Sarua
19-07-2004, 20:39
-30 minutes to Broadcast.-
The sun rose slowly its sleepy steps as it seemed to drag itself groggily up the sides of the numerous mountain slopes of the small nation. The light perpetual crested the hill its light fell over the numerous valleys, homes, cities, and business as it had done so many times before in this land, but today was different, today was the first day in the independence of a the Democratic Republic of Sarua.
Years of war, conflict, and constant struggle between city-states on this rugged, mountainous isle, had finally blossomed into a civilized society… or at least as civilized as any human society could be. As the suns rays dragged across the land its toil continuing as it continued to rise, the light cresting through windows and frolicking among the leaves of the evergreen trees as the early morning sun embraced the nation.
So to was another getting ready to address the nation, the newly elected Arch-Praetor of Sarua, Marcus Raveshaw was putting on the last touches of his dress uniform as he stood nervously in front of the mirror. Praetor Raveshaw was a young man as far as national leaders go, in his early thirties, clean shaven and not exactly terribly intimidating. His uniform and its straight starched lines hid the well toned wiry frame, but his broad shoulders, covered, by two connected metal plates made him seem rather noble.
“30 minutes till Showtime” pondered Marcus, this was not something new for him but something he knew all of the staff was unfamiliar with the constant border skirmishes, there had never been much time for diplomacy… and the news papers had shut down do the fact that most people had dropped their subscription in order to prevent from falling into depression. Too many lives had been lost in fruitless bickering of dictators, and now the people had come together and chose who they wanted to lead… or more correctly, they elected the senators who elected him… much to his surprise.
A gentle rapping came at his bedroom door in the Mountain Cabin Marcus cleared his throat, checked his buttons in the mirror, and walked over to the door, the dress sword swaying to and fro from his belt. as he opened, his chamber door he was met by the Minister of Foreign affairs Elisa Meraz who was wide eyed upon seeing Marcus “all snazzed-up” as she had described, what she suggested to wear for the international press conference.
“Err… Marcus, you look… nice” came a stuttered response, from long time friend. Marcus just smiled and nodded to Lisa in her usual gray pant suit.
“You as well Lisa, Now what can I help you with?” Marcus’ reply was crisp, clean, and without any hint of hesitation or doubt.
Lisa collected herself and held out a manila envelope for him with a smile. “ We got permission from one of our neighbors to use their satellites for broadcasting the address so this isn’t just a local broadcast… this things going to be global…”
Marcus’ smile drooped slightly, this was going to be more important than he thought, and his confidence was already slightly thin. “Well then I guess we should get down there shouldn’t we?”
Elisa nodded to him the they started down the hallway to the studio solemnly.
-10 minutes to Broadcast-
Sitting inside the darkened corner of the studio, opposite of the light flooded podium, sat two tall, and quiet men of nearly polar opposite backgrounds, Minister Roberts (Minister of Internal affairs) was on the left tall by any definition at 6’7” with chest, and feet to match, though rather physically intimidating, he wore a gorgeous almost paternal smile as he listed to Minister Blackthorn (Minister of Defense) ramble on about what could be done about with their recent raise in military budget.
“and that’s why I think we should start exporting some of our small arms… ya, see it makes perfect sense!” Blackthorn stopped for a second and waited fro a response from Roberts who just sat there with that grin on his face.
“Sean? Yo, Sean? You listening?” Sean finally snapped to when he heard “are you listening?” and un struggled to respond.
“ Umm… yep… that’s whatever it is your talking about for you…” Sean tried to think back to what the conversation was, but lost track after he’d started remembering his last trip to Pteros “that sure was some trip…”
“What Trip?” demanded Blackthorn as Sean realized he’d drifted off again. Sean stuttered trying to explain but was interrupted as Elisa, and Marcus arrived both men shot up to their feet in a salute, Blackthorn just shorter than Roberts but his military record was nearly perfect… so far…
“Gentlemen, we have work to do.” responded Marcus with a confident grin.
-Air Time-
An assistant began to count down from three on his right hand has Marcus checked his notes set on the podium and then looked up at the camera, looking slightly to the side to prevent from making eye contact with the camera, as the assistant pointed to him several camera’s small red lights came on.
“Good Morning, both to the People of Sarua, and to the People, and Governments of the world… For those of you who don’t Know me, I am the Newly elected Arch Praetor of the Democratic Republic of Sarua, for the last thirty years our nation has been in constant flux with local forces for the organization of a sovereign nation.. That was not accomplished until recently when the slow departure of isolationist and Oppressive political systems Sarua has finally rid itself of that extra weight and is taking its first steps out into the world.”
Marcus looked Up and Grinned at the camera, not a hint of doubt or fear in his eyes.
“This is a New Dawn for the Nation of Sarua, and we will hold onto this light perpetual until our dying breath… What we seek from the International Community is not only trading partners but resources exchange… though our coffers are mere drops compared to some of the superpowers out there, we area culturally diverse, and Resource rich nation… we have the skills, and materials which to mine this treacherous, yet beautiful terrain.. A task that many have failed before us… and so we stand rich in our pride, and humility as we seek those willing to share this glorious morning light with us.
Thank you for your time…”
The Arch-Praetor bowed slightly to the camera, and walked away from the podium.
The sun rose slowly its sleepy steps as it seemed to drag itself groggily up the sides of the numerous mountain slopes of the small nation. The light perpetual crested the hill its light fell over the numerous valleys, homes, cities, and business as it had done so many times before in this land, but today was different, today was the first day in the independence of a the Democratic Republic of Sarua.
Years of war, conflict, and constant struggle between city-states on this rugged, mountainous isle, had finally blossomed into a civilized society… or at least as civilized as any human society could be. As the suns rays dragged across the land its toil continuing as it continued to rise, the light cresting through windows and frolicking among the leaves of the evergreen trees as the early morning sun embraced the nation.
So to was another getting ready to address the nation, the newly elected Arch-Praetor of Sarua, Marcus Raveshaw was putting on the last touches of his dress uniform as he stood nervously in front of the mirror. Praetor Raveshaw was a young man as far as national leaders go, in his early thirties, clean shaven and not exactly terribly intimidating. His uniform and its straight starched lines hid the well toned wiry frame, but his broad shoulders, covered, by two connected metal plates made him seem rather noble.
“30 minutes till Showtime” pondered Marcus, this was not something new for him but something he knew all of the staff was unfamiliar with the constant border skirmishes, there had never been much time for diplomacy… and the news papers had shut down do the fact that most people had dropped their subscription in order to prevent from falling into depression. Too many lives had been lost in fruitless bickering of dictators, and now the people had come together and chose who they wanted to lead… or more correctly, they elected the senators who elected him… much to his surprise.
A gentle rapping came at his bedroom door in the Mountain Cabin Marcus cleared his throat, checked his buttons in the mirror, and walked over to the door, the dress sword swaying to and fro from his belt. as he opened, his chamber door he was met by the Minister of Foreign affairs Elisa Meraz who was wide eyed upon seeing Marcus “all snazzed-up” as she had described, what she suggested to wear for the international press conference.
“Err… Marcus, you look… nice” came a stuttered response, from long time friend. Marcus just smiled and nodded to Lisa in her usual gray pant suit.
“You as well Lisa, Now what can I help you with?” Marcus’ reply was crisp, clean, and without any hint of hesitation or doubt.
Lisa collected herself and held out a manila envelope for him with a smile. “ We got permission from one of our neighbors to use their satellites for broadcasting the address so this isn’t just a local broadcast… this things going to be global…”
Marcus’ smile drooped slightly, this was going to be more important than he thought, and his confidence was already slightly thin. “Well then I guess we should get down there shouldn’t we?”
Elisa nodded to him the they started down the hallway to the studio solemnly.
-10 minutes to Broadcast-
Sitting inside the darkened corner of the studio, opposite of the light flooded podium, sat two tall, and quiet men of nearly polar opposite backgrounds, Minister Roberts (Minister of Internal affairs) was on the left tall by any definition at 6’7” with chest, and feet to match, though rather physically intimidating, he wore a gorgeous almost paternal smile as he listed to Minister Blackthorn (Minister of Defense) ramble on about what could be done about with their recent raise in military budget.
“and that’s why I think we should start exporting some of our small arms… ya, see it makes perfect sense!” Blackthorn stopped for a second and waited fro a response from Roberts who just sat there with that grin on his face.
“Sean? Yo, Sean? You listening?” Sean finally snapped to when he heard “are you listening?” and un struggled to respond.
“ Umm… yep… that’s whatever it is your talking about for you…” Sean tried to think back to what the conversation was, but lost track after he’d started remembering his last trip to Pteros “that sure was some trip…”
“What Trip?” demanded Blackthorn as Sean realized he’d drifted off again. Sean stuttered trying to explain but was interrupted as Elisa, and Marcus arrived both men shot up to their feet in a salute, Blackthorn just shorter than Roberts but his military record was nearly perfect… so far…
“Gentlemen, we have work to do.” responded Marcus with a confident grin.
-Air Time-
An assistant began to count down from three on his right hand has Marcus checked his notes set on the podium and then looked up at the camera, looking slightly to the side to prevent from making eye contact with the camera, as the assistant pointed to him several camera’s small red lights came on.
“Good Morning, both to the People of Sarua, and to the People, and Governments of the world… For those of you who don’t Know me, I am the Newly elected Arch Praetor of the Democratic Republic of Sarua, for the last thirty years our nation has been in constant flux with local forces for the organization of a sovereign nation.. That was not accomplished until recently when the slow departure of isolationist and Oppressive political systems Sarua has finally rid itself of that extra weight and is taking its first steps out into the world.”
Marcus looked Up and Grinned at the camera, not a hint of doubt or fear in his eyes.
“This is a New Dawn for the Nation of Sarua, and we will hold onto this light perpetual until our dying breath… What we seek from the International Community is not only trading partners but resources exchange… though our coffers are mere drops compared to some of the superpowers out there, we area culturally diverse, and Resource rich nation… we have the skills, and materials which to mine this treacherous, yet beautiful terrain.. A task that many have failed before us… and so we stand rich in our pride, and humility as we seek those willing to share this glorious morning light with us.
Thank you for your time…”
The Arch-Praetor bowed slightly to the camera, and walked away from the podium.