Husseinabad 2016 [ CLOSED - PFQ ONLY - MT ]

[The Greater Hudian Republic]

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President's Residence.
President Zaheer Abbas.

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Sunlight spilled into the room; leaving a smile across my face.

I put down my paper and looked out to Husseinabad.

Husseinabad, a city so great that many have forgotten of their home far, far away and resided here. Many have embraced the Greater Hudian Republic for its social reforms and for its rapid-fast ascension into the global spotlight; there it has joined many a famous icons, from the Komarinist Superpower, who engulf most of Africa to the hordes of Qandari Sheikhs and Emirs, steadfast to their goal to spread Islam. And then there was the Greater Hudian Republic. So mighty yet so humble. It had merged the economic genius of the Western world and yet embraced the olden religious ways. That was what made me proud.

I received a knock on the door. I let out a deep sigh. Another official?! It's been an hour since the last came. "Come in." I said, realizing it might just be the Minister of Foreign Affairs. The next days were critical; after many days of dormant recuperating, Husseinabad was hosting a number of foreign officials in rumors of an alliance. But what came next gave me another smile. Came charging was my young daughter, 1 year old. She now knew her way around the mansion and as such would sometimes visit me in my office. "Aaliyah, baba, come here, come to abba!" I exclaimed, as she slowly walked to me. "Aba. Aba. Aba." She gurgled along, as she rushed to me as I picked her up, embracing her.

And then came buzzkill.

While my cousin, Rida, or professionally, my foreign minister, had the courtesy to wait for me to embrace my child, she didn't have the courtesy to wait to get the child. She laughed and took Aaliyah from me, embracing her before putting her down. "Onom." She spoke, calling me by nickname. "You've got to check everything. We're letting in the leaders by night till tomorrow." She notified. "Alright. I'll change. Prepare the limousine. I'll be down shortly."

Once ready, I walked down to the garage. Two of my most trusted Abbas Force guards: Hussein and Khan saluted me before proceeding to get into a heavily armored Leopard Armored Vehicle, driving out and waiting for the limousine to leave. I looked behind as I saw the mansion fading away as we got away from the dense forest and into the super-city that is Husseinabad. We zoomed into the newly built Ambassadorial Hotel, exclusively for foreign officials and guarded and cleaned 24/7.

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OOC

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That's a wrap guys.

So the OOC is basic:
- Don't bring in your whole military. Only five soldiers will be allowed per nation.
- No combat. This is pure diplomacy.
- This is MT. No spaceships.
- Not really human only.
- Since there are "some" people who don't read the rules... DO NOT GODMOD, METAGAME, OR DO ANY OTHER OFFENCES. CONSISTENT OFFENCES WILL RESULT IN A BAN.
- You post first by landing.

Tenk u

[Bendicion]

The day was now

For so long the Kaliptzy has been dormant from international affairs for so long. Its past was glorious but its present form was intolerable. I looked at my alarm clock.

"6:23 AM"

I got to my feet and put on my favourite slippers, went to the bathroom and showered. After showering I glanced at the mirror, wondering about this country called Hudia. It was already a long time that the Reich has gone dormant that new international nations have already sprung up. I remembered my childhood, times when the papers brought news about the Islamic movements in countries like Qandaristan and Arvenia. But those days have passed.

I readied my suit and got into my pants. Brought out some milk from my fridge and toasted some bread. Got 2 eggs to cook and then browsed into my laptop for the recent news.

"The Kaliptzy has entered yet another civil war"

Once again my beloved country has entered another costly war. As I thought of how this foreign meeting will help Bendicion stop its aggressive ways there was a knock on the door. "Sir, you'll be leaving in 1 hour, the President has notified you that you will take his place in the delegation.", it was my secretary Sasha Howztry. I grew to have liked here, and maybe she me too. I told her an ok and she went.

I ate my breakfast and wore my suit. I went out of the door, Sasha was waiting, smiling like always.

"Good Morning Sir Reinaldi, the car is stil 30 minutes out. Would you like something sir?"

" Good Morning too Sasha, how many times have I told you?You can call John or Roff. We are just about the same age."

*Giggles*," Well ok John. The car is still out, maybe in traffic. We also got word from the airlines that you will be given top priority once we enter the airport.

"Sounds good then.

"Umm, how about tea?"

"Good with me."


We drank some tea and exchanged jokes and laughs. I needed it most. As I was soon going to represent the Kaliptzy Reich of Bendicion to some of the region's greatest leaders.

[Qasheer]

"Madam, you were invited to a meeting at Husseinabad madam... Will you go..." my secretary said while giving me a letter. "Hmm..." I hummed looking at the letter. "Maybe... Would you book a ticket tonight... I need it by, dawn..." I ordered then my secretary smiled at me. "Alright madam... And madam... Please go take a nap before leaving..." he said while exiting the room. I just smiled and went to bed. I'm still young, at least still 29 but the leader... Hmm...

[Komarin]

The Komarinist Government Airbus A340 landing in Husseinbad.

"This is the best outfit Ceneka could find? It's hideous! I don't dare wish to be seen in public wearing this!" complained President Sergovski. He threw down the bright red shako. "For godsakes. I'm a President, not some artilleryman!" he continued. "I apologize for the inconvenience sir." says the head of the Presidential Wardrobe. "Hmm... Perhaps you could wear your gray suit? It may not be the proper occasion to wear it, but there's nothing else." he offered. "Fine fine, just get this thing away from me!"

"This trip is already a disaster and the dinner hasn't even STARTED! Ugh. Can't one meeting go well for once this year?" he asked himself. After a change in uniform, Connor and his armed guards disembarked the aircraft. A gentle breeze blew over the tarmak and Sergovski's gray cape slowly flapped along to the beat of the air.

"I want all of you to stay on your toes. National enemies are well aware that I'm outside Africa and you all need to be ready to suppress any toubles."

[State of Takistan]

Old Rivarlys And a Horriable flight



President Abdul Azim arrived at husseinbad however the flight was the worse he had coffe spilled all over him and also he sat on a old snickers bar he was not happy he got his new cloths on and went outside the air port Azims guards jumped out the aircraft as they spotted komarinian guards then things got tense The guards prepared to draw abdul azim let out a growl shaking his head he looked at the komarinian and president connor with a look of i still dont trust you they walked along hoping to to the dinner

[The Greater Hudian Republic]

Husseinabad, Huda.
Zaheer Abbas.

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[blocktext]"Sir, they're here." One of my soldiers notified me.

I quietly nodded, quickly gesturing my troops to get out to the helipad. "Rida, good job, I'm sure we can make this work. For now, get into the convoy. Get to Abbas Tower, god knows if Husseinabad traffic will permit." I told her. Humbly, she nodded, taking another few troops with her who were mounted into their military vehicles. She got into one of the vehicles, embellished with the Hudian flag. The other vehicles had different flags for different dignitaries.

The dropship sounded. I ran up to the helipad to see a behemoth; able to carry 20 people. The loud sound of the engines made speaking inaudible; but once I got in, the noise cancelling walls and privacy window enabled ease of use. Numerous soldiers mounted machine guns and Husseinabad was dotted with soldiers. Security was tight.

The dropship quickly zoomed through Hussseinabad, crossing a quiet highway into Nurul Huda International Airport. As it descended, numerous leaders could be seen. The Komarinians, the Takistanis, Qasheeri, and Kaliptzkys. I grinned. As the plane got down to their surprise, five soldiers ran out. "Area secure." I got out.

"Salam!" I said, awaiting reply.

[Komarin]

"Good Morning Abbas" I said with glee. I remove my gray glove to shake his hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the Takistani President. He looks on edge, as if I am going to harm him. I try to ignore his presence and continue greeting Zaheer. "What a wonderful aircraft you have brought. And might I add, this is a beautiful day! Definitely not like Kharkov, the city is so congested and the walls are a depressing mess." I have a small chuckle, then one of my guards, Adam Reynolds, whispers a message he received from the House of Delegates. Apparently, the House has approved greater industrial spending. A plan that I was protesting against, but now that I'm not there, the rats have pushed it though.

"Uh... W-What are the plans for today?"

[Qasheer]

At Rompin II International Airport

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"Madam, may I check your passport and your ticket madam," said a woman. Then Nur Jess gave her passport and her ticket. "Madam, please follow me." she said then brought Nur Jess to her plane. Nur Jess doesn't like going by private jet as well going in a first class. She always love to sit beside her people. She doesn't brought her guard along but only her secretary.

"Are you sure you doesn't like to sit in the first class section madam?" asked her secretary concerned. Nur Jess's secretary always look after her no matter what the situation. "The economy class can be quite, noisy, dirty and annoying..." he told her trying to change her mind. Nur Jess just gave her a smile.

"That's how a real president works Mark..." Nur Jess replied still walking. "Doesn't matter what your rank is but a president must with her people!" she said. "Doesn't that true Amirah?" she told the woman. The woman quite surprise when the president new her name.

"B-but!"

"I'm the president remember... I have a quite, fun time remembering others name." she said while smiling. "If a male president is the father of a country, doesn't that mean the mother of a country is me?" she said while getting her phone. "I'm not just a mother, but a grandmother..."

Then they were entering the plane.

"Welcome to Qasheeries Airway. May you have a great trip!"

[Qasheer]

At Rompin II International Airport

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"Madam, may I check your passport and your ticket madam," said a woman. Then Nur Jess gave her passport and her ticket. "Madam, please follow me." she said then brought Nur Jess to her plane. Nur Jess doesn't like going by private jet as well going in a first class. She always love to sit beside her people. She doesn't brought her guard along but only her secretary.

"Are you sure you doesn't like to sit in the first class section madam?" asked her secretary concerned. Nur Jess's secretary always look after her no matter what the situation. "The economy class can be quite, noisy, dirty and annoying..." he told her trying to change her mind. Nur Jess just gave her a smile.

"That's how a real president works Mark..." Nur Jess replied still walking. "Doesn't matter what your rank is but a president must with her people!" she said. "Doesn't that true Amirah?" she told the woman. The woman quite surprise when the president new her name.

"B-but!"

"I'm the president remember... I have a quite, fun time remembering others name." she said while smiling. "If a male president is the father of a country, doesn't that mean the mother of a country is me?" she said while getting her phone. "I'm not just a mother, but a grandmother..."

Then they were entering the plane.

"Welcome to Qasheeries Airway. May you have a great trip!"

Nur Jess came out from the plane that she used with her secretary. "Doesn't that refreshing..." she said. "Since I became the president, I don't have time to speak or see my people..." she continued fixing her handbag. Her secretary, Mark, just smiled at her.

"It is refreshing Madam..." he said while helping her out with her luggage. "Madam, that's I presume the president of Huda madam..." he said while pointing to the president.

"Oh... You could run along, buy something to eat, book hotels or whatnot and I'll be seeing this nation's president." she said to her secretary then came near to the President. "Salam, are you president of Huda?"

[The Greater Hudian Republic]

Nurul Huda International Airport, Outskirts of Husseinabad, Huda.
President Zaheer Abbas.

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[blocktext]I suppose it was good to see many.

Husseinabad 2016 was supposed to be an international dinner to showcase the nation's diplomatic sides. Many were telegrammed, urged to visit Husseinabad to further talks. Now in front of me were four dignitaries. The Qasheeries, a nation all the more close to us. The Komarinians, a superpower, dominating most of Africa. The Takistanis, friends in the Middle East who were important nonetheless. Finally, the Kaliptzy, a quiet superpower, for many years quietly isolated diplomatically.

Perhaps it would be these four that would start Hudian relations. Perhaps we would be enemies. Or friends. We would learn. As all of them stood before me, I gave a curt smile. At first the Komarinian spoke. "Ah, it is always great to see people taking pleasure at Husseinabad's environment. It has taken decades to perfect the modern, yet conservative, calm feel. I cannot just take credit. Everyone working in the government has taken this initiative to do so not just here in Husseinabad, but Huda. Our plans for today are to just drop you to the Ambassadorial Hotel so you may relax. Our troops will be protecting you."

I took a pause. "Tomorrow we will take you to a tour of Husseinabad; The day after we may sit for diplomatic discussion. A dinner will take place that day. Thenceforth you may leave to your choosing." I notified him. As the Qasheerie delegate came, she gave me a kind greeting. "Walaykum As-Salam, friend! Welcome to Husseinabad!" I replied. Soon, an alarm could be heard. I took out my Shadrax Drizzle, a state of the art phone. ALARM: SHOULD TAKE OFF NOW. The alarm notified me. "I suppose it is getting late. Please ensure you get in the dropship with your entourage." A soldier notified, as another dropship landed. All soldiers were to be flying on the other dropship to further comfort other leaders.

And so the behemoth took off.

[Severin Topia]

I do not care about your nice building
me and my igloo can go anywhere when I die

[Qasheer]

"It's quite, hot here..." Jess said while fanning herself. "At this time of year, it would be snowing at Qasheer but I can't tell that Huda is snowing. Is it snowing?" she said.

[United Socialist States of Nord Belka]

The sun is gleaming over the clouds. The only sound at this altitude is the sound of the wind. The sound of jet engines tears the constant and peacefulness that was the sky. Only nanoseconds after the roaring of engines is first heard a yellow aircraft with black detailing shoots through the sky towards Hudian airspace, escorted by two fighters, both with the Grabacr emblem on their tails. On the left wing of the leading craft is the Belkan Eagle, on the right is the text "Alder 1". Inside of this shuttle sits a very tired man. This man is the Belkan Prime Minister.

As I look on to the top ace fighter trailing like a faithful guard dog, I think to myself about how fascinating it is that I have under my command two of the most celebrated killers in Belkan space, and how they would most definitely give their lives to save mine. I keep pondering these deep thoughts until Josef Krüger, the squad leader of my 4 bodyguards, starts talking to me. "Prime Minister, is something the matter? You seem out of it." he asks holding his helmet on his lap. "I am fine. Just thinking about the implications and aspects of being the Prime Minister and representative of an entire species." I reply with a bit of wonder in my voice. "Sir, I have been your bodyguard and friend since you got elected 3 terms ago, and I still think it is strange that you still think about this stuff." Says Josef with a slight chuckle in his voice. As I am about to say something the pilot yells from the cockpit, "Alright Sir, we are in Hudian airspace, we will begin approach for landing within the next 15 minutes." I stand up from my seat and walk the few steps to the cockpit, "Good job Ross, keep up the speed though, I would hate to miss introductions." I say with a smile. "Will do sir." Replies my pilot, Astly Ross.

It is only a matter of minutes later that Ross is leading for landing at the grand air port, "This is Alder 1 of the Belkan Colonial Union, we are carrying a VIP, request permission to land." Says Ross with a calm tone. "Roger that Alder 1. You are clear for landing. And have a good visit to our nation." Replies the Air Traffic Control Tower.
I can hear my fighter escort pull away to begin circling as my shuttle begins to cut away at engine thrust. I start to think again. *I always find this part of the flight nerve racking. If I didn't have to talk to people right after the landing I would most certainly have tried to sleep through this. And I am most certainly late by now. I knew I should have canceled that brunch with Supreme Fleet Admiral Grimm. But he is such a fun guy to talk to ...* My thoughts wander until the sharp screech of the tires hitting the tarmac brings me at ease. Now I do a double check of my black suit. "You look fine, sir." Says Krüger before putting his helmet on. "Thanks Josef, that helps." I say as the shuttle comes to a halt on the landing strip. I look out the window to see several people in nice clothing getting onto a dropship, Soldiers appear to be getting onto another one. That must be them. I better, run.

The rear hatch of the Shuttle opens and immediately I feel the warm air. My Bodyguards rush out of the hatch and signal that it is clear for me to go. I stand up from my seat and begin to stride out of the Shuttle. I am wearing my finest black suit (not too flashy, but still obviously expensive), a nice pair of human "aviator sunglasses" that I have become quite fond of, and my 2 Intergalactic Naval Medals that I wear on my chest (a purple heart of sorts and an Order of the Schwarz Alder, Silver). I begin to wave in the direction of the Dropship in hope that someone will see me and delay their take off.

Now, my fighter pilots have landed their fighters and begin to taxi them to the hangars we rented. They will be going to the hotel to change and meet up with me after the initial meetings.

[The Greater Hudian Republic]

Nurul Huda International Airport, Husseinabad, Huda.
President Zaheer Abbas.

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I simply smiled at the Qasheer dignitary before replying. "It doesn't really snow in Husseinabad; or most places in the Eastern Districts. You can face some snow in the Kashmiri District. It will feel warm now, however; the aircraft is equipped with heaters. We Hudians have never really been one for snow or anything below 20 Celsius!" I joked. I looked out to the windows to see a man calmly waving at the dropship. I inspected him and came to the conclusion it was a Belkan. "Husseinabad Tower to Huda One, you are not clear for take off. Land immediately." A radio voice was heard. "Sir?" The pilot asked me. I nodded. The heater was stopped, to comfort world leaders and the dropship landed. A door was opened.

"Excuse me." I smiled.

I walked out to the door to welcome the Belkan leader.

[United Socialist States of Nord Belka]

Nurul Huda International Airport, Husseinabad, Huda.
President Zaheer Abbas.

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I simply smiled at the Qasheer dignitary before replying. "It doesn't really snow in Husseinabad; or most places in the Eastern Districts. You can face some snow in the Kashmiri District. It will feel warm now, however; the aircraft is equipped with heaters. We Hudians have never really been one for snow or anything below 20 Celsius!" I joked. I looked out to the windows to see a man calmly waving at the dropship. I inspected him and came to the conclusion it was a Belkan. "Husseinabad Tower to Huda One, you are not clear for take off. Land immediately." A radio voice was heard. "Sir?" The pilot asked me. I nodded. The heater was stopped, to comfort world leaders and the dropship landed. A door was opened.

"Excuse me." I smiled.

I walked out to the door to welcome the Belkan leader.

As I look and see the dropship having only gotten inches off the ground before landing again, I conclude that I was seen. And just in time as well. I see a lone man walk out of the dropship, and I begin to approach him, my men following quickly behind with guns at low ready. As I walk, my open, black trench coat flaps lightly in the hot winds of the tarmac. Getting closer I see it to be the Hudian Official I was scheduled to meet with. This surprises me, I would expect a secretary or other lower ranking official to be in charge of greeting foreign officials. Getting closer to the dropship my men begin to walk closer to me. "No need to be so close, we are among friends after all. I wouldn't be at this meeting if I thought it was a trap." I say to Josef and his men in a calm tone. "Jawohl! Men, take a step away from the Prime Minister." Says Josef in a commanding voice. Now within arms reach of President Zaheer Abbas, I out stretch my hand for a hand shake, and begin to introduce myself. "Hallo, I am Prime Minister Seryozha Viktorovich Nikanor of the Belkan Colonial Union." Taking a breath before continuing, "These are my men, Josef Krüger, Artyom Ruskikh, Villiam Karjalainen, and Finn Reinmann. They are my bodyguards and will be accompanying me through out this visit."

All of my men are about 6' 2" to 6' 3" (about the average height of Belkan Men, but are taller because of their armour) and my character is 6' 2.25" with blond hair, blue-grey eyes, and sharp facial features. He is also 52 years old but looks about 30 (the average life span for a Belkan man being 163 years.)

[The Greater Hudian Republic]

Nurul Huda International Airport, Husseinabad, Huda.
President Zaheer Abbas.

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I smiled.

"Salam, guards, and Mr...Ser...yovshky?" I said, unclear of his name. "Forgive my misinterpretation of your name, friend... I'm afraid the dropship must leave soon and I urge you to come along if you'd like to avoid traffic!" I joked, taking him along. "Your guards however, must go on a separate dropship. I'll get Husseinabad to send one." I remarked, as we got inside, waving the guard goodbye.

[United Socialist States of Nord Belka]

Nurul Huda International Airport, Husseinabad, Huda.
President Zaheer Abbas.

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I smiled.

"Salam, guards, and Mr...Ser...yovshky?" I said, unclear of his name. "Forgive my misinterpretation of your name, friend... I'm afraid the dropship must leave soon and I urge you to come along if you'd like to avoid traffic!" I joked, taking him along. "Your guards however, must go on a separate dropship. I'll get Husseinabad to send one." I remarked, as we got inside, waving the guard goodbye.

Stepping on the dropship, I turn my head and tell my guards what to do, "Josef, I want you to get on the shuttle with the men. And tell Ross to follow the drop ship. He will need to use the VTOL functions on the shuttle. And radio Grabacr and Ofnir that they are to meet up with me at the meeting, as I am sure they will have many interesting stories to tell our host." Josef salutes, and speaks through the audio equipment in his suit, "Jawohl, Premierminister!" He then turns around and relays the orders to his men.

Now taking my seat on the dropship, I take a quick look around to see who all is at this meeting. I notice the Komarinist President Sergovski, whom I have become well acquainted with, the President of Qasheer, Madam Nur Jess, whom I have heard much of but never met, and a representative from The Kaliptzy Reich who I have not read much about, but the person that really caught my eye was the Takistani, President Abdul Azim, This person I knew quite a large amount about as I remember the constant meetings that drove me mad about how to crush his state during the Great War. I heard everything from what the name of his distant relatives are to what he ate for lunch the previous day. Gods did I hate those meeting. Of course I have no personal objections to this man as a person, but there is still distaste for his actions, and I will not forgive him over night for the men I went to pin medals on as they lay dying in the MASH units near New Lisbon. After having my quick look around I look back to President Zaheer Abbas, "I apologize for not responding to you instantly. I had to give my men an order. You can just call me 'Viktor,' it is what most people call me." I take my sun glasses off and place them in my jacket pocket.

[Komarin]

Nurul Huda International Airport, Husseinabad, Huda.
President Zaheer Abbas.

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I smiled.

"Salam, guards, and Mr...Ser...yovshky?" I said, unclear of his name. "Forgive my misinterpretation of your name, friend... I'm afraid the dropship must leave soon and I urge you to come along if you'd like to avoid traffic!" I joked, taking him along. "Your guards however, must go on a separate dropship. I'll get Husseinabad to send one." I remarked, as we got inside, waving the guard goodbye.

"Ah yes! I'd hate to be caught in traffic; though I doubt it's anything like the three hour congestion back home." I smile. "Oh, and it's Sergovski, but you were close enough." Stepping into the dropship was somewhat monumental for me. Since the war, I'd not taken part in any sort of peaceful diplomacy. Just before the door is closed, I call out to my soldiers dressed in their blue and white patterned uniforms. "Try not to be so tense! I'll be fine!" Those were my final words to them before the door closed and I turned to say hello to the Qasheeri President. "Good Day ma'am. I don't believe we've ever met."

[Qasheer]

Nurul Huda International Airport, Husseinabad, Huda.
President Zaheer Abbas.

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I smiled.

"Salam, guards, and Mr...Ser...yovshky?" I said, unclear of his name. "Forgive my misinterpretation of your name, friend... I'm afraid the dropship must leave soon and I urge you to come along if you'd like to avoid traffic!" I joked, taking him along. "Your guards however, must go on a separate dropship. I'll get Husseinabad to send one." I remarked, as we got inside, waving the guard goodbye.

"Ah yes! I'd hate to be caught in traffic; though I doubt it's anything like the three hour congestion back home." I smile. "Oh, and it's Sergovski, but you were close enough." Stepping into the dropship was somewhat monumental for me. Since the war, I'd not taken part in any sort of peaceful diplomacy. Just before the door is closed, I call out to my soldiers dressed in their blue and white patterned uniforms. "Try not to be so tense! I'll be fine!" Those were my final words to them before the door closed and I turned to say hello to the Qasheeri President. "Good Day ma'am. I don't believe we've ever met."

"Good day indeed..." Nur Jess said while getting her Tudung fix. She was wearing the Mughlaq. "I think not..." she said. "But I do saw you in the television..." she said while smiling.

[Komarin]

"Good day indeed..." Nur Jess said while getting her Tudung fix. She was wearing the Mughlaq. "I think not..." she said. "But I do saw you in the television..." she said while smiling.

"Ah yes the tele. Must be from those propaganda clips I had airing during the war because I don't know of any Komarinian station broadcasting to the Indonesian Archipelago."

[Qasheer]

"Good day indeed..." Nur Jess said while getting her Tudung fix. She was wearing the Mughlaq. "I think not..." she said. "But I do saw you in the television..." she said while smiling.

"Ah yes the tele. Must be from those propaganda clips I had airing during the war because I don't know of any Komarinian station broadcasting to the Indonesian Archipelago."

"Spies.." Nur Jess joked...

[Bendicion]

"Finally!", I said at last,stepping down from the Airplane chartered for my delegation. The air was clean and very fragrant.The sun was very hot though and it was making me discomforted. A Hudian man, dressed in a fine black suit came to me from below the stairs of the plane. He was around 6'3 tall, compared to my 6'2 height. He quickly smiled and escorted me down.

"Welcome to the Hudian Republic,Sir Reinaldi. We are looking forward to this summit and finally arrange good relations", he said as we slowly arrived to a black limousine."This car will shortly escort you to the meeting place of the summit. Enjoy your stay sir." He closed the door and signed someone an ok sign and soon the car was leaving. I was being escorted my 5 black SUVs and several motorcycles.

We passed through several avenues, clear and not crowded, i saw several shops and a good ol amusement park. The streets were not packed by many but good enough to be called crowded. The city was big if i say, as i went through several streets and avenues. The escorts then escorted the car to a big gate, we went in and a great white building shone against the light, surrounded by a small green field. It was time. The escorts left the car to go in while the gate closed, the limousine stopped at the front of the building and the door opened.

"Welcome Sir"