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Air Space above International Waters, Flight 61138: Kraven Diplomatic Envoy

This was a diplomatic meeting, Kraven didn’t have many of these, the droves of nations that fear Kraven and its forces never dared ask for a diplomatic meeting, most nations just figured that Kraven didn’t do Diplomacy, that it was either all or nothing, well the fact is, Kraven did do Diplomatic meetings, just no one bothered to ask…

But even so this time it was special, Drexel Hillsville had a massive resource package that Kraven was just drooling to harvest, the various officers and Secret Police Reichmarshals figured that if they could secure the mining rights to these resources the Kraven War Machine could be fed for a total of three wars, even so, Kraven could just take the resources by force, but its had a bad track record of doing that in the past several years.

Most nations have realised what a threat Kraven is and so band together in great alliances and stop the Kraven Military dead in its tracks, preventing them from procuring much needed assets and resources..

Regardless, Reichmarshal Helghan was currently seated in a sleek black Private jet, with him were fifteen of his personal bodyguard, Sardaukar each one sat in the back of the plane, waiting for their orders to activate, but Helghan sat quietly, the noise of his respirator clicked every so often as he took another breath, the inside of his lungs were burnt and scared after his fall into the acid bath, so he had to wear this gear to keep him alive, it fed him nutrients and kept his blood supplied with oxygen, his death mask also allowed him to see….

A Capitol Police pilot stepped out of the cabin and strode towards Helghan, with a sharp crisp salute he began to speak, his voice altered by the vox caster built into the flight helmet he wore…

“Reichmarshal, we are two hours away from the Drexel Hillsville nation, would you like us to inform the Drexel government?”

“Yes, PDX 223, Inform them at once, have them prepare for my arrival…”

“By your Command…”

The Craft sent out its message before altering its course slightly, bringing it on a more comfortable heading….

“This is Flight 61138, we are approaching Drexel Territorial waters, we are awaiting permission to land, Master Reichmarshal Helghan is on board, Please Advise…”

The voice was a cold mechanical one, it showed no emotion and was more machine like than any human voice should be, anyone hearing it would have instantly recognised it as a Capitol Police Trooper, obviously a Pilot in this case, but still that Cold, Empty voice would pierce the mind of anyone who heard it… the Psychological factor of these machine men was immense… and Kraven used it well…


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On Sentry Island Charlie the radio call was picked up quickly. Corporal Brightling shivered as he listend to it. Without haste he forwarded it to the Kremlit in Downings. He thought that getting rid of the message would rid his mind of the cold, hauntig voice.

With in minutes of the Kremlit hearing of the inevitable arrival, unexplained orders were sent out all over Downings. Emmet International Airport was instantly closed to civilian and commercial business. Fourteen square miles of the city were closed off and as many civilians as possible were forced out of their homes by the Hillian Army. A total of twenty-eight Mechanized Divisions were deployed, two to each square mile. Five platoons of infantry accompanied by two more Mechanized Divisions were deployed at Emmet International. Also at the airport was a single platoon of the Impireacht's finest, the Black Berets.

A short response sent out to the incoming aircraft, "Runway 3, Hanger 4"

Twenty men. The best New Aeson had to offer. They had been undergoing intensive training since they were children. They were deadly with any weapon, or none. And this mission was the culmination of all of that.

"And we're spending it lurking in the middle of nowhere, waiting for a goddamn diplomatic party," muttered Salvadore, checking his weapon.

"What?" Asked the leader.

"Sorry," said Salvadore, "Just a little bit of fourth wall breaking."

"You never make any sense at all."

Salvadore shrugged, and continued checking his weapon. They were lying alongside the road between the airfield nearest to the Kremlit and the Kremlit itself. In all probability, the Kraven diplomatic party would be coming along this road. Until then, nothing to do but wait, and ponder the four walls of life in an RP.

An officer of the Hillian army woke the Supreme Admiral Crowley, "Sir, the Kraven Diplomat is on his way, we have taken all the security measures that you had asked us to."

"Good, good" the groggy old man said, "wake Mr. Brady as well as my security team, they will be coming with me to this meeting."

The officer saluted his superior and walked out of the dark room saying, "Sir, yes sir!"

Crowley got dressed and walked around the Kremlit. He even went to the top of the bunker. Looking out the window he whispered to him self, "They come."

The aircraft was expertly brought down onto the runway, its wheels touched the tarmac with a puff of smoke and screech of wheels, the engines powered up as the reverse thrust was engaged and as the crafts powerful engines brought the craft to a stand still, the crew inside began to prepare the steps to disembark from… Helghan looked out of the window, looking at all the armoured cars, tanks and jeeps, the various soldiers stood around, and the distinct lack of civilian flights leaving the air port…

“You’d think the Devil himself was paying them a visit…” Helghan quietly thought to himself…

“But then again… some say we are…” He continued to muse over in his head, before the craft was brought to a stop, the steps were lowered and the hulking Sardaukar phase 4’s disembarked down the ramp towards the tarmac, each one step was mechanical, the pistons and servos made distinct noises, the crude madness of Kraven, people twisted and perverted into the epitome of machine warfare…

Helghan stepped onto the ramp, his breathing was laboured and the machines that aided his life were working away, he took a step forward, his legs and joints creating the same noises as the Sardaukar before him…

Below The Sardaukar had fanned out and made a protective cordon, their lazer Target designators were pinpointing soldiers, tanks, and vehicles, it was a standard operation of the Sardaukar, each one was evaluating the situation with threat detectors working out the probability of the fight going in their favour, while there were many things arrayed against them, the odds were looking… interesting to say the least…

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Helghan now stood at the front of the formation, awaiting the Ambassador from the Drexel’s nation to meet with him…

Several of the Hillain soldiers noticed red dots on the uniforms. Qucikly they aimed their M25s at the foriegn men. Snipers instantly dropped to the ground and found targets for their M210s The Grenediers also trained their GL-12 on various targets, including the ambassador's plane. Another platoon of Black Berets entered the airport, accompanied by a single Humvee. Sensing the tension the Berets trained the laser sights from their K-3 Liberators on the groups of men by the plane.

A single man stepped out of the Humvee. He wore the uniform of a typical Hillian officer. He appraoched the Kraven ambassador, his hand out in friendship, "I'm Brigadier General Fluck, if you would please follow me I will take you to the Kremlit."

Several of the Hillain soldiers noticed red dots on the uniforms. Qucikly they aimed their M25s at the foriegn men. Snipers instantly dropped to the ground and found targets for their M210s The Grenediers also trained their GL-12 on various targets, including the ambassador's plane. Another platoon of Black Berets entered the airport, accompanied by a single Humvee. Sensing the tension the Berets trained the laser sights from their K-3 Liberators on the groups of men by the plane.

A single man stepped out of the Humvee. He wore the uniform of a typical Hillian officer. He appraoched the Kraven ambassador, his hand out in friendship, "I'm Brigadier General Fluck, if you would please follow me I will take you to the Kremlit."

Helghan looked at the officer, the cybernetic eyes focusing in on him, with a distinct whirr, that was audible to those around him…

Helghan outstretched his arm, the motors in his arm worked to reach out to the officer, grasping his hand in a firm hand shake as the servo’s in Helghans fingers closed around the officers hand…

“I am Helghan… Master Reichmarshal of The Kraven Secret Police…”

His voice was as cold and mechanical as the Capitol Police, his voice was destroyed in the accident, along with the majority of his limbs, his sight, his ability to breath on his own, and a major part of his flesh, the death mask he wore kept him alive, and was also incredibly useful in the Interrogation of criminals and enemy soldiers… but also in Diplomatic meetings…

Helghan and his body guard quickly, followed the officer once the introductions were out of the way..