NationStates Jolt Archive

Womer Military Airport

President Martin Watson got out of his limo outside the airport. The limo was followed by Humvees and motorcycles with Republican Guards on them. He entered the airport building.

"Mr. President."said General Will Riddle

"General Riddle, its nice to see you again.",said the president, shaking his hands,”I presume you are here to meet King Norheim II also.”

“Yes, and I never met a king before.” Said General Riddle, smiling.

“Well, lets go outside, his plane should be here soon.” Said the president, then they went outside and waited for the King’s An-225 to land. The Republican Guard was also waiting, they were going to salute the King.

The presidential An-225 touched down at Womer Military Airport, where it pulled to a stop near the guards.

Inside, the king examined his appearance in the mirror, and adjusted his tie. He was dressed in a smart silk business suit made by a famous Yanitarian fashion designer who's name he had failed to remember.

His entourage of four IGF regulars prepared to open the door, and his assistants gathered papers and phones into their briefcases.

The king took one last look to make sure he didn't have anything in his teeth, before stepping in front of the door. The IGF regulars opened the door, and stepped down the stairs. When they were half way down, he stepped into the morning light, and waved.

The presidential An-225 touched down at Womer Military Airport, where it pulled to a stop near the guards.

Inside, the king examined his appearance in the mirror, and adjusted his tie. He was dressed in a smart silk business suit made by a famous Yanitarian fashion designer who's name he had failed to remember.

His entourage of four IGF regulars prepared to open the door, and his assistants gathered papers and phones into their briefcases.

The king took one last look to make sure he didn't have anything in his teeth, before stepping in front of the door. The IGF regulars opened the door, and stepped down the stairs. When they were half way down, he stepped into the morning light, and waved.

There were two thousand Greal people waving Yanitarian flags, and cheering when they saw the King step out into the light. Greal Republican Guards were lined up along a red carpet, their weapons were obviously not in a position to hurt anyone.

President Watson and General Riddle stepped forward.

"King Norheim, welcome to Greal." said the president

"Thank you, Mr. President, it's an honor to be here." King Norheim reached out to shake the president's hand.

"So what shall the itinerary be? I am sure we have a lot to discuss, but I would love to see the nation of Greal, and what it looks like first."

OOC: Sorry for the one liner post, I didn't know what to type about.

"Thank you, Mr. President, it's an honor to be here." King Norheim reached out to shake the president's hand.

"So what shall the itinerary be? I am sure we have a lot to discuss, but I would love to see the nation of Greal, and what it looks like first."

OOC: Sorry for the one liner post, I didn't know what to type about.

"Well, we have plenty to see around Greal. I thought we would tour Womer first. It has the largest naval base in Greal, and it is also the largest port. Dos your Majesty wish to see the port?" asked President Watson shaking his hand

"Please, call me Fred. Yes, I would like to see the port. I hope you don't mind, though, but first I would like to offer you this vintage bottle of Eau-de-Vie Fine Nordique. The name roughly translates to "Fine Northern Brandy", and I do hope that you enjoy it."

One of King Norheim's assistants handed him the bottle, with an obviously old, dusty label. Handling it carefully, he presented it to the president of Greal.

"It is a very old bottle, and predates the current iteration of Yanitaria. This particular bottle was made during the reign of the grandfather of the last Arkado-Yanitarian king. Long before either of us were born."

"Please, call me Fred. Yes, I would like to see the port. I hope you don't mind, though, but first I would like to offer you this vintage bottle of Eau-de-Vie Fine Nordique. The name roughly translates to "Fine Northern Brandy", and I do hope that you enjoy it."

One of King Norheim's assistants handed him the bottle, with an obviously old, dusty label. Handling it carefully, he presented it to the president of Greal.

"It is a very old bottle, and predates the current iteration of Yanitaria. This particular bottle was made during the reign of the grandfather of the last Arkado-Yanitarian king. Long before either of us were born."

President Watson felt crushed under the weight of his words and the history., but he continued as normal.

“Why I don’t know what to say, Fred.”said the president,”Thank you for the bottle of brandy . You may call me Martin.”

The President led him to the limo and let the king go first into the car.

OOC: For minor things like getting into the car, you can go ahead and RP those. If I want to do something first, we can just do a minor retcon. In fact, since you are basically giving me a tour, feel free to assume that King Norheim will be following you around.

"You're welcome, Martin." The king entered the limo, and seated himself.

OOC: For minor things like getting into the car, you can go ahead and RP those. If I want to do something first, we can just do a minor retcon. In fact, since you are basically giving me a tour, feel free to assume that King Norheim will be following you around.

"You're welcome, Martin." The king entered the limo, and seated himself.

The limo drove off, a convoy of humvees and motorbikes surrounded the limo. Greal Republican Guards were on each motorbike. As the convoy drove through the city toward the port, thousands of people were cheering the president and his guest as they drove by.

100 million people lived in Womer, and the evidence of that was the massive roads on each side of the street and millions of people heading to work The convoy had finally reached the port, and it entered the naval base.

There was a Overlord Class Superdreadnaught and a Nietzsche Class Super Dreadnought also next to each other at the port. Greal sailors were waving to the king and the president to come on board. The president smiled.

"May I ask which one of the Nietzsche Class Super Dreadnoughts is that? I remember that a number were ordered by your nation."

OOC: Just a note, DMG's ships, and pretty much anything he's made are pure wank, and most serious RPers don't accept them. He is one of the worst designers on NS, according to draftroom general consensus.

"Yes, that is the..." replied Martin, trying the read the words on the side of the ship,"The Titan, thats the flagship of our 15th Naval fleet."

Martin led the king along the naval base, There were hundreds of ships in port. They walked by a carrier that was being repaired, another carrier was bring up supplies. Hundreds of marines marched by, and they greeted the king and the president.

They also walked by a giant Lyran made ship.

OOC: I never heard of that before

"Certainly aren't very subtle ships, are they?" The king waved to passing marines. "I don't suppose we could stop and talk with a few of them, can we?"

"Certainly aren't very subtle ships, are they?" The king waved to passing marines. "I don't suppose we could stop and talk with a few of them, can we?"

"No problem." said President Watson, he quickly signaled to the marines to come back.

As the marines approached, the king could see the weapons and bullet proof "armor" on them. One of the marine officers stepped forward.

"King Norheim, I am Lieutenant Frank Sander or the marines. My men and I serve on the battleship, the Crystal."said the officer

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