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ooc: I forget, where are you located on the maps again? Ah, there you are iceland.

As the warriors explore North America, they run into a well fortified border where reptilian creatures in heavy armor walked along walls with their variations upon machine guns and assault rifles. They saw the entity approach, not sure if it was a Rebel Virginian or not, they carefully trained their weapons on it. "Halt, who goes there?" It spoke in a spray of hisses, growls, and clicks.

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As the warriors explore North America, they run into a well fortified border where reptilian creatures in heavy armor walked along walls with their variations upon machine guns and assault rifles. They saw the entity approach, not sure if it was a Rebel Virginian or not, they carefully trained their weapons on it. "Halt, who goes there?" It spoke in a spray of hisses, growls, and clicks.

"This is Captain Garad Sagar of the Triumvirate of Raetal, on a mission of diplomacy and exploration" was the reply, translated into the language of the Storm Dragons using extrapolations from transmissions that had been heard on the radios.

The warriors are greeted in Ireland and in Wales by a military escort, from where they were brought before the King in London, who demanded to know their origin and their business in the United Kingdom.

We are here on a mission of Exploration, from the Triumvirate of Raetal, was the response.

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"This is Captain Garad Sagar of the Triumvirate of Raetal, on a mission of diplomacy and exploration" was the reply, translated into the language of the Storm Dragons using extrapolations from transmissions that had been heard on the radios.

"Oh then, come on in! We'll get ya some beer then get you to the capitol." One of the guards burped. The gates swung open in welcome.

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The fighter craft are spotted over Vera'Kis, and hailed over radio. Although newly moved, the nation's defenses had been set up and anti-air flak cannons were tracking the planes, but that was it, as the Vera'Kis AirForce was yet to be re-established. The garrison commander at Fort Black Water in the North-Western Veran Borders is the one to hail over the radio.

"Unidentified Fighter Craft, we have you on radar. Explain your presence in Veran Airspace immediately, over."

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The fighter craft are spotted over Vera'Kis, and hailed over radio. Although newly moved, the nation's defenses had been set up and anti-air flak cannons were tracking the planes, but that was it, as the Vera'Kis AirForce was yet to be re-established. The garrison commander at Fort Black Water in the North-Western Veran Borders is the one to hail over the radio.

"Unidentified Fighter Craft, we have you on radar. Explain your presence in Veran Airspace immediately, over."

We are here on a mission of diplomacy and exploration, from the Grand Triumvirate of the Raetal.

No aircraft would greet them over Mandalore, but they would receive a radio message asking them to identify themselves and their mission. Hopefully they understood the language known as Manda...

The Raetalian craft responded to the strange hails with hails translated into the language of the Storm Dragons, translated by fax from the one who had met the storm dragons.

Just north of the Fishy-People, nonexistent beings greeted the travelers.

The travelers recognized the society as a hive type thing. They were able to relate with the Nobodies very well, as they are semi-hive like beings as well.

They are greeted by fishy looking people on the northern tip of South America.

The pilot landed and attempted to communicate using the language of the Storm Dragons.

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The Raetalian craft responded to the strange hails with hails translated into the language of the Storm Dragons, translated by fax from the one who had met the storm dragons.

This, they understood. A reply was sent immediately, directing them to a place they could land.

"Please follow the yellow landing lights."

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The pilot followed the instructions and landed at the location indicated.

He (OOC: or she, or it, whichever is appropriate/OOC) would be met by one diplomat, a full-blooded elf, and five armed guards wearing headbands, making their race unclear to anyone not familiar with their culture. These were half-breeds, the ideal members of the Scout Corps, but the only feature identifying them as such were their ears...which were covered by the headbands.

They waited to see what sort of being would emerge from the aircraft...

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He (OOC: or she, or it, whichever is appropriate/OOC) would be met by one diplomat, a full-blooded elf, and five armed guards wearing headbands, making their race unclear to anyone not familiar with their culture. These were half-breeds, the ideal members of the Scout Corps, but the only feature identifying them as such were their ears...which were covered by the headbands.

They waited to see what sort of being would emerge from the aircraft...

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A Leader and his copilot swung out of the $@pit.

OOC: the Raetal are made up of a combination of several races bound together in a semi-hive like society.

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A Leader and his copilot swung out of the $@pit.

OOC: the Raetal are made up of a combination of several races bound together in a semi-hive like society.

OOC: yeah, I read your intro. I'm a multi-racial Caste society...so it's kind of similar.

IC: Well...this was an interesting, unique species. The diplomat moved forward under the watchful eye of his guards, and, bowing over his linked hands, introduced himself in the Storm Dragon tongue, though obviously the name had to be spoken in Mando'a.

""Greetings. I am Dral." The harsh-sounding, gutteral language was a little hard on his vocal chords if he spoke for too long in it, but he could manage for a little while.

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OOC: yeah, I read your intro. I'm a multi-racial Caste society...so it's kind of similar.

IC: Well...this was an interesting, unique species. The diplomat moved forward under the watchful eye of his guards, and, bowing over his linked hands, introduced himself in the Storm Dragon tongue, though obviously the name had to be spoken in Mando'a.

""Greetings. I am Dral." The harsh-sounding, gutteral language was a little hard on his vocal chords if he spoke for too long in it, but he could manage for a little while.

The tall leader towered over the mandolorian diplomat. A smile split his harsh face as he bowed. " I am Falandas Orlindon, of the Triumvirate of Raetal." Said the diplomat.

Roger that. Please proceed to 67.5E 64.0N, Vorkuta Air-Base. Land on the lighted runway.

The pilot complied with the instructions and landed at the indicated location, then awaited further orders.

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The tall leader towered over the mandolorian diplomat. A smile split his harsh face as he bowed. " I am Falandas Orlindon, of the Triumvirate of Raetal." Said the diplomat.

"I am pleased to meet you, Falandas Orlindon. Welcome to Mandalore. What is your purpose here?"

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As the Veran Empire did not have a viable air-force at the moment, there was no escort into the landing pad. However, as soon as the plane touched down it was attended to by a flight crew. A CO, Polkovik General by appearance, drives up in a jeep with two Veran Soldiers in it, followed by another with four. He steps down from the jeep and walks up to the plane, waiting for the pilot to exit.

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If any planes managed to reach Alberta, they would see a primitive tribal society with gunpowder weapons established in the area. There weren't any runways or places for landing jet fighters; they would have to land a seaplane in a lake or somehow get a helicopter over.

Any attempt to contact the civilization by radio would be received by the Garura's only radio, located in the Great Chief's residence. While their culture was quite barbaric and they were largely uncivilized, they spoke English and had mostly English names.

OOC: Feel free to make contact, there's a factbook lying around somewhere if you want to know more.

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"I am here to establish diplomatic relations with other race."

"A commendable mission..." he suddenly coughed, as the language was getting to him sooner than he'd expected. "I am sorry...is there another language I can talk in that you can understand? Our mouths were not made for this language."

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