NationStates Jolt Archive

It's election time in Wazzu!

Five canidates have stepped forward representing a wide variety of Wazzu culture and future hopes. The polls are begining, people are marching in the...indoor sidewalks, and debates are raging across the nation. Who will be the next Executive of Wazzu?

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OK, here is how it works. If you like a canidate, you can help him (or her) out in two ways.

1) Vote in the poll. Of course, lots of people might use puppets, so this option will only count for a few points.

2) The best way to support your person is to write a short story. It must be character-oriented. The better the story, the more points you win.

For the purpose of this thread you can RP Wazzu and Wazzu characters however you want. Feel free to make up anything...truely no limit. Use your imagination. And hey, if I like it, I may make what you write a part of the Wazzu storyline.

Be inventive and have fun!


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Hans McKillip II

Sponsoring Corporation: Northern Gun

Bio: Like his father, Hans McKillip II entered the forign service as soon as he completed his manditory enlistment. He has traveled the world as an undercover agent, reporting back to Wazzu. But now he has revealed his identity to make a political run.

Platform: Hans believes that a strong policy of engagement with the outside world is exactly what Wazzu needs. He advertises that Wazzu can not back down to so-called "superpowers" without damaging the trade it thrives on.

General Response: People see Hans as a very open, no-nonsense runner and as both honest and disciplined.


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Delonin Aerth
Sponsoring Corporation: StarCorp

Bio: No one is sure what to make of Delonin Aerth. By far both the oldest living and youngest maturely canidate running, he is also the first non-human ever to run for Cheif Board Member. Race-wise, Delonin is representative of a tiny minority in Wazzu, and in the world. His people make their homes in the mostly undeveloped Dendari Mountain Range along the West boarder of Wazzu but are otherwise fully integrated into the nation.

Platform: Delonin is strangely unconcerned about improving or disolving Wazzu ties with elf nations. Instead, he believes Wazzu is lacking in the spiritual part of life. He wishes to increase ties to magic nations.

General Response: Most people are somewhat fearful of Delonin. They suspect his motives, mostly due to StarCorp's reputation as being less-then-open. The fact that the last four Cheif Board Members have sat for their lifetimes also scares most Wazzuians, because no one knows how long this "young" elf will survive.


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Ela Rios
Sponsoring Corporation: Oren Moore Inc.

Bio: Ela's large family are the primary stockholders in Oren Moore, Wazzu's largest and most profitable (but not most visible) corporation. At 27, she is the oldest human canidate running, and probably the most mature of all the hopefulls. Ela is also a known supporter of the Society for the Preservation of Humanity.

Platform: Ela believes strongly in diplomatic and economic engagement at the expense of the military. She believes that conflicts are better won on the corporate front then on the battlefield. She promises a more peaceful and profitable Wazzu.

General Response: Suprisingly, Ela is seen as noble rather then snobbish. Her goals of peace are well recieved by the older generation, though many younger people find her bland.


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Juna West
Sponsoring Corporation: Hermes Spacelines

Bio: Juna West is the great granddaughter of legendary ship engineer David West, and famed spacefighter ace April West.

Platform: Juna is a true product of both her family and her sponsoring corporation. She believes that space is the final fronteer...for markets. Juna wants to expand merchant shipping, something many people in most Wazzu corporations are quite enthusiastic about.

General Response: Juna has that one thing the other canidates seem to lack, a sad, almost loving sort of sex appeal. Many of Wazzu's young men have fallen for her. Most people however see her as somewhat innocent and perhaps too young for the job.


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Zander Chan
Sponsoring Corporation: Armageddeon Arms

Bio: Zander Chan is a man out of time, sort-of. Zander isn't quite an anarchist, but certainly a libertarian.

Platform: Zander doesn't pretend to offer peace for anyone, just freedom, absolute freedom. He doesn't want to abandon government though so much as to have it open to less well looked upon markets. To put it simply, Zander wants to turn Wazzu into an open market for drugs, weapons, and other undesireables. He doesn't care who buys, just as long as it helps the bottem line.

General Response: Zander is seen as somewhat cold-blooded...though in buisness, that isn't always a bad thing. And who knows? Maybe dirty weapons and hard drugs really represents a truely open market?

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OOC: Can you give the candidates stances on elves?

Tag.

[tag, I'll post later when the Forum isn't acting up so much.]

..hey Ela Rios has sex appeal too! Maybe even a sad, loving kind, I'm not sure.

I'll get yer money maker. <tag>

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OOC: Can you give the candidates stances on elves?

OOC NOTE: Wazzu is not polorized on the elf/orc issue, so there aren't any major differing opinions between these canidates. There are some subtle differences you might pick up from the following.

IC:

Hans McKillip: "I've been all over the world, and I've studied forign cultures to the point of being able to hide in them. I'll tell you this about the Elvish nations, they have some pretty strange customs...that is, pretty, and strange. But most of the ones I have met are good people, arrogant, but good people. If you stand up for yourself, most will recognize your worth, and I'd rather trade with that then some orc."

Delonin Aerth: "I grew up happy with my kin here. Forign elves are - forign to me. This election is about Wazzus and power and profits, especially profits, and I believe I can use my status to increase our profits. Elf nations tend to be rich, why not tap them?

Ela Rios: "Lets face it, Wazzu is a human dominated society. Yes, we have elves and dwarves and even a few therians, but these are all minorities. These minorities are just as deserving of freedom and help as the rest of us, no less, and no more. We humans need to allow them to keep their culture as we develop ours."

Juna West: "We can't solve everyone's problems for them, we can't afford it. We also can't afford to help any one race over others. All we can do is help ourselves, and keep with whatever crowd is going with us to the stars."

Zander Chan: "The government of Wazzu has no buisness in this private war of theirs, that is, no buisness but private buisness itself. The elves are a finicky bunch, but they've got money. The orcs are much less picky, but can't buy as much. Overall, I think the two markets are about equal. Since they are going to fight no matter what we do, why not sell to both? We may as well get something back from the people destroying our worlds."

"Le bump! Le bump!" <--- in the tradition of Pepe Le Pu.

No RP??? *a tear forms*

#tag#

Too tired to post now, but I'll put something up tomorrow.

This has been an OOC post.

Even as she stands in the highest tower, eyes looking down upon her own lands, she feels it. Even when the television has turned to deepest black, she feels the storm clouds approaching. Tension rises over Wazzu...

"Wait a second... who the hell are you?" Queen Bludlust Bytemare turns to the sky, her eyebrows lowered.

I'm that... uh... obligatory ambient voice. You know... that one that always talks about darkness and... tension. You know... the narrator thingy.

"Oh... okay." She nods slowly. "So... what do you want?"

Oh... well... if you had let me finish, tension rises over Wazzu...

"Yes, yes, I got that. Get on with it."

Right. So... tension rises over Wazzu. Elections. Yes. There's going to be an election.

"An election, eh?" The Queen's long crimson fingernails scratched her swan-like neck slowly. "How quaint. Who's running?"

Oh, the usual lot. You know, the Fearless Balls-Out Former Special Ops Guy, the Creepy Brooding Elfy Thing Who Likes Magic...

"Oooh, he sounds good..."

...yyyyyyyes. Anyway. There's also a Hippy Diplomat Ignoramus and a Hard-Hearted Vigilante Military Man.

"Hmmmm..." She tapped her toe slowly. "Doesn't sound like a very good lot. Is there anyone else?"

Well... hmmmm... hard-ass, elfy kid, vigilante, hippy... oh! There's the Corporate Megalomaniac Who Favors Rule By Sex Appeal!

"Ummm... no, there's not. See, I'm not running."

Ah, but it's a different Corporate Megalomaniac Who Favors Rule By Sex Appeal!

The Queen stands silent for a moment, then nods.

"I like her," she says quickly.

She begins the slow descent down the stairs, an intent behind her every step. She means to change the world, to envelop her blue-green facade in darkness...

"Oh, shut up."

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The Borderlands of Teean-Ay... well, really just me... announce their support for Juna West's candidacy for president of Wazzu. I'd also like to encourage all of the young men in Wazzu to remember that there is nothing... NOTHING more important in choosing YOUR future president than raw sex appeal.

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Queen Bludlust Bytemare
Most High and Most Dark Ruler of the Lands of Teean-Ay, Mistress Most Sexy of the Monolithic Terror of Teean-Ay Manor

Gabe looked at his cigarette, the sky, back to his cigarette, back to the sky. He decided to light up anyway, chances were the crap that the cigarette deposited in his lungs was nothing compared to the crap floating around in the air.

He twitched slightly, his hand shaking violently for a moment, almost sending the freshly lit cigarette flying through the air. He rubbed a filthy hand over his arm, unconcerned about the evident track-marks there. He twitched again, letting out a long, violent stream of curses, causing several people to glance at him as they walked by.

"Hey! Fuck you, corporate whore!" Gabe flipped the person off as he yelled. The man who was yelled at turned back, pondered slugging Gabe, until he saw the nearly feral look in Gabe's eyes. He turned and stalked off, muttering under his breath, "Yeah, walk away you," he devolved into another long stream of explitives before stomping off himself. It'd been nearly a week since his last fix, and it was starting to show.

All his drug contacts had all but vanished, and his "friends" in the less desirable areas weren't able to help him. Sure, he could get guns, bombs, and all sorts of stuff to kill and maim, but he couldn't get his damn fix. He paused, an idea floating through his head...

Elections are coming up...

This floated about until it merged with:

Zander Chan supports legalization of drugs...

Ah! He could vote for Zander. Well... except that that was hardly a guarantee. Another thought floated into his mind...

I can get guns and explosives...

He blinked. What was he thinking? Blowing up offices of the other canidates? Killing another canidate? No... that was going too far. He'd find someone who has what he needed. It'd just take time.



...then again, he really wanted drugs to be legalized.

Frank laid down, sighing. "This stuff is good..." He friends would probably agree, but since they were in the same state Frank was in, they were hardly in a condition to answer.

Frank inhaled the drug, a synthetic product, a good one... although expensive. But then, his parents had money. Tons of it.

He looked at the ceiling, his view blurred, feeling the joy of the trip... I need someone...

Minutes seemed to take hours, he lost every sense for time. To his left, Martin and Bridgette were playing around. He had never noticed Bridgette`s impressive... He would have to take advantage of it. Although it could be his blurred view, as well...

He stood up, apparently willing to join the party with Bridgette, but fell down instantly, unable to walk. It didn´t matter, the joy of the trip was better then every orgasm he could get.

I can´t wait for it...

He looked around, watched Bridgette and Martin lying on the floor, moving... or not moving, he couldn´t tell. Considering the amount of Countdown they had inhaled, it was unlikely that they were actually having sex, though.

He decided that it was best not to care, remembering that Countdown tended to left the sphincter dysfunctional, and he didn`t exactly want to see the results. Looking around, he could actually see half a dozen of the red capped tubes... This was when he passed out, unable to crawl. However, his dreams were sweet... He dreamt of beautiful women, of happy days, of success and fun, of a bright future, of pink panties and woolly sheep (A few neurons had been connected the wrong way...)

The only annoying thing about it was the mess once he would awake, but in his dreams, he tended to forget about it.

One thing was for sure... if Zander could make this legal... He would have his vote. That is, if he wasn´t on Countdown when the elections were held...

OOC: I had a couple things I wanted to say so I thought I may as well get a little bumpage here too.

First, three cheers for the people who have posted. Looks like Zander is winning at the moment (remember, RP counts for more).

Second, I wrote the first post kinda early in the morning...OK, really early in the morning. A clarification is due. Most drugs and guns are legal in Wazzu, just not to export from Wazzu. Zander sees drugs as an untapped world market (as well as some unique and very dirty weapons).

But I gave clearence to make up whatever you want so people didn't have to do hours researching only to make a post they couldn't have fun with, so the above posts are good.

Thanks again guys (and gal!).

*BuMpAgE*

Bob Pratt, aged 53, founder of the Conglomerate and helmsman of the Santa Barbaran course toward total power, had died.

Despite this, the Conglomerate seems to lurch along just fine on the surface... underneath, the sharks feast on the financial corpse of the last of the Pratt triumverate, attracted to... and worried by... the last will and testament, which like a tantalizing seal will prove to be the agent of their dinners.

Who cares. Let 'em all fucken burn.

Just a few years ago, Toby "The General" Pratt had been killed, at his brother's order. That, the newslines enthusiastically confide, marked the 'beginning of the end' of 'the wealthiest man alive,' his dark descent into regret and madness.

More suits in coffins, how sweet. Suits in space gettin' nuked. Bring it on.

The rise in power of a neo-feudal Federal Government under the "Lord President" Heinrid Abadas has resulted in a quiet struggle for power as the Conglomerate dissolves into "corporate demesne," made worse by the recent death of Bob Pratt, at the hands of the Prime Minister of Montecito. Now elves are persecuted... gays are lured into civil registration via the allowing of homosexual marriage, and then, later, quietly "rounded up" for disposal, atheists are mocked, the poor get their guts ripped out for cash...

Bah, fuck it. I'm getting out of this country.

There's only so much a man can take, after all. Jay Kay pondered his avenues of export... his future home, at least for a while.

He'd survived the corporate security checks, the financial checks, god knows how many probes and sensors and microphones... after this place, he couldn't imagine anywhere else harder to get through, in his line of work.

But I gotta get to somewhere easier... nicer, cuz this place is...

What was the word?

Depressing? Dreary?

Carillo had been high risk, high profit. He'd made almost enough to be satisfied with... it was never quite enough, was it? And it was time to get out.

The cops, at least the corporate ones, were rumored to have quantum computers somewhere searching for people like him. Sometimes they found you. Sometimes they'd tell the 'real' cops, sometimes not. Best not to risk it.

It was raining in Carillo as day turned to dusk, gray to dark gray-blue bruise. He pulled his thin, but quite comfortable overcoat tight to prevent the drops from splattering cold wet on his chest.

J.K was not a tall man, nor particularly strong or fast. What he was was slippery. He got through places, and he could evade the most watchful eyes.. most of the time. In a place like Carillo, 'most of the time' was the bare minimum... or even less than that. He was fast in that he could analyze a situation quickly and get through without a hitch; he blended and disappeared.

He didn't think it much of anything except a sign of his own ghostliness, his forgetable face and ignorable presence.

But others thought highly of this quality... and paid well for it.

Vath was almost a sort of corporate type himself, though he lived both figuratively and literally underground, and at least his missions usually landed the big fatcats in big trouble, and that pleased him and J.K both.

However, Vath was the kind of man you don't want to be around, ever.

It would be good to just do this last run back to his place... take a break and go to Tahiti or somewhere.

Gotta convince the psychotic bastard... what a bitch.

And then, he figured, he'd be done. For a while.

He had four more blocks to walk before the long road to Vath's abode, the sewer-like tunnels. It was amazing, how he could have a static illegal hideout for so many years, without pissing off either the Feds or the Corps. Surely, by now they'd know about it.

But, he supposed, risk was part of the game... no matter who played it. Vath risked it in high-tech, high-stakes undertable trade. J.K risked it every day, every night on the job, carrying for those on Vath's level and helping them risk it.

And there were even grunts below J.K on the criminal tier, who risked it with their lives, constantly, for fairly low stakes. They were crazy, or just dumb, or perhaps not as worried about risks or gains, and just want to use their god (or otherwise) granted abilities for something noble and pure, like beating the shit out of a man for five days in a row.

But generally, it paid off and then some. For anyone just a bit less greedy, J.K would have been satisfied and retired already. But all those newfabric coats cost, after all.

Too bad he hadn't gotten a hat of any kind. He covered his brownish hair with one hand, hoping the rain wasn't too acidic today, hoping his other precautions wouldn't make this walk down the street his last.

Three and a half blocks to go.

Shoulda boosted a car...

bump, tag, will post RP later

A news poll comes in and bumps the election back into the short-term memory of the nations citizens.

”Well, this meeting was a tough one,” Nejra thought as he paced through the hallways of the New Dawn temple complex. He was supposed to be in Uthar right now, but a storm had damaged the MagLev connection between the capitol and Risha, the city from which he had left this morning. The only remaining possibility had been to go to the New Dawn academy, which had the only fully secure connection to the Council district in the vicinity. Arriving there in the middle of a storm and also having to explain the situation to the clergy there had ruined his already bad mood today. He never understood the norms and values of the priests at New Dawn, being a child of Corporate culture. This, and the fact that he was in a hurry, had lead to a somewhat uneasy conversation with the Cardinal that had found some time on his schedule to receive Nejra.

But, after explaining that he needed to attend a meeting in Uthar, either in person or through holographic projection, he immediately got access to the Academy facilities. After finding some dry clothes in his luggage, he had sought the solitude of a private communications chamber and connected himself to the Daiamid Council network. After inserting the proper passwords, he had gotten access. At that point, a holographic representation of his appearance had appeared in the Daiamid gathering, allowing him to fulfill his duties regardless of his absence, even though holograph debating tended to make on less convincing than he could be in a face to face conversation.

The debate concerned which Wazzu executive to support. At first, the Daiamid had been surprised that their executives could be chosen, instead of being appointed. But then people had just shrugged and made their plans, seeing it as an excellent opportunity to influence the policy of foreign nations. In the Council, several figures were dominant. Of course, every member officially carried the title of Councelor, but some of the councelors were also chairmen of the lower councils, each of them being parts of the Daiamid. Today, the debate had raged primarily between Councelor Delendre, chairman of the entire Daiamid, and Nejra himself, being the Chairman of the Council for Foreign Affairs.
For hours, the discussion had been going on. Each candidate had its support in the council, but just like military affairs had always been debates between the Defence Council chairman and the Technological Council chairman, and their respective supporters, these kind of debates always ended up in the Daiamid being divided into two camps. Needless to repeat those camps had been lead by Delendre and Nejra. The Daiamid Chairman warmly pleaded for supporting Ela Rios. He had gone on and on about peace, stability and possible openings for coöperation and strategic alliances. Many of the older, more experienced councelors supported him, quickly abandoning their stance of support for other candidates. With the ADK Mars War, the Jovian Pact forming, and the GDT situation, they all felt bringing a little stability to the market would not harm them.

But Nejra had other interests. He desired stability and peace as much as the next man, but he did not feel that the political situation of Wazzu would influence the Vortex Corporation in any significant way. So he had chosen a different strategy. He had decided to pledge support to Hans McKillip II. He had spent hours writing his speech, and the result was very, very satisficing. It was not a speech designed to win the argument. This speech was designed to win support within the Daiamid for future decisions, the more important ones. In his argument, Nejra had presented himself as an advertiser of honesty and integrity, of doing good business, with profit flowing to all those involved. During the debate, he could literally see how younger members started listening to his words and nodding in agreeing fashion. Earlier this year, 16 councelors had retired and each had been replaced by a relatively young collegue. Nejra wanted their support, and thus he had written a speech that tailored to their own way of thought, which he had analyzed through extensive, and expensive, psychological reports. But it had been worth the effort: of the 16 that he tried to get behind him, he thought 11 had been convinced. They had obviously prefered the story about hard, but fair business resulting in an honest, substantial profit above Delendre’s rethoric about investing money in peace, which essentially meant spending money without expecting a decent return on investment.

Of course, Nejra had lost the argument. Eleven votes were not nearly enough in a council of 165. But that did not matter. He truly hardly cared about whoever would lead Wazzu, because in his eyes, almost every candidate had the potential to make the nation flourish, just like any candidate offered interesting opportunities for future ventures with the Corporate conglomerates. Today had been about winning the support of the new councelors, who had not been in the Daiamid long enough to start beloning to a certain faction. Now, they would hopefully join his….

Walking to his hoverdyne outside the New Dawn Academy’s main entrance, Nejra checked a datapad for incoming messages after feeling a slight vibration in his pocket. After reading shortly, he smiled and quickened his pace somewhat. Five of his ‘targets’ had asked him for a lunch appointment, and two others had sent him a friendly message of casual nature. Not a bad score. As he pondered how much psychological tailoring of communication was underestimated, Nejra got into the hoverdyne. Once inside, he used his datapad to contact his own department. After all, he was still the Foreign Affairs Chairman, and both political and financial support had to reach Hans McKillip II as soon as possible…

Hans couldn't believe he was reading this. Here he was, an honest man, and THE leader of the military and of his nation, the woman he was trying to replace, was giving him advice to take the Vortex bribe.

...and while honesty is a great quality, and one I admire in you, it will not get you into office. The last three CEBMs have served for life, and neither they nor I got there completely honestly. No one does. The first two were even dictators, and so was Walton for a couple brief stints.

Should he really take the bribe? What if it was a trick?

Hans, there is no one I trust in this position more then someone who has served time in the military. And there is no one else with your experiance forign cultures. Your the best person for the job. If you don't accept the support, your opponants will, and Wazzu will suffer for it.

He could turn her in, make this message public, it'd certainly help his campaign. But if she was willing to take the risk of putting this in writing...Hans couldn't believe that this person, whom he admired so much, was tricking him. She had a century and a half of experiance...and to be a leader was to accept and trust the experiance of others.

Hans made up his mind, and proceeded to create secret forign bank accounts. It was something he had been trained to do for his nation, and he did it well and with much regret for himself now....

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The race continues as the Friday deadline for votes draws near. So far, Zander Chan and Ela Rios are neck and neck, but Hans McKillip and Juna West aren't too far behind. Many wonder what has happened to Delonin and if he'll mysteriously come up from behind as his race is wont.

In and out, get the mission and then off to-- wherever the mission involved. Simple, yes?

So it seemed to J.K at first, anyway. Long ago, when he first started. Sometime after, he'd found the going too confusing, too many angles to think about. Simplicity was favored; but rarely did he find it.

The entry to Vath's abode wasn't guarded. That was his first clue. He immediately hesitated, his back-up plan to melt into the public hadn't accounted for a near empty entrance. There simply was no public here, nor Vath's usual knuckledraggers, and both were worrisome.

Turning, he heard the sound of a vehicle coming closer; or rather the sound of its engine. Quiet but powerful, and unaccompanied by tires crunching concrete or splashing through puddles, it seemed far away. But J.K knew it wouldn't be. He walked past the entrance, mind racing, looking for avenues of escape, cover or possible fight.

It was still possible... perhaps Vath was compromised, perhaps he wasn't, and perhaps that sound was just some car... no. Things were adding up here.

A moment later, the sirens started wailing, piercing the sky with their challenge, and, not for the first time, J.K had a small army of hunters looking for a single meal. Him.

!!!ELECTION BUMP!!!

Polls closing in less then 6 hours (though I'll give Santa Barbara a slight extension so he can finish his ongoing RP if he likes).

This means if you want to get a vote (or better, short RP story) in, you'd better hurry up. Afterall, whoever is elected now will probably lead Wazzu for the next 200+ NS years.

Current Rankings:
Zander Chan
Ela Rios
Juna West
Hans McKillip II
Delonin Aerth

OK, somehow or another my topic edit/change killed the poll. The results of the poll were:

Ela Rios: 9 votes
Zander Chan: 5 votes
Juna West: 5 votes
Hans McKillip: 2 votes
Delonin Aerth: 2 votes.


So so more votes. If you want to "vote" for your pick, then you'll have to write a simple/short (or better) RP story for it.

Again, feel free to make up whatever you want about any character or Wazzu itself.

Spammed bump again. Less then 3 hours to RP a short story and help decide who runs Wazzu for the next 200+ NS years (medical science is getting quite advanced, ya'know?).

**Elections Closed**

Winner should be announced within the next day or two. But right now, it is looking like Wazzu will start selling illicit drugs and dirty/nasty weapons on the open market (probably only melee weapons and small arms at first, but later maybe more).

Guess not too many were interested.... *sigh*

**Elections Closed**

Winner should be announced within the next day or two. But right now, it is looking like Wazzu will start selling illicit drugs and dirty/nasty weapons on the open market (probably only melee weapons and small arms at first, but later maybe more).

Guess not too many were interested.... *sigh*

Oh, the weapons would be shiny...

Well hey...at least you don't cause a semi-wordwar, like Knootoss tends to do every 4 years when election-time knocks on the door.

OOC: Santa Barbara ended up being the swing vote, and Ela Rios swiftly passed up front-runner Zander Chan to win the election. I'll develop the new Wazzu government here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=131683) over the next week or two.

Thank you to all those who voted (especially all those who RPed). Input is still welcome.

The aide walked in after being properly cleared. He dropped off the report at the desk of the Intelligence Director.

Translated from Vrakian.

-Hmrph? What’s this about?
-The latest briefing on the elections in Wazzu.
-Ah…we have never dealt with them.

The Director quickly scanned the candidates. He had a lot on his plate lately with the Dozle invasion and now the pirate fiasco. Thankfully, the politicians were busy hammering out a deal at Port Olympus so his staff was not particularily engaged in the latter episode. Essentially, Wazzu was hardly on Vrak’s radar but their activities on Mars and also this election served to have them scrutinized under a routine intelligence check, which is done with nearly all nations Vrak came into contact with.

The Director signed.

-They don’t seem to be radically changing their policies. They have been, from what we’ve seen, always reluctant to engage in war. I think that this ‘Ela Rios’ will merely guide the ship in the same path.
-It would seem so.
-Who was our choice?
-Ah, a Hans McKillip II.
-Right. He was the one who wanted more engagement with others. Not too much of a difference I suppose between the two. Hans would probably call out the military faster than Ela, wouldn’t you say?
-I would tend to think so.
-Well, do the usual monitoring. One day we might have to open up some exchanges with that nation when things settle down.
-Of course. I’ll issue the usual statement.
-Good.


To: Wazzu Diplomats
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Elections

Please accept our congratulations for Ela Rios in winning the elections.

OOC edit: got rid of those distracting quotes. As a side note, when my characters speak in Vrakian the statements are prefixed with "-".