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The Valorian interceptors approached the Triesenberg aircraft quickly, their engines humming as they moved into position. Captain Nico David, flying lead, kept a close eye on his HUD and the two foreign planes ahead. They had matched altitude and were now about 1,000 feet behind and slightly above the Triesenberg aircraft.

"Valorian Lead to Control," Nico spoke into his radio, his voice calm and focused. "We have visual on two unidentified fighters, holding steady at 10,000 feet, speed constant at 400 knots. No sudden movements so far."

"Copy that, Lead," Control responded. "Proceed to establish communication. Remember, non-aggressive stance."

Nico switched frequencies to the open channel used for air-to-air communications. It was time to make contact.

"Unidentified aircraft, this is Valorian Air Force. You are approaching restricted airspace. State your identity and intentions immediately," Nico called out, his tone firm but neutral.

In the cockpit of the lead Triesenberg fighter, Hans felt a knot tighten in his stomach as the message came through. He glanced at Dieter's plane, flying close by. This was the moment they had been waiting for.

"This is Triesenberg Air Force, call sign Alpha-One," Hans replied, keeping his voice steady. "We are on a reconnaissance mission and mean no harm. Requesting permission to communicate with your command."

Nico received the message and exhaled slowly. At least they weren't looking for trouble. He relayed the information back to Control.

"Control, they've identified themselves as Triesenberg Air Force, request permission to communicate with our command."

"They can talk to you."

Nico David received the response from Control and quickly relayed it back to the Triesenberg pilots.

"Alpha-One, Valorian Control has granted permission to communicate directly with me. You are to maintain your current heading and speed. Do not deviate. What is the nature of your mission?" Nico asked.

Hans glanced at Dieter's plane again before responding. "Valorian Lead, this is Alpha-One. Our mission is diplomatic. We have been tasked with establishing first contact between our nations. We are not here for combat, only to open a dialogue between Triesenberg and Valoria."

There was a brief pause on the Valorian side, Nico processing the information. His eyes darted to his instruments, making sure the formation was steady. He didn't want any sudden moves to spark an unnecessary conflict.

"Understood, Alpha-One. Stand by while we relay your message to our command."

Nico switched back to his secure Valorian frequency. "Control, Alpha-One states they are on a diplomatic mission, attempting to establish contact between Triesenberg and Valoria. They've confirmed no hostile intent. How do we proceed?"

Back at the Valorian Air Defense Command, the atmosphere was tense. This kind of diplomatic encounter was unprecedented, especially coming from a superpower like Triesenberg.

"Stand by as we report this to the Defense Minister," the controller responded.

In the Valorian Department of Defense headquarters, the Defense Minister Thompson was already being briefed.

"According to our interceptors, the Triesenese wanted to establish a diplomatic channel with Valoria. They are still being held in our airspace as we speak and they are waiting for our response."
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"There is a protocol for this scenario," said one of the high-ranking officials present in the room. "We need to follow the proper chain of command. Protocol dictates that any foreign diplomatic contact of this nature must first go through the Minister of Foreign Affairs," he explained. "The Foreign Ministry will then relay the request to the Supreme Ruler's office."

Defense Minister Thompson leaned back in his chair, visibly frustrated by the bureaucracy. "And how long will that take?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

The high-ranking official hesitated before responding. "Given the circumstances and the urgency, it will still take time—probably hours, maybe more. These things tend to get bogged down in formal procedures, approvals, and assessments."

Thompson tapped his fingers on the desk, his expression darkening. The idea of letting this diplomatic opportunity slip through due to endless layers of bureaucracy didn't sit well with him. Every second that passed could sour the delicate situation.

"But Minister, I would suggest a more direct approach," the official continued. "Instead of waiting for this to wind its way through the Foreign Ministry, we could bypass the usual process and send the request directly to His Excellency, Alexander Herald von Triesenberg."

Thompson raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. "To His Excellency?"

"Given the situation, it might be the quickest way to resolve this matter without unnecessary delays. His Excellency has the authority to make decisions on matters of national security and foreign diplomacy, especially with something as unprecedented as this."

"And you think bypassing the Foreign Ministry is a better option?" Thompson asked, his tone cautious.

"In this case, yes, sir. Time is critical," the official replied. "If we follow the standard protocol, this situation could escalate or, at the very least, lead to misunderstandings. The Triesenberg pilots are waiting for a response, and they might not be able to hold position for hours while we navigate the usual channels."

Thompson tapped his fingers on the desk again, the rhythmic sound filling the room. He knew the official was right—any delay could lead to heightened tensions. The last thing Valoria needed was an international incident with a superpower like Triesenberg.

"Fine," Thompson said after a moment of thought. "Make the necessary preparations to contact His Excellency directly. This has to be handled carefully."

"Understood, sir," the official responded, already moving to execute the order.

Thompson turned back to his aide. "In the meantime, keep our interceptors in position, but maintain the non-aggressive stance. I want regular updates on any changes."

"Yes, Minister," the aide said, stepping out of the room to ensure the orders were carried out.

As the Defense Ministry moved into action, the question lingered—how would Alexander Herald von Triesenberg respond to this unprecedented attempt at diplomacy from the Triesenberg Empire? The country that killed and banished him.

***

At Volkshalle, Alexander was in his office, enjoying his leisure time with a cup of tea. The soft sound of footsteps on the polished marble floor broke the silence, and Julieanne entered the room. She moved gracefully, carrying a silver tray with a single folded note placed delicately on it.

"Your Excellency," Julieanne said. "She set the tray down in front of him, presenting the note. "This message comes from the Department of Defense. It's regarding a matter that requires your immediate attention."

Alexander raised an eyebrow, setting his cup of tea down and reaching for the note. He unfolded the paper. Then his brows furrowed.

"Triesenberg wants to establish communication with us?"