Upon reaching to the capital of the Veilletes Republic and headed to the Ministry of Foreign Relations & Intervention Office, the secretary of that particular ministry has given a greeting and telling him on why he was at the Ministry of Foreign Relations & Intervention Office.
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"Good afternoon. Very well ambassadors, come and sit down to discuss about it." said by the relation officer while everyone were at their seats. "What did you plan to propose the opening of our trades? Do you have something that we usually don't have? Eh?" question by the relation officer about their trade relations.
"Simply put, we'd like to development and make weapons for your nation. Yathon specialises at doing so, and we already have large stockpiles we are willing to sell to your nation. If you are interested that is, of course."
"Very well you will be let off this time. But what do you want to trade?" replies the rude man.
"Weapons, weapons and more weapons. Yathon specialises in the construction and development of weapons, and we are willing to trade them with your nation, if you are interested of course."
The newly established nation of Khalor is in distress. They have just broken away from their country, and they are struggling to set up a government of their own. They make it known to all other nations that they are in distress and looking for allies. They are in need of supplies and/or protection from other nations. They promise good trade in return, as their country is very plentiful in resources.
A short while afterwards, in Yathon
"So you're saying there's a nation to the south that's requesting assistance?" Arrae said, sighing.
"Confirmed. We have received radio distress communications." The person Arrae is talking to responds. They too wear a featureless, white mask. "What should we do?"
"...send some supply ships. If we can get there before the others we'll be more popular in the eyes of said nation."
"Understood. Sending a convoy right away."
"And let them know we are coming."
Khalor soon receives a response from a nation identifying themselves as the Yathon Corp
"Greetings. We have received your distress call and are sending supply ships carrying food, building materials and weapons. They should arrive shortly."
"Damn! We can't get in there!" The leader shouts in rage to the other soldiers that were with him.
"How about we wait until this thing opens up?" a soldier suggests.
"That may be what we have to do..." The leader rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance.
"I do not want to wait, I want to fight!" another soldier shouted.
"I want to fight too, but...perhaps the reward is best saved until later." the leader suggests.
The soldier nodded in reply. They waited for any possible doors to open. Soldiers talked amongst themselves to pass the time, and others practiced fighting moves and stances as they waited.
After unloading several crates, the ship uses the same crane to unload a single person wearing a black suit and a featureless, white mask covering most of their face while leaving the mouth uncovered.
"Good Afternoon." The person simply states. "Who's in charge here?"
The 2nd commander nods. "Sounds like a good plan. We would like to establish non-hostile relations too. These weapons will help us, greatly against the northern barbarians of the Yahupi. We would also be willing to set up an embassy in your area, and we would would expect an embassy here aswell." she says in reply.
She orders some of her officers and soldiers to go distribute these weapons across as far as possible, they will give the Federation an edge against the Yahupi.
"Negative on setting up an embassy in Yathon. Our land is too few in numbers to permit the construction of an embassy, any available land is currently in use. We do however wish to set up a structure to serve as either an embassy or at the least a trading post of sorts."
