Former territory of the US State of Maine, apart of the former New England Commonwealth
Currently, The Capital of the American Federation
March 4th, 2252
The Iroquois Helicopters blades whirred in a loud hum as it flew over the dry, aired wasteland that permeated itself all throughout the former US. Sergeant O'Leary held the pistol grip of his NY-MG, which was mounted on a swivel mount looking out of the side door of the helicopter. In the seats across from him, Ambassador Joseph Allen Carmichael and Diplomatic Agent Catherine Goodwill from the Department of Foreign Diplomacy were strapped down in their seats, flanked by two NYRA Trooper Escorts; One with a Quaker Rifle and the other with a NY-AR. The Co-Pilot leaned back from his seat to look into the back, and spoke to them through the radio in his headset.
Ensign Jameson (Co-Pilot): WE'RE COMING UP ON PORTLAND, TOUCH DOWN IN A FEW MINUTES.
Jameson got a thumbs up from the Ambassador, who went back to looking out of the side door over the landscape that extended underneath them. The view was amazing flying from a helicopter above the world. A farmstead came up beneath the Helicopter, and the workers stopped working and looked up in wonder at the flying green thing that was zooming over their heads.
After just moments, the Helicopter made its way into the airspace of Portland, the Capital of the American Federation.
The Iroquois slowed its speed and then began to decent, its rotors slowing, sending gusts of air downwards and kicking dust up in all directions. The metal struts on the bottom made contact with the soil, and the Ambassador bent his head as he jumped out of the aircraft. He was greeted by a Federation Representative.
Ambassador Carmichael: Ambassador Joseph Allen Carmichael, Representative of the Federal Republic of New York, here to meet with the Federation leader or his representative please.