Lazarus

I now got my Laz colonies in here

cool

Greater Kamba wrote:

also, Crossia Great Xanarcica Empire wanna form a intergovernmental 3 nation group

Well currently the GXE colonies are all placed under the Colonial Xana Regions which is basically a government branch for the GXE colonies to be governed under.. so the ones in Laz would be needed to talk to cuz GXE is based in another region

The New Michiganian State wrote:

A Trip From Home

The plane ride was not necessarily long, per se, but for many on board it felt like an eternity. Most delegations sent in this matter were for negotiations after a victorious war, ready to enforce their will on a lesser. Traveling to meet as equals, however, is not as common. Despite the unusualness of the meeting, from the Mighiganian perspective, the signature air of confidence was omnipresent in all passengers waiting to land. As the plane approached the runway, the occupants prepared for their imminent meeting. The dignitaries went through their plans and talking points once more before touchdown.

Smooth landings were always much appreciated by the diplomats, and as the plane taxied off the runway, a large group or Reneas were visible out the window. The crew expertly maneuvered the plane to its final destination, and the entourage got ready to step off.

First off were two guards, in dress uniform, followed closely by two men. The first wore a decorated military uniform, with countless medals adorning his torso, though it was unknown just how many were actual combat awards, if not for vanity. Following him was another man, dressed in a fine suit, proudly adorned in the colors of his nation. Another guard followed, but stopped at the doorway of the plane, overlooking the scene. The well-dressed men and guards approached the Renean delegates, walking with a brisk yet relaxed pace. While they knew about the Renean's aversion to grand arrivals, the lack of pomp and fanfare still felt off, given the popularity of large arrivals. Regardless, they refused to allow any cracks to show as they approached their welcoming delegate and his entourage.

Although a nation of several ethnic languages and thus a populace that was, on average, proficient in as many as three such languages, there remained a great irony that was clear and well-known outside of the country; Reneans simply did not speak English, not for lack of ability, but for some blend of staunch nationalism and laziness. This became obvious as the appointed servants, about four in total, strumbled over sentences any more complicated than "Luggage?"

The Michiganian dignitaries were greeted by two bows, a typical formal greeting. The woman, dressed in the plain, inoffensive style of a white dress shirt, necktie, and monotone black ankle skirt, spoke first.

"I am Koa, appointed translator for your visit today," she said, before she gestured to the man, who, in contrast, looked far more native; several layers of thinner fabric appropriate for the moderate weather made up a simple robe that covered all of his skin below the neck and above the ankle making up some sort of cultural costume that would typically be appropriate for this situation. Not that Reneans were any experts in the matter of foreign visits, either, given that in centuries of Renean history they had few allies, after all, they were an empire with no goals less threatening than the total submission of any states they came across, and for a century after their fall, they had remained a bunch of isolated islands without much contact. What exactly constituted correct dress in this sort of situation was a question that they were not fit to answer, but this would be their best attempt at it.

"He is General Tenge Fuyuki..." she began, though, in her mind, she had to assess which name order was correct at the moment. "General Fuyuki Tenge, our principal... military advisor."

There was a general sense of hesitation in her words, as she tried to describe the concept. In actuality, many would say he was a bit more than a military advisor. In front of the Michiganians was a very influential man these days, but any statement hinting at that sort of relationship between him and the government might have provoked trouble, and so, Koa remained conservative in her proposed estimation of his status.

"He speaks very good English, but he doesn't like talking very much," she concluded, a bit more cheerily. This was a joke, though, her monotone delivery didn't hint at it much; then again, Reneans are always like that. General Tenge seemed to be in his more advanced years, having greying hair that, in the typical Renean inversion of fashion culture, wore his hair to his waist, contrasting to Koa's shoulder-length style. His eyes were not indicative of his age yet, though, and he examined the two Michiganians before him, particularly the one decorated in medals. He then said something to Koa that they didn't understand.

"He says you should beware of big magnets -" she said, before a firm strike to her back ended her translation; seems like it was not intended for them to hear.

Hello lazarus! :D