NationStates Jolt Archive

The crowd stood cold, no-one dared speak. a light snow had begun coating peoples hats and shoulders in a frost.

The scene was that of a guilty schoolchild. - everyone was wondering what was happening in the Federation, there had been no news event about it apart from a single media announcement calling all citizens to tune into news channels, radio stations, or visit the local town square.
Millions had turned out over the country all waiting in anticipation.

The podium was bare for now, a single pole rose above the planks. mounted ontop was a small microphone.

The night was dark, a moonlight starry sky above the lights adorning the spires of the towers of the krem'l university. It was that dark which was hard to define, there was nothing but it was infinite.
All the way to Andromeda and as close as the moon. there was nothing.

A growing rumour through the crowd spread like wildfire.
Men in white suits had been seen walking out of the krem'l.
The Veesshie Ministr was severly ill with a tumor and had been treated in the infirmary, sirens had been heard earlier and interior ministers had been clearing the krem'l from about eight hours ago.
The Veesshie Ministr was dying and the fate of the revolution was in the populace hands.

In a split second, a huge spotlight swung round and lit up the Great Carronade of the Revolution, mounted on its plinth. The 64 pound behemoth had lain lay there untouched for one hundred and seventy three years.

There were men loading it!
The Winter Guard stood down and held their sabres high. twelve men lining the weapon as if it were at a wedding.
The Lance Corporal and Master of the Arms both tugged the cord.

It snapped out like a snake striking, its bite was instantly unleashed above the crowd. Which cowered and screamed as the blank charge lit up the square and their faces like the sun.


Simultainusly, thirty industrial fireworks in a matter of all colour detonated high above the podium, it seemed asif they were almost touching the moon.
In one cannonshot they had travelled that infinity without anybody noticing.
The sparks rained down and burnt out just in front of the Great Red Window. A band that had been previously hidden struck up into full chorus of the national anthem. Gordast’ Severnih Maryey


The Veesshie Ministr stepped up on the stage smiling as he strode triumphantly! He was in good health after all!

"Praise the Revolution!
Praise Kroblexskij
Praise Nikotika"

The crowd cheered, many started crying. Their leader was fine and well. It had been a rumour after all. Strangers started hugging and the massive clapping and whooping noises impeeded the speech that was scripted to be given.

"Yes.." - he talked calmly in his sympathetic, charasmatic voice.

*clapping and cheers*

"It was a joke..."

"But I have gathered you here today for a true reason...

Our Nation... and its glorious Revolution, are moving forward.
For the past few weeks, behind closed doors, The Revolutmos has been moving!

Our great scientists, engineers, techinicians, consorts and architects have been pulled together,
To make a Station that would float high above the earth, above kroblexskij, spreading the revolutmos.

*Nikotika looks up to the moon, his hands raise up above his head.*

We look up to the stars and think what it would be like to go up there, and soon we shall see!
We are unveiling to the world and to the people our intentions to make a peaceful Space Station for international use.

Experiments shall take place, observations made, and an expedition in the kosmos possible.
All thanks to you the people and to the men and women who worked so hard for months to make this dream possible.

But we will need help, from nations other than Kroblexskij. we can not stand alone, we must stand united!


I call upon you nations of the world, dare you think you can have it up to travel in space and make history?


OOC: look at the ooc thread for details. http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9896163#post9896163

Official Communique to Nations from the most esteemed Veeshie Ministr of Kroblexskij

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Nations of the world, I ask you to join in this Kosmic Quest of science.

The nation of kroblexskij can not stand alone. We will need the highest quality of engineering and technical representatives.
On the list are as follows:

funding
construction
design
launch
crew
supplies
physicists
doctors
training
Kosmonauts

We ask of the world to attent a meeting to decide which nations shall play which parts. The invite list is of personal discretion and we hope you may attend well.

If attending you will stay at the wonderful Dvorijsgrade Hotel, one of the finest in the Federation. Enclosed Picture (http://img457.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dvorijsgradehotel8xg.jpg)
The meeting shall be held within the walls and all monies pre-paid from the Krob budget. You will meet Veeshie Ministr Nikotika himself. The head of Trident Aerospacial Engineering Industries Boris Yuriov Tentaiev and Minister of Kosmos Exploration and Technology Vassilei Mishkakov Krogulev.

The length of stay is of nine days. (2 travel and 7 staying.) During which you may admire the sights of Dvorijsgrade south of the capital Myoks'kva.

After the meeting. Smaller meetings by scientists and technicians may occur regarding the production of this station.

On a note, you might want to bring a coat as it is entering autumn and the weather can be atrocious.

Many thanks. - faithfully awaiting replies.

Veeshie Ministr - Nikotika Mikhalkov
Ministry of Foreign Relations and Actions
Ministry of Kosmos Exploration and Technology

Dr Van Der Griff stood looking at the rocket, it was the biggest of the Spootian fleet and if done correctly would land several hundred miles away in the sea.

The final preperations were made and the rocket prepped for launch, the light glinted off the Orange casing and made the rocket look like a beam of pure white light, "5 Seconds Dr, 4, 3, 2, Make Rocket go now!" The engine blasted out a thick plume of smoke as the vessel flew into the sky, Doctor Griff dropped his cigar, was this the one? The first Spootian rocket flight? The rocket slowly vanished from view "Dr, we'll have the results in an hour."

---- ---- ----

Mr Spiff waited eagerly by the Orange emergency phone, the Mount Spootehns could have done it, a Spootian flight which would bring the country together in celebration, the phone rang once, Mr Spiff stared at it, it rang again and Spiff scooped the reciever up, "Dr Griff? Is it good news?" He said as if he was a child in a sweet shop "I am afraid not Herr Spiff, the Rocket made it the shortest distance so far, nobody was harmed thankfully." Spiff sighed and hang up, he needed some outside help, he began back on his filing of paper and sipping Martini's.

Suddenly he lifted his head, "oh two o'clock." He thought, the alcohol had gotten to him, the radio was humming in the background and was beggining to make him annoyed, so he got out of his chair and shuffled across the room, it was here that he discovered a communique stuck to his cheek, "International Space Station? Quest of Science?" This was perfect for the rocket program, quickly he rang up the doctor.

"Dr Griff, I hope I didn't wake you."

"No Herr Spiff, I regularly stay up at two in the morning."

"Dr Griff have you ever been to Kroblexskij?"

"No I do not believe I have, why?"

"Phone your team, you are going to represent Spooty in aiding Kroblexskij in building an International Space Station!"

Tatiana Lores, Ariddian Assistant Secretary for Science and Technology, looked out through the small viewport as the plane began its final, slanted descent towards the land of Kroblexskij, seeming still tiny far below. The plane from Ariddian Airlines was filled with experts of various kinds, and a few politicians, of two enemy nations, travelling as tentative friends.

Travelling on an Ariddian plane as tentative friends, she mentally added, trying not to smirk. She knew full well that, once they landed, West Ariddia's delegation would be seen to dwarf that of its larger but far less developed communist neighbour. But at least they would all be seen to arrive on an Ariddian aircraft.

That had to count for something, symbolically.

And it truly was a historic moment, she reminded herself. Not only were they about to take part in putting an international space station in orbit, but they were working with their capitalist enemies-cum-siblings to do so. She smiled slightly, and looked over towards her counterpart, West Ariddia's Minister for Science and Technology, Fabien Beck. He was already looking in her direction, and gave her a slight smile and a nod in return.

Of course, he oversees a government department so much larger than mine... West Ariddia's technological achievements are decades ahead of ours. What I wouldn't give to have access to-

She stopped herself.
They also have a heartless society, with hideous levels of poverty they do nothing about, she reminded herself. They're capitalists. They've advanced technologically by crushing the most basic of human rights, and forgetting that they're even human beings. Don't envy them.

She shook her head, and looked out of the window again.

Almost there now... That's the airport!

###Arridian aircraft landing comrade.##

###Aye aye.##

The Fire trucks and taxi craft speeding down the horizon of the landing strip were of no worry. A nessacery precaution to prevent accidents.

An administrative Nimtz (http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/204/nimtz6mo.jpg) limo trailed the specialist convoy. Inside sat the Minister for Foreign Relations and Actions. Quietly he only openned his mouth to clear his throat, but mostly it was the powerpoint presentation on his laptop he was bothered about.
The internal phone rang and he picked up the retro style receiver, it was one of those that could have come straight out of From Russia With Love.

"Da.."

"The Arridian delegates are landing soon, have you got everyth..."

"I'm in the car right now, yes i have the program, and the letter."

"yes, you to. Ok, Da zavtra!"

The Minister Straightened up his tie and re-adjusted his pin badges and apparel. The door was opened and he stepped onto the cold tarmac...

Tatiana stepped out of the aircraft onto the ramp, and shivered very slightly. She had been half-expecting snow, and was almost disappointed not to see any. Still, it was cold, and the chilly air crawled over her skin despite the warm clothes she was wearing.

She looked round the landing area, then began to walk down the steps, towards the limousine waiting below, and the man standing beside it. Minister Beck followed her, then came the various exports from both their countries. Beck had politely offered for her to exit the plane first, mostly out of chivalry and diplomatic considerations it seemed. Besides, Kroblexskij's politics were much closer to the PDSRA's than to West Ariddia's, and it was probably best for a representative of communist Ariddia to shake their host's hand before a representative of the capitalist West.

Tatiana put on her best smile as she reached the bottom of the steps, and set foot on the cold ground of the landing area.

Novacom Homeland, Destinus Isle
Nocacom Capitol, Novesia

In The Catacombs deep Under Novesia Suprainister Denteth Tolion is overseeing the final preparations for the launch of the a new Satalite for Bondal, the Novacom Satalite network, The Telgan Rockets holding the new satalites bringing the Bondeal Constelation of 270 satalites up to 590, the Launch Facilities at Trinarigungo were first rate as Mechnicians inspected consoles and carefully did final preparations for the massive launches to take place, all of this relayed back in perfect detail on the main screen of the Strategy room back in Novesia, "Telgan Rocket Laucnh is entering it's final phase, all personel clear the area, Telgan Rocket launch array 1 launching in 60 seconds" Sirens can be heard and small figures can be seen swiftly marching away as the rockets rise up to final launching position, "30 Seconds remaining" The Suprainister turned slightly on his chair facing the officials from the Novacom Space Division " I hear things about an International Space Station, I want you to send a few representatives, someone from Novacom Manufacturing will be acompanying you Their own scientists have been working on Space Station design for some time now and these new Bondal Satalites were produced by them." the Telgan on the screen starts to lift off

"Zero", The Official from the NSD, Vlantos Miilantay is slightly lethargic in awe of being in the presence of the Suprainister, and Admiral Reece Kenzal, 2 heroes to the Novan people he snapped to attention pulling off a somewhat impressive facsimile of a Novacom salute, it had been 10 years since his cimpulsory service but he remembered the salute well and the years of service with a rosy glow to them, "of course Sir, I and 3 Mechnicians will go to Kroblexskij, I remember going down to the Laborotories of Novacom Manufacturing last week, the preliminary designs are certainly impressive, we would be able to contribute much to the effort, with your permission of course my Suprainister," Vlantos salutes again before returning his hands to their clasped position behind his back, and continues to watch the Satalite launches, the entire process takes relatively little time the launches were complete, the image on the screen returns to the screen showing the world map and the conflicts around it, while the screen above it breaks into segements showing the path of each of the rockets and the deploying of the satalites into their orbits.

Novacom Homeland, Trinarigungo Isle
Nocacom Space Division Headquarters, Trinario

Out at the Runway of the Facility, Several Personell are preparing to board a Parralax Transport Foreign Minister Hugoro Sarestus, 4 Scientists and one exec from Novacom Manufacturing, 4 Mechnician and 1 team lead from the NSD, and Admiral Kenzal of the Military. Mechnicians check everything over the craft one more time and out march a small troop of Enforcers, the escort for the group, in addition to the four Sinister looking Vanguard Virage Combat Jets that would be escorting the transport to Kroblexskij. With a short take off the Parralax soars into the air, The Virage their take off being much shorter and as such were in the air much faster quickly assumed an escort formation, the formation swiftly accelerated leaving behind the Island and the Novacom Islands chains in short order. They would take several hours to even get close to another Nation, the Novacom Islands were remarkable not only for the Jamming shroud making their very existence a mystery but also for their considerable isolation from any other landmass.

The huge Spootian Zepplin pushed it's way through the immense clouds on it's way to Kroblexskij, Dr Griff could see down to the ocean below, it had been a few hours since they had left Spootian shores but these Zepplins were renowned for being slow, he expected that the old Spootenstein Z1 could get to it's destination within the next hour, to pass the time he began thinking quietly to himself about the ramifications of this voyage, Spooty could finally move itself out of it's self imposed technological dark ages, it could open itself to the diplomatic world, it would be happy at last.

"Good morning comrade Tatiana, I trust you had a fine journey.

As you see the limo is waiting to take you to the diplomat room. I am sorry you had to arrive at this shithole eh.. eh..

I can see i am boring you. Well um there."

*he steps out of the way to allow her to the car.*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TRS Volna - 50NM from Krob Mainland

##Captain, captain large unidentified object sighted 210 degrees, approx one hour to mainland.##

"open channel!"

##Aye Aye##


##This is the Revolutions Ship Volna indentifiy yourself, situation and intentions or face hostile actions. over#

Tatiana smiled warmly, and shook the man's hand.

"Thank you, Comrade, the flight was restful. And you're not boring me; I'm rather excited to be here." Before she got into the car, she indicated her 'travelling companion'. "This is Minister Fabien Beck, of the Sovereign State of West Ariddia."

She was careful to use the secessionist country's official name. Another little bit of diplomacy...

"Pleased to be here too," Beck said with a smile as he shook their host's hand. Tatiana got into the car, and her West Ariddian counterpart joined her.

"What exactly is the diplomat room?" she asked curiously, as the limousine started up and she gazed out of the window.

TRS Volna - 50NM from Krob Mainland

##Captain, captain large unidentified object sighted 210 degrees, approx one hour to mainland.##

"open channel!"

##Aye Aye##


##This is the Revolutions Ship Volna indentifiy yourself, situation and intentions or face hostile actions. over#

(OOC: this is reference to me right)

"This is Spootenstein Zepplin Coco, we are here for the International Space Station meeting, we carry no weapons and are here on diplomatic grounds." This was the first time that the Pilot had ever recieved an ultamatum and it felt as bad as he had been told about.

(OOC: I would have thought your guy's would have been told I was coming)

The Parralax and it's Escort would continue onwards accelerating furiously, powerful jamming devices leaving only a large void on most forms of detection would be the only way of finding the formation and the "black" radius would be quite significant. It wouldn't be long till the landed, not long at all, in fact the destination was just barely visible from the windows of the transport.

OOC yes it was at you. it just adds a little more to a simple thing./

IC:

##roger there, proceed as nessarcery. It is Cautionary checks against Scandavian Craft - you are free to continue.##

Bridge to turrets- All guns stand down, I repeat all guns stand down.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Tarmac - Myos'kva Airport

"Heh, exciting. I hate it, why do you think i took up the Foreign Ministry."

*He glared at Fabien. The stench of money was ripe upon his shoulders.*

"The Diplomat room, why it's just a deluxe suite at the Namenklatura's hotel. Until the other delegates arrive.
When they do we will be moving to Dovrijsgrade about half an hours drive south of the capital. There you may rest then tomorrow you will be invited to the Revolutmos exibition as VIP guests.

I hope you have a good stay in the Federation."

*he closes the door and the car rumbles off leaving another 4 Nimtz' on the taxi lane.*

Tatiana smiled, and leaned back into the comfortable seat of the limousine as the car moved away almost soundlessly out of the airport. She gazed out of the window.

"I didn't imagine it quite like this, somehow..." she commented almost dreamily.

"How did you imagine it, then, Madam Secretary?"

She turned to face Beck. His tone was one of polite conversation, neither too detached nor too friendly. She laughed lightly.

"I'm not sure, I suppose. I haven't travelled very often. Any foreign country is fascinating to me. You can never really imagine them fully until you get there..." She trailed off.

Beck nodded politely.
"Have you ever been to West Ariddia?"

She lifted her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised at the unexpected question.
"Actually, no." She paused. "Have you ever been to Ariddia?"

He smiled faintly.
"No. I suppose all each of us knows about the other's country is rumours, or possibly biased facts."

"Possibly." She returned the smile a little uneasily, and turned her attention back to the window. She watched as the countryside gave way to the very foreign city scenes of Myos'kva. The rest of the trip was silent, until the limousine pulled up outside the hotel.

The Zepplin flew on by as the pilot was now safe in the knowledge that he would not be shot down needlessly. Dr Griff had heard about the incident but it had not disturbed him, he was too busy going over his research notes, Spooty was only a few inches from Space Flight and this trip would help that goal no end, he looked out the window as the sea turned into land, only a short while now.

The Zepplin touched down on the airport ground, Dr Griff was the first off, he was followed by a Spooty ambassador and finally the Pilot who was eager to get a drink following his ordeal, Dr Griff grabbed a ciger from his breast pocket and lit up, he looked around for the foreigner who was going to greet him.

The Parralax touched down swiftly comming to a halt, the hatch opens and a set of stairs fold out, immediatly Enforcers swarm out in guard formation and the delegation descends down the stairs, The Delegation was made up of Foreign Minister Hugoro Sarestus, 4 Scientists and one exec from Novacom Manufacturing, 4 Mechnician and 1 team lead from the NSD, and Admiral Kenzal of the Military. Mchnicians quickly march out and begin to perform maintence on the Parralax and the Vanguard Virage working with almost superhuman speed and efficiency, the Delegation reached the bottom of the stairs, for a moment there is a delay as Admiral Kenzal confers with the Enforcer Captain.

The Delegation is eager to begin the talks.

"Dr Griff, Minister Hugoro Sarestus."

*he extends his hand to shake.*

"Welcome to the tarmac of Kroblexskij Internationale. The limos are over there waiting for you, They will take you to the Dvorijsgrade Hotel where you may stay the night, tommorow you will be at the Revolutmos exibition as VIP guests."

*Minister Gregorei shows the cars.*

"The Arridian Delegates are already here. The car trip will be about half an hour. Have a good trip!"


#Tower, are there any more craft coming in?#
#Does not seem so. over.#
#ok. out.#

Minister Gregorei Pavolovich claps his gloves together and hops up and down. It was very cold even in his greatcoat. He opened his personal limo door and stepped inside. The temperature change was a shock to the body and he felt as if he was boiling.

"come on. To the hotel."

"Thank you minister, I look forward to it." Even in his winter jacket you could see the Doctors voice imprinted on the air, he pulled the cigar closer hoping to get warmer and then crawled into the Limo followed shortly after by the Spootian Diplomat.

"A Pleasure to meet you Dr.Griff, Allow me to introduce my associates, Admiral Kenzal of the Military, Professor Vlantos Miilantay of the Novacom Space Division and Naszalia Hortal of Novacom Manufacturing. It is indeed a pleasure to be here," He reaches forward and with a firm grip shakes the outstreched hand, as he says each name the indicated person steps forward, their Associates in pristine Dress Uniform hands clasped behind their backs are arrayed in small groups behind them showing only fierce enthusiasm as well as projecting a serene air of mystery. They don't really seem to be affected by the cold and their uniforms don't seem to be anything incredibly thick either.


"I thank you for your hospitality," with a polite incling of the head the Novacom Delegation does a swift military turn and walks in an almost military fashion over to the limo before enterring it swiftly, 16 Enforcers also accompanied them, 4 for each primary representative.

Dvorijsgrade Hotel

"Come on they will be here soon, i want everything to be perfect. We need to impress the delegates!"

The Partkom Kommissar was rarely pleased. A man who bullied his staff and then put on the big grin for the guests, everybody knew he ruled the roost and nobody but an interior agent could stop that.

"you know," whispers Ivan.

"I heard one group is a little bourgeois. Yeh the West Arridian"

"Bah, those men with their rockets and machines are just a bunch of lackeys."

"mm da"

*Chef Fredredik overhears the convosation.*

"Bourgeois?, I tell you what. I'll spit in their breakfast."

"Better damn do!"

The limousine pulled up outside the hotel, and the door was opened for Tatiana before she could do so herself. She stepped out, the snow crunching beneath her feet. Beck joined her.

"Doesn't look very communist to me," he commented, looking over the somewhat luxurious facade and entrance of the hotel. He spoke the words in Wymgani, a language few outside the Ariddian Isles were likely to understand. "Come to think of it, neither does the limo."

She flashed him an annoyed look, and he lifted his hands defensively.
"Sorry," he said.

She said nothing, though she could not help but feel impressed. She had never seen anything quite like this place. Of course, Beck was probably used to it.

"Ah, it looks as if someone's coming," she heard him comment.

OOC: Unless otherwise directed, I’ll skip the formalities of sending a telegram requesting to join.

IC:

Last week:

A young AIA Agent stood before the Premier’s desk, dressed in suit ant tie. He had only been an agent for , “Sir, we have taken note of a certain project going on in the friendly nation of Kro-blex-ski-j.” Nervously, he continued on, not wanting to appear like an idiot – “They are constructing a space station, possibly for military use.”

Premier Quetzalcoatl Nochtli looked up. Although not a tall man, he was in good shape and, if it weren’t for his usually cheerful demeanor, would probably intimidating,

“Alright, you believe we should get involved?” The twenty-six year old Premier asked.

“The AIA, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Minister of Intelligence and Minister of War all approve. They feel it might improve solidarity with our allies.” The agent said, trying to avoid the question.

“I would expect that, but, honestly, what do you think?”

“Uh.” The agent stood back, “I’d take caution. It might be profitable, but it might end up looking bad for us, as well.”

“Well, then let’s start this project.”

NOW:

The 32 year old Luke Wellington, the son of the Minister of Foreign Affairs sat back in his seat. Tired, he thought of the coming task. Although he had much experience with international dealings, this was larger than anything else he had worked on. He looked out the seat of the plane, it had been a long, quiet ride, and he couldn’t wait till it was over.

The pilot tranmited a message to Kroblexskij’s air control…

“This is Alpha-2 Flight 2250-A of the Aztec National League. Requesting permission to enter airspace and land at a local airport. We are unarmed, carrying one passenger.”

Dr Griff tumbled out of the Limo, in Spooty they had no such machine and the journey had been quite the learning experience, the Diplomat tumbled out afterwards and formed a neat shape in the snow, "Get up Herr Coates, we have to get inside the hotel before my balls completely dissapear." Dr Griff looked down at the bumbling diplomat, "My apologies Dr but i am not used to walking on Snow." The Diplomat slowly rose to his feet and followed the doctor inside.

Hugoro and his delegation exit the limo, still unphased by the particular biting weather, in fact they look positivley happy, "Such a pleasent winter you have here," to no-one in particular, the Delegation hears the shouting of another Delegation and turns to look and for the first time actually appear to show some emotion, a slight mix of shock and mirth, the Delegation begins to converse in Novan as they walk up to the hotel, "Impressive," as they enter the foyer, a non-novan wouldn't be able to tell if they meant it or not, even when they spoke english there were some quirks to Novan Dialect English that only a speaker of Novan could pick up on.

The Partkom Kommissar Flurries down the stairs as his greatcoat waves like a flag behind him. His hat seems ridiculously large and his smily manner slightly disturbing.

"Greetings all, welcome to the Dvorijsgrade Hotel!

I trust you all had a good travel, well never mind that, you are here now.
You will be escorted to your rooms shortly whilst luggage is unloaded.

May i say what an honour it is to you here."

*He pauses for the translator to finish translating.*

"As you can see you are under the highest protection, after all we wouldn't want our comrades in technology blown up. heh.. heh..

Yes well you go to your rooms then are free to do whatever, although remember to report to the desk or any nearby Interior Ministers.
Thank you and have a good stay."

*He jumps back inside and resumes shouting at another lowly employee for the most trivial of reasons.*


Krob Air Managment Centre

##Roger Roger, Alpha-2 Flight 2250-A, all clear to go, will inform all stations. Proceed to ladder rung 6 of Myos'kva Internationale station KR-01-B. OVER###

~~~~

DddRiing DDDring

"Da..

another?..

Yes i'll get back there right now.. - comrade, spin it round theres one more coming.

ok, da...

da zavtra comrade."

The limo turned around as another black Nimtz tailed. This would be the last one coming.

Happy that the lengthy flight was almost half over, the pilot said with relief “Roger that, proceeding with landing procedures, over.” In the aircraft’s GPS computer touch screen interface, he went through a list of airports in Kroblexskij, until he finally found “Myos'kva Internationale station KR-01-B.” He selected the airport and put in ladder rung 6.

In the cabin, Luke Wellington was almost half asleep. However, this would be soon disturbed. The pilot’s voice came over the intercom – “Mr. Wellington, please be advised that we are making preparing to land on ladder rung 6 at Myos'kva Internationale Station KR-01-B. We should be there shortly.”

After that, he felt the plane gently bank to the right. Although it hadn’t crossed his mind before, an interesting thought came up in his mind, ‘They might be intrigued that the Aztec government sent the son of an Englishman, Dr. Darius Wellington, to represent their affairs.’ The truth of the matter is despite the high population of Aztec and Mayan people in Aztlán, the remaining 20% of the population was highly diversified, a mix of Spanish, Russians, British and South East Asian cultures. Although for this situation, the Foreign Affairs Ministry would’ve sent a Russian, every Russian diplomat was on assignment. Despite being a rookie compared to many of the other agents in tenure, his experience was gold. Anyone who could deal with the Khalifah Al Muslamin and not break down had exceptional skill.

~~~15 MINUTES LATER~~~

A small charter jet slowly descended out of the winter sky. Although it was a small jet, it was a very modern jet – brand new, actually. On its wings, the emblem of the Red Air Core, the ANL’s air force shown brightly - on its tail, the Soviet Flag of Aztlán.

Quickly, the plane landed and moved down the runway with haste to make way for any other possible planes, and to get Luke on his way. The plane came to a stop and the cabin door swung open. Luke got out of his seat and put on his long black overcoat – although similar to the ANL’s NKVD-like military dress coats, this coat was simpler – no epilates, no colorful ranks, no holster for a gun, just a simple black coat.

He left the plane and the cool air surrounded him. Although the ANL was in the midst of fall, it was still relatively warm. Being in the ANL had affected his appreciation for the weather.

The Foreign Minister skidded on the tarmac, although it was practically an ice sheet. He walks confidently towards Luke Wellington and extents a hand.

"Good Evening Comrade, Welcome to kroblexskij, I trust your journey was uninterupted.

We had better pick up speed the others are already at the hotel, you have the use of this limo over your stay."

*He points to the nimtz, engine running with a thick layer of snow building up on the windowscreen. He also notices the flag and emblom of the plane.*

"Oh by the way it's good to see a fellow soviet join the project, I hope we may work together to explore the kosmos.
The journey will take about half an hour, you may then stay at the hotel or leave luggage there and go wandering."

*He looks around at the sky and city lights behind him.*

"I would rather stay, its getting late and to be honest you'll generally be 'escorted home' by the Interior Ministry."

*He steps into the car and makes his way off for the second time in the same day. The snow starts falling again and sirens can be heard in the city behind him.*

Luke nodded and waved good-by to the Foreign Minister. Not used to the icy cold weather, Mr. Wellington put his briefcase down on the icy ground. He leaned over t o pick up the case, pulled up…nothing. The case ended up frozen to the ground. He tried with two hands – the damned case didn’t budge.

Not wanting to offend anyone who could possibly be around him, he limited the profanity to his mind. Despite his efforts, the case would not be freed from the ice.

Frustrated, he gathered all his strength and kicked the case hard. Almost loosing his balance, he looked forward – success! The case was dislodged.

Retrieving his bag from the airplane with the freed briefcase in hand, he walked towards the Nimitz. It was a graceful looking car – though it sounded as it used a more traditional engine, rather than the ANL’s preference to the rotary engine. Putting his suitcase in the back, he walked in and greeted to the driver…”Very nice car, I must say.”

The driver couldnt really understand it that well, but he tried his best to, and using his limited english he replied.

"yes, it is..... cigar?"

He pulls out a thick cream coloured metal tube from a pocket in the front and holds it through the window.
About 5" long and almost 1" wide it is reserved for the highest profile people.

"good tobac....."

He puts it down on the small desk next to the phone, turns around, winds the window and starts to drive off.


The light was really fading now, so he picked up speed as the street lamps flickered on their red warm glow.

Luke Wellington looked at the metal casing. Although not a smoker, it was a kind act anyways. He put the cigar case in the breast pocket of his jacket and sat back, looking out the window. This was a most different environment – the icy roads and snow was the most awe-inspiring. Luke had never seen snow before up close. Of course, it was on the documentaries about being involved in foreign conflicts or the geographic educational programs, but, to actually be in it is different…

Pulling himself from the sight seeing he was indulging in, he opened his brief case – a stack of neatly organized papers was inside. Although the Foreign Ministry thought this mission wouldn’t be too difficult, they wanted Luke to be familiar with the culture. Although he was already in Kroblexskij, he still had plenty of time to read.

The limozine pulled round the corner of Strauss Kathed'ral past the huge rows of houses, their lights twinkled and the spries of the kathed'ral were lit from below, giving an impression of size and an air of mystery.

They continued on towards the River Dvor, one of the largest in kroblexskij and a lifeline of the Federation. Barges drove past among the thick tide currents marked out by bouys.
The car took a sharp right and the phone nearly fell of its hook. The driver took a puff from the cigar and as he slowed down at the gate he stubbed it out and threw it in the car's bin.

The guard, quite short and young stepped up to the window, his hat was topped with a light frost and some of it fell onto the drivers lap as he leaned through the open window.

"Watch it here."

"Hey, your telling the man with the gun.
Who's the passenger?"

"Another delegate comrade. You should have guessed by now."

"Can he understand us?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"Good. Come get moving."

The guard walked back to his hut and lifted the barrier. The car picked up again and drove on to the front door. The red carpet was still there although a little thicker and whiter, the guards stood outside the door in their boxes and the Partkom Kommissar again greeted Comrade Wellington.

"Good Evening Comrade, i trust your journey was a good one.

You will be escorted to your room and luggage will be cared for.
Tommorow you will be one of the guests of honour at the Revolutmos Convention. Get a good rest , the early sunrise will shock you and you may be put off a bit. But lets not let that get in the way."

He pauses for the translator to finish speaking and steps out of the way to allow the Delegate through, and closes the door after himself.

The hall was one of great proportions, fine oak finishings similar to an old railway station, brass lamp fittings and chandeliers, glass screens covered the desk and a bell was sat on the top.

A wide, sweeping set of stairs were directly ahead of the door, the speckled black and white tiled floor was almost a mirror, people walked back and forwards.
The ceiling was High and grand, long draping banners adourned the landing near the top of the staricase along with a marble bust of the Veeshie Ministr.

An old gramophone (http://img453.imageshack.us/img453/6802/gramophone2ka.jpg) was sat on a small high desk near a potted plant, it played Gordast' Say Viernykh Maryey and other national patriotic songs.
Beside that was an old glass fronted cabinet, inside sat comemorative plates and medals, black and white photos and certificates. All denoted famous people and events that had taken place here.

The Veeshie Ministr had stayed here.
Premier Vskayskij of the first Federation had made some of his biggest descisions in the grounds of the garden and on the banks of the Dvor.
The revolution conspirators met here and organised in the wine cellars.
And in the years 1470 till 1889, the Dvor Family castle stood here untill it was razed to the ground and rebuilt as a hotel for the new higher class wanting to explore the mountains and sea.

The building had a huge history, and now to add to the cabinet was the meeting of nations to build a space station never before seen by mankind.

Chapter two - the meeting of Delegates

With the formalities over the true space may begin. The story leads to the Hotel entrance where seven nimtz limozines are sat engines running, waiting to carry the delegates to the krem'l hall for the RevolutMos convention.
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Dvorijsgrade Hotel Entrance

The Black, slick cars sat in a curved line around the stone staircase, their running engines melted the layer of snow dropping onto the bonnets, from the light clouds. The moon was still ghostly clear in the sky.

The red carpet was being unrolled and national flags hung from the flagpoles.

Speaker around Dvorijsgrade beamed out their usual propaganda; anthems, slogans and headlines.
Buskers were setting up in the small town square. The Metro system was up and running, although it never really ceased. Barges sailed down the Dvor, their crews singing violently. A small passenger jet passed overhead and the day looked fine.

Perfect for the unveiling of the RevolutMos Convention at the Krem'l hall.
The delegates would be coming soon. to the cars. The Foreign Minister had previously called the krem'l to check that all was well.

He pulled out a cigar and checked he still had some spearmint gum left to mask the smell. He lit up and stood round the corner of the pilar next to him and read the mornings newspaper.

Krem'l Exibition Hall

The glass roofed hall stood grand and empty before, but now it wa a bustling centre of activity.
Different stages and areas were marked out. Models were being brought in and demonstrations perfected. A replica liquid fueled engine was sat in the corner. Rockets and designs hung from the ceiling and covered the walls. Glass cases containing rock samples and space suits stood behind red ropes.

Guides were getting dressed and ticket booths opened up outside the main entrance. Everybody was ready for the main event and they knew that other countries delegates would be visiting.
The interior Ministry had been clearing areas and checking for bombs, bugs or snipers positions. They had installed metal detectors and x-ray machines for bags.
Translators were at hand and the exibitions had been translated for the ease of the federations guests.

The months of planning were about to pay off.

Tatiana Lores, the PDSRA's Assistant Secretary for Science and Technology, simply could not believe the luxury she was now surrounded with. She made her way down the large stairway of the hotel, marvelling at it all the while. Her room had been spacious, the bed undoubtedly the softest she had ever slept in, and breakfast simply delicious. To top it all, she had been fascinated to learn about the building's history. She was finding it hard to adjust to it all, and was unsure quite how to react. A nagging part of her found all this luxury almost... suspicious, in a communist nation. But at the same time, she was enjoying every moment of it.

And now... now, the historic day had come! She was unable to repress a shiver of excitement as she made her way into the entrance hall.

Let's see what happens now...

Dr Griff walked out of the vechile alone, the Spootian diplomat had come down with a cold but was confident that Dr Griff could take over, Griff had the mind of a calculator and so the Grandiose building to him merely said "needless" to him it was just a hall, but still he made out that he was impressed as was the instructions given to him by the diplomat, he took out his pipe and began to light up.

The Novacom Delegation headed up by Foreign Minister Hugoro Sarestus stepped out of the limo, they were truly a sight to behold they had effected ceremonial dress fighly fashionable yet functional, Flared shoulders loose fitting tunic, as well as form hugging trousers and elegant yet functional boots, The Delegation smiles distantly at the guards while walking almost floating unaffected by warmth or cold betraying nothing about the climate of their homeland, with an unknown glimmer in their eyes they continue into the hall donversing in the cryptic Novan language (just for note Novan language isnt actually known outside of my borders so they will be speaking in english :P ) all of them carrying strange briefcases.

"We look forward to actually sorting out the details, I would be happy if we could keep most of the politicking seperately," Hugoro casualy says to no-one in particular, affecting a tired expression at the mention of Politics, after all Politics as they were world wide were nothing like Novacom Politics, if they could be called such.

Luke Wellington was impressed by the amenities in the country. It was re-affirming to see that communist and socialist countries were doing well. Aztlán, since the democratic rise of the socialist government, had tried to dispel the stereotype of a struggling, impoverished commune or the idea of a corrupt, dictatorial superpower. Although much of the world wouldn’t accept such as system, the ANL’s Socialist Republic was thriving compared to many capitalist “democracies”.

Looking forward to the meeting, Luke walked out onto the carpet, knowing that he was representing the 4.5 billion people back in the ANL.

Gregorei heard the footsteps of the people on the tiles and threw his cigar into a nearby black metal bin.
He kept the tube, it was a nice place to keep his more usual rolls, his pocket now contained three of the cream and red cases. He wasn't supposed to be using them and he knew that if he was found with them he would be severly prosecuted.

He pulled out the gum and took a piece, the spearmint jabbed through the smoke and a cool relief was left in his throat.
He brushed down any ash off his coat and went off to greet and direct the people. He hoped that their first night in the Nomenklatura's favourite hotel had left a lasting impression on them.

Gregorei walked up the steps, appearing as if he had been walking into the hotel through the car park. The simple trick made him look as if he had never been there at all.

He waved at the delegates, returning from a good nights sleep. He saw their faces and knew they were amazed by the hotel. It had been a good choice by the Ministry. The next step was the krem'l.

Gregorei ran it through his mind; The trip would be about fourty-five minutes, the cars would line up outside the krem'l and enter the main gate. the cars would proceed along the path to the door of the hall and then they would enter and marvel at the sights. Then back to the hotel for a fine dinner.

He stood at the bottoms of the stairs and clasped his hands together.

"Good morning! Did you all have good nights and breakfasts?

The, er, cars are here for you to go to the krem'l Exibition Hall.
The RevolutMos Convention is located there and you shall be guests of honour at it. It will show the years of kosmik exploration by the revolution; Past, Present and Future Spacecraft. Physics of the universe and discoveries made by probes from all around the planet.

I will stop talking and let you see it for your own eyes."

He ushered them towards the cars, each with the individual flag of the nation on, a translator sat inside and a pamphlet of the exibition conveniently written in each language.

The cover was glossy and newly printed, a picture of the Hall's famous glass roof was overshadowed by an image of the stars and black space and a rocket about to launch. The TRident RevolutMos logo sat in the top right corner of the cover, and a small flag of kroblexskij underneath it. The pages were quite thick, a magazine type, the print was large and pictures and diagrams dotted the paper.


This Convention would to prove to the world that Kroblexskij was a powerful nation and could unite others for the common good of the Kosmos.

Tatiana slipped into the car, and settled into the comfortable back seat. The air outside was crisp and cold, but inside the car it was almost warm. She smiled politely at the driver and translator, then picked up the pamphlet. Her gaze lingered on the cover for a moment, then she opened it and began reading. It was in French. Their hosts were certainly making every possible effort to make them feel welcome.

Once the car began moving, she set down the pamphlet for a moment, and looked outside. It was snowing lightly once more, and she did not want to miss anything of the city sights.

OOC: is anybody doing this anymore?

Luke Wellington looked over the pamplet...he was amused by the different languages in there. While he knew a bit of Russian, he was most familar with English and Spanish. He didn't bother looking for a section in Nahuatl, the native's language in the ANL. It was nearly impossible to print unless you have the right equipment to do so, and even then it was an ardious task. It was an interesting read, worthy of it's purpose.

Luke greeted his translator and extended out his hand in friendship - "Hello, my friend, glad to meet you. I'm Luke Wellington, member of Aztlán's Dimplomatic Core. Your name is...?"

ooc: oh thank goodness post coming soon, i thought it was dead.
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