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Thirty-Three Thousand Feet Above The North Atlantic:
The Czar sat comfortably in his CSU-337 coporate jet--which was escorted by four Su-71's--surrounded by several men from the Imperial Guard Unit, his personal security detail. The Czarina would have accompanied him, but she was back in Yakaiterburg with young Konrad. One of the guards spoke up,"Your Highness; May I speak freely?"

"Yes, you may."

"Herr, why exactly are we travelling to North-Western Europe just to meet with a new national ruler?"

"Obviously, you're somewhat of a rookie. In 2003, the land known as Exetoniae was still the Exetonian Empire. It was given to The Confederacy by its former king, and Greater Exetoniae is being founded by, what appears to be, that emperors former governmental executives."

"Ah, I see Herr. Sorry for displaying my stupidity before you, Your Highness."

The four escort fighters outside the plane gently hummed as they drew closer to Greater Exetonia. They were now flying over The White Cliff Of Dover. Oh what Katherine would give to see this..., Charles (The Czar) thought. It was a truely beautiful country, much like Der Vaterland. It was lush with thick forests and praires. Grass coated hills covered with wild flocks of sheep and rams in the mountains. Snow began to fall as they entered Greater Exetonian airspace.

"Luftwaffe One here, requesting airspace transition."

The Greater Exetonian flight command replied,"Luftwaffe One acknowledged. Sqwack code 55098."

"Sqwack code 55098 acknowledged. Changing heading to 025 and descending to 23,000 feet."

The Czar and his guards buckled up as they began to descend into The Royal Airstrip in Exeter. Charles looked out his window down on the bustling city. Cars stopped in the streets as the Su-71's flew overhead, escorting Luftwaffe One to meet with the Emperor.

The aircraft entered with two Su-71's, Luftwaffe One, then the remaining fighters. Each aircraft was taxied into designated and secure bunkers. Finally the Czar's aircraft came to a hault inside the prepared bunker. He stood--escorted by his guards of course--and made his way to the door. It opened and a stairway car rolled up to the open door...

(OOC: Now time for you, GE, to do your thing. Ya know, have army soldiers there in full salute while I exit, etc.)

As the Czar's airplane came to a hault on the tarmac of the airstrip, the proud but young Exetonians who had been placed on duty to meet the foreign dignitory shifted slightly. Awaiting him was a column from each of the two rival security organisations, The Imperial Sarduakr, who were out in force to protect The Emperor, and the SS-Abwehr, observerving as well as parading.

The troops outside struck up the Exetonian National Anthem, set to the music of "Oh Tannenbaum" as the Czar came into view, and a crisp salute was made by the ranks of soldiers standing ready. The various flags of Greater Exetonia fluttered in the breeze, one from each of the 9 regions, repeatedly interspesed with the Imperial Banner, an Imperial Eagle in gold on an Imperial Blue field.

A blue carpet was rolled out, and down it, walked His Divine Majesty Himself, Rydenburg von Exeter. A man in his mid-thirties, He was an exceptionally young Emperor, and He stuck out His hand in welcome,

"So good to see you Czar Charles, please follow me, we have quaters prepared for you and you staff in The Imperial Palace, and then maybe we can make a start on the negotiations?"

The Czar walked down the carpet, looking about. Charles Hayden extended his hand to the Emperor, shaking it with a firm grip. He then released and firmly elevated his arm into a crisp salute (OOC: Normal National Socialist salute). He then lowered it and stepped to a parallel to the Emperor. "That is fine Herr von Exeter. How far away are these quarters? Not to far I hope. It's a long flight from Der Vaterland to here. I don't know if I can even stand for too long!" He chuckled heartily.

Rydenburg returned the salute, and, chuckeling along began,

"No, The Imperial Palace is reasnable distance from the airport to prevent noise pollution reaching it, but we have a series of cars laid on fo you. The Palace is a large area, more of a mini-city, they will take you straight to your front door, as it were."

The two men filed into a seris of cars wainting a ready on the edge of the airport. The curious crowds being kept back by Saduka officers. As the the car of the two leader's pulled away, it was followed by various security forces, eager to be seen to be working. In the car, Rydenburg said,

"so, did you see much of My country on the flight over here, is it not a beautifull land. Exetonia always has been."

"Aye, I saw that you're near The Cliffs of Dover. I visited them when I was younger. Before the Great War (OOC: War between The Revolutionaries [Whites] and the Communists and Jews [USSR, America, etc.]) as it were. I was wondering, are they a part of Exetonia?"

The crowds outside the car caught the Czar's attention momentarily as he spoke.

Rydenburg leaned back in His seat,

"The White Cliffs? No, they are not Exetonian territory, they belong to our hated neighbours and enemies, the Croydonians. However, Exetonia has territorial claims on these lands, and the Croydonians have on ours, we both generally leave each other alone. It's an age old relationship that works."

Rydenburg, the more vain of the two, looked out the windown and smiled to see jubilant crowds waving Imperial Banners, and the Government symbol, the Hakenkreuz.

"The Croydonians are civilized people, they believe in the same things we do. If they were any other nation, we would be the closest of allies. Well, the foybles of history."

Rydenburg smiled, and started waving at the crowds

"I see... I also see your national symbol is the Swastika. Hmm.. We use The Weiss Kruez. A symbol used by militant revolutionaries in The Southern States to fight against the Zionist dogs." The Czar began waving at the crowds aswell, watching as they crowded around holding pictures of Charles and some with those of von Exeter. A sign flashed up stating: Charles, will you marry me! Czar Hayden laughed at it slightly as the car kept driving.

"Yes it is indeed. Sadly this Great nation has recently been racked by civil war, where liberals, communists and other various rebels and anarchists tried to overthrow our way of life. The people here, they are all true nationalists, upholding our way of life. The Hakenkreuz was used by all our armies in The Civil War. It now symbolises Exetonian national pride, and hope in the future as well."

The car rolled through the happy crowds, and into through the monolithic gates of The Imperial Palace, where, once inside, the sound of the crowds dissapeared totally. The car pulled up in front of a building of classical architecture.

"Ah, it looks like we've arrived, this is where your staff can set up shop for a while, for your stay, your sleeping quaters are just on the other side of the square."

As Czar Charles staff began filing in, the Czar himself and his bodyguard carried on, through large empty 'streets, flanked with grandiose government buildings, and adorned with many statues to past heroes.

As the Czar exited the cramped car, he followed the staf showing him to his room. He playfully hollered back to von Exeter. "Your Highness! I need a nap!" He then simply went to his quarters and fell asleep in the vast bed, his suit still on with his shoes knocked on the floor. Guards stood outside the door...

(OOC: Whenever you get back from sleeping, just act like it's the end of Charles' nap. Lol.)