Fair & Square
Operation: Trumpet of Democracy
FOB Decebal, ECP Road
Operation: Trumpet of Democracy
FOB Decebal, ECP Road
If nominal endowment was the drawback of completing Political and Military objectives in Abruzicstan, Traian Nelu felt willing to make certain sacrifices in amenity convenience to facilitate his swift departure from what his countrymen were calling a 'mission accomplished'. Sustaining the previous rate of spending in this country was becoming an economic burden, worse yet, a political wrangling between standard peaceniks, warmongers, and those simply concerned with the economy. The attitude Životinje had advanced with in the opening weeks of the Abruzzi Civil War were now at a point of fundamental falter, a serious skepticism in the viability of the regime forming in Chieti, and how improbable a reliable ally might emerge.
Groomed in a casual civilian dress shirt and tie, 'Mister' Nelu watched as dirt roads became freshly paved roads in Southern Abruzicstan, the welcome luxury of a relatively smooth ride in a unsteady region. Their departure was from FOB Decebal, named for Soldat (E-1) Theodor Decebal, the first casualty in Abruzicstan taken by Union Forces. His security detail was light, another welcome luxury, comprised of one half a single Platoon, or sixteen soldiers and four wheeled vehicles. Only a meager two Infantry Guardsmen dismounted with him to rendezvous with foreign officials of Belmont, though their keepsake was one General Vasil, Commanding Officer of Combined Union Troops deployed in Southern Europe.
"Don't you dare force me to speak" Vasil spat at Mister Nelu, "this should be a civilian soiree, if previous encounters with these camps has taught me anything. .Un . . Un" laughter induced stutters interrupted his own speech, "Unless she is here, I'll speak with her".
Mister Nelu beamed with pleasure, he had little to no reason to fear having this summit ruined by military arrogance. Vasil would likely disappear after introductions, unless the female Belmontien Commander was attending, in which case he would spend the afternoon ogling one of the few Northern European women in the far south.
Occupying a town hall in the deep Abruzzi South, Mister Nelu ventured to allude only an accent of power-politicking. When there was a choice between lavish assembly blowouts and bargain conventions in small villages, Životinje was known to pick the latter. Many felt Chieti remained in Belmont's pocket, and while tension or hostility was at all time low between the Northern Presence, the Abruzzi South was where Životinje thrived as guardian, custodian, and tutor of Government and Military alike.
Shaking hands, introductions, and all-around theatrics were done with chivalrous manner reserved for friends of the Union, with no apparent reason looming in the background to consider them otherwise. "We're here to cement a lasting peace" Mister Nelu repeated with every introduction "this is our collective home, we live where Democracy grows, no?" he asked half-jokingly. There was sincere candor in his posture, on a personal level Mister Nelu had been pleading for the opportunity to improve relations between Belmont and Životinje at any level. As he took his seat, he could not help but smile, for once the Blue Union was neither on the offensive nor defensive in a diplomatic exchange, this was natural peace in the making.