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Great Xanarcica Empire wrote:

The letter

In the grand halls of the Ceteos Colonial Capital building, Alesha Krowa awaited her scheduled meeting with Crown Princess Arc X. Xana of the Great Xanarcica Empire. Alesha Krowa, the girl who Crown Princess Arc was interested in, was nervous and slightly confused. As Crown Princess Arc entered the room, Alesha's nerves heightened.

"Hello Alesha, its a pleasure to meet you" Crown Princess Arc spoke with a formal, calm like voice, "Is there any problem with me, why did you want to meet?-" Alesha replied hesitant and nervous. Before Crown Princess Arc could answer they are interrupted by the entrance of a royal messenger bearing a sealed letter. The messenger approached Crown Princess Arc and handed her the letter, observing the letter. Crown Princess Arc knew that it was meant for her mother, Saint Empress Angel V. Xana but knew that her mother had a busy schedule.

Crown Princess Arc would excuse herself from the meeting with Alesha and went to a separate chamber to read the contents of the letter. As she opened the to her shock, the letter detailed the events of the previous day involving the lanterns that were sent into the air the previous night, which had landed in the bordering nation, Snestar, adjacent to the Xana Colony of Ceteos. Snestar had thought these lanterns were a gift from the Great Xanarcica Empire. "I shall deal with this later" Crown Princess Arc spoke to herself before returning to the room where Alesha stayed nervous about the meeting.

In the next hour Crown Princess Arc contacted Lord Setzu III Olvi, to establish contact with Snestar in a goal to discuss of the lantern accident that occured.

The Arrival

After that the Great Xanarcica Empire had informed their intentions to establish contacts with Snestar, the government officials of Calpyona started preparing negotiations. For the location, Ms. Cremisi chose the small town of Neronta, near the border with Xanarcica, where there were the most sightings of the lanterns. The town was also chosen because it would be considered a middle point in between the two colonies, other than being more practical on the logistical aspect.

Ms. Cremisi chose to participate in the negotiations herself, due to the importance of the meeting. She patiently waited at the designated building, surrounded by a great number of special police units. She was accompanied by two diplomats, Stephan Starr, a short bald man with a shaved beard, and Francesco Aliberti, a tall young man with glasses and short brown hair, who would serve as an interpreter for the Xanarcicans.

Camilla knew her diplomatic team was not something to be proud of. Even though she had explicitly asked for all diplomats to be available for the meeting, everyone but the two present suspiciously seemed to have an excuse. Nonetheless, Stephan and Francesco were still skilled at their jobs, and Camilla herself had had some experience on the matter.

The Xanarcicans arrived, and Camilla studied them as they walked through the wet staircase. It had been raining cats and dogs that day, but the “negotiations” were to be held as soon as possible, from her judgement. “Welcome to Snestar.” she said “My name is Camilla Cremisi, Colonial Presidential Representative of the colony of Calpyona. I will personally conduct the meeting, along with Mr. Starr and Mr. Aliberti.”

Snestar wrote:

The Arrival

After that the Great Xanarcica Empire had informed their intentions to establish contacts with Snestar, the government officials of Calpyona started preparing negotiations. For the location, Ms. Cremisi chose the small town of Neronta, near the border with Xanarcica, where there were the most sightings of the lanterns. The town was also chosen because it would be considered a middle point in between the two colonies, other than being more practical on the logistical aspect.

Ms. Cremisi chose to participate in the negotiations herself, due to the importance of the meeting. She patiently waited at the designated building, surrounded by a great number of special police units. She was accompanied by two diplomats, Stephan Starr, a short bald man with a shaved beard, and Francesco Aliberti, a tall young man with glasses and short brown hair, who would serve as an interpreter for the Xanarcicans.

Camilla knew her diplomatic team was not something to be proud of. Even though she had explicitly asked for all diplomats to be available for the meeting, everyone but the two present suspiciously seemed to have an excuse. Nonetheless, Stephan and Francesco were still skilled at their jobs, and Camilla herself had had some experience on the matter.

The Xanarcicans arrived, and Camilla studied them as they walked through the wet staircase. It had been raining cats and dogs that day, but the “negotiations” were to be held as soon as possible, from her judgement. “Welcome to Snestar.” she said “My name is Camilla Cremisi, Colonial Presidential Representative of the colony of Calpyona. I will personally conduct the meeting, along with Mr. Starr and Mr. Aliberti.”

The Encounter

As the armored trucks pulled up, with the doors swinging out. Eventually three figures and some imperial guards with what appeared to be 'umbrella hats?', had stepped out and would walk over. "Greetings, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person. I am Arc X. Xana, Crown Princess of the Great Holy Xanarcica Empire" one of the figures spoke who had worn a royal military uniform which had many medals and had a heavy royal fluffed cape in gold and white. Another spoke who wore a white dress and crown and had ash white to dirty blonde hair strands, "Its an honor to meet you all, I am Elaria II Xana, the Second Princess of the Great Holy Xanarcica Empire and Diplomat of the Great Xanarcica Empire". The last figure, a tall but wise who looked young looking for his age with cloak covering most of his body and clothing with several medals, "I am Lord Setzu III Olvi, the current Lord of the Xana Colony of Ceteos" he spoke in a deep but wise tone.

The previous day, Crown Princess Arc was planning on what to do for when she would meet the Snestar diplomats, she walked by back and forth in the room. Until the sound of a knock on a door and a voice "Majesty, are you ok?" interrupted, Crown Princess Arc stopped to open the door to see Lord Setzu III Olvi, "I am quite fine just think what mother would do in this matter" she said. It was quite obvious that this was Crown Princess Arc's first time dealing with diplomatic discussions alone unlike her sister, Elaria II Xana the second princess of Great Xanarcica Empire. "I see, I have a thought. Why don't you contact young Elaria II Xana to help accompany you, she is quite a marvelous child who holds the skills to lead the empire to greater heights" Lord Setzu III Olvi says as some advice. "I guess I will do that, hope she is not busy with her magic study" Crown Princess Arc replies after a few moments of thought.

"Shall we move on to start this meeting?" Crown Princess Arc speaks in spite of being quite uncomfortable with the rainy conditions

The New Michiganian State wrote:

James was confident as he walked towards the air base. There was no sense of nervousness, no fear, or dread. There was no place for such emotion here. Not in his job. The remark by Tenge had brought another smile to his face. Not a carefully curated one meant to please, but a more genuine one. Surprisingly, despite being famous for its high level of oppression, Mighigania's gender equality was among the best in the world, with basically no difference in preference between the two. Of course, they were all just meat for the machine, why be so specific about the kind when they all end up the same? Dead on arrival.

Of course, the old gender equality before the coup was considered feudal, and the military government boasted about how their equalizing of the genders made them better than all others. Of course, jokes are still made about it by both men and women alike, and Tenge's remark hit just similar to the style back home he had to relax a little. He needed to be presentable.

"Lead the way," he said to Koa as she motioned for him and McNamara to follow him. He and McNamara lagged behind slightly after their group. This was intentional.

"What was that for?" James whispered to McNamara, keeping his voice down, "We need to remain friendly, your little remark does not help".

"They need to know how much better we are, even if they refused to believe it," he answered back. Of course, he'd say that. He's among the most avid patriots in the commanding staff. He loves all things Michiganian, especially his men. To a fault, it seems.

"Look, alright, I know you love your men a little more than you'd like us to know, but now's not a place to parade your perceived superiority," James stressed under his breath, making a point while still being to quiet for the Reneans to hear, so he hoped, "We are equals on their land, and if you don't want your first mission failure to be put on your other wise spotless record, you will treat them as equals until we leave, understood?"

McNamara only grunted in response. James sped up his walking to lessen the lag between him and the Reneans, hoping to close the distance before anyone noticed.

It was difficult to say if the Reneans had noticed anything, as they kept a steady pace and, if they had noticed anything, they didn't make any signs of it. Tenge and Koa exchanged several words that they did not understand, and whatever tone of speech they were using was lost at the linguistic barrier - it was a nice advantage in these talks, given that the Michiganians had no translators of their own, and the Reneans could say whatever they wanted. It wasn't unlikely that they would do this more; Koa was certainly prepared to lie as much as she needed. It was just politics, after all.

Afterwards they took a boat to the city and traversed through the waterways that made up Katikatiyama's main streets, a journey that included a good amount of small talk and plenty of cultural and historical Renean trivia as they pointed to the urban features. For a nation that was no doubt up to date with the most modern technology, the houses were old fashioned - constructed nearly entirely of wood, with stone forming the foundations, walls, and the canals. They eventually arrived at the castle, or, at least, that was what it was called. It was a far cry from the typical definition of a castle, having six separate rectangular segments stacked on top of each other forming a single large central tower with curved roofing overhanging each level culminating in one root at the top, stretching a hundred and sixty or so feet tall, with a black and white exterior formed by marble and black ceramic roof tiles. It looked more like a fancier apartment building, and to some extent, it wasn't inaccurate to call it such; in the centuries following its initial construction as a military fortress, the castle had been extensively remodeled until its current state as a royal palace.

Entry mostly went without a hitch, though McNamara's medals managed to set off several metal detectors. Inside the castle was mostly wood, which was the predominant building material of choice for the quarry-less island city that was built on the water. It certainly didn't give the same sense of security that a stone castle might have, but that was hardly the point anymore, and besides, it was almost definitely fitted with hidden security befitting the emperor of the nation. Maids roamed the halls, occassionally greeting the Michiganians with words they couldn't understand. In line with the odd Renean tradition that the servants and guards of the sovereign were one and same, the maids had rifles strapped to their back, largely for show; who knows how they hid their actual weapons.

"One of the joys of our language is our cursing," Koa once remarked with a smile, as a maid passed by them, mumbling something. "Did you catch it? She just cursed you, your parents, your grandparents, your cousins, your teacher, your dog... in four words, no less."

It was difficult to ascertain as to how true it was, but Koa didn't seem to be lying - and she wasn't. They then stopped before a sliding door with decorated wooden panels, which lead to the room in which they were about to meet in. They heard a faint sound of music from within. Tenge knelt before the door, Koa rang a bell that hung over it, waiting, and it seemed the two were silently demanding that the Michiganians show some level of formal respect even prior to seeing the empress - James wasn't the only person there hoping that McNamara wouldn't be his usual self.

Not So Break News! A man nicknamed Velikiy Puteshestvennik (meaning great traveler in English) has announced his plan to visit every single nation’s capital (in the Calption and the Surrounding Area(?) Rp) despite concerns from his community and only knowing one language, Crossian. Will this “Great Traveler” be successful in his adventure or will he not be successful. As his first destination he has chosen the capital of Calption, he plans to make the trip via his car. -N.C.N.S.

Crossia wrote:

Not So Break News! A man nicknamed Velikiy Puteshestvennik (meaning great traveler in English) has announced his plan to visit every single nation’s capital (in the Calption and the Surrounding Area(?) Rp) despite concerns from his community and only knowing one language, Crossian. Will this “Great Traveler” be successful in his adventure or will he not be successful. As his first destination he has chosen the capital of Calption, he plans to make the trip via his car. -N.C.N.S.

Let me know when he plans to visit Borschtslatvia's capital of Kormania. We will roll out the red carpet for him.

Good night

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