The pleasant sounding chimes filled the terminal before the woman's soft voice began to make an announcement: 'Your attention, please. Diplomatic flight 112 from Nokanawa is now arriving at gate B7. Please be prepared for slight delays and documentation checks as the delegation is escorted through.' The message was repeated in German and French after the original Dutch.
With the Oikawan plane secured at its gate the Staatsveiligheid security team cleared a path for the visitors. Prime Minister De Jonghe himself was waiting in the terminal. The Oikawan chief diplomat appeared out of the jetway and shook hands with the PM.
'A pleasure, welcome to the Batavian Republic.' he said in German. A translator was, of course, on standby. 'If you just follow me we will be on our way to the cars.' He held out his arm pointing in the direction they would be walking in.
'I hope the flight was smooth. Such a long journey. I hope to make it myself one day soon. Luckily I don't mind plane travel.' They exited the terminal where a caravan of black armoured cars awaited them. The PM and his Oikawan guest entered into one. The doors shut and they were on their way into downtown Vlaanderen.
'I must say that events in the East are troubling, we are following them very carefully. Yet I was delighted to hear that Nokanawa would now be recognising our democratic government. It is important for us to be recognised by such a great country and power.'
Traffic was being cleared by a police escort. The blue flashing lights and two-tone siren cut through the morning rush hour and they carried on at a superbly fast speed. The skyline of Vlaanderen rushed by. A multitude of cranes could be seen building the city's future.
'We will be heading to Braamfontein, actually.' De Jonghe mentioned as the caravan changed from the airport motorway to the A2 autosnelweg. 'It is a township a half hour north of Vlaanderen proper, but is becoming a popular home for the upper class. It is newer, better city planning, but has all the amenities of the main city.' As they raced past the surrounding area they could see fresh rail track being laid down with countless construction crews along the side of the motorway.
'We are building a high speed train network in the country. This is a small test start. This train will connect Braamfontein, Vlaanderen, the airport and the surrounding suburbs and townships. Franken design.'
Finally they reached Braamfontein and exited the A2 only to find themselves in the thick of more construction. High rise flat blocks, condominiums, shopping malls, super markets and roads. A few turns and they stopped before a convention centre. They all exited and went inside. The glass building offered nice views of Vlaanderen from the second level, although today was a bit hazy, although sunny for a change. On the fourth and final level they entered a conference room, complete with a view of the capital, a long table and a catered lunch with typical Batavian and Oikawan dishes and refreshments. The luggage from the Oikawans was taken to the hotel just down the block.
'Now that we are finally settled, please tell me about the change of events in the Empire. I am most intrigued.'
With the Oikawan plane secured at its gate the Staatsveiligheid security team cleared a path for the visitors. Prime Minister De Jonghe himself was waiting in the terminal. The Oikawan chief diplomat appeared out of the jetway and shook hands with the PM.
'A pleasure, welcome to the Batavian Republic.' he said in German. A translator was, of course, on standby. 'If you just follow me we will be on our way to the cars.' He held out his arm pointing in the direction they would be walking in.
'I hope the flight was smooth. Such a long journey. I hope to make it myself one day soon. Luckily I don't mind plane travel.' They exited the terminal where a caravan of black armoured cars awaited them. The PM and his Oikawan guest entered into one. The doors shut and they were on their way into downtown Vlaanderen.
'I must say that events in the East are troubling, we are following them very carefully. Yet I was delighted to hear that Nokanawa would now be recognising our democratic government. It is important for us to be recognised by such a great country and power.'
Traffic was being cleared by a police escort. The blue flashing lights and two-tone siren cut through the morning rush hour and they carried on at a superbly fast speed. The skyline of Vlaanderen rushed by. A multitude of cranes could be seen building the city's future.
'We will be heading to Braamfontein, actually.' De Jonghe mentioned as the caravan changed from the airport motorway to the A2 autosnelweg. 'It is a township a half hour north of Vlaanderen proper, but is becoming a popular home for the upper class. It is newer, better city planning, but has all the amenities of the main city.' As they raced past the surrounding area they could see fresh rail track being laid down with countless construction crews along the side of the motorway.
'We are building a high speed train network in the country. This is a small test start. This train will connect Braamfontein, Vlaanderen, the airport and the surrounding suburbs and townships. Franken design.'
Finally they reached Braamfontein and exited the A2 only to find themselves in the thick of more construction. High rise flat blocks, condominiums, shopping malls, super markets and roads. A few turns and they stopped before a convention centre. They all exited and went inside. The glass building offered nice views of Vlaanderen from the second level, although today was a bit hazy, although sunny for a change. On the fourth and final level they entered a conference room, complete with a view of the capital, a long table and a catered lunch with typical Batavian and Oikawan dishes and refreshments. The luggage from the Oikawans was taken to the hotel just down the block.
'Now that we are finally settled, please tell me about the change of events in the Empire. I am most intrigued.'