On the Dornalian end, it was basically the same exercise. The Dorns had designated a place for the Realm's ambassador to come into the Republic. And this meeting area was the ever popular Kennedy Station, located in Luxembourgia County, above the world itself, so creatively named....Luxembourgia. Luxembourgia County was the closest place to the Realm and it was from there that the Daisy Duke had made its journey. So as far as the wags at State were concerned, it was quite well suited to be the dropoff point for the Ambassador.
The Viscountess's shuttle would be then be escorted to Earth SSR. The escort arrangements for the trip had been of course, subject to management by the Valkyrie Division, the State Department's own protective agency for diplomats and government officials both Dornalian and foreign. The Valkyries would prove surprisingly prudent in planning for the Viscountess's protection. After all, this was a foreign dignitary from a land that rarely did business outside their own area, by choice. One wanted to leave a good impression after all.
So, the Valkyries insisted on bringing in two Mercury-Cain Battlestars--the CRS Oriskany and CRS Principe de Asturias--as flank escorts, fully armed and staffed with plenty of men and materiel to anticipate any threats. Flanking the Viscountess's vessel and the Battlestars would be ships from the Immigration and Common Border Authority. The name was deceptive--ICBA had since become a defacto gendarmerie of sorts and had the firepower to match. In this case, the six ships were six of the newest ships in the ICBA's arsenal--the Lawman-class Rapid Response Cutters, capable of enough firepower, so the sales brochure said, to "strip the life from a planet in ten minutes" if the ICBA so decided. Certainly, they formed an intimidating presence, with their matte black paintjobs and flashing red and blue lights. Further escorting the whole arrangement would be local law enforcement, whose ships mainly served to divert space traffic away from the convoy escorting the Viscountess to Earth SSR, where the Realm's embassy awaited.
The trip would be quicker for the Viscountess than it would have been for Ambassador Hendricks--at most, about a day or two. Namely, this was because of the fact that the Dorns would be using the extensive gate networks along the Hyperspace Expressway and traveling non-stop to avoid any potential problems, as part of the whole crazy plan. The Expressway would strike the Viscountess as being rather busy. Ships of all nations and all sizes seemed to go along it, with all sorts of flags and symbols. Some were large, some were small. Either way, they all moved in an orderly, if busy fashion, especially guided by the law enforcement officials keeping them from doing anything to the Viscountess.
When the ships reached Earth SSR, the Viscountess would find herself in orbit. Earth SSR's orbit would be, for lack of a better word, busy. The traffic parted as much as it could, especially now that the escort was joined by ships of the Earth Defense Force. That elite formation's ships would be set apart from the others by the red stripes they sported, versus the other Dornie ships. They escorted the Viscountess's shuttle down below to the surface....
...to the skies over sunny Southern California. THe Lawman Cutters proved mobile enough to escort the Viscountess's ship, and State Department knew of course that not all foreign parties had set up embassies in the region. The Riemaians for example used the GM Renaissance Center in Michigan, and the Congressionals insisted on using Moscow itself as their "embassy". But most did go here, and so, the challenge was to find a suitably remote and secure location. After all, the Realm prized its splendid isolation, and the Dornalians didn't want to indulge in too much culture shock for the Viscountess.
The location would be near the town of San Clemente, nestled in the hills above the town in the middle of a picturesque chaparral setting, with a view that not only embraced San Clemente itself but also the glorious Pacific Ocean in front of it. The Viscountess would be able to see that the area to become the Realm's embassy was connected by a lonely two-lane road leading from the town itself, with a compound that included solid gates as well as walls and hedges for privacy and security. The building itself clearly used to be a rather large mansion, owned by someone with money to burn and privacy to spare. The real estate records, if the Viscountess cared to see them, would show that the State Department purchased the building when the man decided to put his home up for sale, as he had evidently wanted to move offworld due to boredom.
The State Department's good fortune now resulted in a building which was currently being converted by work crews to meet the Realm's specifications. Thankfully though, at least a portion of the house was ready for the Viscountess to settle in.
As the Viscountess's shuttle landed and the escort ships hovered overhead to ensure her safe landing before they departed, she would be greeted by a man in a suit with coke bottle glasses, as the feeling of a pleasant breeze and perfectly warm and lovely weather came to be. The man would look somewhat milquetoast and plain--kinda like one of those harem anime protagonists--in comparison with the woman next to him, a young woman with cat ears and a tail, who sported what Dwayne Johnson might call a "peanut butter complexion." The man and woman stepped forward, bowed briefly, and extended their hands in handshakes.
The man spoke first. and introduced himself as, "Norton Simons, Secretary of State." He then gestured to the lady and continued, "This is my wife and assistant, Amanda Simons." Amanda shook hands also, and said, smiling, "Pleased to meet you!"
Norton then continued, with a very well practiced--to the point where it actually sounded natural--"Welcome to Earth, on behalf of the people of the Colonial Republic. Pardon the mess--but the work crews should be finished by this evening. I'll give you time to get acquainted with your new Embassy, prepare, rest up--we're due to meet again in a few days for the formal presentation of your credentials. That'll take place in Los Angeles at the Presidential House. You'll be flown in from here to there, to save a trip, and I believe there's to be a state dinner to honor your coming afterwards. If you have any questions, let Amanda know, and she'd be happy to get you the help you need." Amanda nodded, and then added, "Any questions?"