OOC: Nice title Eh?
Valquist Airforce Base
Dalerna, Austurland
Valquist Airforce Base, okay it wasn't really a military base, it was more like the private government airstrip for the Prime Minister, Archducal family, and important dignitaries. One, it was a lot cleaner and sterile than the average airforce base. Two, using the capital's public international airport was a security nightmare, actually a nightmare was a very big understatement.
So Valquist it was.
The airforce base swarmed with security, skillfully hidden. There were no crowds except the carefully screened reporters and their photographers from every news outlet. Lieutenant Eirik Mjallby of the Archducal Special Forces was scanning the scene. The External Affairs had really gone all out for this, Austurlander and Kyivan flags adorned nearly every inch of the airstrip. The army band was present prepared to play the Kyivan anthem. Every bit of pomp and circumstance that the government could provide was there.
Eirik looked to the left at the real reason he was sweating in his uniform. At the end of the red carpet leading from the tarmac to the terminal was the 28 year old Archduke of Austurland, and next to him was his Franken wife. Next to the royal couple was the Prime Minister. He looked to his right as a plane came in for a landing. On it was President of the Allied States, Mikhail Revnik. Having the Austurlander top leadership and a ridiculously high ranking Kyivan in one place he felt like fate was some crazy whore toying with him with a taunting smile. The plane taxied to a stop and the workers move quickly to get the stairs into place.
Eirik move his hand to his mouth as spoke into the microphone, "Everyone stay sharp." As the door opened on the plane Lieutenant Mjallby thought to himself, For the love of God and all that is holy please don't let some idiot do anything stupid.
Valquist Airforce Base
Dalerna, Austurland
Valquist Airforce Base, okay it wasn't really a military base, it was more like the private government airstrip for the Prime Minister, Archducal family, and important dignitaries. One, it was a lot cleaner and sterile than the average airforce base. Two, using the capital's public international airport was a security nightmare, actually a nightmare was a very big understatement.
So Valquist it was.
The airforce base swarmed with security, skillfully hidden. There were no crowds except the carefully screened reporters and their photographers from every news outlet. Lieutenant Eirik Mjallby of the Archducal Special Forces was scanning the scene. The External Affairs had really gone all out for this, Austurlander and Kyivan flags adorned nearly every inch of the airstrip. The army band was present prepared to play the Kyivan anthem. Every bit of pomp and circumstance that the government could provide was there.
Eirik looked to the left at the real reason he was sweating in his uniform. At the end of the red carpet leading from the tarmac to the terminal was the 28 year old Archduke of Austurland, and next to him was his Franken wife. Next to the royal couple was the Prime Minister. He looked to his right as a plane came in for a landing. On it was President of the Allied States, Mikhail Revnik. Having the Austurlander top leadership and a ridiculously high ranking Kyivan in one place he felt like fate was some crazy whore toying with him with a taunting smile. The plane taxied to a stop and the workers move quickly to get the stairs into place.
Eirik move his hand to his mouth as spoke into the microphone, "Everyone stay sharp." As the door opened on the plane Lieutenant Mjallby thought to himself, For the love of God and all that is holy please don't let some idiot do anything stupid.