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Part 6: Extrauniversal Diplomacy

The last dragons, caught up in the chaos, followed their brethren rather blindly. They were then cut down by the F-51 aircraft's guns as they flew, and the last dragon's falling body was buzzed by another F-51, whose controller spoke into their mic in a joking tone. "So you see, the dragons got fuckin' folded." This message was then followed by laughter coming from the mics of the rest of the escort flight continuing as they formed back up around the diplomatic escort aircraft.

Forester then joined the conversation, interrupting with a "Any chance we can eat those dragons for dinner tonight?" The other pilots and controllers were laughing their asses off for a good little while, before they began to arrive in Baljaujdusian airspace. Some locals looked up to see the incoming aircraft fly over, after which the aircraft carrying Forester broke off from the formation and landed safely in a predesignated area.

A red path was laid out, and the door in Forester's aircraft opened. Forester himself would then notice the path, commenting "That could be a good sign." He walked along the path, waving to some Morostian citizens who were elated to see an individual from the New World Union. A Morostian soldier then presented him with a car that he was to ride in.

Forester entered the car along with his armed escort, and their chauffeur drove them to the Morostian Foreign Affairs building. It was a lavishly decorated building, with plenty of ornate gold patterns lining the white walls. There were also paintings, such as a piece titled "The Behemoth of Rosti", depicting what looked like a futuristic sci-fi Type 99 MBT on a medieval battlefield painted in watercolor.

Forester entered the building, after doing such he turned to the female clerk. He then placed his diplomatic credentials, which the woman took and read aloud. "Robert Forester-- New World Union? I see, alright." She looked at him, handing his credentials back. She then pointed at the elevators. "Our diplomat will be on the twelfth floor, sir." She nodded politely at the diplomat.

"We would also like to request that your armed escort be left at the twelfth floor's door." She spoke to Forester. He nodded, and boarded a magic-enhanced elevator to the 12th floor. A set of large wooden doors were covered the entrance, and Forester deduced that this is probably where he should leave his escort.

He pinged his accompanying infantrybots to stand guard at the door, which they did. He walked in to see a decently large room with equally large windows at the right, providing an elevated view of the city. There were a few steps leading down from the door to a carpeted red floor, with a good sized table in the middle of the room. There were 2 chairs, with none occupied.

Forester headed over to the closest chair, and sat down. He summoned a bottle of water from his pocket dimension and placed it down on the table, sipping immediately after he placed it. The doors opened behind him not a minute later, and a well-dressed blonde half elf-looking woman, presumably the Morostian diplomat, headed over to take a seat.

She greeted him and began to speak with an accented voice. "Greetings, mister--" She paused. "Forester, ma'am." The New World Union's diplomat replied. "Greetings to you too mrs--" "Vallerie." She smiled, then continuing to speak. "Alright, let's cut to the chase. I'd like to know what business your fine nation has with us, Mr. Forester?"

He was slightly caught off guard by her no-bullshit attitude, recomposing himself internally, and then starting to speak. "We would simply like to establish contact with you and your people, so that we can form friendly relations. Personally, I would like to ask if we can build an embassy here in Baljaujdus, and you in our capital, Astera."

She nodded. "From the way things have gone so far--" she took a quick glance outside, seeing some Morostian citizens as well as news agencies setting up near the entrance, all eagerly anticipating the results of the negotiation. Vallerie then turned back to Forester. "--things seem to have been going great! However, if possible, I would like to honor Morostia's tradition of visiting non-hostile countries upon negotiation and both symbolically and physically plant down our flag in an area where you would be alright with us constructing our embassy."