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Kay Medical

. . .

Invites you to an exclusive warfare systems exposition,

to be held at the end of the week,

as an all-expense paid trip courtesy of Kay Medical.

Please respond promptly.



best,



Shannon Cooper



TG FOR INFO

Bump for interest.

Possibly relevant to my intrests...

I'm in.

"Fodmodmadtol has weapons?" exclaimed the junior Minister of War. It was a startling revelation. While most members in the FKC were assumed by the Vrakian Ministry of War to be heavily armed and a tad psychotic, the state affectionately known as "Fod" remained an enigma to the various echelons in the Vrakian government. There was contact, but it was limited and, so far, Fodmodmadtol was relegated to the periphery of Klatchian affairs - at least according to the walruses and humans alike that occupied Vrak.

It seemed that things were changing however. Fodmodmadtol was actually allowing others a peak at their wares and while Vrak still maintained their dislike of foreigners (at least ones that tried to invade, control, or otherwise be a nuisance to internal Klatchian affairs), the Vrakians were also up for trade and diplomacy with other states and the wider world at large.

"Yes, apparently they do," replied the senior Minister who looked at his subordinate and suppressed a yawn. His large, walrus head rolled to one side and peered at his computer screen. He frowned in a walrus way which, if one were not familiar with them, would be nearly indistinguishable from how the walruses would usually look.

A whisker twitch. Then, in a sonorous voice, the senior minister said,

"I think that you should go there to represent our interests. I'm sure the VIS would like to tag along as well."
"Me?" burbled the junior minister, "why me?"
"Because, quite honestly, it will give you some experience with the other states in the FKC. And while you're at it, better ring up someone from the, what is it, the Intergovernmental Klatchian Affairs office...yes...I think that is the name."
"Very well. I shall make the arrangements."
"And don't go blabbing to anyone what we have. No reason to draw attention to ourselves. Be evasive."

The last remark was hardly necessary. As anyone who managed to climb the ranks in the Vrakian government, one had to have not only a certain amount of moxie, but also a fair degree of slipperiness. It helped, after all, to mask your true self to those whom you weren't sure of where their allegiance belonged to.

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A diplomatic note from the Ministry of Rites was couriered to the esteemed Shannon Cooper, explaining that the Vrakians would be sending a delegation to the warfare systems exposition and that they would be honoured to attend. While part of the note was vague on timetables and whatnot (for obvious security reasons), the Vrakians did also ask the Fodmodmadtols if it would be possible for any private concerns from the Vrakian military establishment to also be in attendance. The junior minister was confident that the major conglomerates such as Gargantua Inc and Hyperion Corp would jump at the opportunity.

Please arrive promptly at noon,

at Kay Island,

on the Klatch Coast,

to be welcomed by myself among others.



best,



Shannon Cooper

OOC: can edit if needed

IC:

"We will be arriving in 30 minutes sir," said the aide to the junior minister.
"Argh. Thank you," replied the walrus. A dismissive wave with the flipper and the aide turned and went back to his seat where he huddled with the rest of the staff. The truth was that the junior minister felt a bit nervous and exhilarated at the prospect of representing an important branch of the Vrakian government. He turned and saw more seasoned veterans of the Inter-Klatchian Affairs office, the Vrakian Intelligence Service, or commonly known as the VIS to the outside world, and some high powered VPs from leading Vrakian companies. He was on a first name basis with many of those gathered, but never before did they participate in a delegation to another Klatchian state.

He rolled his head to the dossier given to him by a VIS agent including all they knew about Fodmodmadtol. Scant, to be sure. He grinned as he thought that the VIS will do the usual practice of ferreting out information as to who else would be there and what their background was. So far, they didn't know who else would be in attendance and Vrakians hated to be unprepared, even though they could rationally understand the security measures behind such a practice. He wondered idly if any other Klatchian states would be there. It would be a treat, he thought, if Ilek-Vaad were to show up or perhaps a well-known outside power. Unlikely, he thought, given the relatively low profile of Fodmodmadtol on the world stage. Still, he was ready for the unexpected.

The hypersonic transport edged closer to Kay Island, its cherry red exterior glistening in the morning sun. The great seal of the Ministry of War on the tail wing glowered at the sky while the navigator sent out the appropriate IFF codes to the Kay Island airbase, essentially transmitting that they are a friendly approaching.

High above, a Vrakian satellite which was tasked with monitoring the flight of the Vrakian transport began to sweep also for others that would be approaching the island. The configuration of the an arrival's plane (or whatever) would be sent to the VIS computers which would then attempt to establish a match with known political entities mode of transportation. Dragons, gravships, or other unusual matches would undoubtedly cause the VIS to become much more...active.

Kay Island; a seemingly free-standing airstrip stretching over open ocean.

Radio waves trickled into the air from deep underwater.

"Welcome to Kay all friendly aircraft, center runway is cleared for landing."

All lay bare where all can see, while deep beneath that everything was wild.

"I don't like this," muttered the pilot to no one in particular. With ease, he guided the hypersonic transport to the centre runway and executed a perfect landing. Still, it was a bit unnerving to land the aircraft in what appears to be a deserted airstrip in the middle of the ocean. It was one thing to land a plane on an aircraft carrier but this gave the impression that the airstrip was actually the open mouth of some great sea creature that would suddenly snap its jaws shut.

The transport, which was capable of landing on a short runway in an emergency, taxied to what appeared to be a open area off the runway and halted. An enormous tattooed Inuit bodyguard exited first, followed by the rest of the delegation. The small party didn't stray far from the transport, instead opting to find shade under the bulk of the aircraft. There appeared to be no one around, and the bodyguard stood a few meters away in a sentry role.

Inside, the pilot keep the engines at a low whine, ready to evacuate everyone and rendezvous with the aircraft carrier King's Hammer which, along with her escort, held position of approximately 200 nautical miles to the west.