NationStates Jolt Archive

The sounds of opposing swords is a sweet sound to any Agentie-young or old. But it was more then just a sound of swords... it was the sound of growth. It had been almost 5 years since the Rogutis Uprising, and only one agentie had been lost during this time. Fresh recruits and constant birth rates where giving way to a constant 7000 graduation every year into operation. Numbers where growing... space was not. Most of the Blackatia frindly nations who have been gracious enough to allow safe houses and operation centers where becoming to concentrated with to high of numbers. More space was critical to the Agencies continued growth.

But a ray of hope soon began to shine as news of embassies where being accepted and space was avalible, and if they are willing to accept embassies, maybe they where willing to house a few safe houses and operation centers.

That night the Master hall was alove with sounds of voices and yells as the grand council discussed the possibility of existing within Vetalia was even a good option.

" Our intell on this nation suggests that friendly relations with this nation may require more then money and a quick talking diplo-agentto accomplish. It would seem to risky." announced one of the councilman as he placed a pile of papers on the large black ornate table which the council sat around.

The Council began to murmur under their breathe about what was said. Tension still ran high in the council since the uprising. But in a suprise turn of events the grand master himself spoke saying

" Foolish, and weak council, you fear what you should not. This nation poses no threat to us, or our kind... I shall go and meet with them myself and negoitate with them. I am sure we can reach a deal."

The council said nothing as the grand master turned and walked away from the table and exited the room. AS the door closed the council said nothing and slowly left as well.

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That next morning The Grand master himself arrived at the Blackatia Agentie Airstrip and boarded his personnel craft. He was expected to arrive within the hour and needed to leave quickly. The planes engines quickly started up and started to move the plane. It was no time at all that the craft was airborne and on it way to Vetalia. And hour later the plane arrived. Landing and taxied to a hanger....

Leonov International Airport, Vetalia City

A light morning rain poured down as the honor guard assembled to welcome the arriving delegates from the Blackatia. Although there were other airports than Leonov servicing the city, it was always chosen to receive foreign delegates simply due to the area around it. Rising high only a few kilometers away was the city's gleaming, booming CBD, and to the west was the central arms production complex for the Vetalian army. It was chosen to show the sheer wealth and power of the country and to give foreign nations an idea of whom they were dealing with.

And, like any important Vetalian structure, the airport was carefully designed to influence the people within. At this time, the facility was brightly lit, the elaborate and ornate architecture of the facilities giving a warm and welcoming feel for arriving delegates. If it were clear they were receiving enemies, the lighting would have changed, with its architecture taking on a twisted and corrupt elegance that would be combined with uncomfortable cold to unnerve the unwelcome visitors. However, the government preferred to ensure the comfort of most visitors to the country, and so kept the area comfortable for the benefit of the Agentie and the other millions of people that used the airport every day.

Standing under the ceremonial awning on the runway were the Praetor, effective prime minister of the Empire, and Proconsul of State, the chief dipomatic official in the country. As the plane drew near, the officials sent word for cars to be brought around, and the honor guard assembled crisp formations, flags fluttering in the air, as the foreign emissaries neared their terminal.

As the jet closed the distance between the honor guard and the awning it slowed down to a near crawl. The jet itself was a symbol of the people it carriered. It was sleek and streamline with no visible metal jointings to be seen. The engines where as quite as if they where not even operating.

As the door of the jet lined uped with the honor guard, the jet came to a quick but elegant stop. And with a 1 minute pause of no activity a door opened from what seemed like no where. The interior was as black as the outer hull of the craft, and from this void came forth 6 men in full body ornate armor plus a black silk cape which drapped onto the flooring of the hanger. On one leg was the fabled Agentie pistol in all its majesty, and on the other was the legandery Agentie sword, light ,powerfull and only a hair thick. As they cam forth from the craft they gave no hint of noticing the honor guard walking past them straight to the cars that had been brought to them.

As they approached the cars they, in unison, pulled their swords from their scabbards and prefromed a ceremonial demonstration which ended in them kneeling and their swords placed into the concrete, from which they made no other movement. And from that point the Grand Master himself came from the craft, his armor more dazzeling then the others and far more ornate in its design which incorporated Gold plating, the cape he bore was one of pure dragonscale leather and gold thread. As he walked down they stairs of the craft on to the concrete he inspected the honor guard. But no one would know as he wore his helmet at all times around those he has never met.

As he approached the awaiting dignitaries, he looked at one of his own guards and kicked him to the ground. His kick pushed the guard almost 5 feet back. The Grand Master apologized fro his action explaining that he noticed his guard miss a count of the presentation. After his explaination he extended his hand to meet the led diginitary.

Master and Council of The Black Agents,

The Barbaric Empire of Xeraph wishes to extend a hand of friendship to your nation. Upon the order of the Regents, an ambassadorial residence is hereby alloted to BA. It is located n our capitol of Ravennii, and can accomodate 25 staff, 25 security personnel, two land vehicles, and a HCGS.

Regent Vlad of The Grey Phoenix, Sethanis of Black Shadows, and John of The Isles of Xeraph await your response.

OOC: cool. We had better make a new thread for this.. as to not clutter this thread up..