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Saint indopeland wrote:

Presidential Palace, Paris

"President! News from our southern neighbours!"

Lapointe sighed and took the Manila envelope from his assistant, and lay it on his desk. He already knew of the thousands of soldiers mounting in the Pyrenees, and was already preparing the army for action. However, as he slotted his finger under the seal of the envelope and slid it open, the message on the inside caught him entirely by surprise.

"They... they're inviting me to... have a diplomatic meeting?"

He re-read the letter twice, three times, unable to detect even the smallest amount of threat in the short note. In any other circumstance, it would have been a message of peace and collaboration - but these few sentences hit entirely differently. A few minutes later, a dumbfounded Lapointe got up from his desk.

"Fetch me a vehicle. We will leave to the train station immediately."

~~~

A few hours later, Barcelona

President Lapointe and his entourage stepped off the private train into the grand city of Barcelona. A mishmash of modern and historic buildings sprawled across all parts of his vision, as the midday sun blasted heat and light to the streets below. A car pulled up - the President's designated transport. Lapointe opened the door of the sleek black vehicle and sat down as it pulled away to the Pedralbes Palace.

As the French exited the station overhead several Helicopters passed with troops sitting on the ends of it, holding rifles while looking down at everything as they passed, moving north. On the ground however, it was just as busy with civilians moving about as soldiers patrolled the streets or were out on free time, noticable by their green uniforms and helmets.. though the amount of non-humans amongst the troops were noticable with many having ears that protruded from their helmets.

When the vehicle pulled up a guard exited and opened the back door for the delegation. The vehicle then was joined by MRAPs as escorts. Eventually they arrived at the palace and were shown inside by the Imperial Guard and finally into a room where the two marshals, de Serrano and Vargas were waiting.
"Mr. President Count Francisco de Serrano greeted the French president and gestured for him to sit.
Serrano wore a green uniform with several medals, a black mustache on his face along with a cigar firmly in mouth.
Vargas however said nothing but had grey streaked hair and a peaked cap. There was silence, the Emperor wasn't there.. not yet.

"Dónde está nuestro emperador?", Vargas looked to Serrano.
"Su Majestad está en la biblioteca la última vez que revisé. probablemente leyendo a Hegel de nuevo.".
Moments two men entered. The man that entered first was.. well different, he was black and wore a white uniform compared to all the green. His hair and beard black with streaks of grey. This man being Rodrigo de Aguila, one of the Emperor's right hands.
"Ah, Mr. President! Welcome, welcome!", he'd exclaim before sitting down himself, crossing his legs.
"You know, I have to admire you.. your ability to ignore an entire army on your border is something to witness", he'd chuckle.

The second man was non other than the Emperor wearing royal regalia and a chest plate with several medals hanging from it, a laurel wreath also sitting on his head. Unlike the rest he stood, his gloved hand resting on a nearby globe.
"In fact that's why I didn't believe you'd come here. The president of France himself.", he'd say before a smirk came upon his face before quickly disappearing, he walked towards the Frenchman before speaking again.
"Yes, I invited you here to talk of our existence on this continent, our relations... and well.. I want only one thing from you.", he'd say before pausing.

"Your surrender."