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The New Empire of Mestionian Refits her Armed Services

Mestionian
05-06-2004, 03:42
It was decided following the signing of the Treaty of Ives that in order for Mestionian to revive her glory that she must first revive her military. Accordingly, Chief of the Governing Council George Wallace, a leader voted in unanimously and given essentially dictatorial powers order the reopening of Mestionian's arms plants and the resumption of production of all aspects of military equipment. Using a combined gold store worth upwards of $14 trillion, the Chief Counselor is expected to equip Mestionian's forty million soldiers with the finest food, weaponry, and training possible.

"The first thing we must do is begin immediate unit formation and clothing distribution to the Army and Navy, both groups still wear whatever clothes they brought with them to their training camps." spoke Counselor Joist, a very fat, almost comical character from the Northernmost island in the archilpelago. "We need competant officers in charge and a uniform that encompasses the entire armed service, land and sea."

"Already done" spoke the Chief Counselor, seemingly uninterested.

"How is that?" spoke Joist, a bit confused. "We must vote on all expenditures, as per the Treaty of Ives."

"Do you want to argue or do you want a standing army and a uniformed navy battle-ready in two months?", retorted Wallace.

"Two months? You're insane my good man, such a feat cannot be accomplished."

"Oh, but it can" said Wallace, "My men began operating the abandonned textile factories on Everon well before the Treaty of Ives was signed. Not only that, but on my order as Chief Counselor, factories all over the archipelgo have been opened. Presently uniforms, weapons, and necessary equipment is being distributed to our most useful soldiers. I've also comissioned the building of three new naval groups, including aricraft carriers and the planes to launch from them. According to current projections, total military readiness stands at 26% at this very moment. In two months time, our army shall have recieved their new MC-04 Battle Tanks and have formed their regiments around them. Given our proclivity to sea-travel, ship production is well ahead of schedule, and the navy should be at full operating capacity in less than two months. Our men are sailors by trade, what we need are pilots, they are to be trained by the Azerians as part of a good-will tour of sorts. According to my advisors, complete military readiness for both the Army and Navy will be achieved in two months. Gentlemen, you asked for glory, and I have given it to you."

"This is madness" spoke Joist, growing more irate. "You did all this, without even consulting the council, you should be shot as a traitor to the very peace you brought to this nation."

"I really didn't want it to have to come to this, but you leave me little recourse old friend." With that, three uniformed and armed men entered the room. "Gentlemen, meet the Empiral Guard, they fought for me before the treaty, and they protect me now. Mr. Joist, you have threatened me with death, and so you must be dealt with. I'm sorry, but I will not tolerate such brash talk. Major Brinks, escort Counselor Joist out of the building, if he resists, shoot him." With that, the former Counselor was lifted from his chair and escorted out of the room by the Emperial Guard, never to be seem again.

"Here is how I see this happening" spoke the Chief Counselor, "My men will act as officers for both services, I will hand-select the generals and admirals, they will pick their captains, etc, so on, so forth. Any objections? Good. Now, we'll break for lunch, come back, and discuss ways in which to improve the dreadful state of our merchant marine."

And so on this day, Mestionian began her assention to the world power she would soon become.