04-29-2020, 09:32 PM
Legionite Embassy, Tlālacuetztla
1000 Hours
Ambassador Thomas Emerdale looked at his watch and grimaced, the clearing of the embassy was behind schedule. They were expected to have left by 1200 Hours yet not even half of the rooms had been cleared. He stood up and paced the room, periodically staring below at the interns scrambling to carry the heavy items. Thomas looked at the letter, stamped with the royal seal. He vaguely knew the contents of the letter addressed to General Xōchhuitl and the Provisional Government.
"The future of the Provisional Government is bleak, Samantha." Ambassador Emerdale sighed.
"What makes you think that, sir?" His personal assistant, Samantha Blackett, asked while neatly arranging a box with the ambassador's files
"There is no reason for the Xiomeran population to support this illegitimate regime for long and besides, the provisional Government has no official Great ally to call upon. If we cannot destroy them by force, the entire world will suffocate them and their allies diplomatically and economically."
"Perhaps sir, but they may have a great ally that we don't know about. Maybe the Shuellians are selling them arms or something, they would find a reason to profit from the situation."
Ambassador Emerdale took his seat, "I wouldn't rule that out, but I find it highly unlikely. Wait a second, Samantha. I have a feeling that this office is being tapped. That damn General, he'd seem like the sort to pull such a stunt." He eyed the letter in his hands, its contents sealed off from him. "Samantha, what do you think is in this letter?"
"I'm not sure sir, but I'd definitely expect it to contain some scathing remarks directed at the illegitimacy of the junta."
"I think so too. Hey, have you seen my phone?"
The Embassy grounds below them was in a frenzy with employees ferrying heaps and heaps of mostly classified information into hired trucks. Outside the grounds, a small Xiomeran force waited patiently, bound by International law forbidding them to enter the embassy, still considered Legionite Sovereign Territory. Two Legionite Security Guards emerged from the entrance carrying a water cooler, the heat slowing them down considerably.
Nearby, one of the secretaries arranged a stack of boxes into a truck, while berating the truck driver for forcing her to do it alone. Ambassador Emerdale emerged from his office to survey the scene. Time was of the essence and everyone knew so. The ambassador clutched at his balding head, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.
"Come on guys, we have only two hours left. Lets try and work faster, we don't want to keep our friends outside waiting." The Ambassador grinned and returned inside to take shelter from the heat.
1000 Hours
Ambassador Thomas Emerdale looked at his watch and grimaced, the clearing of the embassy was behind schedule. They were expected to have left by 1200 Hours yet not even half of the rooms had been cleared. He stood up and paced the room, periodically staring below at the interns scrambling to carry the heavy items. Thomas looked at the letter, stamped with the royal seal. He vaguely knew the contents of the letter addressed to General Xōchhuitl and the Provisional Government.
"The future of the Provisional Government is bleak, Samantha." Ambassador Emerdale sighed.
"What makes you think that, sir?" His personal assistant, Samantha Blackett, asked while neatly arranging a box with the ambassador's files
"There is no reason for the Xiomeran population to support this illegitimate regime for long and besides, the provisional Government has no official Great ally to call upon. If we cannot destroy them by force, the entire world will suffocate them and their allies diplomatically and economically."
"Perhaps sir, but they may have a great ally that we don't know about. Maybe the Shuellians are selling them arms or something, they would find a reason to profit from the situation."
Ambassador Emerdale took his seat, "I wouldn't rule that out, but I find it highly unlikely. Wait a second, Samantha. I have a feeling that this office is being tapped. That damn General, he'd seem like the sort to pull such a stunt." He eyed the letter in his hands, its contents sealed off from him. "Samantha, what do you think is in this letter?"
"I'm not sure sir, but I'd definitely expect it to contain some scathing remarks directed at the illegitimacy of the junta."
"I think so too. Hey, have you seen my phone?"
The Embassy grounds below them was in a frenzy with employees ferrying heaps and heaps of mostly classified information into hired trucks. Outside the grounds, a small Xiomeran force waited patiently, bound by International law forbidding them to enter the embassy, still considered Legionite Sovereign Territory. Two Legionite Security Guards emerged from the entrance carrying a water cooler, the heat slowing them down considerably.
Nearby, one of the secretaries arranged a stack of boxes into a truck, while berating the truck driver for forcing her to do it alone. Ambassador Emerdale emerged from his office to survey the scene. Time was of the essence and everyone knew so. The ambassador clutched at his balding head, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.
"Come on guys, we have only two hours left. Lets try and work faster, we don't want to keep our friends outside waiting." The Ambassador grinned and returned inside to take shelter from the heat.
<t>In Varietate Concordia</t>