Leader invites to cruise(MT|No violence|Meeting|IC|Closed)

[Vulkata II]

John Yalkovic invites leaders around the world to have a cruise

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John Yalkovic Vulkata's Presidential Dictator has bought a Cruise ship while he was drunk, he was said to be 'heavily wasted' when he had bought the cruise ship with literally all of his money in his wallet at the time and with no choice left but to meet with other leaders around the world to meet diplomatically and to build up relations with not only Vulkata but with other nations as well and to meet new people.

All leaders would need to bring 10 armed guards if they do not trust Vulkata's security which is understandable but the guards would need to join to be guarding their leaders at all times and if they're allowed, take a break.

Here are the following rules John Yalkovic has stated.

-No Assassinations this cruise ship is for having friends and a great time while building relationships with nations.

-Drugs and medicine are to be surrendered when asked.

-Pets are allowed but we are expecting you to look after them.

-If you see an enemy leader just look away or apologize if you wish to apologize. Again no assassinations of any kind. (OOC:It will be ignored)

-If you enjoy a nice beer or coffee there are alcohol and coffee but if you are religious there is a chapel but if you are not so religious and would like to stay away from religious places please tell us.

-Please yell if you are having a medical problem (i.e heart attacks and seizures) as we will rush you to the clinic.

-Bring any ships that can protect the ship as well.

-Sign the terms and service below:
You can't sue us if something happens to you -Your signature

Rooms
Clinic-The clinic is filled with many medicine,antidotes,herbs and Popsicle sticks, if a leader or his/her guard is injured s/he will also be rushed to the clinic.

Rooms-The rooms are good enough for 12 people compressed and includes a TV and a mini fridge but a bathroom is too big to fit inside the rooms.

Bathroom-Since the bathrooms are too big for a normal room the males has 6 urinals,6 toilets and 5 sinks while the females have 12 toilets and 5 sinks and a tampon dispenser as well but toilet paper is not needed as we have a Toto Washlet installed in the toilets.

Bar and dining room-The bar is restocked along with the kitchen, if the leader(s) are not heavy drinkers that's fine as there is also soda and water and most of the meals are seafood as well.

Meeting hall-The meeting hall are filled with Cinema armchairs as John Yalkovic had requested to make the leaders feel comfortable and made the seats have 4 arms instead of 2 which is less annoying.

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The ship will take stops at any nearby countries like Tokyo,San Francisco,New York,Liverpool,Shanghai and back to Vulkata but if diplomats and/or nations wish to get off at any stops they are allowed and if we have left any stop or we will not stop at their nation the ship will take a delay and stop there.

Participating nations and their leader(s)/Diplomat(s)
Vulkata ii-John Yalkovic.
The Unified Isles-Sir Henry Leighton-Pierce, Royal Director of the Staff.
Skyhooked-Stan Dixon.
Chkalovsk ii-Kadrov Vakredov.
New Communist and Socialist Unions-The Emperor.
Yugoslav Memes-Goran Vuković.
Reutoa-Kaiser Wilhelm-Henrich Schmitz III.
Bad Nazis-WIP.
United Islands of Polis-Premier John Nikolai Greyhound.
Gjulich-Ʃerjas Ʃerjasvuiδak Ђosђeg.
Pillowlandia-Minister George Roddingham.
Sharko Federation-General Arisu Ozawa.
Cinasza-Vice President Jan Stinser.
Islamic Republic e Jariri-Jalil Azad Amid.
Newne Carriebean7-Prime Minister Michael P. Zimmer and Congressional Majority Leader Antres Depuis.
Sollest -Minister of Foreign Affairs John File.
Victoriala II -Alvero.
Western Pacific Territories -COO Margaret Thatcher.
Saradena-Rowena Ilyanich.
Krugeristan-President Karak Golahman.
Troperia-Mathias Hristov.
Western Pacific Territories-President Dajkoslav Rojodnik.

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OOC

[Vulkata II]

Port 27
A 1986 Lincoln mobile parked outside Port 27 and came out John Yalkovic wearing his suit and tie.

He was not being followed by any security at all and the security he brought took his car back to the capitol building.

He then texted the participating members that their trip is ready.

To:All participating countries and their representatives
From:John Yalkovic Vulkata.

The trip is ready.

I thank you that you have come to this meeting and party if you are looking for a vacation from your work think of this as a vacation across the world as well.

I wish us all to have a great time.

After texting he then hid his cellphone in his pockets and waited for the first arrivals.

[United Islands of Polis]

10km from Waters of Vulkata
Approaching Port 27
On-Board UIPNS Polis, Domination Class Ultra Battleship

The Premier was in his quarters on board the ship, in his entire time of service to his country, 32 year old Premier John Nikolai Greyhound has stepped aboard the famed flagship twice, this being his second, he was having thoughts of going back home because he was paranoid that he was not invited, until he got the text message from the host.

He stepped out of his quarters to meet with his uncle, Admiral George Greyhound again "I just got the message from the host, trip is ready, we seem to be on time admiral." he said "See, nothing to fear" the admiral replied back.

"Attention Vulkatan coast guard, this is the UIPNS Polis requesting entrance to your waters, we have the Premier on board, respond over" the Admiral said over the radio.

[Vulkata II]

Vulkatan Coast Guard
The Coast guard got their message.

Someone radioed them back in.

"Attention UIPNS Polis, you're good just avoid the other three islands and if you see a strange ship and you're attending the party across the world John has made land next to the port there's lots of space there over."

A River Patrol boat was then set out to guide the UIPNS Polis

"Follow the patrol boat given to you to find Port 27 over" then the River Patrol boat set off in medium speed for the ship to follow them in the right speed.

[Sharko Federation]

Near Port 27
Vulkata

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A Boeing AH-64 Apache attack helicopter approached Port 27. They were fully loaded with Hellfire missiles and flew in an attack formation straight for Port 27 where the Vulkatan leader and several of his guards were standing, right in the open!

The helicopter, flying right above John Yalkovic

On a closer inspection, two people, strapped to the side of the attack helicopter brandishing assault rifles and armor of a modern samurai were looking straight down at the leader and his guards! The unknown pilot of the Apache radioed in. "Hello." he said in a deep, almost angry, voice.

[Vulkata II]

Port 27
"Good morning to you too" John said not knowing it was just radioed.

John also noticed the generals guards and he was impressed at their armor though he asked that mud and the heaviness of their armor can slow them down.

He then shouted.

"If you and your guards would like to have drinks please come in the bar until further notice" and John waited for the other guests.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Approaching Port 27
NCSUNF Supplier Class

The trademark warship slash supply boat slash transport was a half hour away from Port 27, and was approaching at twelve to fifteen knots maximum. It sent out a message about it's arrival and it's important person on board.

[Sharko Federation]

Near Port 27
Vulkata

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General Arisu Ozawa stepped out of the hovering helicopter along with the two samurai-like guards accompanying her. The three were all samurai, serving Daimyo Ikeda Masamune. The two carried their rifles with bayonets and followed Arisu. She approached John. "Well hello, Mr. John. She glanced at the armour, no, it wont. You see, the armour is made out of kevlar and other light materials, so the armour isn't that heavy, though it is heavier and provides more protection than normal ballistic vests or armour. I'll be heading off to the bar now." she said. The three walked inside the bar of the ship, and sat down to have a drink.

Behind, the attack helicopter flew off, and flew above the NCSUNF Supplier Class and the Polis, taking a moment to glance at the ships. The attack helicopter would return to it's base in Semblan City, before picking up General Arisu Ozawa and her fellow two samurai.

[United Islands of Polis]

Vulkatan Waters
Port 27
UIPNS Polis

Ot was a fast trip asndespite the size of the flagship it was still one of the fastest vessels out there, even after going through the Mk.II refit program

As the "Polis" docked in Port 27, the Premier was rushed back when an AH-64 attack helicopter appeared above head, one of the rapit fire 90mm Helfire quad batteries on the starboard side of the ship began to turn towards the aircraft as AA crews came out with Stingers, but realizing it was one of the delegates or leaders, the battery went back to neutral mode.

The Premier came out with the admiral and his six guards from the Constitutional Police Brigade, they were all heavily armored, especially their CQB expert who was holding his AA-12 and dressed in a Battle Dress (The one in MGS:V Phantom Pain) as the ceramic plates made claking sounds as he walked.

They reached their host in a few minutes, the Premier came out of the formation in his Dress Uniform, sporting different ribbins and a few medals, along with the roundel of his nation in gold on his left sleve, indicating his rank as Premier of his nation.

"Good morning President Vulkata, I'm Premier John Nikolai Greyhound, but considering our names our simillar, you may call me Nikolai instead." he said shaking his hand "These are my 6 guards and my uncle, the admiral there is just here to see us off." he said gesturing to the seven people behind him.

[Yugoslav Memes]

"Objective"

"Yes...there she is, in splendour." The cruise ship was identified.

The suited man took his last sip of rakija. Damn, Vulkata lacked any real brewing facilities, what fruit was this blood of babushka made out of? Avocado? The alcohol content was so low he might as well have been drinking kvass. Of course that's another fine Slav beverage but considering the rakija tasted like absolute urine he'd rather not touch anything coming from a Vulkatan dining place anymore. The place was just bombed, what more could he expect? At least the food was decent.

Wiping his mouth with the handkerchief provided he called for the waiter to get the bill, and with a few pesoes he paid it, quickly done he now ambled towards Port 27 while getting his papers as a representative of the Administration of Foreign Affairs ready. His suit made him uncomfortable, such an imposing image of pretentiousness and conformity with the concept of a 'gentleman' which few actually respected, actually making him stand out more in this tropical backwater. Honestly the whole setting looked like some budget spy action film featuring yet another play on SPECTRE's acronym.

Seeing the brazen vessels of the various leaders and diplomats in the distance, on the waters they positioned like delicate trinkets, he felt significant possible fallout and undesirable aftermath from whatever his colleagues which he didn't even coordinate with happened to be having in their minds.

"What were they thinking?"

Now that Goran was at the entrance he could get on the damn ship and proceed with whatever Dai and her preposterously poorly done plans and contrivances would bring about for the seasoned Chetnik. Let's not get roooooooight into the spoilers, alright?

"Goran Vuković, guest." he reported to the security at the gate as he handed them his papers.

[Vulkata II]

Port 27
John waved at the General and saw Premier John and shook his hands.

"Nice to meet you two, i hope we will all have a fun trip" he then smiled and putted two of his fingers and saluted and then waited for the other guests.

Meanwhile at the gates the guards lead Goran Vuković to where John was standing.

He then proceed to offer his hand for a handshake.

"Good morning Mr Vukovic, thank you for joining us today and hopefully you would forgive me of my stupidity cause i think everyone in the UCI who i am now" John stopped smiling though he made sure no one saw him frowned as well "If you would like to have drinks the bar is open, if you didn't like our liquor here i bought some from foreign countries so go ahead and the specialty is Skyhooked Moonshine if you like that"

Bar
The workers were still preparing.

A man wearing a white shirt and apron along with a recruit's cap, black pants and a black bow tie was seen putting some glass outside.

The bartender noticed General Arisu Ozawa and her guards.

"What would you like today ma'am?" The bartender asked

[Sharko Federation]

Near Port 27
Vulkata

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General Arisu nodded. "Do you have Sake?" she asked. "If so, I'd like one," she looked at her guards, "...two cups of Sake, please." she said. She took a cigar out of one of the pockets of her vest and lit it as he smoked it. "Nice ship, eh?" she remarked to the bartender.

[Victoriala II]

"Alvero"

come, as you are, as you were, as I want you to be, as a friend, as an old ennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn_________________.

Two men stand behind the door of a particular room in the cruise ship. It's Alvero. Man from Tamsien, born in Cistrano with Clecienne parents. He stopped having a surname to confuse everybody else. His mother said he was listening to the Blues when he was being concieved. Well, that's fucking ironic. Alvero joined the New Democracy party in 2007. Back in college he was part of the Popular Anarchists, an erratic writer and columnist for their organ. It was in the 1996 Alasuyu University barricade where he was discovered (in a sense similar to how agents find talent) by the Athenians. There he got recognition, and became at the top ranks. Today, he might earn to be called "teacher."

Only needed was to fulfill a task. A woman named Drusilla shall come.

Today was a partially unsettling day. A message from Drusilla signified that he might come on a later hour. The turquoise sea and deep blue sky wasn't helping. It amplifies, like this unnerving shitfest of staying within the environment of excessive pleasure and the anticipation of a more necessary matter. In this pressure, he opened the door. The two simply stood. He quivered and nervously took and light a smoke. The erratic movement a mere act to justify the use of it. The guards are aware, they simply stood. The Vape was on the charger, he needed an alternative.

He will need to meet Yalkovic. It's the first part of the task. His phone notified him a goodfellow is on board. An eye with a pierced sword in him.

Seers and Chetniks on a boat.

May their shared presence deem something.

Aries

"You seem to be losing weight already. Seems like the reinstation worked for you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Shut up. I want eyes on Alvero. I don't want anything happen to him in that sorry excuse of a boat."

[United Islands of Polis]

Vulkata
Port 27
Outside Presidential Cruise Ship

The Premier headed inside but stopped a few steps later and turned around "Before I forget, Admiral George Greyhound is also here to help in the secort operations, I remember you said we may bring ships to help escort, so his ship and a part of the 1st Combat Operarions Fleet is here to help, if you want, you may coordinate with him, and if you're worrying about the scenery of the trip not to worry, our ships have the range to support without being too close." he said as he went inside the ship with his 6 guards, the admiral still waiting for his approval.

The Premier felt parched and decided to go to the bar, he saw people there, hopefully they wouldn't mistake him for a General or an Admiral if they knew his nationality which has happened many times before in the many arbitration cases he had done.

He was one seat away from the Sharko General when he got the attention of the bartender "One glass of Mango juice, with ice, anything you guys want?" he asked his guards who had split up into two groups "Erm, yeah make that 7 orders please" he said as he sat down to wait for their orders.

[Chkalovsk II]

Il-76MD
Above Port 27

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"Kapitan podtverzhdayet peredacha byla poluchena. Nachinayetsya operatsiya. Davay."

"Samostoyatel'naya proverka datchika vysoty, ustanovite yego na 500 metrov."

"Yego nabor."

"Tam ne budet mnogo vetra v rayone starta, otkloneniye budet nebol'shim."

"Pereyti po vysote pokazaniy datchikov, spusk ustoychivo."

"Ustanovit', kislorod na!"

"V poryadke."

"Krasnyy tsvet na krasnyy vklyuchen!"

"Dima opustit' platformu!"

"Zelenyy vklyuchen, zelenyy vklyuchen!"

"Val'kiriya vne."

Kadrov pushed the small weapons cache out of the back of the Il-76MD before saluting his comrade behind him and jumping out of the back of the huge plane. Temporarily, the sun blinded him and he descended in a gaze, however, he composed himself as he gracefully fell down to earth. He pierced through the clouds, picking up tremendous speed as he rocketed towards the ground, losing great altitude with every second that passed. He hit another cloud layer, a munch thicker one, and was blinded, however the altitude sensor began beeping rapidly, signalling for him to open his parachute, and as he did he was pulled up by the reaction force momentarily, before slowing down and finally touching down on the ground, where he stripped off his GRU HALO jumpsuit.

Kadrov walled over to his small weapons cache which had landed just 25 meters north of him and opened it, taking out his CAI C39 (Micro AK-74M) and 6P13 Silenced Auto Pistol, and concealed it within the secret inner layer inside of his suits inner right layer. Kadrov also had something special strapped to him, something that would create a nice show in the at of it all. But for now, he was on a diplomatic mission, to make more allies for Vorshevsky and paint the Union State in the best possible manner. Port 27 was only an odd kilometer out from his location, and intelligence had already found ways to slip in without having to go through security.

So Kadrov began walking.

Port 27
Some time later

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Kadrov has slipped in un-noticed, and looked around for any potential allies of the Union State whom he could greet, but so far, he saw none, so instead he decided to walk into the bar, make friendly communication with whoever was inside, and get himself a drink. After composing himself outside of the bar and without a moments haste after, Kadrov strolled into the bar without a care in the world, with a bright, positive smile, his body language was all high-end and he walked up to the bartender slowly, before resting his arms on the table and making an order.

"Half a pint of lager, if you will."

Kadrov looked at him and gave him a deep smile, he was excited to meet any diplomat from other states, well, he appeared to be anyway.

[Yugoslav Memes]

Huh, the Vulkatan leader really didn't think much before offering a handshake. Goran didn't have anything malign in mind for this either so he kindly took it. His hand, rough from the holding of rifles during his days of, uh, shooting people, reached out, its fingers flexing as they bound John's hand. He released it after the seconds were over, wholly without incident. He had few to care for for the dialogue of the Vulkatan President. It would not matter.

"Honor to meet you, Mr. President." he smiled. Diplomatic smile, the truthfulness, the expressed intentions in that highly dubious. "I expect a lot from this voyage."

After parting with that man, Goran now looked for the other accord guy on the boat.

Honestly, Villenocte should've sent some hot chick to pair with him so this actually gets to become a budget 007 film. But the contact was unclear of any real details, and he didn't hold high expectations. He would of course be fine with him back to back with some other cool agent guy doing stuff. Of course, enlightening the herd of nations who had come to this confluence on the glory and promised wealth of Synfederalist ideology, subtly yet boldly advertising the Synkom's greatness and convincing a guy or two to apply for joining the Falcon's Nest, was the more important goal of this trip. The Nihonese literally opened up a vassal application platform a few days ago, superstates can't lag behind.

Goran would stay away from any liquor at the moment given how he was traumatized by what the locals called rakija, and so took a glass of water.

[Reutoa]

Vultata, Port 27

The Imperial Limousine pulled up on the Dock where the Cruise Ship was located at. Kaiser Wilhelm-Henrich III stepped out, revealing a Proper Imperial Uniform that anyone could see was Reutoan. The Kaiser got help from his Personal Cane as he got out of the Medium sized Limo. He had fallen onto the Floor in the Imperial Palace a week ago. The Doctor said he had contracted a dangerous cancer in his Lower Body. Which required monthly Surgery, as well as a Walking Dtick to make sure he received his support on his weakening legs. Of course no one other then his Family and the Chancellor and his Cadinet. Kaiser Wilhelm-Henrich gained Balance and closed the Limo Door with ease. He turned to see World Leaders slowly walking up to the Big Ship. He turned to see his Persoanl Limousine drive away. He started to walk up to the Ship, not knowing what could, or would happen..

[Gjulich]

Ʃerjas Ʃerjasvuiδak Ђosђeg,
Grand Regent of Gjulich,
Vulkata

The black 1997 Gjulich Motors Goδeʃ travelled down the roads towards the Port. Inside were Grand Regent Ʃerjas Ђosђeg and his bodyguard, Tlaoðiv Ʒekoros. Ђosђeg wore a magnificent black suit and frilled shirt, with a white, green and black sash over it all, held in place by a Gjulich crest brooch. His buttons were all green, and his white shirt had gold trim. Ђosђeg enjoyed the finer parts of being Grand Regent, such as wearing beautiful ceremonial gear, but decided to forgo the traditional Aokjez wear in favour of a much more internationally-appropriate set of garments. It wasn't much he had to leave behind - the regular jacket he would have worn would have been much less suited to the Vulkatan climate. However, he brought his Regency Cap, an important symbol of his position, which he held under his arm. It was a gorgeous tricorne hat, with a ribbon of the same colours as his sash on the side. Ʒekoros wore a much less fancy set of gear. As well as the regular black suit, he wore Gjulichan crest buttons, as well as a badge on his jacket identifying him as part of the official bodyguard of the Grand Regency.

Ʃerjas Ђosђeg knew Ʒekoros very well. While Ʒekoros had been a guard of specifically the Grand Regency for nearly two decades, he had been assigned to Ђosђeg at numerous points in the past. The two had a good working relationship, with Ђosђeg very often trusting the younger guard with his life. Not two years ago, he had been saved from a collapsed building by Ʒekoros. The two had only become closer.

"Are you alright with this, sir?" Ʒekoros asked, genuine concern in his voice. For good reason too. Ђosђeg had no love of diplomacy - that was more Aorasič Lobkjaor's domain. In the eight months since their dual term began, Lobkjaor had been sent on numerous official meetings in the past, with Ђosђeg mostly being in charge of running the country while she was away. However, Lobkjaor had become busy. The international reaction to the Impenus conflict had kept her stalking the halls of the UPN's assembly buildings, assisting in the effort to work out the conflict. Since Gjulich valued Vulkata and her leaders, Ђosђeg had been sent to deal with the diplomacy surrounding this yacht. He had left the rest of the legislature in provisional control of proceedings, with the Parliament able to work on policy and, for the duration of the trip, two members from the Council of Regents to sit in on Parliamentary proceedings.

"I'm fine, Tlaoðiv," Ђosђeg responded. He wasn't really. He worried about what was happening at home. While he was not ill-accustomed to allowing others a degree of control, he missed his home. But, he was here to enjoy himself. He might as well attempt to do so. The car rolled up to Port 27, and the two stepped out. They reached towards the boot, and retrieved two suitcases. Once they had finished, the driver sped off. Ђosђeg pulled his suit into position, and buttoned up his front. He donned his cap, and walked purposefully towards the Port. Ʒekoros walked quickly to keep up, and was writing notes about the ship's construction on a PDA, mainly to aid in getting the Grand Regent off the yacht in case of emergency.

"Don't you start fretting," Ђosђeg chided in a friendly manner, "Loosen up a bit, settle down."

Ʒekoros put his PDF back into his pocket. "Sorry, sir."

They saw John Yalkovic on the yacht. Ʃerjas Ђosђeg waved up towards him. He tried to act natural, as he knew that he sometimes came off as a little eccentric. So, he said the first thing to come to mind - in English, of course.

"Permission to come aboard, Captain!"

As soon as he said it, he regretted it. Ʒekoros smiled warmly towards him, and Ђosђeg elbowed him in the ribs.

[Victoriala II]

Drusilla

A small yacht ventured onto the school of boats that surround the ship. Some ships were extravagant, bearing national flags and standards, maritime banners spelling out their country of origin. Some were undecorated. Seemingly private.

The yacht enters further as it stops.

A female voice calls upon the radio, mellow and of an Austronesian provenance, the accent decidingly French.

"Hello, I am a special companion to someone named 'Alvero'. I request entry upon your ship,"

Alvero

The outside was serene. The boat wasn't. It felt like a very cold hotel from a second world country. Sailing the ocean with a ship of fools and a fleet of kings. The food wasn't really good, the music was second-rate nouvelle vague trash. It's like the worst distraction from the ocean. The only good to come out of it was the aesthetic quality of the environment. Photogenic. Nicely composed. A pretentious photographer's paradise. Malachi would love this.

And so Alvero thought.

A small yacht with the flag of Clecielle silently swims into the small school of boats around the ship. No flag, no symbol. Just an inverted Lambda within a circle.

A horned owl.

Alvero begins to walk into the major place of action, to find the Chetnik. Hopefully he will be glad at what the Forehead sent.

A lady is coming.

devata

"Drusilla has been very cooperative, Teacher."

"As is expected."

[Sharko Federation]

The Ship
Port 27

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Arisu stood up. "So how is everyone here? It is really a pleasure to meet you all. She stared at Kadrov who had just entered the room, and put on a grin, before looking at the other delegates with her seductive smile. She approached John. "Well hello, how are you?" she said as she stared towards him.

[Yugoslav Memes]

"oh there's alvero" Goran thought to himself. He fixated his suit, and sipped the last of the water. Even that tasted of disinfectant.

"You, owl?"

[Victoriala II]

Alvero

The main place was like a retrofitted jazz place. Alright, let's quit it with the similes.

Alvero looked at the people. Obvious positions of power. Some are leaders, some delegates. The few are merely arbiters of their own will. Rich demagogues. Vultures. One-legged Crows. Frog chimerae. A metaphorical slew of bejeweled creatures from the hell of Hieronymus Bosch. Among the few of the people he finds are decent. Rare.

Upon his sights he sees two focal points. John with a bastard from the Koreanic hellhole that kissed Kojiro's ass, and a Slav in a suit.

"you, owl?" The man says. He nods.

"you, eye?" he replies.

[Yugoslav Memes]

"Affirmative." Goran answered.

He had little time to waste with Al other than identifying him and vice versa. Now the urgent matter of, uh, I don't know, spreading the light of Synkomese ideology came. He visibly leaned on fretting, as the increasing population of humans in the vicinity forced repeated analyses of the surroundings and renewed assessment of the situation. But, well, he was a diplomat with a certification, and of course someone he needed to talk to which he wasn't familiar with.

"Now if you excuse me, gonna enlighten these inane plebs on...writings of Tovirks. That man really knew how to repeat his Hegelian bullshit didn't he?"

The falcon scanned the entrance while keeping an eye for the bear and the owl, oh, also that bitch who's part of the Kojiro-fucking crowd that arose recently. If anyone of relevance remains in concerning vicinity of the rabbit they will be designated for some serious ideological indoctrination.

[Victoriala II]

Alvero begins to nod.

"I'll see you outside then. Hit me up when there's something special. Adiós."

He dissapears within the crowd, standing static, his eyes in search of the bear.

He sighs, wondering why is he working among a bloc of potential hostiles.

[Cinasza]

Port 27, Vulkata II

The V-22 Pegasus gently alighted on a helipad near the cruise ship's berth. The rear ramp lowered with a pneumatic hiss, and Vice President Jan Stinser stepped out, flanked by two smartly dressed- and heavily armed- guards. A pair of escorting F-35Ds circled the area once, then peeled away.

"Do remember to enjoy yourself, Jan. Heaven knows you need the vacation."

President Hinszt's words from the other day stuck in his mind. After a minor concussion resulting from an unfortunate accident involving an attack drone and a bale of saltine crackers at an airshow, Jan had been feeling rather out of it. Vowing to (temporarily) curb his workaholic tendencies, he passed off a sheaf of papers to the guard on his right, and sauntered up the boarding ramp. Looking for the bar, he passed by a menagerie of dignitaries and guards from... all over the place, if the clothing was any indication.

"I could stand to make a few new friends, I suppose." Jan mused as he consigned himself to a month or so of relaxation.