The NATO Conference

[Spectre]

"Nothing looked as beautiful as the day I set foot on Cambridge and was met with a true breeze of fresh air."
Trevor remembered his first visit to Cambridge over three years ago, before his ascension to the Admiralty, and later the Ministry. It was like arriving on Pecos again, yet instead of a frozen hellscape the land before him was rife with life and history. A strong feeling in his gut told him the meeting between military minds here would go well, a rather small ball of trust in the participants who would be showing up.

It was edging into the late afternoon as he arrived, the shuttle that had brought him setting down outside the Amber Palace and letting him off.
His striped black suit was unmistakable, the sigil of his station on the left lapel of the jacket, dressed to represent Crayter in the best fashion he was capable of. A lot had led to this moment, and even more still was to pass, though the effects of those would be decided by this conference. Countless sacrifices made to ensure that victory was assured, made to ensure that they would have this opportunity to meet today.

The future of Bretonia, and indeed all participating nations, rested on the outcome.