King Pirirpi started the journey with mixed feelings about what was to come. Ahead of him he was torn about his attitudes towards Slava Lavosk, on the one hand they were seeing the Tamorans trade in human life, Piripi was mindful of the Maori still held in captivity in those lands and saw the Tamorans as every bit deplorable as the Seleucid. Yet he'd seen and heard of many reports of camps within Slava Lavosk, even worse the word "Detention Camp" those had been just one synonym used by the Seleucid for places of extreme horror. Sat opposite to him on the military transport plane was his cousin, Tane Sevasi, the King's special envoy and a former inmate at one such camp. At the age of eight he'd been taken to one such camp and there spent the next three years until the liberation by his people's forces. During that time he'd faced starvation, disease and just three weeks before the liberation he'd seen his mother and father dragged away to be used in what he later learned was a chemical weapons experiment, a day later he himself had been shot in the leg to give Seleucid military medical corps trainees something to practice on other than a dead pig. The wound had never healed properly, neither the physical or mental ones but now Tane did his best to promote his cousin's cause around Mundus and bring those responsible for the evils to justice.
As the aircraft touched down in Slava Lavosk the King exited first followed by Tane leaning slightly on his cane, today was one of those days when the limb felt a little stiff, they came and went on a fairly regular basis. They made their way towards the welcoming committee uncertain exactly how things would succeed, but as Piripi had been keen to point out both nations shared a common enemy for the time being and that alone would make the trip worth while.
