The Fedral Union
31-01-2007, 21:27
New Vesta, presidential hall, 0800 hours.
An older man walked in through the large metal gleaming doors that lead in to the presidents office, the lights where already on the desk in front of the man was illuminated , the glassy metal structure gleaming slightly in the white yellowish light, the walls patterned in regal metal decorations.
The office had lights dotting the walls, the ground was carpeted with short haired soft Grey carpet, the man stood front of the desk noticing details around him for the split second there was quietness, suddenly a black leather like chair swiveled from a magnificently large window, there sat the president, his young smooth face looking up at the old man, his black suit hanging slightly down from his built body. In a rather professional yet friendly tone he asked .
“Can I help you bester?”
the older man nodded and sighed, his skinny frail body shifting as he breathed. He responded
“Mr president, there are urgent matters we need to discuss, i suggest you turn on the news cast..”
the president blinked a bit reaching his smooth toned hand over to a button on his metal desk that had some undone paperwork on it, his hand pressed the blue button down, and suddenly a screen came up on the left side of the desk turning immediately to the news network, suddenly images of groups of people running around in the streets of Hermes city came up, fires and riots could be seen in the images, the president stood up he had not watched the news since inauguration day, he sat up watching the violent images un fold, people throwing rocks, objects and home made bombs at advancing riot police.
He looked over to bester and sighed saying “What the hell is going on and why was I not notified?” his eyes narrowed as he sighed again his body shimmering slightly in the light of the office.
Bester shook his head and responded ”Sir, some of these colonies have had these Issues for a long time, over crowding in them has gotten to the point of mass riots, New Vesta has not seen any of it because of its population control policies, others never had them in place, my recommendation is we start expanding and establishing new outposts in the belt.”he president nodded his eyes panning the HV again as he shut it off, he responded slightly.
“Make it happen..”
0500 new Chorion base asteroid belt..., Several massive ships began to detach from anchors in the ship yard, there magnificent hulls gleaming in the sun light, the Grey rough features being emphasized by the light of the station and sun , there engines revved up with gloriously bright burst, the ships began to move, there hulls shimmering through the darkness of space.
The destination for these ships where several colonies, including New Hermes in the south jovian sector. The fleet of the UAF only numbered around 200, the rest of the ships where still under construction, a fleet of twenty ships began rumbling towards the border of know asteroid space waiting for colonial transports. Ships ranging from cruiser to frigate status stood in weight, there engines silent as they waited in the dark cold vacuum of space. Transports docked at star bases across the colonies, advertisements went up about new real estate and opportunity in the belt , the ships began taking on men, women and children, as they flocked to take advantage of the new offers.
An older man walked in through the large metal gleaming doors that lead in to the presidents office, the lights where already on the desk in front of the man was illuminated , the glassy metal structure gleaming slightly in the white yellowish light, the walls patterned in regal metal decorations.
The office had lights dotting the walls, the ground was carpeted with short haired soft Grey carpet, the man stood front of the desk noticing details around him for the split second there was quietness, suddenly a black leather like chair swiveled from a magnificently large window, there sat the president, his young smooth face looking up at the old man, his black suit hanging slightly down from his built body. In a rather professional yet friendly tone he asked .
“Can I help you bester?”
the older man nodded and sighed, his skinny frail body shifting as he breathed. He responded
“Mr president, there are urgent matters we need to discuss, i suggest you turn on the news cast..”
the president blinked a bit reaching his smooth toned hand over to a button on his metal desk that had some undone paperwork on it, his hand pressed the blue button down, and suddenly a screen came up on the left side of the desk turning immediately to the news network, suddenly images of groups of people running around in the streets of Hermes city came up, fires and riots could be seen in the images, the president stood up he had not watched the news since inauguration day, he sat up watching the violent images un fold, people throwing rocks, objects and home made bombs at advancing riot police.
He looked over to bester and sighed saying “What the hell is going on and why was I not notified?” his eyes narrowed as he sighed again his body shimmering slightly in the light of the office.
Bester shook his head and responded ”Sir, some of these colonies have had these Issues for a long time, over crowding in them has gotten to the point of mass riots, New Vesta has not seen any of it because of its population control policies, others never had them in place, my recommendation is we start expanding and establishing new outposts in the belt.”he president nodded his eyes panning the HV again as he shut it off, he responded slightly.
“Make it happen..”
0500 new Chorion base asteroid belt..., Several massive ships began to detach from anchors in the ship yard, there magnificent hulls gleaming in the sun light, the Grey rough features being emphasized by the light of the station and sun , there engines revved up with gloriously bright burst, the ships began to move, there hulls shimmering through the darkness of space.
The destination for these ships where several colonies, including New Hermes in the south jovian sector. The fleet of the UAF only numbered around 200, the rest of the ships where still under construction, a fleet of twenty ships began rumbling towards the border of know asteroid space waiting for colonial transports. Ships ranging from cruiser to frigate status stood in weight, there engines silent as they waited in the dark cold vacuum of space. Transports docked at star bases across the colonies, advertisements went up about new real estate and opportunity in the belt , the ships began taking on men, women and children, as they flocked to take advantage of the new offers.