Turbulent times were upon the “new world”, as most inhabitants of this world called it. The World was split into three: Those who would impose a united tyranny upon this new world, those who would battle that tyranny at all costs and those who simply wished to make their way in this world without any bloodshed and banded together to avoid being swept in the tide of violence. Each and every day, the threat of the cold war between the Directorate of Global Hegemony and the United Defense Forces turning into a full blown, global war lingered, if it didn’t increase through an act of subterfuge or espionage by one side or the other. Two thirds of the world prepared to rip each other apart, and the remaining third barricaded themselves in the safety of their “national borders” and “policies of non-alignment”, much like a child barricades themselves under a blanket while a storm raged on in the night.
Yet even in these dark and troubling times, dialogue was needed. Everyone knew this, and despite the dangers of the world, dialogue was occurring.
Copenhagen. A city that used to be a part of a nation called “Denmark”, as the people who came before called it.
A special administrative city under the joint control of the Copenhagen Coalition. Capital of the neutral powers and the home of embassies of the UDF and the Directorate alike. Normally, the dignitaries and heads of state who come to this city are members of the Copenhagen Coalition, but today there were many, many more.
A global summit had been called for, and leaders of all nations, whether they be Copenhagen, UDF or Directorate, free or tyrannical, malevolent or benevolent, had been invited. An emergency meeting had been called for these heads of state concerning the discovery of a new nation, located within the Indian Subcontinent.
Tensions were, of course, threatening to run high, and as such the Copenhagen Coalition, the hosts of the meeting, had placed security all throughout the city to ensure that no one would try anything at the meeting. Knights from the Hero’s realm held their swords alongside Imperial Rising Sun Soldiers wielding kinetic burst rifles. Mannequins from the Warriors of Light made patrols along the streets and the skies were secured by flights of VX striker helicopters and One Demonbane from the Order of the Raven, sent by the ancient order to fulfil their commitment as a neutral member of the Copenhagen Coalition. The UDF and Directorate members were of course, allowed to bring their own personal guards, but each were limited to a force of five bodyguards total, and only two armed men from each visiting nation be allowed to enter the summit itself.
The summit, to be held in Christiansborg Palace, was about to begin.
Crown Prince Tatsu of the Empire of the Rising Sun, here in place of his father due to the Emperor’s ailing health which discouraged him from making the trip from Tokyo, waited to welcome the visiting dignitaries alongside Supreme Shogun Miyako and the other leaders of the neutral nations at the entrance to the Palace. Around the two imperial officials were various Japanese attendants, but in truth they were imperial shinobis ready to protect the shogun and the prince in case a threat or incident was to occur.
