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The Premier rises from his seat again seeing that everyone is already starting to focus on the main structure of the organization he decides its best to move on to that.
"Alright everyone it seems like we have a general consensus a general council and a security council and the security council should be composed of the nations here present. Now the question is should we have some basic rules that all nations must agree to if they want to join the Aelstun UN?" He waits to see if anyone has thoughts
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"We must have harsh economic sanctions as powers to keep certain nations in line. We must use our combined might of our markets to subdue any trouble makers." Doga added.
An announcement blares from the Drakonarian Protectorate Army Headquarters
"Please be advised help has arrived courtesy of the Drakonarian Socialist Aid Initiative. Please come to the Protectorate Army HQ where our good soldiers will be handing out bags of healthy nutritious food of all citizens free of charge. Remember to thank them when you see them and remember Elybia will not go hungry so long as you remain under the dragons wings."
The announcement voice stops and soldiers with no guns on their backs but carrying large bags of food come out of the headquarters awaiting the line of people that will begin to form.
Prime Minister Mincharvys replied "I propose that shall a nation seek to join, they should send an application with the statement that they accept the obligations of the Charter. The Security Council shall review the application, and if the Security Council accepts it, it shall recommend that the nation become a member of the organization"
Outside of the headquarters, a line of hundreds of people are formed. Around ten Police officers patrols the area to make sure that any scuffles between the people and the soldiers doesn't occur
"I agree the question at this point remains what are the obligations of the charter. We need to create them before we present them to the rest of the world."
The soldiers remain orderly smiles on their faces as they hand out food to the Elybians. Some try to make small talk as they hand it out but most stay generally quiet wanting to keep the line moving so as many people get food as possible.
In nations across Elybia scenes like this are playing out Drakonarian soldiers with bags of food lined up outside their barracks giving them to any Elybian who comes.
The delegate shakes Mr Golzalez's hand and is a bit worried about his leader as he had been having some difficulties moving and some health issues but stays professional "Let's get onto our work and look the current and future relations between the GMR and Paralogica"
while listening he feels a small pain in his chest and touches his pocket and is shocked that he can't find his medicine. He raises his hand to get the attention of the Premier of Drakonaris "Premier, may I possibly talk to you in private please?"
The premier excuses himself from the room politely and steps outside to talk to the People's General
SavonirBviskanBrivenDalek-EmpireGreater Military RuleCiphage
Mikhal Got up to speak once more, "In the course of Aelstun's history, we have seen blatant violations of rights, dignity, and freedoms. For too long the people of the world only had a few protectors in the form of the global socialist bloc. Now we must decide here as the old guardians of Aelstun if we shall protect the rights of all beings no matter the species." He declared.
"I propose we use the general assembly and the security counsel to enforce our declaration economically and militarily."
"Premier, i have forgotten my medicine for my heart problems that its deformity is causing and i need someone to get in contact with my personal doctor to get the medicine here" He starts getting a small headache and starts feeling dizzy. "Also, do you have something that can slow my heart down soo cause," he lets the Premier put his hand on his chest and his heart is starting to pump faster with each minute "if it doesn't slow down it might collapse on itself and completely stop beating, please do it as quickly as possible." He sits down on the bench as he slowly starts feeling sick.
Anercia Hosts the United Nations Summit!
Valesord News Network
"Good morning and welcome back to VNN, the recent meeting between the powers of Aelstun successfully produced a new charter that will be unveiled today in Valesord. The summit will be attended by all nations of world, with even a temporary lift on the Elybian Travel ban for their new princess to visit." The video cuts to a footage of a military parade being conducted in Valesord. "In time with the Alliance Wargames, Internationale Officers and war equipment were moved to the capital to show the world the might of the Internationale." Then cuts to a more peaceful image of hundreds of thousands of citizens and foreigners attending the event. "While some of the attendees watch the tanks, most came to watch the endless precession of presidential motorcades. Security has been tighten due to the amount of people coming from so many countries to watch." - "We will update you on the ground once the summit starts. And now onto economy."
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Back in Alinor
Mikhal met up with the Premier after the conference, "Hey lets catch the train before it leaves us," He said. Drakonaris
Aid to the Elybians
To help ease tensions and help with humanitarian relief in the country Elybia, Vice President Aleksander Finn authorized the issuing of 20 Million Rose Pesos worth of bonds from the treasury to the Elybian Royal Treasury. This cash injection will be used by the Elybian Government however they see fit to help stabilize their country. To help them more immediately, the nation of Paralogica's was contacted with a deal to ship 45 millions pound of rice and seeds to the nation of Elybia as food aid for a 100 Million Rose pesos.
Paralogica
A radio message is sent to the People's General's doctor requesting the medication immediately and a boat was sent to rendezvous with the doctor to bring it back quicker. In the meantime a messenger is sent to the Alinor central hospital and heart medication is brought. The Premier goes back into the room for the closing of the conference but gives excuses for the People's General's absence so he has the time to take his medicine and be stable until his doctor arrives.
Drakonarian officers who have already been coordinating the aid effort take the food and begin to distribute it making sure people are getting it equally and those who haven't gotten any yet are getting priority. Drakonarian ships ensure shipments of currency and food arrive and secure the route between Jesrurix and Elybia so there will not be problems with transporting further payments on the bonds.
Paralogica
Agreed the premier stands to give the final address to the conference
"Thank you everyone who was here today. I just want to say how much of an important step this was for all of us. With this charter complete we will be positioned to lead and guide the world in the new united nations and should this summit go well we will usher in a new era of peace and understanding across all of Aelstun. Please come to Valesord where my good friend President Doga will be hosting the summit where we will be presenting the charter to the world and hold the first plenary session of the new UN for the nations who choose to join."
The Premier stands and his aides escort the leaders out before he and President Doga go towards the train. Premier Poole sends a message to one of his generals in Elybia to let Enjel know she can come if she wants to travel with us.
In Elybia the admiral of the DRS Ancalagon loans out a escort cruiser which will deliver Enjel to Drakonaris. Once she arrives in Drakonaris a motorcade with the Deputy Commissar for Foreign Affairs delivers her to the train station at the foot of the mount Alinor. When she gets to the train station Premier Poole and President Doga are there to greet her. "Good to see you Princess" the Premier says "we meet in person at last" the Premier comes up to shake Princess Enjel's hand.
"Good day. Please, just call me enjel, sir"
enjel says while bowing 90 degrees. She isn't a fan of people being formal with her, but she is always formal with other people
"Of course Enjel" the Premier smiles indulgently "You don't need to bow to me in Drakonaris no one bows." The Premier motions for the President and Princess to follow as they board the train that just entered the station. their respective guards follow them to ensure security and as they sit down the train is off magnetic rail propelling it fast across the Drakonarian countryside. As they all get comfortable the Premier turns to his two counterparts waiting to see what either of them have to say.
Enjel looks around, amazed and awestruck by what is from her point of view advanced technology
"This.. this is so different from elybia's metal snakes"
As Doga gets comfortable, ordering a glass of brandy for himself, partaking in puffs from his cannabis vaporizer. His body feels calmed down and his mood elevated, the cannabis loosens his mouth. "Princess I have yet to make your acquaintance, and i'm sorry for your mothers passing." He holds out his hand to shake hers.
"Indeed our rail lines were one of the earliest internationale joint projects and as I am sure President Doga can attest they took substantial investment from both our governments. Nevertheless they allow us to travel across our nations at a fraction of the usual time with standard rail." Then he hears what President Doga said and chimes in " Indeed Enjel much aggrieved about your mother it was a real tragedy and I know that my people will ensure nothing like that happens again"
"Zia... mui was a kind leader... yes, her past self wasn't really a good person.. but she did what she could to protect not only me, but also the the people... she only wanted to see the people smile... yet there was people who didn't want to see her Alive..."
Enjel says with a grieving tone
[spoiler=Paralogica Message]Garland nods. "Yes, think of it as an iron carriage that runs on a fixed path. It's much faster than an actual carriage, though you guys seem to power your carriages' through magik. Perhaps you could make use of the technology we use to make trains and apply your magik to it... You know what, I think I know exactly how our nations could benefit one another."
He takes out a pen and notebook from his suit's blazer and begins writing something while he speaks. "I'm writing down the specifics here as we speak, but in short, what I was thinking is that we could share some of our technologies with you, especially in the way of transportation and urban infrastructure, and in return, Lastus McKinnon could share knowledge with Paralogica concerning magik. Maybe we could even implement magik education in select schools within our highly coveted education system..."
He stops speaking and looks back at Alice. "Forgive me. I got carried away. Do you have any questions?"
Meanwhile, Petty Officer Randal watched the diplomatic interaction, still unsure of why he was there. He had no experience with politics at all, and he had barely interacted with Ambassador Garland before this. With this being the case, why did the Ambassador personally ask him to assist him here? Either way, he looked to Alice to see what her response would be to what the Ambassador had just said.[/spoiler] Paralogica
Alice looks at Garland somewhat blankly before regaining her composure.
"That seems like an interesting deal. Though I can't say your people will be able to wield Magik, we would be more than happy provide the materials to study it. We can also provide Lastin Crystals and Lastin Wands, which would help you to harness Magik and use it in your technologies. All we ask is that you would do the same with us. Share the materials to study these technologies you speak of. Oh, and we would be willing to provide professors to your nation to help you in the learning process!"
Alice smiles toward Garland and his companion as she awaits to hear their thoughts.
She swiftly adds: "I'm also happy to answer questions you may have!"
"Yes Enjel I fear that was so" The Premier says sympathetically "There will always be people who want to see you hurt or to see you fail no matter how kind you are so its all the more important to know who your friends are" the Premier puts a hand on Enjel's shoulder comfortingly for a moment before going back to his normal position and taking a drink of water from a glass that one of his aides had put next to him.
"I hope for a better more peaceful future with your administration Princess, will you open your country to Anercians as we have helped you during your current famine?" He asked enjel.
As the scenery of Drakonaris rushes by anyone who is looking out the window can see the districts on small hills standing above the surrounding area each are the size of small towns but filled with apartment buildings rather than single family homes and surrounded by parks and wild meadowlands. Connecting these districts are rivers where motorboats zip back and forth like cars on a highway. Aside from the meadowlands there are the campuses of universities marble buildings with wide columns and domed roofs where students walk between classes and sit at tables eating and studying. Many large areas are covered with wind turbines and solar panels that dot the plains supplying power to the surrounding districts. Farms can also be seen built into the hills where there are no districts in a terrace style farming wheat corn fruits and vegetables.
"Currently, I alone do not have the authority to make that decision, as I am officially not crowned yet, but fa is in the elysium order, so I could see If I can convince him to convince the others to lift the ban on you and your people"
"I hope so, those bond payments might be canceled if he doesnt." he explained. "But enough of that. What will you plan to do when you're crowned?"
a radio message is send back with clear instructions. find a way to slow his heart while the medicine is being delivered and a small detachment of the leaders personal guard named the Red Armed Dragons is sent to take him home.
"I will start by ending the famine in elybia. After that, I will focus on elybia's internal and external security"
"A strong plan Enjel to that end I was wondering what your thoughts were on long term food infrastructure for Elybia. We can sell you supplies and extend you loans should you wish to build or rebuild farms to be completely food self sufficient or we can make deals for consistent imports so you always know you will be getting a specific amount of food and how much you need to pay. Either way I hope with our governments working so closely together over the next few weeks we can make the arrangements necessary to end this terrible famine and ensure it does not happen again." The Premier waits to see Enjels reply taking a sip from his glass and looking out the window again.
Two elven females approaches a Drakonarian soldier. One of The elven females then speaks while the other translates
"Hello. My name is Rophalin Gilsandoral. I and My friend who are translating my words for you have come to request permission to form a small temporary military in the elven kingdom. Almost every night, the goblins have entered the nation of humanity and have started to kill, maim and.. force themselves on the woman, and with our current equipment, we are near powerless to help the humans"
Enjel thinks for a while, then replies
"To ensure that food can not be used as a bargain chip against elybia by any nation, the best option is to make sure that elybia can produce its own food without foreign aid. Tho, this can not be done without first rebuilding the farms that was BURNED down by jesrurix motorised dragons during the 3rd elybian civil war"
"Of course, and it sounds like you will have the funds to begin doing that with Jesrurix's bonds. Tell you what, we will loan you the funds you need to begin the project and start immediately and sell you the equipment and materials needed to repair it at a discount. You can repay us with the money from the bonds and once our loans are fully repaid you will have full ownership over the farms. So by the end of this arrangement you will have permanent control over your own food supply."
"Get yourself to safety mam we'll handle the goblins" the soldier says radioing his comrades already near the area on patrol. He then goes to let his garrison commander know and within 10 minutes a unit of 50 soldiers are armed ready and driving/running out of the fort towards the town.
By that point the patrol of 10 rangers will have already arrived at the town and now hide in the tree cover picking off goblins with their rifles and radioing the main force to let them know the goblins exact position.
As the goblins are being killed of by the Drakonarian soldiers, the humans starts retreating, and evacuating the most vulnerable people, like women and children, to elfyma. Once having evacuated everyone who needs evacuation, the men takes up arms and starts patrolling the border
In another town in the nation of humanity, the humans, along with several dark elves guards are putting up a fierce resistance, but.. the goblins eventually get the upper hand, killing most of those resisting. A flare is shot up in the air in a desperate attempt to beg for help
"It's a deal then?"
*enjel say while holding her arm out*
The rangers help the people in the village they freed patrol the border and upon seeing the flair from the other village send a message to the troops telling them to divert there and stop that assault.
Already nearing the area where the villages are the troops are able to divert quickly to meet the new threat and within a few minutes Drakonarian infantry are swarming the town and killing any goblins that do not surrender on sight. Once the town is secure they call in medics from the base to treat the injured and begin patrolling the surrounding area to ensure there are no goblins lurking nearby.
For the next few weeks or until the locals say they feel safe each town has a garrison of 10 soldiers and regular patrols go through the areas to ensure the goblins don't come back.
"Yes" the premier says firmly grasping Enjels hand and shaking it heartily. Now he turns to the President "Any news from the north my friend? While we are speaking of deals is there any way we can assist you right now?"
Constant Headaches. Mikhal replied simply. He sighed, nursing his brandy to sooth his pain, Terrorists coming from the mountains and a serious challenge to my powers were declared. You must know about him? Antov Sutherland, the b*stard kills one bloody officer and now he's a hero? He rants but stops himself short.
And most disturbing of all, there are rumors that the anarkists are planning to have a strike on all the cannabis farms. One shudders at the thought. He sips his glass of half empty brandy
"They have bombed civilian centers and attacked our supply convoys, these people wish to revive a once dead nation that no longer exist in their history. If they don't sue for peace with us then we will eradicate them." He responded.
"Surely you could be the ones to make the first offer towards peace" the premier interjects "a show of force followed by an offer of amnesty if they lay down their arms and come to the negotiating table could be enough to end the fighting at least temporarily and give you a chance to talk and a chance to listen" the Premier says looking meaningfully at his counterpart.
"Try some diplomacy. Talk with their leader, and try to find a compromise. Only when all other options are used up should you think of Eradication. I wouldn't be surprised it was you who ordered the purge on the Socialist party in elybia"
Enjel says with a clear and serious tone of voice
"I don't know what you're talking about, but it is unfortunate that a fellow socialist party has been destroyed." He gave his condolences.
"Anyways. You should try to reach a compromise with these said terrorist. Yes, most people don't want to "negotiate with terrorists" but if you want to make sure they don't take more innocent lives, and make sure more of them don't pop up, a compromise is, in my humble opinion, the best option currently"
"Yes, a compromise." He looks out of the window to observe the countryside rushing past him. The train ride became silent for half an hour before Mikhal turned to the premier. "I heard that you're having problems within your own party, some rumblings here and there. Are they true?"
In the government building, the elysium order is holding a meeting, discussing how to ensure that tapko won't Try to take over elybia now that goldia is dead
"I agree, but how do you expect us to defeat a god? The moment he sees us as a threat, he will just snap us out of existence"
A dark elf stands up and replies
"There is one way, but... it will require a sacrifice. The three gates leading to elysium, if destroyed, will not only weaken tapko, but also make him unable to travel to aelstun"
A old looking elf interrupts the dark elf
"But that would mean elybia's next generations won't be able to travel to elysium either!"
He says
"We don't have any other choice! If we don't do this, tapko will one day destroy aelstun!... I suggest that we let the people vote on it. Agreed?"
*everyone looks at each other, then reluctantly agrees*
Ships, bearing the flag of Tinbya Sierjan as well as a smaller white flag below them are sighted near the coast of Jesrurix. The small group appears to consist of one light cruiser and two corvettes, with the light cruiser having 'TPDF Tirpitz' written on the side of it, with the two corvettes only appearing to be an escort for the larger ship. With the light cruiser broadcasting a message over radio:
"This is the TPDF Tirpitz, we are a diplomatic envoy bound for Valesord, Anercia. We come for the purpose of the message sent by Drakonaris on the Aelstun United Nations charter, we bring with us a person of high importance who has come for this very purpose."
The radio message repeats about 2 minutes after it finishes, as the ships continue moving along near the coast the light cruiser slows it's speed and the destroyers do the same. It appears they are looking for a port or some other ship they can communicate with, some individuals on deck of the light cruiser using binoculars to try to help look for a port.
As soon as they entered the nautical border of Anercia, fighter jets could be seen overhead, tailing the group of warships further inside. A response was finally given as the Tirpitz was contacted, Copy that Tirpitz, your docking is authorized at the Lenshaven Joint Naval Base, control out.
Tinbya Sierjan
In the elysium order hq, the member are having a meeting about the gates to elysium
"ELYSIUM IS OUR HOMELAND! W-WE CAN'T JUST DESTROY THE GATES!"
a orc shouts, clearly angry
"WE WHERE BANISHED FROM OUR HOME! TAPKO HATES US! AND HE SHOWED THAT BY BANISHING US!"
A dwarf shouts back
"It doesn't matter what we feel about it.. the people have voted, and a large majority is in favor of destroying the gates. The gates will be destroyed, it is the only way..."
A old looking elf says with a saddened voice. Everyone looks at each other. They all don't want to destroy the only way to their home, but they know that they have to to protect the people of aelstun
"This is the TPDF Tirpitz, we will be docking shortly" After this announcement, the ship would move closer to the Lenshaven Joint Naval Base and begin to prepare for docking, with it's escort now trailing behind it.
Once the TPDF Tirpitz would dock, the chancellor along with a small escort of armed individuals with rounded helmets and armor covered in small hexagonal plates would disembark from the Tirpitz. The Chancellor would look around the port, both for someone to meet with and to get his first look at the nation with the armed escort of four following behind.
"Not problems persay or at least nothing my trusty deputy cannot quickly resolve" the Premier says breezily seeming unconcerned but eager to move on from the subject.
"Look out the window it seems we are approaching Northpoint the technological capital of Drakonaris my friends, a wonder to behold"
Out the window the city rushes by. Skyscrapers into the clouds and elevated trains that seem to zoom past buildings at incredible speed can be seen as the train slows to a stop. The city seems far less green than Alinor was, a veritable sea of glass and steel especially higher up. People walk on the streets at ground level in wide plazas lined with trees.
As the train stops people gather to see the travelling leaders. The security clears a path for the leaders as they prepare exit the train. The Premier turns to his counterparts and gestures out the now open door "shall we?" he says.
He walks out with him and waves to the crowd.
Death of Emilo Carola
On a visit to his extended family in Reinsbank, a young Emillo Carola was found washed up on the bank of the Volgs River. His body was badly beaten, examiners say within an inch of his life, and his neck tied to a tire so he could sink in the river. As the process of death sets in, his corpse begins to bloat with noxious gases, his flesh beginning to rot away. Police reports indicated that his familys home was broken into and was kidnapped, chained to a truck and dragged for miles to the site of the river. Suspects were two valish men bragging around the town and went in for questioning. When they were asked why did it, they responded, That red-skinned boy? Cus he pissed me off thats why. Talking all big and loud like, they needs to learn they lesson or else they get uppity. One Gran Turner said to the detectives, his accomplice, Ren Turner, also confirmed that he helped with the crime. They will await trial in a few weeks.
A funeral was held and the Reinsbank Red Church was packed with reporters and attendants. His mother allowed the press to take photos of the bloated beaten body, They need to know what they did to my son! She said sobbing in front of his open casket. It was the talk of the nation for weeks, sparking a new conversation on Scarlettan rights and how society treats them. But conservative newspapers and leaders dismissed the death claiming that it, Didnt really matter, who cares if some snot nosed brat is dead? We need to look at more important issues, like the OMDC threat on the horizon. Conservative Chairman of the Juntist Party Winster Magnus commented. The other parties gave their condolences and even the President came to the church to pay respects.
A week after, protests and demonstrations began to amp up gradually, first a few hundred activists, then thousands, then tens of thousands. Organizations such as the NASR (National Association for Scarlettan Rights) have been rounding up people to join the protests. A prominent member and former Commander of a scarlettan unit, Harven Lutherburg, gave speeches throughout the nation and organized marches. We fought and bled, together not as valish or scarlettan, but as brothers and sisters against the tide of tyranny! I ask Mr Doga and Mr Winster of the UAP, are we not men? Are we not brothers? Did we not take arms in common struggle to free our chains? Please, we ask for your support because we all here are Anercian, and we all deserve our freedoms. And live in a nation where we are not judged by the color of our skin, or our birthplace, but by content of our Characters. He spoke on a podium in Valesord Central Park, with Hundreds of thousands of people cheering
on.
State Changes
+Civil Rights Protests
Tinbya Sierjan
(Continuing the previous thread with Drakonaris)
There is a silence before one of the members raises his hand.
The Vice President nods. "Member Hasashi from Inaka, you may speak."
Hasashi stands up. "Alright, I can't be the only one who's averse to the thought of Paralogica taking loans from a foreign nation, right? Why do you guys think we went through with the Twenty Year Plan anyway?! I sat through the entire process of the creation of the New Federation and have watched as our government has micromanaged every aspect of the economy, and while that was painful to watch, this is even worse! Paralogica has done just fine without foreign money!"
One of the other members stands up. "Come on, don't be ridiculous."
The Vice President interrupts. "Member Reginald from Antonio, please wait your turn."
Reginald keeps speaking. "No, these Corpos don't grasp just now much Paralogica needs this. True, the Twenty Year Plan has revitalized the Paralogican economy from the decrepit state it was once in, but that was just the first step. If the government does not continue to tend to the economy with new and more impactful methods, then it will go back to how it was. Part of that is making deals with foreign nations and taking our rightful place in the international economy. Paralogica has much to offer the world and much this deal will be crucial in setting Paralogica up for success on the world stage. And don't act like we couldn't use the loan either. The Twenty Year Plan revitalized the economy and our infrastructure, but there are still parts of the nation, like my State of Antonio, which are still relatively underdeveloped."
Hasashi chuckles. "Oh please, you Antonians only have yourselves and Founding Party to blame. If they hadn't set the states up with varying autonomy, you Antonians wouldn't have the wiggle room to screw up your budgeting as bad as you have. If we all had the lax autonomy of my State of Inaka, that wouldn't be a problem."
Reginald shakes his head. "Don't act like you Inakans haven't taken advantage of your Level 4 autonomy to give corporations the room to exploit employees. You guys are the reason the government is so strained to reign in corporations. If only every state had to obey laws like Aquaria, we wouldn't-"
The Vice President bangs a gavel until everyone is silent. "Please, you guys are High Chamber Members, I think we're past the point of having trouble taking turns to talk. Does anyone have any relevant questions for the Ambassador?"
Another Member raises her hand.
Vice President Ishida nods. "Member Joy from Aquaria, you may speak."
Joy looks at the Ambassador. "Before we debate on the loan, I need to know. In general, how would you describe the Drakonarian economy, and the state of your labor conditions?"
High above elybia, a mighty dragon patrols the sky. It is bedsfa, the Last elysium native born dragon Alive. Bedsfa swoops down and lands in town center, letting out a mournful roar.
The former King of elybia, Gerald, approaches bedsfa
"Bedsfa. It is unusual to see you outside of the castle"
Gerald says
"I needed to get out for a bit.. to mourn master's death.."
Bedsfa says in a mournful and angry voice
"Goldia's death has affected us all... I know you miss her a lot"
Gerald says
Enjel follows them closely. She looks around in awe, completely amazed by the what is in her sight
"This place is so cool. I wonder if the elybian people would like it if I started building more modern buildings"
Hearing the sound of a mournful roar two dragons fly down to see whats going on their riders try to urge them back into the air but as a look passes between the dragons and their riders they understand and radio command to let them know their missions will be slightly delayed.
People wearily move out of the town square as two more mighty dragons land one with scales dark ruby red and another a smaller one scales white and glittering in the sunlight like freshly fallen snow. The riders jump off and let their dragons go ahead as they approach Gerald "Apologies for the intrusion on what is obviously a personal moment, one of the riders says. Our dragons saw this one in distress and wanted to come as is I am sure clear we could do very little to stop them. Dragons are empathetic creatures sir and even our battle dragons want to come if they hear cries of their kinsmen. I have not seen this type before and she seems quite ancient, tell me sir, where does she hail from?"
The dragons meanwhile have approached Bedsfa and are attempting to comfort her nuzzle her with their large scaly snouts and speaking to her in their own tongue "Greetings ancient one, we offer our respects and condolences on the death of your mistress. We will mourn with you if you will have us."
The ambassador stands silently observing the debate occasionally pausing to jot down notes on his pad before looking up again. Upon hearing the question he smiles quietly pleased at the chance to talk about his nation.
"Drakonaris is a highly industrialized nation and our economy reflects that. Because of the unparalleled technical education offered by our universities our students are prepared to go into the workforce and innovate helping us continue to lead the world in IT, Medicine, and biotechnology as we have ever since the economic transformations of the glorious revolution. Labor conditions have never really been a problem for us since the workers set their own conditions. Every industry is run democratically by elected workers councils which set safety standards and distribute profits. Nobody lives on those profits though since basic needs are provided by the government. Its a quite ingenious system really. we are quite proud of it." The ambassador seems to puff out his chest a bit like a dragon in mating season as he finishes his speech.
He looks around the room trying to see what the peoples reactions are.
Paralogica
Post self-deleted by Elybia.
She hail from elysium. Thousands of years ago, I found her half dead, impaled by a devine sword. I took her back to the castle and healed her up. Ever since then, she has sworn to stay by my family's side"
Gerald says
Seeing other dragons, who she thought was long extinct, causes bedsfa to let out a loud, but happy roar
"It has been so so long since I last saw another dragon... I thought I was the last alive.."
Bedsfa says in a ancient dragons voice
"It is an honor to have such an ancient and powerful beast to guard your family" one of the riders says "It was a good thing you did in saving her so long ago"
The dragons are pleased that their presence seems to alleviate the grief in the elder dragon they do look curiously hearing what Bedsfa is saying "you thought you were the only one of your kind?" they ask curiously "What happened to the others?"
Anercian-Seanya Treaty
Between rigorous talks between the diplomatic organs of both nations has resulted in a generous and lucrative deal for both sides. As a result of the talks the Seanyan Government has agreed to purchase $25,000,000 Million Rose Pesos in treasury bonds for an annual tariff of 8% for eight years, lowered tariffs of anerican industrial goods from 15% to 7.5%, purchased $9,000,000,000 Billion Rose Pesos in military vehicles (500 Viper-I Tanks, 1,200 APCS, 600 IFV's, and 250 SPA's), established embassies in both nation's capitals, and signed a treaty of non-aggression. To help finance the military deal, government land was given to the Anerican military for the construction of military instillations.
Seanya
"Here comes Premier puppet master and his loyal lackeys! Here to show them around our city before you stuff them full of more of our hard earned cash?" A man runs out through the crowd carrying what looks to be a jagged dagger with a dragons head hilt. "I challenge you to a Kadar Shano Poole! If you still have any honor beneath that fancy new suit you wear you'll face me yourself." The Premier continues to walk acting as if he doesn't see the man and his security close ranks around him. Local police rush to disarm the man but he runs into an alleyway managing to evade them and still screaming at the Premier as he leaves. No one else calls out but whispering can be heard as the leaders pass and people look somewhat sullenly at them.
The Premier turns to the others "My sincerest apologies my friends on the interruption. Let us continue with the tour. I will speak to the local internal affairs commissary to ensure that man does not disrupt our visit further"
The Premier leads them down the main street where gleaming buildings rise up towards the sky. The Premier is walking quickly his security still pretty close around them. The Premier points at a collection of three towers with spiraling rings of blue glass extending upwards into the sky. "That is the headquarters of Drakonarian state technology industries, the source of all the high quality computers, phones, and tvs our people and now people all over the world enjoy. I can show you around it if you like."
Mikhal looked on unimpressed, "You should've shot that man where he stood." He commented, looking around at their fancy computers gadgets.
Joy nods and jots down notes while speaking. "I see. Well, if that's the case, I really have no problem voting yes on this, if it means Paralogica gets an ally on the world stage that mostly aligns with our ideologies."
Hasashi chuckles. "Of course, an Aquarian has no problem allying with socialists! You're all pretty much the same anyway, always advocating for government control of the economy!"
Joy gives Hasashi a cold look. "I have no interest in furthering government interest in the economy. I simply want to keep the balance between corporate interests and worker's rights. You Corpos and the Laborists are fighting a pointless battle. Both ways are a means to an end. The ideals of the Founding Party are what has made Paralogica what it is today."
Hasashi sighs. "Please, all the Founders did was give the government pointless power to tell companies how to do business in a free market. And you Aquarians and the higher-ups in Paralogica City only want to increase government power. This agreement will only further those interests."
Hasashi then looks at the Ambassador. "Besides, this man talks about his nation with such pride. I know for a fact that these Drakonarians aren't who they say they are."
Joy raises an eyebrow. "Frankly, it doesn't matter what you think right now. We all know how this is gonna go anyway. Most people in this Chamber align with the Fouding Party in one way or another. The agreement will pass."
Hasashi chuckles. "Oh, not for long. Now that the Twenty Year Plan is finished, the Founding Party's influence is waning. Do you get it? You guys are a dying breed. The future is coming, and you Founders aren't a part of it."
Joy keeps a straight face and mutters under her breath. "We'll see about that."
There is a silence before Reginald speaks. "Well, I hate to be the one to break the furious debate, but we really need to vote on this agreement. This is important, but there are more matters to tend to in this Chamber. If we could get a few of those out of the way while we're all here, that'd be great. Besides, Paralogica really needs to make diplomatic ties with other nations."
After witnessing what she just did, the Vice President is sure of it: change is coming in Paralogica. The system the Founders created will be challenged as different factions finally begin to clash as Paralogica comes out of the Twenty Year Plan and opens up to the world. She only hopes that Paralogica will come out better for it. She speaks. "Alright, it looks like we've reached the end of debate. If nobody has anything else to say, we'll proceed to the vote."
There is a silence.
Ishida looks to the Ambassador. "Ambassador Orsino, do you anything else to say before we proceed to the vote?"
"Indeed. She is a very kind and protective dragon"
Gerald says
"They... humans.. humans killed them all... women, men... children.. they didn't spare anyone..."
Bedsfa says
"What?! No! He didn't even do anything wrong! Why would you want to murder someone for not breaking the law?!"
Enjel half shouts, clearly angry at his comment
"Alright lets quiet down please" the Premier gives meaningful looks at Enjel and President Doga "I am sure local police will deal with the situation at a later date but for now lets just be moving along. Soon we'll be crossing the mountains to Anercia and I am looking forward to seeing how that goes."
They spend a few more minutes looking around the headquarters of Drakonaris state technology industries before heading back to the train. By this time reporters have gathered and the Premier already irritated by the events this morning signals to his staff to keep them at bay for a bit so they can get on the train and be off.
As the train shoots off again and the city of steel and glass wizzes by the Premier turns to President Doga "We are now heading into your nation my friend, anything we should know coming in? I believe I have not had the honor of a personal visit for some time we have exchanged diplomats of course but I don't think I have been to Valesord at least since I was a young man when it was still..." he trails off as the train continues on past snow capped peaks, mountain observatories, and anti aircraft emplacements dug into the rocky slopes.
Into Anercia
They were about to reach the interconnect stations along the border, through Northpoint was the Naigol Pass, Mikhal relaxed himself as the shade of the tunnel darkened the cabin car. Heh, He chuckled. Its very different now from when we were young men. But in some ways sadly were still the same, dont worry youll enjoy yourself. He explained.
Their journey will take them through Magnolia, the closest city to Drakonaris via the tunnel, and the center of agriculture for the entirety of the northern region. Afterwhich their departure led them down the Lilian River, where the train traveled close to the embankment, giving them a good view of the river. A beautiful stream of clear rushing water and fishes swimming a plenty. And beyond the forest next to the river were the Atal Mountains, a small rocky range with majestic mountain tops ripe to be climbed. Getting close to Magnolia, the city famous for its fashion sense and flowers, the green plains gave way to a sea of roses, lilacs, and sunflowers. In the cabin they smelt the strong smell of cannabis as they rushed past the communal marijuana farms. Outside the windows they saw all sorts of people dressed strangely in heavy makeup and queer clothes, or in sharp suits and dresses, the contrast could give someone whiplash. It was Queer Magnolia day and they arrived while it is in full swing.
Mikhal gestured for the group to disembark to tour the streets, as they ventured through the choking streets filled with attendants from all over Anercia. The buildings were relics from another era brought to life by its inhabitants, imperial architecture permeates the city as it blends with the newer concrete apartments. But they were all obscured by rainbow flags, partisan flags of nearly every leftist group, and the Scarlet Sun of the ALSP littering every window. On the roads was a military parade and floats, between the tanks were dancers on said floats dancing provocatively and throwing neck beads and flowers. At the end of the parade was a steel platform and podium, reserved for the yearly speaker but the President took control himself.
This year marks another year of when we broke free from our bonds of class, gender, and race. Another year of freedom granted to us by the valiant efforts of the LGBT+ community in Magnolia, it shows to us that we should always defend ourselves from eradication. He spoke, and then gave the Sun of the Republic to Commander Louis Andres of the Queer Batallion. The highest military and political award granted by the government.
The dragons turn their heads to the sky and roar a great mournful roar that echoes throughout the city and is carried on by other dragons that hear it until it seems to have spread from one side of the Elybian capital to the other in haunting harmony. "We mourn your peoples loss oh elder one" they say "Though our humans have protected us when hunters from the north came to destroy us it does not forgive what humans have done to our people here. Come fly with us, see what dragon kind has become where we have been allowed to grow with humans rather than be slain by them." The two dragons take to the air leaving their riders temporarily behind and shaking off the armor and sensor equipment which clatters to the ground around them. They do loops in the air high above the city and gesture with their wings so Bedsfa sees the dragons which now dart across the skies all over the city and beyond. "The humans have changed us" one of the dragons says "but that change has made us stronger and in our service of them we have found purpose just as you have."
They turn back to her large wings flapping to keep them aloft in the air to see what she says to all of this.
The Premier claps but feels a bit unsettled. He chuckles to himself imagining the PR people who will be sent to clean this up when the opposition inevitably picks up on the more tone deaf part of the speech. He watches the parade as it goes by looking at the Anercian tanks and wondering about how they would compare to his own. The Premier looks over at the officers hoping to catch one of their eyes and talk to them once the formal speeches end. Speaking of which he looks over at the President wondering if he is going to be called on to speak and how many more speakers there will be before they move on.
"Nothing further Madam Vice President" the ambassador says looking around at the delegates and awaiting the beginning of voting
bedsfa flies close after, looking around
"I do not doubt that the humans here treat you well, but I cannot shake off the feeling that they have ulterior motives. I do not wish to be rude, but I am not able to imagine a world where man and dragons coexist peacefully"
"You Don't have to this! You don't have to throw away your life for revenge! I know you are angry. They killed your friend, but murdering them will only make things worse! Please.. put down the rifle.."
A police officer desperately pleads to a man who are pointing a bolt action rifle at another man
"Murder?! No! This is not murder! This is justice! When those who are meant to protect us refuse to do their job, we, the people have to take the law into our own hands!"
The man says
Seeing the President end his remarks and beckon him to the stage the Premier walks up. He looks out at the crowd cheering and waving rainbow flags and raises his hand for silence before speaking.
"It is my distinct honor to be here today to celebrate this momentous occasion. From the earliest days of our history Drakonaris has welcomed the contributions of our citizens from the LGBTQ+ community and so it is fitting that I be here today and stand with your President to honor the contributions this community has made to your nation as well. I also want to remind everyone that the struggle is not yet complete. Many challenges will face you going forward both within your own borders and abroad but whatever happens know that the Democratic Republic of Drakonaris will always stand with you and together we will bring a new dawn of equality, and socialist prosperity for the world!"
Resounding clapping comes from the audience but as it dies down reporters rush towards the stage pointing microphones at President Doga. Premier Poole steps aside a bit to allow the President to ascend to the stage again but before he can regain control of the crowd and call on someone to answer a question one of the reporters pushes her way to the front and shouts up "Mr President how could say that Anercia has "thrown off the bonds of racism" when scarlettans are being murdered in the streets?"
The two left the podium as the day's speakers go through as planned, on the side of the platform, Mikhal answers, "We have thrown off the bonds of Fascha and the Empire's attempt at our rebondage, the racism experienced by Scarlettans has been enabled by conservatism still ever present in Anercia. Have you wondered why these murders only happen outside of the cities? The countryside has not yet been pacified in terms of ideology and stability." He explained. "And I apologize for not setting our plan sooner, but within the year we will start our cultural offensive and purge racism from the very bones of this country." He remarked.
After waiting a little while with no diplomat to meet, the Chancellor and his guards begin to walk into the port. Looking for some form of diplomatic building or someone who can help them locate a diplomat or embassy of some kind.
With the TPDF Tirpitz waiting in port with the two corvettes now docking behind it, after they do a small group from each ship walk to find a place to refuel so they can get back. The rest of the crews of both take this time to get rest and lounge around on board the ships, most of which end up either reading or in conversation with each other.
Internal Bureau of Security Report
Mr President, I hope this letter finds you in good health,
I am Captain Tanner Rogan of the Bureau of Internal Security in Metaxas, as instructed we have started operations to surveil and gather information on Antov Sutherland. The investigation against him is on its way, but so far nothing to catch him with. Aside from frequent meetings with the Anarkist leader, Hanakar, in the last few weeks. The most suspicious action he has taken so far was he disappeared from our surveillance network and informants for seven hours last week. Leaving that time as the only time we cannot account for. So far we have gotten rid of some journalists and opposition campaign organizers, with foul and fair means of course. Progress has been good, our infiltration of police stations is steady, I thank you for the means to secure our country. However some bad news.
Our agents in Metaxas have uncovered some unsettling facts, the mayor is colluding with RC elements. Attending pro-scarlettan rallies, working with opposition leaders, and his popularity is still quite high. It will take sometime to get more dirt on him but rest assured, this sympathizer shall fall.
General Staff Report on Anti-RC Operations
Comrade President,
Our divisions have been successful in uncovering and defeating RC holdouts in the countryside of Barcona, some scarlettan-majority towns given their support of them and even given them safe passage to retreat once their bases were destroyed. This is a slippery enemy with many sympathizing elements of the population that sees them as freedom fighters, we believe that we need more troops and funds diverted into this operation for it to succeed. For now our three divisions consisting of 40,000 soldiers will hold the line and destroy any of these rats nests we can find. But there have been some rumors of a major headquarters near Narba close to the Alpala Mountain Range. Our scouting teams never returned, only with an armored column with air support could've scouted the area without being decimated, and the rumors were true as we found a mountainous stronghold harboring at least a few thousand. Fighters would regularly come up from caves and tunnels, suggesting they have an extensive tunnel network to supply the base and retreat. This would require the expertise and consent of both ourselves and the Drakonarian military, as the stronghold is pointed squarely in the middle of the borders.
In the distance, two MTR-80 IFV's were coming towards the dock, they parked nearby and two squads of Red Army soldiers and a detail of men in black suits came out. The last one to come out was the Vice President himself, "Ah! Sorry for the delay! Traffic's bad this time of day." He said as looked to the noon sky. "I am Aleksander Finn, Vice President around these parts, let us go to somewhere more comfortable." He gestured them to enter the IFV's.
Tinbya Sierjan
Coming back from patrol in the forests outside Kievaely Second Lieutenant Javeris spots the altercation going down he silently motions his two compatriots to take positions on either side of the man with the rifle but to stay inconspicuous. Meanwhile the Lieutenant approaches and gets between the man with the rifle and his target attempting to wrestle the gun from his grasp. With a bang the gun discharges the shot cracking the pavement and a shard of lead embedding itself in the lieutenant's leg. He winces in pain but succeeds in wrestling the gun from the man's grasp as his two subordinates approach guns now pointed at the man who held the rifle only a moment before. "Officer take these men into custody and figure out what the hell is going on here" the lieutenant says gritting his teeth he presses on the fabric of his uniform where the bullet shrapnel impaled itself. The squad follows the officer back to their station and remains there until other officers come to take custody of the prisoners. The lieutenant then radios his superiors to explain their delay before returning to headquarters for medical treatment.
After answering questions of the many reporters there, the two were escorted back to the train. "How did you like Magnolia?" He asked him.
"It was interesting to say the least I was not expecting to suddenly be called on to give a speech but glad I had something on hand. I have something to discuss with you once we get on the train I got a message from my staff about the RC you might want to hear if you haven't already heard." The two leaders and Enjel head back to the train heading towards Valesord.
"You may know this Mikhail as I think it was sent to you first but your intel people found a fort in the mountains on the border between you and me. My commissariat of the armed forces got word that your people suggested a joint strike and since we were actually together in person I thought it would be a good time to talk about it" The Premier whispers to President Doga motioning for Enjel to give them a bit of space for a sec. "I think the strike could work if we plan it right but we need to both be in agreement on it" the Premier says looking in askance to the President to see if he is following the conversation.
I agree, if we combine our special forces to assault the fort, we can capture or at least destroy a massive center of logistics. He Replied. He looks out of the window, staring southwards towards Galecia. He opened the window and the wind rushed by him, carrying the smell of iron and gunsmoke, a nostalgic smell. It was the capital of the Anercian Republic, Valesord, in the distance. Were almost there, finally you can get to see our fair city once more. He said.
The Premier wrinkles his nose at the smell as the President opens the window but quickly hides it by wiping his nose with a handkerchief he turns to the Premier and replies "Indeed this should work we will need to be careful to avoid unnecessary brutality however no reason to give them an extra propaganda victory against us. A night raid by special forces dropped in from above, we capture the fort as cleanly and with as few casualties as possible the aim being to take prisoners we can then use them to bargain for peace. Enough talk of this now lets focus on the city I am curious to see how much has changed since I was here as a younger man and its Enjels first time"
The Premier turns back to Enjel as the city comes more into view "what do you think of it then? The capital of Anercia"
A shiver went down the back of the Premiers spine, a cold deep chill, I am Valesord. a whisper told him in the voice of a woman.
Unchanged Premier, the buildings you once saw, some turned into ruins. But the empire never left, not even their ironclads. He said. Surrounding the city were smaller satellite towns interspersed with a graveyard of some epic battle. Half sunken in battleships, some charred and burnt, some clawed to hell. Giant skeletal remains of dragons and their riders hopelessly pinned against the hard ground by those metal monstrosities.
The Chancellor would nod and enter the IFV that Aleksander would have exited from, the Chancellors four member escort following behind him. Once inside the IFV the escort would sit on either side of the Chancellor, weapons holstered, sitting silently waiting for the IFV to begin its movement.
Unlike his body guards, the Chancellor would ask "Do you have any water in this vehicle? The ride here didn't exactly have the most pleasant drinking experience."
He hands him a bottle of cold ice water from a half-melted icebox. The vehicles move with pace through the city and suddenly outside it, "Our offices in Valesord are much cozier than here, and that way we can attend the AUN charter hearing." He explained. It took two hours the two IFV's to reach the outer limits of the capital, surrounding the city were smaller satellite towns interspersed with a graveyard of some epic battle. Half sunken in battleships, some charred and burnt, some clawed to hell. Giant skeletal remains of dragons and their riders hopelessly pinned against the hard ground by those metal monstrosities.
"Do you know anything about our country? history and the like chancellor." He asked.
Tinbya Sierjan
"It looks nice, sir. Tho, it is not as clean as elybia. The city really needs some cleaning if people should be safe"
"I unfortunately know nothing of your nation, like many others in this world its all alien to my people. As before now we knew a completely different world." The Chancellor pauses as though reflecting on some kind of major event and then seems to snap out of his own thought when he replies. "I'd love to hear of your nations history, as I've already learned of the history of Drakonaris."
The Premier looks startled for a second looking to the side before regaining his composure and shaking his head as if breaking out of a daze "Ah yes you were saying, the city, right. It has changed quite a bit since I was here, the day it all went down I mean." He gets a far off look in his eye for a second as the train rolls into the city watching the graveyard as it passes and sad looking at the skeletons of the dragons and fallen riders from the ancient battles.
The train halted within the central hub of the city, a concrete train bunker that was built during the civil war three years ago. Stepping onto the platforms, the cacophony of people and great machines conjoined together like a constant symphony. The hub had ten rows of tracks with train cars offloading passengers and goods: Cannabis Indica from the communes of Galecia, Crates of weapons from Irongate, and rare earth metals dug deep from Barcona.
Then two men approached them, they both had black bomber jackets with a rectangular purple shape imprinted with the Sun of the Republic on them. These men were part of the Valesord City Militia, the other policing body other than the Red Army, and asked, President Doga, please let us escort you, its dangerous for you to be alone like this.
*sigh*, okay then fine, but if you start crampin my style then you best leave. He responded to them.
They left the concrete hub and into the many districts of the city. The Rambala district its inhabitants call it, it had the most damage sustained during both wars as both sides treated it like no man's land. Craters still mar the Old Imperial park as bombed out ruins surrounding the district still linger, construction crews were all thats left as they try to demolish and build newer apartments. You know where everyone lives now? He said to the premier. In the new quarter, He points to the south overlooking rows of manasteel and concrete apartments. "Still some still stuck around." He nods to the people looking at them, the remaining inhabitants mainly the elderly, gang-youth, and addicts.
Another chill runs down the premier's spine, his head felt heavy and forced himself to look up, his eyes caught the attention of small snowflakes falling from the august sky. The clouds were like grey battleships, colliding with one another, and firing down the smallest of snow onto the Premier. The air was slightly humid and breeze starting to chill again. He closes his eyes, and a small whisper, like a woman's voice spoke softly to him. "I remember." She said with longing. "I remember when you once walked my streets, when your hair was less grey and your soul less heavy. Why have you come back into my ruins?" She asked.
Seeing the state the city was in, enjel's neutral expression turns into a saddened expression. Enjel says, with a sad tone of voice
"Is that... from a war, sir doga?"
Enjel looks at doga with a sad face
"Yes," He said, looking around the bullet ridden buildings. He stopped to inspect a nearby wall, there were hundreds riddled into the soft-cracking concrete, all at his head level. It was the remains of a firing line, one of many in the city, the blood and viscera had long ago been washed away, only leaving the memory behind. "It was our war... no. It was our survival." He said. "What they did, one can't call it that, no. We simply had prevented our eradication."
Hearing what doga said, enjel turns even sadder. She then says
"So many dead... I can feel their fear.. and hate still lingering in the air.. I... I don't feel comfortable being here...
Enjel says with a shaky voice
One of the royal guards says to doga
"Sir doga. The princess feel very uncomfortable being in this area. Is it possible if we could walk to a different area where the princess feels more comfortable?"
The Premier looks genuinely startled as he hears the voice again. He had begun to convince himself that the voice has been a fabrication of his mind an auditory illusion created by the rushing by the train and his own weariness after the long train ride. The Premier is only half listening to the conversation between Enjel and President Doga and after a mumbled apology he steps away and allows the group to continue on a bit ahead calling for an aide who passes him a handkerchief and some water. After that he dismisses the aide and looks around trying to find the source of the voice. Seeing no one he tries to whisper in the direction from which the voice came hoping that they will respond. "I have come here on diplomatic business, I don't know who you are or how these are your ruins but since I travel with your President you would be wise not to interfere." The President feels silly speaking to an invisible voice and promises himself he will have his personal physician check for signs of schizophrenia.
Hearing the voice and what it said awakens something in him however. He can't put his finger on it. The voice itself is not familiar it is not any person he has spoken to before and yet somehow he knows it. It resonates with him drawing him back to another time.
A loud bang shakes the young man from his reading and he puts down the report. The sound was startlingly close and could only have come from one weapon, Debslandian combat rifles, the kind the government was covertly sending through the mountains to aid the revolutionaries. Around him embassy staff scramble to the window anxious to catch a glimpse of the revolutionaries as they enter the city. The chaos out the window is unlike anything the young man had ever seen. Machine gun fire rakes the sidewalk as imperial gunners mow down the advancing revolutionaries from their posts high atop the buildings fighting desperately to stem the red tide that had been sweeping the imperial province of Jesrurix. Suddenly a hand grabs the young man from behind and pulls him from the window. He tumbles to the floor roughly as the window in front of him explodes sending shards of glass impaling into the chair where he was sitting only a moment before. "Get up we need to get away from the windows" the weary voice of the ambassador says "I need you to help me get the staff to safety and let Alinor know what happened" the younger man leads the way down stairs into the basement office. Once the last of the junior attaches reaches the basement the younger man secures the door only to make the horrible realization "Where is the ambassador?" for a terrible moment everyone looks around in silence before one man finally stutters out "H-He was behind us, he said he needed to lock the outer door. I was the last one out I assumed he was behind me."
As he finishes talking the man is already rushing up the stairs fumbling with the lock on the basement door and bursting out into the main embassy. He takes two stumbling steps back as he sees what awaits him. The ambassador is sprawled out on the floor his tan suit now stained with red and seemingly burned in several places leaving little guess as to the condition of the ambassador's body. The room around him is no better. The chairs and desks that lined the room are now charred with small flames still burning. The tile floor has a massive black burn mark originating at the edge of the room near the window and spreading outward leaving little doubt as to what happened. A hand grenade, one of the favored tools of the imperial soldiers for flushing out rebels, probably carelessly thrown it flew through the window and detonated leaving this burned out wreck in its wake.
He sees a young revolutionary rushing by as he stands there still overcome by the horror of what lies before him. The man gives him a sympathetic glance before continuing on to join his comrades in the battle that still rages across the city. Realizing what he has to do the young man gulps trying to hold back the tears beginning to leak from his eyes already stinging from smoke and picks up the body of the ambassador crawling low across the ground trying to stay below the level of the windows and dragging the body of the older man down to the basement.
He carries the bloodied body of the ambassador down the stairs into the basement the only part of the embassy still untouched by the fighting above. He sees the faces of the staff as he gets down. Some of them had been there only a week or two flown in on the last transport to replace the staff who had quit when the rebellion started. No matter what they were expecting when they accepted this post none of them were expecting this. Their haunted faces and terrified looks as he carried down the ambassadors body told the man everything he needed to know. He also knew however that these men and women were his responsibility now. Whatever happened he had to keep them safe and ensure they survived till someone could come to rescue them.
A tap on the shoulder brought the Premier back to the present "Sir, the President and Princess are a ways ahead sir unless there is something we need to do here I suggest we follow them." The Premier blinks for a moment before turning to a concerned aide who stood next to him "Ah yes I suppose we should catch up. Thank you for reminding me I was lost in thought for a second I suppose" The Premier looks embarrassed by his momentary lapse walking quickly to catch up to Enjel and President Doga.
Jesrurix
Assembled with Dot's Region Saver.
Written by Refuge Isle.