The skies over north Cordillia, 11:00, march 14th
Valentinos Antonides looks trough the window in his plane, his head full of thoughts. This is his first time leaving Thalapadis since the civil war. Recently thalapadis, under his leadership, has asserted itself more on the international stage. It has made allies and enemies, recently more of the latter. The whole situation happening in Ludville was a mess since the start. Was signing that peace of paper, with which he confirmed the assasination of Van Mathis, the right choice? It surely must have been, he couldn’t let him be free to maby cause trouble again, his soliders and the inocents genocided by the Rykapadians didn’t die for that. And while he’s flying to Eflad, 4500 Thalapadian soliders are going across the world, to fight the force that most likely also supplied Van Mathis. They’re going to intervene, to honor a alliance. But will that alliance mean anything to their families when they get them back in caskets? He was a solider himself, he knows that even if they ware the best trained and equiped army in the world, even with their top of the line high tech equipment, some of them won’t return. War is a cruel mistress.
But now it was not the time to think of his enemies, but to make allies. Eflad and Thalapadis always had good relations, and it was his job today to make them even better. Preparing for the visit he researched Efladian history, politics and culture. Now he was going to experience them first hand.
“Mister president, we’re landing in 5 minutes.”
“Good, thanks for alerting me”
And soon they’re on the ground. He stands in front of the door.
“Thálassa voithá tous gious tis," he says and exits the plane