Standing proud, the building has been rebuilt a few times but it always stands happy. Officers and members of the political elite spend their off time here, relaxing in a way that simply doesn't exist in the Enlisted Club. Here is where the Ambassador's Corps is housed, and for good reason. There's a classy kind of feel to it, the kind that enjoys luxury but not overly so. Upon entering, most young ensigns are left in awe at how wonderfully simple the place is, with just the right hint of luxury to keep it refined.
A small boat caring the Lone wight star as it made its way to Florida, the ship was obviously an Alamo State and was confirmed as it made its way to the nearest port. Out coming form the vessel was a Texas Ranger warring the traditional clothing of their type, basically elite soldiers in cowboy outfits. But the ranger was a rough rider as compared to who he was escorting to the Tyndall's Officer's Club. "Hello, names Jacob Donat of the Alamo State in Texas. We wish to meat our neighbors across the gulf and see if we can't open up relations between are two republics."
A series of vehicles baring the flag of the Crystal Empire arrive at the entrance to the embassy and officer's club. From the vehicles emerge Crystal Guards, sharply dressed and armed, and they rapidly secure the area visually before opening the door for their charge. Head Ambassador Ross Goldenstein emerged and walked through the entrance doors, a pair of Guards with him as he smiled warmly at the receptionist. "I am Head Ambassador Ross Goldenstein, representative of the Crystal Empire, guardians of the Straight of Gibraltar. I seek an audience with my counterpart here."
A black SUV with the Imperial Aquila on the side drives down the road towards the Officer's Club, driving non-chalantly and blending in with the rest of the street traffic. The SUV pulls up in front of the Club, and two Imperial Inquisiton Stormtroopers jump out of the trunk and stand next to the passenger side doors as Ambassador Eisenhorn and Inquisitor Rawne get out of the car and proceed up to the Club with a Stormtrooper on each side of the pair. "They dance with Angels, we've danced with Demons and Robots." Rawne jokes as the two head into the Club. The two make their way to the secretary "Hello, I'm Ambassador Eisenhorn of the Imperium of Man, we'd like to speak to your Ambassador please." Eisenhorn says with a smile as Inquisitor Rawne stands next to the desk.
The Ambassador's Corps were more than ecstatic to see the visitors literally line up to talk to one another. Clinton was particularly surprised, and somewhat startled. They were expecting people to come one at a time. He called two others from the corps to him, and they would work out talking to everyone. The young woman to his left quickly volunteered to take the representative from the Alamo, and the young man to his right quickly took on the representative from the Imperium. Clinton smiled, as they were taking an almost methodical approach to this. Efficiency was something he liked. He nodded and motioned for the Crystal Empire's representative, -Alamo State One of Marcell's secretaries would meet the representative from the Alamo state, hand them a small slip of paper that listed the kinds of refreshments available for them to peruse (which spanned a majority of light alcohol, water, and some other drinks like tea and juice), and would smile as she introduced herself and lead the representative to one of the more quiet booths in the club. "Hello, and welcome to the home of the Dancing Angels, how can we help you today?" -Crystal Empire Clinton Marcell himself would see to the Crystal Empire representative, shaking hands and being as confident and forward as he could without offending. "Welcome to the Officer's Club, friends, and welcome to Tyndall Air Force Base, Home of the Dancing Angels," He would smile, and carry on with small-talk while he lead them into a private booth. He had provided a list of drinks to the three men and guided them politely to a booth. He allowed the men to sit however they saw fit before sitting down by himself. He was warm, confident, and sincere. "How can we help you today?" -Imperium of Man The young man smiled and greeted them eagerly, taking lessons from Clinton in how to remain calm and confident in the discussion. "Welcome to Officer's Club of Tyndall Air Force Base, Home of the Dancing Angels." He lead them to a booth between the other two groups, out of earshot and private enough to be a very cushy office. He listed off the drinks that were available if they were thirsty, and sat down with them. "How can we be of help to you today?"
Ross nodded, "Water will be fine for me and my men," he politely responded, "Guild law doesn't allow for the consumption of alcohol when on business, and good water is always refreshing." Ross carried on with the small talk while they walked to the private booth. Ross sat down comfortably while the two Crystal Guards kept a respectful distance away from the conversation, serving more as honor guards at this point. "The Crystal Empire has sent me here to open up trade relations with Tyndall in order to better both our peoples, though this is just the first of many agreements we would seek to make."
Rawne nods politely at the assistant while Eisenhorn greets the man. When they reach the booth, Gregory orders water for the two of them, than gets down to work. "I have been sent here to open up negotiations between our two countries. All we are looking for currently is an FTA and an NAT. What happens after that is up to you." He says, laying down his metaphorical card and making the first move.
-Crystal Empire "We are more than happy to open up trade relations," Clinton said politely, "However you'll have to explain by what you mean on more." The water would come in, a glass for everyone including himself. "We're not wanting to be irrational, just cautious." -Imperium of Man "We'll gladly accept these terms," the young man smiled, "And if you wish more, you need only to ask. If there's anything you need in particular, I'll see what we can do."
Rawne looks at Eisenhorn, and decides to join in. "As a matter of fact, there is something of a more... Militaristic value that I'd like to discuss." He says, as Eisenhorn looks at the man in disbelief. He's never talked at a diplomatic meeting before... Eisenhorn thinks to himself as Rawne continues "As you may know, the Imperium has a suitably large air force, a good portion of this being fighter jets. However, an overwhelming majority of our pilots are inexperienced novices, who barely know how to fly their planes half decently, much less Dogfight successfully." He pauses for a second, than continues. "We just don't have the experience necessary to have a successful Fighter Corps, and that's where your country comes in. We'd like to have a few of your pilots come up to O'Hare and help teach our men to be good pilots. All you have to do is name a price."
Ross smiled and accepted the water, "Besides trade agreements, the Crystal Empire would like to look into the possibility of helping open up trade and economic relations even further by establishing a Guild of Gold guildhouse in whatever city will be the focal point of trade between our nations. The Guild is a key component of the Empire's economy, helping nearly every merchant that is a member of it more easily meet suppliers, buyers, and other traders to discuss business and establish contracts."
Jake looked at the menu as he passed it to his escort, as he left the Diplomats to talk. "Well the Alamo State of Texas would like to open relations with our neighbors. Since your across the Gulf, the state sees it fit that we work in mutual corporation with one another. Trade is a given but there are a few more things I would like to discuss in privet. We have a few questions of the condition of the Southeast."
