Braun looked to Enfield wondering why a person in his position would dress in such manner. "I am as well as the situation permits, having the feeling we will have an interesting time today." Peter von Braun reviewed his mentally schedule for this diplomatic meeting and a slight headache he’s been having started to get worse. "So, shall we proceed to meet our guests, or you want to discuss any details on this summit?" Admiral looks to his clock again, checking the time the guards meet him on his route, just one of the many habits he got during the years on duty.
"Admiral the summit is starting tomorrow..." He hands over a data-pad containing details of the summit and their guests. "I've vetted the individuals... You might get along with the representative from the Almalfi Directorate, the representative is a bit more political like our friends from theBundestag." Enfield slides his hands into his pockets before rocking back and forth on his heel and toes, twisting his head to read the datapad to refresh his memory. "As long as we keep a smile and don't call them sniffers, we should manage to secure the peace..."
The silence falls as they're both reading through the datapad. "Admiral, as much as I know their history is a bit... Patchy. We're not all saints. Try not to convict them at the summit and try to focus on what we can gain from it..." He added, he doesn't even look at the admiral while hes talking., Realising as it might come off in the wrong way, he raises his looks up at him. "Just a recommendation... That's all." He noted, with the friendliest smile he could try and pull.
Braun stared at Enfield, considering carefully what to say: the truth is that in his view criminals belong to Vierlande, or become space dust. But the need to agree that the stakes are high, is a chance to solidify Rheinland position in Sigmas. "Well, i learned early in my carrer that my personal opinions are mine, and should not interfere in the job." Admiral von Braun keeps reading details about the families. For a moment, he think about the way Enfield worded his "recomendation" and cant stop himself of thinking that this man would probably be a good politician. "Rest assured that i have in mind about what we have on the table here, i'll do the upmost to see a good result for this summit fbetween Rheinland and the Maltese..." The Admiral takes a look at the datapad, memorizing the details he wanted. "I can live with just no security in the room, despite my objections... But apart from that herr Enfield, I'm sure we can get moving."
"Well if thats the case Admiral, then I suggest you get some shuteye, we have quite a day ahead of us." He seemed to have gone wandering around the bridge... Not exactly doing much but staring at the monitors and screens across the ship. Looking over shoulders of crewmen as they do their duty. "Just err... Bring a lot of coffee. I hate pandering to people but it has its upsides." He said as he quickly took pace back towards the bridge. "Again, no guards in the meeting room... Seriously, the only arms I'm bringing in are the ones attached to me."
"I'll see you tomorrow afternoon." He gave a lazy salute and started to whistle his way out.
Battleship Strausberg: Conference room - New Berlin
It was mid morning, and the ship was on full alert, guards were on station everywhere and more than usual. Although regardless of the guards on watch... things were much more quiet from where Enfield was sitting. The meeting room completely absent from others. It was currently just him, a pile of documents and his third coffee of the morning. He'd rub his eyes but they weren't real, being up since 4 In the morning was still an eye sore; even if the meeting room's lights were dimmed and there was folder in front of his eyes. He'd actually gotten dressed this time, a formal meeting required a formal uniform, ceremonial dress, rank pin on the collar, military commendations and a nice little nameplate with his surname on his right chest. If it wasn't for the uncomfortable polished shoes, he'd be wearing this more often.
"Tactical files... Logistics... Case files..." He was indexing everything he needed to go over with them. Everything that was interesting and everything that might come up into questioning, But with him being early, he could have the time to pour himself another coffee from the large pitcher before anyone else arrived.
It would not be long before the first delegates began to file in. The first would be Benito, who was being led into the room by two escorts in Rheinland uniforms. Nodding towards them in a manner between courteousness and annoyance at being herded around like that, the Don lay his eyes on the Director. "Signor Enfield," the Don said, beginning to move towards the seat that was evidently provided for him and marked with a name plate reading 'Don B. Contari, National Council'. As always, Benito was dressed impeccably in a custom made suit and tie that did wonders hiding his age-worn body. "I would assume the others are on their way?" Scanning the other name cards belonging to each seat, he was pleased. It seemed like this might not be a waste of time after all. However, the Amalfi people were still a wild card to him. He hoped they would not follow an agenda that would go contary to his own.
The cool, crisp recycled air aboard the battleship permeated every compartment of the Strausberg that Paulo walked through on his way to the meeting room; with the smell of air filters and freshly ironed uniforms being a constant presence along the way. He passed through the corridors flanked and escorted by his aide and a pair of Rheinland marines in full dress. Varela took in the sights and sounds of the vessel's rank and file as he went: hushed tones and the stares of confused and stunned officers and enlisted personnel alike greeted the entourage along the way. Many quickly went back to their duties but some continued to stare as they went by - this was a new experience for all of them after all: nationals of Malta walking the halls of a Rheinland warship as a guest of honor was virtually unheard of up until that point. He offered all he made eye contact with a simple nod, with his white mustache partially obscuring a slight smile he extended their way as a sign of solidarity. First impressions counted for a lot in tense affairs like these, even to the lowliest of the workers aboard a warship, not just to the diplomats.
Paulo simply waited when they arrived at the meeting room's door- the guards saluted each other briefly before one of them standing beside the door swiped a card on the access panel to his side and let the duo enter while the guards that had escorted them departed. He stepped into the room, catching the tail end of his fellow Maltese representative's question- and sought out his own seat and letting his assistant take hers before responding.
"Well that depends, who else are we waiting on?"
Varela adjusted himself in his seat, straightening out the blue and white-trimmed naval uniform he bore as a sign of his affiliation: the Amalfi-cross displayed proudly on his chest, while the Maltese flag sat squarely on the outside of his broad shoulder.
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A simple, angry man casually working his way through life on a personal quest to acquire copious amounts of street cred.
"Mphmmm~!" Was all that was heard from him while trying to drink out of that cup. He quickly took his feet off the table as soon as Benito walked in, brushed down his and put away the file he was reading alongside the other stacks. And as soon as Varela walked he assured his presence was noted as he nodded to him while he adjusted his sitting position. "Well, looking at it, just the Admiral. He should be here shortly... If not, we might already be looking at a new Admiral, noting how quickly the Bundestag keep changing them." His comment The hum of the air conditioning system was practically all that was heard at this point apart from the moving papers on the table. "So then, Signor Benito, Signor Varela. I hope I haven't gotten you up too early for this, coffee...?" Enfield quickly poured himself a white coffee from the jug. The brew was steaming hot, it already seemed to have a creamer mixed in and the strong scent of freshly brewed import roast was something more than a ration quality brew would ever have. "Oh and did I get you an acceptable quality level of-?" He waved his finger from his nostril down to his chin, indicating what they were both currently wearing since they were both so far from home.
Braun entered room, having had trouble to decide how to dress, really hating the "formal meetings" drill, just wearing his uniform and decided not use a single medal, just Rheinland Cross, Fleet insignias and its rank pin. "Well, Here i am." Admiral von Braun while moving to his chair next to the agency figure, notices that Enfield had finally dressed in a proper manner, and nods to him in approval. "Greetings to Sir Benito and Sir Varela. I believe Mr Enfield, that we can proceed with this summit?" The Admiral sits at his chair, considering that this surely is the most unusual meeting aboard a Rheinland vessel so far. "So then... Where shall we start? I think we should start with the 'heavier' subjects." Braun had decided to take one of the files from stack that Enfield had without asking. "Now obviously need to talk about our common enemies... And how willing we'd be to assist each other in their removal."
Relaxed in his seat with a relaxing sigh of relief, seeing as if information was flowing freely thanks to the Admirals grabby hands, so he decided to push over two copies of the documents labeled "Xi-Front" to both Outcast diplomats. He crossed his legs and gently rocked in the reclining office chair. "Now, going off the things we do know... Xi, currently the main battleground that formally created our current relations. Since these corsairs seem to be leaking out almost everywhere, Omicrons, Rheinland, Kusari, Bretonia, Sigmas, Omegas." He took out a mobile device from his pocket, taking out a cable and plugging it into a port on the table. "If you give me a moment, we should make things easier..." It took him a little while, but as soon as the projector in the middle of the table booted up, a holographic display soon materialised with the current physical intelligence map of Omicron Xi.
"Okay so, as far as we know, we've made a significant push against those Cretans on our Munich front. While it won't push them completely out of Rheinland, its one less front for the both of us... And hopefully it'll lower the cost to remove it. We're not looking to make territorial claims on the system because that would be too costly. Especially with our own issues in Munich." He was now gently stroking the underside of his chin, being deep in thought was never comfortable around other people because he'd normally murmur what he was thinking. "So the obvious question is... How can we help each other in this matter?"