MAKAI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT,
0930 HOURS LOCAL TIME
Gate 12 was virtually empty as Flight 901 Transoceanic arrived. Virtually empty, that is, except for two dozen Airport security guards, and a small delegation from the Makai Congress, aswell as 50 National Millitamen covering the runway.
The security was overt, but discreet. Noone else in the Airport knew that a VIP was arriving, a Very Important Person indeed. As the Plane completed taxi-ing up to the exit ramp, Delegate Attache Vincent Moha began to sweat profusely. In charge of co-ordinating this operation and extending Makai Republican welcome to the visitor, he found himself running down a mental checklist of everything that could go wrong. He found himself glancing around the deserted Gate area, eyeing the staff standing around at positions. Nearby Gates were fairly busy, and civillians were wandering past the Gate nonchatantly, unaware that they were being heavily watched.
The Airplane bumped to a halt, and connected.
Everyone checked their side-arms. On the runway around them, National Millitamen moved in cautiously, their kevlar concealed beneath fluorsecent orange workjackets, but their stance obvious, not to mention the fact they were openly carrying HK MP5s.
The pressure doors hissed, and the door swung open. Moha felt his muscles tense, and sweat beading on his neck. It was a hot day, but the air conditioning more than compensated for it. Usually.
Stepping through the door and out of the Transoceanic 767, was a casual stream of businessmen and women, talking to each other nonchantantly, seeming normal. In actual fact, every one of them was a bodyguard in disguise, every one carried a concealed weapon, and every last one would, after leaving the airport, and a few before, change identities yet again, and become discreet observers and guardians of their charge.
After all the "businesspeople" had left, many of notably Germanic stock, the official delegation was allowed to leave. 2 Bodyguards stepped through, scanning the area carefully, clocking all the Makai Security and nodding at Moha. "We present Her Imperial and Royal Highness, Eleonore Emmanuelle,
Archduchess and Princess Royal of Saxony,Princess Imperial of Wiese, Princess Royal of Swabia, and Guest of the Makai Republic." announced one of the Guards in flawless Anglyic English.
"On behalf of the Makai Republic, I, Vincent Moha, delegate and representative of the Archipelagos Congress, am honoured to recieve the presence of Her Imperial and Royal Highness." he said, in slightly accented Wiesan German. He bowed low and formally.
Finally, the guards parted, reluctantly, to reveal....
a slightly bored looking young woman, with pale skin, bleached blonde hair, and wearing a AC/DC T-shirt and loose jeans and an iPhone with headphones casually slung around her neck.
"Griass eich." she said, lazily, in a dialect that baffled Moha's ears. "I'm bored. When do I get to go to the Hotel?"
Moha could only gape in amazement. This...was not what he had expected.
0930 HOURS LOCAL TIME
Gate 12 was virtually empty as Flight 901 Transoceanic arrived. Virtually empty, that is, except for two dozen Airport security guards, and a small delegation from the Makai Congress, aswell as 50 National Millitamen covering the runway.
The security was overt, but discreet. Noone else in the Airport knew that a VIP was arriving, a Very Important Person indeed. As the Plane completed taxi-ing up to the exit ramp, Delegate Attache Vincent Moha began to sweat profusely. In charge of co-ordinating this operation and extending Makai Republican welcome to the visitor, he found himself running down a mental checklist of everything that could go wrong. He found himself glancing around the deserted Gate area, eyeing the staff standing around at positions. Nearby Gates were fairly busy, and civillians were wandering past the Gate nonchatantly, unaware that they were being heavily watched.
The Airplane bumped to a halt, and connected.
Everyone checked their side-arms. On the runway around them, National Millitamen moved in cautiously, their kevlar concealed beneath fluorsecent orange workjackets, but their stance obvious, not to mention the fact they were openly carrying HK MP5s.
The pressure doors hissed, and the door swung open. Moha felt his muscles tense, and sweat beading on his neck. It was a hot day, but the air conditioning more than compensated for it. Usually.
Stepping through the door and out of the Transoceanic 767, was a casual stream of businessmen and women, talking to each other nonchantantly, seeming normal. In actual fact, every one of them was a bodyguard in disguise, every one carried a concealed weapon, and every last one would, after leaving the airport, and a few before, change identities yet again, and become discreet observers and guardians of their charge.
After all the "businesspeople" had left, many of notably Germanic stock, the official delegation was allowed to leave. 2 Bodyguards stepped through, scanning the area carefully, clocking all the Makai Security and nodding at Moha. "We present Her Imperial and Royal Highness, Eleonore Emmanuelle,
Archduchess and Princess Royal of Saxony,Princess Imperial of Wiese, Princess Royal of Swabia, and Guest of the Makai Republic." announced one of the Guards in flawless Anglyic English.
"On behalf of the Makai Republic, I, Vincent Moha, delegate and representative of the Archipelagos Congress, am honoured to recieve the presence of Her Imperial and Royal Highness." he said, in slightly accented Wiesan German. He bowed low and formally.
Finally, the guards parted, reluctantly, to reveal....
a slightly bored looking young woman, with pale skin, bleached blonde hair, and wearing a AC/DC T-shirt and loose jeans and an iPhone with headphones casually slung around her neck.
"Griass eich." she said, lazily, in a dialect that baffled Moha's ears. "I'm bored. When do I get to go to the Hotel?"
Moha could only gape in amazement. This...was not what he had expected.