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Shaul sat with Keldan in a mighty ship, wich was heading directly for Angband as fast as it could. It was imperrative that they got these talks started as soon as possible. The 610 meter vessel roared through the sky, and suddenly slowed down and halted, staying afloat by many thrusters.
"Angband this is the Reaver from Diablo_NL, we have Shaul Fiacre on board, who is expected for talks with your lord. Please clear us for landing." The ship send to the controll center of Angband.

Jay Reaven rose from his bed as the speaker in his wall cursed at him:

'Reaven, get your goddamn lazy ass out here. You've got a pending appointment with delegates from Diablo_NL. ATC has informed us that their craft is seeking landing clearance. Get your ass up!'

The irate Foreign Minister hastily dressed himself, gathered his things, and left, muttering to himself. He made his way to the conference room, and waited.

***

"This is Angband Air Traffic control. Your craft has been cleaered for landing on strip 6, sector 117-a. Heading 280 degrees south. Inform crew and security personnel to stand down and prepare for inspection. Welcome to Dor Daedoloth."

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/melkor.jpg

The craft slowly flew forward again to the designated strip. It touched down slowly and gently onto the ground. A door opened and a long retractable staircase rolled out from it. On top of the staircase stood Shaul with Keldan by his side. They were both dressed in a militairy uniform, each navy blue and with a few medals. They both still had their scabbards tied to their waist, but without their swords.
A few guards stood by their sides, their rifles pointed downward to the ground, their hands off of the trigger.

The craft slowly flew forward again to the designated strip. It touched down slowly and gently onto the ground. A door opened and a long retractable staircase rolled out from it. On top of the staircase stood Shaul with Keldan by his side. They were both dressed in a militairy uniform, each navy blue and with a few medals. They both still had their scabbards tied to their waist, but without their swords.
A few guards stood by their sides, their rifles pointed downward to the ground, their hands off of the trigger.

The craft was immediately surrounded by dozens of humvees, packed with troops. Men file out and stand in neat rows around the ship, keeping a close eye out for anything unexpected. One of the hummers stops about 20 feet away from the ship, and a squad of men file out, striding to the ship in a neat formation. At the head of the group walks a man slightly larger than the others, dressed in dark crimson--standing out from the rank and file olive drab of his footsoldier counterparts. The squad climbed the craft's stps, the captain hailing the diplomats with an Imperial military salute.

"On behalf of Lord Melkor and his Glorious Imperium, I bid you a most hearty welcome to our grand capital of Angband. If it pleases the delegation, we should now move to the conference room where Foreign Minister Jay Reaven awaits."

Shaul and Keldan returned the salute with one of their own. "Thank you, it is an honour to be here. Please lead the way." Shaul replied, sounding happy but still a bit sarcastic.
A few of the guards stepped back into the craft, leaving 8 behind, wich are to remain at Shaul's side at all times.

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