Amalian-Orthorian Diplomacy

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The diplomatic core, escorted by Amalian special forces, would arrive in Orthoria seeking to establish relations with the Orthorian State. The diplomat, an upper middle age man named Andrea Costa, would arrive in the capital near the end of the month.

The Amalian government would have given the Orthorian State ample time to be aware of the arrival of the diplomats.

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The arrival of the diplomat was not overlooked, and in preparation for the arrival of the diplomat sent from Amali, Oskar Sidorovich made sure that there would be as little interruptions as possible, if any, at all. This culminated in a small contingent of the military Honour Guard entering formation near the place from which the diplomat would come from, half an hour before his expected arrival. The soldiers, some of which being veterans of the Revolution, stood crisply at attention, numbering in exactly twenty soldiers - no more, for it could cause tension, and no less, for it could invite subversives. Besides, it wasn't a leader of another nation coming, it was a diplomat.

Oskar himself stood at attention, dressed in his uniform from the Airforce, awaiting the diplomat's arrival. And once he had arrived, he quickly readjusted his uniform one last time. He waited until the middle-aged man approached first. "Welcome to Orthoria. I hope that your travel was a pleasant one. Oskar Sidorovich, National Security."

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"It was. The seas were more than pleasant this time around, especially given the season," Costa said, holding out a hand to shake Oskar's. He half-smiled at him in a friendly manner, continuing, "Andrea Costa, senior diplomat and a chair on the Amalian international developmental board."

The Amalian soldiers stood back near the plane, upright and carrying their rifles stowed in their arm, the tan-and-green uniforms (OOC: ala British Kahki Drills) neatly put together.

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Oskar accepted the man's offer, shaking his hand firmly before continuing to speak. "I believe it is best we head to the proper government offices. The Vozhd is waiting as we speak." The man finished, turning around to face his men, before ordering them in his native language to board the two trucks near the diplomat, the twenty men breaking out of formation and slinging their rifles over their shoulders as they quickly boarded the two trucks, ten men in each one.

"If you would follow me to the car, Mr. Costa. Your men should have enough space in the trucks to be comfortable while we drive."

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"Of course," Costa says, turning to his guard detail. He gives the word to load up with the Othorian soldiers into the van, and the ten soldiers climbed into the personnel transports.

"While we are on the way to the Vozhd, mind if I ask some questions?" He asks, following alongside Oskar to the vehicle.

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"You certainly can." Oskar replied, watching as his men boarded the same trucks as the Amalian troops. Soon enough, the Minister of National Security got into one of two passenger seats of his own car, waiting for the diplomat to seat himself on the other before giving the order to begin driving toward the Vozhd's office. "What is it that you wished to ask?"