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"I suppose so," He replied to Kottan's offer, "Since we are here anyway." When one of Kottan's men came around and opened her door, she stepped out. Then the same man came around and opened Johnas's door, allowing him to exit the vehicle, after which he went around the side of the vehicle to join Kottan.

"It is indeed an honor to be able to personally host a distinguished foriegn dignitary as yourself, Ms. Ivanovich." Janko stuck out his hand for a handshake. Beside him, the honor guard snapped to attention with utmost discipline. Their stern faces hidden by the combat masks each of them wore and their ceremonial crimson half-capes fluttering in the slight breeze. "If you will follow me, i have a small procession of vehicles that will carry us to the People's Palace. A limousine for us and three Rook TAVs for my guard." He motioned with his other hand to the cars near them. "I also wondered if there is anything you require? We are prepared to offer sleeping arrangements and lavish meals should these talks take longer than just the day. And i was also wondering if your delegation is comprised of just yourself or are there others?"

"Wow." Johnas chuckled as Kottan finished her tale, "You're a bright kid. Graduating high school at 15 and college at 18? It's amazing really." His hands shifted slightly as he moved himself in his seat. "But an evil star? I think not. If anything, i believe that one must go through some form of suffering. Otherwise, how can we be human? It is our trials that make us who we are, or in your case, who you will become." He smiled, "In the time i've been around i've been through a lot, and i don't think there is any way i could be who i am right now without those experiances." He wanted to put his hand on her shoulder just as a comforting gesture as he had seen the beginnings of a tear in Kottan's eye,[i] but no, that would be quite unprofessional[/i], he insisted to himself inside. "So, how long till we reach our destination?" He asked, bringing things back to the main matter.

As Kottan finished her phone conversation, Johnas shifted in his seat. When asked if she should continue telling about herself, Johnas quickly replied, "Of course." and sat back in his seat.

Johnas was surprised. He had seen the scars earlier but hadn't said anything about them. But the story behind him saddened him although he tried not to show it. He had known his father had not intentionally meant to hurt him but it had made him stronger but with Kottan, seeing the scars let in a little anger with the sadness. "I am sorry." Was all he could say. Kottan's sudden calling for a detour startled him but as she explained, he understood the setting. "Its quite fine, I've done the same on many occasions."

With his two foreign relations ministers gone, Fuhrer Janko Von Lummel found himself in the rare position of getting to greet a foreign diplomat personally. Beside, a special honor guard of 12 Sturmtruppen stood in two rows of six. The wore specially-made armor that was crimson in color with gold-colored trimmings and their guns were brand new and glittered in the sun. Janko looked to both sides to make sure that they were in line and that all was presentable. It was only a short while ago that the Isara Alliance had contacted him looking for diplomatic ties between their two great nations. Janko had agreed to meet them and was now standing on the tarmac of Totensberg International Airport awaiting the foreign dignitary's aircraft.

"I personally welcome the Isara Alliance to the world. I hold the sincere hope of fruitful future relations between our two countries." ~Fuhrer Janko von Lummel

"Purpuralbinism?" Johnas asked aloud as Kottan finished, "I do not believe i have ever heard of that ailment but it does sound like an interesting one. It does put a unique spin on one's appearance." He smiled, "Not that that is a bad thing, of course." Johnas also noticed a sort of nervousness in Kottan's demeanor and was moving to address it when she asked about his background. To be honest, he hadn't really had time to reflect on his childhood and upbringing since he had become the Minister of Foreign Affairs. He was sure that it had been over 5 years since he had talked with his mother. "There is no need to be nervous, Kottan." He flashed a grin as he talked, "I can imagine that the burdens of your job are not easy for someone your age. I myself have been doing this job for the last 8 years, and although i started young, i believe that it gets easier with age." It was here that he began to tell his story, "As for my background, it really is not much to talk about. I grew up in the mid-sized town of Brenindon a ways outside Totensberg, the capital of our country. My mother and father raised me on our small family farm where i would usually find myself tending our crops and timber-cutting in the forest outside our house. My mother worked as a manager of a small waste-removal company in our town, which was by no means a desirable job, but it was something she liked to do and she was paid good." He cleared his throat before continuing, "My father was an engineer, involved in many city projects, with little time for the farm, which became my main job. He was also an excessive drunk unfortunately. I still have lasting scars from where he struck me." He pulled up his sleeve to reveal a large 5-inch long scar along his arm. "He would sometimes go off for no apparent reason on my mother and I. I think that it was this that helped my develop a certain...callousness. He also trained me to be a fighter by developing my skills with firearms and i was sort of forced to work on my hand-to-hand skills when he beat me. When i was 13, he was enlisted by the Nationalee Armee and was sent to fight insurgents in the Krugender Province. But for all this, my family raised me to be very kind-natured. Fighting as a last resort, be kind to others, and the like. Throughout my schooling, i only found myself forced to fight but a few times, both of which i reluctantly won." He rolled down his sleeve and continued, "It was only after my father died in a insurgent raid on his company's camp that i was able to gain the freedom to go to the university. I graduated with a law degree when i was 20 and found myself working at a law firm in Totensberg. It was here that i was discovered by a member of Fuhrer Lummel's cabinet during a mock trial. Once i was 22, i was offered a job in the People's palace, and a year later, after showing extreme potential, i was promoted to Minister of Foreign Affairs." A bump in the road caused him to stop momentarily and he noticed that he had been rambling on, "I am terribly sorry, Kottan. I do have a slight tendency to rant on when given the opportunity. Its gotten me in trouble a few times." The edge of a smile emerged but he allowed his mouth to open, getting rid of the grin. "What about you, Kottan? What was your life like? I can only imagine the life one must lead to live a life as you do right now."

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"Ok." Johnas smiled, "I'll refer to you as Kottan if you will call me Johnas." He leaned slightly towards her and chuckled, "To tell you the truth, i really dislike formalities as well." The group continued on towards the vehicles and Johnas noticed that Kottan has closed her eyes and then before he could as, she reopened them and addressed him. The question that followed was one he expected considering his earlier reaction. He contemplated his answer as they got into the first car that pulled up. He waited for Ms. Lyndexer to enter the vehicle before following her in. He sat down and put his briefcase to his side and then folded his hands. "The reason is was slightly startled back then was because of your eyes, if you pardon my bluntness." Johnas threw in a smile that he hoped would mitigate the frankness of his previous question. "I just have never seen eyes of such a hue. And combined with your hair, it did take me slightly off guard." Johnas stopped talking and sat back in his seat, quietly hoping that he was not so forward as to sour things.

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"Thank you Ms. Lyndexer." Johnas returned the smile, his own nervousness being quite high, this being only his second time out of the borders of Kriegland. When Ms. Lyndexer revealed her deeply-hued violet eyes, Johnas was slightly taken aback. He composed himself as he let go of her hand and straightened his tie and signaled for their escort and his assistant to join him. Staying just a bit ahead of his delegation, he walked alongside Ms. Lyndexer. "I don't think there is much else we should require." He replied, "Well, perhaps some humble sleep accomodations should we be staying more than just the day, which i anticipate. Other than that, i don't think there is anything else." He allowed a smile to emerge as he continued, "I do hope our relations here will further things greatly between our countries."

[b]1426 hours Tunisia, Carthage; Carthaginian International Airport Mr. Johnas Adems; Kriegland Minister of Foreign Affairs[/b] "We've been cleared to land, sir." The pilot called back. "Good." Johnas replied and then began gathering his things. The closed folders he slipped into his briefcase and his cell phone he put into his inside coat pocket. "Got everything, sir?" his assistant, Morigan Liefson asked. Johnas nodded back and then snapped his case shut. The jolt of landing on the tarmac sent a jolt though the plane that almost knocked his coffee off the table. The plane slowed as it began to taxi towards a distant hanger and thought his window, Johnas could see a small convoy of vehicles and a group of people awaiting their arrival. Up front, the delegation's 6-man Sturmtruppen security detail got ready to disembark and gathered their weapons and helmets. The plane finally slowed down and stopped just beside the group of vehicles and people and Johnas started to stand up. Checking his watch, he took his place behind the Sturmtruppen and waited. “Good luck.” The flight attendant said as she opened the door and lowered the boarding ramp. Once the stairs hit the ground, the 6 soldiers flowed out and made two rows of three on either side of the stairs. It was after this that Johnas and his assistant made their way out of the aircraft. Once they had hit the tarmac, Johnas walked up to the Carthaginian he presumed to be the head of the foreign delegation and extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to be here in Carthage.” He smiled.

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