A Meeting under Moon and Stars (Closed)

[Astares Amauricanum]

By observing the Kyrenaians, all the Astarians present had indeed understood very well what made those desert people tick. And in a way, it was not too dissimilar to some of their beliefs, or how they behaved. The family, the friends, knowing that a human does not know everything and that said human realizes it, honing the skills to perfection to ensure your survival; all of these, and many more, resonated in the Astarian's mind, making them understand that in a way, they are not so different from their guests than they might think...

"My knowledge of Kyrenaian philosophy is close to zero, I'm afraid." simply replies Constantin with a shrug to Damir.
"Do not worry Princess," replies Agatha to Aurelia, "my son has two good remedies for that kind of thing. A hug with Mom, or some quality time with his wife." she says with a neutral tone. Her eyes however, add an unsaid part: Like what happened yesterday with Pavel and Alicia.
Phillip and the rest of the Phantoms, for their part, just nod or shrug at Elian's words, showing that they more or less think the same thing.

With that said, Agatha turns on her heels, and, Constantin and Jane beside her, she enters the corridor facing the entrance. The Phantoms meanwhile, hang back in the Entrance Hall.
The walls are, just like in the entrance, are made of grey-white stone and stucco, with some others wood engravings, and on pedestals, some mannequins dressed in chainmail armors, clearly ressembling the ones that the Kyrenaians saw depicted on the ceiling wood mosaic.

After a few seconds, the group exits the corridor finds itself in a large rotunda, underneath a high dome. As the guests will surely deduce, there are currently standing under the Silver Dome, which they had seen from afar.
Over them, the Dome rises high, with large windows near the top allowing the sunlight to enter and bathe the room in a natural light.
On the floor, one can see an intricate design of wood mosaics, representing many coat of arms surrounding one main coat of arms.
"Those are the coat of arms of the Imperium Noble Families." simply says Jane to the guests as Agatha does not stop and continues leading with an energetic step.

• Njörd/Gaol, Star of Weather and Wind; represented in the form of a young woman in a simple dress, her long hair flowing to the side.
• Melima, Star of Healing and Medicine; represented by a young woman in a tunic and pants, holding a bag of medicial herbs in one hand and a small blade in the other.
• Aranesh, Star of Agriculture and Harvest; represented by a bearded man wearing a tunic, pants and simple boots, holding a scythe in his right hand and leading a cow, pig and horse by a rope in his other hand.
• Freyja, Star of Love; represented as a tall woman in priests robes, her hood pulled back, her arms open. Below her, a smaller couple of a man and a woman, holding hands and kissing, celebrating their newly found love.
• Etheria, Star of the Sky and Space; represented as a woman with a dress seemingly made of clouds, and a telescope in her hands.
• Hava, Star of the Sea, Rivers and Travel; represented as a woman with long hair, reseembling a waterfall, a row in her right hand and a rope tightened into various naval knots in her left hand.
• Vanga, Star of Intelligence, Science and Culture; represented as a tall woman, wearing a simple dress, holding a stack of books under her left arm and a small bag apparently holding a compas and other geometrical tools in her right hand.
• Molcovin Star of Commerce; represented as a clean-shaven man, wearing a rich tunic, pants and shoes, holding a bag of coins in his left hand, his right hand in the process of shaking with another man's hand, this man holding a small box in his left hand.
• Athanasen, Star of Arts, Crafts and Music; represented like a drifter of sorts, a guitar strapped to his back, tools such as a hammer, scissors and a saw strapped to a utility belt, and some paint and paint brushes in his hands.
• Hyrcine, Star of Nature and Hunting; represented as a muscled man, wearing only a pair of fur boots and pants, his muslced torso naked. The main striking detail though, is like unlike any of the precedent statues, he does not have a human head, but a deer head instead. In his right hand, a spear, and his left hand, a large hunting knife. Strapped to his back, a crossbow and a bolt quiver, and at his feet, some Astarian Wolfs, seemingly ready to accompany their master on a hunt.
• Astartes, The star of War and Strength; represented as a bearded man in chainmail armor, a claymore sword in his hands, ready to strike at his opponents. Strapped to his belt, a straight sword in its sheath, along with a round shield and various knives and daggers.

And finally, Ymir: Star of Life and the Creation, but also of Death and Afterlife. Represented a tall, young woman, wearing a nearly translucent dress, her long hair reaching near her thighs, a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes in her arms, while at her feet, various small plants, animals and humans all look up to her.
This last statue, the largest among all, is directly situated above another pair of wooden double doors, with gold engravings representing the First Imperial Couple, Adrean Blachkor the First, clad in his chainmail armor, and his wife Columbia, which gave her name to the capital, clad in a simple, yet elegant dress.

Just in front of the door, four Imperial Guards in traditional armor stand, ready to push them open. Next to them, their backs leaning on the wall, Yuri and Patricia, in the same colored Jarningur as their colleagues, their Assault Rifles (or DMR in Yuri's case) across their chest.
Sitting on their haunches in front of them, are also two Astarian Wolves, one all black and the other with a grey and white fur, wearing tactical protections.
As the group arrives, Yuri and Patricia simply nod to them, while the two Wolves bark happily upon seeing the Melniks and the Dowager Empress.
Agatha, Jane and Constantin wave at the two canines with small smiles, before refocusing their attention to the double doors in front of them.

As they continue walking, the four Guards turn towards the doors and push them open, allowing entrance in the Throne Room of the Silver Palace.
The Kyrenaian guests would first see that the floor was composed of an intricate mosaic of grey marble and woods, depicting various animals endemic to the Imperium, from the Silver Eagle to the Astarian Wolf to the Plania Buffalo. Some pillars were also present, their silver tones reaching high, towards the vaulted ceiling.
Said ceiling was divided in twelve wood mosaic frames, each one representing a value of the Astrum Lex, the Astarian Code of Honor.
The first one, just above the entrance, representing Styrke, Strength, showed a man holding another one by the hand to stop him from falling off a cliff to his death. The faces of the two men clearly show the efforts they are doing to get out of the situation.
The second one, representing Fraterskap, Brotherhood, showed a large group of people, men and women, both young and elderly, helping each other as they pass buckets of water to put off a fire, while others try to heal the wounded.
The third one, representing Hedera, Honor, showed a knight putting down his sword, as he stops himself from killing a man whose family is beside him, begging the night for mercy.
The fourth one, representing Vaerdighet, Dignity, shows a noble offering clothes, food and shelter to a woman with two children, the rags she's wearing showing her poverty.
The fifth one, representing Fortittague, Courage, shows some a few soldiers, facing a larger group of enemies, apparently better armed and equipped than them, but showing not a single trace of fear in their eyes, their jaws clenched.
The sixth one, representing Intelligensia, Intelligence, showed a group of men and women around a large table, parchments and other documents opened, thinking of the best way to resolve a problem.
The seventh one, representing Libertas, Freedom, showed a street decorated for a party, vendors of all sorts offering food and wares to sell, as people of various social ranks mingle together and enjoy the festivities.
The eighth one, representing Votumio, Hope, showed a man and a woman, kneeling in prayer side by side, as they look up towards the stars.
The ninth one, representing Sanraque, Empathy, showed a woman holding a crying man in her arms, lightly stroking his hair and understanding the pain of the tragic event he was going through.
The tenth one, representing Glasdiera, Swordsmanship, showed an old man, teaching a group of young men and women, all with a sword in hand, learning when to draw or not draw it depending on the situation.
The eleventh one, representing Retvissa, Justice, showed a woman sitting on a stage, with two groups of people at the foot of the stage, both parties seemingly nodding to the judgment enacted by the woman.
And the last one, Probitat, Honesty, showed a man and a woman, apparently two merchants, their fists to their hearts as they bow their heads to each other.
All of these ceiling mosaics showed characters with ancient clothes.

Aside from the mosaics, large windows would allow the sunlight to enter the throne room, bathing it in a natural light.
At the end of the throne room, on a stage dominated by the gigantic statue of a Silver Eagle, its wings covering the entirety of the stage, two thrones of dark wood and gold stand, and sitted on them, the Keisaer and Keisaerina of the Federalis Imperium of Astares Amauricanum.
On the right throne, Adrean, his shoulder-length black hair not attached, his steel-blue eyes looking at the group led by his mother as they approach, is dressed in a Fer-Jarningur, the formal version of the traditional clothes of the Imperium, the Jarningur. His consits of a dark green long sleeved shirt, with pants of a similar color, with a silver-grey sleeveless vest on top and a scarlet cravat around his neck.Completing that, black knee-high boots, a dark green cape drapped around his shoulders with some fur and Silver Eagle feathers sewn to the top. And finally, on top of his head, a silver crown, consisting of two wavy patterns crossing each other up and down, with golden stars positioned all around at said crossings.
On the left throne, Anna, her long unattached hair reaching to the middle of her back, wears the same outfit as her husband, but her shirt is blood-red instead of dark green, and she also wears pants. But otherwise, the rest of her outfit, including the crown, is the same as Adrean.
And finally, let's not forget a set of military ribbons and badges over their left breasts.

One thing that might catch Aurelia's and the rest of the Kyrenaian's eyes is that just like their Guards outside, the Imperial Couple is armed, although in a lighter way than their friends. Indeed, aside from the usual sight of their sword and dagger strapped to their backs, they only had a pistol strapped to their right thighs.
And also, on their hands, they were not wearing light gloves made of a fine material, but instead black combat gloves with kevlar fingerplates.
Finally, between the Imperial Couple, another Astarian Wolf would be lying, smaller than the two others outside, but with a size equal to the three-quarters of an adult German Shepherd. The Wolf has a grey-blue and white fur, and wears a tactical protective plate carrier as well.

When the group led by Agatha reaches the base of the stage, the Dowager Empress, along with Constantin, Jane, Michael and Gabriel kneel, their eyes looking down.
"Praise be the Stars," says Agatha in a loud voice, silencing the Throne Room. "Praise be to Hava, Etheria and Ymir, for they saw the safe arrival of our guests in our lands. Keisaer Adrean Blachkor The Third, Son of the Imperium, Master of the Appalachia, Conqueror of the Rockyes, Lord of the Plains and Tamer of the Frost, and Keisaerina Anna Blachkor, Daughter of the Empire, Highest Servant of the Stars, we present to you Princess Aurelia bint-Damir, Prince Damir ibn-Razia, Princess Fara bint-Dardan, Commander Abbas Shabaaltay, Prince Elian ibn-Sarah and Miss Razia Wasiman, as well as their Handmaidens."

With that said, Adrean and Anna switch their neutral gazes to the Kyrenaians, waiting to see what would they do...

[Kyrenaia]

By observing the Kyrenaians, all the Astarians present had indeed understood very well what made those desert people tick. And in a way, it was not too dissimilar to some of their beliefs, or how they behaved. The family, the friends, knowing that a human does not know everything and that said human realizes it, honing the skills to perfection to ensure your survival; all of these, and many more, resonated in the Astarian's mind, making them understand that in a way, they are not so different from their guests than they might think...

"My knowledge of Kyrenaian philosophy is close to zero, I'm afraid." simply replies Constantin with a shrug to Damir.
"Do not worry Princess," replies Agatha to Aurelia, "my son has two good remedies for that kind of thing. A hug with Mom, or some quality time with his wife." she says with a neutral tone. Her eyes however, add an unsaid part: Like what happened yesterday with Pavel and Alicia.
Phillip and the rest of the Phantoms, for their part, just nod or shrug at Elian's words, showing that they more or less think the same thing.

With that said, Agatha turns on her heels, and, Constantin and Jane beside her, she enters the corridor facing the entrance. The Phantoms meanwhile, hang back in the Entrance Hall.
The walls are, just like in the entrance, are made of grey-white stone and stucco, with some others wood engravings, and on pedestals, some mannequins dressed in chainmail armors, clearly ressembling the ones that the Kyrenaians saw depicted on the ceiling wood mosaic.

After a few seconds, the group exits the corridor finds itself in a large rotunda, underneath a high dome. As the guests will surely deduce, there are currently standing under the Silver Dome, which they had seen from afar.
Over them, the Dome rises high, with large windows near the top allowing the sunlight to enter and bathe the room in a natural light.
On the floor, one can see an intricate design of wood mosaics, representing many coat of arms surrounding one main coat of arms.
"Those are the coat of arms of the Imperium Noble Families." simply says Jane to the guests as Agatha does not stop and continues leading with an energetic step.

• Njörd/Gaol, Star of Weather and Wind; represented in the form of a young woman in a simple dress, her long hair flowing to the side.
• Melima, Star of Healing and Medicine; represented by a young woman in a tunic and pants, holding a bag of medicial herbs in one hand and a small blade in the other.
• Aranesh, Star of Agriculture and Harvest; represented by a bearded man wearing a tunic, pants and simple boots, holding a scythe in his right hand and leading a cow, pig and horse by a rope in his other hand.
• Freyja, Star of Love; represented as a tall woman in priests robes, her hood pulled back, her arms open. Below her, a smaller couple of a man and a woman, holding hands and kissing, celebrating their newly found love.
• Etheria, Star of the Sky and Space; represented as a woman with a dress seemingly made of clouds, and a telescope in her hands.
• Hava, Star of the Sea, Rivers and Travel; represented as a woman with long hair, reseembling a waterfall, a row in her right hand and a rope tightened into various naval knots in her left hand.
• Vanga, Star of Intelligence, Science and Culture; represented as a tall woman, wearing a simple dress, holding a stack of books under her left arm and a small bag apparently holding a compas and other geometrical tools in her right hand.
• Molcovin Star of Commerce; represented as a clean-shaven man, wearing a rich tunic, pants and shoes, holding a bag of coins in his left hand, his right hand in the process of shaking with another man's hand, this man holding a small box in his left hand.
• Athanasen, Star of Arts, Crafts and Music; represented like a drifter of sorts, a guitar strapped to his back, tools such as a hammer, scissors and a saw strapped to a utility belt, and some paint and paint brushes in his hands.
• Hyrcine, Star of Nature and Hunting; represented as a muscled man, wearing only a pair of fur boots and pants, his muslced torso naked. The main striking detail though, is like unlike any of the precedent statues, he does not have a human head, but a deer head instead. In his right hand, a spear, and his left hand, a large hunting knife. Strapped to his back, a crossbow and a bolt quiver, and at his feet, some Astarian Wolfs, seemingly ready to accompany their master on a hunt.
• Astartes, The star of War and Strength; represented as a bearded man in chainmail armor, a claymore sword in his hands, ready to strike at his opponents. Strapped to his belt, a straight sword in its sheath, along with a round shield and various knives and daggers.

And finally, Ymir: Star of Life and the Creation, but also of Death and Afterlife. Represented a tall, young woman, wearing a nearly translucent dress, her long hair reaching near her thighs, a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes in her arms, while at her feet, various small plants, animals and humans all look up to her.
This last statue, the largest among all, is directly situated above another pair of wooden double doors, with gold engravings representing the First Imperial Couple, Adrean Blachkor the First, clad in his chainmail armor, and his wife Columbia, which gave her name to the capital, clad in a simple, yet elegant dress.

Just in front of the door, four Imperial Guards in traditional armor stand, ready to push them open. Next to them, their backs leaning on the wall, Yuri and Patricia, in the same colored Jarningur as their colleagues, their Assault Rifles (or DMR in Yuri's case) across their chest.
Sitting on their haunches in front of them, are also two Astarian Wolves, one all black and the other with a grey and white fur, wearing tactical protections.
As the group arrives, Yuri and Patricia simply nod to them, while the two Wolves bark happily upon seeing the Melniks and the Dowager Empress.
Agatha, Jane and Constantin wave at the two canines with small smiles, before refocusing their attention to the double doors in front of them.

As they continue walking, the four Guards turn towards the doors and push them open, allowing entrance in the Throne Room of the Silver Palace.
The Kyrenaian guests would first see that the floor was composed of an intricate mosaic of grey marble and woods, depicting various animals endemic to the Imperium, from the Silver Eagle to the Astarian Wolf to the Plania Buffalo. Some pillars were also present, their silver tones reaching high, towards the vaulted ceiling.
Said ceiling was divided in twelve wood mosaic frames, each one representing a value of the Astrum Lex, the Astarian Code of Honor.
The first one, just above the entrance, representing Styrke, Strength, showed a man holding another one by the hand to stop him from falling off a cliff to his death. The faces of the two men clearly show the efforts they are doing to get out of the situation.
The second one, representing Fraterskap, Brotherhood, showed a large group of people, men and women, both young and elderly, helping each other as they pass buckets of water to put off a fire, while others try to heal the wounded.
The third one, representing Hedera, Honor, showed a knight putting down his sword, as he stops himself from killing a man whose family is beside him, begging the night for mercy.
The fourth one, representing Vaerdighet, Dignity, shows a noble offering clothes, food and shelter to a woman with two children, the rags she's wearing showing her poverty.
The fifth one, representing Fortittague, Courage, shows some a few soldiers, facing a larger group of enemies, apparently better armed and equipped than them, but showing not a single trace of fear in their eyes, their jaws clenched.
The sixth one, representing Intelligensia, Intelligence, showed a group of men and women around a large table, parchments and other documents opened, thinking of the best way to resolve a problem.
The seventh one, representing Libertas, Freedom, showed a street decorated for a party, vendors of all sorts offering food and wares to sell, as people of various social ranks mingle together and enjoy the festivities.
The eighth one, representing Votumio, Hope, showed a man and a woman, kneeling in prayer side by side, as they look up towards the stars.
The ninth one, representing Sanraque, Empathy, showed a woman holding a crying man in her arms, lightly stroking his hair and understanding the pain of the tragic event he was going through.
The tenth one, representing Glasdiera, Swordsmanship, showed an old man, teaching a group of young men and women, all with a sword in hand, learning when to draw or not draw it depending on the situation.
The eleventh one, representing Retvissa, Justice, showed a woman sitting on a stage, with two groups of people at the foot of the stage, both parties seemingly nodding to the judgment enacted by the woman.
And the last one, Probitat, Honesty, showed a man and a woman, apparently two merchants, their fists to their hearts as they bow their heads to each other.
All of these ceiling mosaics showed characters with ancient clothes.

Aside from the mosaics, large windows would allow the sunlight to enter the throne room, bathing it in a natural light.
At the end of the throne room, on a stage dominated by the gigantic statue of a Silver Eagle, its wings covering the entirety of the stage, two thrones of dark wood and gold stand, and sitted on them, the Keisaer and Keisaerina of the Federalis Imperium of Astares Amauricanum.
On the right throne, Adrean, his shoulder-length black hair not attached, his steel-blue eyes looking at the group led by his mother as they approach, is dressed in a Fer-Jarningur, the formal version of the traditional clothes of the Imperium, the Jarningur. His consits of a dark green long sleeved shirt, with pants of a similar color, with a silver-grey sleeveless vest on top and a scarlet cravat around his neck.Completing that, black knee-high boots, a dark green cape drapped around his shoulders with some fur and Silver Eagle feathers sewn to the top. And finally, on top of his head, a silver crown, consisting of two wavy patterns crossing each other up and down, with golden stars positioned all around at said crossings.
On the left throne, Anna, her long unattached hair reaching to the middle of her back, wears the same outfit as her husband, but her shirt is blood-red instead of dark green, and she also wears pants. But otherwise, the rest of her outfit, including the crown, is the same as Adrean.
And finally, let's not forget a set of military ribbons and badges over their left breasts.

One thing that might catch Aurelia's and the rest of the Kyrenaian's eyes is that just like their Guards outside, the Imperial Couple is armed, although in a lighter way than their friends. Indeed, aside from the usual sight of their sword and dagger strapped to their backs, they only had a pistol strapped to their right thighs.
And also, on their hands, they were not wearing light gloves made of a fine material, but instead black combat gloves with kevlar fingerplates.
Finally, between the Imperial Couple, another Astarian Wolf would be lying, smaller than the two others outside, but with a size equal to the three-quarters of an adult German Shepherd. The Wolf has a grey-blue and white fur, and wears a tactical protective plate carrier as well.

When the group led by Agatha reaches the base of the stage, the Dowager Empress, along with Constantin, Jane, Michael and Gabriel kneel, their eyes looking down.
"Praise be the Stars," says Agatha in a loud voice, silencing the Throne Room. "Praise be to Hava, Etheria and Ymir, for they saw the safe arrival of our guests in our lands. Keisaer Adrean Blachkor The Third, Son of the Imperium, Master of the Appalachia, Conqueror of the Rockyes, Lord of the Plains and Tamer of the Frost, and Keisaerina Anna Blachkor, Daughter of the Empire, Highest Servant of the Stars, we present to you Princess Aurelia bint-Damir, Prince Damir ibn-Razia, Princess Fara bint-Dardan, Commander Abbas Shabaaltay, Prince Elian ibn-Sarah and Miss Razia Wasiman, as well as their Handmaidens."

With that said, Adrean and Anna switch their neutral gazes to the Kyrenaians, waiting to see what would they do...

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Okay, this one was a bit of a rushed tour.
Our guides, Constantin and Jane led us along, though a series of halls and corridors, which made the core difference between the Palace of the Azure Hall and the Silver Hall very present: The Silver Palace occupied a larger area. The Palace of the Azure Hall was settled on top of its old fortress rock and sat up there, with no chance to expand, except for downwards, into the rock.
Engravings, decorations, mannequins in armour lined the corridor, which we followed through. Especially the mannequins reminded me a bit of walking through the Qalat-al-Jabal, specifically the Armory Museum, which housed an impressive collection of armors and weapons of days long past and from not so long ago, as the first display case showed. Regardless, here and now, the wooden mosaics were interesting to look at.
I knew, that if we ever returned, Okan would love to come along and we would certainly request his unofficial coming along. If he would ever be allowed to come back, especially with how he would grill any and ever tour guide with questions in a way, which would make any interrogation Adrean might have faced as part of his training seem like a child's birthday party, was another question.
A quick glance to Fara confirmed, that she would something similar, judging by the amused glint in her eyes.
As if that corridor was not enough reason for the art-loving Prince to almost torture a tour guide with questions, we arrived under the Silver Dome. Bathed in natural light, the Silver Dome was richly decorated from the floor to the tip of the dome. We walked over the coats of arms of the Imperium's Noble Families, as Jane explained, and I thought, that if Prince Alrich or Emperor Tjark would ever come for a visit, they would walk along the outer edges of the mosaic, as walking across such a display was a huge no-go in Auwaltian (and thus Teressian) culture.
Kyrenaians didn't have 'coats of arms' in the sense displayed here, though. We had seals, we had flags, but not heraldic images like these. So, we went by the local customs, walking right across them.
Statues represented the local deities, some of which we recognized, some of which we didn't.
The doors were guarded by two men in armour, who were accompanied by two more of Adrean's friends - and, of course, they were armed to the teeth. Gun fetishists, the lot of them... in any case, the canines were present as well, but Aldhiyb and Awwa were cuter then them.
I will admit to being biased, though, especially towards my own lad, who warmed my bed often enough - and who was my loyal and steadfast first mate.
And there we were - in the throne room.
We didn't see the (quite artistically done) floor first, or at least I didn't, but I did see the stage and the giant statue, as well as the two thrones under its wings. One has to give Adrean and Anna one thing, if they wanted, they looked the part - sure, Emperor Tjark had the looks down more naturally, but he had been at this for 21 years and he was well in his seventies, plus, had been trained for being Emperor of Auwalt since he was not shitting into his diapers anymore. On Adrean... he did not look like a child playing dress-up, but he did look a bit uncomfortable, I think, or at least not in his element (come two decades and that might change, though).
As for Anna, she shared a lot of her costume (and let's be honest, every ceremonial robe is a costume, only that the play is not for fun), with her husband, including a crown, that looked eerily similar at a distance. Of course, this corresponded well with the self-image of the two of the two of them being rulers of the Empire equally (compare and contrast to Kyrenaia's standpoint of paying lip-service to that and addressing Adrean as the Head of State).
Both of them wore, what looked like badges at a distance. And of course, they, too, were armed, though I did not see any rifles or rocket launchers leaning against the thrones (a small part in the back of my brain joked, that the grenade machine gun was hidden under Adrean's throne). The dog, just like the one outside, was armoured as well, in kevlar plating.
I didn't look up at the ceiling. I was not a gawking tourist, after all.
Agatha and the rest of the guides knelt as the arrived at the lower edge of the stage. I wondered if it felt weird for the Dowager Empress - after all, she was kneeling to her son (something not even Jida did to her daughter, my Grandmother and every Kyrenaian's Sultana), but also to someone parking her rear end on her own former chair.
If it did bother her, she did not let anyone notice.
She introduced us, speaking in a loud and clear voice, listing off the titles of our gracious hosts (some of which sounded a bit familiar) and then introducing us.
Of course, by that time, we were down already as well, like we would kneel in front of the Sultana: Both knees on the ground, hands at the sides of the knees, head lowered. At each name being called out, the owner of the name lowered his or her head down to the floor. The Handmaidens remained standing.
As she had finished, we raised our heads again - and, as it was custom in Kyrenaia, I rose to my full height. In a voice equally as loud and filling the throne room equally, I spoke: "May the winds carry a cool breeze and water to the Empire, Keisaer Adrean, Ruler and Lord of this Land, third to Your Name. May Manat smile as She weaves the image of our meeting into the Great Tapestry and may She pour from Her horn onto You and Your Father's Domains, Keisaerina Anna." I let a beat pass, then continued: "I bring a message of good will, peace and cooperation from the Sultana of Kyrenaia, of Razia, the Lady of the Five Deserts, and from Her Lands, as well as from the Ilkhans, who sit at Her side. I also bring gifts to the Empire and to its people."
I will admit, maybe it would have been better to come in Fistan Alshams, at least for us ladies - this was, after all, a very traditional occassion. Then again, there was a message in the pant-suit as well: Of modernity and looking forward, not drowning ourselves in past glories and traditions, as nice as they were.
Well, we had decided that way. No way we could change it now.

[Astares Amauricanum]

Adrean and Anna watch the arrival and presentation of their guests with a neutral expression, although their eyes show they are clearly interested.
For a few seconds, the Imperial Couple does not say anything, and after a quick glance at each other, stand up from their thrones and get down the stage.
As they reach the base, Agatha, Jane and Constantin, who have now risen back up, are met with one of the most ferocious bear hugs of the past few years, Adrean hugging his mother while Anna does it for both of her parents.

"How are you?" asks the Keisaer to his mother once they have separated, as he still holds her by the shoulders.
"I'm good, as usual. I wonder how I haven't died of stress with all the things you've put me through for all those years." replies Agatha with some mist in her eyes, before chuckling a bit at the end.
"Hey, i promised to you and Anna that I will always come back to see you, no matter what. There's nothing that can keep me down with you and Dad at my side." he replies as he caresses his mother's cheek for a few seconds with his thumb, before hugging her for a second time, but this time lighter and for a shorter time.
"I know this Adrean, and I'm glad for it. Anyway, you have work to do and a crisis to settle, so I'll see you later. Have fun son." finishes the Dowager Keisaerina with a smile.
"Yeah, and don't fuck this up!" adds Constantin to his son in law, having exchanged with Anna similar words to what Adrean and Agatha told each other.
"Aye General." replies the Imperial Couple with a mock salute, before Agatha, Jane, Constantin and Bradley turn back on their heels, say "See you later." to the Kyrenaians and walk away from the group, then out of the Throne Room.

"Sorry about the small setback, family is important for us too. Please, rise." says Anna to the Kyrenaians, as the Imperial Couple now focuses their attention on their guests.
Once everyone is standing back up, Adrean clears his throat, followed by Anna.
"Praise be Hava, Star of the Sea, Rivers and Travel, and Gaol, Star of Weather and Wind, for they saw your safe travel through the seas and ocean of our world to our humble country." says the Keisaerina with the same loud voice her mother and Aurelia used before her. "We thank you for the blessing bestowed upon our lands and people, Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
In return, please allow Us to bestow the blessings of Njörd, Star of Weather and Wind, and Aranesh, Star of Agriculture and Harvest upon the UIS. May the harvests be plentiful and the weather kind with your citizens." she adds with a similar tone.
"On behalf of Ourselves, the Noble Families of the Federalis Imperium, and Our citizens, We thank you for the message of good will and peace you bring from Razia-Sultana and the Ilkhans of Kyrenaia. We are honored to hear these words coming from you, Princess Aurelia. Welcome, to all of you, to the Federalis Imperium of Astares Amauricanum." continues Adrean, as he lets his gaze pass over each member of the delegation, even the Handmaidens.

As a few beats pass in silence, to let the words sink in, the Keisaer and Keisaerina take a deep breath.
"Before We proceed with the rest of the day, We would like to show you something." says Adrean as he looks behind him, to his Astarian Wolf. The canine is currently holding a small tablet computer in his mouth, and sits down quietly, wagging his tail.
"Thank you Oronar." says Adrean with a smile as he takes the tablet from the Wolf's mouth and scratch him behind the ears, causing him to bark happily.
"What we're going to show you," explains Anna, "is what went through our heads yestderday night when we ate the pudding. It brought us back to this." she says as she points to the screen, where a video has started, with the audio lines said in Astarians, but with English subtitles written on the bottom of the screen. The date in the top right corner of the screen shows this was filmed on March 15th, 2010.

In a forest, it is lightly raining. Some patches of snow here and there and the absence of leaves on trees shows that we are in the end of winter.
Silently, a group of 10 men clad in tactical gear and balaclavas, one of them holding the camera filming, advance through the trees. At their head, wearing a bandana covering a top of his head instead of a balaclava, is Colonel Gabriel T Rorke.
As the group of soldiers advance, they soon reach two large holes dug in the ground, where the vegetation has taken hold. As Rorke and the cameraman approach one of the holes, the rest of the group stays behind, some ruffling sounds indicating they are most likely taking something out of the duffel bags they were carrying.
As Gabriel and the cameraman reach the edge of the hole, one can see it is about 5 meters deep and 5 meters wide.
At the bottom, wrapped in a blanket, his feet in the mud, a young man can be seen, his hair completely shaved in military fashion. Since he is turned away from where Rorke and his group arrived, one can not see his face.
After a few seconds during which the cameraman zooms on the body, lightly shaking under the blanket due to the cold (or maybe something else), the two men move away towards the other hole a few meters to the left.
As they look down the second hole; the camera captures the presence of another living body wrapped in a blanket too. Only this time, it's a woman, and although her hair is cut very short, one can clearly recognize a younger version of Keisaerina Anna Blachkor.

"After all this, they have finally reached the end. I almost fee guilty for putting them through it." says Rorke as he looks down to the form that is Anna, currently sleeping in the cold and mud.
"Yeah, no doubt their parents will want your head for putting them through this without telling them first. But when I realize that they all managed to get through it as one, an entire group, I say it was worth the pain and suffering." replies a man's voice, most likely belonging to the cameraman due to the proximity it is heard.
"Yeah, you're right Elias. And it's now time to pull them out of this hell and mark them." finishes Rorke with a serious, cold, and almost grim tone as he looks back towards where the rest of the group had been preparing something, and nods.

As Elias, the cameraman, and Gabriel move back a few steps to hav a better angle of the two holes, one can see four men approach the holes, and divide in two pairs that attach ropes to nearby tree trunks, and use them to rappel down the slopes of the hole, landing in the mud at the bottom a few seconds later.
Having apparently heard them, the young man turns around and opens his eyes, and although his hair is completely shaved, it's not difficult to recognize the face of Adrean Blachkor.
However, before he or Anna in the other hole can do anything, each pair forcefully grabs them and cuffs their hands behind their backs making them stand up in the process. Underneath the blankets, the two young Astarians were only wearing a pair of light pants and a light tank top, both in khaki colors.

As soon as they are grabbed however, Adrean and Anna start to wrestle against their captor's presence, shaking their bodies from left to right, their heads turning left and right rapidly, and most importantly, their eyes. Bloodshot, dark bags under them, and having a look of either madness or primal instinct into them, or most likely both, and other emotions at the same time.
With some difficulty, the two pairs manage to haul Adrean and Anna to the top of the holes, back on forest ground. As they now pin them down, one man in each pair takes out a knife and cut out the bottom of the tank top, exposing their rock-hard abs in view, testament of a good training.

"Well, I can't say that I'm happy to see you both in this state. But you have a knack for this thing, and I'm proud to have you as my students." says Rorke with a neutral tone to Adrean and Anna, before swuatting down to their level.
"YOU FUCKER! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS! I'LL KILL YOU!" shouts Adrean at the top of his lungs in answer, tears welling up in his eyes, as Anna just looks at Rorke, but a grim determination can be seen in her eyes. At this precise moment, the eyes of the future Empress are the ones of a killer, eyes that look at a person and assess the best way to kill that person rapidly.
"I don't doubt that you will one day." simply replies Gabriel with a small chuckle as he stands back up, and the camera turns around and focuses on the rest of the group.

Two men of the group now approach the young Adrean and Anna, with something in their hands. That something is nothing else but two branding irons, the form at the end being a menacing Wolf Head, and currently with a hot red color, indicating they have been heated and are ready for use.
As they see this, Adrean and Anna struggle even more in their pair's grasps, but to no avail, as the men pin them down and prevent them from moving.

After a few more steps, the two men holding the branding irons stop in front of Adrean and Anna. Then, the one in front of Anna advances first towards her, and with a quick and precise move, pushes the iron against the skin of her abs.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" cries Anna, as she shouts to the top of her lungs, only to grit her teeth immediatly afterwards.
"YOU BASTARDS! I'LL KILL YOU ALL AND PISS ON YOUR GRAVES! YOU HEAR ME?!" shouts Adrean as he witnesses his girlfriend being branded, only for the man in front of him to advance too and do the same procedure on him.
"AAAAAH!" shouts the young Prince as well, as he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, the hot metal burning the skin of his abdomen and leaving the mark.

After a few seconds, the two soldiers holding the branding irons step back, and the camera now shows that Adrean and Anna's abs are now marked with the Wolf Head. However, before either of the two young Astarians can shout or cry more, one of the soldiers in each pain pinning them down suddenly wraps an arm around their throats, the other holding their head in place. Adrean and Anna try to struggle even more, trying to stay conscious despite the strangulation, but despite their best efforts, the two Astarians lose consciousness.

Adrean stops the video, and move the tablet away.
"Once you've fallen down the pit, you can never come back completely to the surface." says the Keisaer with a sigh to the Kyrenaians. "That's a saying we have among Bodarks. Or in other words, no matter what we try in terms of psychotherapy, medicine, etc, we will never come back to what we were prior of what you saw, and will always have a certain degree of instability."

"As you read in the video," continues Anna with the same seriousness as her husband, "when we went into the Tier One Special Force training after the Civil War back in 2008, we didn't know we would be thrown in the pit as well. But we were, and we got through. Intronized among the best of the best of the Imperial Guard."

"But just after, my dad was killed, and we ascended to the throne." follows Adrean. "And if you try to mix the mindset we had at the time, plus the zero knowledge or skill we had about how to run a country at the time, it makes for a very dangerous cocktail, especially in my case, believe me. But fortunately, we had competent people with us that helped us run the country while we were learning and sorting our own issues out. And this brings us to today, ten years later."

"Before you go and ask why we just didn't stop our side activities, it's not as simple unfortunately." continues Anna as she crosses her arms across her chest. "One one hand, going through the training gave us nightmares, restlessness, Acute Stress, and other PTSD- affiliated symptoms." says the Keisaerina, her eyes stopping for a second on Aurelia. "But on the other hand, it awakes something deep inside us who makes us want to continue in this way, and do what we were trained to do. It's so intense, you can't resist it.
In the end, we all agree that what we turned into is both a blessing and a curse."

"Mark our words Aurelia: deep down, we're not happy to be like this. Sure, we discovered that we were skilled as over-the-top SF operators, but what we learned in the way of the sword, we didn't learn it in the way of words. If I could trade a part of my warrior side for a part of your ambassador side, I would gladly do it. But I can't. Anna, me and the others can't do nothing but live with this burden/gift, and continue using it to serve our country.

In the end, I'm saying this not to complain or make people feel sorry for me, but to tell you the truth as it is. We are more than willing to be and at peace and even cooperate with the Sultanate, you can be assured 100% of that.
Many people in the past have assumed without knowing us that we were just psychopaths or madmen, and it could have sometimes impacted the Imperium badly as a consequence. And I don't want to repeat the same thing for the umpteenth time.
In the end, I just want all of you to know that in the possible relations between our two countries, even though we manage to control nowadays our instable and unpredictable side to a great extent, there are still some times where they may resurface. And yesterday night was a prieme example."

"We agree with you Damir, what happened on your yacht is not tolerable." says Anna as she adresses the Prince directly. "But knowing Pavel, I can guarantee you that it's the best thing that could have happened. Better than either him punching a wall and breaking a hole in it, or him having a breakdown and the need to put him under so many medication he would become a vegetable." adds the Keisaerina with a serious, but sad tone.

"We have told you everything, it's up to you now if you still want to collaborate with us or not, based on what we told you." finishes Adrean with a sigh.
All that needed to be said had been said. The Imperial Couple could now only hope that the delegation might be willing to maybe understand a bit what they were going through, and even though what they had acquired was great, it was only to better lock them in a psychological state they could not escape from, and only could go forward with it, no matter they liked their lot in life or not...

[Kyrenaia]

Adrean and Anna watch the arrival and presentation of their guests with a neutral expression, although their eyes show they are clearly interested.
For a few seconds, the Imperial Couple does not say anything, and after a quick glance at each other, stand up from their thrones and get down the stage.
As they reach the base, Agatha, Jane and Constantin, who have now risen back up, are met with one of the most ferocious bear hugs of the past few years, Adrean hugging his mother while Anna does it for both of her parents.

"How are you?" asks the Keisaer to his mother once they have separated, as he still holds her by the shoulders.
"I'm good, as usual. I wonder how I haven't died of stress with all the things you've put me through for all those years." replies Agatha with some mist in her eyes, before chuckling a bit at the end.
"Hey, i promised to you and Anna that I will always come back to see you, no matter what. There's nothing that can keep me down with you and Dad at my side." he replies as he caresses his mother's cheek for a few seconds with his thumb, before hugging her for a second time, but this time lighter and for a shorter time.
"I know this Adrean, and I'm glad for it. Anyway, you have work to do and a crisis to settle, so I'll see you later. Have fun son." finishes the Dowager Keisaerina with a smile.
"Yeah, and don't fuck this up!" adds Constantin to his son in law, having exchanged with Anna similar words to what Adrean and Agatha told each other.
"Aye General." replies the Imperial Couple with a mock salute, before Agatha, Jane, Constantin and Bradley turn back on their heels, say "See you later." to the Kyrenaians and walk away from the group, then out of the Throne Room.

"Sorry about the small setback, family is important for us too. Please, rise." says Anna to the Kyrenaians, as the Imperial Couple now focuses their attention on their guests.
Once everyone is standing back up, Adrean clears his throat, followed by Anna.
"Praise be Hava, Star of the Sea, Rivers and Travel, and Gaol, Star of Weather and Wind, for they saw your safe travel through the seas and ocean of our world to our humble country." says the Keisaerina with the same loud voice her mother and Aurelia used before her. "We thank you for the blessing bestowed upon our lands and people, Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
In return, please allow Us to bestow the blessings of Njörd, Star of Weather and Wind, and Aranesh, Star of Agriculture and Harvest upon the UIS. May the harvests be plentiful and the weather kind with your citizens." she adds with a similar tone.
"On behalf of Ourselves, the Noble Families of the Federalis Imperium, and Our citizens, We thank you for the message of good will and peace you bring from Razia-Sultana and the Ilkhans of Kyrenaia. We are honored to hear these words coming from you, Princess Aurelia. Welcome, to all of you, to the Federalis Imperium of Astares Amauricanum." continues Adrean, as he lets his gaze pass over each member of the delegation, even the Handmaidens.

As a few beats pass in silence, to let the words sink in, the Keisaer and Keisaerina take a deep breath.
"Before We proceed with the rest of the day, We would like to show you something." says Adrean as he looks behind him, to his Astarian Wolf. The canine is currently holding a small tablet computer in his mouth, and sits down quietly, wagging his tail.
"Thank you Oronar." says Adrean with a smile as he takes the tablet from the Wolf's mouth and scratch him behind the ears, causing him to bark happily.
"What we're going to show you," explains Anna, "is what went through our heads yestderday night when we ate the pudding. It brought us back to this." she says as she points to the screen, where a video has started, with the audio lines said in Astarians, but with English subtitles written on the bottom of the screen. The date in the top right corner of the screen shows this was filmed on March 15th, 2010.

In a forest, it is lightly raining. Some patches of snow here and there and the absence of leaves on trees shows that we are in the end of winter.
Silently, a group of 10 men clad in tactical gear and balaclavas, one of them holding the camera filming, advance through the trees. At their head, wearing a bandana covering a top of his head instead of a balaclava, is Colonel Gabriel T Rorke.
As the group of soldiers advance, they soon reach two large holes dug in the ground, where the vegetation has taken hold. As Rorke and the cameraman approach one of the holes, the rest of the group stays behind, some ruffling sounds indicating they are most likely taking something out of the duffel bags they were carrying.
As Gabriel and the cameraman reach the edge of the hole, one can see it is about 5 meters deep and 5 meters wide.
At the bottom, wrapped in a blanket, his feet in the mud, a young man can be seen, his hair completely shaved in military fashion. Since he is turned away from where Rorke and his group arrived, one can not see his face.
After a few seconds during which the cameraman zooms on the body, lightly shaking under the blanket due to the cold (or maybe something else), the two men move away towards the other hole a few meters to the left.
As they look down the second hole; the camera captures the presence of another living body wrapped in a blanket too. Only this time, it's a woman, and although her hair is cut very short, one can clearly recognize a younger version of Keisaerina Anna Blachkor.

"After all this, they have finally reached the end. I almost fee guilty for putting them through it." says Rorke as he looks down to the form that is Anna, currently sleeping in the cold and mud.
"Yeah, no doubt their parents will want your head for putting them through this without telling them first. But when I realize that they all managed to get through it as one, an entire group, I say it was worth the pain and suffering." replies a man's voice, most likely belonging to the cameraman due to the proximity it is heard.
"Yeah, you're right Elias. And it's now time to pull them out of this hell and mark them." finishes Rorke with a serious, cold, and almost grim tone as he looks back towards where the rest of the group had been preparing something, and nods.

As Elias, the cameraman, and Gabriel move back a few steps to hav a better angle of the two holes, one can see four men approach the holes, and divide in two pairs that attach ropes to nearby tree trunks, and use them to rappel down the slopes of the hole, landing in the mud at the bottom a few seconds later.
Having apparently heard them, the young man turns around and opens his eyes, and although his hair is completely shaved, it's not difficult to recognize the face of Adrean Blachkor.
However, before he or Anna in the other hole can do anything, each pair forcefully grabs them and cuffs their hands behind their backs making them stand up in the process. Underneath the blankets, the two young Astarians were only wearing a pair of light pants and a light tank top, both in khaki colors.

As soon as they are grabbed however, Adrean and Anna start to wrestle against their captor's presence, shaking their bodies from left to right, their heads turning left and right rapidly, and most importantly, their eyes. Bloodshot, dark bags under them, and having a look of either madness or primal instinct into them, or most likely both, and other emotions at the same time.
With some difficulty, the two pairs manage to haul Adrean and Anna to the top of the holes, back on forest ground. As they now pin them down, one man in each pair takes out a knife and cut out the bottom of the tank top, exposing their rock-hard abs in view, testament of a good training.

"Well, I can't say that I'm happy to see you both in this state. But you have a knack for this thing, and I'm proud to have you as my students." says Rorke with a neutral tone to Adrean and Anna, before swuatting down to their level.
"YOU FUCKER! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS! I'LL KILL YOU!" shouts Adrean at the top of his lungs in answer, tears welling up in his eyes, as Anna just looks at Rorke, but a grim determination can be seen in her eyes. At this precise moment, the eyes of the future Empress are the ones of a killer, eyes that look at a person and assess the best way to kill that person rapidly.
"I don't doubt that you will one day." simply replies Gabriel with a small chuckle as he stands back up, and the camera turns around and focuses on the rest of the group.

Two men of the group now approach the young Adrean and Anna, with something in their hands. That something is nothing else but two branding irons, the form at the end being a menacing Wolf Head, and currently with a hot red color, indicating they have been heated and are ready for use.
As they see this, Adrean and Anna struggle even more in their pair's grasps, but to no avail, as the men pin them down and prevent them from moving.

After a few more steps, the two men holding the branding irons stop in front of Adrean and Anna. Then, the one in front of Anna advances first towards her, and with a quick and precise move, pushes the iron against the skin of her abs.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" cries Anna, as she shouts to the top of her lungs, only to grit her teeth immediatly afterwards.
"YOU BASTARDS! I'LL KILL YOU ALL AND PISS ON YOUR GRAVES! YOU HEAR ME?!" shouts Adrean as he witnesses his girlfriend being branded, only for the man in front of him to advance too and do the same procedure on him.
"AAAAAH!" shouts the young Prince as well, as he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, the hot metal burning the skin of his abdomen and leaving the mark.

After a few seconds, the two soldiers holding the branding irons step back, and the camera now shows that Adrean and Anna's abs are now marked with the Wolf Head. However, before either of the two young Astarians can shout or cry more, one of the soldiers in each pain pinning them down suddenly wraps an arm around their throats, the other holding their head in place. Adrean and Anna try to struggle even more, trying to stay conscious despite the strangulation, but despite their best efforts, the two Astarians lose consciousness.

Adrean stops the video, and move the tablet away.
"Once you've fallen down the pit, you can never come back completely to the surface." says the Keisaer with a sigh to the Kyrenaians. "That's a saying we have among Bodarks. Or in other words, no matter what we try in terms of psychotherapy, medicine, etc, we will never come back to what we were prior of what you saw, and will always have a certain degree of instability."

"As you read in the video," continues Anna with the same seriousness as her husband, "when we went into the Tier One Special Force training after the Civil War back in 2008, we didn't know we would be thrown in the pit as well. But we were, and we got through. Intronized among the best of the best of the Imperial Guard."

"But just after, my dad was killed, and we ascended to the throne." follows Adrean. "And if you try to mix the mindset we had at the time, plus the zero knowledge or skill we had about how to run a country at the time, it makes for a very dangerous cocktail, especially in my case, believe me. But fortunately, we had competent people with us that helped us run the country while we were learning and sorting our own issues out. And this brings us to today, ten years later."

"Before you go and ask why we just didn't stop our side activities, it's not as simple unfortunately." continues Anna as she crosses her arms across her chest. "One one hand, going through the training gave us nightmares, restlessness, Acute Stress, and other PTSD- affiliated symptoms." says the Keisaerina, her eyes stopping for a second on Aurelia. "But on the other hand, it awakes something deep inside us who makes us want to continue in this way, and do what we were trained to do. It's so intense, you can't resist it.
In the end, we all agree that what we turned into is both a blessing and a curse."

"Mark our words Aurelia: deep down, we're not happy to be like this. Sure, we discovered that we were skilled as over-the-top SF operators, but what we learned in the way of the sword, we didn't learn it in the way of words. If I could trade a part of my warrior side for a part of your ambassador side, I would gladly do it. But I can't. Anna, me and the others can't do nothing but live with this burden/gift, and continue using it to serve our country.

In the end, I'm saying this not to complain or make people feel sorry for me, but to tell you the truth as it is. We are more than willing to be and at peace and even cooperate with the Sultanate, you can be assured 100% of that.
Many people in the past have assumed without knowing us that we were just psychopaths or madmen, and it could have sometimes impacted the Imperium badly as a consequence. And I don't want to repeat the same thing for the umpteenth time.
In the end, I just want all of you to know that in the possible relations between our two countries, even though we manage to control nowadays our instable and unpredictable side to a great extent, there are still some times where they may resurface. And yesterday night was a prieme example."

"We agree with you Damir, what happened on your yacht is not tolerable." says Anna as she adresses the Prince directly. "But knowing Pavel, I can guarantee you that it's the best thing that could have happened. Better than either him punching a wall and breaking a hole in it, or him having a breakdown and the need to put him under so many medication he would become a vegetable." adds the Keisaerina with a serious, but sad tone.

"We have told you everything, it's up to you now if you still want to collaborate with us or not, based on what we told you." finishes Adrean with a sigh.
All that needed to be said had been said. The Imperial Couple could now only hope that the delegation might be willing to maybe understand a bit what they were going through, and even though what they had acquired was great, it was only to better lock them in a psychological state they could not escape from, and only could go forward with it, no matter they liked their lot in life or not...

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Stoically, Anna and Adrean watched our arrival, let a few beats pass - looked imperial, one might even say, fitting the expectations I had of the title of Imperator, its variations and what was associated with it... and then blew it. Family surely was important, no question asked, but if you needed to break the impression, professionalism and formality (and, depending on local customs the protocol), then it left an impression. His and his wife's impression was of someone, who had priorities, which did not always align with the needs of the day.
Dad and the others rose when asked to, Dad joining my side with a grin and a nod - I did well. A nod in return indicated, that I knew, who I owed this to.
That brief nonverbal bit of communication done, within barely ten seconds, we focussed back onto Adrean and Anna.
We received the blessings with small bows of gratitude and then got shown Adrean and Anna in unfortunate spots during their training and listened to their explanation.
Honestly... I was half-tempted to tell Adrean midway through, that we were not here to listen to his sob-story and feel pity for him, his wife or anyone else, but that we had a clear and simple mission. It pertained the nation he led, not himself.
But then again, that was hardly diplomatic or proper or what I had in mind by the end. Not to mention, that it was not my response. Zafir would say that, al-Zahir would tell them that in nicer terms, ben Sahid would tell them something similar in no uncertain terms.
My response...
...I slung my arms around the necks of both Adrean and Anna and pulled them into a hug. Considering the relative sizes, it was not exactly a tight or comfortable hug, but I think, the messege came across. Dad remained a step back, an eyebrow slightly raised.
"I can not fathom, what you went through during your training.", I told both, not very loudly, but understandable to them, "I can fathom the effects it had on you, though. I still have nightmares of seeing my Mother die, of the Al'Arz-Attack... of Fiafia and what came after." Yes, this felt right. "I take comfort in the fact, that I have shoulders I can snuggle into at night, which keep the terrors away. I know, that you have, too."
I released the hug and made a step back, Dad handing me a tissue.
I dabbed my not-dry eye, then gave it back to him with a grateful nod.
"I will do what is within my power to ensure, that the Sultanate and the Empire cooperate peacefully on a number of issues, among them the peace and security within the region of the United Island States of AHSCA.", I told them, then looked to Dad, "And I am sure, that I am not the only one."
He nodded. At the end of the day, he had more soft power then I, that was a simple fact.

[Astares Amauricanum]

When Aurelia hugs them, Adrean and Anna hug her back, a feeling of relief passing through the Imperial Couple.
Before the Kyrenaian Princess releases the hug, Adrean says something, not loudly, just the same volume as Aurelia.
"For people like us who suffered greatly, the only thing we can do is keep moving forward. For your mother, for my father, for all the friends and comrades we lost, we have to live our lives to the fullest. That's what they want to see where they are watching us now." says the Keisaer as he pats Aurelia's back, before releasing the hug.

The Imperial Couple, too, wipe a small tear with their fingers, before taking a deep breath, and nodding to Aurelia's words regarding cooperation between the Imperium and the Sultanate regarding the peace for the UIS.
"Thank you Aurelia.You can be assured we will do the same on our side." says Anna, before letting a beat pass.
"And thank you for listening as well. We didn't gave you a peek inside our past to call pity on us, but it had to be said nonetheless. In people were more willing to just listen in our world, we could solve a lot of crises peacefully."

"Indeed." continues Adrean, before clapping in his hands once.
"Anyway," he says with a happier tone, "now that has been said and done, please let us treat you to one of our specialty drinks. Consider it as our equivalent to the Tuqasimiah" says the Keisaer, before speaking a few words in his throat microphone.

A few seconds later, the doors of the Throne Room open, and Pavel and Alicia enter, each one carrying a tray holding white mugs, with some vapor coming out of them.
As they reach the group, they simply nod to their friends and the delegation, before presenting the trays.
"Hot fruit juices of berries, apples, and oranges." simply says Adrean as Anna and him grab a mug, inviting the others to do the same.
One thing the Kyrenaians would note, is that even the Handmaidens are offered a drink as well.

[Kyrenaia]

When Aurelia hugs them, Adrean and Anna hug her back, a feeling of relief passing through the Imperial Couple.
Before the Kyrenaian Princess releases the hug, Adrean says something, not loudly, just the same volume as Aurelia.
"For people like us who suffered greatly, the only thing we can do is keep moving forward. For your mother, for my father, for all the friends and comrades we lost, we have to live our lives to the fullest. That's what they want to see where they are watching us now." says the Keisaer as he pats Aurelia's back, before releasing the hug.

The Imperial Couple, too, wipe a small tear with their fingers, before taking a deep breath, and nodding to Aurelia's words regarding cooperation between the Imperium and the Sultanate regarding the peace for the UIS.
"Thank you Aurelia.You can be assured we will do the same on our side." says Anna, before letting a beat pass.
"And thank you for listening as well. We didn't gave you a peek inside our past to call pity on us, but it had to be said nonetheless. In people were more willing to just listen in our world, we could solve a lot of crises peacefully."

"Indeed." continues Adrean, before clapping in his hands once.
"Anyway," he says with a happier tone, "now that has been said and done, please let us treat you to one of our specialty drinks. Consider it as our equivalent to the Tuqasimiah" says the Keisaer, before speaking a few words in his throat microphone.

A few seconds later, the doors of the Throne Room open, and Pavel and Alicia enter, each one carrying a tray holding white mugs, with some vapor coming out of them.
As they reach the group, they simply nod to their friends and the delegation, before presenting the trays.
"Hot fruit juices of berries, apples, and oranges." simply says Adrean as Anna and him grab a mug, inviting the others to do the same.
One thing the Kyrenaians would note, is that even the Handmaidens are offered a drink as well.

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
I was glad, that my gesture was well-received by them and did not cause them offense. I knew, that once she would hear of it, my Grandmother would not be too pleased in the gesture, but definately in the result... she hadn't been, when I showed compassion in Pankara Katarai a few months ago, but she could not deny the positive effect it had.
Dad would have my back, I knew it.
Next, we were to share drinks - the parallel to the Tuqasimiah was interesting, I would have to inquire later.
The Handmaidens bowed their heads lightly, declining the drink - not to cause offense, but customs dictated, that they were not to consume food and drink with their employers. Granted, that had been softened, so that this only applied to formal situations, but if something was formal, then this was. It was mentioned in many books about our Handmaidens, so I was sure, that Adrean's protocol office would have taken note of it.
Though, after another mishap, I was not so sure...
Still, if we were at breaking up old conventions, we might as well go full throttle. Besides, I was officially in charge.
I nodded at Sarina and the other Handmaidens, who bowed their heads lightly and took mugs for themselves. They seemed a bit surprised and uncomfortable, Dad was mostly surprised (one could see that at his eyebrow being a smidgen higher then usually).
We, too, took mugs.
It was indeed hot, but it smelled good.
"So...", I said and smiled at Adrean, "...is there a toast or something we need to keep in mind?"

[Astares Amauricanum]

Aurelia was right in believing that the rule about the Handmaidens not consuming food with their employers had been noted by the Protocol Officer of the Silver Palace. But when presented with the information, Adrean had simply said "When I receive guests, I take care of everyone, be it a Royal or his servants, so everyone will be offered something. If they don't want it, that's fine, but I'll still offer them something."

Back in the throne room, the Imperial Couple nods with little smiles to the Handmaidens taking drinks, as they take a sip of their own mug.
As Aurelia asks something, Adrean simply raises a finger in front of him, asking for a moment, before turning to Pavel, standing with his tray now under his arm.
"Pavel, go tell the others that when we'll get out, you will be all dismissed until the gift exchange ceremony. And also, I feel like having my good old souvenir at my side right now, can you please bring it to me? asks the Keisaer in Astarian to his friend.
"Please bring mine too." asks Anna as well.
"Roger that." replies the male Morozov as he snaps to attention, before nodding and turning on his spot, before walking towards the doors. Alicia, for her part, remains on the side, near Anna.

"To answer your question Aurelia-Amira," replies the Keisaer as he turns back to the Princess, "in this situation, toasting would be innapropriate. As the relations between our two nations are just beginning, and even though I'm sure both sides wish for them to be fruitful and lasting, who knows if a few accidents may happen on the way. On the other hand, if we were in a situation where the relations between the Imperium and the Sultanate would have lasted in a good way for let's say, a decade, and this was the fourth time Kyrenaian Royalty was visiting us, then a toast to what had been done in the past and to the wish that the relations may continue to last for a very long time would be welcomed, especially if it proposed by the guest. But in this case, a toast isn't needed. However, one will happen tonight at the state dinner."

"On another note," continues Anna, "we're sorry that your Handmaidens feel uncomfortable about receiving drinks alongside all of you. But for quite some time now, the Astarian Monarchs have started to consider not only a high-ranking guest, but also the people who accompany them as their guests as well. So that means that when we offer something, we offer it to everyone regardless of rank. Of course, if it conflicts with the guest's traditions and, in your case, your Handmaidens would have not accepted the drinks, we would not have thought badly of it. "

"Even though we respect the protocol and stick to it to our best, don't be surprised if sometimes we push it aside for the sake of effiency or comfiness, especially for our guests, or more so if things need to be adressed not diplomatically." says Adrean with the same amiable tone as before.
"So, before we move on, are there any other things that need to be said on your side?" asks the Keisaer with a smile.

[Kyrenaia]

Aurelia was right in believing that the rule about the Handmaidens not consuming food with their employers had been noted by the Protocol Officer of the Silver Palace. But when presented with the information, Adrean had simply said "When I receive guests, I take care of everyone, be it a Royal or his servants, so everyone will be offered something. If they don't want it, that's fine, but I'll still offer them something."

Back in the throne room, the Imperial Couple nods with little smiles to the Handmaidens taking drinks, as they take a sip of their own mug.
As Aurelia asks something, Adrean simply raises a finger in front of him, asking for a moment, before turning to Pavel, standing with his tray now under his arm.
"Pavel, go tell the others that when we'll get out, you will be all dismissed until the gift exchange ceremony. And also, I feel like having my good old souvenir at my side right now, can you please bring it to me? asks the Keisaer in Astarian to his friend.
"Please bring mine too." asks Anna as well.
"Roger that." replies the male Morozov as he snaps to attention, before nodding and turning on his spot, before walking towards the doors. Alicia, for her part, remains on the side, near Anna.

"To answer your question Aurelia-Amira," replies the Keisaer as he turns back to the Princess, "in this situation, toasting would be innapropriate. As the relations between our two nations are just beginning, and even though I'm sure both sides wish for them to be fruitful and lasting, who knows if a few accidents may happen on the way. On the other hand, if we were in a situation where the relations between the Imperium and the Sultanate would have lasted in a good way for let's say, a decade, and this was the fourth time Kyrenaian Royalty was visiting us, then a toast to what had been done in the past and to the wish that the relations may continue to last for a very long time would be welcomed, especially if it proposed by the guest. But in this case, a toast isn't needed. However, one will happen tonight at the state dinner."

"On another note," continues Anna, "we're sorry that your Handmaidens feel uncomfortable about receiving drinks alongside all of you. But for quite some time now, the Astarian Monarchs have started to consider not only a high-ranking guest, but also the people who accompany them as their guests as well. So that means that when we offer something, we offer it to everyone regardless of rank. Of course, if it conflicts with the guest's traditions and, in your case, your Handmaidens would have not accepted the drinks, we would not have thought badly of it. "

"Even though we respect the protocol and stick to it to our best, don't be surprised if sometimes we push it aside for the sake of effiency or comfiness, especially for our guests, or more so if things need to be adressed not diplomatically." says Adrean with the same amiable tone as before.
"So, before we move on, are there any other things that need to be said on your side?" asks the Keisaer with a smile.

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Ignoring protocol for the sake of comfort or efficiency - I don't think, that I needed to mention, that Kyrenaia handled it quite differently, same with the people accompanying the visitor. Sure, diplomatic staff and businessowners would be honoured, but the Main Guest would be the focus, as would be his spouse.
In any case, I thought for a moment, taking a sip of my cup to gain said moment.
"For the moment, I have nothing diplomatic to say. However, on a more personal note...", I began, then smiled in the general direction of the dog. "...this is the famed Oronar, I presume?"
Dad smiled into his cup.
I was an owner of a Sand Wolf myself, my mother's mother had a Grey Wolf when I was little (who I loved to play with), so canines were known and beloved by me, nearly as much as horses. That even went so far as someone bringing his dog to the official reception once, just to get on my good side.
Fara was more a lass for felines, her Caracal Kalak being world famous by now, while her sister Fadia was a falconer through and through. Elian didn't have a pet, but he once joked, that he didn't need one, he had a little sister, after all (followed by a quick, playful punch of said sister into his gut), while Dad had no preferences, to my understanding.
Abbas and Razia - I did not know them enough to know such preferences.
Still, Oronar had been mentioned in a few briefings and I was eager to meet him as well.

[Astares Amauricanum]

Adrean and Anna knew too that the Kyrenaians did things differently, but were glad that for now, it didn't seem to bother anyone. With the conversation switching to another subject, they would have time to worry again about this topic later.

"Yup, this is him." says Adrean as he kneels a bit and scratches his Astarian Wolf behind the ears, causing the canine to bark happily in answer. "A three year old Astarian Wolf. Way younger than Gopnik or Cairo which you saw outside, but aready as efficient as them when in the field." adds the Keisaer as he stands back up.

Meanwhile, Oronat switches his attention now fully on the Kyrenaians, befoe approaching Aurelia and starting sniffing her.
"Do not worry, he will do that for everyone of you, to remember your scent as people he will protect." explains Anna with a smile. "Astarian Wolves are extremely intelligent, and can understand many things. When they are trained as service canines, for militayr purposes for example, they are not reduced to a single task. For example, Oronar, Gopink and Cairo are trained in both attack and search roles, and for the latter, they are not defined to a single thing like explosives or drugs. They manage to detect all of those and more."

"One thing you will also see with Astarian Wolves, on a more practical level." continues Adrean, "is that they never lick their human masters, whether it is their faces or even their hands This dates back to the Middle Ages and the creation of the Imperium, and has been ever since for hygienic purposes."

[Kyrenaia]

Adrean and Anna knew too that the Kyrenaians did things differently, but were glad that for now, it didn't seem to bother anyone. With the conversation switching to another subject, they would have time to worry again about this topic later.

"Yup, this is him." says Adrean as he kneels a bit and scratches his Astarian Wolf behind the ears, causing the canine to bark happily in answer. "A three year old Astarian Wolf. Way younger than Gopnik or Cairo which you saw outside, but aready as efficient as them when in the field." adds the Keisaer as he stands back up.

Meanwhile, Oronat switches his attention now fully on the Kyrenaians, befoe approaching Aurelia and starting sniffing her.
"Do not worry, he will do that for everyone of you, to remember your scent as people he will protect." explains Anna with a smile. "Astarian Wolves are extremely intelligent, and can understand many things. When they are trained as service canines, for militayr purposes for example, they are not reduced to a single task. For example, Oronar, Gopink and Cairo are trained in both attack and search roles, and for the latter, they are not defined to a single thing like explosives or drugs. They manage to detect all of those and more."

"One thing you will also see with Astarian Wolves, on a more practical level." continues Adrean, "is that they never lick their human masters, whether it is their faces or even their hands This dates back to the Middle Ages and the creation of the Imperium, and has been ever since for hygienic purposes."

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Ah, so they were knowledgable in everything, yet masters of none, when the local armed forces trained them for their purposes. The SDF did something similar with Grey Wolves, though a bomb sniffer dog was a bomb sniffer dog and an attack dog was an attack dog - that had little to do with intelligence, I knew that from a friendly dog handler, but with the aggressiveness one required, while the other did not require that.
Attack Grey Wolves were trained to attack, to bite and to maul their objective to death or worse, they were kept at a high level of aggressiveness and bred for that - teaching them anything except the most basic things was a practice in futility.
Of course, the Kyrenaian Armed Forces had their own animals as well, though they had a small menagerie at their disposal: Small Kyrenaian Caracals were used as sniffers, not only by the military, but also by the police, the Desert Mouse in particular served as mine detectors, Sandpanthers prowled the outsides of Kyrenaian prison complexes in search for fugitives, Jalid White Wolves did all sorts of things for the Jalid Rangers, while the Army had once tried to weaponize the Sand Wyvern.
The Sand Wyvern in question had objected to being weaponized and had demonstrated why that had been a bad idea.
Of course, I mentioned none of that to the group, letting the wolf get a good sniff, I even extended my hand.
"Oh, that's the whole fun part gone!", I complained, more joking then anything. If they didn't like it, I would not argue against it. "Nothing says [i]Welcome Home![I] more like getting your favourite pet's slobber all over your face, while he freaks out with happiness. One can was the face afterwards. As for you, young man..." I turned to Oronar. "...have you been a good boy?"
I looked up to Adrean and Anna.
"Has he been a good boy? And can I pet him?", I asked.
Dad's smile widened into a grin.

[Astares Amauricanum]

"Of course he has been a good boy, especially this morning." replies Adrean with a smile, and a small part of enigma and mystery in his tone of voice. "And of course you can pet him. Thanks for asking, just like any other canine trained for security, we are usually the only ones who pet him, or people that he learned to know and recognize." explains the Keisaer, as he snaps his fingers at his Astarian Wolf and makes a few handsigns.

Immediatly, Oronar approaches Aurelia and sits on his haunches, panting a bit and wagging his tail.

Aurelia nods and begins petting Oronar.

Meanwhile, behind the delegation, one of the throne room doors can be heard opening again, and some footsteps approaching.
After a few seconds, Pavel appears again, but instead of his tray, he now carries two XM4 carbines, along with two leather chest bandoliers (holding three pouches for AR mags) over his arm. Without a word, the Imperial Couple take each a bandolier and sling it across their chest, before Adrean grabs the XM4 fitted with an adaptable holographic sight, angled foregrip and suppressor, while Anna grabs the one fitted with a 6x magnification sight, foregrip and suppressor.
With precise moves, they load a mag in the gun, rack the bolt and check if a round is chambered. Once that is done, they take a deep brath, look at each other, and let the carbines rest across their chests on their one-point sling.


"We know what you might be thinking right now." says Adrean with a sigh. "No, we do not have these to overcompensate, threaten or show off." continues the Keisaer.

"These XM4s" continues Anna as she lightly pats the carbine resting at her side, "have been with us from 2005 to 2017. Blood, sweat, tears, name any of those and you can be sure we've been through it with them at our side. They are a part of our history." she says, as her eyes fall on Aurelia briefly as if to say Like the dagger you always carry with you.

"So, don't be surprised if we carry them right now. Whenever we're back home in Columbia, or the Imperium for that matter, you'll see us with them not too far away. We dont fear for our security, but having them at our side is one of the things we like the most." he says with a small smile as he looks down at his rifle, before looking back up to the guests with a serious face.

As a few beats pass in silence, the Imperial Couple pass a neutral gaze on their guests, their eyes conveying a single message.
In the name of collaboration and respect, please keep any bad remarks to yourselves. You are in our home, so please behave

"So, does he enjoys his petting?" asks Adrean as he switches his gaze back to Aurelia still petting his Wolf.

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OOC: This post was written in collaboration with Selks, thanks a lot.

[Kyrenaia]

"Of course he has been a good boy, especially this morning." replies Adrean with a smile, and a small part of enigma and mystery in his tone of voice. "And of course you can pet him. Thanks for asking, just like any other canine trained for security, we are usually the only ones who pet him, or people that he learned to know and recognize." explains the Keisaer, as he snaps his fingers at his Astarian Wolf and makes a few handsigns.

Immediatly, Oronar approaches Aurelia and sits on his haunches, panting a bit and wagging his tail.

Aurelia nods and begins petting Oronar.

Meanwhile, behind the delegation, one of the throne room doors can be heard opening again, and some footsteps approaching.
After a few seconds, Pavel appears again, but instead of his tray, he now carries two XM4 carbines, along with two leather chest bandoliers (holding three pouches for AR mags) over his arm. Without a word, the Imperial Couple take each a bandolier and sling it across their chest, before Adrean grabs the XM4 fitted with an adaptable holographic sight, angled foregrip and suppressor, while Anna grabs the one fitted with a 6x magnification sight, foregrip and suppressor.
With precise moves, they load a mag in the gun, rack the bolt and check if a round is chambered. Once that is done, they take a deep brath, look at each other, and let the carbines rest across their chests on their one-point sling.


"We know what you might be thinking right now." says Adrean with a sigh. "No, we do not have these to overcompensate, threaten or show off." continues the Keisaer.

"These XM4s" continues Anna as she lightly pats the carbine resting at her side, "have been with us from 2005 to 2017. Blood, sweat, tears, name any of those and you can be sure we've been through it with them at our side. They are a part of our history." she says, as her eyes fall on Aurelia briefly as if to say Like the dagger you always carry with you.

"So, don't be surprised if we carry them right now. Whenever we're back home in Columbia, or the Imperium for that matter, you'll see us with them not too far away. We dont fear for our security, but having them at our side is one of the things we like the most." he says with a small smile as he looks down at his rifle, before looking back up to the guests with a serious face.

As a few beats pass in silence, the Imperial Couple pass a neutral gaze on their guests, their eyes conveying a single message.
In the name of collaboration and respect, please keep any bad remarks to yourselves. You are in our home, so please behave

"So, does he enjoys his petting?" asks Adrean as he switches his gaze back to Aurelia still petting his Wolf.

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OOC: This post was written in collaboration with Selks, thanks a lot.

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
The rather selective nature of petters was not only limited to combat dogs, Aldhiyb also only accepted certain people to pet him, while Awwa had very specific tendencies when it came to those allowed to pet him (usually those, who had Mahmut's smell with them). There were other particularities with other canines I knew, including not allowing anyone to pet them, period, while others were, so to speak, petting-bitches (get it?).
In any case, I petted him on the head softly, not like he was my own lad.
My own lad would have long since thrown himself onto his back and would have demanded belly-scratches from me.
When the doors opened again, I gave him a pat on the side as a sign, that petting time was over, and rose again, watching... as our hosts received assault rifles with all sorts of frills and ammunition, which they strapped on.
Anna and Adrean then explained, that they were basically their pacifiers, which they carried around the whole time they could. Considering, that they were assault rifles and judging by similar weapons in Kyrenaian service, they were pacifiers of somewhere in the ballpark of three to four kilograms.
That was somewhere between six to eight half-litre bottles of beer. Pacifier or not, if I could help it, I would not lug around the equivalent of six to eight half-litre bottles of beer around, especially if that pacifier was actually a quite deadly weapon - trained soldiers or not, one of the first lessons I had learned as a Marcach was, that a weapon was not a toy.
"I guess, that he did enjoy the petting.", I said and smiled, "And, to be honest, I thought you had these rifles come to tell us about the Astarian Arms Industry and to show us some of their products, maybe even offer us a go on the shooting range." I motioned to Fara. "Granted, I could not speak much about it, my experiences with marksmanship are mostly limited to bow and arrow, but Fara here was an excellent markswoman during her Service."
"Indeed.", Fara said, "One of the best riflewomen of my Service-Year, and later as a non-commissioned officer of the 7th Mechanized Brigade."

[Astares Amauricanum]

"Well then, we hope to see your skills on the shooting range this afternoon Fara-Amira." replies Anna with a smile. "And don't worry, you'll have more than enough Astarian products there to test if you want." she adds as she turns to Aurelia.

"Regarding the Astarian Arms Industry Aurelia," continues her husband, " we could indeed do this, but since we all know here KGS manufacture very good weapons and the Kyrenaian civilian firearm market is pretty much nonexistent, I don't see exactly what Masada, Aquila and the others could do for now. Then again, I'm just a simple Keisaer, not a weapons dealer, so they might have a different opinion.
On the other hand though, I can tell you for sure that with our own civilian market, KGS might have a good opportunity to make a lot of moulaga." adds Adrean with a small laugh as he rubs his left thumb, index and middle fingers as if he was handling bank notes.

"Just so you know, moulaga is an Astarian slang term for money. Just saying." says Alicia to the Kyrenaians with a semi-neutral tone.

"Alicia, please stop berating yourself in front of our guests. If they did not like what happened, it's their fault. You are who you are." says Anna in Astarian to her friend with a smile, as she grabs her shoulder reassuringly. "And that goes for you too as well Pavel." she continues as she turns her head towards the male Morozov.

"Rah." simply replies Pavel as he straightens himself a bit.

[Kyrenaia]

"Well then, we hope to see your skills on the shooting range this afternoon Fara-Amira." replies Anna with a smile. "And don't worry, you'll have more than enough Astarian products there to test if you want." she adds as she turns to Aurelia.

"Regarding the Astarian Arms Industry Aurelia," continues her husband, " we could indeed do this, but since we all know here KGS manufacture very good weapons and the Kyrenaian civilian firearm market is pretty much nonexistent, I don't see exactly what Masada, Aquila and the others could do for now. Then again, I'm just a simple Keisaer, not a weapons dealer, so they might have a different opinion.
On the other hand though, I can tell you for sure that with our own civilian market, KGS might have a good opportunity to make a lot of moulaga." adds Adrean with a small laugh as he rubs his left thumb, index and middle fingers as if he was handling bank notes.

"Just so you know, moulaga is an Astarian slang term for money. Just saying." says Alicia to the Kyrenaians with a semi-neutral tone.

"Alicia, please stop berating yourself in front of our guests. If they did not like what happened, it's their fault. You are who you are." says Anna in Astarian to her friend with a smile, as she grabs her shoulder reassuringly. "And that goes for you too as well Pavel." she continues as she turns her head towards the male Morozov.

"Rah." simply replies Pavel as he straightens himself a bit.

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Letting the interaction between Alicia and Anna, and Alicia's husband, pass (mainly because I didn't understand a word), I turned to Adrean.
"I am reasonably certain, that one could find a few products of KGS, which the Astarian Civilian Firearms Market might like.", I said with a small nod, "That being said, while we could lay the foundations for such an engagement, for example by talking about trade and trade barriers, the actual heavy business lifting will have to be handled by others, at least from our side. We are not sales representatives of KGS." I gave him a shrug. "I am sure, however, that we can arrange for a bit of time on the firing range, right, Fara?"
"Sure.", Fara replied, "I might even be able to get something for you to try in return, if the Captain allows it."
"That, and we all have the Beige Dress with us.", Abbas added jokingly, "Besides, I dimly remember something about a recertification."
"Right, there was that...", I said and looked at Adrean, "Would you mind us doing that before the merry plinking starts?"

[Astares Amauricanum]

"I don't mind at all, that and the joint security exercise we talked about." replies Adrean with a smile to Aurelia.

For the next few seconds however, the Keisaer's expression turns from cordial to a bit unsure, as he lightly snaps his fingers a few times, and looks around the throne room, clearly searching for the right words to express what he wants to say.

"Well, nothing can beat being simple and humble." he mutters in Astarian before looking back to the Kyrenaians, but more specifically Aurelia and Damir.

"Look, what I'm going to say is not easy for me, but please hear me out first." he says to the Prince with a humble look and tone.
"What happened yesterday night clearly has me now in a very uncomfortable spot. For what these two did, I apologize once again." he says as he lightly jerks his right thumb left and right to designate Pavel and Alicia. "But as you have seen on the video, all of us are not exactly right in the head, so it could have been any of us Astarians. But judging by your facial expression last night Damir, , it's clear that respect has surely dissapeared." adds Adrean with a dry chuckle.

"Anyway, as hosts and heads of state, it's our role, Anna and I, to work together with you and the delegation to lay down the bases for fruitful relations between the Sultanate and the Imperium. But at the same time, as friends and leaders to our unit, it's our job to ensure our merry band works properly, both within and with others. And right now, those "others" are all of you."

"So, what I'm going to ask is this: is there anything that these two," continues the Keisaer as he points to Pavel and Alicia, "or us two," he says as he then points to himself and Anna, "can do to try and work towards reestablishing their standing with you? Because honestly, I know I would feel way better if we can all work together with respect and all. And I know I'm not the only one." he finishes as he turns his head towards his wife.

"Indeed. "simply says the Keisaerina. "Thanks for considering my husband's request." she adds with a small, almost sheepish smile as she turns back to the Kyrenaians.

Pavel and Alicia, for their part, do not say anything, but their eyes look towards their friends with very grateful sparks in them.

---

Outside the throne room.

"Don't you think they are getting a bit down too low towards our guests?" asks Phillip Smetov to Patrick Leonhart.
Gathered in the rotunda under the Silver Dome, the rest of Adrean's and Anna's Guardswait patiently for their friends to get out, while listening to the proceedings happening on their earpieces.

"Who knows? At least he is trying something for all of us to get along." simply replies the male Leonhart to his friend with a shrug. "No one can blame him for that."

"Indeed" adds his wife Alexandra, while some of their friends around the rotunda nods their heads in approval...

[Kyrenaia]

"I don't mind at all, that and the joint security exercise we talked about." replies Adrean with a smile to Aurelia.

For the next few seconds however, the Keisaer's expression turns from cordial to a bit unsure, as he lightly snaps his fingers a few times, and looks around the throne room, clearly searching for the right words to express what he wants to say.

"Well, nothing can beat being simple and humble." he mutters in Astarian before looking back to the Kyrenaians, but more specifically Aurelia and Damir.

"Look, what I'm going to say is not easy for me, but please hear me out first." he says to the Prince with a humble look and tone.
"What happened yesterday night clearly has me now in a very uncomfortable spot. For what these two did, I apologize once again." he says as he lightly jerks his right thumb left and right to designate Pavel and Alicia. "But as you have seen on the video, all of us are not exactly right in the head, so it could have been any of us Astarians. But judging by your facial expression last night Damir, , it's clear that respect has surely dissapeared." adds Adrean with a dry chuckle.

"Anyway, as hosts and heads of state, it's our role, Anna and I, to work together with you and the delegation to lay down the bases for fruitful relations between the Sultanate and the Imperium. But at the same time, as friends and leaders to our unit, it's our job to ensure our merry band works properly, both within and with others. And right now, those "others" are all of you."

"So, what I'm going to ask is this: is there anything that these two," continues the Keisaer as he points to Pavel and Alicia, "or us two," he says as he then points to himself and Anna, "can do to try and work towards reestablishing their standing with you? Because honestly, I know I would feel way better if we can all work together with respect and all. And I know I'm not the only one." he finishes as he turns his head towards his wife.

"Indeed. "simply says the Keisaerina. "Thanks for considering my husband's request." she adds with a small, almost sheepish smile as she turns back to the Kyrenaians.

Pavel and Alicia, for their part, do not say anything, but their eyes look towards their friends with very grateful sparks in them.

---

Outside the throne room.

"Don't you think they are getting a bit down too low towards our guests?" asks Phillip Smetov to Patrick Leonhart.
Gathered in the rotunda under the Silver Dome, the rest of Adrean's and Anna's Guardswait patiently for their friends to get out, while listening to the proceedings happening on their earpieces.

"Who knows? At least he is trying something for all of us to get along." simply replies the male Leonhart to his friend with a shrug. "No one can blame him for that."

"Indeed" adds his wife Alexandra, while some of their friends around the rotunda nods their heads in approval...

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Dad was silent for a bit, then exhaled: "That is... very interesting, what you say, mainly because I am not the person, who you should be concerned about. My opinion of you is maybe interesting peripherilly, if I am lucky. To be honest, I own the taxi, little more." He shrugged. "The person you should be concerned about, and about who's opinion of you you should be concerned about, is the person responsible for fostering the diplomatic relations between the Empire and the Sultanate at the moment and that is..."
He moved his head into my direction and I gave a wave. "Hi."
"...her.", he finished.
"And to be frank, I don't care about who fucks whom where, as long as it is upon mutual agreement and somewhere, where I can always claim to be uninvolved... unless I am involved, that is.", I added, causing Fara to chuckle behind her hand, "Granted, the latter case is mostly limited to one person these days, but I... uh... how do I say that..."
"Went at it like a bunny in heat?", Fara supplied helpfully.
I raised an eyebrow. "One could put it that way, yes." I let a beat pass. Turned back to the Astarians, looking at Pavel and Alicia. "So don't worry. I won't make a fuss about that... though a small recommendation, Colonels: Next time, ask for a room, if you need to in direct terms, if possible paraphrase it a bit. Being fucked on a toilet is quite uncomfortable and, at least to me, demeaning for a woman. And before someone asks, yes." I let a beat pass. Dad looked like he just learned details about my life, which he did not want to learn. The feeling was mutual, as this was one episode, which I did not want to tell him about either. "So, details of each others' sexual lifes aside, could we please return to diplomacy or politics or smiling and waving?"
Dad nodded. "Yes, we are getting a bit off-topic here."

[Astares Amauricanum]

"Duly noted." reply Pavel and Alicia to Aurelia at once. "Thank you very much Aurelia Amira" adds the female Morozov with a grateful smile.
However, when she turns her head back to her two friends, she is met with Adrean and Anna looking at her with an eyebrow raised, and a slight smirk tugging at the corner of their lips.
"Fucking in the toilets is demeaning, huh?" asks the Keisaerina in Astarian to her bodyguard, perfectly knowing that said action was in fact one of the fantasies Alicia had.
"Indeed, the Princess is perfectly right on the matter." replies the latter with a very serious tone and face, not even blushing a bit.
"If you say so." finishes Anna with a nod, before turning back towards their guests.

"You're right on the fact that we should matter first about Aurelia thinks, Prince Damir." says Adrean to Aurelia's father. "But when the problem happened yesterday, even though you are owning the taxi as you put it, you were still the head of the delegation before the position was given to your daughter. So in that regard, your opinion is what matters the most, on par with your daughter's. At least, that how we see it."

"Anyway, back to diplomacy." continues the Keisaer, before taking a deep breath and looking to the Kyrenaians with the utmost seriousness. " Before anything else, and even though we are not there yet, I want to clarify something regarding the eventual return visit to Kyrenaia. I know that by Kyrenaian standards, there is usually onely one ruler that is considered, and while I respect and understand that, I attach the utmost importance to the fact that my wife shall be adressed as my equal. I know this may jostle how you do things a bit, but I would be very grateful if it could be the case. Can you give me that?" he asks with a semi-cold stare in his eyes, the Keisaer facade back on.

[Kyrenaia]

"Duly noted." reply Pavel and Alicia to Aurelia at once. "Thank you very much Aurelia Amira" adds the female Morozov with a grateful smile.
However, when she turns her head back to her two friends, she is met with Adrean and Anna looking at her with an eyebrow raised, and a slight smirk tugging at the corner of their lips.
"Fucking in the toilets is demeaning, huh?" asks the Keisaerina in Astarian to her bodyguard, perfectly knowing that said action was in fact one of the fantasies Alicia had.
"Indeed, the Princess is perfectly right on the matter." replies the latter with a very serious tone and face, not even blushing a bit.
"If you say so." finishes Anna with a nod, before turning back towards their guests.

"You're right on the fact that we should matter first about Aurelia thinks, Prince Damir." says Adrean to Aurelia's father. "But when the problem happened yesterday, even though you are owning the taxi as you put it, you were still the head of the delegation before the position was given to your daughter. So in that regard, your opinion is what matters the most, on par with your daughter's. At least, that how we see it."

"Anyway, back to diplomacy." continues the Keisaer, before taking a deep breath and looking to the Kyrenaians with the utmost seriousness. " Before anything else, and even though we are not there yet, I want to clarify something regarding the eventual return visit to Kyrenaia. I know that by Kyrenaian standards, there is usually onely one ruler that is considered, and while I respect and understand that, I attach the utmost importance to the fact that my wife shall be adressed as my equal. I know this may jostle how you do things a bit, but I would be very grateful if it could be the case. Can you give me that?" he asks with a semi-cold stare in his eyes, the Keisaer facade back on.

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
I did not catch the meaning of what Pavel and Alicia spoke with Anna, but I had to grin as Adrean tried to get the last word in, especially since he utterly failed.
"If you say so.", Dad replied with a small grin, which was his way to say That might be correct in the Empire, but we in Kyrenaia do it a bit differently. I do it a bit differently.
And then, Adrean turned to me.
He was right, we haven't even finished the first day and he was already thinking of the return visit. We wouldn't even know, if it would be possible this year, thanks to that virus-thingy. But... alright, let's note it down and keep it in mind.
And he wanted for us, protocol-wise, to also include his wife, for apparently he fancied her as his equal and yadda, yadda, yadda. One nation, one ruler, as the old Kyrenaian Adage went, two Captains sink the ship.
He wanted her addressed as his equal.
Well...
"I can not promise you anything.", I told him, utterly unimpressed with his stare, "But I will relay to the Protocol Office, that this is your wish. Let's see, what they can come up with."

[Astares Amauricanum]

"Very well, thanks." replies Adrean with a slight nod, before looking sideways for a split second towards Anna, and meeting her gaze. For the Imperial Couple, knowing and loving each other for all these years had allowed them to convey a lot by just exchanging a slight glance.

"Don't worry about it Honey, your goal is to extablish good relations with the Kyrenaians. No need to jeopardize it from the start over my status. We'll handle that when we get to Utica."
"Thanks Anna, you're right."

"So, with this topic said and done, let's move on to something important for the general safety of your group, codenames." continues Anna as she continues with a serious tone.
"These codenames will be used by us and the general protection apparatus wherever we go for the state visit. For starters, you Aurelia-Amira will be Archer. I don't think there needs to be an explanation as to why we chose it.
Next, for you Damir-Amir, it will be Goldeneye. Again, no need to explain why.
For you Fara-Amira, it will be Wave, chosen as you are a renowned swimmer in your University Team. Someone in the decision process also though about Gerudo, due to the fact that some TV personality joked a few days ago on TV, in regards to this state visit, that some women in the Khanate of Las look a bit like those characters from The Legend of Zelda. Needless to say the guy who proposed it got his ears ringing now." adds the Keisaerina with a small chuckle.

"For you Commander Shabaaltay, it is Pacha. A traditional nickname in the Astarian Navy for commanders of Carrier Air Groups.
For you Miss Wasima, simple as can be: Metal"
As she says that, she turns her head to her right to look at her husband, who raises his left hand and makes the sign of the horn with a small smirk, a gesture also done by Pavel and Alicia. Satisfied, the Keisaerina replies with the same sign, before turning her head to the last Kyrenaian guest, Elian.

"And for you Elian-Amir, Scout, due to your grandfather being the founder of the movement in Kyrenaia. And as for you Ladies," continues Adrean's wife as she now looks to the Handmaidens, "your codenames will be your charge's codename with the number "Two" after. Archer Two, Scout Two, etc.
Does any one has any questions?"

[Kyrenaia]

"Very well, thanks." replies Adrean with a slight nod, before looking sideways for a split second towards Anna, and meeting her gaze. For the Imperial Couple, knowing and loving each other for all these years had allowed them to convey a lot by just exchanging a slight glance.

"Don't worry about it Honey, your goal is to extablish good relations with the Kyrenaians. No need to jeopardize it from the start over my status. We'll handle that when we get to Utica."
"Thanks Anna, you're right."

"So, with this topic said and done, let's move on to something important for the general safety of your group, codenames." continues Anna as she continues with a serious tone.
"These codenames will be used by us and the general protection apparatus wherever we go for the state visit. For starters, you Aurelia-Amira will be Archer. I don't think there needs to be an explanation as to why we chose it.
Next, for you Damir-Amir, it will be Goldeneye. Again, no need to explain why.
For you Fara-Amira, it will be Wave, chosen as you are a renowned swimmer in your University Team. Someone in the decision process also though about Gerudo, due to the fact that some TV personality joked a few days ago on TV, in regards to this state visit, that some women in the Khanate of Las look a bit like those characters from The Legend of Zelda. Needless to say the guy who proposed it got his ears ringing now." adds the Keisaerina with a small chuckle.

"For you Commander Shabaaltay, it is Pacha. A traditional nickname in the Astarian Navy for commanders of Carrier Air Groups.
For you Miss Wasima, simple as can be: Metal"
As she says that, she turns her head to her right to look at her husband, who raises his left hand and makes the sign of the horn with a small smirk, a gesture also done by Pavel and Alicia. Satisfied, the Keisaerina replies with the same sign, before turning her head to the last Kyrenaian guest, Elian.

"And for you Elian-Amir, Scout, due to your grandfather being the founder of the movement in Kyrenaia. And as for you Ladies," continues Adrean's wife as she now looks to the Handmaidens, "your codenames will be your charge's codename with the number "Two" after. Archer Two, Scout Two, etc.
Does any one has any questions?"

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Before I could reply, that we appreciated the concern, but why were they telling us that exactly? I mean, it was not as if we planned or indeed counted on getting into troubles, that would require us to use said callsigns or codenames or whatever...
Regardless, before I could voice that, Abbas Shabaaltay spoke up.
"Less of a question and more of a request...", he began, "...I would like to request my callsign to be changed from Pacha to Maliknaar. Fire Lord in English. It is my callsign in the RKN and, to be honest, I would prefer to not have to learn and get used to a new callsign during this short visit."
Fara raised her hand: "Kalak 6-1.", she said, "Well, in full, it was 6th Troop, 1st Company, I. Infantry Battalion, 6th (Megido) Armoured Division, which was abbreviated to Kalak 6-1." She shrugged. "I'd be okay with Kalak, too. And yes, that is where the name of my pet caracal comes from."
"Dawra Sarea 1-28.", Dad added, "Or Rapid Patrol 1-28 in English. Utica Metropolitan Police Motorcycle Squadron 1, Group 28. But we can stay with Goldeneye, if it would be too much."
All three looked at me, Elian and Razia.
"Don't look at me, I was with the Armoured Engineer Battalion of the 74th Armoured Brigade.", Razia protested, raised her hands, "My job did not involve coming near a radio set."
I looked to Elian.
"As far as we are concerned, the Tabardariyya has codes for us.", I said and then continued: "As far as I know, I am Shibalsad, which mean Lion Cub. Elian?"
"Kasarbunduq.", he said, "Or Nutcracker."
Sarina cleared her throat. We looked at her and she spoke: "My apologies for intruding, Aurelia-Amira, Elian-Amir, but you technically aren't supposed to know these codes." She bowed to Adrean. "And for the record, if for example Aurelia-Amira ever uses this code herself, then my comrades know, that I am most likely dead or grievously injured. Or that something of enormous magnitude is going on."
"If it is more comfortable for you, then I can go by Alnamalram.", he suggested with a shrug, then explained to the Astarians: "Sandpanther. The tank I was the loader of during my Service was Alnamalram 2-3. Third tank, 2nd Platoon, A-Company, I. Tank Battalion, 13th Mechanized Brigade."
"You were with the Defenders of the Citadel?", Abbas asked with surprise. Elian hummed in agreement. "Huh... not bad, pal. Not as good as the Air Group of the Mirfae, but I admit to being biased."
We shared a laugh.
I turned back to the Astarians: "So, as you heard, with duest of respect and gratitude, if you could adapt the codes for the code names and codespeak we are more used to, we would greatly appreciate it." I looked to Razia and my Father. "Except for those two."
Dad looked at the musician. "Metal and Goldeneye... you know, Gold is a metal..."
"I have a boyfriend, you are married and I like my men young, fresh and ripe.", she shot him down with a bemused glint.
We laughed at that, Dad included.

[Astares Amauricanum]

Adrean, Anna, Pavel and Alicia laugh a bit at the Kyrenaian's final joke, before becoming serious again.

"Duly noted Princess." replies the Keisaer with a nod. "Regarding your codename Prince Elian, we will go with Kasarbunduq. With Alnamalram, I fear that some people might misspoke over the radio, especially in emergency cases, and say Analmalram instead. Not very flattering you'll surely agree. Anyway Pavel, you got everything?" asks the Keisaer as he turns his head to his head of security.

"Got everything man. I'm sending it right now." replies the Colonel before starting to type something on his forearm computer, then turning away, a hand to his earpiece, as he starts talking in Astarian.

"To come back to what you said Miss Sarina, " continues Adrean as he focuses his attention on Aurelia's Handmaiden, "we understand what you mean. But the fact remains, you might not always be there for Aurelia. What if you suddenly have a stroke right now? Or you go to the toilet and Aurelia is attacked? She'll have to be able to take care of herself. Although by looking at her, it's clear no one has to worry about this part." he says with a small chuckle as he looks for a brief second to the Princess.

"Regarding the briefings you must have had before coming here about our country," continues Anna, "I'm sure you haven't missed the Ymir Dual Creation Laws. The first one says: "Haper det Optimas, Para det Pessimis", or Hope for the Best, Prepare for the Worst. For us Astarians in positions of power, one of the ways we abide by this rule is to do or take care ourselves for as many things as we can or know. We have aides and staff to help us, sure, bodyguards to ensure our safety, but if those all dissapear, we must be ready to take care of ourselves."

"You might not know it, but twice a year, every member of the Imperial Cabinet takes part in a general Security Practice Course." explains Adrean after letting a beat pass. "A large variety of activities, such as close combat, firearm practice both in a shooting range and in tactical situation, hiking, fast roping, etc. The goal is to ensure that if they are suddenly on their own in a dire situation, the different Secretaries and Directors will be able in the worst case, to take as many bad guys with them in the afterworld, and in the best case, to get out alive and well. For example, I can assure you that Michael Foxter, our Secretary of State whom you saw earlier, is an absolute ace in dark environments with a gun. Or Javier Lopez, our Secretary of the Interior, is an undefeated boxing champion."

"Iin the end, this is how us Astarians work: everyone must be an actor of their own security, whether they have bodyguards or not, no matter their position or power." says Anna with a very serious tone, a bit sinister on the edges. "And for the duration of the visit, we would appreciate if you could do it too, even just a little. The recertification this afternoon is one thing, the whole state visit is another."

Anna, then lets a beat pass, before downing the rest of her cup.

"Now, before we proceed with the day's activities, we would just like to check what you brought with you for your defense. I'm ready to bet 5 Covins you have something in your handbag, Aurelia-Amira." finishes the Keisaerina with a small smirk.

[Kyrenaia]

Adrean, Anna, Pavel and Alicia laugh a bit at the Kyrenaian's final joke, before becoming serious again.

"Duly noted Princess." replies the Keisaer with a nod. "Regarding your codename Prince Elian, we will go with Kasarbunduq. With Alnamalram, I fear that some people might misspoke over the radio, especially in emergency cases, and say Analmalram instead. Not very flattering you'll surely agree. Anyway Pavel, you got everything?" asks the Keisaer as he turns his head to his head of security.

"Got everything man. I'm sending it right now." replies the Colonel before starting to type something on his forearm computer, then turning away, a hand to his earpiece, as he starts talking in Astarian.

"To come back to what you said Miss Sarina, " continues Adrean as he focuses his attention on Aurelia's Handmaiden, "we understand what you mean. But the fact remains, you might not always be there for Aurelia. What if you suddenly have a stroke right now? Or you go to the toilet and Aurelia is attacked? She'll have to be able to take care of herself. Although by looking at her, it's clear no one has to worry about this part." he says with a small chuckle as he looks for a brief second to the Princess.

"Regarding the briefings you must have had before coming here about our country," continues Anna, "I'm sure you haven't missed the Ymir Dual Creation Laws. The first one says: "Haper det Optimas, Para det Pessimis", or Hope for the Best, Prepare for the Worst. For us Astarians in positions of power, one of the ways we abide by this rule is to do or take care ourselves for as many things as we can or know. We have aides and staff to help us, sure, bodyguards to ensure our safety, but if those all dissapear, we must be ready to take care of ourselves."

"You might not know it, but twice a year, every member of the Imperial Cabinet takes part in a general Security Practice Course." explains Adrean after letting a beat pass. "A large variety of activities, such as close combat, firearm practice both in a shooting range and in tactical situation, hiking, fast roping, etc. The goal is to ensure that if they are suddenly on their own in a dire situation, the different Secretaries and Directors will be able in the worst case, to take as many bad guys with them in the afterworld, and in the best case, to get out alive and well. For example, I can assure you that Michael Foxter, our Secretary of State whom you saw earlier, is an absolute ace in dark environments with a gun. Or Javier Lopez, our Secretary of the Interior, is an undefeated boxing champion."

"Iin the end, this is how us Astarians work: everyone must be an actor of their own security, whether they have bodyguards or not, no matter their position or power." says Anna with a very serious tone, a bit sinister on the edges. "And for the duration of the visit, we would appreciate if you could do it too, even just a little. The recertification this afternoon is one thing, the whole state visit is another."

Anna, then lets a beat pass, before downing the rest of her cup.

"Now, before we proceed with the day's activities, we would just like to check what you brought with you for your defense. I'm ready to bet 5 Covins you have something in your handbag, Aurelia-Amira." finishes the Keisaerina with a small smirk.

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
One of the great problems of the Kyrenaian Security Apparatus when compared to the Astarians was, that we were under no illusions: If someone wanted to kill, say, me, he could. The Tabardariyya, the corresponding authorities and myself could make it as hard as possible, but if the assassin knew, what he was doing, he or she might succeed.
Our job was to make it as difficult as possible without loosing the closeness we had to the population, which was one of the reasons why Kyrenaian Royalty attended public schools (well, as far as one could call the Academies public).
I was able to take of myself, but before I was forced to take care of myself in that sense of the term, there were layers upon layers of defense, the last of which was Sarina. Uncle Ilia compared it to the layered defense of an aircraft carrier, ECM, ECCM, ESM, escort vessels, CAP, all the wonderful acronyms.
And when Sarina had to go to the pot, then she made sure, that I was safe for the time being (including by telling another Handmaiden to keep an eye on me) or she held it in until I took a trip to the shitter.
We did not give in to the paranoia of the Astarians, however. Police officers, soldiers and the Tabardariyya had their jobs and we had ours. Ours did not include playing commando soldier.
I had to smile at the comment, however.
"Then get yourself someone to give you that money.", I replied, "I have a dagger and a ACS-3 Handgun in my handbag, a second dagger on my left thigh, a taser in my pocket and an anti-tank shaped charge in an undisclosed location."
"No, you don't.", Dad said, rolling his eyes. "The AT-Dildo is in the arsenal."
"Oh, come on!", I complained, "Don't ruin my fun!" I grinned, though, looking at the rest, Fara grinning. "Anyone else anything to declare? The usual assortment of daggers excluded?"
There was silence, until Abbas raised his hand: "Service gun, KGS-18 Handgun, in a shoulder holster."
"Taser.", Fara and Razia chimed.
"Ladies?", I said to the Handmaidens.
"You don't ask a lady what is under her veil.", Tara said, turned to the Astarians: "However, it is not a shaped charge in phallic form. Or a minigun."
"And everyone with an assortment of daggers.", I added, "At least two. Sarina...?"
"Only six.", my Handmaiden said making a gesture, which said something along the lines of Yeah, no biggie, had more.
Considering, that she was still dressed in her revealing uniform and one did not see one, one had to give her credit.

[Astares Amauricanum]

Aanna simply nods at Aurelia's answer, before her gaze is attracter by something moving to her right. A she turns her head, she simply sees it's her husband handing her a 5Covin bank note. She nods as thanks, before pocketing the note.

"Thanks for the answer." replies Adrean as he stretches a bit, a few pops being heard when he rotates his neck left and right, "but by Keiserlig Custos regulations, every weapons brought inside the Silver Palace by strangers, including guests of state, must be visually accounted for, and the guns serial numbers noted down in cases of losses or theft. So weapons out everyone, please." asks the Keisaer as he extends his right hand forward, palm upward, his wife doing the same.

[Kyrenaia]

Aanna simply nods at Aurelia's answer, before her gaze is attracter by something moving to her right. A she turns her head, she simply sees it's her husband handing her a 5Covin bank note. She nods as thanks, before pocketing the note.

"Thanks for the answer." replies Adrean as he stretches a bit, a few pops being heard when he rotates his neck left and right, "but by Keiserlig Custos regulations, every weapons brought inside the Silver Palace by strangers, including guests of state, must be visually accounted for, and the guns serial numbers noted down in cases of losses or theft. So weapons out everyone, please." asks the Keisaer as he extends his right hand forward, palm upward, his wife doing the same.

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
I nodded. Their request to see and to have the weapons accounted for, was reasonable.
There was only one problem...
I put my hands into his and his wife's and, with a slight smirk, told him: "Your hands are too small."
If he saw that as an insult, he would see it soon as a very justified insult. If not, it was a factual statement, which would soon find its basis.
I turned, nodded to the delegation.
And they all, including the Handmaidens, began to disarm.
I pulled a gun and a dagger out of my handbag, the small ACS-3 being unloaded with swift and light fingers. The magazine was placed on the carpet, the dagger next to it, the rest following my example, especially when I placed a very special dagger on the carpet.
It was a small piece, almost a little sabre with its slightly curved blade, its handle fitting my hand easily - and the counterweight making it fitting me ideally. There were silver ornaments along the handle. It was my first dagger, a gift of my Mother.
The taser came to rest next to it.
The rest of the delegation placed their weapons onto the carpet as well, Abbas' handgun (a massive hand-sized artillery piece, he let the magazine slide out as well) and the tasers of Rasha and Fara included.
The Handmaidens placed ACS-3s on the ground as well, quickly followed by the daggers. And throwing knifes. And brass knuckles (though they suspiciously looked as if they were made of a non-metallic polymer).
I looked at Sarina, who produced one poniard after the other.
"You said six."
"Six daggers.", she corrected, held up one of the blades. "This is a throwing knife."
I nodded. "Fair enough."
The blades of the Handmaidens were non-descriptive polymer blades, non-magnetic, but just as deadly as any other blade of metal. The delegation itself had metal daggers and blades, the majority being Type 5 Sabres - or Sabre Daggers.
The guns were... similar. The Handmaidens had matte black weapons, we had more metallic sheen to it. The magazines were the same, though.
In the end, Adrean would have to admit, that his hands were too small for the dozens of throwing knifes, daggers, the few guns and tasers and...
"...why are you sitting with your weapons?", I asked the Handmaidens.
Tara motioned to Adrean. "He said, that all weapons need to be visually accounted for. As we can't exactly detach our feet, hands, thighs and any other part we can use to inflict harm, including deadly harm, to a human being, we have to somehow make sure, that we are visually accounted for."
This was insane.
And inane.
And a bit trolling, to be honest.
But she had a point.
I looked to Abbas.
"Unarmed Combat I and II, but not the Master Class.", he replied and took a step back. "Though I do wonder, where the hand grenade comes from..."
We all looked to the very metallic pile of Razia. There was, indeed, a hand grenade, which she picked up and clicked the safety clip. A small flame came out. Razia shrugged, then I had a realization...
...Adrean's and Anna's hands were definately too small.

[Astares Amauricanum]

When Aurelia takes Adrean and Anna's hands, the Imperial Couple do not take her words as an insult.
"We'll see. Bring it on." simply replies the Keisaerina with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk of her own.

And so, for the time that the Kyrenaians disarm and align their weapons on the carpet, Adrean, Anna, Pavel and Alicia watch with interest the arsenal laid out before them. While the Kyrenaians seem to prefer in some cases non-metallic blades, the Astarian usually prefer handcrafted daggers and such, forged in ancient ways.
However, when Razia takes out her small grenade and puts it on the carpet, the four Astarians raise their eyebrows, their right hands immediatly grabbing their handguns in their thigh holsters for a second or two, before relaxing once they see the thing does not pose a threat, especially when it is revealed to be a lighter.

"Indeed, our hands are too small." says Adrean after a few seconds, but with a large smile. "But this really pleases me. That's what I call a proper security equipment!" he exclaims with a very excited tone. "Enough gear to turn a platoon's worth of enemies into mincemeat, Voilà! Now we're talking!" he adds as he extends his arms towards the assembled weapons.

After a few seconds pass in silence, during which Pavel and Alicia start to take photos with their forearm computers and check the pistols serial numbers, Adrean, with a neutral expression, takes a few steps towards Sarina, before squatting right in front of her.
Without a word, he raises his right index finger... and starts poking repeatedly the Handmaiden in her left shoulder.
"What are you doing?" asks his wife with a raised eyebrow, a small smile showing her amusement.
"Poking a weapon to see if it is safe or not." he replies with a serious voice, his gaze not leaving Sarina. The Kyrenaians could see that the Astarians too, when faced with trolling, could answer with even more trolling...