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The Oval Office, the White House, Washington, D.C., 2200 Local Time

Kenix Kil, President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia, was seated again at his desk in the Oval Office, making a valiant late-night counterattack against the endless backlog of bureaucracy that constantly swamped him. He had just finished reading a report on the indignation of neo-Nazi leaders at his denial of their request to parade in downtown Washington.

To hell with them, he thought. They should count themselves lucky that we even allow them to exist and spread their mesage of hate.

He tossed the report aside, and picked up the next one. It was regarding the fiasco in Torontia, which had left the country in shambles and on the brink of war as multiple powers fought over the jurisdiction of POWs and, more importantly, territory. Halberdgardia itself had been accused of having greed-inspired imperialistic aims, and so Halberdgardian claims had been reduced to a one-thousand-square-mile strip of land along the coastline and stretching inland for about one hundred miles. The Saharistan War Coalition, had, of course, come to Halberdgardia's aid against its accusers.

That was when it suddenly hit Kil. In all his years serving the Halberdgardian government, first as Secretary of State under the Kanos Administration, and now as President, he had never met any of the leaders of the member nations of the Saharistan War Coalition, except for Sovereign Arbiter Peffe Tannen of Tannenmille. It's about time we fixed that problem, he thought.

With more enthusiasm and energy than he'd had in dealing with foreign affairs issues in quite some time, he began to type.

To: President Tony Johnson of the Democratic Imperium of McKagan, President Revello of the Republic of HailandKill, the Most Esteemed High Father of the Glorious Confederacy of Leafanistan, Sovereign Arbiter of the Sucellan Governance of Tannenmille
From: Kenix Kil, President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia
Re: An Invitation

Greetings to you all, my friends. I have, as of late, realized a slightly odd discrepancy in the foreign affairs policy of this nation. Despite all the years during which we have cooperated, regardless of whether or not your nation is in the Saharistan War Coalition, the leaders of our nations have never met together face-to-face in the twelve years of the Kanos Administration, or in the few months of my own Administration.

I would like to change that.

Therefore, I cordially invite each of you to attend the private diplomatic summit I am hosting at the Presidential retreat at Camp David, in the mountains north of Washington, D.C. Camp David is equipped with the finest amenities, and I believe you will find it a comfortable and relaxing visit. All of you will be flown into Kanos International Airport just outside of Washington, D.C., from which you will be driven to Camp David via limousine in the Presidential motorcade.

Regarding the matter of security, you should fear not for your safety, as you are among friends; thus, we would prefer it if you brought no guard. However, if you so wish, you may bring up to a maximum of six guards. We ask that you keep weaponry to a minimum, and refrain from bringing weapons larger than submachine guns. Halberdgardian Marines and the Secret Service will be posted in large numbers in and around Camp David, so as to make abduction, assassination, espionage, or any other form of subversion impossible.

My other bit of business is not so much bureaucracy as is it personal preference. I would ask each of you personally attend rather than sending a Secretary of State or equivalent, or another diplomat. This is simply because I wish to get to better know the policy-makers of each of your nations, as well as the fact that your actions alone have been integral to your relations with this nation.

I sincerely hope that you choose to attend, and I look forward to meeting with you all.

Respectfully,
Kenix Kil
President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia

President Tony Johnson sat in his large, spacious, yet comfortable office built into the center of the Grey House. He was serving the middle of his 6 year term, at the end of which he would be up for reelection. Overall he was happy about how things were going for him. He was running a smooth 74 percent approval rating, and had only had war declared on his nation two times since his election. In recent days he had spent the majority of his time being briefed on the various situations in Torontia by the 27th Tactical Fighter Wing's Command staff in Frozopia.

"Dammit, Tanakis starts this whole mess for the SWC even after I offer him a quick and easy way out of his hellhole of a nation. Backstabbing bastard, oh well, we'll have ours..."

It was at this time the Presidents top aid walked through the door. The late 20's woman seemed to always be on the telephone with the MCID or some IMAF Intelligence Unit.

"Sir, message from Halberdgardia. Requesting you go there for some sort of meeting or something. They don't want a diplomat. They want you."

Johnson came to life from his short semi-nap state.

"Erm... oook. When do we leave?"

"It looks ASAP. IMAF 1 is already on the runway at Walker. We can leave tonight if you're ready? It would be one hell of a way to leave the press behind. Of course, there would be tabloids..."

Johnson stood up, cutting his secretary off. He walked across the room into a small workspace he liked to write and do other personal projects in.

A few moments later he walked out of the room. Carrying his IKT notebook computer and iPod, he made a motion to the door.

"Sure." He was simple and precise, he was going to Halberdgardia.

Within the hour IMAF 1 was leaving Walker AFB, inbound to Halberdgardia. Onboard was the usual security compliment, which wouldn't even leave the airport, holding to Kil's advice. Shadowing the IMAF passenger jet were 8 Ku-25 Tactical Strike Fighters. The Halberdgardians probably wouldn't even see the Cobalts before they broke off their security escort near Halberdgardian airspace.

Before Johnson had left the room, however, he had fired a message to the State Department informing them to respond to the Halberdgardian letter, which they had done by the time the Presidential convoy reached Walker AFB.

Presidential Office, The White House, DeMaio City, HailandKill

...I need a vacation... The president dreamily thought Man, running a country is damn hard.. He laughed at his last statement, amused by the stupidity of it. The current situation in The Golden Throne had worsened for the HailandKill navy, being outnumbered, but still fighting the Havenites. The newest situation in Torontia had troubled the president deeply, considering most of the country's, and his personal allies were involved.

"...Fuckin' countries and WMD's...Why does everyone have to have 'em?" He said out loud, while attempting to light his cigarette "I swear to God if they touch an ally with WMD's I will personally lead an army over there." He repeated

"Torontia Sir?" His NSA said casually, hearing the last words of the president's little speech

"Yeah" Revello responded, sounding tired

"I have something from Allen" The NSA pronounced, whilst holding a document "He's mulling over some diplomatic shit, and looking into Torontia. That guy really works hard."

"What's that document in your hand" The president said, getting the conversation back on track "More precisely, who is it from?"

"Halberdgardia." Said the NSA flatly "They are inviting all close allies and SWC members for a summit. They want all the leaders, no diplomats, but the actual leaders. It seems they want to strengthen everyone's ties, and bring the SWC closer together. Oh, but no more than 6 armed guards can be present...Y'know, all that peaceful junk...Hey I think a relaxing trip is what you need Mark."

"But the country needs me" He said
But you need a break... his brain screamed almost immediatly back

"That's why Allen, T.J., and myself are here" He said "Air Force one has been prepared and is ready for takeoff. You are going. Sir."

"You had this planned didn't you, you sly bastard??" He responded between laughs "Get me to AF1. "

He first had a note to send out.

TO: Kenix Kil, President of Halberguardia
FROM: President Revello, HailandKill

I have recieved your invitation for a diplomatic summit, and with great pleasure I accept. I cannot wait until I land in your country and finnally meet the leader of one of my nation's closest allies. It is with great anxiety I wait to arrive in your homeland, and I am almost "giddy" of a sort. I shall finally meet you in 17 hours, when we arrive at Halbergardia. Thank you again, for a wonderful invite.

[Signed]President Revello

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Packed with clothing, a laptop, MP3 player and other various foods the president boarded HKAF1. He sat down immediatly and upon hitting the cushiony leather seats he passed out. The flight would be a long one and he wanted to be well rested for his trip. The plane taxied, and was in the air almost seventy-seven minutes after the president had recieved word of the invitation. The plane was met, and flanked by four F-22 Raptors, who would escort HKAF1 until they were within Halbergardia's nautical waters.

[OOC: A quick BUMP for the evening. McKagan, HailandKill, your flights have been duly noted, but I'd like to give Tannenmille and Leafanistan a little time to post before I respond to your posts ICly.]

[OOC: Another BUMP for Leafanistan and Tannenmille before I start accepting flights.]

To: Kenix Kil, President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia
From: Sovereign Arbiter Peffe Tannen of the Sucellan Governance of Tannenmille

Thank you very much for the invitation to your homeland. It is with great honour and joy that I accept your invitation. Regarding bringing along guards, as per a Tannenmillian law, I am forced to accept, at the minimum, an honour guard of two unarmed, blue-armored Stormtroopers. You have my assurance that these guard will not hamper your men's ability to defend, and please do not look upon their inclusion as a statement by the government of Tannenmille regarding your ability to keep us safe.

I fervidly look forward to meeting you and all of our close allies in Halberdgardia. Again, thank you for the gracious invitation.

Signed,
Peffe Tannen, Fifth Sovereign Arbiter of the Sucellan Governance
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Berlin, Rheinland
Berlin Brandenburg International Airport
6:30 A.M. CET

Dressed in the maroon uniform of the Arbitral staff, Peffe Tannen stood behind his personal Lambda-class shuttle as rain lightly fell down, making the tarmac around him slick. Along with technicians carrying crates of gifts for the Kil administration, two blue-armored Stormtroopers walked up and took their positions at Tannen's sides. The lights on the three wings of the shuttle started winking, and Peffe Tannen strode up the ramp. The Lambda-class shuttle lifted off of the ground, unfolded its wings, and gracefully banked toward Halberdgardia.

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Skies over Halberdgardia
8:00 A.M. CET (Unkown Local Time)

"Kanos International, this is Lusionforce Alpha, requesting landing clearance." The Lambda-class shuttle banked sharply and started circling over the runways of the sprawling airport.

Encrypted Message
Halberdgardian Key Accepted
Decrypting...

Glorious Confederacy of Leafanistan
The Executive Office of High Father
From the desk of High Father

For the longest time my ministers and associates have held sway, they have talked much, I have advised them, I have inspired my people. However it is time I finally meet the allies I've heard so much about. However there is one thing you should know about me. Fear not my appearence, though I do appear to be a young man, perhaps 18-22 years old, I age poorly. I am the same man who led the nation through all its crisises and triumphs. I am that man whose name has been known outside of my nation as simply: High Father.

So after this long, my true name should be revealed. I have isolated my family members with false names to shield them from repercussions and possible international attacks. Only my loving wife and my two remaining children are publically related to me. It is with great trepidation that I shall reveal my name; Arkady Arcturus.

Of course my mannerisms will be odd. I'm sure you have read of the anomolies of my appeareances, of my age shifts, of my wavering temperments, of my sudden retreats from the public eye. It is a difficult story, the mere fact I have even produced children, the natural manner, is a miracle of science. I suppose it is best that I speak during the meeting about my true past, however, I will reveal now what other things are wrong with me.

I will have to retreat to a room to undergo a special procedure once a day, sometimes several times a day if I'm agitated. I will need at least a 12 meter long by 12 meter wide by 3 meter high room for these machines. I will also need a powersource of at least 1 megawatt for that time period. I will also ask for privacy during that time. My guards will not let anyone enter to witness it, merely because it will endanger your safety. I will need to be within at least 10 minutes of this room and its equipment at all times. For your safety that radiation levels don't exceed safe levels for short time absorption.

Of course enough with the unpleasentries. My family will accompany me, on seperate jets of course. Another cargo plane will bring all the equipment needed for our upkeep, and of course presents from the people to you. A short list will include cigars with gene-modded tobacco that removes that reduces the nicotine content to nearly 2% of its original levels. Fine wines and a heavy ale that is very popular in Leafanistan. Chocolates, candies, breads and other food stuffs. Along with flowers for female staff.

Of course security staff will be required, the Republican Red Guard will consist of my security force, the Ministry of VIP protection has arranged for 150 Republican Red Guardsmen, 25 personal guard and 25 "equipment" guard, and the remaining are to guard my family and the aircraft on the ground.

The guardsmen are to carry KF9-E special forces AR outside and have been ordered to carry a SK2 rubber bullet Automatic Rifle indoors, and TASERs. They will also carry an MP7 PDW. I will also be carrying an MP7 along with my family.

Aircraft are another issue, for security reasons we shall all travel on seperate jets. 1 C-32s (AF 757), 1 E-3 Sentry, 4 C-20 Gulfstream III, 1 C-5 Galaxy, 1 C-17 Globemaster III a total of 8 aircraft. 5 Armoured diplomatic cars are also been shipped, along with 4 LV-08 Boar Scout cars, 2 with a MASER designed to be a less-than lethal weapon that will trigger nerve impulses shocking opponents away and the other two will mount 12.7mm MGs. The C-5 Galaxy will be carrying my equipment. I again apologize for the inconvience but the government refuses to lose me to any sort of situation.

We are taking flight in a few hours, I hope you don't have any allergies to the foods I'm bringing. I'd feel terribly embarassed. See you soon.

High Father

Ministry of VIP Protection

In order to assure safety we are flying with 10 Su-82s and they can either land in Halberdgardia or Halberdgardian planes can take over from there.

Thank you.

Minister of VIP Protection

To: The Department of State, the Democratic Imperium of McKagan
From: Kenix Kil, President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia
Re: Summit

I am delighted to hear that President Johnson has chosen to attend. I look forward to his arrival.

Respectfully,
Kenix Kil
President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia

To: President Revello of the Republic of HailandKill
From: Kenix Kil, President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia
Re: Summit

I am delighted to hear that you have chosen to attend. I look forward to your arrival.

Respectfully,
Kenix Kil
President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia

To: Sovereign Arbiter Peffe Tannen of the Sucellan Governance of Tannenmille
From: Kenix Kil, President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia
Re: Summit

I am delighted to hear that you have chosen to attend. I look forward to your arrival.

Respectfully,
Kenix Kil
President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia

Encrypted Response

To: The Most Esteemed High Father of the Glorious Confederacy of Leafanistan
From: Kenix Kil, President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia
Re: Summit

Fear not, my friend, for you will be kept as healthy and safe as is possible. And while I am somewhat hesitant to allow so much Leafanistani military equipment near Camp David, I do understand the sensitive nature of the Leafanistani government, and so we will make an exception for you.

At any rate, I am delighted to hear that you have chosen to attend. I look forward to your arrival, as well as that of your family.

Respectfully,
Kenix Kil
President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia
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Skies above Halberdgardia, 1200 Local Time

The four planes of the leaders of Halberdgardia's closest allies had all arrived at roughly the same time, allowing for the easy deployment of a four-plane honor guard for each craft. Because High Father's aircraft group had many more craft than the other three, two entire squadrons were devoted to protecting his convoy.

One by one, the honor guards hailed the escorts of each of the delegations, informing them that they could break off towards home at their leisure, and that Halberdgardian pilots would take care of security from here.

Each of the the F-175 "Defender" aircraft (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9640637&postcount=69) that made up the honor guards had had the flag of the visiting nation painted on the sides of the fuselage, right next to the standard Halberdgardian flag. The group leader of each honor guard hailed the VIP's aircraft:

"Greetings, Sovereign Arbiter Tannen, this is Valor One. Welcome to Halberdgardia, sir."

"Greetings, President Revello, this is Broadsword One. Welcome to Halberdgardia, sir."

"Greetings, High Father, this is Katana One. Welcome to Halberdgardia, sir."

"Greetings, President Johnson, this is Honor One. Welcome to Halberdgardia, sir."

The air armada made its way relatively quickly over the picturesque mountains and Mediterranean-climate of the West Coast, before viewing the open plains of the central part of the country, before the sprawling city of Washington, D.C. came into view.
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All of Kanos International's runways had been cleared to accommodate the VIP craft and honor guards, and so both the VIP delegations and their honor guards had little trouble finding space to land. The four delegations landed at Runways 1, 2, 4, and 5. At the empty Runway 3, at the center of the landing delegates, was a huge convoy of limousines, and President Kenix Kil.

Kil grinned as he saw his friends land. He turned to an aide and said, "This is where the fun begins."

Encrypted Response

To: The Most Esteemed High Father of the Glorious Confederacy of Leafanistan
From: Kenix Kil, President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia
Re: Summit

Fear not, my friend, for you will be kept as healthy and safe as is possible. And while I am somewhat hesitant to allow so much Leafanistani military equipment near Camp David, I do understand the sensitive nature of the Leafanistani government, and so we will make an exception for you.

At any rate, I am delighted to hear that you have chosen to attend. I look forward to your arrival, as well as that of your family.

Respectfully,
Kenix Kil
President of the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia
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Skies above Halberdgardia, 1200 Local Time

The four planes of the leaders of Halberdgardia's closest allies had all arrived at roughly the same time, allowing for the easy deployment of a four-plane honor guard for each craft. Because High Father's aircraft group had many more craft than the other three, two entire squadrons were devoted to protecting his convoy.

One by one, the honor guards hailed the escorts of each of the delegations, informing them that they could break off towards home at their leisure, and that Halberdgardian pilots would take care of security from here.

Each of the the F-175 "Defender" aircraft (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9640637&postcount=69) that made up the honor guards had had the flag of the visiting nation painted on the sides of the fuselage, right next to the standard Halberdgardian flag. The group leader of each honor guard hailed the VIP's aircraft:

"Greetings, High Father, this is Katana One. Welcome to Halberdgardia, sir."

The air armada made its way relatively quickly over the picturesque mountains and Mediterranean-climate of the West Coast, before viewing the open plains of the central part of the country, before the sprawling city of Washington, D.C. came into view.
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All of Kanos International's runways had been cleared to accommodate the VIP craft and honor guards, and so both the VIP delegations and their honor guards had little trouble finding space to land. The four delegations landed at Runways 1, 2, 4, and 5. At the empty Runway 3, at the center of the landing delegates, was a huge convoy of limousines, and President Kenix Kil.

Kil grinned as he saw his friends land. He turned to an aide and said, "This is where the fun begins."

The aircraft began to land, the large cargo plane first, it unloaded its burden of Scout Cars and limos. Soon High Father's Gulfstream landed, flanked by two Halberdgardian fighters. As the other planes made their preperations, including the guards keeping away the crowds and photographer, a bright flash of light came from High Father's aircraft. A few Halberdgardian guards looked worried, by after some calming words from the Leafanistani guards they became less agitated.

Soon a young man flanked by 10 red suited guards emerged. He walked toward the convoy, another 15 guards joined him. High Father was a somewhat tall man, around 2 meters tall, standard for a Leafanistani, he was fully clothed, including leather gloves, he extended his hand for shaking. His hand was slightly warm he apologized for the zealous nature of his guards.

"The country is very paranoid, I apologize, it appears as though my guards want me to use my personal cars, perhaps we'll be able to talk after we get to the conference eh?"

High Father turned toward his limo, but he turned around for one more second...

"Oh, and we've brought gifts, my assistant will handle that."

The assistants walked up, carrying flowers, chocolates, and fine wines.

IMAF1, the medium sized passenger jet slowed on it's final approach. Slowing down more than it usually did on similiar approaches to other, more familiar airstrips. The plane slowed, turned to the inner part of the runway, and stopped. After waiting for a few moments President Tony Johnson, wearing his Axl Rose-style personalized leather jacket walked from the plane. Surrouded by his obviously calm bodyguards, he walked towards the limo's where his ride would be.

[OOC: Sorry I have been away, my crappy comp spazzed out]

The HailandKill Airforce One was making its final approach to the Halbergardian airstrip. With the clearance to land on strip 5 the pilot turned off autopilot and started his landing. The gear lowered and the plane started losing altitude, coming to meet the ground. The pilot made the landing smoothly and the president didn't even stir when the brakes were used. The plane taxied to the landing zone and the president was awoken.

"Sir" He said "Mr. President we are here"

The president awoke, looking peacefully rested.

"Lets go" He responded

The president followed the secret servicemen down the stairs to the landing tarmac.

"Where's our ride?" The president asked

"A little ways off. Strip three exactly." He said "Let's go"

The president followed his six man entourage to the official reception spot. The massive amounts of limos were apparent, and the president scanned the whole thing looking for Kil. He felt akward being in a foriegn land and standing out of the crowd.

"What now he thought?"

[OOC: Sorry, guys, been busy with RL stuff. I'm planning on doing an II marathon over the long weekend, answering all the threads I've been inactive in lately, and what with the Torontia situation coming to a close (I hope), this thread is at the top of my list. Long explanation short: IC post coming soon!]

Corporal Theodore Anderson was at the flight controls of the shuttle. After hearing the transmission from the Halberdgardian aircraft, he said over the ship intercom, "Arbiter Tannen, we have arrived in Halberdgardia. We should be on the ground shortly."

"Excellent. Thank you, corporal." Peffe Tannen smiled and walked to the rear of the shuttle.

The Lambda-class shuttle veered in and came to a graceful landing on its skiffs, wings up. A minute after landing, the ramp hissed open and two blue-armored Stormtroopers strode down the ramp. Following close behind was Peffe Tannen along with technicians carrying minor amenities for the Sovereign Arbiter, as well as gifts for the Kil administration. The Tannenmillian group walked over to where the other delegates were standing.

The aircraft began to land, the large cargo plane first, it unloaded its burden of Scout Cars and limos. Soon High Father's Gulfstream landed, flanked by two Halberdgardian fighters. As the other planes made their preperations, including the guards keeping away the crowds and photographer, a bright flash of light came from High Father's aircraft. A few Halberdgardian guards looked worried, by after some calming words from the Leafanistani guards they became less agitated.

Soon a young man flanked by 10 red suited guards emerged. He walked toward the convoy, another 15 guards joined him. High Father was a somewhat tall man, around 2 meters tall, standard for a Leafanistani, he was fully clothed, including leather gloves, he extended his hand for shaking. His hand was slightly warm he apologized for the zealous nature of his guards.

"The country is very paranoid, I apologize, it appears as though my guards want me to use my personal cars, perhaps we'll be able to talk after we get to the conference eh?"

High Father turned toward his limo, but he turned around for one more second...

"Oh, and we've brought gifts, my assistant will handle that."

The assistants walked up, carrying flowers, chocolates, and fine wines.

Kil took a good look at the enigmatic High Father, whom he'd heard some many mysterious stories and references about. He looks exactly like the young man I expected him to be, he thought. He extended his hand to High Father's, and shook it firmly.

"High Father," Kil said quietly in a warm voice, as a friend would greet another friend, "it is a pleasure to see you at last. I am glad to see that your flight has made it safely. And I do understand about using your own personal vehicles. You are among friends, but if that is your wish, you will, of course, be permitted to it."

Meanwhile, Halberdgardian aides assisted the other Leafanistanis in moving the gifts to transport vehicles. Some of the gifts would be taken up to Camp David, but others that were feared to be unable to survive the trip up into higher altitudes, particularly most of the wines, would instead be discreetly placed into transports headed to the White House.

IMAF1, the medium sized passenger jet slowed on it's final approach. Slowing down more than it usually did on similiar approaches to other, more familiar airstrips. The plane slowed, turned to the inner part of the runway, and stopped. After waiting for a few moments President Tony Johnson, wearing his Axl Rose-style personalized leather jacket walked from the plane. Surrouded by his obviously calm bodyguards, he walked towards the limo's where his ride would be.

A pair Halberdgardian Marines in the Presidential Honor Guard approached Johnson and his guards.

"President Johnson," the lead Marine, who bore the insignia of a Colonel, said, saluting. "It's a pleasure to have you here, sir. If you and your aides will follow me, sir, I can take you to President Kil and your limousine."

Johnson obliged, and in a few minutes, they had crossed the tarmac to the center of attention -- literally. Kil beamed upon catching sight of Johnson.

"President Johnson! I am delighted to see you, my dear friend. I trust your flight was safe?

"As much as I wish we could speak right now, we will have plenty of time to do so at Camp David. Colonel Davids will show you to your limousine."

The Colonel who'd shown Johnson to Kil came forward again. "Your limousine is right over here, sir."

They walked to a large stretch limousine with heavily tinted windows, obviously armored and possibly containing hidden weapons. Mounted at the four corners of the car, two on the roof and two on the trunk, were flags. Two Halberdgardian flags flew on the left side, while two McKagan flags flew on the right. Inside, there was plenty of space, along with a small TV, a few electrical outlets, and a mini-bar with snacks and drinks.

The president followed his six man entourage to the official reception spot. The massive amounts of limos were apparent, and the president scanned the whole thing looking for Kil. He felt akward being in a foriegn land and standing out of the crowd.

"What now?" he thought.

A Halberdgardian Marine Colonel, also of the Presidential Honor Guard, noticed that Revello had deplaned. He approached Revello and his aides.

"President Revello? President Kil and your limousine are this way."

Kil had just finished speaking with Johnson when he noted Revello coming towards him. "President Revello! Good to see you, my friend. I trust your flight was comfortable?

"As much as I wish we could speak right now, we will have plenty of time to do so at Camp David. The Colonel here will show you to your limousine."

The Colonel who'd shown Revello to Kil came forward again. "Your limousine is right this way, sir."

They walked to a large stretch limousine with heavily tinted windows, obviously armored and possibly containing hidden weapons. Mounted at the four corners of the car, two on the roof and two on the trunk, were flags. Two Halberdgardian flags flew on the left side, while two HailandKill flags flew on the right. Inside, there was plenty of space, along with a small TV, a few electrical outlets, and a mini-bar with snacks and drinks.

Corporal Theodore Anderson was at the flight controls of the shuttle. After hearing the transmission from the Halberdgardian aircraft, he said over the ship intercom, "Arbiter Tannen, we have arrived in Halberdgardia. We should be on the ground shortly."

"Excellent. Thank you, corporal." Peffe Tannen smiled and walked to the rear of the shuttle.

The Lambda-class shuttle veered in and came to a graceful landing on its skiffs, wings up. A minute after landing, the ramp hissed open and two blue-armored Stormtroopers strode down the ramp. Following close behind was Peffe Tannen along with technicians carrying minor amenities for the Sovereign Arbiter, as well as gifts for the Kil administration. The Tannenmillian group walked over to where the other delegates were standing.

"Ah, Sovereign Arbiter Tannen, it is a pleasure to see you again. You look no worse for the wear, my friend. I trust your flight was comfortable?

"As much as I wish we could speak right now, we will have plenty of time to do so at Camp David. The Colonel here will show you to your limousine."

A Colonel stepped forward. "Your limousine is right this way, sir."

They walked to a large stretch limousine with heavily tinted windows, obviously armored and possibly containing hidden weapons. Mounted at the four corners of the car, two on the roof and two on the trunk, were flags. Two Halberdgardian flags flew on the left side, while two Tannenmillian flags flew on the right. Inside, there was plenty of space, along with a small TV, a few electrical outlets, and a mini-bar with snacks and drinks.

[OOC: Yes, we have a lot of Colonels in our Presidential Honor Guard.:p]

[OOC: I'll come out with another IC post once one arises. :p]

High Father's cadre of limos cruised alongside Halberdgardian escort vehicles, the guards turned on a small DVD player and watched an animated feature.

High Father looked into the mirror in front of him, his family close behind, he wondered how the Halberdgardian leader viewed him. He stared at his hands, the odd scars, he looked in the mirror, the young face that belonged to him for the time being. And then he looked at the trucks behind them, carrying his 'equipment'. He hoped he hadn't offended anyone. Oh how he hated diplomacy.

He noticed his hands were trembling along with his legs. He cursed his RLS (Restless Legs Syndrome) and took out a glass bottle. He unscrewed the cap and drank. One of his guards looked at High Father, he removed a special airgun that fired medicine under the skin at supersonic speeds, ensuring painless and fast injections. High Father shook his head, he was fine, for now.

[OOC: I'm terribly sorry I've neglected this thread for nearly a month; the situation in Torontia, among other things, flared up again, and so this fell a bit by the wayside. Nevertheless, I am nothing if not loyal to my allies, so we'll go through with this. Besides, my President needs something to do.:p

Also, just FYI, if my President mentions current NS events that occurred long after this thread started, we'll just cite fluid time. IC post coming soon.]

A Halberdgardian Marine Colonel, also of the Presidential Honor Guard, noticed that Revello had deplaned. He approached Revello and his aides.

"President Revello? President Kil and your limousine are this way."

Kil had just finished speaking with Johnson when he noted Revello coming towards him. "President Revello! Good to see you, my friend. I trust your flight was comfortable?

"As much as I wish we could speak right now, we will have plenty of time to do so at Camp David. The Colonel here will show you to your limousine."

The Colonel who'd shown Revello to Kil came forward again. "Your limousine is right this way, sir."

They walked to a large stretch limousine with heavily tinted windows, obviously armored and possibly containing hidden weapons. Mounted at the four corners of the car, two on the roof and two on the trunk, were flags. Two Halberdgardian flags flew on the left side, while two HailandKill flags flew on the right. Inside, there was plenty of space, along with a small TV, a few electrical outlets, and a mini-bar with snacks and drinks.


After Kenix Kil had spoken to the Revello, he walked to greet the other guests arriving. President Revello followed the marine colonel to the limosine, and eagerly awaited to speak more with the man running a country was close diplomatically to his own. The three secret servicemen leading, entered the limo while looking for any suspicious items. The president entered when everything was deemed safe, and then the other three agents entered. The door was closed, and the limo sped off towards a destination unknown to the Killian president. He now awaited to arrive at the destination the driver was headed to.