C45 Youre A Good Man Thomas But A Good Man Isnt Suited To Build Empires
The day of the historic meeting had arrived, and the airfield at the Nacirfa Federation's biggest air base buzzed with anticipation.
The vast expanse had been cleared to make way for the grand occasion, with leaders, dignitaries, and their entourages gathered for a momentous journey.
The scene was a microcosm of power and influence, with cabinet members, prominent businessmen, renowned reporters, and influential figures from various fields all in attendance.
The air was filled with hushed conversations, the occasional burst of laughter, and the clicking of camera shutters as reporters captured the moment for the world to see.
The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm and vibrant glow over the assembly.
Consul Abdul, accompanied by his delegation, stood at the forefront of the gathering.
He exuded an air of confidence, his tailored suit and calm demeanor befitting the occasion.
Beside him, President Thomas of the Liberty States, also impeccably dressed, shared a moment of conversation with Abdul.
Abdul extended a hand towards Thomas with a warm smile.
"President Thomas, it seems like the Imperator words were true all along"
Abdul commented with a grin as he looked at the five liberty states magnets that were the ones who actually ran the nation from the shadows.
Thomas shook Abdul's hand firmly, his eyes reflecting his defeat.
"Please don't Abdul"
Thomas practically begged fully knowing what Abdul was hinting at.
"I warned you time and time again didn't I? Those parasites will be the death of youre nation"
Abdul who held his own country's businessmen by their balls for the last 20 years by means of blackmail and other means commented.
"You think I don't know that? But what can I do? One wrong move of mine and before I know It I'm no longer the president!"
Thomas who lost his cool said through gnashed teeth while suppressing his voice.
"Just ask the Terrans for help I believe they will be more than happy to clean youre house for you for the right price"
Abdul suggested as he clipped his cigar, stuck It between his lips, and lit It up with a specialized lighter.
For a moment Thomas considered It but In the end, he just sighed because his morals forbid him from doing It.
"Thanks for the suggestion but I can't Its against everything I stand for"
Thomas said while running his hand through his whitening at the roots hair.
"Youre a good man Thomas but a good man Isnt suited to build empires, Its a pitty really If you just had a bit of ruthlessness you could make liberty states great again"
As they spoke, around them other dignitaries from both nations exchanged pleasantries, forming connections that could prove vital in the negotiations ahead.
Business leaders discussed potential collaborations, and reporters jotted down notes, eager to capture the essence of this historic moment.
Just then, the anticipation reached its peak as the sound of approaching Thraen dropships filled the air.
A wing of fighters and interceptors escorted the dropships, adding to the sense of grandeur and security.
The rumbling engines grew louder, drowning out the chatter and creating a sense of excitement that rippled through the crowd.
For those gathered, this was a moment they would remember for the rest of their lives.
A formation of sleek and advanced fighters and interceptors soared through the sky, their synchronized flight a breathtaking display of precision and power.
They flanked the incoming Thraen dropships, emphasizing the grandeur of the occasion and, more importantly, the level of security surrounding the historic meeting.
The fighters, with their wings glistening in the sunlight, cut through the air, leaving trails of white vapor that crisscrossed like an intricate dance.
Spectators watched in awe, capturing the breathtaking sight with their cameras and smartphones.
Reporters, always on the lookout for a compelling angle, filmed the impressive display, knowing that the visuals would add drama to their reports.
Business leaders exchanged impressed glances, recognizing the symbolism of the heavily guarded Thraen dropships.
As the dropships violently hit the ground, the onlookers felt a collective sense of wonder and pride.
These were not ordinary aircraft; they were state-of-the-art vessels designed for one purpose only and that was war.
The sheer technological prowess on display left no doubt that the Terran Imperium took this meeting seriously.
The landing gear of the dropships touched down softly on the cleared airfield, sending a mild tremor through the ground.
The back ramps of the dropships slowly opened, revealing a fully geared up and armed cosmic marine In each dropship.
The marines stepped out and stood silently next to the ramps not saying anything or moving an Inch their bloodred round visors staring at the gathered crowd with their armored hands wrapped around their massive rifles.
Consul Abdul and President Thomas exchanged another glance, this time with a touch of shared anticipation.
They knew that stepping onto those Thraen dropships marked the beginning of a pivotal journey – one that could change the course of history and set the stage for a new era of cooperation and progress among nations.
"Shall we?"
With a shared nod of agreement, President Abdul and President Thomas led the way toward the waiting Thraen dropships.
Their entourages followed closely behind, each step filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. This moment had been long-awaited, and now it was finally here.
As they approached the dropships, the fully geared-up and armed cosmic marines, standing stoically by the ramps, acknowledged their presence with a nod.
The marines' presence served as a stark reminder of the security measures in place for this historic journey.
Abdul and Thomas ascended the ramp of their respective dropships, their faces reflecting a blend of determination and a hint of nervousness.
The interior of the dropships was both high tech and utilitarian, there were no plush seats designed for comfort during interstellar travel only bare alloy crash seats that were clearly too big for Thraens.
The walls were black with patches of peeled-off paint and covered In safety nets, a subtle reminder that the Terrans had no need for luxury or comfort, above all they seemed to favor practicality and function.
The other members of the delegations took their seats in an organized manner, each finding their designated place.
Business leaders, cabinet members, and reporters settled into their seats, their excitement palpable as they prepared for the journey ahead.
As the last of the passengers took their seats, the ramps of the dropships began to close with a hiss of hydraulics.
The heavy armored doors sealed shut, cutting off the view of the airfield and the bustling crowd outside.
Inside the red lightning illuminated dropships, the passengers could feel a slight vibration as the powerful chemical thrusters came to life.
It was a subtle reminder that they were about to embark on an extraordinary journey into the depths of space.
With a sudden and powerful surge, the Terran dropships lifted off the ground.
The sensation was both exhilarating and jarring as the passengers felt themselves being pushed back into their seats by the sheer force of the ascent.
Outside, the airfield and the world below rapidly receded, becoming smaller and smaller until they were nothing more than dots on the horizon.
The dropships, now soaring high above the clouds, left the continental world behind and entered the vast expanse of the sky.
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The whole event got broadcasted live by the reporters left behind and those onboard the dropships.
Reporters from various media outlets were on the scene, capturing every moment of the departure.
Cameras were positioned to provide live feeds of the entire event, and broadcasters were narrating the unfolding story to the global audience.
In homes, offices, and public places across Thrae, people were gathered around screens, their eyes fixed on the live broadcasts.
This was a momentous occasion, and the world was watching.
On television screens, large digital billboards, and even specially setup displays in public squares, the scene at the airfield was being broadcasted in real-time.