NationStates Jolt Archive

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The sun was shining and skipping across the still blue water below the Zinnia Cove Waterfront Ballroom. The large, pristinely white building sate nobly on top of one of the many lush, rocky cliffs making up the north coast of Zinaire. Below the impeccably clean glass roof of the the ballroom, workers were making the final preparations for the gala that would start in the afternoon. Against the ballroom's outside walls, operatives from three agencies– the Zinairian National Police Department (ZNPD), the Zinairian Army's Diplomatic Defense Division and the Army's Tactical Operations Division (TOD)– rested before a long shift protecting the rulers of half a dozen countries and important diplomats from a handful more. At every one of their waists there was an HK Mark 23 (SOCOM) pistol, the men from ZNPD carried P90s, those from the Diplomatic Defense Division– F2000s and the operatives from TOD had their heavy Barrett M82 sniper rifles resting at their feet.

At the Zinairian International Airport in Zinaire City, around 50 km away, a line of Bell 430 helicopters was waiting to take dignitaries to the gala.

Empress Kaori always had the worst phobia about flying. She practically had to be dragged on. Her daughter however liked flying but hated thunder and lightning. Thus when the plane entered a stormy area of turbulence both of them were peterfied beyond belief. "Eriko, you should sleep."

"Yeah? You should too mother!"

"Who can sleep with this...Turbulence."

Thunder crashed

"Who can sleep with that much thunder."

Bantering between them usually eased whatever fears and anxieties they were having at the moment. The plane landed at last with out incident. Both women proceeded to the Airport bathroom to change into Kimonos. Eriko's was a pink floral Kimono, while Kaori's was a sky blue Kimono. Eriko's hair was lose but Kaori's was neatly tied back with a matching ribbon. "Well let's go meet our hosts honey."

Both walked out now dressed drawing some eyes of curious on-lookers

After a fairly rough trip across the sea Aya and Marco arrived finally in Zinairan. "What a lovely place." Aya said.

The first of many airplanes landed onto the Zinairian National Airbase which, right now held 5,000 fireworks. The Airbus ACJ landed onto the roadway, 150 pyrotechnicians ready to plan a fireworks show. The plane stopped and the door opened and a stairway came out of the plane.

IC:

Having gotten clearance from the tower, the slightly noisy C-144 Supersonic Transport carrying President Arnold and General Bernard Hardbeck touch down on the main runway, and taxied to the V.I.P ramp.

When the C-144 (Think Tu-144D Charger) came to a stop, stairs rolled down from the side of the cockpit, and the forward part of the nose remained down. President Arnold stepped out first, in his Air Force dress blues that he had worn as a four-star General, and his right chest had about 10 different medals hanging off of it. He stepped cautiously down the stairs, and then General Hardbeck emerged.

General Bernard Hardbeck resembled Patton somewhat, but was his own toughened look , and he even had an empty holster on his hip for a Colt 1873 pistol. He had just two medals hanging off, not wanting to show off his various medals.

John conferred with him at the bottom of the stairs, "I think we're supposed to go to those Bell 430's over there.." Nodding, General Hardbeck followed President Arnold to the helicopters..

At the airport, the Air Force Pilot Officer who was in charge of the helicopters noticed two oddly dressed women approaching, he called over one of the pilots.

"That's the empress of Nippon Kyokai and her daughter. They're early, so fly over around and show 'em the sights a bit, then land at the ballroom."

Just then the officer's radio buzzed and crackled something about a delegation arriving at the harbor. The Pilot Officer motioned another Airman over.

"Head on down to the harbor and pick up the people from AHSCA."

At the Zinairian National Airbase the plane containing the pyrotechnicians from Avalic landed. A group of Airmen swarmed the plane, ready to unload the fireworks and put them on the waiting Chinook helicopters. A Captain from the compound's army base pushed through the crowd to inspect the fireworks. Once he was done, the Airmen loaded them onto a Chinook with the technicians climbing into the other three. The helicopters took off at full throttle towards the ballroom about 100 km away.

Back at the ZIA, two men in military dress approached the helicopters. The Pilot Officer gave instructions to another Airman before greeting the Calizorinstanian delegation and showing them to their helicopter.

In his comfortable seat onboard one of Zaheran's official airliners, Marius Stee, Minister of Foreign Affairs for the Holy Empire of Zaheran, finished his briefing papers about Zinaire and fastened his seatbelt as the airplane made an elegant landing on the airport. He walked out of the plane, followed by two muscular, if not especially bright, men in black suits going by the names of Arnold and Hans. The many medals on his uniform jacket clinked as he walked towards the helicopters.

From Arouet Drive, Lot #12, a Bulletproof Mercedes-Benz S-Class Guard was being driven from the Avalican Embassy in Zinaire. "Where to Mr. Spirit?" said the driver. "To the Zinnia Cove Waterfront Ballroom," said the ambassador. The Mercedes than turned north.

"An areal tour?" Kaori asked.

"Mother is afraid of flying."

"She speaks the truth. "

"We do appreciate the offer though."

"Could you maybe give us a ground tour?"

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Back at the ZIA, two men in military dress approached the helicopters. The Pilot Officer gave instructions to another Airman before greeting the Calizorinstanian delegation and showing them to their helicopter.

John and General Hardbeck got into their assigned Bell 430, and as they strapped themselves in John said "I'd bet you've flown on a 430 before Bernard. Didn't you do a recon mission in a civilian 430 over Alpine once?" Bernard chuckled and he said "That I did, though pot shots were taken at me, so I had to get out of there quick. Well, this time, it should go good." John looked outside and he said to the Pilot Officer "The Hawker Cossacks should arrive here shortly. I guess we're a bit early for the Gala."

The Pilot Officer spotted Marius Stee and his two bodyguards approaching. He went to greet them while motioning for an Airman to start his helicopter.

Just before the officer could shake Mr. Stee's hand, the pilot who was supposed to fly the empress tapped his shoulder.

"The empress is afraid of flying, they want a ground tour."

"Go put them in that Royale over there and tell the driver to make it a short tour, we don't want them to be late."

The Airman nodded and ran back to the women from Nippon Kyokai.

After finally greeting Mr. Stee, the Pilot Officer headed back to the helicopter containing the Calizorinstanians to give final instructions to the pilot. As he was leaving, the president told him the Cossacks were on the way.

"Just make sure they land at the airbase. Good seeing you Mr. President, General."

Marrion Averly, head of the pyrotechnicians was speaking with the other pyrotechnicians. "Okay, we put these fireworks here, here, and here. Than we start setting down these fireworks in this group, this is the most important group though as this will be the finale. When I say the codeword "Peace" set all these fireworks but wait till the other one finishes it's spectacle and then in the group over here, it's important to set them exactly on the same time. Luckily I took these laptops with us so setting all these fireworks will be easier for us to manage. Though I only brought 20 of them so we must organize into groups..." and the planning kept going on.

The Pilot Officer spotted Marius Stee and his two bodyguards approaching. He went to greet them while motioning for an Airman to start his helicopter.

Just before the officer could shake Mr. Stee's hand, the pilot who was supposed to fly the empress tapped his shoulder.

"The empress is afraid of flying, they want a ground tour."

"Go put them in that Royale over there and tell the driver to make it a short tour, we don't want them to be late."

The Airman nodded and ran back to the women from Nippon Kyokai.




"Thank you so very much. I hope we aren't putting you out by this."

After finally greeting Mr. Stee, the Pilot Officer headed back to the helicopter containing the Calizorinstanians to give final instructions to the pilot. As he was leaving, the president told him the Cossacks were on the way.

"Just make sure they land at the airbase. Good seeing you Mr. President, General."

John nodded and he said "They will, I gave them charts for this area, ah, they're landing at the airbase now I should think. Thank you sir, have a good afternoon, or evening." General Hardbeck did the same and he said "Well, this Gala should be fun, we'll have a Cossack flyover, and I heard that some nation was bringing Supermarine Storkes as well for a fly over.."

Aya and Marco were prombtly greeted. "You have a very beautiful country." Aya said.

"I take it we're early? That's good considering how rough it was for us to sail here."

"It was very rough I was thinking we would be late."

At the ballroom, Lieutenant Harrelson (OOC: S.W.A.T. reference for the win!) of the ZNPD watched the pyrotechnicians closely. He knew they were legit, but he had always been trained not to trust people you didn't know with two and a half tons of explosives.

The Airman seeing to the empress shook his head, "No, it's no problem at all. Have a good drive." He got up on his tiptoes and tapped the top of the SUV and the driver took off.

On National Plaza, the prime minister, Gregory Bishop, was preparing to go to the ball himself. His wife, Kristen, got into the helicopter with him and two bodyguards climbed in afterwords. Other helicopters containing people such as Sir Anthony Marcus (Minister of Foreign Affairs) and Sir Jackson Miller (Chancellor of Diplomatic Affairs), Lady Dorothy Brown (Chancellor of International Trade) and Lady Grace Underwood (Minister of Transportation) took off from rooftops all along National Plaza.

Brendan Lakehart, the CEO of Zinairian Motor Works was also en route to the ballroom. He was riding in one of his Royale Class SUVs along with his wife Victoria and a body guard.

At the airbase, two Cossack jets landed and taxied into a waiting hangar. More Airmen swarmed them and a Squadron Leader headed over to inspect them and insure that they disarmed.

Meanwhile, the helicopter containing Aya and Marco flew along the colorful, rocky coast of northern Zinaire.

The Zaheranians climbed into the helicopter. Marius strapped in, slightly nervous. It was a long time ago he had last travelled by helicopter. His bodyguards were not especially stimulating to talk with, so he leaned back and thought about the gala he would attend. There would be some spectacular displays from a number of air forces, he had heard, and hopefully he could get some work done too, maybe work out a few trade agreements. He smiled. He could serve his country and have fun while doing it. This truly was the perfect job.

"Wow look at the rocky formations on their coast. Nothing like back home."

"Yeah that's right." Marco was alwyas more quite than his wife. He was usually pretty shy around strangers as well.

The pilot overheard Aya talking.

"This is totally different from the south coast too. Once you get below the White Mountains, its all beautifully sandy beaches. You should stick around after the party and spend a couple days in Belle-Côte, way down south."

The pilot overheard Aya talking.

"This is totally different from the south coast too. Once you get below the White Mountains, its all beautifully sandy beaches. You should stick around after the party and spend a couple days in Belle-Côte, way down south."

"Well what do you thin Marco?"

"Well Lady Shino did say take it all in and for us to enjoy, so I don't see why we can't."

"Oh this is why I love you Marco!" She hugged him.

Several hundred miles off the Zinairian coast 2 Hawker 800s were being launched at different locations. One was near the capitol building, and another was near the president's home.

At the capitol building President David Avalice and Avalic Automobile Industry President, Alan Rendo greeted each other at the President's Office in the capitol building. "Hello Alan, right on time, like always," said the president. "Well I can't just say know to my favorite benefactor, your the reason why my company is booming in business, I wonder what foreign cars I can import from the Zinaire, but more importantly what cars can I export," said Alan. "Always about buisness aren't you? Well, it's time to go, the AIA agents are waiting for us." They exited the capitol building and entered the business jet with the 2 AIA agents.

At the president's home, Emily Avalice was saying goodbye to her kids for the night. "All right you two, mommies going to a giant political gathering. You two be nice to your nanny okay?" "Okay mommy." said the two children in unison. Then she entered the plan with 2 Avalic Peace Corps soldiers and the plane flew into the air.

The security detail at the ballroom was told to get into position as the first helicopters would be arriving within the hour. The men from TOD took positions among the plants and higher rocky outcroppings. The Diplomatic Defense Division soldiers took positions by the doors and along the roads and helipads people would be arriving by. The police waited outside, ready to fill whatever gap they needed to.

(OOC: Avalic, you gunna land those Hawkers any time soon?)

At the airbase, two Cossack jets landed and taxied into a waiting hangar. More Airmen swarmed them and a Squadron Leader headed over to inspect them and insure that they disarmed.

Meanwhile, the helicopter containing Aya and Marco flew along the colorful, rocky coast of northern Zinaire.

The pilots raised the canopies, and as they came to a stop, the leader, Colonel Breckenhaur said "It's alright chaps, we didn't carry any missiles, and our cannons as far as we know are completely empty. We were ordered to disarm before we left."

Meanwhile, President Arnold looked at the sights below him, as they flew along in the Bell 430 and he said "I've always have loved to fly, and this is why, to see the pretty countryside." General Hardbeck was reading a newspaper, too absorbed to look outside.

The Squadron Leader nodded. "Yep, it's all empty. We'll keep 'em in here until it's time for the air show."

At the ballroom, the helicopters from National Plaza touched down. ZNPD escorted the prime minister and his wife as well as the handful of ministers inside the ballroom.

"Everyone else should be arriving shortly." Said Lieutenant Harrleson.

The prime minister nodded and thanked him.

The Squadron Leader nodded. "Yep, it's all empty. We'll keep 'em in here until it's time for the air show."

At the ballroom, the helicopters from National Plaza touched down. ZNPD escorted the prime minister and his wife as well as the handful of ministers inside the ballroom.

"Everyone else should be arriving shortly." Said Lieutenant Harrleson.

The prime minister nodded and thanked him.

President Arnold and General Hardbeck arrived, and they walked into the ballroom, and began to greet people. General Hardbeck adjusted his black beret, it had started to slip. The General looked around, and he noticed that they were the only dignitaries wearing military uniforms, which would make them stand out.

Gregory Bishop noticed that President Arnold and General Hardbeck were the first to arrive. He approached them and shook their hands.

"Good to meet you. I'm Prime Minister Gregory Bishop. The other delegations should be landing in just a few minutes. Why don't you come meet some of my ministers?"

Gregory Bishop noticed that President Arnold and General Hardbeck were the first to arrive. He approached them and shook their hands.

"Good to meet you. I'm Prime Minister Gregory Bishop. The other delegations should be landing in just a few minutes. Why don't you come meet some of my ministers?"

President Arnold nodded and he said "The General and I would be delighted to. nice to meet you Mister Bishop." General Hardbeck followed President Arnold and Prime Minister Bishop to the other ministers.

OOC: Zinaire I RSVPed back in the OOC thread. Should I wait until you've checked the thread or go ahead and put my post in on my arrival?

OOC: I'm pretty sure I responded to that. Just jump on in.

The Hawker 800s were landing onto the airport. The president and his wife reunited when they stepped down the stairway from their air planes. The bodyguards followed them on their every move, than after a few minutes Alan Rendo came out with a briefcase. "I think several hundred million dollars should do the deal, hello Emily, nice to see you again. I haven't seen you since the charity fund raiser for the children's hospitals," said the industrialist. They continued their conversation, ignoring the helicopters.

At the Zinairian National Airbase, one of the two Supermarine Storke's that were tested over the skies was being prepared to launch with two F-14 Tomcats that were also being stationed there.

"Captain."

The pilot of the Storke turned around and saw President Montague standing there.

"I hope that tonight's test runs smoothly. We just put in a rather large order for more of these jets, and this is the first time we've flown at night. Remember, only engage the guns if enemy aircraft engage you first."

"Yes sir." The pilot says as he salutes the President.

"Use simulated missiles only. Now, you have to excuse me, I have to meet with my wife and Ambassador Argos and attend the Celebration Gala."

The Pilot Officer timidly tapped the President of Avalic on the shoulder.

"Excuse me sir, but you should be getting to the gala. We have a helicopter waiting."

At the airbase, the Squadron Leader noticed a Bourgensteinian Air Force Captain preparing to launch their aircraft. He ran over.

"Hey! Hey! Where are you going? The air show isn't for a couple hours! We haven't even done our final inspection!"

The Squadron Leader began checking the weapons systems. He came across the fake missiles.

"Hey, what are these? We said no missiles."

"They're simulated, for the show."

"No one said anything about missiles. It's just a fly-by." He called one of the waiting Airmen over. "Help me get these out of here."

With the Airman's help the Squadron Leader began removing the simulated missiles from the aircrafts.

"I guess we've had a misunderstanding. Just sit tight until we give you the go-ahead."

"Oh sorry about the delay," said the president. The party than went to the helicopter and entered it one by one. The bodyguards were still paranoid and were eying people suspiciously.

The CO of the Bourgenstein Air Service came up to the Squadron Leader.

"What the hell do you think is going on here? These jets have been inspected already, we ran a test yesterday morning after the inspection, and I remember telling that Squadron Leader that these dummy loads needed to remain on these jets so we can test the maneuverability."

The CO pulls out the inspection report.

"As you can see, it was a member of your squadron that disabled the launch mechanism on the test aircraft when we first arrived, and your flight mechanics are the only ones to work on these jets since we've been here."

Gregory Bishop saw that Avalic's delegation had arrived.

"Good afternoon, Mr. President! This must be your lovely wife, and this the successful automotive man we've heard so much about. Mr. Lakehart should arrive very shortly and then you fellows can talk business."

At the airbase, the Squadron Leader realized he'd made a mistake– either that or something weird was going on.

"Look, I'll call the Vice-Marshall and he'll come down and sort everything out."

The Squadron Leader hurried across the hangar to a telephone and called the VM.

A couple minutes later, the Vice-Marshall appeared at the hangar door. "Okay, what's going on here?"

The Squadron Leader and CO told the story while the VM listened intently. "Okay, I'll tell you what. We can't let you use those missiles for the fly-by, but afterwords, how about you come back here and we'll load you up and then you can do whatever tests you want over the jungle south of the Mountains. Sound like a deal?"

"Vice-Marshall, yesterday's test was over the South Jungle, and by the time that we prepare these jets after landing, we will be unable to do this night test. This is the last opportunity that we've got to run this test due to a problem getting the inspection done when the jets got here. Your inspectors weren't adequately informed of the systems that these jets, even though we provided copies of all materials concerning this new flight system that we purchased.

"Furthermore, last nights test was cancelled due to the airspace being needed for the arrivals of the other VIPs for tonight's gala. This caused us to lose the use of one of our test jets due to the need to transport a VIP from Bourgenstein to Razorl.

"Now, either we will get this straightened out right now, or I will be forced to call Chancellor Miller, during the Gala no less, to inform him of your interference."

"Hello Prime Minister, it seems that I have beaten my ambassador here and..." Just then a Mercedes pulled up and ambassador Alan Spirit came out with his driver. "It's nice to see the man behind the government, after all I've spent all my days in the embassy. I've heard many good things about you and your new economic strength."

"Alan, it's nice to see you again after we sent you off to the embassy," said the president. "It's a lovely place here, the people are so nice," said Emily Avalice. "I shall be waiting for Mr. Lakeheart, I wish to do some business with his company. Marvelous place here, it sure beats the summer home I set up in one of Avalic's small islands."

"Thank you, you are all so kind."

Then there as the sound of a car fulling up.

"I believe that's the tycoon himself."

Several moments later Mr. Lakehart entered the room and approached the group. "Hello, Prime Minister, who are these fine people?"

"This is the David Avalice, the president of Avalic, and his wife Emily. This is their ambassador Alan Spirit, and this is a man I think you'll want to speak with. He's the Alan Rendo and he likes cars just as much as you."

"Ah, very good. Mr. and Mrs. Avalice, if you'd excuse Mr. Rendo and myself..."

At the airbase, it was quickly becoming clear that military folks don't get along as well as diplomatic ones.

"Look," said the Vice-Marshall, "If it'll be too late tonight, you can do your tests tomorrow. We'll fly you into the city and put you up at a nice hotel then you can come back down here and do whatever you want. How's that sound?"

Alan Rendo left the party with a goodbye to discuss among themselves. He held onto his briefcase which held millions of dollars for a deal. He left the political figures to discuss among themselves.

"Well I hope this may open a trade between Zinaire and Avalic," said the president of Avalic.

"Vice-Marshall, we are under orders to return to Bourgenstein tomorrow. Which means that these jets need to be back on the trucks to take them to our ship at 0100."

The commanding officer wasn't backing down from his stance. He knew that by now, Chancellor Miller was at the gala, enjoying his lovely dinner. He also knew that one phone call would ruin the evening for Chancellor Miller. He knew that the Vice-Marshall also knew this.

"The agreements included a nighttime test, that your airmen have prevented. As we are the ones that have paid for this Air Show, and right now we are the ones also paying your salary, I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't want to lose your job because of your base leaders oversight.

"Now, do I really have to press speed dial number three, or are....."

Before he can finish that statement, a taxi driver walks into the hangar.

"My life for you!"

The commanding officer and the Zinairian Airmen all pull their sidearms and discharge them in the hangar, killing the man.

"Like I was saying," the commanding officer said as he holstered his sidearm, "do I need to press speed dial three, or are you going to allow us to run this test before the air show."

"I certainly hope it does," said Mr. Lakehart. "Do you have fact sheets or something from your automobiles that I could look at?"

At the airbase, the Vice-Marshall was returning to the conversation after a short time in the officer adjoining the hangar. He waved a sheet of paper and handed it to the CO.

The aircraft in question that we will be using are two Supermarine Storke FGR.1 Light Fighters that will only have the cannons operable during the test. All other weaponry will be disabled.

"That's one of the letters sent to the Diplomatic Affairs office, I called Chancellor Miller's assistant for it. Now look, we want this test to happen so we'll either load up now and you can do it quick before the show or you can call home and have your orders changed."

"This is Global 5000, carrying VIP Roma V Emperor and Senator. Requesting a runway to land.", said the pilot into the mic as Emperor Quaeus's private jet approached the Zinaireian airport. Once confirmation came from the tower, the jet slowly descended onto the runway and skidded across it, slowly coming to a halt. The portable staircase was positioned at the door and Emperor Quaeus and Senator Marcus Atraius descended down the staircase. The Emperor wore traditional roman sandals, a bleach white toga, and a crimson red sash with gold-flecked lining. The Senator wore similar attire, his sash however was purple.

"A lovely evening in this fine country. Wouldn't you agree, Emperor?", asked the Senator as he turned to the Emperor who nodded in agreement. "Yes. A good night for a celebration. Come, let us find our transport." As the two stepped down onto the runway a group of 6 bodyguards in tuxedo and tie with dark black tinted sunglasses exited the aircraft after him.

The Pilot Officer noticed a large group coming towards them.

"That must be the delegation from Roma V. They won't all fit in a 430." The officer got a second pilot ready and hurried to load the newcomers into their helicopters so they would be on time to the gala."

"Yes, and as you can tell from one of you Squadron Leader's notes on this inspection order, that the rocket launch capabilities of these jets have been disabled, and that dummy load rockets which simulate the weight and shape of actual rockets will be loaded onto the pylons. These dummy loads contain no fuel and only simulate the appearance of a fully armed jet."

The commanding officer hands the inspection order to the Vice-Marshall.

"So, we are under the agreement that was made. If you don't believe me, Kurtis, please arm and fire one of the rockets."

"Yes sir."

Kurtis arms the rocket, and hits the actuator to fire it. Nothing.

"Now, Vice-Marshall, if it would please you to get this misundertanding taken care of, you can test the capability yourself."

Out of the briefcase came a large amount of fact sheets. "I think you'll like these even though it may take days to read but most is pretty much useless information."

“Zinairian National Airbase Tower - Yakana Air Official 1 heavy, down from 10,000, at 6 heading for 3, requesting landing on active.”

(--Transmission from Tower--)

“Roger for Yakana Air Official 1 heavy, we’ll descend and maintain 3, we’d also like to request to use the displaced since we’re a bit on the large side. Also, be advised Yakana Air Official 2 will be requesting to land in a moment. We would also like to request our transportation be ready at our hanger.”

(--Transmission from Tower--)

(--Transmission to YAO 2--)

“Yakana Air Official 2, this is 1, we’re beginning our decent into ZNA. We’re arriving a bit late, so the High Ambassador and Ambassador to Zinaire will go ahead and go before you land. Simply wait for his return to the airport late this evening.”

(--Silence--)

As the Yakana Air Official 1, a specially made YaÆro 90, landed and taxied to the appropriate hanger, they waited as the stairwell was rolled up to the entrance to disembark. First out came two security personal very much with the stereotypical black outfit look to them. Following them was the High Ambassador of Yakana and the Ambassador to Zinaire, Ruk-Noi to which they were followed by one more guard.

“Welcome to Zinaire” The High Ambassador said to himself as he looked and waited for their escort to the ball to introduce themselves. “I do hope you’ll enjoy living here Sir Ruk-Noi, but I do have to say that the flight is damn too long from The Holy Republic to here, I’m not looking forward to the flight back tonight.”

The Emperor and the Senator thanked the two pilots for the quick transports made readily available. The Senator took one 430 with 3 bodyguards while the Emperor took the other with 3. The two eagerly awaited to see the building where the gala would be held.

The Vice-Marshall looked at the Squadron Leader with venom in his eyes.

"You idiot."

He turned back to the CO. "I'm horribly sorry, this has been a massive misunderstanding. I'll help you load those back up. I'm very sorry. Squadron Leader Jameson here thought your intent was to fire the missiles into the empty air. We weren't aware they're simply weight simulations. Now, is there anything else we can do?"

OOC: Also, I forgot, what was that whole taxi thing?

Mr. Lakehart looked over the fact sheets quickly. "These are interesting. I'll look at them further in the morning."

OOC: Do you have any actual fact sheets for the vehicles?

The Pilot Officer watched as the High Ambassador disembarked.

"Sir Ruk-Noi, welcome! You best hurry or you'll miss the festivities!" One of the Bell 430s was already started and the Pilot Officer quickly helped the Ambassador in.

The Vice-Marshall looked at the Squadron Leader with venom in his eyes.

"You idiot."

He turned back to the CO. "I'm horribly sorry, this has been a massive misunderstanding. I'll help you load those back up. I'm very sorry. Squadron Leader Jameson here thought your intent was to fire the missiles into the empty air. We weren't aware they're simply weight simulations. Now, is there anything else we can do?"

OOC: Also, I forgot, what was that whole taxi thing?

Mr. Lakehart looked over the fact sheets quickly. "These are interesting. I'll look at them further in the morning."

OOC: Do you have any actual fact sheets for the vehicles?

The Pilot Officer watched as the High Ambassador disembarked.

"Sir Ruk-Noi, welcome! You best hurry or you'll miss the festivities!" One of the Bell 430s was already started and the Pilot Officer quickly helped the Ambassador in.

OOC: I could make some, just it'll take a while

(OOC: Just to clear it up… Ruk-Noi and the High Ambassador are two separate people. The Yakana Accords (Laws for Governing) create a High Ambassador position who watches over all the Ambassadorial affairs. Two… I guess a total of five people form Yakana are attending three of which are security. )

“Indeed… Officer…? The High Ambassador spoke questionably of the man as Ruk-Noi lightly bowed his head.

“Thank you. High Ambassador this way.” Ruk-Noi said pointing to the helicopter assigned to them.

“Not nearly as comfortable as the one’s made in the Holy Republic, but I guess it does its function.” The High Ambassador said pressing on the seat lightly. “Sir Ruk-Noi, while down here I expect you to get some form of aviation trade going. The Holy Republic’s pride depends on such.”

“Yes, sir, we hope to accomplish wonderful business relationship with the Zinarian government. The Holy Republic stands to benefit for their industry.”

“Indeed. I’m only here because I’m required to appear by order of His Holiness. He personally assigned this position to you, so feel honored about being here.” The High Ambassador said yawning lightly. He was not much into traveling, an oddly enough his public relation skills were not very polished. The position of High Ambassador was given to him due to qualifications and not so much based on personality.

OOC: Whoops, sorry. Thanks for clarifying. Also, Avalic, I'd like to see some fact sheets, so if you wouldn't mind just a couple.

The pilot scowled as he listened to the men from Yakana.

"Oh! So sorry fellows, just got a call, looks like it's going to be a rough ride."

The pilot then did his best to hit every patch of turbulence he could find before touching down at the ballroom.

The High Ambassador was indeed an arrogant man, unlike Ruk-Noi. Leaning over to one of his security guards he whispered lightly. “He’s lucky he’s not in the Holy Republic other wise he’d be shot for this. Ruk-Noi, I thought you were getting your own helicopter here, it seems that Zinaire hires anyone to fly.”

Ruk-Noi shook his head lightly. “Do remember sir, you may only be here for one night, I’m here for years.”

“Indeed. I’ll be sure to send you a bouquet of flowers from the Holy Republic frequently.” After a few moments and before they landed a phone ran and Ruk-Noi picked up an earpiece and placed it in his hear.

“Nanmosh? Alright, I’ll let him know. – Sir, your plane arrived at the airport they said to call if there is anything they need to get you before you depart back to the Holy Republic after the Gala.” Ruk-Noi then leaned over to the pilot of the aircraft. “How much longer? We’ve been on the plane for over 13 hour’s enroute from The Holy Republic, I’m tired of flying.”

TRAGEDY AT AIR SHOW

Earlier this evening, one of three jets brought in by Bourgenstein crashed during an air show that was a part of the Celebration Gala. Video Tape caught the crash, as one of the two F-14s that was doing a rather complex maneuver and lost all engine power. As the jet was inverted, it did not allow the pilot to eject. No one on the ground was injured.

President Jim Montague, who was at the Celebration Gala had this to say, "This is a dark day for the Bourgenstein Air Service. Any time that a pilot loses his life it hurts. We have been told that an investigation from the Bourgenstein Air Service will begin within the week to find out what went wrong."

Everyone on the ground was shocked. Police swarmed to crash site while one of the servers called an ambulance. Even before the police got the 300 meters to the plane, the pilot was dead.

Rumor was, when the air base found out about the crash, the Squadron Leader had muttered, "Told them to let us do a final inspection."

Ultimately, the gala was cut short by the crash. Gregory Bishop announced that any further negotiations that would have taken place at the ball would now we held, by appointment, in the appropriate government or corporate office.

(OOC: I see I'm a bit late, damn different timezones. I'll be speeding up a bit here, so I'll end up at the gala. I'm taking some creative liberties here, so I hope you don't mind.)

Gracefully touching down on the asphalt, a large white aircraft was grinding to a halt, preparing to taxi. It was an Airbus A340, one that bore the markings of the GFG or Groussherzogliche Fliger Gesellschaft, the national Van Luxemburger airline. There was however one thing different about it, and that was the word 'Cargo'. As the A340 taxiied to it's designated position, it was quickly followed by a second aeroplane coming in to land. A Boeing 787, coloured in a grey-blue livery, a large, red lion on it's tail. As the plane came closer, one was able to see that the name 'AUSLÄNNERMINISTÈRE/MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS' was stickered just behind the cockpit, above the many windows of the aircraft. Above it, a small national flag and the words 'THE GRAND DUCHY OF VAN LUXEMBURG' showed the aircrafts' origin.

As it had landed, it taxiied in the same direction as the A340 - cleared by the ZIA tower ofcourse - and the personnel aboard waited until stairs had been placed by the ground crew before opening the door. Meanwhile, the A340 had unloaded it's cargo. A small convoy of four cars slowly drove up to the stairs of the 787, awaiting it's passengers.

As the four cars were standing by to pick up their passengers, the remaining car headed out to the helicopter dock. There, it would have to tell the pilots that the Van Luxemburger delegation wouldn't travel by helicopter, but preferred their own vehicles. A request from the delegation however was, if they could send a guide to travel with them, as the vehicles they drove had no navigation DVD's available for the nation they were in. The manufacturers' themselves knew about it, and were working hard on a new DVD for Zinaire, but for now, an old-fashioned guide would have to do.

As the fifth veicle drove off to get the guide at the helicopter dock, the four remaining cars waited at the airplane stairs. They didn't had to wait long, however, as the three high-ranking men came out within seconds of the vehicles' arrival. Casually conversating about things like the weather, the country, the flight, and what they were expecting about the meeting.

'I say, that this is both an excellent opportunity for us to expand our diplomatic influence, and for you to expand your corporate influence. Both of which is beneficial to our nation.' Leon Schreiber said, as he walked down the stairs as the last of the three men, carrying a small briefcase that contained some of his papers, as well as some information he had been reading on Zinaire while in flight.

'Well, you are right, to a point. Not only is it a chance for us to increase our corporate influence, but I also took my credit card, if you know what I mean.' Hans Schmidt said, looking up and smiling at Leon. Alfredo Monteluci grinned at the word 'credit card', as he exactly knew what Schmidt meant with the sentence. He was familiar with Schmidt's ways for several years now.

As they got in their vehicles, it was clear they all had chosen rather exclusive and representative vehicles from their domestic industry. Schmidt would ofcourse have his VLT L7 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13231453&postcount=12), with the powerful 650 horsepower V12. Schreiber had the same vehicle, as he had borrowed it from the Minister. The only difference between the two was that Leons' car was armoured, and Schmidt's one wasn't. Alfredo Monteluci, meanwhile, had chosen a brand new vehicle from his own factories, and also supplied the guards with practically the same vehicle. The Monteluci Duca 2008 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=554076)had barely been launched domestically, or he had took it abroad. Alfredo's was a 400 HP V8 SFS, a model that had barely reached Van Luxemburg's Autobahns. He had given the guards the 3.2 V6 BMD, very powerful diesel-fueled models that would develop 310 HP. One of those escort vehicles was parked all the way at the back of the convoy, and while the men got into their own cars, the second escort arrived, now complemented with a Zinaire guide.

It was usual for the Van Luxemburgers to accelerate at a very hasty pace, and try to push the limits of the cars when the road was safe and free. As the road was safe and free, the vehicles could easily reach speeds above 200 km/h, and sometimes even above. The highest recorded speed was 259 km/h, just under the maximum for the diesel-powered Monteluci's that escorted the convoy.

Overall, the trip was smooth, swift and quick, and the vehicles quickly arrived at the Zinnia Cove Waterfront Ballroom. Not that it wasn't clear that those vehicles were going there: one could hear them coming, as they swooshed across the motorway at -probably- illegal speeds. The high screaming of the V8, the low, somewhat calm hammering of the V12's, and the monotone humming of the V6 BMD's. The speeds they had been doing could also be seen on the cars themselves; flies were splattered all over the hood and the windscreen and the engine cooling was blasting at full power. As the cars grinded to a halt, the three men stepped out of their respective vehicles to greet the welcoming party. They took all things they needed with them, including small suitcases, mobile phones and assorted things they might need. However, they had abstained from the usual businessman look, being clothed in a normal outfit, a stylish combination of branded clothing from all over Europe and Van Luxemburg.

'Goodafternoon, Leon Schreiber, Secretary of Foreign Affairs of the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg. These are my companions for today, Hans Schmidt, Director of Sales of VLT Automotive Group N.V. and Alfredo Monteluci, managing director of Automobili Monteluci.' Schreiber firmly pushed his hand (and thus, his arm) forward to shake hands. Meanwhile, the two directors only nodded, as they waited for their chance to shake hands.

(OOC: just assuming there is a welcoming party, ofcourse.)

OOC: It's no problem and there's a lot of soldiers standing around if that counts as a welcoming party. Also, for the purposes of not ending everything here, this will be pre-crash.

As the men from Van Luxemburg entered the ballroom, everyone turned to see the late-comers. The prime minister and Mr. Lakehart went to greet them.

"Hello Mr. Schreiber, Mr. Schmidt and Mr. Monteluci! This is my friend Mr. Lakehart, and I think you two fellows will want to speak with him. Mr. Schreiber, why don't you come meet part of my cabinet?"

'Yes, hello Mr. Bishop, Mr. Lakehart. A true pleasure to meet you. I would indeed be honoured to meet a part of your cabinet. I'm sure that Schmidt and Monteluci here are interested in a more private conversation with Mr. Lakehart, the ways of our automobile industry are not exactly my task.' Schreiber said, gesturing to Schmidt and Monteluci that they should go with Lakehart, while he went with Bishop. Schmidt and Monteluci quickly nodded, as they shook hands with Lakehart, and greeted the Prime Minister.

'Very well, I believe we aren't too interested in international politics either, Leon.' Schmidt concluded, as the delegation separated. While Schreiber walked away, folowing the PM, the three industrials were left standing in the ballroom. For the sake of starting a conversation, Schmidt decided to talk about what concerned them all: Automobiles.

'Mr. Lakehart, a pleasure meeting you. Just out of interest, could you tell me a bit more about ZMW? We have been hearing some things about it while we're here, but I can't seem to get a hold of the bigger picture, if you know what I mean.' He spoke, smiling as he concluded his sentence.

Meanwhile, Schreiber was planning on exactly the same with Bishop. While he followed him to the cabinet, he also started to speak.

'Well, I must say the infrastructure is quite good here. Leaves no doubt about the quality of what we'll see in the coming days, I suppose.'

"Well," said Mr. Lakehart, "We were formed in 1953 but we didn't really get off the ground until we received some...erm...government incentives recently. We're still small, but we're the biggest...and only auto maker in Zinaire. Our flagship product is the Royale Class SUV. Why don't you tell me a bit more about yourselves?"

"Ah, why thank you." Said Mr. Bishop, "It's certainly a pleasure to have you here and we sure hope we'll dazzle you during your stay. Did you say you'd be staying for a little while?"

'Tell something about ourselves.... Well, VLT was formed in 1946, but some of our companies were formed way earlier. I name Monteluci in 1907 and Lepanto in 1893. We currently have a profit of nearly 30 trillion USD per year, and we like to call ourselves the largest automobile company in the world. our top model is the VLT L8, but one could also consider the Lepanto 650 Moiano as a top model, whatever you'll like.

We sell over 1 billion cars worldwide, in hundreds of places. But in the years, we have also expanded into oil, even though limited, and also things like roadside service stations, vehicle electronics, aftermarket modifications, engines, etc. We also produce small amounts of luxury yachts, private aircraft and motorbikes. But that's not really our main market.'

Schmidt paused for a moment, in which Monteluci took over.

'We have a clear market vision. Every brand should have a special goal. The goal of my brand is to supply the world with sportive and luxurious automobiles with Italian flair and style. VLT mainly caters to the mainstream public, and Lepanto makes supercars that are an extension of Monteluci's model range. Currently, VLT is our worldwide seller, while Monteluci and Lepanto are especially popular in the domestic market, but we are currently in a campaign to change that. The new Monteluci Duca should do the trick nicely.'

Meanwhile, walking with Bishop, was Leon Schreiber, who was in a conversation with the PM.

'Yes, I'll probably stay for a few days. Not that long, though. I need to get back to my responsibilities at the Ministry within the week. Jens Blom, the minister, won't appreciate it if I return after a month or so.'

"Interesting. We've found that most of our sales are actually coming from diplomatic buyers, mainly Zinairian embassy's abroad. And about that airline thing, tell me a little more."

"Well," said Gregory Bishop, "I like to think I know the place well enough to suggest a few places. Which coast are you interest in?"

IC:

Colonel Breckenhaur asked the Squadron Leader "Do you think it is time for our show now?"

President Arnold and General Hardbeck approached the Avalic delegation and introduced themselves, and President Arnold said "Well, how has the evening gone so far? I just heard about that tragic accident, and I hope the airshow's not cancelled, for I've got two Hawker Cossacks that are supposed to be doing a fly by tonight."

INVESTIGATION INTO TRAGEDY ALMOST COMPLETE

Bourgenstein Air Services Chief Investigator Anderson Wade had these comments to make.

"We are almost done with out investigation. We would like to thank the government of Zinaire for all of their support and cooperation in this investigation.

"As such, the malfunction that caused a F-14 Tomcat to lose engine power and crash we find was due to pilot error. After examining video tape that was taken from the time of the crash, it was very clear that the Tomcat that crashed would not have crashed had the maneuver they executed was executed at a higher altitude which would have allowed more space in between the two jets, as it was the backwash from the engines that caused the failure.

"Viewing the tape, I noticed that both planes lost engine power, but since one plane was upright, it was able to glide into a landing with no additional complications.

"The other pilot that was involved in the crash is going to be placed on administrative leave while we complete the investigation. Thank you very much."

'Well, it is not exactly an airline. It is an aircraft factory, but we never produce for foreign nationals. Or, at least, it has never happened before. Plus, we only build by request, so that means that you bring the design and we can construct it. It is the same in our naval department. We mainly focus on automobiles, really. both private and commercial ones. And two military vehicles, too.'

Meanwhile, on the other end of the ballroom, Schneider walked with Bishop.

'I'm not too sure. I'll see where we end up.'

The helicopters touched down and the Emperor, the Senator, and the bodyguards carefully exited them. The Emperor viewed over the building before him with the keen eye of a jeweler dealing with a diamond. He simply smiled and nodded his approval before looking to the senator who was readjusting his toga. "Coming, Senator?" He looked up at the Emperor and smiled meekly. "Of course, Emperor. Let us mingle."

The two of them warmly greeted the welcoming party at the door and shook hands with them. The smiled and waved for TV crews and cameras that never ceased to flash. The stepped through the doors into the building, their bodyguards closely following them as they kept a constant look-out for suspicious movements towards the pair or in their direction. "Come, let us find the Prime Minister." said the Senator to the Emperor as he nodded in agreement and the two waded through the crowd to spot him.

The Zaheranians arrived next. The Minister climbed out of the helicopter just in time to see the Romans disappear into the building. He smiled and waved for the press, his bodyguards taking up positions on either side of him. He walked in a fast pace, took a minute to greet the welcoming party, then went looking for the Prime Minister.

Claude Argos was talking with President Montague when one of his aides came up and tapped the President on the shoulder.

"Sir, there has been a problem at the airbase."

"What kind?"

"Catastrophic. One of our pilots is dead."

President Jeremy D. Adams and his wife both wearing The colors of the Hisperians flag. They were soon greeted by Ambassador Woodward and Head of the Department of Diplomacy Ms. Janice Corigan. After Shakes and kisses were exchanged the Hisperians National Guard escorted them toward the prime minister.
" Honey," said the First Lady. " have you heard about the poor pilot that died during the air show? I sure wonder if it was an act of sabotage."
"I Sure hope not." Then President Adams Called his Head of the Security Detail
"I need Security Tightened around here always be on the look out and keep you eyes peeled."
"Yes Sir!"
I sure hope that nothing else goes off here. thought President Adams. and they continued to search for the prime minister

Gregory Bishop noticed that three new delegations had arrived while he was talking to Mr. Schneider. He quickly excused himself and went to speak with the newcomers.

IC:

General Hardbeck picked up his glass of beer and went over to the Roma V delegation and he said "I am Bernard Hardbeck, the President invited me to come along with him. I heard about the tragic accident, but I hope the air show is still on, for we brought two Hawker Cossacks, that are only 2 months old. Oops, I forgot my rank, General, I was trying to be modest."

The Emperor smiled and extended his hand for a handshake. Not the traditional way of greetings in Rome but he preferred to keep things simplified with the General holding a glass of beer. He'd be rather embarrassed if anything more than a handshake caused him to spill it out of surprise. "It's a pleasure to meet you, General Hardbeck. I am Emperor Quaeus and this is one of the many Senators that makes up the Senate of Rome, Marcus Atraius." The Senator smiled warmly and shook the General's hand. "A pleasure indeed, as the Emperor said."

As mention of the tragedy that struck the scheduled air show came into the conversation the Emperor nodded solemnly. "A tragedy indeed. It is most unfortunate the young pilot's life was claimed. However, we cannot let it dampen our spirits for the evening. Please, tell me more of these Hawker Cossacks of yours."

" The Man of the hour!" Said Ambassodor Woodrow. " This is President Adams all the way From the Land of Hisperians. And this is his lovely wife. I'll Just leave you two to talk."
" Prime Minister Bishop, I heard many great things about your beautiful country but i would have never imagined anyone on this world to be able to make a nation as prosperous and magnificent as yours. My gift is waiting in the hangar and here is a special love token for our appreciation of all the great things you have done for our nation. now how about a little talk about some business before the festivities begin eh? how about we do some talking with some other nations as well? what do you say it's all up to you?"

The Minister of Foreign Affairs noticed the little group standing around the Prime Minister and strolled over to them. "Good evening". He extended his hand towards the Zinaireian. "Mr. Bishop, I presume? An honour to meet you. I am Marius Stee, Minister of Foreign Affairs for the Holy Empire of Zaheran".

The Emperor smiled and extended his hand for a handshake. Not the traditional way of greetings in Rome but he preferred to keep things simplified with the General holding a glass of beer. He'd be rather embarrassed if anything more than a handshake caused him to spill it out of surprise. "It's a pleasure to meet you, General Hardbeck. I am Emperor Quaeus and this is one of the many Senators that makes up the Senate of Rome, Marcus Atraius." The Senator smiled warmly and shook the General's hand. "A pleasure indeed, as the Emperor said."

As mention of the tragedy that struck the scheduled air show came into the conversation the Emperor nodded solemnly. "A tragedy indeed. It is most unfortunate the young pilot's life was claimed. However, we cannot let it dampen our spirits for the evening. Please, tell me more of these Hawker Cossacks of yours."


General Hardbeck said "It's nice to meet you Emperor, and Senator. It was very sad indeed, but death is a natural part of life, though how unnaturally it ever happens. The Hawker Cossacks are very similar to the Blackburn Buccaneer, right now, it's our premier naval strike fighter. It's meant to act as a naval ground attack fighter, covered of course by our F/B-22 Super Raptors."