The Federation
Established Nation
Preparations for the arrival of the Metsamaans had been made, schedules cleared, transportation routes planned, security arrangements made. Despite the arrangements the weather in Charleroi was the only factor that officials in the Federation could never count on. With an average of two hundred and thirty cloudy days out of the year and rain storms that could last for days, the beauty of city of Charleroi could rarely be enjoyed by it's citizens. Luckily enough the cloud decks kept away from the city long enough for the Metsamaan plane to make a safe landing. Luck ran out soon after as the storms came in off the bay blanketing the city in a dark rain.
The meeting would take place in the Howard F. Breckenridge building where the Department of State held it's offices. It was an ugly building on the outside of raw concrete and plate windows, a strange sight among classical buildings that housed other offices of the government. On the inside the stark architecture was accented with dark wood paneling and metal accents as if it was perpetually stuck in 1973.
Denton Graves sat in a windowless conference room with an aide deep within the building, the meeting wasn't necessarily a secret but the details of it would be kept close to the heart until the they could be hammered out and an announcement was scheduled. The idea of an alliance with the Metsamaans troubled him, it could stir serious tensions with the imperial powers these gothic peoples found themselves entangled with. Of course, unlike it's predecessor the Republic of Sylvania, the Federation was no stranger to entanglement.
The door to the conference room opened and in walked Minister Pärn, Secretary Graves stood up from his seat and welcomed the minister while escorting him to an open chair. "Welcome to the Federation, I hope the trip treated you well." Graves opened the conversation, his Westsylvanian accent apparent. "Now I know you Scanians don't like to waste time, at least that was what it was told, so let us get right down to brass tacks. We can start with your proposal while we wait for the coffee." He waved his hand at the aide to prepare the beverages, "anything you say here will be strictly confidential, even if we should fail to come to an agreement, so rest assured we can speak about many things here without worry. My aide is a trusted man."
The meeting would take place in the Howard F. Breckenridge building where the Department of State held it's offices. It was an ugly building on the outside of raw concrete and plate windows, a strange sight among classical buildings that housed other offices of the government. On the inside the stark architecture was accented with dark wood paneling and metal accents as if it was perpetually stuck in 1973.
Denton Graves sat in a windowless conference room with an aide deep within the building, the meeting wasn't necessarily a secret but the details of it would be kept close to the heart until the they could be hammered out and an announcement was scheduled. The idea of an alliance with the Metsamaans troubled him, it could stir serious tensions with the imperial powers these gothic peoples found themselves entangled with. Of course, unlike it's predecessor the Republic of Sylvania, the Federation was no stranger to entanglement.
The door to the conference room opened and in walked Minister Pärn, Secretary Graves stood up from his seat and welcomed the minister while escorting him to an open chair. "Welcome to the Federation, I hope the trip treated you well." Graves opened the conversation, his Westsylvanian accent apparent. "Now I know you Scanians don't like to waste time, at least that was what it was told, so let us get right down to brass tacks. We can start with your proposal while we wait for the coffee." He waved his hand at the aide to prepare the beverages, "anything you say here will be strictly confidential, even if we should fail to come to an agreement, so rest assured we can speak about many things here without worry. My aide is a trusted man."