Kashmir Restaurant, Rapture Republic
Depth 600 Meters below the North Atlantic Ocean.
By the Order of the Supreme Chancellor John Mercer, Hero of the Rapture Republic, and Harbinger of the Aquarian Revolution, and founder of the New Order Doctrine. The Iron Alliance first and the hopeful summit has been scheduled to be commissioned at the luxurious and world-renown Kashmir Restaurant, a high-end five-star restaurant for those with wealth, hard-earned merit, and influence in the upper echelons of both local and Global Circles. That can converse with the best quality of treats from the Indian subcontinent below the North Atlantic Ocean. The Supreme Chancellor and his closest associates seek in this summit to establish an intergovernmental organization that is not driven by a shared ideology to impose upon the rest of the world in vain hopes to bring forth a utopia that will, and have only bring ruination to those forced to implement the incompatible ideology to their once sovereign society reaping the devastating consequences of it. Instead, this intergovernmental organization will be driven by true cooperation, and understanding that a better world can only from cooperation and understanding to all views so that future generations can grow up in the future that is stable, secure, and full of economic plenty to take advantage of to establish their destinies and further enrich their local communities and nations at large. As this intergovernmental organization, the Iron Alliance will only operate in a pragmatic lens to achieve this, and outcast any viewpoint that is idealist, which does not have a bearing on the physical reality.
He and his compatriots understand that this new way of operating on the international community will need further discussion and explanation to convince or merely gain intrigue if nothing else to make the Iron Alliance gain more members than what it already has currently. In their infinite grace, we wish all leaders and representatives to attend this summit in great hopes that we can change the current World Order with a New World Order that stands as an alternative that will benefit all and not a just few.
After the announcement was published worldwide prior to the exact date of the summit, the Rapture Republic would be in a state of temporary martial law as the arrangements were underway, and all industries would be mandated to follow the State's instructions to ensure that the Republic can handle an influx of the movers and shakers of the world that will be attending the meeting. The floating cargo dock that encircles the iconic Lighthouse would be extended tenfold for additional ships and serve as a landing pad for helicopters, and have a heavy presence of uniformed men and women to guard their vehicles, and with the generosity of the Republic give maintenance free of charge as the summit is held. Otherwise, the surface and not mentioned below waters of the North Atlantic recognized as Rapture's national waters would be swarmed by patrol boats on the outlook for potential trouble that would without warning be intercepted and extinguished.
Otherwise, as the Supreme Chancellor who stood at the second level of the Kashmir Restaurant's glass dome would be found with a glass of red wine, as he appreciated the marvel of Rapture and the feats of engineering that had gone into establishing a settlement born into a nation at the bottom of the ocean. It was a shame that this nation had to be born with a bloody history like most countries have been born, but that bloodstain was necessary to ensure its survival from a man who nearly brought this grand city-state to become the next lost city of Atlantis. And he was the one to ensure that man never got the opportunity and was brought to justice for his reign of madness and terror. "Your excellency, it has been relayed to me, by that cosplayer, we dare call our Minister of State Security that everything is in place, and Rapture internally is safer than it ever was. No hooligans will disrupt or taint the Fatherland's name tonight. As for the military, my brothers and sisters have successfully achieved that our guests will have smooth sailing, and flying to our humble docks." High Marshal Aerial Mercer reported, getting the stand to the news of the current events, and knowing that the Chancellor prefers to get to the point, without asking to get there. "Excellent news, Marshal. But please, give the Minister credit, where it is due. He is from a strange culture, and what he wears is simply an expression of where he comes from. " Chancellor John Mercer approving of the report and emphasizing the need to show respect to one's comrade, as this wasn't the time for bantering and joking about. "Understood, I shall try, and shall my damnest too." Ariel saluted, understanding the message, and nonverbally being dismissed by the Chancellor's wave of the hand.
"Everything is coming onto place, and now for the hard part, persuasion." Chancellor John Mercer said to himself as he took a sip of his glass as he watched a right whale swim by the glass, unaware of the point-defense spear turrets targeting it in case it gets too close to the window.
The Arrivals.
North Atlantic Ocean
Lighthouse Cargo Docks.
Few hours after the conservation between the High Marshal and the Chancellor on the status of the final preparations being green to go for the guests to arrive and make themselves comfortable as surface dwellers could do, when deep below the ocean blue, and may have a case of fear from drowning from their mind betraying them on the impossibility. Given how long Rapture lasted, and the material known as Ryanium that was made to withstand the pressuring depths of the ocean. Though the secret of how it worked remained a mystery and only to a selected few in the higher echelons of the Government and Elite. Nevertheless, General Vladimir Skullus was setting in the control room of the Lighthouse which had been updated considerably to serve as the watch station for the ongoings on the floating cargo deck that surrounds the lighthouse as cargo ships come in, and offload goods to be taken to the city below the sea, and receive goods from the city to be shipped off to countries nearby and far away. It was clear skies, and all was normal, for the moment, workers would be doing their duties, and the increase of soldiers on the docks was running patrols and basic drills as the navy had boats patrolling the perimeters that couldn't be seen by the Lighthouse, at least, not visually, and only by radar and enhanced scopes.
The Air force would only have a few attack helicopters flying about, as jets were only launched for emergency purposes, and remained for the most part sealed inside the subcarriers, and the city's air-to-surface launch hangers. "It is estimated that our sea-loving land lovers will be arriving shortly so men, make sure to be on good behaviour and if anyone starts trouble. Remind them where the exit is." Vladmir said over the radio as the radar picked up vessels sea, air, and strangely enough space-born closing in on this location. "Well, it seems we may also have to be cautious with the space-loving types, but still, they won't be getting special treatment." He stated, with surprise in his voice, but keeping to the command he was given, and putting out a cigar as a few vessels came to view, and ignited it.