A Meeting under Moon and Stars (Closed)
Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2020 1:22 pm
Saturday February 1st, 2020.
Columbia District; Blachkor Dynasty Memorial, Crypt.
To who it may concern,
In accordance with the principles of Terra Nullius, the Federalis Imperium of Astares Amauricanum has taken control of the uninhabited12-island archipelago named Islas Malditas 600 kilometers south of the United Island States of AHSCA as of the 12th of October, 2019. Therefore, the Empire is interested in knowing its new neighbors and clearing out the fronts.
To that end, the Emperor and Empress invite by the present letter a diplomatic delegation of the Sultanate on a state visit to the Empire, for talks and for reassuring our peaceful intent in this area.
Please note that in order to ensure your safety, a submarine of the Imperial Navy will escort the vessel carrying the delegation and will meet her in international waters.
Signed,
Keisaer Adrean Blachkor "The Third"
Keisaerina Anna Blachkor.
"Well Dad, today's the big day, says a young man as he reads the letter once again in loud voice, before patting the sleek surface of the marble Sarcophagus he is sitting on.
In the crypt only lit by torches along the walls (actually gas beaks looking like torches), and by low red-light lams on the floor, Adrean Blachkor enjoys a few moments of quietness among his ancestors Wearing his dark green Service Uniform of the Imperial Guard, along with the trademark leather jacket on top, with the grey double-headed eagle on the back, the young Emperor puts down the letter next to him on his father's sarcophagus, before taking out a cigarette from a small metallic case, before lighting it. Soon, the aroma of herbs (not tobacco), fills the air around the blue-eyed young man, as he passes a hand through his long black hair ending just below his shoulders.
"To think you jerked off to those Handmaidens back in your day, can't say I envy you pops, says the Emperor as he takes a drag. Those Kyrenaians sure know how to be served, eh? he asks with a laugh, before feeling his dad's presence next to him, as if he was laughing with him too.
-Yeah, don't worry, you'll get to see them, continues the Emperor as he takes a look at a book sitting next to the letter he just read, a book about Kyrenaian Handmaidens and their traditions. On the cover, two young women, olive skin and dark hair falling off their backs, wave at the photographer. They wear what is called the Altanafus min la Shay, or the Breath of Nothing, the traditional outfit of the Handmaidens, emphasizing their argumentations amplifiers quite nicely.
"They don't have anything to envy to Anna eh? asks the Emperor to his dad, Yeah I know, no touching, I read the book too you know. In any case, I hope they'll behave nicely, I heard this Kyrenaian Pride of theirs can really be a pain in the ass. But hey, our own Astarian Pride can be strong too?" continues the young man, before an alarm beeps on his watch.
"Oop! Gotta go Pops, we still have to prepare the flight after all! See you in two days!"
And with that said, Adrean Blachkor crumbles his cigarette bud in his portable ashtray, checks his Masada 35 pistol strapped to his thigh, and finally puts his black beret back on his head, before grabbing the book and the letter, and kissing the cheek of the recumbent effigy of his father, Kelariel Blachkor, and leaving the crypt.
A few hours later...
Adams Guard Air Base
"Well, seems like this will be a good day to put on a show! says Pavel to his friends with a smile.
The group of six, composed of Adrean (his hair now tied back in a bun), his wife Anna, Grand Duke Pavel Morozov and his wife Alicia, and Baron Yuri Petrenko and his wife Patricia, all have somiles on their faces as they disembark from the Humvee and make their way to their FA/18 Hornets parked before them All clad in their grey flight suits, g-suits, flotations harnesses and with their helmets under their arms, the two monarchs and their friends from their personal guard are ready to show the incoming Kyrenaian guests a proper Astarian welcome.
-Indeed, replies Anna as she checks her hair is well attached. I wonder if the better the performance, the more we will have food tonight at dinner.
-Girl you and your bottomless stomach! says Alicia with a laugh. If I had to count all the expenses during state visits you and your husband ate more than the rest, I'm sure the bill would ruin us all. I wonder how you haven't got a fat ass yet!
-Girl shut the fuck up! This fat ass will shoot yours one day! replies the Empress as she punches her friend in the arm, before the two women share a laugh.
-All right honeys, let's keep the laughs for later or we're gonna be late! exclaims Adrean as he claps his hands. Rah?
-RAH! exclaim the rest of the group in answer as they all bump fists.
And with that said, the six Imperials walk towards their planes taking a few seconds to admire the paintings on the front representing the aerial victories they scored back in 2014 during a war for defending one of their allies in the Middle East. For today, their planes were not armed, save for four AIM-9 Sidewinder and four AIM-7 Sparrow. Bit the main part the six of them take their time to check, are the six color fumes tanks that they're gonna use for their aerial demonstration.
Once they have checked their planes, each of them walk back to the front, where their assigned mechanics help them settle in their cockpits.
And finally, in the winter, sunny sky of February, the six jets take off, before taking a SouthEast bearing...