SEC Conference (Closed, ATTN: SEC Members)

[Ulthrani]

OOC: Four lines minimum, i'd ask for two paragraphs, but i am gonna be lenient.

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Administrative Center Command,
Opus Dei, Ulthrani

"Ah shit" The Manager, his name being classified, said to himself with a cigarette in his mouth

"What" The Assistant said in reply "Insurrectionists on the outer perimeter?"
Manager drank from his coffee mug and looked across the beautiful marble structures and then focussed back on the message that he looked in his hand

"Air Force needs the airport to bring back wounded from the front" his voice was mumbled with the cigarette in his mouth "Looks like we are going to divert the foreign flights to the Outskirt Air Harbour"

"Well, that is much easier to deal with, i don't have to divert power from the Emperor's mechanic shop to power extra defences and not explain to him why he couldn't fix a classic sports car. I'll get the 11th Company of the ODSF to secure it and lock it down, just tell ATC to notify the incoming flights and tell the CAP to go to the Outskirt Air Harbour not to the Saint's Airport, about right?" The Assistant said without a breath or skipping a beat and with a smile, the manager nodded.

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Outskirt Air Harbour
Opus Dei Metropolitan Area, Ulthrani

"Sir!" a lowly private yelled at Captain Marcus Paulinus, the commander and lead operator for Diplomatic Security "Tarmac is good to go, should we get the vehicles ready?". Without even exchanging a word, he nodded and shook his hand to the vehicles. He was looking around at the morass of shacks and low level homes. He was a imperialist at heart and knew in the thousands of pilgrims who are now stuck on the edge of holy land, they tear down the trees and building communities and Pilgrim Hostels. He knew that in those tens of thousands of poor souls that he could see across the horizon, in-between blotches of trees that seem like local oasis'.

He walked off and after drinking the whiskey from his pocket, he went into the lobby of the airport, which looked casual in feel and large, nothing that was worth a royal, but then again, this is the lowly outskirts, they haven't entered the true Opus Dei yet.

[Royal Calathonia]

OOC: Four lines minimum, i'd ask for two paragraphs, but i am gonna be lenient.

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Administrative Center Command,
Opus Dei, Ulthrani

"Ah shit" The Manager, his name being classified, said to himself with a cigarette in his mouth

"What" The Assistant said in reply "Insurrectionists on the outer perimeter?"
Manager drank from his coffee mug and looked across the beautiful marble structures and then focussed back on the message that he looked in his hand

"Air Force needs the airport to bring back wounded from the front" his voice was mumbled with the cigarette in his mouth "Looks like we are going to divert the foreign flights to the Outskirt Air Harbour"

"Well, that is much easier to deal with, i don't have to divert power from the Emperor's mechanic shop to power extra defences and not explain to him why he couldn't fix a classic sports car. I'll get the 11th Company of the ODSF to secure it and lock it down, just tell ATC to notify the incoming flights and tell the CAP to go to the Outskirt Air Harbour not to the Saint's Airport, about right?" The Assistant said without a breath or skipping a beat and with a smile, the manager nodded.

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Outskirt Air Harbour
Opus Dei Metropolitan Area, Ulthrani

"Sir!" a lowly private yelled at Captain Marcus Paulinus, the commander and lead operator for Diplomatic Security "Tarmac is good to go, should we get the vehicles ready?". Without even exchanging a word, he nodded and shook his hand to the vehicles. He was looking around at the morass of shacks and low level homes. He was a imperialist at heart and knew in the thousands of pilgrims who are now stuck on the edge of holy land, they tear down the trees and building communities and Pilgrim Hostels. He knew that in those tens of thousands of poor souls that he could see across the horizon, in-between blotches of trees that seem like local oasis'.

He walked off and after drinking the whiskey from his pocket, he went into the lobby of the airport, which looked casual in feel and large, nothing that was worth a royal, but then again, this is the lowly outskirts, they haven't entered the true Opus Dei yet.

Count Camillo Cavour, Royal Calathonian Ambassador was on the Royal Calathonian official plane Black Hawk. The new Empress, Elizabeth I, had appointed Ambassador Cavour as the delegate to the conference of the Sovereign Empires Coalition, whom Royal Calathonia was a member of. Cavour had been the diplomat who had successfully negotiated the treaty with Osthia and Grasmere. He was also responsible for signing diplomatic arrangements with Commonwealth France, Minor Poland, and the Austrian Domains. Cavour had great skill in diplomacy, but he also had his ills. He was obese, snobbish, and self-indulgent. Despite this, he was the perfect man for the job. The Black Hawk, with Cavour and his team on it, was heading towards Opus Dei, Ulthrani, where the conference was being held.

Picture of Cavour: http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/1 ... 5GD00Z.jpg

[Blademasters765]

OOC:Good I like lenient, at 2:30 in the morning and RC don't quote his post

IC: The Prince sat in two seater F-18 as it neared the airport, they had already sent the message ahead about their aircraft and hopefully they wouldn't get shot at, His co-pilot was Lieutenant Mitchell of the RBAF, he was an expert pilot and had taught Louis how to fly, he had taken pride in being chosen to teach the prince and loved watching Louis handle the plane thanks to the skills taught to Louis by him, as they prepared for landing Mitchell sent a message

"This is RBAF 185 requesting permission to land, I repeat this is RBAF 185 requesting to land" He waited for a response and hoped they hadn't already fired a missile at them for being in a fighter

[Royal Calathonia]

OOC: Blademasters, I quote his post so I can have a direct response to it.

IC: Finally, the Black Hawk arrived over at the Ulthrani Capital City International Airport. Cavour looked outside the window, and was glad he was finally there. The air controller in his front cabin prepared himself, looking down at the Airport from his plane. He then got onto his microphone, and said, directly to the Ulthranian air controller "This is the Royal Calathonian plane Black Hawk, carrying Count Camillo Cavour, the Imperial delegate to the conference. Requesting permission to land?"

[Ulthrani]

"Interesting style of entry for a foreigner" Outskirt ATC Operator said to the Bladian "You have permission to land on the tarmac, out". He went and drank some coffee, more were coming. He then told one of soldiers to get the "Diplomat Vehicle" ready for the foreigner.

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"Royal Catalonian flight Black Hawk, this is Opus Dei Combat Air Patrol, you are not to approach the main airport, military have lend-lease for the while, please route around to the Outskirt Air Harbour and await further instruction, co-ordinates are marked" The combat pilot said before shooting off into the horizon.

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[Royal Calathonia]

"Interesting style of entry for a foreigner" Outskirt ATC Operator said to the Bladian "You have permission to land on the tarmac, out". He went and drank some coffee, more were coming. He then told one of soldiers to get the "Diplomat Vehicle" ready for the foreigner.

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"Royal Catalonian flight Black Hawk, this is Opus Dei Combat Air Patrol, you are not to approach the main airport, military have lend-lease for the while, please route around to the Outskirt Air Harbour and await further instruction, co-ordinates are marked" The combat pilot said before shooting off into the horizon.

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Cavour and the pilot were both angered, but maintained great self-control. The pilot got on his microphone again and said "Roger that, Air Patrol. We will head to the Outskirt Harbor. We have the coordinates." The pilot finished, and the Black Hawk promptly headed towards the Outskirt Air Harbor, following the coordinates. They finally arrived there. Cavour was pleased, because he wanted to get off the plane. The pilot then got on his microphone again and said, to the air controller of the Air Harbor "We are awaiting further instructions."

[Of the Quendi]

Quendair QU-89
Princess Aleera Alcedina-Aquilaine was tired to say the least. Over the past week she had travelled distances equal to twice around the globe attending events throughout the world on behalf of the Imperial House of Alcedina and even on one occassion on behalf of the her second homeland. She none the less read carefully everything she needed to know about the new conference and even a tourist magazine about Opus Dei while her bureaucrats and diplomats was busy fitting the conference into her schedule.

She had offered the aquilinian delegation to travel with her aboard the MR-SST supersonic plane partially because of her own personal great concern for the environment. Besides it would be nice to see some new faces. (ooc: you can chose for yourself if you want to accept the offer or not Aquilinia but since she lives with Felicia it seemed most sensible if your delegation and mine travelled together)

"We are nearing the city of Opus Dei your imperial highness." One of her lictors said with a deep bow. The princess stood up gesturing towards her handmaidens. "Excellent. Ask the ulthrani's for permission to land." She ordered as her handmaidens brought her the elegant and imperial gown she had chosen to wear on the first day of the conference. The lictor bowed again and left to execute the order. The princess quickly changed from her fashionable but informal clothing to the more appropriate dress while the plane commenced landing.

[Ulthrani]

"Royal Calathonian flight, this is Outskirt ATC" ATC Operator said calmly "please circle around, we are awaiting the F-18 to make a landing, to avoid a crash i'd advise it, you'll be down in five minutes" he sipped his coffee and told him to get the second vehicle out. the Diplomat Vehicles were old M113AS4s that had luxurious interiors, leather seats and a mini-fridge, also air conditioning so that they are cooled instead of the boiling that the soldiers that were crammed in there decade earlier felt.

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The same F-56 Pilot (imagine a sleek Su-47) came around and advised the Quendi pilots:
"Quendi flight this is Opus Dei Combat Air Patrol, may I remind you that landing at the airport is not advised, as the Air Force has lent the location for the entirety of the day. Please re-route to Outskirt Air Harbour, co-ordinates are marked, out"

[Blademasters765]

"Roger tower, we like to make an entrance, keep the tarmac clear" Mitchell instructed the tower operator

"Alright Louis take it in , use your training" Mitchell said to Louis confident in his abilities "Yep you've got it"

The F-18's landing gear hit the tarmac and the brakes were applied, the plane stopped and taxied itself into a hangar, The cockpit opened and the Prince and Mitchell stepped out, Louis looked at Mitchell "Now we wait for the welcoming committee" Of course Mitchell laughed and closed the cockpit activating the locking system that made the F-18 unusable unless he or the Prince unlocked it

[St George of England]

Aboard the Royal Concord

King Edward V looked up, at his Uncle, who was pacing, as he had done for most of the flight. It had been grating Edward for several hours, but, polite, proper young man (well boy) that he was, he hadn't mentioned it. Besides, if the famously laid back (as in horizontal) Prince Mathew was pacing, he was either high or worried. Edward hoped and prayed it was the latter.

Mathew seemed to feel his nephew's eyes on him. However, instead of meeting the young King's gaze, he instead walked off to the side of plane, looking out the window. The last time he had been on this plane, it to carry his father's body back from the last SEC summit. He hoped this wouldn't be a repeat of the last one.

Mathew longed for a drink, but knew all alcohol had been removed. All alcohol, except for several bottles of Port from 1908 each worth at least £35,000, and a gift for each delegate at the conference. Mathew wondered what it would taste like, but the bottles were guarded by Knight's of the Order of Edward III, men who only answered to the King, or, in this case, the Regent.

So Mathew stayed by the window, his thought's lost in what might have been...

[Royal Calathonia]

"Royal Calathonian flight, this is Outskirt ATC" ATC Operator said calmly "please circle around, we are awaiting the F-18 to make a landing, to avoid a crash i'd advise it, you'll be down in five minutes" he sipped his coffee and told him to get the second vehicle out. the Diplomat Vehicles were old M113AS4s that had luxurious interiors, leather seats and a mini-fridge, also air conditioning so that they are cooled instead of the boiling that the soldiers that were crammed in there decade earlier felt.

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The same F-56 Pilot (imagine a sleek Su-47) came around and advised the Quendi pilots:
"Quendi flight this is Opus Dei Combat Air Patrol, may I remind you that landing at the airport is not advised, as the Air Force has lent the location for the entirety of the day. Please re-route to Outskirt Air Harbour, co-ordinates are marked, out"

The Royal Calathonian pilot on Black Hawk said, on his microphone to the ATC Operator "Alright then. We will circle around, but please do not keep us waiting for a long time,". The pilot then began circling the plane around. He hoped they wouldn't take long. Cavour yelled and said "Why the fuck are we not landing?" The pilot said "Sir, they told us to circle around and wait in the air until the Bladian plane lands. They apparently think they are more important." Cavour said "These fucking little people!" He then settled down and said "If they make us wait too long, we are waiting. Got it!" The pilot nodded. Cavour was known to be extremely impatient, and had walked out on international conferences and meetings when they took too long or went no where.

[Ulthrani]

Waiting by the F-18 was a black M113AS4 APC with four black-cladded troops, one of them had a baseball cap on backwards and a cigarette out of his mouth, he knocked on the door.
"Oi, I think that vehicle over there is a lot more comfortable than this cockpit" he said with a smile as his words were mumbled by the deathstick he smoked.

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"Royal Concord, this is Outskirt ATC" he said with a paused "Please circle the area, the Royal Cathalonian aircraft has to land first, then followed by the Quendi aircraft, please circle our area and once again, sorry you can't use the main airport, but our air force has a lot more priority at the moment"

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"Impatient fucking crew on that plane" ATC Operator said with a coffee "Oi, keep your fucking nickers on, this ain't a race, i just don't want to clean up the shrapnel when you crash, now the wait wasn't too bad, you now have permission to land"

[Royal Calathonia]

Waiting by the F-18 was a black M113AS4 APC with four black-cladded troops, one of them had a baseball cap on backwards and a cigarette out of his mouth, he knocked on the door.
"Oi, I think that vehicle over there is a lot more comfortable than this cockpit" he said with a smile as his words were mumbled by the deathstick he smoked.

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"Royal Concord, this is Outskirt ATC" he said with a paused "Please circle the area, the Royal Cathalonian aircraft has to land first, then followed by the Quendi aircraft, please circle our area and once again, sorry you can't use the main airport, but our air force has a lot more priority at the moment"

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"Impatient fucking crew on that plane" ATC Operator said with a coffee "Oi, keep your fucking nickers on, this ain't a race, i just don't want to clean up the shrapnel when you crash, now the wait wasn't too bad, you now have permission to land"

The pilot said, to the Operator "Thank you! Next time, don't take so fucking long, you bitch!" After that he quickly cut off communications and the plane landed on the airstrip below. Cavour got up, finishing a doughnut he had been munching on and wiping his face with a cloth. He then walked towards his team and said "Get your asses up! We have a diplomatic conference to attend!" He then started heading towards the plane door.

[Ulthrani]

"Ain't he a fat fucker" ODSF Sergeant Sagitarrius looking at the Royal Calathonian flight door and saying to himself again "I usually enjoy the trip to the fortress, guess I won't now" he got up and with another private went up to the diplomat and said in a greeting fashion
"G'Day, i'm Sergeant Sagitarrius of the Opus Dei Security Force and i'll be escorting you to Opus Dei." he said with a military esque face, deadpan yet affirmative.

"This way to our APC, don't worry, it's been modified for people like yourself"

[Blademasters765]

OOc;Im going to bed but be warned, Continuing this use of bad language and rather bad behavior will have you barred from this conference RC

[Ulthrani]

OOC: Hehe, dude, i got parade in forty five minutes and then breakfast, i guess i'll be snoozing in the breaks between filling the paperwork

[Of the Quendi]

OOC: I wont answer this thread before Aquilinia has had time to decided whether or not to accept my travel arrangements.

[Royal Calathonia]

"Ain't he a fat fucker" ODSF Sergeant Sagitarrius looking at the Royal Calathonian flight door and saying to himself again "I usually enjoy the trip to the fortress, guess I won't now" he got up and with another private went up to the diplomat and said in a greeting fashion
"G'Day, i'm Sergeant Sagitarrius of the Opus Dei Security Force and i'll be escorting you to Opus Dei." he said with a military esque face, deadpan yet affirmative.

"This way to our APC, don't worry, it's been modified for people like yourself"

OOC: Blademasters, I will be more civil, but why is it okay for Ulthrani to use bad language?

IC:

Count Cavour shot a nasty glare at the Sergeant and said "Do not make such insults, you little peasant man. Now direct me to the proper place!" Cavour then walked by him, acting all royal and snobbish. He was followed by his diplomatic team, who acted just as snobbish.

[St George of England]

"Roger, ATC, we will circle the area." Pilot Jim Handsfield had spent the last 25 years flying the Royal Concord, and was getting close to retirement. Not that he would retire, not of his own accord at least. He switched to the PA system that allowed him to converse with the passengers.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness, we will be landing shortly. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts."

The King did as he was told, but it was several seconds before Mathew returned to his seat. Sitting several seats away from his nephew, the King was left to talk to his companion, his 17 year old cousin, John. John was acting as the Party's Chief of Staff, his first such post.

"How long before we arrive, do you think?"
"According to the ATC, three other planes have to land before us. So between half an hour and 2 hours, usually. The fact that we can't use the main airport complicates matters, but only slightly."
Satisfied, Edward sat back in his seat, awaiting being given permission to land.

[Jbeil]

The Dassault Falcon 50 flew over the main Ulthranian airport,the pilot,seeing no other airplanes there,contacted the tower.

-"Tower,tower...This is Jbeil 4...May we have permission to land?"


At the same time,a flight attendant approached duchess Marie Anne.
The duchess was sleeping,and had been asleep for more than half of the flight.

-"Excuse me...Duchess...We are there."

Marie awoke,sipped some cold tea placed next to her seat and looked at the hostess.

-"Thank you.You may go now,please."

After the woman had left,the duchess looked out of the window and down on the city.
She never expected she'd be sent as the representative to the coalition.
But her sister,the former duchess Marie Antoinette,and the current queen,held a massive amount of power in the government.
But still,at 18,she was very young,and her companion,the duchess Marie Jospeh,who was just 13,was even less suitable,but the queen thought it would be good for both their futures to attend the conference.
Marie stood up,and walked towards M.J's chair.

-"M.J...We are here.Come on wake up."

(Marie Anne:http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/68/Archduchess_Maria_Anne_of_Austria.jpg
Marie Joseph:http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a6/Maria_Giuseppina_di_Lorena_-_A.R._Mengs.png)

[The Matthew Islands]

The Boeing 747 and two X0-2A's streaked through the air towards Ulthrani. On board, King Gilligan was impatiently drumming his fingers on the arm rest of his seat. He was on the phone to his Daughter, Princess Anna who was sternly reminding him how much he was allowed to drink.
"Remember, you aren't allowed no more than two bottles of wine! If they offer you a glass of Champagne, you are allowed that but no more!"
The King sighed, and mumbled to himself.
"None of that!" Princess Anna snapped "The PM, myself, and the PR department all agree that you shouldn't be allowed too much to drink. Not after what happened at my Birthday party anyway."
"I didn't offend her that much! I was just complimenting her on her looks!"
Anna sighed, "Look, if I open the papers tomorrow, and find out another women is trying to charge you for sexual assault, there will be hell to pay!"
At that moment an aide came down the planes aisle.
"Excuse me your majesty, but we are nearing our destination."
The King gave a relived look, happy to be able to hang up the phone.
"Sorry dear, I have to go now, I have almost arrived bye!"
"Remember what I-"
He quickly put the receiver down, and sighed.
It was like having another in-law again.

In the cockpit the pilot was making his last preparations, before he picked up the radio.
"Hello, Outskirt Air Harbour, this is Crown 1, of the Imperial Empire of The Matthew Islands, requesting permission to land 1 Boeing 242 and two escort Fighter jets, over."

[Reformed Britannia]

The Britannian jet headed towards its destination, guided skillfully amongst the clouds by its veteran pilot, a man who had once flown Shadowhawks for the Britannian army. The Britannians had missed out on the first SEC conference, and had no intention of missing out again; and they had sent James Roberts, as usual, to be Britannia's representative.

James had agreed to go without a hassle; he'd finally found his bearings in life and was able to spend lots of time at home with his family. He was enjoying the feeling of being a father at home, but he knew he had a job to do-for a few more years, at least. His week-old daughter's name was Siobhan, something of a nod to the Hibernian heritage that both of her parents shared. Looking at her for the first time, James could tell immediately that she took after her mother, Jacqueline. She had those same brilliant emerald-green eyes, as green as the Cyrupean sea.

But as the plane continued to descend, James pushed the thoughts of his family to the back of his mind. He was here to represent the interests of Britannia; although the interior of the jet was hardly fitting for a diplomatic official. With the exception of a few things-namely the military and the royal family-Britannians were generally against overly flashy or luxurious things. It was all about being as simple and as purely functional as possible these days; as a result, Britannia had become quite spartan in terms of the appearance of public buildings and such. The Britannian people had given up trying to beautify their homeland, which was so dreary and rainy-because it was the dreariness and the rain that they had grown to adore.

As the plane continued downward, James could hear the pilot's steely voice as he began standard landing procedure.
"This is RAF 4, requesting permission to land at the Outskirt Air Harbour, over."

[Ulthrani]

OOC: In the interest of time, we will be skipping all the airport arrivals and get to the diplomats arriving at their homes and then to the administrative area for the meeting.

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The diplomats of the nations within the Sovereign Empires Coalition were now collected, excluding the Bladian F-18, which would be transferred to Opus Dei Aer Prodigium for when the diplomats do finally depart. Each diplomat was treated to their selected vehicle, which were as stated, old M113AS4s with luxurious interiors, leather seats, mini fridge and air conditioning for the drive from the Outskirt Air Harbour, through a section of the pilgrim zone and then into the woods that is the outer perimeter defence zone.

As they entered the "road" which was covered by leaves and foliage to mix in with the enviroment, soldiers with ghillie suits got up and fell backwards towards the first system of concealed trenches and pillboxes and even a platoon of dug in M5A3 Firesword tanks. They reached the first checkpoint and were immediately allowed through...who else were in black APCs?

They were being watched by the Manager and ODSF UAV operators in the headquarters of the administrative area. They were getting everything organized, Paladin Governor Tarkus Aurelius, who brother was one of the Emperor's most trusted officals. He was organizing for the main meetings that would take place over the next three days, getting navy officials from Scorpion Naval Yards on the other side of the country.

The convoy was going forward and pasted dozens of military lines, patrols and defensive positions, the second entrenchment zone was the drivers were ready to get lunch and drop off those foreigners. With that done, the main outpost and entry point was approached. A Patriarch Knight, unseen here with the Army and ODSF personnel, directed them in, two Sentry Drones scanned them and the vehicles had offically entered Opus Dei. The vehicles turned left and were met by another checkpoint, this was the entry to the diplomatic communal area. Captain Paulinus got onto his intercom and said with a firm voice

"Okay you lot, my name is Captain Marcus Paulinus of the Opus Dei Security Force, I will be your head of security outside of the administrative area. When you are in the communal area, you will not be allowed to leave, any requests should be forwarded to me and me alone and I will accommodate as best as possible.

When you enter Greater Opus Dei, you will be in the presence of elites, when you enter that area you are worth nothing, your diplomatic standings do not oblige anywhere except in the presence of the Emperor or in Ava Hall, where you will meet. Patriarch Knights will have a higher standing than you will unless found worthy and blessed by the Patriarch, which will occur to you on the final day. For those he does not find worthy, you will pack up shop and leave early.

ODSF will provide transportation, you will be outside of your home by 0900 every morning or you are going to have to explain to the Master at Arms why you are still in there and will have to walk there, everything is on tight schedule, no exceptions will be made. Any further questions can be made at my Post down the road, until then, enjoy your stay"

The Bladian, Quendi and Britannian APCs was stopped first at the front of the first house, which had been used by governors and even regents in the past, the officals and their entourage would stay here and share the house. The reason they are sharing the main house was because many Imperial officals from the Colonies were staying in other houses in the communal area, as a conference based on the insurrectionist conflicts are taking place within Opus Dei as well, which is the reason the Emperor will not be taking part in this event and will only have a small conference with the diplomats. Regardless though, the Captain thought they would enjoy their stay.


All other APCs with their officals in them were dropped off at houses further down, which looked exact to one another for the parting officals:


They had time to consolidate and get their things ready, when time came, they would call the Captain and have their vehicles take them to the rally point where they will go to the "fortress" and then into the Opus Dei Administrative Area.

[Royal Calathonia]

OOC: In the interest of time, we will be skipping all the airport arrivals and get to the diplomats arriving at their homes and then to the administrative area for the meeting.

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The diplomats of the nations within the Sovereign Empires Coalition were now collected, excluding the Bladian F-18, which would be transferred to Opus Dei Aer Prodigium for when the diplomats do finally depart. Each diplomat was treated to their selected vehicle, which were as stated, old M113AS4s with luxurious interiors, leather seats, mini fridge and air conditioning for the drive from the Outskirt Air Harbour, through a section of the pilgrim zone and then into the woods that is the outer perimeter defence zone.

As they entered the "road" which was covered by leaves and foliage to mix in with the enviroment, soldiers with ghillie suits got up and fell backwards towards the first system of concealed trenches and pillboxes and even a platoon of dug in M5A3 Firesword tanks. They reached the first checkpoint and were immediately allowed through...who else were in black APCs?

They were being watched by the Manager and ODSF UAV operators in the headquarters of the administrative area. They were getting everything organized, Paladin Governor Tarkus Aurelius, who brother was one of the Emperor's most trusted officals. He was organizing for the main meetings that would take place over the next three days, getting navy officials from Scorpion Naval Yards on the other side of the country.

The convoy was going forward and pasted dozens of military lines, patrols and defensive positions, the second entrenchment zone was the drivers were ready to get lunch and drop off those foreigners. With that done, the main outpost and entry point was approached. A Patriarch Knight, unseen here with the Army and ODSF personnel, directed them in, two Sentry Drones scanned them and the vehicles had offically entered Opus Dei. The vehicles turned left and were met by another checkpoint, this was the entry to the diplomatic communal area. Captain Paulinus got onto his intercom and said with a firm voice

"Okay you lot, my name is Captain Marcus Paulinus of the Opus Dei Security Force, I will be your head of security outside of the administrative area. When you are in the communal area, you will not be allowed to leave, any requests should be forwarded to me and me alone and I will accommodate as best as possible.

When you enter Greater Opus Dei, you will be in the presence of elites, when you enter that area you are worth nothing, your diplomatic standings do not oblige anywhere except in the presence of the Emperor or in Ava Hall, where you will meet. Patriarch Knights will have a higher standing than you will unless found worthy and blessed by the Patriarch, which will occur to you on the final day. For those he does not find worthy, you will pack up shop and leave early.

ODSF will provide transportation, you will be outside of your home by 0900 every morning or you are going to have to explain to the Master at Arms why you are still in there and will have to walk there, everything is on tight schedule, no exceptions will be made. Any further questions can be made at my Post down the road, until then, enjoy your stay"

The Bladian, Quendi and Britannian APCs was stopped first at the front of the first house, which had been used by governors and even regents in the past, the officals and their entourage would stay here and share the house. The reason they are sharing the main house was because many Imperial officals from the Colonies were staying in other houses in the communal area, as a conference based on the insurrectionist conflicts are taking place within Opus Dei as well, which is the reason the Emperor will not be taking part in this event and will only have a small conference with the diplomats. Regardless though, the Captain thought they would enjoy their stay.


All other APCs with their officals in them were dropped off at houses further down, which looked exact to one another for the parting officals:


They had time to consolidate and get their things ready, when time came, they would call the Captain and have their vehicles take them to the rally point where they will go to the "fortress" and then into the Opus Dei Administrative Area.

Count Cavour was angered about the announcement of the Ulthranian captain. Although their nation was hosting the conference, he found what they said detestful. Their government considered their own honorary knights higher then rank then the diplomats, and also believed their elites deserved more respect. Despite that, he remained civil, and prepared himself in his allotted diplomatic house. Cavour hoped the conference would begin soon.

[Blademasters765]

Louis laughed at the announcement and turned to Mitchell "I think I like that Captain, he doesn't accept any crap from anyone", Mitchell nodded and got out when the APC stopped, his jaw dropped when he saw the accommodation "So where am I staying then?" He said to Louis, Louis grinned "With me of course, your living the high life now"

This put a smile on Mitchell's mouth "I wonder whether that captain will come say hello, I want to learn about the security they have around here, what training they go through and stuff like that" Mitchell said as he opened the door for Louis and they proceeded to check out the lace