The air over the Vulshain capital, the AEDST VTOL jet.
((OOC: Which is where, exactly? Your map doesn’t state which city is the national capital. :lol: ))
Jerri and Andrew were sitting in the spacious cabin, nervously awaiting touchdown.
“I can’t believe we’re going to this meeting. I just wish East Spiralia had started a space flight program earlier,” remarked Jerri.
“Well,” replied Andrew, “they’re apparently going to start in the very near future. The shuttle is apparently almost done in design, and you know manufacturing won’t take long. Probably only a few months away from our own missions and research stations. Which is another reason they’re sending us, to get some idea as to what they can expect.”
“That makes sense. The isolationists didn’t really pursue space exploration at all, but the AEDST has been working with what they have for a long time and with the new government they’re getting a lot more funding. Still, we’ll be the first Spiralians into space!” said Jerri excitedly.
“That’s true. We’ll be the Neil Armstrongs of our country,” said Andrew as he laid back and waited for the jet to touch down.
The jet landed at the main airport of the capital and Jerri and Andrew were taken to CSAEA Headquarters by a taxi who was patient enough to listen to their translators from their cell phone programs. The programs automatically translated anything they said into the language predominant in the area. It was a very intelligent program, but then, most East Spiralian programs were advanced. They walked up to the receptionist’s desk and introduced themselves as the representatives and astronauts from the AEDST of East Spiralia.
Westlake had eyed Ms Cross up and down before condescending to nod in acceptance of the apology. Without haste, he had allowed the four accompanying her to assist with the bags. Following her, they climbed into the small van and he watched out the window as they drove the circuitous route to the CSAEA in the Courrind District.
OOC: Ender, my nation’s capital is Kitsuniva, located almost in the center of the Velra Province.
IC:
Major Ferssia Katacsio spotted the delegates from both Kangarawa and East Spiralia. She smiled as she greeted them in English, thanks to her translation device earpiece. “Greetings and welcome to Vulshain, Kitsuniva, and the Confederate Space Aeronautics and Exploration Agency Heaquarters. I am Major Ferssia Katacsio of the Confederate Space Forces.” She pointed out the difference between the CSF and the CSAEA members: their clothes. The CSF wore red and black uniforms, while the CSAEA members, although wearing civilian clothing, wore armbands with the space agency’s initials on them, written in Lobonese. The sandy brown haired and gold and white furred vulpine military officer took the delegates to the conference room where General Director Rukh Langaseri, head of the CSAEA awaited. Sitting in one of the chairs at the large oval-shaped table was a little vulpine kit, three-years old being well-behaved and simply coloring and drawing. She had red fur and black hair, with streaks of blue fur covering her muzzle and hands. The Lobo general director had dark brown fur with patches of black fur in the shape of triangles on his cheeks and forehead. His hair was a dark red color. He smiled and greeted the delegates. “Ah, I see you have arrived. Let me introduce my niece, Lanasha Langaseri.” The little kit looked up from her coloring and drawing book, smiled and said hello, before going back to her coloring and drawing. “She’s very shy, and um…due to unforeseen and unfortunate circumstances she will be here for a bit.”
The little kit stopped drawing and said, “Marshals came and told me that Momma got hurt by a bad human man and they took me to live with Uncle Rukhkey.”
Rukh sighed and said something to his niece in Lobonese. The little kit nodded and sniffed. Rukh smiled and kissed his niece on the cheek. “Now, if Major Katacsio would begin, since she was the one who brought this to my attention as it is her idea.”
“Thank you General Director Langaseri,” she said. “Does anyone have any questions before we begin?”
“Is the space station built or being planned?” asked Jerri, eagerly.
“Quiet! He’ll get to all that,” reproached Andrew. “These are some of the smartest people the nations represented have. The obvious will be obvious in just a moment’s time.”
Rukh replied, “The space station is still in the planning stage, Ms. Gillespie. However, once it is finished, anyone here who would like to help run the station is welcomed to do so. Does anyone else have any questions?”
Westlake quelled his companions with a glance before responding, “Not at this time, thank you.” He’d have to watch the geneticist. She appeared to be mooning over the damned kit.
OOC: Not sure what you mean by ‘mooning over’, can you explain please?
IC:
Rukh nodded. “Very well then. If there are no further questions, then Major Katacsio, you may start.”
“Thank you, General Director.” She pressed a button, causing a computer-generated image to appear on the smartboard. “This is simply a general idea to what the space station will appear. Now, the space station will be equipped with two types of docking stations: one for shuttles, which, I will apologize for my expressing my personal opinion, but I don’t like them as they are extremely dangerous, unlike the Soyuz spacecraft, which in case of an accident, the crew can move away from the damaged parts of the vessel to safety. Now, those who wish to serve aboard the station…” she pressed another button, bringing an image of a Sokol-KV2 spacesuit. “…you will wear Sokol-KV2 spacesuit, which is the type of suit we used in Vulshain.” She pressed another button bringing up the expected specs of the station. “This is what I have come up with on the station. Does anyone have any questions before we continue?”
OOC: For the specs, just use the real life international spacestation.
Lt. Colonel Hermann, of Drakkengard space force, was in a luxurious 1st class seat, angrily awaiting touchdown.
He thought: “I can’t believe i´m in a commercial flight. I know we´re still fighting off the effects of the magical eruption, but couldn´t they procure at least a jet transport from a military museum…”.
“Well,” he whispered to himself, after receiving a glass of wine from an attractive stewardess, “the confort in here is undeniable though. But i still feel naked in an unarmored craft…”
The jet landed at Kitsuniva´s main airport and then Hermann went to the CSAEA Headquarters by a rented car, unamed, but bulletproof at least.
Upon arrival, he introduced himself as the Drakkengard representative, nursing a case filled with projects to give some teeth to that unprotected space station.
An aide led Lt. Colonel Hermann to the meeting. Lt. Colonel Hermann was then greeted by the others there. “Lt. Colonel Hermann, I apologize for the lateness but some…um…unforeseen problems came up.” The little vixen kit looked up at Lt. Colonel Hermann smiled and then went back to her drawing and coloring book.