Morska,
The Imperial Union of Arkyatan
Morska was an aberration when it came to K’toca cities. Tall skyscrapers of glass and steel warmly reflected sunlight and the sky, creating distorted images on their smooth faces. Elevated highways towered over the city’s urban buildup, which was composed primarily of multilevel buildings adorned with neon signs and billboards. Unlike the interior cities of the Empire, which were roughly carved out of mountains or scraped through the sands of deserts, Morska looked like a modern city, only a small inkling of the ancient and traditional architecture that defined places like Qo’noS, Rura Penthe, or Kalendra. It made sense that an international summit would take place in Morska, as international as they came within the confines of the K’toca Empire, and Arkyatan at large.
Deputy Foreign Minister Etranni Gunlat felt the heat of the city wash over as she stepped out of the state limousine, the familiar stench of asphalt, motor exhaust, and dust filling her nostrils. Holstering her handbag over her shoulder, she started straight ahead as she made her way across the sidewalk into the main entrance of the city’s administrative center. The thick glass double doors parted automatically for her, and she didn’t bother taking note of the two guards that snapped to attention as she passed.
It had taken years for her to get here. It wasn’t easy being a woman in the Empire, especially one of non-noble birth. In some ways it would’ve been easier if she was an Olmerak, slick black hair, sinister smile and all. But no, she was K’toca, a proud daughter of the Empire. She wouldn’t have it any other way, even if that meant the climb to the top had been arduous. Of course, now she was on top she couldn’t think herself just as K’toca. She was Arkyatani. The Imperial Union was the future of the world going forward, and she sometimes had to remind herself to stick to that frame of reference. All of her education growing up had been marked with the typical K’toca focus on the glory of warriors, hardly a mention of women politicians and civil servants. She would change that.
She had the opportunity to do it now. For the past month she had been carefully negotiating with other major powers in Teremara regarding Arkyatan hosting a major security summit for all regional powers to attend. Recent events unfolding not far from Arkyatan’s own borders has made it clear that regional security with regards to terrorism and potentially volatile political instability needed to be addressed. It hadn’t been easy convincing the Foreign Minister to agree to it. Etranni felt her blood pressure rise slightly as she thought of her superior. J'ker Mvastroc had been Arkyatan’s Foreign Minister for the past five years, and although they had only worked together for 14 months, Etranni had developed a rather profound distaste for the man.
If it wasn’t his unwieldy weight and size that made standing near him feel uncomfortable, it was his almost maddening arrogance and complacency. To Etranni, the Foreign Minister seemed like a man who felt he had peaked and needed no further exertion on his part. When she had first approaching him about Arkayatan’s possibility to host the summit, he had practically laughed her out of his office. Why should the Imperial Union worry about the security concerns of these smaller nations? Arkyatan had no concerns regarding it’s safety.
Etranni had bristled under his words even as she tore them apart in her mind. Mvastroc was part of an old breed of K’toca who felt that nothing outside Arkyatan’s borders was of any real concern. His role as Foreign Minister had effectively been an empty post, full of benefits and privilege but without any sustenance or real value. She would change that. All she needed was opportunity.
The fat bloke was waiting for her at the top of the building, in a conference room where he stood next to a polished oak table with enough chairs for everyone. If he had any inkling of her disdain for him he showed no signs of it, and indeed apart from the usual formalities of their post his only attention towards her seemed to be the occasional glimpses he reserved for her backside or chest. Neither of them let their true feelings bubble to the surface as she approaching him, fake smile on her face.
“Foreign Minister, good to see you again.” She lied through her teeth.
Mvastroc’s round face contorted into a smile. “Ah, Etranni, good, you’re here.”
Standing next to the Foreign Minister was an Olmerak man, his skin tan and jet black hair slicked back. Etranni recognized him as Gul Prezett, in charge of security for the summit. Like most Olmerak he was tall and lithe, compared to his stocky and shorter K’toca counterparts. He at least had the air of a professional, which instantly made Etranni prefer him over her own boss. “Gul, I hope security proceedings have gone as scheduled.”
“Everything is within acceptable parameters.” He said simply. Nothing more than necessary, nothing less than was enough. Etranni appreciated that about his kind. Turning her attention back to Mvastroc, “Have we receiving conformations for everyone’s arrival?”
“Yes, the word just came in from the embassies. We expect all the delegations to begin arriving tomorrow morning, or possibly a few later tonight. We have already booked appropriate holdings for all of them.”
Etranni nodded. She let her disgust with the Foreign Minister fade for a moment to appreciate the situation. All her hard work had finally paid off. No, she checked herself. There was still much work to be done in the actual meeting, where they would establish the basis of what protocols for international security cooperation. She had her own ideas on how to proceed, but of course she also had to listen and incorporate the desires and wants of the other dignitaries. She absentmindedly rolled her shoulders. The next few days would be interesting.
State visitors to Morska attending the summit would be afforded the opportunity to stay either at one of the government’s sanctioned villas not far from the city, where they would enjoy a nice view of the Arkyatani coast far enough away from the urban hustle and bustle, while also being close enough that the commute would not be too bad. Morska itself looked like a very modern city, part of the reason it had been chosen to host the summit. It’s metropolitan feel gave it at times a sense of movement, as though the entire city was rolling along some modern highway. There was an almost palpable air of transaction and construction, as if it were a living, breathing organism.
The summit was set to start the following day and take three days. Heading the Arkyatani delegation would be the Foreign Minister, his Deputy, and Gul Prezett, representing the Obsidian Order. On day two, Regent Sullerr Ghil, the leader of the Imperial Union, was expected to arrive and give a brief statement on the importance of inter-regional security, offer a toast, and then let the bureaucrats and civil servants work out the tedious details. All meals would be provided by the catering staff at the administrative center, though delegates were also free to get out and explore the city’s various eateries. Most of them would’ve served K’toca food, which was either very gamey, or very hardy, and either way was heavily meat based with plentiful pasta and race. Imitations of foreign cuisine were also optional, of course with the understanding that is was foreign territory for K’toca cooks and chefs.
When delegates arrived at the city’s administrative center they would be greeted by the Deputy Foreign Minister, who would show them to main conference chamber where the Foreign Minister himself would be waiting alongside his counterpart from the Obsidian Order. He would greet every delegate with a warm smile, belly full of laughs, and a quip or two.