The Brillemean-Limburgs Diplomatic envoy arrive at Camp Goldstein
13:00 Local Time - 14/10/18
The airmen working at the radio control posts on Carren ground had been suspicious of the unmarked military aeroplane that flew over their occupied territories. While they already spotted that it was a C-130 Hercules, a harmless aeroplane that could paradrop a few soldiers, but not do any serious damage, they hadn't really thought about interscepting it with a jet aircraft. Shortly before the C-130 landed on camp Goldstein, it noticed that it was persued by a Rhunnlandian multirole jet aircraft, and the pilot, lieutenant-colonel Jan Dutters was reluctant of landing the aircraft on some smaller aircraft, so they flew the few miles to the Goldstein and landed there.
The Rhunnlandian guards were shocked to see that the first men to leave the plane were six adolescent boys wearing red berets. Their fatigues were outdated, perhaps from the seventies or eighties, and they weren't wearing proper camouflage or combat clothing. They all had smallarms on them, though. They all had Glock 17s on their hips, and a taller figure carried an MP5k on his back. They noticed that the sixth man was the superior in the group. He commended respect, and he wore the rank of lance corporal. The soldiers didn't seem to care for the opinions of the guards, and went on preparing the plane to let the diplomatic envoy out. Stairs were raised, and the diplomats could finally leave. The seventh man to disembark from the aeroplane was also wearing a red beret. His name was brigadier-general Ralf Goossens, and the few loyalists of Brillemea labeled him as "Caesar of Brillemea" because of his staunch position on Brillemean independence, his military intervention and stationing of troops in Brillemea, and his fierce critique on other military leaders. Had the loyalists known that the other nations that were currently signing this agreement were far less friendly than brigadier-general Goossens, and far less cilized when it came to dealing with the locals, then the loyalists would have spoken in a far different tone.
Goossens stepped off the vehicle and walked towards the front entry. Some guards were familiar with his face, as it had been across some Rhunnlandian newspapers. Goossens stepped up to the man who seemed to be the highest in rank, and introduced himself.
"My name is brigadier-general Ralf Goossens, commander of the VLL and commander of the Limburgs garrison in North-west Brillemea. I have brought with me the Brillemean delegation of the two most popular candidates of the newly-founded parliament of Brillemea."
The sergeant before him wasn't sure what to do. He'd never dealt with this before, but because he didn't want to make a fuss, he decided to simply let them in, as political expectations and the idea of an a globalist league would hardly have been possible without Limburgs support. Brigadier-General Goossens, a steward of his named Brian Herrecker and the two communist candidates from the parliament were searched on weapons and ammunition. None of them had anything on them. The people who did wear weapons, the pilots and the Brigadier's guard section, had stayed behind in the aircraft. The six guards were playing card games, while the pilot tried to get used to the damn weather.
Brillemea's "Prime minister" (The most popular man in the parliament) enters the room and introduces himself. The communist was not an intimidating man, but Goossens was. Goossens was 43 years old, and in great shape. He didn't have any living family anymore, and all he did was to serve either the state or his branch. He was the parliamentary leader's claim to greatness only protector and guardian, and if it hadn't been for Limburg, then Brillemean representatives wouldn't have stood here. The group of three men (The steward had also retreated to a backroom to not disturb his commander unnecesarily) stood in the doorway and awaited a response from the men in the council.
