NationStates Jolt Archive

A pair of blips appear in Iuthian airspace, moving swiftly from the edges to the airport. Visual contact shows a pair of long twin-rotor vtol craft with the eight-bladed rotors on long support struts. The tail is rotorless and closer examination of the struts and covered engines shows special joints for actually maneuvering the props themselves, allowing different directions, even if the range of motion is rather slim.

The craft is completely enclosed, hatches on the sides and a small canopy on the front for the cockpit. Six wheels on thin struts jut out from the bottom, a long canister, obviously a secondary reactor or an extra fuel tank is attached to the hull between the wheel struts.

The two craft come in side-by-side, and it's obvious that they're unarmed. The two craft land side-by-side in the designated area, rotors slowing to a stop. The side hatches fold open and four soldiers each exit the craft. They're all wearing body armor and backpacks with cables snaking around. Dusty brown robes cover most of their bodies and orange reflective goggles cover their eyes. Their hair is of varying length, from one being bald to one having longer hair, though they're all dusty.

Cradled in their arms are large, high-tech rifles that are at least the size of a normal squad-automatic weapon, cables connect to their backpacks and thick, boxy clips are attached to the weapons themselves. Cables and wires criss-cross the weapons as well, blinking readouts and diodes are scattered along the length as well. The diplomats have yet to disembark, however.

At the terminal in Iuthia Prima International Airport, Mick Lakely met up with Ambassador Kayla Harmone, another important figure in the Iuthian Diplomatic Corps. Kayla’s job as ambassador was an interesting carrier to follow, as other ambassadors were often stationed in various embassies across the world Kayla was something more of a freelance diplomat who had the title of ambassador because she often fulfilled a similar role during events where the nation in question didn’t have an Iuthian embassy.

More often then not Kayla’s job was to be present and to make judgements for James deGritz of certain people representing their nation in diplomacy and she was a trusted friend of James. However today she was to take a backseat to Mick Lakely, the Foreign Minister for Iuthia and just observe and assist.

“So what’s the latest Ms. Harmone?” He asked in a cold professional manner. Kayla was wearing her white dress, often seen when she was in formal situations such as this… for some reason while other members of the diplomatic corps had to wear suits, Kayla was permitted to break convention, possibly, Mick thought, because she wanted to register peoples reaction to it.

“They should be arriving within a couple minutes, they’re currently being prepared for landing, we should make our way on to the platform.” Kayla replied, almost in the same tone. She was young for someone in her position, maybe in her late twenties or early thirties. Others usually didn’t reach such a position until they are older but they had, like with many parts of Kayla’s work, made concessions.


It finally came to the moment of truth as the two foriegn craft were making their approach towards the platform, their helicopters were foreign in design and looked a little odd but still something like one might expect. The Iuthian security personnel made a few notes in regard to their design, but it was little to be concerned about. The small greeting party of Iuthian diplomats and security personnel waited.

The two helicopters started their landing and everyone without a helmet, which was all the of the Iuthian Diplomats, held their ears as their hair blew into the wind. The Iuthian security forces wore black uniforms and body armour, black was traditional colour of authority in Iuthia and the body armour was basic protection. Like the security forces getting off the helicopters, the Iuthian Security had high tech rifles held so that they weren't pointing at anyone but they were easy to bring to bear...

A tense moment followed as the diplomatic party from far away lands prepared to leave the safety of their craft.

One of the helicopters visibly shifts, as if a great weight is put on one side of it. A metal hand, roughly the size of a large human's grasps the outside roof of the hatch. A large man wearing a long, dusty black coat steps out of the vehicle. His right arm is a dull silvery metal, dented and pockmarked. His left leg seems to be the same composition, and certainly accounts for his weight.

Stepping down the steps, he moves past his guards, running his 'real' hand through his shoulder-length brown hair to straighten it out. He's outwardly unarmed, though it looks like he could do enough damage in hand-to-hand combat to make up for it. Half a second later, a child's voice echoes from inside the vehicle he just stepped out of. "Daaaadddy! Wait for me!" A young girl, no older than eight years old bounds down the steps. She has long, platinum colored hair done up in dual ponytails that go down to her waist.

Her clothing seems a lot cleaner, and she wears brown overalls with a white shirt that bears an animal print -- weasels, sand weasels. One notable point of interest, while her father appears unarmed, the child has a pair of .45's holstered at her waist. They're certainly not toys, and they're plated with a gold sand weasel design on the grip. The large man turns slightly and scoops her up with his metal arm, letting her sit on one of his shoulders.

Clapping and smiling, the little girl nods to the Iuthian diplomats. "HI! I'm Talia. This is my daddy." She seems overjoyed to introduce herself and her father, and the man just smiles, offering his hand. "Jake Silveira. Annd..." He turns to the other helicopter, two women descending and approaching now, perhaps just to let the first pair make their introductions.

One of them bears a striking resemblance to Talia, or perhaps the other way around. Blond hair done up in pigtails, her lithe form covered by a tight black suit, large dusty boots, and a grey flight jacket. She smiles, extending a hand after Jake. "Mia Silveira. Thank you for allowing us a visit. We have yet to decide on the ambassador, however."

The second woman stands back a bit, bearing a striking resemblance to Mia, though with darker, shorter hair. She just smiles, folding her hands in front of her. Glasses, tight black slacks, and a simple white button down shirt make up her very simple outfit, especially compared to the guards and the others. The biggest difference, however, is that she's carrying at least five small arms openly on her person. "Captain Fio 'Darksands' James of the Leviathan." She speaks and bows her head, then the entire group awaits the response of their hosts.

Watching the large man get out of the helicopter, Kayla noticed his metalic arm gripping onto the hull tight as he pulled himself out. He was a large man who managed to dwarf alot of the Iuthian Security Personnel present, though a couple of the men were close. The man had clearly seen alot of action in his lifetime, worked alot of hours himself and earned his scars, several of which could be seen as the man came towards the group sporting a calm smile.

"Daaaadddy! Wait for me!" A young girl then ran out of the helicopter towards her father, the larger man who then scooped her up into his arms and put her gentally on his shoulder. Many of the Iuthians smiled as they watched, visibly relaxing as the man takes care of his daughter. The Ambassador and the Foriegn Minister looked pleased as the man turns back to them. Many of them missed the girls weapons, which were glanced over because she was a child... however a few had noticed and raised eye-brows, Kayla was among them.

The young child on his shoulders caps and given the Iuthian diplomats a nod of recognition saying. "HI! I'm Talia. This is my daddy." The man then offers his hand saying "Jake Silveira. Annd..."

Two women finally exitted the helicopter as though they had waited for an introduction. Clearly they were related to the child as the resemblance was remarkable. The woman, with almost the exact same apearance as the child only older, spoke. "Mia Silveira. Thank you for allowing us a visit. We have yet to decide on the ambassador, however."

Kayla nodded politely and allowed the finally woman to speak. "Captain Fio 'Darksands' James of the Leviathan." She said. Her clothing seemed to back this up as she was wearing an assortment of weapons on various parts of her body, however this would be overlooked on the ground these were the leaders of the nation... an unexpected twist.

Now that they had all introduced themselves, Kayla introduced herself she looked a little surprised but she kept most of it behind her poker face. "Welcome to Iuthia, we didn't expect you to come personally however it is a pleasant surprise I assure you. Allow me to introduce myself." She looked towards the young child who had retained her excited attitude. "I'm Ambassador Kayla Harmone" She then gave a quick bow, an Iuthian custom was that both sexes bow, the curtsey wasn't heard of Iuthia.

"and I'm the Iuthian Foreign Minister, Mick Lakely... an honour to meet you and your family." he said, still shaking Jakes hand. "Like my colleague said, we are surprised you came personally. Had we known we would have had the Lord General greet you here personally. He will be most pleased to meet you."

He now motioned towards some transports which had been positioned in nearby for their arrival, the leaders of each set of security from both nations would probably discuss matters further which had been arranged previously. "We had planned on having your diplomats speak to James before setting up shop in their embassy, I'm sure you're anxious to meet him. Come this way please. Myself and Ms. Harmone will answer any questions you have."