[b]~Arkillian Federation, Demera~[/b]

Cool air filled the old city streets as people went about their daily business in the capital of the Arkillian Federation. Airships buzzed over head and a flight of aircraft zipped by. Flags still hung from balconies as left overs from the celebration a few days ago. It was the Federation's 70th anniversary from its formation and at the time the capital busseled with celebration and parties as did the rest of the nation. Though now things have quieted down in the aged city and things were returning to normal. In the center of the city lays the old citadel, now serving as the main government building complex. 

Sovetor Kai Avonsta sat in her office tapping her fingers on the old wooden desk in front of her. She was waiting for the Arkillian Guard General to arrive to give a very important report. Finally there was a knock on the door. 

"Come in, General..." she said with an annoyed tone of voice. The door opened revealing a large man wearing a decorated blue and grey dress uniform, holding a hat under one arm. He had a large scar going from just above his left temple to the bottom right of his face with a dead left eye. He gave a quick salute.

"Sorry I am late ma'am, something sudden came up and I think you will want to here about it." he said to her. She motioned him to take a seat and as he did leaned onto the desk and resked her head in her hands. The general handed her a folder and she began to read it. As Kai read, a surprised expression came over her face. 

"The dwarves are on their way to the capital? That's odd.... Well this may be our chance to secure them as trading partners and potentially solid allies. Have their convoy escorted to capital at once, but please don't make a huge fuss of it. Anyway, despite this, what else do you have to report? What of the problem to the south?" She said, handing him back the folder. 

"Well ma'am, Raptors report usual troop movement inside enemy territory at our border with Qalimeqi. Nothing out of the ordinary with a large radius. Though we have been having some problems with the indigenous population. Many of them are continue to worship and be deported, particularly the native human population. And to the east, the orks are starting to move further and further west ma'am. I think they are the bigger problem." He said in a firm voice. Kai said and stood up in her chair to look out the window that overlooked the courtyard. 

"General, you know as well as I do that with the Qalimeqi still posing a threat in the south, we simply do not have the resources to take on something like the Green Scourge. It would be long, hard, dirty fighting and unlike the Qalimeqi, we couldn't just take a little bit and then demand peace with a battleship barrel pointing down their throats. They are a serious problem yes, but we still have plenty of time before they become an immediate problem. What of the other powers to the east? Like the U.R.S.R. or those oppressive mongrols from Denzgraad? What of them?" She said, turning to face the general. 

"There hasn't been much activity from them that concerns us. Though I did get a report from Expiditionary Task Force 223, they said they have crossed the ocean and are nearing the nation of ..... "Kitsune" to establish formal contact with them as you requested." He said, reading from his papers. Kai nodded. "That's all."

"Good, then you are dismissed." 

[b]~Arkillian Border, Checkpoint NW-4~[/b]

Sergeant Amillia Bruner lazily sat in the gate house of the outpost. It was situated on one of the few dirt roads that actually connected Novgrod with the Federation, but due to the neighbors tendency towards isolationism, they never really saw any activity. As Sergeant Bruner read her book a private ran up to her post and gave a quick salute. 

"Sergeant Bruner! A message just came in from one of the patrol units! A diplomatic convoy is heading for the checkpoint!" he said quickly. Sergeant Bruner looked at him in surprised. 

"Well then private! Get to your post! We got visitors!"

Thirty minutes later, the squealing sound of tracts and the rumble of engines could be heard. A convoy of armored vehicles stopped at the gate of the check point and Sergeant Bruner approached the lead vehicle's driver seat. "Papers, please." The dwarf driver silently gave her the paperwork. She walked back to the gate house, examined them, then return to the driver. "Well then, you guys are a long way from home, welcome to the Arkillian Federation Novgrod Diplomats! Just proceed through the checkpoint and take a right and you'll be on your way. An escort party will soon be with you to guide you to the capital." She said directing the driver where to go. The convoy moved on through the check point and eventually onto the main road where two steam wagons full of Guard Infantry linked up with the convoy, one taking lead and the other following behind, driving towards the capital.

[b]~Near the Coast of the Kitsune Nation~[/b]

A fairly sized task force of Arkillian Airships flew threw the sky towards the mysterious nation of Kitsune. It consisted of two luxury version of the Arkillian trade ship, four destroyers, and three light cruisers. The light cruisers had roughly twelve interceptors between them. On board, the diplomat reviewed her proposals and introductions. It was hard for her to learn much about Kitsune as this not only the first time the Arkillian Federation has attempted a direct contact with them, but for the most part, not many nations had come this far to visit them. Everyone knew of their existence, but that was essentially all they knew. Diplomat Wyner Lavita looked out the window towards the coast as it slowly appeared on the horizon. They would be in the country by the end of the day and very soon near their capital. She only hopped that the escorts would not be too intimidating.