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The spaceport had been prepared ahead of time, readyfor the Libertonian Delegations arrival. A few aides from the Liberty Embassy had attended ready to wait on the President and the two Admirals, and hand over any essential information on arrival. Outside, the waiting paparazzi ever vigilant, hoping to capture a good shot of the arriving dignitaries. A space has been cleared by local police allowing them to walk straight to the waiting cars.

Following the aftermath of the attack on New London, reconstruction work had begun, but in the meantime a decision had been made to relocate the Royal Family to Carina’s Cambridge estate. It was a small palace, in comparison to Buckingham at least, based out in the Cambridge countryside. The rolling hills provided a beautiful backdrop to what was effectively the royals holiday home. To say it was small itself though was a huge understatement. The estate covered around 10 acres, and the palace itself easily housed Her Majesty, her household staff, and provided an on site barracks for the Grenadier and Coldstream Guards in their duties defending Her. A wing had been set aside for the President and his two Admirals in preparation, with no expense spared for Her Majesty's most honoured guests.

The cars drove for roughly an hour to get to the palace, before being admitted through the gates by a soldier dressed smartly in his red coat and bearskin. Upon reaching the front of the palace, they would notice squads of the same guards marching about and patrolling the estate. At the doors stood a middle aged woman flanked by two soldiers. They stood at attention either side of the wooden door, ready to open, or eve bar entry, to any who approached. A man in full coat and tails would step up to each car and open the doors. They would be guided first to the woman

Good Morning President Powell, allow me to welcome you to Planet Cambridge. I hope the journey here was comfortable. I am Hayley Winchester, Her Majesty's Private Secretary. We are preparing to lunch at one this afternoon. Is there any requests you would make of the chef? I would be more than happy to deliver it myself. One last item is in terms of security. Whilst here you will be afforded the full protection of Her Majesty, Queen Carina. However, we are aware that you will have your own security detail, as is right. Captain Vickers of the Grenadier guard will be happy to meet with whoever is heading your security detail to discuss the finer points, and ensure your needs are met. Please do enjoy your stay

She extended her hand to shake his, before turning to the approaching Admirals

Fleet Admiral Hirlerman, Fleet Admiral Cleveland. A pleasure to meet you both. My name is Hayley Winchester, Her Majesty's Private Secretary. Thank you for both attending, and thank you both for everything you have done for us. I fear we may not be standing here today without your help.

Now, I believe this is your first time in meeting Her Majesty. Your aides may have briefed you, but it is my duty to provide some guidance on etiquette surrounding the Royal Family. There is no need to bow when meeting Queen Carina, however should you feel the need it is a short bow of the head for men, or a small curtsy for women. Some prefer to simply shake Her hand.

When addressing Her Majesty, on first greeting it is always “your Majesty”, followed subsequently by “Ma’am”. I’m not aware of Prince James joining us today, however if he does attend over the weekend it shall be “Your Royal Highness” on first meeting, followed subsequently by “Sir”. This is the same for all male members of the Royal Family. For females you would open with “Your Royal Highness”, and subsequently follow with “Ma’am”. Should you have any questions or requests, myself and members of the household staff will be more than happy to assist you.

Serving staff will bring your bags. If you are happy here, it would by my honour to take you to your rooms.

With that, she stepped back, the guards opening the doors. She extended her arm, allowing them to proceed

The blacked-out procession of vehicles cruised quickly along the road to the estate, kicking up a small cloud of dust in their wake. High above, a detachment of Avengers from both the Navy's Gold Squadron, as well as the Security Force Intrusion Wing "Jackknife" flew top cover, ever on the lookout for danger. The ships fanned out and flew low as the presidential cavalcade passed the estate gates, waggling their wings from side to side to afford the pilots a better view of the ground, and any waiting ambush. On cue, three of the Navy craft broke formation and turned back towards the caravan just as it ground to a halt, Ageira-produced engine additives beginning to pump into the exhaust gases. The Avengers turned from silvery glints in the sky to streaks of red, white, and blue, marking the arrival of the President of the Republic of Liberty.

The last two vehicles in the chain were emptied long before the coated man opened the doors, a dozen uniformed Security Force agents stepping out to survey the scene, chattering away on their earpieces. M7/C caseless subguns hung at the sides of all but two, and those two quickly armed themselves with S99 Special Applications Rifles, slinging the heavy weapons over their backs. The remainder of the vehicles contained government aides and the President's personal security detail, armed far less heavily (at least visibly) than the Security Force escorts.

Finally, President Powell stepped from his vehicle, safe in the knowledge that the perimeter was guarded by the finest soldiers and pilots the Republic had to offer. Buttoning his suit jacket, the President stretched his legs slightly and looked about the fabulously-maintained estate, before turning to the Secretary.

"My security detail has already been briefed on the situation. I do not believe the inconvenience of such coordination will be necessary. As for special requests of the chef, I have none, however I would be very grateful if the local tobacconist could provide a cigar following the meal." Dove-white teeth gleamed in the sunlight as the President cracked a smile, taking the woman's hand and shaking it in typical Libertonian fashion. The gesture lasted perhaps a moment too long, though among other houses the citizens of the Republic were always known for their enthusiastic and often uncomfortably-firm handshakes. Once the moment had passed, the President turned and strolled towards one of his aides, quietly holding a conversation as the Secretary briefed the less diplomatically-inclined Admirals of the fleets.

Admiral Kazuo brushed his hand over the left shoulder strap of his uniform, removing a piece of debris that had found it's way on the golden bars of his rank. As he stepped out of the backseat of the transport, he took a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the bright colors of the environment. Certainly a place for royalty. He stifled his musings on the landscape to turn his attention to the woman in front of him, who had finished her greeting to President Powell, and was beginning the one meant for him. The standard material for seasoned diplomats and politicians, but a change for the Fleet Admiral, whose diplomatic skills were not as well honed as they should be. War was no place for a diplomat, after all. As she finished, he cleared his throat and kept his statement short.

"Thank you, Miss Winchester, for meeting us at our arrival of Her Majesty's royal estate. I hope we will not inconvenience the staff with our stay."

With a quick nod of the head, the Fleet Admiral moved with the group into the grand halls of the estate. The ornate decor were vastly more lavish than the quarters, decks, and offices of the naval officers, which were usually utilitarian and plain in design. He felt rather exposed by the grand scale of the room, but pushed it from his mind as he shifted his attention to keep pace with the assembly of staff, while a Lieutenant was covering an itinerary of the visit to him.

They would be first guided to their rooms and given time to clean up, or even change clothes if required. It would be roughly an hour before an aide came to collect them. Once more it would be a gentleman in full coat and tails, clearly household staff, and this time he guided them to a banquet hall. A long table sat in the centre of the room, but there was only four places set. One of the seats was high backed, clearly a throne in its own right. There was a place set beside it, and two places opposite them. Powell would be offered the seat beside the throne

After they had all been seated, the doors at the opposite end opened, and Carina herself stepped through. A young lady stepped up to the throne, pulling it back ready for Carina to sit. Once she had sat down, members of serving staff would approach each individual, offering champagne first of all to everyone present. They would also notice chefs bringing food through, placing the silver platters upon the table for them to choose their meals from. Carina turned to the President

President Powell, thank you so much for accepting my invitation. I hope your room is comfortable?

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