Scandavian States
26-10-2004, 03:58
[Right, understand that this is closed everyone except myself and one of Illior's puppets. I ask that if you have to tag, do so using the Thread Tool menu in the upper right hand corner of this thread, however legitimate comments on the RP are acceptable. That is all for now]
Emperor Alexander I Larsen was not having a good day, which as he aged seemed to sum up his daily routine more and more. This time it was population issues, more specifically it was the climbing population density that was causing his less-than-perfect day. “So, you’re telling me that because of our policy of keeping our land as intact as possible, for strategic reasons of course, the population density it causing greater demand in the marketplace in general, and in housing specifically, that can’t be met by supply, which is in turn driving up prices? Gentlemen, this is unacceptable, ever since we took to building extremely large skyscrapers with all kinds of apartments and housing, prices have been fairly low, even for the more luxurious units. This is going to affect our economy, and not in a good way, if something isn’t done. So, are there any suggestions?”
A small man, wearing a gray summer-weight suit with a black t-shirt underneath, cleared his throat and said, “Sir, I think we may have found a solution.”
Alexander didn’t recognize the man, he hadn’t been to any meetings before, “Who are you and whom do you work for?”
“My name is Cardew Barrow, I’m an analyst within the Satellite Reconnaissance Officer of the External Security Service.”
The game of Royal Twenty Questions continued with, “Just what is it that you think you have that will help us. I was under the impression that satellites were fairly small and incapable of alleviating population problems, seeing as they’re in space and all.”
Barrow managed a slight smile at the joke, even though he was greatly intimidated by being the subject of his sovereign’s grilling, “As you may know, we’ve had one or two satellites doing random surveys of the planet, more to justify continued funding of them than anything, for the past year. In that time we’ve managed to pick up quite a few uninhabited landmasses, mostly small islands. However, there’s one that’s substantially larger than the rest, very nearly the size of our own mainland.”
“You’re suggesting what, exactly?” The Emperor thought he knew where this was going, but couldn’t be quite sure.
“One of the newbies in my section suggested that it would be ‘cool’ to send an expedition, maybe even found a colony. I believe he even made the quip that ‘An Empire isn’t an Empire until it has a few colonies under its belt,’” relayed what was the civilian equivalent of a Non-Commissioned Officer.
“I could sit here making you sweat all day with my questions, but I believe that would be counter-productive. Instead, you may go back to your office.” Just as Barrow reached the door Alexander stopped him, “Oh, and fill out a promotion request for whoever suggested that idea of yours and send it by my office.”
The Emperor didn’t add that he’d be endorsing it himself, that’d be a nice little surprise for whoever it was that had inadvertently saved his nation a lot of pain. He then picked up a folder, flipped through the printed photos and files inside, and handed it to Admiral of the Fleet Tzu, “I want you to organize an expedition. Keep the ships assigned for this outing to a division of destroyers and a composite flotilla of transports. Coordinate with the Civil Affairs Service to find civilian volunteers, I’ll send them the parameters for who is acceptable. Sun, this is under your personal watch, I don’t care if you have to shirk all of your other administrative duties to your subordinates, just get this done properly.”
Emperor Alexander I Larsen was not having a good day, which as he aged seemed to sum up his daily routine more and more. This time it was population issues, more specifically it was the climbing population density that was causing his less-than-perfect day. “So, you’re telling me that because of our policy of keeping our land as intact as possible, for strategic reasons of course, the population density it causing greater demand in the marketplace in general, and in housing specifically, that can’t be met by supply, which is in turn driving up prices? Gentlemen, this is unacceptable, ever since we took to building extremely large skyscrapers with all kinds of apartments and housing, prices have been fairly low, even for the more luxurious units. This is going to affect our economy, and not in a good way, if something isn’t done. So, are there any suggestions?”
A small man, wearing a gray summer-weight suit with a black t-shirt underneath, cleared his throat and said, “Sir, I think we may have found a solution.”
Alexander didn’t recognize the man, he hadn’t been to any meetings before, “Who are you and whom do you work for?”
“My name is Cardew Barrow, I’m an analyst within the Satellite Reconnaissance Officer of the External Security Service.”
The game of Royal Twenty Questions continued with, “Just what is it that you think you have that will help us. I was under the impression that satellites were fairly small and incapable of alleviating population problems, seeing as they’re in space and all.”
Barrow managed a slight smile at the joke, even though he was greatly intimidated by being the subject of his sovereign’s grilling, “As you may know, we’ve had one or two satellites doing random surveys of the planet, more to justify continued funding of them than anything, for the past year. In that time we’ve managed to pick up quite a few uninhabited landmasses, mostly small islands. However, there’s one that’s substantially larger than the rest, very nearly the size of our own mainland.”
“You’re suggesting what, exactly?” The Emperor thought he knew where this was going, but couldn’t be quite sure.
“One of the newbies in my section suggested that it would be ‘cool’ to send an expedition, maybe even found a colony. I believe he even made the quip that ‘An Empire isn’t an Empire until it has a few colonies under its belt,’” relayed what was the civilian equivalent of a Non-Commissioned Officer.
“I could sit here making you sweat all day with my questions, but I believe that would be counter-productive. Instead, you may go back to your office.” Just as Barrow reached the door Alexander stopped him, “Oh, and fill out a promotion request for whoever suggested that idea of yours and send it by my office.”
The Emperor didn’t add that he’d be endorsing it himself, that’d be a nice little surprise for whoever it was that had inadvertently saved his nation a lot of pain. He then picked up a folder, flipped through the printed photos and files inside, and handed it to Admiral of the Fleet Tzu, “I want you to organize an expedition. Keep the ships assigned for this outing to a division of destroyers and a composite flotilla of transports. Coordinate with the Civil Affairs Service to find civilian volunteers, I’ll send them the parameters for who is acceptable. Sun, this is under your personal watch, I don’t care if you have to shirk all of your other administrative duties to your subordinates, just get this done properly.”