Pasternak and McPherson gave each other knowing sideways glances, this wasn't quiet what they'd been expecting but they supposed the best course of action was to just try and go along, after all it was the first overseas visit in as long as anyone could remember. The appearence seemed highly casual, something that to McPherson meant you didn't wear a tie, so jeans and a guitar where something he really would struggle to get his head around. "Welcome to Kaitaine" he said rather unsure what else to say in this situation, "I'm sure we could find somewhere, there are plenty of Workers Clubs around the city that have regular musical evenings" he wasn't even sure that was true but he suspected if he placed a call to a factory somewhere and promised them a case of whiskey and a keg of beer they'd drum up a crowd even if they didn't enjoy the music, failing that he'd just order some members of the KDF to attend.
"As for what to do in Arakeen" Pasternak took over, he was significantly younger than McPherson so probably more likely to know what the fun stuff was, "We're a nation that enjoys our folk music, dancing, a good meal and a good whiskey, you'll find Arakeen full of nice little restaurants and bars. We also have a fine football team based here, the squad is drawn from the Army and did damn well in the recent Mundus Champions League tournament, we can probably get some tickets for them if that was your thing. At weekends people tend to head to the beach, surf, have BBQ's and generally like to unwind with family. Our nations Celtic heritage means that connection to your extended family is very very important. A lot of the workers unions here have their own sports clubs and a whole variety of games take place, I for one intend tomorrow to watch my former Soldiers Union play the Metal Workers Union at Volleyball." he was hopeful of a victory as his younger brother was coaching the Soldiers Union, they'd served together in the Parachute Regiment until Vadik had damaged his knees.
A convoy of armoured vehicles and a limo arrived and the group made themselves comfortable in the limo. "Now I know your people like your vodka but that isn't really something we drink often, we much prefer this" he produced a small barrel, about the size of a rugby ball, "it's a locally made whiskey, made to an individual recipe and been stored for 40 years, perhaps on some special occasion you can share it with your family" he handed it to Artyom, "Now lets try a drop of this" he held up another bottle, less extravagent but still a lovely golden colour.
"If you're not used to whiskey you may wish a little orange zest with it" Pasternak produced a fresh orange and a small file specially for the job.
"Now as a word of warning while you are here please do not wander off from the escorts, its not that they are here to watch you as a trust issue, let me explain" McPherson folded his jacket onto the chair beside him. "In our founders wisdom we sought to get rid of everything that stopped our nation unifying, the old Celtic clan structure went, everyone was given equality, no private business ownership, things like that you know. But the biggest issue was the banning of religion, you see a .....cult....existed in Kaitaine known as the Bene Gesserit, a weird womans cult of death, or some nonsense we refer to them as witches, or something that sounds very similar" he chuckled and Vilik. "They have a habit of blowing stuff up, but we're used to their pathetic attempts, but as someone new to the situation here it is best to remain with either one of us, or any member of our Kaitaine Guards Beureu" McPherson pointed outside to where on a motorcycle a soldier dressed all in black rode alongside them, a distintice red flash on his right shoulder. "They are our security force tasked with rooting out these delinquents, they've killed a great number in the last year all over Mundus." he was rather proud of that.
"Anyway enough of us, we wish to know your nation. What news do you have of your home?"
