NationStates Jolt Archive

Ministry of Diplomacy, Roach-Busters

Logan Rativral shook Minister of Diplomacy Chong Moua's hand, as the room broke into light applause.

"Congratulations on your approval, Mr. Rativral," Moua said, beaming. "May your assignment be a complete success!"

"Thanks, Minister. I sure hope so. RB has wanted to establish relations with Layatreb for ages, so I hope I don't muff it up," Rativral said. He was a hale and hearty, ruddy-faced man with intense eyes hiding behind wire-frame spectacles, and a walrus mustache that earned him the nickname "T.R." He had a rotund abdomen, from which issued a pleasant, deep chuckle which never failed to bring a smile to anyone. He was an affable, light-hearted, good-natured old fellow with a jaunty grin and a grandfatherly demeanor. He was 59 years old, and his grandfather was from Layatreb. He himself visited the country every year, and had a Ph.D. in Layatrebian History from Roach-Busters National University.

He stepped outside, where a helicopter awaited him. The chopper would transport him to Layatreb, where he would meet with the Layatrebian government to discuss the formation of diplomatic relations.

"Sir, everything is set." The aide came into the Emperors office holding a folder. "This has the entire profile of what we are to expect."

"Excellent. Thank you." The aide left and the Emperor turned to a man sitting quietly in front of his desk. "Mister Ambassador. We will wish you luck and may the eternal glory of the Empire follow you."

"Thank you sir. I won't let us down. First I will meet the diplomat from Roach Busters and then I will fly there myself to establish relations. This is a glorious day for us sir. I won't let us down."

"We have faith in you." The Emperor shook and extended his hand. They shook and the ambassador left the room. The diplomat from Roach Busters would be coming via helicopter and would be landing within the hour. The helipad was approximately six miles from the Emperor's office, in the heart of downtown Layarteb City. Security would be maximum and every occassion would be prepared. For the time being, the diplomat would stay at the Waldorf Astoria, the grandest hotel in all of Layarteb.

Over the intercom, the pilot said, "We will be landing momentarily, sir."

Rativral nodded. "Thanks."

The pilot radioed the Layarteb airport: "Requesting permission to land, over."

OOC: What kind of heli are you flying?

"Permission to land is granted. Please rotate to helipad 5."

"Roger, will do. Over and out."

The pilot did as instructed.

RB, what heli are you flying in?

RB, what heli are you flying in?

(OOC: I dunno. I'm not much of a vehicle expert. It's basically just a regular helicopter, no weapons or anything. It's white and has the RB flag painted on both sides.)

The Jetranger loomed over head as it came to a hover, setting down ever so slightly. Out climbed the Roach Busterian (is that the right adjective?) diplomat. The Layartebian ambassador was standing to the side of the helipad, keeping away from the downwash of the rotars. He held out his hand, "My name is David Frost. Welcome to my country. I hope your flight was comfortable?"

At the same time, a Learjet was being prepared on the runway at Layartebian IAP. The ambassador would be flying to Roach Busters within the next few hours.

C-21B Learjet 80
http://home.wanadoo.nl/fjhuisman/bizz/GVA/su-ezi.jpg

General
Cost: $88M
Inventory: 6181
Crew: 2
Passengers: 8 ; 20 [emergency configuration]
Role: Diplomatic Transport

[b]Dimensions
Length: 64.89 ft.
Wingspan: 48.79 ft.
Height: 14.56 ft.

Weights
Empty Weight: 18,000 lb.
Maximum Take Off Weight: 40,510 lb.
Fuel Weight: 12,910 lb.
Armament Weight: 1,600 lb.

Performance
Maximum Speed at Sea Level: 590 mph
Maximum Speed at Altitude: 635 mph
Maximum Ceiling: 57,000 ft.
Range: 6,289 mi

Propulsion
Powerplant: two Pratt & Whitney PW305D turbofans
Maximum Thrust: 8,000 lb.

Self Defenses
Missiles: 8 AIM-9X Sidewinder stowed in 2 ventral bays facing forward & aft
ECM: IR suppression systems and radar jamming systems
Chaff: 240 bundles
Flare: 240 flares
EMP-Shielding: Shielding equal to 7,000mm

He extended his hand. "Hello, Mr. Frost. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You will be staying at the Waldorf Astoria downtown until the embassy is complete and until you have secured a residence. Until that time I want you to feel home in my country. You will not have to worry about service as every stop is being pulled out for your company. A limosine will be taking us over there shortly. After such you will have a meeting with the Emperor at 1800 tonight over dinner. You will be chauffered there as well. Attire is formal." (OOC: Tuxedo)

"You will be staying at the Waldorf Astoria downtown until the embassy is complete and until you have secured a residence. Until that time I want you to feel home in my country. You will not have to worry about service as every stop is being pulled out for your company. A limosine will be taking us over there shortly. After such you will have a meeting with the Emperor at 1800 tonight over dinner. You will be chauffered there as well. Attire is formal." (OOC: Tuxedo)

"Very well. Thanks."

The black limosine pulled up to the front of the heliport. The small port had six helicopter pads and they were relatively close to each other. The Layartebian ambassador opened the door and motioned. "Shall we be off then? Your luggage will be taken in due time."

The black limosine pulled up to the front of the heliport. The small port had six helicopter pads and they were relatively close to each other. The Layartebian ambassador opened the door and motioned. "Shall we be off then? Your luggage will be taken in due time."

He nodded and stepped into the limo. "Sure, let us be off," he agreed.

The limosine pulled up to the hotel and the grandiour of the Waldorf Astoria hit home. It was a gorgeous hotel and the oldest in Layarteb City. A five-star rating didn't do it justice, unfortunately.

http://www.mustseenewyork.com/images/waldorf-astoria-hotel.jpg
Overview of the hotel.

http://www.newyork-reise.de/bild/waldorfastoria.jpg
Limosine pulling up to front entrance.

"Well I do hope you enjoy your stay. The clerk at the desk will be able to take care of you. Is there anything else you will be needing?"

:: bump ::

The limosine pulled up to the hotel and the grandiour of the Waldorf Astoria hit home. It was a gorgeous hotel and the oldest in Layarteb City. A five-star rating didn't do it justice, unfortunately.

http://www.mustseenewyork.com/images/waldorf-astoria-hotel.jpg
Overview of the hotel.

http://www.newyork-reise.de/bild/waldorfastoria.jpg
Limosine pulling up to front entrance.

"Well I do hope you enjoy your stay. The clerk at the desk will be able to take care of you. Is there anything else you will be needing?"

He let out a long, high-pitched whistle of astonishment as he beheld the magnificent face of the hotel. "Wow," he said, his eyes alight with wonder. "It's...it's beautiful!"

err this wasn't as good as I hoped and it kind of got lost in the shuffle. Say we just say it's done with and we have embassies in each others' lands?