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Argent wrote:

"General!" Victor greeted with a bow, his hand rigidly placed over his heart as salute, and a wide grin on his face. "Always a pleasure. Have I mentioned yet that I enjoy what your men have done to the place." He mentions referring to the satanic symbolism that is now strewn across the Polarian Quarter. "Should rename this Satan's quarter."

Victor chuckled to himself as he removed his wide brim hat; revealing his rooster tail like coiffed up hair. He runs his gloved hand through his purposefully messy hair before continuing, "This is not a social call I most lament to state, my friend." He sarcastically announces. He himself loathed the meetings. Not because of the Polarians, but because he just despised being stuck sitting in one place listening to chatter about weather, troop movements, and the like. He'd much rather take a quiet nap or watch a fight or plan an assassination. What he'd really like is to be back in Zevezda enjoying the comforts of the Emperor's apartments.

"In fact actuallY, I have news that you should find quite exhilarating." Victor said with his cheeky smirk. "Marching orders!"

With the looming presence of the Khan with him, Victor decided an introduction was in order. "Before I delve into the nitty gritty of it all, allow me the pleasure of introducing you to this oriental amazonian. Major General Holt, this is Batzorig, Great Khan of the Steppe and leader of Tam Amisgal." Looking at Batzorig and gesturing to Holt, "Batzorig, this is of course Major General Holt of Greater Polaris."

Victor allows Holt and Batzorig a chance to converse in greeting and give the Major General a second to absorb the good news.

Tam Amisgal wrote:

When Batzorig and Victor had walked through the 'Polarian Quarter' Batzorig got the instant feeling she was going to like these people. From the evidence they left around they looked like one hell of a bunch of party animals. This made her smile with glee, baring her sharpened canines. Batzorig had limited knowledge of the Satanic religion and even less on the American nation's culture, but they seemed to be proud of it from the pentagrams all about them.

Inside and finally getting a look at the Major General, he reminded Batzorig of a pent up animal; ready to strike. Itching for a fight. Again, something that Batty was coming to like about these guys.

Understanding Argentian Latin, Batzorig understood Victor well enough when he introduced her to the Major General. Batty turns to the Major General, slams her fists together and bows her head. Speaking in Argentian, one of the several languages she knows, Batzorig greets the Polarian, "Well met, Major General."

"I'm the bringer of the good news." Saying as she lifts her head and cracks the knuckles in her hand. "I flew my arse off to bring the good news that the Turoks kicked the traitorous scums arses at Sochi. Even took a good number of em captive."

Batzorig chuckled as she put a hand on her hip and another on her chest to strike a boisterous pose, "Course they couldn't of done it without yours truly!" She joked facetiously. Dropping the pose but maintaining her cocky smile she continues, "In all seriousness though, they K.O.'ed Tsaire forces for the area. Now they're marching up the coast to take advantage of the sitch, but they're running on fumes and if they meet anything stronger than a gust of wind they'll be knocked on their own arses."

The Major General had a high smile on his face as he seemed to have trouble holding in his excitement on his face for marching orders from Batzorig. The energy was a mixture of a love for combat and being honoured to act as representative from Polaris to such a high figure of another nation, and one that was far from a pencil pusher at that. He gave a brisk but certifiably deep bow as his words came very soon after such, pragmatic as ever, "An honour, Great Khan of the Steppe and leader of Tam Amisgal, how can I be of service?" his words ever so slightly hissing at the end, not in anger from but from the mere speed of voice. His two staff members behind him bowed as well with their superior of course, seeming familiar with their CO's 'quirks'.

Major General Holt seemed like the type of person that wasn't able to stand still but he held his attention on each of Batzorig's words, listening to understand rather than just respond like a bureaucrat might. As soon as she was finished, the Major General smacked his hands together in a clap, his pragmatic tone coming out with a strong character to it, "I've heard enough myself and I am sure that my lovely staff can hear anymore that is needed for that whole... bureaucracy aspect, let's get to it!" making a pose like a adventurer ready to venture in the African veldt, wide stanced and hands open from the clap.

Continuing without delay, changing his stance with a gloved hand under his chin as he pondered but for a moment, "Mm... we have everything we need to obliterate just about anything in our way. After all, during our lovely yet.. extensive stay here in this lovely part of Argent, we had some exceptionally.... spicy munitions sent from the homeland to use....." as he spoke, all those in the room who solely spoke Argentian Latin would have no idea what 'spicy' meant as it was a solely Polarian term that barely had a direct translation and sounded rather off, though the Major General said it with such clarity and was standing at-ease afterwards as if he said nothing wrong.

"At any rate, I am confident that our forces can pick up where you left off, though it certainly is some shoes to fill, lest you shall be present at the new front, which I am sure you would enjoy... we will be ready to move out in!-" Holt was about to say more before Chief Warrant Officer Whitehall put her hand on her commanding officer's shoulder and whispering something, before Holt let out a very soft, quiet yet just audible, "S*it" in the VERY quiet office before clearing his throat. "Our next FORMAL meeting with the Director and Argentian friends was scheduled for two days now.. and for their excellent work in on-base training.. we might have had light celebrations on the Morningstar deck last night as we had 'time'..." he cleared his throat again then spoke in a quiet tone, "We will endeavor to hand out Polarian-issue Bloody Caesars to remedy this logistical oversight..."

Letting the room remain quiet for a moment, he bit his lip before a small smile grew, commenting, "Totally worth it though..." and with the context in mind, the Argentian entourage might notice a empty red stained highball glass on the Major General's desk.