Event -- A Dinner in Ienecia

The guard steps aside and radios back to his superiors. The General Governor and his entourage are allowed into the cars.

After a few minutes of driving, those cars pull off a side street on a different path from the rest that have been sent that way. After a moment more, it finds itself in front of the headquarters of the Ienecian Bureau of Internal Security. A man emerges from the building and walks up to the car, gesturing for the entourage inside to get out.

"I guess this excuse for a driver followed the wrong path all this time. But since we are at that, what do you want?"

"Greetings, Mr. General Governor. I am Mikhail Kerman, head of the Ienecian Bureau of Internal Security, and I understand that in your arrival here you have damaged several boats, destroyed mutliple roofs and insulted a member of my security team. We will be entering talks with your nation's embassy about payment for the property damage, but you wished to speak about the incident with a peer. Speak."

Subota, while visibly enraged towards the subordinates of Mikhail K., assumes a more formal tenure towards him, recognising to be facing a superior governmental representative.
"Very well, I'm pleased to finally meet a decent person. The plane I was on with my entourage was object of an act of sabotage. The pilot told me, after he miracolously saved us from the disaster, that he's pretty sure a small charge of explosive detonated in the controls for the third wings group and the tail controls. While I have a pretty precise idea on what group tried to murder us, I can't obviously disclose this information. Me and my assistants decided to carry on with our business in your country without any delaying, and that we prefer to be considered reckless daredevils than objects of terror attacks. I'll be glad if you could arrenge for some sort of protection to our plane, while the crew repaire the damage. By the way, this is all confidential, and I'll trust your discretion to keep this that way.

"Now, I hope this finally settles the question. I apologize for this event, and I'm sure damages to your beautiful city will be repaired with Njegošljan funds. I'll be glad if you arranges for us to proceed to the event where we are attended."

The large ship begins slowly turning, following the seaplane. One of the crew calls out "Kohmaz aftur hir, Favitih!"

Mikhail looks doubtful, but nods. "All right. We will send someone to watch your plane, but do expect to be paying the damages." The cars head off to the actual meeting.

Meanwhile, someone is sent to watch the plane, and boy what a sight do they see. The large dragon-ship is contacted and commanded to desist, and both ships are requested to return to the dock.

The giant ship eventually stops, and turns back into its original position. Some of the crew gather and watch the white seaplane to see what it does.

As the giant ship stops, a member of the Ienecian Coast Guard walks up the gangplank and politely inquires as to what the hell is going on here.

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In the actual dining hall, food and wine start to be served.

We must say this is the most excellent wine, in fact we brought some of our own. The Trader says.

The other two sit silently enjoying the food.

The captain of the ship is notified and comes down to meet the coast guardsman.
"The, ah, aeroplane ruin banner, we ruin them. Fair. If pilot wants to have proper Eyjanberjas, we have equipping in store for that."

With no idea what an "Eyjanberjas" is, the coast guardsman frowns. "We are working out damages with the seaplane. You should contact their embassy."

"It is, ah, you put down a coat, and then you have a fight, and, ah, the one who falls off loses, you're understand me?"

"...Yes. I believe. Anyways, stop chasing them around the harbor; people might be trying to arrive in the middle of this mess."

"Very well. And, ah, you will not mind then if I seeking Eyjanberjas for this thing they have done? We will not bothering your men, of course."

"If the other people agree to it, and nobody gets killed? I could not care less."

While the still white plane turned ship passes astern of the E[...]an ship, on its way to the dock, the pilot/captain/skipper/commander signals the metal juggernaut with the onboard morse light:

THANKS-FOR-THE-JOGGING-STOP-NEXT-TIME-WE-WILL-BRING-HUNTING-HATS-STOP-NICE-WORK-DROPPING-A-METRIC-TON-OF-FECES-INTO-THE-HARBOR-STOP-THE-FLIGHT-SURGEON-THINKS-YOU-NEED-MORE-VEGETABLES-STOP

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The General Governor and his entourage finally arrives the dining hall, while Subota finishes the long row of insults directed to the chaffeurs. The company takes their seats and sip from their glasses of excellent wine, while starting small talk with the other guests.

The Sangan delegate stares out the window, utterly confused.

As the white plane comes into dock, the ramp on the ship falls down as before, and the captain walks out with a large group of crew. Two of them seem to be carrying shields and axes over their shoulders, and the captain carries with him a large bolt of what appears to be black cloth. They make their way over to the plane, and the ramp on the ship closes up again. As they arrive, the captain shouts out, "COME OUT HERE!"

A hatches opens from the cabin's roof, and the pilot/captain/skipper/commander comes out to see what that band of ragged grunts want.

"Yes, dear neighbors, what can I do for you?"

"You ruined our flag, asshole! Come out here! I am challenging you to Eyjanberjas!"

The pilot/captain/skipper/commander looks at the enraged guy, at the dangerous looking weapons, at the misterious cloth, and decides that the name Eyjanberjas doesn't suggest anything good.

"No, thanks."

He closes the hatch and returns to supervision the repair works.

The group of men outside begin laughing. One of them runs back to the ship and comes back a short time later with a sack. The cloth is spread on the ground, the two shields placed in the middle. The sack is upended onto the shields to reveal a quantity of meat and bread.
Using the axes to cut their food, the group begin eating just outside the plane, joking amongst themselves, occasionally pointing to the plane and laughing.

Meanwhile, there is also a dinner going on.

The General, Daniel excuses himself and walks out for some fresh air.

Subota while serving himself with some appetizers, tries to revive the conversation at the table with an argument that won't surely fail to cause debate.

"So, what do you think of that Calcania fuss of the last month, uh?"