NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Anyone who has not responded to this thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=406867), or signed up in accordance with it's rules (first post) will be ignored. So you guys can start ariving now, sorry for the short post.

IC:
Admiral Guanikeyu stood over the shoulder of the young officer who was manning the communications hub. It was his duty, as commanding officer of the External Relations department, to welecome the guests who had been invited, and she just didn't trust the young man.
"Inform me the moment people start ariving. Remember, everyone on that list is alowed, and no one else. Fighter escorts may also arive, got it?" He said, making sure the young man looked at the list sitting beside him.
"Yes sir." was all he responded as he continued to moniter the local air traffic.

Admiral Guanikeyu returned to his pacing of the room. It wasn't very busy around his department, but rarely did things like this happen and he was nervous.

[tAg]

EDIT: [OOC: I just realized I am in the wrong nation, i will post tommorow as Communist Brazil. Argh.]

[Tag. Dont want to fuck this all up, so I'll post a nice long post later.]

OOC; Retag.

OOC: ermm...did this die?

OOC: No, come on people. Otherwise the next time I decide to do something, I'll just do it and let everyone figure it out without me RPing!

Four Raven XG3T's, two on each wing, escorted the Royal Families private jet as they flew through international airspace, to protect against anything that might come up until they reached Dostanuot Loj airspace.

"We're coming up on Dostanuot Loj airspace, want us to us to pull away yet, sir?"

One of the pilots asked over the radio to the pilot of the jet.

"Yes."

He responded.

"Roger that."

The pilot singaled a salute, and he pulled back first, followed by the other three jets, they sped back to Tocrowkia. The Royal family was sitting in the back, making sure they looked presentable.

"I hope they like those gifts..."

Thought Emperor Josef. He had brought a variety of gifts, because he really didnt know what they would like, and he hoped at least one would meet with their approval.

"This is Toc-77, requesting entrance into your airspace."

The Pilot said over the radio to anyone that might be listing.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, gotta get this going.

It took only moments for the young officer manning the communication hub to respond to the call just redirected to him.
"Toc-77, you are cleared to enter our airspace. Am FP-12 fighter should be appearing off your right side shortly, they will guide you in to Uruk Air Force base, where you are cleared to land imediatly on runway nine. Welecome to our land." The young officer spoke in near perfict English, one of the reasons he had been chosen for this duty. He typed in directions for one of the FJ-12's that were already in the air to meet Toc-77, and turned back to Admiral Guanikeyu.
"Sir, Tocrowkian aircraft is on it's way in. Runway nine."
"Thank you, now keep an eye out for the others. I'm going to the runway to meet them." Admiral Guanikeyu said, grabbing his hat and walking out the door to an awaiting vehicle, which took him to the offload pad on runway nine.

List of Characters

-David Macker: Main Character, President of Foxtecha
-Katrina Macker: Wife of David Macker
-Michelle Macker: David's only daughter, Chairwoman of the board of directors
-Michael Macker: CEO of Foxtecha
-John Macker: Vice President of Foxtecha
-James Macker: Unavailable, on Fox Flight 1 commanding the Elite Black Guard in Quiblchistan, Head of the Elite Black Guard
-Robert Macker: Unavailable, currently running for Vuhifellian President
-Peter Macker: David's youngest son, Finance director of Foxtecha
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Fox Flight 2(Boeing 787)
Second Official Transport for Foxtecha Corporation VIP's and the Macker family

David Macker: Craaaaaaap, we're late(fixing tie)

James Macker(On telecom): Well no crap, you're are currently 3 hours late, nice one dad!

David Macker: Oh you shut up!

Katrina Macker: Hey Paul(Pilot), how many hours away are we from Dostanout Loj airspace?

Paul: We should be landing in thirty minutes, buckle your seat belts and put your trays into upright position!

Peter: Haha, funny....

Co-Pilot: Dostanuot Loj, requesting permission to enter your airspace?

David Macker: !!!, Oh my God, Can't we hurry this up?

Paul: Thats what happens when James takes the better one...

David Macker: Oh well, have you requested permission to enter airspace?

Paul: Yup, think they will like the presents?

David Macker: Maybe, Dunno if they'll enjoy the marble statues of all the native Vuhifellian Gods though....

OOC: No, come on people. Otherwise the next time I decide to do something, I'll just do it and let everyone figure it out without me RPing!

OOC: I think I'll send Telegrams to all the nations that replied to tell them the RP started

OOC: lol, sure go ahead.

IC:
Again, the young officer jumped onto his duty, this was getting easier for him now that he wax expecting it.
"Affirmative Fox Flight 2, you are granted permission to land. Continue on your heading, an FJ-12 fighter plane will meet with you approxemetly four minutes into our airspace, they will guide you to Uruk Air Base, where you may land on runway three. Welecome to our land."

OOC: I got in on this as I recall, so I'll be posting in this thread ASAP.

~ Romandeos.

OOC: I got in on this as I recall, so I'll be posting in this thread ASAP.

~ Romandeos.

OOC: In your other account I suppose dude >.>
Hehe.. I love when people don't realise they're in a puppet.

OOC: In your other account I suppose dude >.>
Hehe.. I love when people don't realise they're in a puppet.

OOC: Don't laugh at the mistakes of others unless you are yourself faultless.

IC:

Prime Minister Taunja Lockeheart checked herself one last time and then tried to keep up a calm spirit as the government jet detailed to transport her on this occasion flew in to the airspace of Dostanuot Loj, escorted by a grand total of four SZ-2 Albatross fighters of the Romandeosian Royal Navy Air Arm, each flown by an Expert-qualified pilot.

“I know His Majesty is a smart man and that he generally knows what he is doing, but the King Himself is better suited to things like this, not me. I’m a desk-jockey, for the love of the Good Lord in Heaven!”

“Madame Prime Minister?” a young Royal Navy officer interrupted her loud complaining as he looked into the main compartment from the cockpit.

“Hmmm?” she asked.

“Madame Prime Minister, we have entered the airspace of Dostanuot Loj,” he said.

“Request instructions,” she ordered, and the officer retreated back into the cockpit to send a request for instructions from the local authorities.

OOC: I have yet to post in my puppet nation as my main, so I'm faultless.

IC:
As soon as the Romandeos aircraft entered Dostanuot Loj airspace, it was greeted by a lone FJ-12 fighter, which pulled quickly to it's side.
"Romandeos aircraft, this is the Department of External Relations communication hub." Came across the radio, but not from the fighter, "You are cleared entrance to our airspace, and we have sent an FJ-12 to escort and guide you to Uruk Air Force base, where you are cleared to land on runway two. Please follow the pilot of the FJ-12, and welecome to our land."
Only a few moments later the pilot of the FJ-12 looked into the transports cockpit, getting eye contact with the pilot, and nodding, moptioning with his hand to follow him as he pulled ahead and slightly above the transport to guide them in.

Just then, a single Gaian High-Mobile Warship Folds in almost into low orbit above the planet, and above Dostanuot Loj airspace, if one extends it that far above the surface.

A single transmission is sent.


This is the diplomatic party from the Gaian Ascendancy, here to attend the celebrations below. If this is acceptable, we will come to the surface shortly.

Gaian Diplomatic Party

[Totally have to get a post in here soon. I've been very busy.]

Reply to the Gaian Diplomatic Party:
Yes, you are welecome here, and please come at your leisure. Do you require an escort, or guide? I am afraid it will take us approxemetly an hour to get one of our YF-100's into the air and to you, as it is all we have capable of such altitude.
Again, welecome to our land.


OOC: Heh, future tech nations make cool entrances.
Yes Novikov, you do >.>

OOC: I did not mean just that sort of mistake. Let us drop this subject. Agreed?

IC:

Prime Minister Lockeheart looked her outfit over as the plane began to follow the fighter. Looking out the window next to her seat, she could see the four escorting SZ-2 fighters as they pulled away and headed for home. Not too long afterwards, the plane touched down.

I [un]officially declare this thread dead.

I [un]officially declare this thread dead.


OOC: Yes.. I've been waiting for people to respond.. no one does.
Seems allof my threads die.
Oh well, they're married, end of it.