NationStates Jolt Archive


The Noachian Consortium

Santa Barbaran Noachia
12-08-2004, 19:58
Enrique Alvarez was often thought of as the fifth wheel, unneeded. Segundo.

Though in a position of absurdly high power, as chief exec of Utopia Mining Company, his role as Justice Minister in the CoFedCo was, well, disappointing. Abadas had him doing menial oversights while the other big boys ran the government.

He was tired of all that. Who wouldn't be? In a free market system, his vote would be the most important - and on the TNE, it would have been, but for his unwillingness to use capital resources to exercise what was, after all, just democracy. Over the TNE still lurked the iron hand of Bob Pratt, now attached to Heinrid Abadas's arm. The TNE was uselessly slow, and could be overturned by the President and the ITDO.

Years pass. Things change.

So now he smoked his cigarette, steeling his insides for the coming meeting. He'd arrived at this dark corner of a dark office by a circuitous route. He hadn't been followed to his knowledge, but that didn't mean he had made it unnoticed.

The place was bugged, of course, but this was Mars, after all. Not Earth. It would take almost an hour for light itself to travel the distance, and even longer for any security notice to make it through the bureacracy to Abadas's office in New State City.

Things change. A few years ago, the IIA was the world's crack police agency, all-knowing, all-seeing. There was no crime then, but there were fewer freedoms as well. Now crime was here to stay, and freedom, both to the advantage of the Noachian consortium.

ooc: story, will become open as things progress.