Vlaanderen Karel de Graaf sat down while the AGE Secretary General babbled on at speeds faster than the General could understand. His knowledge of French, the agreed upon language of diplomacy in most of Europe, was rusty. But he understood the most important things after consulting with his aide. 'Quite frankly, your Excellency, no, I am not all right with that. I appreciate AGE wanting to help, but I will not have a foreign aircraft carrier dock in my ports. The CN is almost done voting on a more reasonable resolution as I see it. With AGE and also the EDF trying to assert their own agendas and operational plans I am afraid we will be graying the waters, so to speak.' He looked tired, the country was chaotic, the government confused and the bureaucracy was at its last stretches attempting to run the country alongside dealing with a growing revolution. It showed in de Graaf's face. 'I would rather see AGE contribute to the CN mission by offering relief supplies and logistical support. Plus, there seems to be a growing rift between your country and Jerusalem. It doesn't seem to me that all of the AGE members are on the same page. Only Austurland and the Levant seem to be taking an active role.'