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Post by littlefield on Oct 28, 2015 16:16:19 GMT -6
With the endorsement of the Wuxianese, the Union of Asteron was the next nation that the Rusevian Empire sought to establish a diplomatic relationship with, as well as trade. A senior statesman, Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs Aleksandr Konev was dispatched on a diplomatic mission, with these being the main goal. After the Rusevian diplomatic vessel exited the wormhole, it immediately began reading signatures within the system. The co-pilot made his way to the passenger section of the vessel and notified the Deputy Minister that they had arrived. Meanwhile the pilot opened a general communications channel and attempted to make contact.
"This is the Rusevian Foreign Affairs Shuttle Garmoniya. We have a diplomat on board, and request a meeting with a representative of the Asteron government." spoke the Pilot. He turned to the Minister who was now standing behind him. "Now we wait, sir."
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Post by killer spork on Oct 29, 2015 15:07:28 GMT -6
The Rusevian ship had been tracked since she entered Asteran space. A combat air patrol of Asteran fighters had surrounded the shuttle on her approach, providing an escort towards the planet below. '' C> Garmoniya, you have permission to land on Vorcia. Dispatch a shuttle to the provided coordinates. '' The fighters followed the shuttle in as it make its descent towards Vorcia. The surface of Asteron was a gutted and ugly place. It seemed barren as far as the eye could see. Yet here there was pockets of civilization. Like a cancerous tumor, the city of Vorcia appeared. It was a sprawling Hive City, the fires of industry sending poisonous fumes up to contaminate the sky. Yet much of the city was underground, with the poorer working class folk near the heavily polluted and radioactive surface and the wealthier segments of society and the elite concentrated within the bowels of the planet. The Rusevian diplomats were taken to a small landing pad on a massive skytower. The tower was studded with missiles, anti-aircraft guns, and for the purpose of this visit, a small escort of Asteran troops acting as an honor guard. Since the election of the AWP back into power, the country was slipping back into the hands of the military elite -- and it showed.
Zaren Abdulya waited patiently for the ramp to unfurl. '' Gentleman. I am Foreign Minister Abdulya, please follow me. '' His voice was muffled through his rebreather mask and the delegation was ushered into the confines of the Tower where the Foreign Minister with a grateful sigh, stripped himself of the mask.
'' The Wuxianese have spoken highly of you. I hope that we can have a just and profitable relationship. '' The Minister said, talking and walking as he headed towards a sprawling conference room. It was here that there meeting would take place.
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