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 Lauchlan Ross stepped off the diplomatic jet that touched down at the Cascadia International Airport. He had been sent from Seylos to deal with probably the most frustrating and bizarre international incidents he had ever seen. Lauchlan was one of a few undersecretaries of Foreign Affairs assigned to different regions of Eurth, and while most of the time he delt with mainly older Europan powers, he also had one small country shoehorned in. Galahinda. Of all the countries he had to deal with Galahinda most definitely required the most work, at this point he couldn’t count the amount of invasions he had to diplomatically head off because of some cultural misunderstanding the Galahindan corporations managed to create every year. Of course in his mind he was overexaggerating, but he still felt that way. If he had just accepted all those corporate bribes he’d own his own small country by now.

A large Galahindan woman briskly pushed her way up to him through the small crowd of people exiting the terminal and stood straight in front of him waving a pack of brochures and speaking broken Anglish which was the sort of lingua franca for visitors to the country, “Need a hotel? Great prices and amazing luxuries-”

Lauchlan glanced at her for a second and sighed waving her off, only saying one word, “Seylosian”

The woman huffed, retracting her arm, and rushing off to another passenger “Figures, boring people…”

Foreign visitors were a pretty easy target for the myriad of lower level scams going on around the more popular tourist areas of Cascadia, but Seylosian familiarity with the country had bred almost a certain boredom for the scammers who typically didn’t bother with them unless they were extraordinarily rich.

Another woman approached him from the side giving him a slight tap on the shoulder, “Undersecretary Ross? We’ve transportation waiting for you.”

“Thank god,” Lauchlan said, “I’d rather not go through the deluge of scammers.”

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The diplomatic vehicle they took from the airport was quite lavish, a gift from one of the Galahindan corporations. Seylos didn’t decline the offer in slight fear of angering the finicky CEO, but as soon as it was in a garage the vehicle was stripped bare in search of listening devices. Lauchlan remembered hearing about the vehicle crew finding no less than two of them inside the frame of the car. The windows of the vehicle had been removed and replaced with a heavily tinted version to block out the almost blinding light of screens illuminating the city nonstop.

“I’m surprised you joined me on the car ride back Ambassador.” Lauchlan said, closing a diplomatic file on the recent incidents.

“I thought best to begin the briefing immediately” Ambassador Teri Acker replied, “This is causing all sorts of issues for the diplomatic corp. The corporate boards have been resistant to talk over this. They seem to think our guarantees are unbreakable.”

Lauchlan sighed, “And they’d be right Teri. They well as f*ck know we wouldn’t allow any foreign power in.”

Seylosian dominance in the island was seen as a critical piece of foreign affairs. While Galahinda was relatively small its strategic position next to Seylos made it a military liability if the worst was to occur. Luckily for Galahinda, the Seylosian people weren’t excited to war against every nation near them, otherwise he was sure Seylos would have wiped them off the map centuries ago. Well, he thought, if old Prince Henry was in charge he’d have most certainly have done something.

“I don’t think the Tagmatines ( @Tagmatium Rules) are going to do anything ridiculous. We are allies in Ceris, and most importantly a critical ally for their power projection in the Adlantic. No… the Galahindans would have to do something very extreme to warrant a military response. Tell me more about the latest MYNE meeting.”

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Product reveals, lauding Seylosian military protection. Though… there seems to be talk of possibly establishing a permanent professional military.”

“What like a long contract with a contractor?”

The ambassador shook her head, “Not sure, it wasn’t clear. It’s possible they mean to establish a true professional military or possibly convert a mercenary group to that role. We really aren’t sure at this point.”

“f*cking Christ, what do they need a military for? This all feels strange, it isn’t like the CEOs to be as bold as they are right now. How is this making them more money?”

“I don’t think it is, it has to be something else.”

Lauchlan hung his head, “Alright we figure out this f*cking mess when we get to embassy. At least all the f*cking lights are off around it. How do these people live with it?”
 

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      Evangela took another sip of tea. The Megas Kritissa had been voted into the position in 2016 as a reaction against the regime of Kommodos Iakoumos, as she had been in the election six years before that. The old woman was one of the few of the Lipotakai, the Deserters, still actively involved in the politics of the Hexanesa. She had been repeatedly elected because she was seen as taking a hard line with Tagmatika. There was still an arrest warrant out for her in the Megas Agios Basileia, even though it had been over sixty years since the events at the end of the Long War which had caused the Hexanesa to break away from Arhomaneia. It looked like the relationship between the islands and the mainland were warming up in the reign of Theodosios VI but his death at the hands of an assassin and the civil war that followed had halted that.
      At the time, some of the other Kritai had considered throwing in their support behind the cabal of naval and army officers attempting to revive the Navarkhokrateia but that scheme had been stopped by the then Megas Krites, Ioannes Hegesinos. It just would have meant a vengeful Kommodos landing forces on the islands and bringing them to heel by force. Some of the defeated rebels had tried to flee to the islands in the aftermath of the civil war but they had been turned away, most of those disappearing further east or south. There were rumours that the new regime in Tagmatika had shot dozens, if not hundreds, of rebellious officers. Handing over any refugees would have been as bad as murder even if it would have meant that Tagmatika might have warmed up to the Hexanesa.
      The pot of tea was empty and Leotykhidissa stood to her feet, using the arms of her chair to help her get there. One of the Skouterioi stepped forward to take her arm but the old woman waved him off. The big dog stood up and followed the old lady at her heels as she started on the walk towards her official residence. It wasn't too far away from the harbour and the cafe. Gournaion was not a bustling metropolis by the standards of most nations, even New Wurld ones, but it was the largest city of the Hexanesa. The other people walking the streets knew the Megas Kritissa by sight and waved at her as she passed. Many other heads of state would use a car to get around but the size of the capital meant it was unnecessary and Leotykhidissa also loved to see the city. It meant that the old lady felt like she was more in touch with the ordinary people of her country than others in her position might be. And she could see the effects of the policies that she enacted or the repercussions of wurld events.
      In recent years, the numbers of boarded up shops were more noticeable than ever before. As she walked through the cobbled streets of the port, it was obvious where the road surface had become worn or damaged and been replaced with cheaper tarmac. The Great Europan Collapse had not impacted the islands as badly as others – the government hadn't fallen apart due to economic ruin like in many other countries but the primary industries of fishing and logging had taken a hit. The tourist trade had been nascent but starting to bear fruit, with southerners coming to see the relatively unspoilt landscapes, although others came to see the remains of the battlefields of the Long War. Those were mainly Tagmatioi and their money was as good as anyone else's, even if the Hexanesoi didn't like their government. However, that had dried up and the tourist board of the Kritakrateia just didn't have the money or the pull to try to attract more people to the islands. Foreign faces were now entirely uncommon on the islands.
      The Megas Kritissa got to the official residence of the head of the islands. It was no towering edifice but a low villa, almost in the classical style, if not for the modifications made to the architecture to take into account the frigid winters. A pair of guards in the dress uniform of the Taxiotai, the island's paramilitary police, stood either side of the door. Their faces were slightly reddened from the cold and their breath clouded in the early morning air. Leotykhidissa would make sure that the guards changed over a bit earlier than scheduled to get them out of the cold. The big dog walked up to the nearest and sniffed at the gendarme's boots.
      “Arkadios, come.”
      The dog stopped sniffing about immediately and trotted after the old woman and into the building. It was a comfortable enough building, if slightly more grand than many others in the city. It was the old seat of the Exarkhos, the governor, of the Hexanesa, back before the Long War had dashed that all to the winds. It was, imaginatively, known as the Palati tou Exarkhou, the Palace of the Exarkhos, although “palace” was far too grand a name. Arkadios' nails clicked on the tiles in the hall. The vestibule was cold and a draught blew through it, even with the front doors now closed by the Taxiotai on guard. The only real nod to being in the building was when an aide stepped forward to take the Megas Kritissa's coat and held out a warm indoor robe. Waving the aide away with a gesture, Leotykhidissa took off her coat and changed into the offered robe.
      “A cup of tea to warm you up?” the man asked. He was almost as old as Leotykhidissa and had the air of a trusted retainer about him.
      “Yes, thank you,” replied the Megas Kritissa, giving him a thin smile that still managed to be warm. “Can you take it through to the study? There are some papers I wish to go through before I get anything else done today.”
      “Of course,” he sketched a quick bow and stopped to give Arkadios a pat on the head before he did so. “Anything for this boy?”
      “No, he's had a pastry already this morning,” Evangela said, looking down at the big dog, who was in turn looking up hopefully at the aide with big eyes. He was trying to suggest that he'd not been fed at all today, despite what was being said. “He sat patiently outside, waiting for the service to finish. He's been a good boy.”
      Arkadios' tail wagged at the words.
      “I will bring the tea through when it is ready, Megas Kritissa,” said the aide, finally stopping rubbing the fur on top of the stheneloser's head and walking down the hall. “The heating's on, so the study should be nice and warm.”
      “Thank you, Leontios,” the old lady said and walked further into the residence.
      One of the main changes from the traditionally designed Arhomaiki home was that the study wasn't in a commanding place in the building, open to both ends to allow a good view throughout. Instead, in a nod to the cold weather, the room abutted the kitchen, to allow it to take warmth in from the ovens in the walls. That, along with the underfloor heating, made it one of the most snug rooms in the depths of winter. For an elderly person, it made it very liveable. Arkadios padded into the room and went straight over to the dog bed that lay in between the desk and the door and curled up in it. His eyes were on the Megas Kritissa as she pulled out the chair behind the desk and took out a pad of paper. She looked ahead almost blankly for a moment before taking a fountain pen from the mug of pens on the desk and started writing. It took a long time for the words to start properly coming and the cup of tea that Leontios placed on the desk was stone cold before she took notice of it. Eventually, the big dog had started to fidget and whine slightly, making it known that he needed to go out to go to the loo before Leotykhidissa finally stopped her fitful writing and looked down at the words on the page.
      She sighed and made the sign of the cross in the Aroman fashion – thumb, index and middle finger together, going from right to left – before sitting back in the chair. Of course, as she herself was not a despot, Leotykhidissa would put it before the other five Kritai to see what they would think. Personally, it seemed to be the only way to guarantee the fate of the Hexanesa but she had no idea whether it was the right choice. She was just tired of seeing her beloved nation rot and its people suffer like they had been doing for the last few decades.
      Her status as a Lipotakissa and her stance on Arhomaneia meant that she would probably be the only person who could propose a reunion with the Megas Agios Basileia without it being immediately shouted down and the proposer being arrested for high treason. It was certainly shocking, even to Leotykhidissa, but perhaps it was time for her country to come in from the cold.
       
       
      OOC: It's time to get the ball rolling on the first part mentioned here.
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