Islandia Schultaria
28-06-2004, 07:07
Theodore Smith had to face reality...
"The war, the promise, the idea of triumphantly returning to Schultaria Prime is out of our reach forever. They've become too strong, damn the Schultz family for taking what we had earned," he thought to himself as he sat in his faded black smoking jacket, "It's time; the prospect of merging with our rivals is far more profitable than the alternative."
"Heh I might lose my shirt, but I'll still have the chance to prosper another day."
As he paged through binders of dire economic predictions, Smith knew that this was the right thing to do despite it running counter to all of his business training. His face, a pale peach from his lack of exposure to the elements and overabundance of pipe tobacco, unfurled into a deeply remorseful grimace over the prospects rolling about in his head. His beloved nation, the Islands of True Sooltar, had stood steadfast and proud against the mob over a century ago. Even after the Schultarian revolution, Sooltar was a wonder to behold for its wealth and prosperity.
How the times have changed...
Activating his small camera phone, Theodore placed the call to his most hated family rival to end his nightmare.
"Director Schultz, this is CEO Thomas.
You win. Sooltar has finally experienced the worst blows to its economy since the 'revolution' where your family took the power away from our corporations. However, I digress, that was three generations ago; our people wish to end this dispute once and for all. The corporate oligarchy is dead, replaced by a bunch of middle class leftists who desire to be reunited with the mainland. They've even altered the name of this once proud island to insure your nation's acceptance.
Elliot, we both know that both my Grandfather Byron and your Grandfather Merle are long since committed only to memory. Being so, and as a matter of practicality for the millions currently facing poverty in our nation, I wish you to come to the capital city of Padersonia to finalize a union between our two nations."
On the other end of the line:
"So, this is how the great Schultarian Revolution will finally end. I guess all things do come full circle if given enough time.
Expect me within the week to begin negotiations. I'll be arriving on the S.S.S. Codo with limited escort as to insure my safety. Let's only hope that both our Granduncles would have wanted us to make peace."
"The war, the promise, the idea of triumphantly returning to Schultaria Prime is out of our reach forever. They've become too strong, damn the Schultz family for taking what we had earned," he thought to himself as he sat in his faded black smoking jacket, "It's time; the prospect of merging with our rivals is far more profitable than the alternative."
"Heh I might lose my shirt, but I'll still have the chance to prosper another day."
As he paged through binders of dire economic predictions, Smith knew that this was the right thing to do despite it running counter to all of his business training. His face, a pale peach from his lack of exposure to the elements and overabundance of pipe tobacco, unfurled into a deeply remorseful grimace over the prospects rolling about in his head. His beloved nation, the Islands of True Sooltar, had stood steadfast and proud against the mob over a century ago. Even after the Schultarian revolution, Sooltar was a wonder to behold for its wealth and prosperity.
How the times have changed...
Activating his small camera phone, Theodore placed the call to his most hated family rival to end his nightmare.
"Director Schultz, this is CEO Thomas.
You win. Sooltar has finally experienced the worst blows to its economy since the 'revolution' where your family took the power away from our corporations. However, I digress, that was three generations ago; our people wish to end this dispute once and for all. The corporate oligarchy is dead, replaced by a bunch of middle class leftists who desire to be reunited with the mainland. They've even altered the name of this once proud island to insure your nation's acceptance.
Elliot, we both know that both my Grandfather Byron and your Grandfather Merle are long since committed only to memory. Being so, and as a matter of practicality for the millions currently facing poverty in our nation, I wish you to come to the capital city of Padersonia to finalize a union between our two nations."
On the other end of the line:
"So, this is how the great Schultarian Revolution will finally end. I guess all things do come full circle if given enough time.
Expect me within the week to begin negotiations. I'll be arriving on the S.S.S. Codo with limited escort as to insure my safety. Let's only hope that both our Granduncles would have wanted us to make peace."