Eurova

"So the ambassadors are all gathering at Koagrad..."
Major General Berthold Gregor glared out the window, as though he could see the proceedings from the Eurovan Capital Building. This building, the closest thing to a 'palace' that could be found in the time since Eurova had split off from Verdanus, had once been the building that housed the colony's governor.
"We should have been sent to Koagrad," hissed a female voice. He turned around to look at his counterpart, Major General Selvaria Lorien, as she spoke. She was sitting at a desk, her booted feet rested on the desk. "That incompetent fool that was sent isn't even an ambassador."
"Be glad knowing that everyone gathering there is an incompetent fool," Gregor laughed harshly as he limped away from the window, leaning on his cane. "Not one person there has any previous experience in government or diplomacy."
"They will be deciding on the fate of our nations," Selvaria glared at Gregor as she slid her feet from atop the desk. "For this most important of matters, surely one of us should have been sent to represent Eurova."
"And what would you support, I wonder?" Gregor asked in a mockingly curious tone.
"Independence, of course," Selvaria snapped. "Unite with those idiot nations? Eurova deserves to be independent, and all those who attempt to challenge its soveriegnty must be grinded from existence."
Gregor gave another harsh laugh.
"Dramatic as ever, Selvaria..." he mused as he glanced back out the window. "I can only hope those fools can make the right decisions..."

"This can't continue."
Selvaria stood up suddenly, one hand balled in a fist in front of her chest.
"I can't leave it to that fool to make the right decision."
She turned to Berthold Gregor, who leaned on his cane as he gazed at her.
"So what do you plan on doing?" Gregor asked in his harsh voice. "Not bomb the place or something, I hope."
In contradiction of his last two words, he chuckled, as though it would be quite entertaining.
"Of course not." Selvaria snapped, turning towards the door. "I'm going to Koagrad. With somone as powerful and commanding as I am amongst those foolish masses, they are certain to rally to me."
She swept the door open, and walked out, as she did so, saying:
"Please send a message to the meeting place in Koagrad. Eurova will be represented by Major General Selvaria Lorien."
Gregor stared at her back as the door shut, and he turned back to the window.
"This should be interesting..."
The message was sent, informing the ambassadors that Selvaria was on her way, and soon after, she would arrive.
((If this messes with the plotline, please tell me and I'll change this))

Major Generals Berthold Gregor and Selvaria Lorien paced across the vast room, inspecting the army Eurova had spent its short existence assembling. Eurova was about the closest thing to a military state Tertius had. Throughout the room were assembled soldiers, organised in an orderly fashion.
"What is the state of our military?" Gregor demanded of a nearby officer.
"We count at least 60,000 soldiers as 'regulars' in our army," the soldier reported as he snapped to salute. "In addition, 50 tanks have been seized or produced, as well as 30 aircraft. Weapons and vehicles are currently being produced. By our intelligence, Eurova has the most powerful military, numerically and technologically, on Tertius. Far more advanced than any other nation's."
"Good..." Selvaria's eyes focused keenly on the troops. "Eurova will be a vital aspect of Jorm's plan, in that case."
"Should Jorm's plan actually pass," Gregor reminded her with a smirk. "And if it does not, then we may actually have to work. We will initiate our plan..."

"Major General Lorien, a call for you."
"What?" Selvaria demanded harshly of the soldier who had just run up to her holding a device, covering the mouthpiece so nothing could be heard. "A call? What do they want and who are they?"
"The aide of an ambassador Jorm...Jorm requests a meeting with you for lunch."
"Feh. I have not such time, and anyway, I have already met this Jorm, whom Berthold has not yet had the pleasure to meet..."
"Has something come up?" the derisive voice of Major General Berthold Gregor announced his arrival. "Who am I meeting, or rather, Selvaria should be meeting?"
Gregor stalked out of the shadows, leaning heavily on his scepter like cane.
"Ambassador Jorm desires a meeting with Major General Lorien, sir," the soldier said, with a bit of irritation. He was a 'Lorienist'--that is, he sided with Lorien's military faction, as opposed to Gregor's.
"I can go in her stead," Gregor said, sweeping the phone from the soldier with surprising agility for one of his age. "She has been handling too many foreign affairs anyway."
He spoke now into the mouthpiece.
"Hello...no, this is Major General Berthold Gregor, her comrade. Selvaria is unable to attend this meeting. I can go in her stead. Name a place and time."