04-01-2025, 04:55 PM
February 5594, Čahtica, the Deltarian capital.
Hazgul sat impatiently in the corridor of the drab grey building he was in. He had waited four weeks for this meeting since arriving in Deltaria. For a Solentian he was reasonably well travelled having been to Kafuristan, Al-Badara, even to Istalia before the war. But Deltaria was different. A difficult language, a different people, grey architecture, he hated his cheap suit and the local restaurants he had been to all seemed to serve pork as the only meat. He had been forced to become a vegetarian. Still, it wasn't all bad, he had liked that blonde waitress. She had been most welcoming and enjoyable.
Finally the door opened and he was told to come in. Hazgul went to greet the occupant of the room, but was hastily ushered to sit down.
"For the record this meeting will not be minuted, you are to take no notes".
Hazgul got the gist of the instruction, but regretted that his Deltarian wasn't as good as he thought. Did this man have an Alazindian accent, or was it Tokundian, he could never tell. "Yes" was all he could mutter in response.
"So Solentia. It appears our neighbours have got themselves bogged down in a fight they weren't expecting."
"Yes", Hazgul become monosyllabic.
The man at the other end of the desk closed his eyes, as if in deep contemplation. "Well, that means there is money to be made and a distracted Kalopia can only be to our benefit".
Hazgul didn't really grasp the sentence, but he knew he was here to buy weapons. "We need weapons".
Before Hazgul could go into any furtehr detail the man opened his eyes again and looked directly at Hazgul. "You have no air force and no navy, the Kalopians are free to bomb you from the air, and their ships can blockade your ports at will. You want man portable anti-air weapon systems and you want anti-shipping missiles. Unfortunately they are not man-portable, but you could probably stick them on the back on a half dozen donkeys."
Hazgul reverted to his single word answer "Yes". He hated how the world seemed to view Solentians as peasants dependent upon farm animals. Hazgul was very proud of the two cars he owned back at home.
"Very well. For the right money, we have weapon systems to offer. So I suppose the question is, do you have the money?".
Hazgul knew the Ministry of Finance was looking to levy increased taxation back home in Solentia to fund more advanced weaponry. He looked the man straight in the eyes. "Yes".
Hazgul sat impatiently in the corridor of the drab grey building he was in. He had waited four weeks for this meeting since arriving in Deltaria. For a Solentian he was reasonably well travelled having been to Kafuristan, Al-Badara, even to Istalia before the war. But Deltaria was different. A difficult language, a different people, grey architecture, he hated his cheap suit and the local restaurants he had been to all seemed to serve pork as the only meat. He had been forced to become a vegetarian. Still, it wasn't all bad, he had liked that blonde waitress. She had been most welcoming and enjoyable.
Finally the door opened and he was told to come in. Hazgul went to greet the occupant of the room, but was hastily ushered to sit down.
"For the record this meeting will not be minuted, you are to take no notes".
Hazgul got the gist of the instruction, but regretted that his Deltarian wasn't as good as he thought. Did this man have an Alazindian accent, or was it Tokundian, he could never tell. "Yes" was all he could mutter in response.
"So Solentia. It appears our neighbours have got themselves bogged down in a fight they weren't expecting."
"Yes", Hazgul become monosyllabic.
The man at the other end of the desk closed his eyes, as if in deep contemplation. "Well, that means there is money to be made and a distracted Kalopia can only be to our benefit".
Hazgul didn't really grasp the sentence, but he knew he was here to buy weapons. "We need weapons".
Before Hazgul could go into any furtehr detail the man opened his eyes again and looked directly at Hazgul. "You have no air force and no navy, the Kalopians are free to bomb you from the air, and their ships can blockade your ports at will. You want man portable anti-air weapon systems and you want anti-shipping missiles. Unfortunately they are not man-portable, but you could probably stick them on the back on a half dozen donkeys."
Hazgul reverted to his single word answer "Yes". He hated how the world seemed to view Solentians as peasants dependent upon farm animals. Hazgul was very proud of the two cars he owned back at home.
"Very well. For the right money, we have weapon systems to offer. So I suppose the question is, do you have the money?".
Hazgul knew the Ministry of Finance was looking to levy increased taxation back home in Solentia to fund more advanced weaponry. He looked the man straight in the eyes. "Yes".