NationStates Jolt Archive

The airport was under thorough watch by the Royal Guard. The runway of Sunset City International Airport was lined with soldiers, all wearing their dark purole uniforms, white breeches, bright golden belts and armbands, and knee high leather boots. Each man kept his SIG 550 frimly against his shoulder as they awaited the foreign diplomats planes to land.

General Lord Phillip Blaine stood at the terminal, awaiting the delegates. His job would be to greet the men or women as they came, and escort them to a waiting vehicle, which would ferry them to the castle.

At the castle, the king was sitting quite comfortably watching a fire as his servants frantically ran about setting up so that the house looked spotless for the guests.

Vsevolod Aleksandr, the Foreign Minister of No Taxes, arrived at the Sunset City International Airport after a very comfortable flight. The flight staff lowered the stairs quickly and efficiently and shortly thereafter Aleksandr stepped out onto the tarmac.

The first thing he noticed was the soldiers everywhere with guns. Was all this security really neccessary, mused Aleksandr. After spotting what appeared to be the head official he walked over with a smile preparing to greet the man.

A high ranking Griffincrest board member stepped off of his sleek lear jet and onto the tarmac. His suitcase was leaking papers, and his tie was flapping about in the wind as he made his way to the Blainseville general. He extended his hand and shouted above the sound of the jet engine

"Jack Phoenixclaw! How are ya?"

Two men in blood red suits step out of a private jet. After a quick sweep of the area another man followed. He too was decked in blood red but his were robes, the exact length need to hover slightly above the ground. The Prime minister ariving for a simple delegates job was astounding. But he looked the part. Walking foward with the two gaurds in front he aproached the congregated delegates. The right gaurdsmen extended his hand towards the gentlemen.

"These are my hands, my right and my left. I do nothing without them. How are you gentlemen?" The Prime minister said through his right.

The plane landed quickly. The Minister of Foreign Affairs, Andrew Warolof, stepped off the plane. He was sturdy, around 5'10. His dark grey hair rustled in the wind, as the other members of the delegation arrived. This was of course, General Peter Herol, Senator Tyvinskov, Senator Ferhelled, and Ambassador Douglass Guert. The men walked steadily, behind them, were about 10 well dressed men, with wireless earpieces. They appeared too form a box formation around the delegation. Mr. Warolof approached the waiting man.

"Schreckliches Wetter, das wir haben. Wie bist du heutiger Tag Sir?"

The mans face crimmpled. The Minister took this as a sign of clulessness.

"Pardon. How are you sir? He extended his arm, with a small smile on his face. The bodyguards stood tall, constantly surveying the surroundings.

Phoenixclaw leaned over to the No Taxes delegate. "So this is the jerk off we are about to bomb hehehe" he chuckled as he finished the sentence. "Alittle over prepared?"

Phoenixclaw leaned over to the No Taxes delegate. "So this is the jerk off we are about to bomb hehehe" he chuckled as he finished the sentence. "Alittle over prepared?"


Alexanders head snapped too face the man. His teeth gritted. he slowly raised his hand, too settle the uneasy guards. He turned too them, and approached them.

"You are agressors...you bomb and kill on whimsical judgment... how can you live with yourselves?"

He looked at the men, with a small hint of disgust in his face.

"Where am I too proceed?"

Vsevolod laughed at Alexander's statement.

"Tis but business. Perhaps if you had not left the CA so abruptly things would have worked out differently."

I suppose we have a right to be involved, Thought the Foreign Affairs Minister of Admiral-Bell. We did ally ourselves, what a mistake. But we are stuck with it.
He heard the pilot up front:
"Sunset City International Airport Flight controller, requesting permission to land."
In for a penny, in for a pound.

Jack's face went grim. He seemed alittle embarrased. He didn't think the Aushan would hear him. "Ahem..well boys, can I get anyone a beer?" he said, waiting for the Blainesville general and walking towards the airport bar.

Jack's face went grim. He seemed alittle embarrased. He didn't think the Aushan would hear him. "Ahem..well boys, can I get anyone a beer?" he said, waiting for the Blainesville general and walking towards the airport bar.



"What do you suggest? A hearty glass of blood?"

The Aushans chuckeled.

"When are these negotiations too begin? We are eager too see if we can change your one-track minds, in a differn't direction."

He smiled, obviously using the statement too procure a lighter overall mood.

OOC: Whats with Blackhelm and weird last names?

Bronzehammer, Longsword, stuff like that, Im just waiting to see SpreadEagle.

OOC: Whats with Blackhelm and weird last names?

Bronzehammer, Longsword, stuff like that, Im just waiting to see SpreadEagle.

Ah..I'm glad you asked. I was going to make a factbook but I'm way to lazy. My old nation, Exponent, was founded when a Roman merchant fleet crashed in modern day Nigeria. Everyone took their last name after a prized possesion that distinguished them from others i.e. a black helmet, a bronze hammer and so on. Exponent collapsed during a plague, and the Confederacy was born by emergency measures to keep the old empire together.

The right hand retracted his apendage as the Prime minister turned to the new arrival.

"I see you came with gaurds aswell, trust ye little of the delegates of your former friends?"

"Well, I'm glad to see that you all have arrived. Follow me." General Blaine said as he lead the delegates out of the airport. Outside was a row of black limosines, each one with the chauffer holding the door open. General Blaine entered the first, and waited for the rest to enter their limousines. When they did, they would be of to Blaine castle.

The foriegn minister boarded a limo trying not to be seen. Ahh, I hope this goes well.

As the limo crowded with NA, RFF, and BC delegates, the bodyguards sprung. All 15 pulled ouy thier M-9's and fired directly at the RFF and BC delegates. The "Foreign Minister" pulled off his clever facemask, and pulled his M-9. He too, began too open fire.

As the limo crowded with NA, RFF, and BC delegates, the bodyguards sprung. All 15 pulled ouy thier M-9's and fired directly at the RFF and BC delegates. The "Foreign Minister" pulled off his clever facemask, and pulled his M-9. He too, began too open fire.

...what the fuck? That was incredibly noobish.

...what the fuck? That was incredibly noobish.

well, we are at war, smart one. :p

Please Rp the reaction.

The foriegn minister heard explosions come from the other car.
What the..

Phoenixclaw dove over the limo and pulled out a pearl handled Colt revolver. "There goes any hope of them being saved" he muttered as he fired over the hood of the limo.

Vsevolod smiled to himself as he heard the gunshots from another limo. Sounds like they are having a bit of fun, he thought, I didn't expect much from this conference anyways.

The revolver was slow too fire, thus easily outmatched by the M-9s. A guard was able too sneak around, and aim at the BC delegate.

OOC: Another strike against Ausha, eh?

Jack quickly aimed and fired at the guard, then dove into the limo and began screaming "GO GO GO"

Several guards fired into the ajar door section of the limosine, in which the delegate was moving toward.

Others, were able too get in front of the vehicle, and fired shots into the winshield and drivers window.

...The men would have been killed as soon as they took out their guns, i said i had a load of armed soldiers lined up, so...

Fluid time travel

As soon as the Aushans whipped out their guns, General Blaine pulled out his own handgun, and nearly 30 surrunding soldiers pointed their SIG 550's at the Aushan band. Blaine thought to himself "Thank God I wore Kevlar today"

...The men would have been killed as soon as they took out their guns, i said i had a load of armed soldiers lined up, so...

Fluid time travel

As soon as the Aushans whipped out their guns, General Blaine pulled out his own handgun, and nearly 30 surrunding soldiers pointed their SIG 550's at the Aushan band. Blaine thought to himself "Thank God I wore Kevlar today"
OOC:
Ok, but they were standing in one place. You never rped them following us. as far as im concerened they are still standing on the tarmac, lined up, while we are heading too the limos.