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The Queen narrows her eyes.
"I suppose visiting the pixies might be interesting."
The Marines come onshore, greeting the natives...
"Northern Seraphim has quite a few pixies. I can have someone escort you if you want."
"If you're quick you might."
“That sounds perfectly logical, as everything should be. Tell me, what do you plan to do about Dominion?”
The Rusheim ambassador exits the train and dusts himself off before heading to the city with the guards. He looks relatively excited.
“So, what sights are there to see?”
The natives wave to the marines and hand out the yak fur coats and cups of steaming yak blood, as is traditional to drink in Rusheim.
"Mostly old mashions from the past and the congress house"
(Timeskip to you arriving)
"I plan on crushing them eventually."
The Marines are a bit hesitant about drinking the yak blood...
A telegram was sent to the capital of New Makasta, identifying the sender as Delraka. The telegram goes as follows.
Greetings my fellow survivors. I am Kaiserin Chancellor Astrid of the Delrakan Reich. I wish to inform you that I hold no ill will against you, and I wish to personally thank you for your efforts in the Great War to aid me. While my predecessors failed, I am proud to announce that I, along with the optimistic and iron-willed citizens of this great nation, have pulled our Empire out of the slums of economic depression. One thing I have learned from this is that those who were persecuted unjustly for defending their homeland deserve to be recognized for their strength. I wish to reach my hand out to you, in a semblance of honor and repayment for your valiant dedication to the cause of the Great War. With this gesture, I hope to pull another victim out of the gutters and help another mortal such as myself to achieve the greatness that they were denied by the gierige Schweine that call themselves the righteous victors of the Great War. Together, I believe that we can help the other forgotten victims who suffer constantly at the hands of the capitalists who extort and prosper from the common people they trampled during the War. Like a schoolyard bully, they not only abuse the small man by pushing him into the mud and stealing his money, he stands and laughs over him, spitting and cursing him while his gang of thugs bludgeon him, forcing him to bury himself in filth in order to protect himself from the pain. No more will we suffer, no more will we hand over our money to the schleimige Kobolde that dictate that we should remain defenseless as penalty for our national pride. I ask that we meet personally, so that we may set the score straight, and refuse to allow our right to power be diminished any further.
With all honor and power,
Kaiserin Chancellor of Delraka,
Astrid Falkenjäger.
The Rusheim ambassador is intrigued by this and looks at his guide.
“Congress house? Oh, don’t you guys have a monarchy? I find that to be really interesting.”
The natives drink it like it’s tea and don’t seem to mind. The marines notice that the frost elves have sharp fangs and yellow eyes, indicating a predatory nature.
“Very good. We can be great allies, I sense it already!”
they take a few days to respond and the chief judge accepts to meet him in person
“Thank you l
"Perhaps we should begin our plans to conquer the inferior filth nearby?"
Once the proposed meeting was accepted, Astrid prepared herself to meet the leaders of a foreign nation. While she trusted these people to be welcoming, she still took an escort with her, some highly trained soldiers that didn’t appear too threatening. However, she would also take her most elite soldiers with her, in case she ever needed to cause some fear. She also took her most trusted brother, Feuer and her most trusted sister, Schatten with her. They were two of the most brutal people to have ever donned the Delrakan emblem, and two of the closest people to Astrid. Once her plane was about to land, a telegraph went out to notify the leader that she was coming. Along with her plane, were four fighters. Soon, she would land.
The high judge is at the airport waiting already
The diplomat arrives in a seemingly remote area of Seraphim's forest.
As the plane landed, the powerful fighter planes flew over the High Judge’s head, roaring with fury and destruction as the ground rumbled beneath their feet. Soon, they would land as well, after scouting the city. Astrid’s plane had finally rested, as the door opened. A tall, slender figure exited the plane, wearing a dark suit, with a strange red and white mark on her left arm. Underneath the black leather overcoat, she wore a simple white collared shirt and a black tie. Her hair was pale and bleach blonde, longer enough to be past her shoulders. On top of her head was a sharp cap, a hawk spreading its wings and a skull with crossbones beneath it. Behind her two individuals exited with her. One was a slim, attractive woman, wearing a black helmet. The other was a massive, 7 foot tall male, wearing the same uniform as her, but with a strangely terrifying mask. He has his arms behind his back, holding them with composed power. Soon, Seven guards exited the plane, holding strange weapons that had incredibly accuracy. Soon, she spoke directly to the High Judge.
“Greetings! I am pleased to meet you in person. I am Astrid, who are you, my fine friend?”
“Hmm yes me. I am Leth Ciane the current high judge of the axis confederation. Plussure to meet you in person. Also I mean no disrespect when I say your guards will not be allowed into congress or the Exucutive manner.”
He wears a simple suit and where’s a hood over it. His face is obserged by a mask that has many intercut carvings in bright blue agist the steel backdrop.
“Of course, whatever you wish. They shall wait with the plane and make sure nothing happens. However, these two are not guards, they are my closest Elders and my trusted siblings. They will come with me only because they understand exactly what it is to extend the olive branch of peace and fellowship. Besides, they’ve been dying to meet you.”
She said, smirking slightly as the two monsters stood directly behind her, Feuer on her right and Schatten on her left. The three of them standing together of course meant nothing to Leth, but soon, he would realize who he allowed into his country.
“I do not wish to seem rude, but may we please head inside? Rain is coming, and it bothers my brother. He tends to get a bit...temperamental once he’s wet.”
"But of crouse of crose plese come in. I understand that perfectly. Would you like sperte rooms or will you share one?"
he starts walking towrds a large imposing building that seems welcomeing at the same time. Theres a fence outside and many colums that supportthe roof. The colmus are each a seprte coleler
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