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The Trade Confrence (Signups: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=341509) in ViZion City has now begun. We look forward to seeing all those who have signed up to attend shortly!

President Maybury him self will be attending, along with multiple other people, including the head of ViZion World Corp.

Being one not to be late, Kerrigan Starlight hastily prepares herself for the conference. Just being appointed to Head of Commercial development, she was a bit on the short end of the stick when it came to the knowalge of what the AESF had to offer. After packing all luggage and notes in a folder. She heads for her jet. As it takes off she falls to sleep. After about two hours, her companion, Artanis Silverslayer, wakes her and says it will be 30 minutes till they land.
This is AESF Flight BJ8 to Vizion ground control, we are requesting permission to land, over. We are carrying the AESF representitive to the trade conference.

Latez

Landing authorized, landing permission granted.

Roger that, we are preparing to land, After a short uneventful landing, Kerrigan finds a person holding up a sign with her name on it.
"Hello, I am Kerrigan. I am here for the trade conference, I take it you are here to take me to it?"
"Yes maam, if you will just follow me to the car. I have already taken your luggage to the limo."
"Alright then."
As they travel, Artanis and Kerrigan look around and see how great Vizion city trul is.
"Maddam, we are here."
Kerrigan enters the building and gets direction to get to the room.
Latez

"Lai Tana," Mr. Alson said over the phone, "gather your stuff. You're going to ViZion."

"What? What in the world are you talking about?" he said, just waking up.
"You're going to ViZion. Dictator Himsher contacted them just an hour ago about this, and has assigned you to go."
"How? Why? What is in ViZion?" he asked, very confused. "They are holding a trade convention. Gather your stuff and meet me at the field in 2 hours." and he hung up.

Lai Tana will be on her way shortly. (tomorrow)

Philenax, you will be turned away if you use humans as science projects as you indicated in another thread.

Ciudad de Realdorado, Presidential Palace, 17:00

El Presidente just finished his breakfast, when Armando Fuentes Cassillas, El Ministro de Economia, entered his office...

- Buenas tardes, senor Presidente. You sent for me?
- Si, Armando. You know that trade conference in ViZion City?
- Si, senor. I shall have to attend it, I presume?
- Si, Armando, naturalmente. You will be the head of our little delegacion.
- What delegacion? I thought I was going alone...
- No, Armando. I have assigned you an escort. Meet Felicia Castolo Merrida, your new adjunta!

A good-looking, tall, dark-haired senorita enters the room...
- Buenas dias, gentlemen. Senor Ministro, I am delighted to meet you, I sincerely hope I will be able to satisfy you in every way you find suitable.
- I am delighted to make your acquaintance, senorita Castolo Merida.
- Oh, please, call me Felicia.
- If you insist...

El Presidente rises from his seat, hugs them both heartily (especially Felicia) and escorts them to the door...

- I can see you will be getting along just fine. Armando, you know what needs to be done. Assign Felicia her tasks, make good use of her, she is muy competente. Adios!


ViZion City Airport, 22:36

Armando and Felicia alight from the plane, discussing the strategies for the upcoming convenction...

Kerrigan enters the room and sees very few people inside.
"I'm not late am I?"
Latez

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Mr. Troy will soon be on his way to this confrence.

And unarmed Mi-35 flew toward ViZion City. It got clearence to land and it did. Ameen was shuttled to the trade conference in a limo and made his way hastily to the room.

He entered the room. "Greetings from Hallad. I am Veteran Diplomat Ameen Abdel, and will be representing th intrests of my nation."

"This is N77104 we request a full stop landing ViZion City International."
"Uh, N77104 you are cleared to land via runway 27L."
"Roger that."
The silver 747-400 carrying the minister of commerce landed at Vizion City International on time at 7:00 pm.
"N77104 you please contact Vizion International Ground on 122.5 G'Day."
"Switching to 122.5, N77104. This is N77104 with you.
"N77104 please proceed to VIP parking taxiway A,C,P12."
"Roger, ground."
When the plane had parked in the VIP area the minister of Commerce Mark Rohr got off the plane and greeted the ViZion delegation that had met his plane with a limo.
"So I'm guessing your going to take me to the hotel?"

Alex J. Greene spent most of his long and uneventful flight going over his notes and sleeping. Mostly sleeping. The gamma radiation that was probably leaking out of the isomer reactor of the skyplane did not particularly bother him. Board of Estimates members had worse things to think about than a little radiation.

The original candidate for the meeting got shot five times in the back the night before, one of the casualties of the growing feud between the li'Illorin and Hanged clans in Weyr's capital megapolis of Wye. The predominantly elf and human li'Illorin was slaughtering the Hanged, and the Hanged was taking out its incompetence on hapless civilians. . .

"This is WAS Flight 119 to ViZion ground control, we are requesting permission to land, over."
"119, you are cleared to land . . ."

. . . Once through customs, Alex J. Greene somehow managed to get to the conference without any troubles. He carried no metallic or magnetic items, had no weapons, and looked like a perfectly regular six-foot-four elf with naturally green hair.

Assistant to the Chief of Staff for The Ministry of Economics Alan Prohl had a comfortable flight into ViZion. He had taken a first class flight and was quite looking forward to the conference. As usual the Vaadian official arrived like anyone else, the Vaadians having disdain for public funds being spent on government officials.

After passing through customs , he rented a car (a sensible sedan) and headed to his hotel, one as close to the conference site as he could get.

An emerald green Hawker Horizon private jet neared imported_ViZion airspace.

"India-Victor Control this is Echo Charlie Mike 3 requesting permission to approach and approach vector.
India-Victor Control this is Echo-Charlie-Mike 3 requesting permission to approach and approach vector.
Precious cargo aboard. Copy, Over."

Everyone have been granted permission to enter our airspace. Welcome to ViZion!

The Hawker Horizon came in for approach as other aircraft were vectored to different runways.
Councilman O' Bannon watched as the plane landed.
This was his first solo representing the Council and Erinin and the AOH.
Luckily he had spent much time the seniors of the Fenian Council so he was certain he could avoid making a complete ass of himself.

The Royal 747 was one mile outside Vizonian airspace. The F-16 escorts ehich had been following Prince Shapour's aircraft turned around for the Tabriz airbase. Prince Shapour was nervous, he had never been on a diplomatic mission before. He hoped that he would not bungle it up.
The pilot contacted Vizon city, "This is the Parthian Prince Shapour's aircraft, requesting permission to land, over"

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Bernard Spinner had only been CEO of Thrace General Mining for a week when the offer to visit ViZion came through. Now he and his opposite number from High Steaks Agricorp, William Jameson, were on board Spinner's private jet and heading for the trade conference. As the pilots neared ViZion airspace and requested clearance, Jameson felt the need to apologise for his lack of transport yet again.

"It's just that we're going through lean times, you know? When you combine our subsidies being wiped out and the propaganda campaign against meat, I doubt if any of the small farmers will be left in five years' time."

"I know, Buck." Though Bernard knew 'Buck' Jameson was no small farmer; he was ruthless, and not afraid to use political influence to secure a major sale. Why else would he be on this delegation?

"What's the plan when we land, Bernard?"

"Well, the Department of Commerce is going to bring us to the conference. They've only sent one guy who did trade before and two new faces, so we should be able to run rings around them."

"OK. I'm going up to the pilot to ask whether we've got air clearance yet." Jameson rose from his leather seat. Bernard started to prepare his list of prospective buyers.