Adams Joint Air Base, 20 km East of Columbia District
Thursday, July 2nd, 2020
9.00AM
At last we get to welcome them. thinks a blonde, blue-eyed man standing at the end of a red carpet.
For Michael Foxter, the Astarian Secretary of State, welcoming guests for a state visit had now become a well honed protocol, ever since he did his first nearly a decade ago, back in 2011. But despite his experience, he still could not shake off the stress that came up with the welcome, and especially the one that occured when he had to welcome guests coming from a nation who had had very few or no ties at all with the Federalis Imperium.
Today, this nation was the United Island States of AHSCA, a small archipelago nation located in the middle of nowhere (according to many people), but in close proximity of another archipelago, the Islas Malditas, who the Empire had seized the year before in October in accordance with the principles of Terra Nullius, due to an abundance of ressources that had been found in the area.
This is why today, Foxter, wearing a cobalt-blue, long-sleeved shirt, with a silver necktie, as well as black suit pants and black dress shoes, (and a Masada 27 pistol behind his back) is standing on the tarmac of Adams Joint Air Base. Behind him, a red carpet, flanked on each side by a cordon of 10 soldiers in Dress Uniforms, belonging to the Imperial Army, the Imperial Air Force, the Imperial Navy, the Imperial Marine Corps and the Imperial Coast Guard.
To the right of the red carpet, the Astarian Air Force band is ready to play Adventu Fanfare, or Arrival Fanfare in Astarian, to welcome the guests, Duchess Marcella Villa and her little sister Princess Gisella Villa.
And finally, standing with him are two other people. To his right, a Native Astarian in an Astarian Air Force informal uniform, consisting of khaki trousers, ranger boots, and a blue polo shirt with the air force log on the left breast. On his head, a side cap, and on his right thigh, a holster holding a Masada 35 pistol.
This man is Major General Wes Purlito, the commander of Adams Joint Air Base.
And to Michael's left, a woman looking as if she was in the middle of her fourties, but who was nearing her sixtieth birthday. With long black hair reaching near her hips, green eyes sparkling with joy and energy, and wearing a white blouse with a red skirt, and a pair of sandals, one could easily mistake Jane Melnik for her daughter, Empress Anna Blachkor.
"So, Sir, how do you expect this to go? asks General Purlito to the Secretary of State.
-Well, like usual General, replies Foxter. The situation isn't tense between our two countries, so that's a start. The Duchess seems nice enough, and the program should take her to the same places that her lover Princess Aurelia visited a few months ago, so that's that.
-Indeed, adds Jane as she lifts her head back up from having looking to her smartphone, which she puts back in her skirt's pocket. I'm sure everything will be smooth. At least we don't have to deal with extremists trying to kill our guests because of rumors of an incestuous relationship or something similar.
-Yeah, what a mess it was Ma'am, replies Purlito with a nod, before the sound of reactors starts to grow louder in the distance, signalling the arrival of the plane carrying the Duchess, her sister and their guards, escorted by a quatuor of F-16 from the Astarian Air Force.
-All right, time to look sharp people," simply says Jane as the three Astarians straighten themselves, ready to welcome their guests.