- John F. Kennedy
Pick up team, 5 Minutes to pick-up, 1155 Hours, Nov 3rd, 2025
As the five helicopters reach Casterly Rock, they travel up and around the side like a corkscrew, collecting as much data as possible from this strange fusion of a castle and hill.
Every 25 yards, there are murder holes large enough for an archer to lose arrows from. As well as what look like massive crucibles for molten metal in carved out sections of the mountain. Massive turret towers with trebuchets line evenly all around, five at minimum on certain levels facing every direction. Making it the Fort Knox of its time, especially with all the gold that is stored inside.
Titan-1 (Super Stallion): “Warrior Control, Titan-1. Flight of five inbound to Lions Field, riding up the side of the mountain now. Cameras are recording our accent. It’s armed to the teeth. Request clearance to enter airspace and establish a defensive pattern. Over.”
Carrier Air Traffic Control (Warrior Control): “Titan-1, Warrior Control. You are cleared inbound. Vipers maintain a circular defensive pattern at the top. Wind is light from the west. Over.”
Viper-3 (Lead attack helicopter): “Copy, Warrior Control. Vipers will initiate circular defense. No visual threats yet. Holding an escort pattern. Over.
The Lions Field, Casterly Rock, 11:58 am, July 26th, 298 After Aegon's Conquest
Lord Tywin Lannister, his brother Ser Kevan Lannister, and his cousin, Tyran Lannister, waited at the Lions Field dressed in their best garments. A lightweight black boiled leather coat with gold ornate pieces on the front in the shape of lions. Dark red shirt underneath, with a red full-length cape draped over the body. Held with a black belt with a golden buckle.
In total, twenty-five men and women were standing behind the lords. Mainly Casterly Rock court, Lannister guards, and servants to accompany the people of the court with their every need. Under the order of Lord Tywin, everyone wore their best, best dresses, the best tunics, and the best armor. Even the Servants were given such amazing clothes that they would have never imagined themselves to have the chance to wear.
Many of the court protested this, but the Lord Paramount shot their complaints down instantly. “To seduce those we have never met. Even the small folk must look highborn.”
The luggage was a different story; in preparation, they insisted on bringing their best. Every piece of luggage was filled to the brim with court clothes, perfumes, makeup, and small clothes. In total, 20 pieces of various sizes of belongings had to be dragged from their respective rooms. The biggest among them is the size of a pony. All in various colors per their respective houses in the Westerlands and their surroundings
. The 20 pieces are separate from Lord Tywin's luggage.
Lord Tywin's main clothes were tucked nicely and neatly in a red and ornate gold trunk, with golden lions hammered in on top. This trunk was next to another larger pony-sized luggage, which was just as narrow, mainly designed for long war campaigns. It was enough to impress those vain Essosi merchants, so it should be perfect to “seduce” the men and women from “The United States of America”.
whop whop whop whop whop whop
Suddenly, a strange sound emerged from the wind, almost like flapping bird wings. The sound didn’t startle anyone at first, just confused them. Many guards looked around at their fellow guards in confusion.
The men and women of the court muttered among themselves about this strange noise. Even the servants, whose only duty is to obediently serve their lieges, looked to one another for some form of clarification about what was going on.
whop whop whop whop whop whop whop whop
The sound gets louder, creeping up like a lion to prey. Few cover their ears to the sound banging into their brain. Then it's right above them.
Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump
50 feet in the air, gray as steel, ominous in their shape. Two as big as a galley, three as big as large carriages. The wind is moving so fast towards them, it feels as if they will be swept from their feet. Both high and lower born cower in fear. Guardsmen hold their spears ready to strike the beasts. It was pandemonium all around.
“By the Seven…”
“What in the seven hells is that!?”
“Are those dragons?!”
“The dragons have returned, gods save us!”
Lord Tywin Lannister and his brother Kevan hold fast against the raging winds. Examining these strange… “Helicopters”, Lord Tywin remembers them being called as such in the message. They look identical to the insect-like contraptions he saw earlier in the morning above their ships.
The Lions Field, Casterly Rock, 50 feet above, 1200 Hours, Nov 3rd, 2025
Titan-1: “Warrior Control, Titan-1. We have entered our final approach to Lions Field. We see around 35 personnel in total. Maybe more. Vipers, hold tights in circular defense and keep eyes on the field. Over.”
Viper-4: “Copy, Titan-1. Eyes on you. Ready to respond if needed. We’ll keep a close watch as you land. Over.”
Viper-5 : “TItan-1, Viper-5. Elevating another 20 feet. We are in circular defense. Have a visual on the field at all times. No hostels so far. Over.”
Titan-1: “Roger, Viper-5. We’ll touch down and secure the area for Lord Tywin and his party. Harpy-2, Touchdown 20 yards behind. Over.
Harpy-2: “Understood, Titan-1. Following your lead. Over”
Viper-3 : “TItan-1, Viper-3. All clear in the area, we’ll maintain a visible watch while you land. Over.”
With the final checks in hand, Titan-1 and Harpy-2 make their descent slowly to not scare the locals. Watching from his window, the pilot watches as all the other locals, except two, move back a few feet. Must be Lord Tywin and Ser Kevan. He thinks as the pilot makes final checks.
Tywin watched as the flying behemoths of steel smoothly landed 10 yards away. They move as softly as a cloud. What appears to be wheels fold out from under, like opening a book. The one in front is the biggest; judging by its size, it could hold 20 knights. Maybe even their horses and squires as well.
The other was a touch smaller, but more complex with its two stretched-out blades on top. It was hard for the lord to think because of the sound the two “Helicopters” make. It was so loud he could feel it in his chest.
When they finally landed, the noise slowly dwindled. If only it slowed faster, he could hear his brother yell at him or something. As to what it was, he could not say.
Titan-1: “Titan-1 down, engines shutting down. Harpy-2, secure landing and shut down. Vipers maintain perimeter defense.”
Viper-4: “Copy, Titan-1. Holding perimeter. We’ll stay overhead for any possible threats. Over.”
Titan-1: “Roger, Viper-4. Harpy-2. You are clear for the final shutdown. You will be given the go-ahead to start loading up. Quick in and out. Over.”
Harpy-2: “Understood, Titan-1. Shutting down engines. Will wait for orders. Over.
Viper-3: “Vipers in position. We’ll be covering the perimeter until you’re clear. Over.
Titan-1: “Roger, Vipers. All clear on our end. Lowering the amp now. Keep sharp, over.”
Lord Tywin, Ser Kevan, and the group accompanying them watched as the portion of the “Helicopter” presuming the rear end lowered a ramp. Once down, the clanking of footsteps could be heard. He watched as 9 disciplined men, and surprisingly, women, dressed in green and brown clothes, walked down the ramp and towards them. Only to stop 5 yards away from one another.
Eight of them were guards as they had weapons in their hands. They were black at night, it reminded him of a crossbow, but one that seemed to be made entirely of steel. An army that specializes in long-range, a rather peculiar way of fighting war. Tywin thinks as he wonders what these weapons could do, that he didn’t see any blades or shields on these strange soldiers.
The one leading them was interesting. Standing just an inch or two taller than him, most likely a commander of some sort. One thing that he noted was how the man looked.
The leader looked like a native of the Summer Isles, brown skinned. His build was fit, clearly knew how to fight with his bare hands. Combined with how he carries himself with discipline, he is most certainly warrior material. On his uniform, there was a piece with a name on it.
“Green”. Green? Such a queer name for a House to be named after a colour. But of course, these are people from different cultures. The Lord Paramount thinks to himself just as the man in front of him starts to speak.
“I am Captain Jabari Green, part of the 13th Marine Expeditionary Unit. Lord Tywin, I presume?” The man says, walking closer to him with his hand out. Something was strange about him, it was his accent. It was slow, and some parts of his speech were elongated as well. It was quite strange. He reaches his hand out to shake. He has a strong grip.
“That would be correct, Captain. I am Lord Tywin Lannister, Shield of Lannisport and Warden of the West. And this is my brother, Ser Kevan Lannister.” Tywin says, gesturing to his brother. He shakes the stranger's hand as well.
“Might I ask, my good Ser. What accent is that?” Ser Kevan asks the Captain, trying not to be rude.
“Oh, that? Where I am from is called a “Southern Drawl”. I’m from the state of Mississippi. We're known for our thick southern accents.” The man says, smiling. His teeth were white as snow.
“Well, House Green must be a very mighty knightly house of the Myssyssippy.” Ser Kevan tries to pronounce the strangeness of the name. But butchers it.
“Forgive me, Ser Kevan, I am not a knight nor a lord nor is my last name “Green” part of some mighty house of Mississippi. It’s just a last name that has a long history.” The Captain explained rather quickly, he looked down to a piece of metal on his wrist.
“Crap. We have to cut it short, Y’all. Is everyone ready to load up?” He questions the two of them. With a nod, he turns and starts to bark orders to the guards behind.
“Alright! Rodriguez, Tanaka, Krakowski, and Durand. You four help load up Titan-1.” He yells with such strength.
“Rodriguez, Tanaka, Krakowski. Not the kind of names that are common in Westeros, or in Essos either. But I see that one of them has a resemblance to a Dornishman, also…is that a woman? So Lady O’Conner’s is not unique to her people? Very interesting indeed.” Ponders Tywin.
“Marino, Webber, Chaudry, and Parker! You help load up Harpy-2. I want all cargo moved as well as personnel into Harpy-2. On the double, people, I want these birds loaded and ready to go in 5 minutes. Move!” He yells once again.
Hearing the name of one of the Marines, Tywin raises his eyebrow. “Webber? It’s interesting that some of their… bannermen share their name with the house of our grandmother. The others also share names and likeness with people all across Westeros, Essos, and even someone who looks like to be hailed from the faraway Yi Ti. Just what kind of people are they?”
“Yes, Sir!” The eight guards yell in unison. They moved their weapons to their backs and ran with intent. Running and grabbing luggage in unison. Some are not even struggling to lift the heavier ones.
What training do these men and… women go through? Lord Tywin wondered before being talked to by Captain Jabari Green.
“Lord Tywin, would you care to show us which luggage is top priority in loading order?” The Large Captain asked, his eyes just slightly above the Lord's.
“Of course, Captain.” He says with a nod. The three of them, including Lord Tyran, walked over to the two sets of luggage. He points to the ones of the high court, his brothers, and his cousins.
He then points to his own, “I keep some spare clothes down at the Golden Keep at all times, just in case. So I do not need to bring much from Casterly Rock.” As he explains, Captain Green seems curious.
“What about the big one? It's the size of a Black Bear.” The Captain explained. Confused, Lord Tywin decided to leave that alone for now. He was sure that he would figure out what a “Black Bear” was, besides it being just a bear.
“Captain Green, this piece is full of many things from and made by the finest crafters and smiths of the Westerlands. Everything inside is a gift from us to you.” He told him, with pride of a Lannister in each word. “You may want to have some of your men… or women come and lift it. It took four of our guards to lift it. Will your “Helicopters” have any trouble?”
“No, they will not have any trouble. Besides, they are already busy with the other luggage, so I’ll get it.” Captain Green said, jabbing his thumb over to the other pieces of luggage being surrounded and picked up by marines.
The Captain walks over, examines the luggage, and gives a little stretch of his arms. Squats down and wraps his arms around the trunk, and squeezes tightly as he lifts it with no trouble at all. Small brown veins protrude on his forearms, and he walks it over to Titan-1 with ease.
“Gods be good,” Ser Kevan whispers to Lord Tywin with his eyes wide as he watches, “There's a full suit of Armor in that trunk, as well as a longsword. Alone, that trunk must be about 7 Stones!”
“The man might be as strong as the Mountain, my lord!” Lord Tyran chimes in with a whisper, so the strangers don’t hear. “It must be their training. If we can find out what it is, then our soldiers could become just as strong.”
Lord Tywin looks to his cousin, not in disapproval, but in agreement. Learning how these soldiers are bred could give us the upper hand in future wars. He thought to himself.
The Lions Field, Casterly Rock, 12:05 pm, July 26th, 298 After Aegon's Conquest
With Titan-1 loaded with the nobles’ belongings, all that was needed was for them to take their seats. Upon further inspection of Harpy-2, there would not be enough room for anyone to sit, so Harpy-3 has to be called in.
“Lord Tywin, Titan-1 is loaded and ready to go. But we will need to call in Harpy-3 just for personnel. We will have to send Harpy-2 on ahead. Otherwise, we will be good to go”, the big Summer Islander-looking Captain Green said with a smile, “Everyone ready to go?” He said, questioning.
Lord Tywin looked back at the group of Lords and Ladies crowded about the Captain's Marines, they appeared to be examining them and asking questions. Even the servants showed their curiosity as well. “I believe so, Captain Green.” Tywin gestures to Kevan to stop the commotion and get things moving.
As he watched, his brother walked over to the group to restore some order. He wanted to ask the Captain more questions, but a strange sound came from his hip. A small black brick was making noise that sounded almost human.
“Warrior Control to Captain Green. What is your status? Come in.” It was a strange-sounding voice, but a human voice nonetheless. “If you would excuse me, Lord Tywin,” Captain Green said, unclipping the small black brick.
Captain Green walked away from Lord Tywin to answer his radio, “This is Green, go ahead.”
“What is the status update on pickup? Over.”
“We are almost done, we just need to get personnel on Titan-1. Over.” He says, looking back at the Lord and Ladies being directed to their respective aircraft. Lord Tyran and Ser Kevan seem to be discussing something amongst themselves. They seemed very enthusiastic about whatever it was they were saying. “We will need Harpy-3 for the personnel; Harpy-2 is full to the brim with luggage. Over”
“Understood, Captain. Harpy-2 informed us moments ago, and Harpy-3 is on its way. Over.”
“Understood, Warrior Control.”
“Send Harpy-2 on ahead to make room for Harpy-3. Also, Captain Anderson wants to know how things are up there. Over.”
“So far, so good, Warrior Control. We will be loaded up soon. Over.”
“Understood, Captain Green. Warrior Control out.”
The Lions Field, Casterly Rock, 12:13 pm, July 26th, 298 After Aegon's Conquest
After being given the go-ahead, Harpy-2 takes off and makes its way down to the Lannisport Pier to unload her cargo. Within a few minutes after her leaving, Harpy-3 makes her landing in her sister’s spot. Lord Tywin watched as this “new” Harpy landed. He asked Captain Green their official name, and it was quite interesting. Bell Boeing V-22 Osprey, and Harpy was just what he said was a callsign, which is interesting.
Lord Tywin walked up to this “Osprey” just to examine it out of curiosity. He could feel the heat from its “wing blades” slowly getting cooler. On its “hull”, if that's what it is called, has a painting of a Harpy. But her figure is of one found in a whore house in Lannisport. The body of a goddess, covered in feathers, outstretched wings for arms. Sharp eagle talons for feet. The figure is swooping in for some unseen prey. But her face was beautiful, it brought him back to his youth with his wife, who was taken away too early, Joanna.
How could these strangers, an ocean away, know what his beloved looked like? Every detail of this painting reminded him of her, and it made his mind wander about the thoughts of bygone times. Strange, perhaps, but it was likely another coincidence, considering that these people already have names similar to an existing house.
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Cough, cough. Lord Tywin turned to see Captain Green standing nearby. “We're all ready to go, Lord Tywin.” The Captain said, with a bit of curiosity in his voice.
“Of course,” Tywin said. He needed to know a bit more. “Captain, what is this painting called on the hull of this 'Osprey'?"
The Captain looked up at the fuselage of the Osprey. He knew that this one had just been painted before they left Norfolk, but never knew of what. Just the name. “I believe her name is 'Jolene’, Lord Tywin. It’s from a song of the same name, but it also has another meaning. It has its roots in two old languages, Germanic and Hebrew. It means “God is merciful”.
Tywin kept looking at the painting as the Captain talked, taking in every detail. “I see, thank you for this knowledge, Captain.” He says, walking back to Titan-1 to leave for Lannisport. So, the people have one god. Perhaps like those fire worshipers in Essos. The Lord thought as he joined his brother and cousin.
Lingering as the Lord Paramount walked away, Captain Green examined the painting a bit further and put the pieces together. “Rodriguez, do you know who put this on here?” He said to one of the Marines making final checks to the aircraft.
“Uh, no, Sir. I do know that it was painted before we left home. Why?” The Marine was probably 19, turning 20 soon, a young man.
“Because Private,” he let the answer hang in the air, eyes still on the painting, “someone almost gave the goddamn game away. That's why.” He walks away from Harpy-3, no longer smiling. “We take off in 5”.
The Lions Field, Casterly Rock, 12:18 pm, July 26th, 298 After Aegon's Conquest
Loading up both Titan-1 and Harpy-3 was a task you could say if you were to ask one of the Marines. Having to deal with the nobles was the equivalent of herding cats. All except for Lord Tywin, his brother Ser Kevan, and Lord Tyran aren’t listening to their instructions on how to strap the harnesses onto their bodies.
The entitlement is astounding, one of the Marines thought, she was trying to buckle one of the noblewoman in but having trouble with the buckle. The Lady was blessed, as she politely put it. All the while her husband, a Lord of some domain near The Reach, was complaining.
“My word, I feel as if I can barely take in a breath. Are these really necessary, Women?” He said the rudeness was not helping the situation.
“Well Lord Crakehall. It's either that or you walk to Lannisport. Besides, they're there for your protection in case” grunt “anything bad” grunt “were to happen.” She replied, using all her strength to buckle the damned harness, grunting with each stretch. But to no avail, Lady Crakehall’s chest was just too big.
“Alright, Lady Crakehall. Try breathing in once more.” the Marine tells her. The Lady was around her early to mid 30s. She gave a deep breath to give space in, but it was no use. “I’m sorry, Lady Crakehall, I'm sure we have an extension attachment for you somewhere.”
The Lady of Crakehall blushed, “It is alright, my dear. I do admire the effort being put into my well-being.” She gave a smile.
Captain Green climbed aboard behind the Marine, “Everything alright, Private Webber?” He questioned, looking from her to the Lady Crakehall sitting in the wall-mounted seat.
“Not really, Sir, just some…” she paused before she continued, “harness trouble.” She gestured to Lady Crakehall's chest and the harness.
He raised an eyebrow, “I see, we usually keep extensions under the seats in a pouch.” He looked to Lady Crakehall, “If I may, my Lady?” He said, giving that disarming smile of his.
“Of course, Captain.” She says, moving her dress to the side to give him the space to grab the extension he speaks of. All the while blushing like a maid.
The Captain kneels quickly to grab the harness extension, looking away so as not to give Lady Crakehall eye contact. She was a married woman, of course. Upon grabbing the extension, he quickly handed it to Private Webber and made his way up the line to help everyone else. Expressionless.
Webber gave a little shrug, “Shall we try this again, Elvira” she shook her head “I mean Lady Crakehall” She gave a smile. The Lady Crakehall raised an eyebrow to the name mistake, but nodded for her to try again.
Now, with both Titan-1 and Harpy-3 loaded with their respective passengers, Captain Green ordered one of his Marines in Harpy-3 to “explain” what's going to transpire in a few short moments. How some of the equipment works, etc. Captain Green will be doing the same for the nobles in Titan-1.
“Good Afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Captain Jabari Green, part of the 13th Marine Expeditionary Unit.” The Captain says into the mic on his headset.
Each of the nobles’ seats has a built-in headset just above them with a cord to reach. Once they were strapped in, a Marine gave and fitted it to their heads. And given some basic explanation as to how they worked. Many were still shocked to hear the Captain's voice so clearly in their ears.
“Now, before we take off, let me just explain a few details. First, you MUST remain seated the entire flight. Especially if something happens, whether it be turbulence or engine trouble. Second, if you feel sick, that is all right. It happens a lot to first-time flyers. We have given you plastic bags in case that happens. If one of you throws up on the floor, I’ll have to order one of my Privates to clean it. Private Rodriguez, that will be you.”
A young Dornish-looking man, about 5 feet and 8 inches. Sitting a few seats over from Lord Tywin looked at his Captain, Mouth gapes and shocked.
“Hey! What did I do?” He said defensively. The other Marines started to laugh at their fellow compatriots.
“Nothing”, Captain Green said, smiling, “But Private Tanaka has done his puke duty, so it's your turn now. Moving on”
He goes back to his “speech” you could call it, “Now, what you are wearing is called David Clark H10-66 Headset. They are standard issues, if you need something or wish to speak, you will need to click the button of the small picture of a man raising his hand. That button is on the cord of the headset. Then a light will pop up green above you, and one of us will answer. Now, any questions?”
The captain waited for one of them to do what he suggested. Ser Kevan was the first to press it. “Yes, Ser Kevan?” he pointed to the man.
“What is this turbulence?” He questioned. It seemed the other nobles were curious as well.
“Turbulence is basically what happens when the wind moves past the aircraft and shifts how it moves. Causing the aircraft to “bounce” and “jolt” around. ” He decided to give a very short summary, not entirely accurate but good enough.
Ser Kevan was a bit confused but decided to leave it there. “Now I would love to answer more questions, but we need to get going. Once we are ready to lift off, the aircraft will vibrate and make loud engine noises that may be heard in your headset. That is normal. Once in the air, you must stay seated and strapped in. If something is wrong, or there’s an urgent matter, press the red button underneath the man raising his hand on the cable.”
The Captain looked to them all for anything else, but there was none. “Alright. Let's get this show on the road!” He turned to the cockpit..
“We’re good to go to Titan-1.” Captain Green patted the shoulder of one of the pilots with a thumbs-up. One of the pilots returned one as well. With that settled, the Captain took his seat.
As the Captain took his seat, the men wearing the strange helms started to move around and press buttons and flick small levers. Strange, Lord Tywin thought, then with a sudden jolt, the metal hull of the “Helicopter” began to vibrate slowly, then faster and faster. Must be those “engines” the Marines mentioned, the Lord thought to himself.
Titan-1: “Warrior Control, Titan-1. We are taking off now. ETA to Lannisport pier. 5 Mikes. Over.”
Carrier Air Traffic Control: “Titan-1, Warrior Control. Understood. Vipers maintain a defensive pattern on the way down. Over.”
Viper-3: “Copy, Warrior Control. Vipers will maintain a defensive pattern. Over.
The Lions Field, Casterly Rock, 12:22 pm, July 26th, 298 After Aegon's Conquest
With the final checks done, both Titan-1 and Harpy-3 slowly lifted off the ground. The few still on the ground, including Maester Creylen, three to four household guards, and one or two servants. They all watched as the massive hulks of metal lifted higher and higher into the air, just about the same height they were when they arrived.
The bard from Braavos was permitted to stay at the Lions Field to “watch” these events take place. His jaw was finally closed once the metal behemoths moved away in the sky. Subconsciously, he was playing his harp from the moment they began to roar on the ground up to the sky.
Magnificent was the only word that came to the singer's mind. He looked down at his harp and noticed him playing such a sweet, suspenseful, and anticipation-able tone of his new song. The day metal dragons made lions fly.
Pick up team, 5 Minutes to pier, 1225 Hours, Nov 3rd, 2025
Captain Green sat in his seat, as he had done hundreds of times before. The subtle vibrations of the aircraft finally took care of an itch he had on his back that his arms couldn’t reach.
He looked to his fellow Marines, they too were calm. Their training made them so. But the Westerosi, on the other hand, not so much. It was clear that none of them were entirely comfortable with the descent. The rocking of the aircraft already made 3 Ladies and 2 Lords puke into their trash bags. Lord Tyran and Ser Kevan were green in the gills, but keeping their stomach contents in.
Lord Tywin, on the other hand, was fine. He didn’t seem troubled at all by the movements of the aircraft. But it seemed that he was looking out one of the windows. He was on the left side, closest to the door ramp, looking out the windows opposite him. It was facing Casterly Rock. Since it was the first time for him to see it this way, it was understandable for this reaction. Like seeing your home in the most impossible of ways.
Lion’s Sea Step, Pier, 1230 Hours, Nov 3rd, 2025
Kelly, Captain Richard, Maester Lorwell, and Lord Commander Torren waited in front of the massive canopy for the arrival of Tywin Lannister and his party. Thankfully, they didn’t have to wait for long.
whop whop whop whop whop whop
The sound of beating blades in the air was instantly recognisable, especially to the Westerosi natives. The sound will forever be etched into their souls. Some, of course, had the subtle urge to jump behind something sturdy like the Lord Commander did, but it was easy to subside.
The smallfolk no longer surprised by anything at this point that involved these “Americans” they had found them to be called. The word spread fast from the movement of City Watchmen.
The ones who chose to stay at the Market and watch the proceedings were mainly the young. Boys and girls wanted to watch what could only be described as a fairytale. The older ones, though, had decided that it was none of their business to the world of nobility. Only a few stayed behind.
The metal beasts flew above the Market. The wind was blowing unburdened baskets, boxes, and a few fish from the morning's catch away. What was more concerning to the smallfolk marketers was the dust from the cobblestone street. Dried waste, both man and animal, after days of heat and little rain, was blowing onto their product. Making them have to go to the nearest river at day's end and wash the grime off.
Kelly watched as the Titan-1 and Harpy-3 came to a slow hover above the landing indicators. She and the Captain were about 20–25 yards away from Titan-1's landing square.
As they watched the helicopter land, 2 Marines were on opposite ends of them. Side to side, both with very specific tasks. Normally, for this task, a “War Correspondent” would have been brought over to document the proceedings. But this is not exactly “normal” times.
To the left of Kelly, a Marine held a rather large video camera. It was a fully rigged Canon XA60. It was wirelessly connected to the communications canopy, then connected via satellite. The “meeting” portion is to be broadcast to every TV all across the States. To the right, another Marine with a Canon DSLR Camera, just for very high-quality photos. Kelly’s idea, of course. “Need the best quality for the press,” she remembered telling Peter Lynch, the Secretary of State.
The welcoming group watched as the helicopter touched softly on the stone pier, as graceful as a cloud. Engines are winding down slowly. The sound was almost soothing to the ears.
During the “flight down,” as Captain Green called it. Tywin had felt a little discomfort. Not because of the “flight” but at the state of Casterly Rock's defences. Time for a new master at arms, it seems, the Lord Paramount thought to himself as the engines of the helicopter finally came to a stop.
The Captain was saying something about “unbuckling your harness.” Tywin wasn’t paying attention since he had paid close attention to the Marine who had shown him how to put it on and had explained how to take it off. What he was looking at, though, was out the window in front of him.
A group of people, three men and one woman, two of whom he recognized. Maester Lorwell and Lord Commander Torren, who seems to be sober. For the first time in a long time, he was not drunk, he thought to himself as he analyzed the other two. The woman, who could only be Ambassador Kelly O'Conner, was wearing some very fine clothes. At least they seemed to be from where he was. And the man next to him was most likely a commander of some sort. The ship's captain? His uniform was most interesting, wearing all black with bits of white and gold on certain areas.
Something of note about the man was on his hips. On his right was a strange-looking Knife? It was hard to tell, but on his left was a sword. It was fairly skinny, he had seen swords like it before from merchants from Essos. Braavos, to be accurate. Its colour was bronze and gold with a black scabbard.
Before Tywin could examine more, the door to the left started to move and shift open with such strange sounds.
vrrrrrrrr eeeee kkkk sssssshhhhhhhh
“Alright, Lord Tywin, Ser Kevan, and Lord Tyran.” Captain Green greeted them before exiting the helicopter. He looked to Lord Tywin, “Before we exit, is there anyone else you would like to bring to join you in the preceding with Miss O’Conner?” The big man said, looking back at the other Lords and Ladies, slowly getting up from their seats.
“Who from your country will we be talking with?” Tywin questioned while taking another look through the window, “Besides Lady O’Conner, I mean.”
Captain Green followed his eyes out the window, “Oh, that would be Captain Richard Webb. He commands the USS Savannah. Nice guy.”
Taking that into consideration, Tywin makes his choices. “Yes, Maester Lorwell, and Lord Commander Torren, Lord Tyran's son. And two or three servants.”
The Captain reached for his “radio”, the name that Tywin had just found, and repeated his request to the other person. Satisfied, he put the radio away. “Alright, we are good to go. If you, Ser Kevan, and Lord Tyran could follow me.” He said, gesturing.
“And as for everyone else, the ambassador has an idea in mind for what they can do during the proceedings.” He said, taking a few steps out of the helicopter. Tywin raised an eyebrow at this, but went along anyway out of curiosity.
Kelly watched as Captain Green ushered the nobles and their retainers out of the helicopter. Many are clearly on the verge of or going to throw up. She gestured to the cameras not to capture any of that. For optics’ sake.
But the men of the hour walked towards them. Leading them, of course, was Captain Green, walking with confidence as the eyes of America were watching. Lord Tywin Lannister was behind them, leading his brother Ser Kevan and cousin, Lord Tyran. Unsurprisingly, the three men were ringed by another four men. Two Lannister guardsmen and what appear to be two servants, one male and the other female. They both appear to be holding something.
Huh. He's holding salt and bread. And she's holding a flagon of wine and. Is that cheese? Must be for their “guest rights” practice.
Washington, D.C. 12:30 pm, Nov 3rd, 2025
With the announcement that the official introductory proceedings would be televised nationwide, the country as a whole is in a flurry of excitement.
The Oval Office was, well, for once, quiet. Seth had woken up later than usual to read up on the new proposals for the country. Just so happens, he is reading such proposals. Leaning forward in his chair, coffee in hand. Robusta, two creams, and one and a half sugar. The way his adoptive mother used to drink it.
Knock knock
“Come”
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He looked up from his work. It was his aide, John Malkovoy and Cling clank is accompanied by Echo. Thumb bump The dog runs over to Seth almost jumping up to his friend but puts his front paws on the arm rest and starts to lick his arm.
“Ha ha. Alright boy. Alright. I have your treats,” Seth reaches into one of the drawers and pulls out a bone-shaped cookie, “hear you go, boy!” He tossed it in the air, and Echo jumped and caught it in his mouth.
Still wagging his tail, Echo makes his way to his doggie bed and sits down.
Cough, cough. John fakes a cough to get the puppy love-infused president's attention. “Mr. President, the proceedings in Lannisport are about to begin. The JCS, Secretary Lynch, Secretary Moss, and Director Bandhu are in the Situation Room as we speak.”
Seth looks up from Echo slobbering at the new treat, “Very well.” He stands up, gulping the rest of his coffee, and follows John to join the Joint Chiefs of Staff and Cabinet members. Leaving Echo to his treat.
Looking up from his toy to see he is alone, Echo walks over and jumps into his friend's very important chair. He sits in it like the king of the K9s, with bits of dog treat on his lips. Looking down at the desk to see what his friend was reading. Of course, he couldn’t make out the words, but he would always try to.
“Echo! Come on, boy!” A voice yelled to the concentrating dog. Clink clink It was John, ushering him with his leash for his afternoon walks. He always takes him on a walk when Seth doesn't have the time too. Which seems more and more now, but Echo doesn't mind. At least he gets to see Seth off to his meetings.
Echo leaps off the chair and trots towards the aid, but first goes back for his treat to finish.
Still on the desk were the proposals that Seth was looking at. The two that were receiving the most attention in Congress at the moment. Technological Outflow Limits Act (TOLA) and Education Overhaul Act (EOA).
President Seth and his aide made their way into the Situation Room. The room is almost filled to the brim with people. Taylor Sutton, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, was closest to the door when the president was ushered in.
“Attention, the commander in chief has arrived!” He jolts up for the President, the others do as well. Seth looks around the room, satisfied with who's there. He gestures for them to sit.
“At ease, Taylor. What did I miss?” He questions the room while looking at the TV screens on the wall. The left screen has live news coverage of the scene at Lannisport. The right, the same, but unfiltered.
“They just landed a few moments ago, Sir. Now the interesting part is about to begin.” The Secretary of Defense, a middle-aged man of fifty-three, replied, his Persian accent faint but still present. The man’s left fingers pressed to his prominent cheekbones, his elbow resting on the wooden table. He studied the screen, his old eyes soaked in the Lannister Guards escorting Lord Tywin.
Aaron A. Moss, formerly Arash Ibrahim Mousavi. He went from a refugee of the Islamic Revolution to a Corporal in the Arizona National Guard, then climbing his ranks in the Army before his retirement as a General, until he became the Secretary of Defense, many have questioned his appointment due to not being an American-born citizen, but Seth remains firm that Aaron has what it takes for.
Seth takes his seat at the end of the table and joins in on the viewing. The reporter finished some facts he had never caught. He rubbed a scar above his left eye, still bothering him after all these years. A simple bar fight during his college days. He doesn't like to think about it that much anymore.
Kelly watched as Lord Tywin and his brother and cousin took a few final steps away from her and stopped. The other lords and ladies who came with him about 20 yards back. Waiting for their lord's approval or disapproval. All the while, the cameras recorded and reported live hundreds of miles away.
Might as well get started, Kelly said to herself. She made her way towards Tywin as professionally as she could. “Lord Tywin,” She said with a smile, “my name is Kelly O’Conner, Ambassador to the United States of America.” Her hand was open for a handshake, he obliged her offer. His hand was firm, but smooth.
“You would be correct, my lady.” He says, as he leans down and kisses her hand in a kind gesture. Rising back, “I am indeed Tywin Lannister, the Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West, Shield of Lannisport. And it is a pleasure to finally meet you, Lady O’Conner.” He says, giving what seems to be a subtle smile.
She removes her hand from his and gestures for Captain Richard to come over. “And this is Captain Richard Webb of the USS Savannah. He will be joining us today.” The Captain gives Lord Tywin a subtle nod and reaches to shake his hand. “Lord Tywin, it is a pleasure. We have heard so much about you from Maester Lorwell. We hope the drone we sent didn’t scare anyone too much, at least.”
“Not at all, Captain, not at all.” Tywin turns sideways to do his introductions, “This is my brother, Ser Kevan. And this is my cousin Lord Tyran Lannister, the Lord of Lannisport.” He looks to the other two Westerosi with the “Americans”. “I see you have met his son, Lord Commander Torren Lannister.”
“Indeed, we have, besides a misunderstanding earlier. He has been a great help to us in this city.” Kelly looked to address Lord Tyran, “And I must say, Lord Tyran. Lannisport is absolutely beautiful. It reminds me of a city called Dubrovnik, which is a port city in a country called Croatia. My Husband and I went on our honeymoon. Few differences here and there, but identical.”
Flattered by this, Lord Tyran gave her a big smile of gratitude. “Why, thank you, my Lady. I wish to go to this “Croatia” one day and see its beauty.”
Hearing that, Kelly and Captain Richard shared a look, a look of unease. “Is everything alright?” Ser Kevan questioned. They both looked back at them, their faces almost grim.
“Well, you see, Lords and Ser. It might be best to explain everything inside.” Kelly explained and gestured to the ornate canopy behind them. The Lannister banner and the American flag were draped for all to see.
“Very well, and the other nobles?” Tywin questioned and looked at the other twenty or so waiting patiently.
Kelly gives a little smile, “We actually have an idea, if it is alright with you.” She turns to one of the Marines standing by the Cameraman broadcasting. “Staff Sergeant, if you would be so kind.” She gives the young man.
Tywin watches as this young man walks up with a sense of urgency.
“Yes, Ma’am?”
“Lord Tywin. This is Staff Sergeant Jeremy Moore. He and the XO on the Savannah will happily give our group of Lords and Ladies a tour of the ship. Then show them to the dining hall for lunch.” She gestures to the massive steel ship anchored to the pier. “Would that suffice?”
Tywin had a moment to think on this. Taking the Lords and Ladies of my court hostage? No. Why would they need to? Seems though, these Americans are trying to gain some favor from the lower lords. Smart. Smart indeed. “I believe it will, my Lady.”
Kelly, with a smile, gestures for the Staff Sergeant to begin his “tour”. Looking back to Tywin with her smile on display. Turns sideways and gestures for the men to the canopy.
“Shall we begin?”