A Summit in Constantinople [Invite Only]

[Awesome Imperium]

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The Imperial Palace
Constaninople, Imperia

The Imperial Palace of Constantinople was described by many as being a city inside of a city, with its sprawling gardens filled with lush vegetation and the exquisite halls and magnificent edifices which put to shame the great palaces of Versailles, the Hermitage, and the Forbidden City. The crown jewel of the Caesarian dynasty, highlighting the wealth and power few could match that the House of Caesar possessed. Visitors were often taken aback by the price and beauty of the palace when they visited, with the architecture mixing elementary from Classical, Baroque, Byzantine, Ottoman, and other influences from all over the empire, covering grandeur and sublimity as a nod not only to the Imperial Family, but the Caesarean State as a whole, located next to the mighty Bosporus, upon which, magnificent battleships, old and new were docked at the embankments, behind which were the buildings from the Ottoman and Byzantine eras, hidden by vines and gardens of lush vegetation.

It was here, that the Empire's diplomats would receive their Meillura Counterparts. Days of preparation had been underway, and the diplomats carefully chosen for the meeting to accompany the Empress Mother and Empress Dowager. Everything was prepared and now, the Imperial Family awaited the arrival of the diplomats in a grand hall which would put Versailles to shame, with it's marble Corinthian gollum's and golden engravings and magnificent wall frescos and chandeliers all illuminated by the sunlight, a paradise on earth.

Metropolitan Capital City of Constantinople Executive Airport
Constantinople, Imperia

The Executive Airport in Constantinople, formerly known as Istanbul Ataturk Airport had been previously left to abandon, being renovated after purchased from the Metropolitan Council of Constantinople by the Imperial Government to be an airport for exclusive use by Federal Officials and as a Military Airport. It was here where the diplomats would arrive, greeted by representatives of the Imperial government and their motorcades, escorts provided courtesy of the Gendarmeria Nationals de la Status Caesariana. It was from there that they would be take by motorcade, through the heart of the Queen of Cities ad through the Medieval walls of the Imperial Capital and to the Imperial Palace on the Bosporus River, right by the Glistening Dome of the Hagia Sophia Cathedral, Ottoman Palace, and the Sultan Ahmed II Mosque. There would take place the meeting, in the presence of the Empress Dowager and Empress Mother.

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[Lejira]

Metropolitan Capital City of Constantinople Executive Airport
Constantinople, Imperia

The delegation of the Kingdom of Lejira arrived in the city of Constantinople. The city's grand architecture — a blend of Eastern grandeur and Western elegance — reflected the city's reputation as a crossroads of cultures. Ignoring the opulence of the sprawling city, the Lejirans stepped down from their plane.

At the head of the delegation, a dressed in the black and dark blue ceremonial uniform of an officer of the Royal Household Guard, stepped out first — Prince Idras, younger brother of King Aymon IX of Lejira. Prince Idras bore the quiet intensity of a man who had been trained for leadership in a nation built on martial prowess. His expression was unreadable, his sharp eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings, looking to the waiting Imperian representatives that had come to greet them. His silver-plated studded breast plate , a part of the uniform left over from the days of the Royal Marches gleamed even under the light, a dark blue beret perched on his head as he marched with military precision. Beside him, his trusted retinue — a handful of elite guards — flanked him with their disciplined, rigid posture. They were a striking sight in their uniforms and studded ceremonial breastplates, an embodiment of Lejira's militaristic ethos.

Following after Prince Idras, Divisional General Damien Omaravo stepped out. At 78 years old, the general’s graying hair and weathered face bore the marks of decades spent in the military. His tall, lean form was clad in a dark, uniform adorned with insignia of his rank — the ornate breastplate of the armored division, gleaming slightly despite its evident age. Omaravo's deep-set eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the surroundings with a veteran’s alertness, though his demeanor was one of restrained authority, as befitting a man who faithfully served under three kings. His gait was slower than that of the Prince, but there was an unyielding strength to his every movement, and his posture remained unbent — even in a foreign land.

The remaining three officials, all high-ranking members of Lejira’s military and diplomatic corps, emerged from the plane in lockstep, their appearances matching the same austere, warrior-like aesthetic. Each one was a mirror image of Lejira’s militaristic culture: disciplined, focused, and purposeful. Their faces were hard and unreadable, their movements practiced and precise, as they took their positions behind the Prince and General.

[The Mastiffite Kingdom]

An Avimas AMC 1130 touches down at the Executive Airport near central Constantinople. It wears a sleek silver livery with blue and white stripes along the belly and sides. The Mastiffite roundel, a blue and white diagonally-striped disc with yellow-outlined red bars on either side, can be seen on the sides of the fuselage, and on the wings. The tail harbours a heavily simplified version of the national flag, acting as the fin flash.
The air stairs make contact with the hull, and the craft's door elegantly opens. A red carpet is rolled down the air stairs and beyond. From within the wood-panelled interior of the modified aeroplane, Minister of Foreign Affairs Dylyun Jungs and Vice Admiral Dorhys Lee step out, accompanied by hordes of Royal Housecarls dressed in privately-purchased suits with a Mastiffite flag pin on the lapel. Vice Admiral Lee wears the Mastiffite Navy's warm weather service uniform while the Minister wears the Army's equivalent.
The group hurriedly marches down the long red carpet and into a car decorated with Imperian flags, and several, much smaller ones for the bodyguards, each accompanied by multitudes of Gendarmes, each raring to go.

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Metropolitan Capital City of Constantinople Executive Airport
Constaninople, Imperia

The Lejiran delegation was welcomed by the representatives of the Imperial Government, being escorted to their vehicles by Imperial Gendarmes. Their security however, would have to surrender their weapons over upon reaching the Imperial Palace and submit to a security check. The Motorcade would go through he city on the main highway which snaked through the Queen of Cities, escorted by National Police cars with their flashing lights and loud sirens to the Old city.

The motorcade then pulled up at the palace gates, through which they were ushered through by the guard, and inside the walled Palatial Complex where they were greeted by the imposing facade of the Palace and the Augustaion Square, closed on two sides by Portico's and Colonnades leading to other areas of the Palace and the world renowned Imperial Gardens.

There they were greeted by Colonel Valeria Ramirez, flaked by Imperial Army Captains Beaufort, Di Caprio, and Rosso, the senior Military Aides to the Empress and dressed in elaborate ceremonial uniforms to reflect their posting, service, and rank, with Colonel Ramirez having been commanding officer of the Port of Ouangore during the Boguilian Succession Crisis.

The Colonel extended her hand to greet the Prince and the General, "Your Royal Highness. General," the Colonel said with a nod, "Welcome to Imperia, I hope you had a good journey. Their Imperial Majesties are expecting your presence." The Colonel motioned with one hand towards Captain Di Caprio who would escort the Prince and his Delegation to the Admiralty Room where the summit was to take place.

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Metropolitan Capital City of Constantinople Executive Airport
Constantinople, Imperia

The Security at the Executive Airport was taken aback at the large number of guards the Mastiffite Minister of Foreign Affairs had brought with him, quite unusual for such a small scale diplomatic summit. The welcoming committee greeted the Mastiffites and security beckoned the Housecarls to side for them to surrender their weapons and go through the airports security before following the Minister and Vice-Admiral's motorcade to the Palace, albeit under stricter surveillance from the Gendarmerie than Prince Idris' security.

Like Prince Idris they were greeted by Colonel Ramirez who beckoned for them to follow Captain Beaufort to the Admiralty Room.

"If your excellencies would follow me," said the Captain as he led the way through the Labyrinthine maze that was the Imperial Palace, through halls ad rooms filled with Palace Staffers, footmen, Government Officials and Nobles alike. The Halls decked out opulent in gold and jewels also displayed pieces of art, with the Grand Hall of the Augusti displaying portraits of the Roman Emperor's, with a large piece of tapestry at the end of the hall, suspended above the doors displaying the portrait of Empress Julia I Augusta, the Empress and Autocrat of the Romans and the Caesarean State's Monarch.

In the Admiralty room, the only other delegation present were the Lejirans, with the Imperials yet to arrive. Footmen, however, were posted by the gates, ready to attend to their guests, and the table in the center of the room had on it, plates of fruit, delicacies, and small cakes as well as the essentials for really any Imperial, Water, Wine, and Coffee.

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[The Mastiffite Kingdom]

The Security at the Executive Airport was taken aback at the large number of guards the Mastiffite Minister of Foreign Affairs had brought with him, quite unusual for such a small scale diplomatic summit. The welcoming committee greeted the Mastiffites and security beckoned the Housecarls to side for them to surrender their weapons and go through the airports security before following the Minister and Vice-Admiral's motorcade to the Palace, albeit under stricter surveillance from the Gendarmerie than Prince Idris' security.

Like Prince Idris they were greeted by Colonel Ramirez who beckoned for them to follow Captain Beaufort to the Admiralty Room.

"If your excellencies would follow me," said the Captain as he led the way through the Labyrinthine maze that was the Imperial Palace, through halls ad rooms filled with Palace Staffers, footmen, Government Officials and Nobles alike. The Halls decked out opulent in gold and jewels also displayed pieces of art, with the Grand Hall of the Augusti displaying portraits of the Roman Emperor's, with a large piece of tapestry at the end of the hall, suspended above the doors displaying the portrait of Empress Julia I Augusta, the Empress and Autocrat of the Romans and the Caesarean State's Monarch.

In the Admiralty room, the only other delegation present were the Lejirans, with the Imperials yet to arrive. Footmen, however, were posted by the gates, ready to attend to their guests, and the table in the center of the room had on it, plates of fruit, delicacies, and small cakes as well as the essentials for really any Imperial, Water, Wine, and Coffee.

Vice Admiral Lee hisses at Minister Yungs, his voice almost loud enough to be heard by the other people in the room. "I knew we should've brought less security!"
Dylyun responds with a whisper.
"So? At least we know we'll be safe."
"Yes, but everyone's looking at us suspiciously."
Mr. Jungs begins to laugh, before almost yelling. Many in attendance look at him.
"Since when were you socially anxious? You always come to our meetings in that uniform. I say m-"
Dorhys cuts him off.
"Maybe you shouldn't yell? Imperia's relationship with us seems fragile already, you don't want to harm it further."
Dylyun pauses. After a while, he begins sheepishly talking again.
"You're right."
"And it's not just 'social anxiety' I'm worried about, showing up with tons of soldiers is very... well, very bad."
"They're bodyguards though.
"They are in the army."
After another pause, Dylyun speaks again.
"Hey, they have drinks over there. D'you want one?"
"That sounds lovely. Can you get me a glass of water?"
Minister Yungs goes to pour himself a cup of coffee and his colleague a cup of water. In the meantime, the Vice-Admiral leans back in his chair and waits for Imperian delegates to arrive. He mutters to himself.
"Awfully late to something happening in their own country... unless it's another empire in attendance..."