NationStates Jolt Archive

Ferpin. Mr. Michael Ferpin, the newly elected president of Maraster, elected by about 84,3% of the voters in order to bring stability and peace in the Republic. The last President, Lager Hakkan of his own party, had left the nation with a huge financial pit to fill, and Ferpin surely had no idea how to do it, although he said to the public he could - and would. As he knocked the door of his new house, a historical building at Lama Lane, he took a Teenage Girl out of his pocked of the new suit the party had payed him and threw it in the air. If Maraster's national motto would be on top when it hit the ground, he would bring stability and peace on the island. If it would show the face of the famous Teenage Girl that had posed for it almost 1000 years ago, he would try and fill the financial pit by all means. The decision was near, and the moment a servant opened the door the Teenage Girl fell with the national motto on top.

Michael entered the building and looked at the paintings he had only seen on photo's and video material before. Painings of famous Marasters painters and artists had been confiscated by the last king of Maraster ages before, and the process of returning them to their rightfull owners was still somewhere in a desk of a man who had to stamp governmental decisions.

He climbed the old, wooden staircase and entered what would be his new office for the coming 4 years. While entering, 4 men, 3 in military suits and 1 in a smooth jeans and vest outfit stood up and saluted me. It's ok gentlemen, retake your seats, Michael smiled.

Alright then, he said taking a laptop out of a drawer wich labeled "Presidential Laptopt", What's the situation of our country?
Without speaking, the 4 men each layed an estimated 300 pages report on the table. To make a long thing short, the military situation of Maraster was not too bad considering the economical one. The navy had the necessary troops and materials to gaurd the island, and so did the airforce and land troops. Making a note that he should write an international report about it later, he gave the 3 military suited men permission to leave the room and the building and asked for the economical situation in short, and ways to improve it.

Well, to be honest Mr. President. We're short 10 million $. Michael's mood changed, that was not even a percentage of the numbers he had heard before in the parliament. What happened? He asked curiously. We managed to lay hands on Hakkan's Swiss bank account and taxed it about 99% the minister said proud.

Ferkin opened the laptopt and opened the word program, writing down all things he had remembered from the vocal reports he had got. After that, he opened a document saying "Diplomatic Relations Maraster".

It had no entries....

Very well, then bring me some normale cake, he grumbled as the servant ran off to serve the President some cake. It had been a debate for over 15 minutes, that chocolate cake was only used for very special occasions and the servant didn't move an inche when debating with the President.

Obviously a teenage boy, he thought as he called the Chef of Employment to inform him that another teenage boy had delivered a fake ID in order to get a job at Lama Lane.

It had been 3 days since Michael had been chosen President, and the 3rd time that he would start debating in the Parliament in order to raise general taxes but lower the taxes on gass prices. About 51% of the Parliament had not agreed with the first voting, putting a start on a 7 day campaign to get the proposal agreed. It would be the first step to filling the remaining financial debt, or so that was his disguise. In fact, he would use only 10% of the gained money to make the country richer, and the other one he would spend on finding a good aircraft replacement.

So far, the military was the proud owner of 16 B-1's, but it would be wise to buy more advanced aircraft, such as the ones many fellow nations made and produced with their own hands. If that would be done, he would move on to the next level, fighters. And each year, he would use the entire military budget to buy new things. It would mean that a war would mean the end of his rule and the peace under the people. They had no money for war, atleast no the coming 20 - 50 years. Maraster would need strong allies, people who they could rely on to defend them. The only problem was where to find those, but the solution was not to be found. It was to find ourselfes.

As of today, the government has started a recruiting program that will recruit thousands of young people to join the government and be placed in far away countries and nations. The youth is our future, and it was nothing else in Maraster.

Michael watched the birds fly outside, a police unit chasing a young criminal and two newly wedds making out in the park, the young man massasing his brides breasts without any shame.

Maraster had the youth, but they were not always good youth. But atleast we had them.