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"The Kingdom humbly requests a meeting between our two countries to discuss the movement forward of our relations, taking into consideration the positive work that has bloomed from input and effort by our two kingdoms in the League of Nations. We also request if it's possible to establish an Embassy within the Kingdom of Malta.

 

We hope that good relations and tidings continue flourishing between our two great countries."

 

Respectfully,

Kralj Dragojev Belojevic

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"The fuck is skeet shooting?" the Sovereign of Yugoslavia asked to a particularly room filled with the rest of his Councilors, not even hours after Dražen had departed for the meeting with the Northlands, the only response he got from his Great Council being of blinking and silence before someone piped up, "It's a sport where you take a shotgun and fire at clay disks mechanically flung into the air," chimed in Sonja before blushing as all gazed at her.

 

"No, I don't want to know why you know this sport but give me the rundown if I'm going to be in this with the King of Malta."

 

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Dragojev Belojevic stood tall as he exited the plane that had transported him and his entourage safely to the Kingdom of Malta, he felt the particular beacon disguised as a molar with the tip of his tongue, having been able to pass through without any metal detectors going off. The incident with the former nation of Sparta had certainly taught him a lot of things, being prepared to the extreme was one of them as he was escorted off the airport and towards where the King's private skeet shooting range was located in.

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The Kralj would be met at the King's Private Airfield outside of Valletta. He would be greeted by a single ancient looking butler who was waiting with a silver tray in his hand. Upon the silver tray is a second hand written letter that would read, "My Butler, Simmons, will show yourself and your party to my country estate. Your security officers are invited to join us as well. Please make use of my favorite vehicle for the drive. - King Gregory."

 

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The road to the King's Estate is a fairly straight one and has been cleared for the occasion. Dozens of Maltese National Police cars are present as they block intersections and alleyways until the Kralj's party passes. In the driver's seat is the recent winner of the Valletta Grand Prix who is a world renown race car driver and expert on high performance vehicles. He's also a first cousin to King Gregory. His instructions are to ensure the Kralj gets to the King's Estate in one piece and to be sure the man enjoys himself without terrifying him either. 

 

Once at the King's Estate they'd find it on a quiet piece of Malta's coast. A long dock pointed out to the sea that offered an excellent view of the ocean. Waiting for the Kralj was King Gregory and few of the King's family members. The King would absent mindlessly motion his guards to secure the perimeter and requests that the Kralj's men take care of the personal security of the Kralj, himself, and his family that includes his two children, the race car driving lunatic of a cousin, and one of his sisters. Given the history of the Kralj the move is expected to a noticeable one, but then King Gregory isn't known for his subtle messages. 

 

"Now, let's go blast some pigeons," the King says as he guides the Kralj to his skeet shooting range. On a table, for the King's inspection, are a pair of matching Purdy handmade shotguns. "You'll notice one of them has your initials on them, a small token of our appreciation for your support of the League."

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Dragojev blinked at the sight of the shotgun, his initials clearly engraved on the stock of the firearm as he picked it up from the table, slowly inspecting it safely with the barrel of the gun pointed down to the ground, "It's a fine shotgun, your majesty," he finally found the words to say before smiling at the fellow monarch. It was such a vast difference from what he certainly expected, his three bodyguards had been driven to hilarious fear as the Maltese King's cousin had driven them to the country estate, while he had a blast from the thrill of the drive. To even let the security of a foreign king's to secure and guard the head of state and his family, it was effectively giving themselves as hostages had he been a more malevolent-minded person but he recognized the branch, more or less the giant three that the King of Malta had chopped down and thrown his way.

 

It certainly raised his mood and if the King of Malta was like this, he could easily see something being established between the two kingdoms but first was the more important matter at hand. "I've never played this sport before, your majesty, but I've been made aware of how the sport is played relatively," he added as he gazed at the range, taking the scenery in as he waited for a reply from the Maltese King.

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"Stand on the firing line, make sure your keep the muzzle pointed downrange, and say pull when ready," the four time national Maltese Olympic Shooting Champion (All Catergories) Bob Lee Swagger says as he steps forward to assist. "The trick is to point the firearm just ahead of the pigeon as it flies through the air, we'll be dialing down the speed on this contraption a bit for you as it is your first time." 

 

"Thank you Mr. Swagger," The King says as he hands the Kralj a pair of shooting glasses and ear protectors. The King's family already have theirs on. Three more high tech versions are provided for the Krajl's security officers. They'll be spared the shotgun blasts but will hear everything else. "Let me go first and you'll see how I do it," the King says as he scoops up his Purdy, walks to the firing line, slides two shells into the over and under shotgun and yells pull. A single pigeon floats out over the grass at a lazy pace and the King blows it to pieces. 

 

"Not at all difficult," the King chuckles as he cedes the line to the Kralj. 

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Dragojev nods, having observed the King of Malta perform and listened to all as he put the glasses and ear protectors in place, the Sovereign of Yugoslavia kept his shotgun pointing down as he walked to the firing line, the sensation of having a shotgun once more in his hands driving an almost unnoticeable shiver down his back. The motion of sliding two shells over and under the shotgun being extremely familiar, memories of past times before Yugoslavia was a state  once more in the world stage rising momentarily as he yells pull.

 

Seeing as it was his first time with the sport, a single pigeon rose up over the grass at a slow pace, the Sovereign rapidly raising his shotgun and aiming just ahead of the pigeon and pulling the trigger, the clay pigeon blowing to pieces. "An interesting sport, I'll admit," he confesses as he takes a step back, lowering his shotgun with its barrel pointed down.

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After a few hours of reducing clay pigeons to rubble, the two leaders hand their shotguns over to Bob Lee Swagger for cleaning and storage. Mr. Swagger wanders off to take care of this as the two leaders wander over to a shaded outdoor patio that looks over the sea. Comfortable chairs and iced tea in a large pitcher would be waiting for them. Out at sea a pair of Armed Forces Malta Corvettes could be seen patrolling back and forth flying the Maltese and Yugoslavian flags. Once they are seated and comfortable, King Gregory took a long deep sip of his drink and said, "Well, I suspect you didn't come all the way here for the view and the chance to shoot at clay pigeons. Now that you are hopefully certain you've nothing to worry about in terms of your personal safety from Malta, shall we speak candidly?"

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Dragojev would quirk an eyebrow, the Sovereign of Yugoslavia nodding before taking a sip of his own drink, "I do believe it is the right time, your majesty, and I will be candid in turn. I am grateful for the veritable tree of a diplomatic 'branch' you have given to me and the Kingdom and I sincerely appreciate the gesture."

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"Safety and security within the Mediterranean, alongside prosperity. Before we move into matters of trade, we would like to know what the Kingdom of Malta thinks on the Northlands and the Nordic Hammer."

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