It had been an ....interesting, six months since the occupants of the Axis asteroid base found themselves in North Africa of all places, with their mobile suits, vehicles, a years stockpile of helium 3, and precious little else. Fortunately, they had Haman Karn, who had quickly reasserted her authority in the general confusion and put them to work, fixing infrastructure, claiming territory, beginning the exploitation of natural resources, and upgrading the dated Earth technology to a level at which they could produce mobile suits, space ships, and modern consumer goods. Certainly not an easy task, but they had gotten a start at it.

At the same time, they had been intrigued to learn that theirs was not the only country this had happened to. The world appeared to be a patchwork quilt of transplanted peoples, and it would be inevitable that they would align against each other. With the 'Atlantic Federation' to the north, Zeon had sought alliance with the 'Soviet Union', joining their Directorate, though the level of commitment to that alliance was uncertain at this point. It wasn't as if the Soviets could force them to fight if they didn't want to.

Now they were here. Copenhagen, Denmark, a city from Earth, yet older than they were used to, not the bastion of technology like it had been back on their world. yet the Zeon delegation didn't comment on that as a limousine took them from the Komusai shuttle they had flown here to Christiansborg Palace. Mineva was too busy looking out the window, admiring all the foreign things, the many sights and sounds that accompanied the multinational deployment here. Meanwhile, Haman looked as well, but her mind was busier with planning ahead. And Mashymre was merely enjoying being in his idols presence. He was easily satisfied as such.

"Now remember," Haman said as the car pulled around to the entrance. "We must make a good impression today. These people have had no experience with Zeon and what it can do, or the oppression we suffered under the Earth Federation. We will show them that we are strong, but dedicated solely to using that force to maintaining peace. I trust that won't be too difficult for you Mashymre," she asked casually.

Mashymre nodded emphatically, a pink rose pinned to the lapel of his uniform as blue hair waved from the movement. "Yes Lady Haman," he said eagerly. "I will do my best to show these people the truth of your, and Princess Mineva's rule."

Haman then looked over to Mineva, who was pressed to the window as an Autobot walked by. "Mineva, please try to stay with me when we're there. With so many strange people here I don't want anything to happen to you."

Aware of being spoken to, Mineva looked back, complete trust in her gaze. "Alright Haman," she said happily.

At last the car arrived, and Mashymre exited the vehicle, holding the door open for Haman and Princess Mineva, both of whom exited, with Mineva giving him a 'Thank you' in the process. Then the three of them advanced towards the entrance and the gathering of world leaders, the eight year old Mineva to Haman's left, and Mashymre to her right. as they advanced, looking resplendent in regal military attire one would see at the court of the Principality of Zeon.

A few steps away, Haman came to stop. "Gentlemen, ladies,' she said with a nod of her head. "I would like to introduce Princess Mineva Lao Zabi, heir to the Zabi Royal Family, and leader of the Principality of Zeon." She gestured to the short brunette beside her, who did her best respectful bow. "I am her sitting Regent, Haman Karn, and this is Mashymre Cello, one of my most trusted officers," she added, gesturing to herself, and then to the blue haired man beside her, who bowed as well, though with a bit more of a sophisticated charm than Mineva had.

"A pleasure," he said, prepared to do his utmost to give these people a good impression of his beloved lady, and her noble ideals.

"We are grateful that you would allow us to be here," Haman concluded, looking down the rows of leaders to get first impressions, determine the weak, the strong, who would be the biggest challenges, and the easiest to handle. This would be interesting.