Dukarbana
11-01-2007, 06:01
At last, the final touches to his uniform were complete. The black peaked cap was perfect on his head, the blue shirt was flat and smooth, his black pants were tight, and his shiny parade shoes were bright. He looked at himself in the mirror and nodded. "Yes, once again my appearance is satisfactory" he stated, brushing his small black hair. The long black mustache was also trimmed and waxed down. His cold blue eyes staring into his image. He has been through this procedure for the past decade and he hasn't failed even once. He finally putted on his gun belt and the iron colored sun armband on his left arm.
A knock on the door interupped Domingo Perez. Taking in a long sigh, he did a about face and called the person in. Domingo beamed a smile when one of his allies walked in. "Ready for your your speech sir? asked Daniel Ortega. Daniel Ortega was one of the original founders of the PCWP (Patagonian Conservative Workers Party) along with Perez. Currently he is the Deputy Protector of Patagonia and the head of the army intelligence service, the CASBA. Despite his skinny torso, he was the most healthiest men in Perez's staff.
"Well, I never been late to a speech, and I damn well don't plan on it either" Perez declared, making his point by shaking his fist into the air. Ortega just nodded and swung his arm towards the end of the hall. Perez took the lead and marched step by step down the grandhall of the Executive Mansion. Escorts in black uniforms were there to protect him, rifles at ready. The only sound echoing throughout the hall were the footsteps of Perez and his convoy.
When the doors opened, Domingo Perez was greeted by shouts of "Victory!" in Spanish and salutes. This room was the assembly hall of the Mansion which held 900 people, all of them party members or civilians wanting to hear the speech tonight. Already, Domingo's Propaganda and Communications Director, Juilius Sanchez, threw the crowd into a stern frenzy. The man always had a talent for public speaking...thats why I hired him in the first place. But now its my turn in the spotlight!. After a quick scan around the room, Perez fired his arm up into a salute, which gave the audience the incentive to salute back and yell "Hail Perez!" over and over again.
With a wave of a hand, silence rose from its absence. Perez spoke into the microphone "I am Perez and I'm here to tell you the truth!" A round of applause responded to the Patagonian leader. Again, another wave of the hand "The truth is my fellow men, that this decade shall be a new era for Patagonia and noone can stop us from achieving our national goals! It was our birthright to become the titans of society! Far too long our economy has been struggling to rearm and repair the damage caused by the coup and the incompetent monarchy in the '20s! While our neighbors and foreign countries produce consumer goods at a high rate, we only produce a fourth of that! A FOURTH! This disgracing number has been forced down our throats by monarchists and bolsheviks controlling the industrial sectors, spinning the great nation of Patagonia down into nothing! This shall not stand and it'll never stand as long as I STAND ON MY TWO FEET BREATHING RESISTING!" That arouse alot of cheering, saluting, and screaming. After five minutes of this controlled chaos, Perez waved again for silence. "However, our economy will recover again. Pretty soon I shall promise you that. I love my country as much as you do and thats why I'm here. I just approved a policy that I right now hold in my hand in fine print," he held the paper high enough for all the eyes to behold, " this deal is a policy that approves the production of more factories in our cities. This new plan shall raise jobs and raise our production rates. This plan also gives better conditions for the workers since they are the veins of Patagonia. Yes my friends, we shall be mighty...WE SHALL BE TITANS! VICTORY!" Perez shot his arm high up in the official salute. Once again, the frenzy of the citizens returned. Perez stepped back from the podium and walked back to the doors of the Grand Hall with his escort.
"Hopefully this plan will be successful sir." Juilius commented to Perez after they saluted.
"It will my friend....it damn well will."
A knock on the door interupped Domingo Perez. Taking in a long sigh, he did a about face and called the person in. Domingo beamed a smile when one of his allies walked in. "Ready for your your speech sir? asked Daniel Ortega. Daniel Ortega was one of the original founders of the PCWP (Patagonian Conservative Workers Party) along with Perez. Currently he is the Deputy Protector of Patagonia and the head of the army intelligence service, the CASBA. Despite his skinny torso, he was the most healthiest men in Perez's staff.
"Well, I never been late to a speech, and I damn well don't plan on it either" Perez declared, making his point by shaking his fist into the air. Ortega just nodded and swung his arm towards the end of the hall. Perez took the lead and marched step by step down the grandhall of the Executive Mansion. Escorts in black uniforms were there to protect him, rifles at ready. The only sound echoing throughout the hall were the footsteps of Perez and his convoy.
When the doors opened, Domingo Perez was greeted by shouts of "Victory!" in Spanish and salutes. This room was the assembly hall of the Mansion which held 900 people, all of them party members or civilians wanting to hear the speech tonight. Already, Domingo's Propaganda and Communications Director, Juilius Sanchez, threw the crowd into a stern frenzy. The man always had a talent for public speaking...thats why I hired him in the first place. But now its my turn in the spotlight!. After a quick scan around the room, Perez fired his arm up into a salute, which gave the audience the incentive to salute back and yell "Hail Perez!" over and over again.
With a wave of a hand, silence rose from its absence. Perez spoke into the microphone "I am Perez and I'm here to tell you the truth!" A round of applause responded to the Patagonian leader. Again, another wave of the hand "The truth is my fellow men, that this decade shall be a new era for Patagonia and noone can stop us from achieving our national goals! It was our birthright to become the titans of society! Far too long our economy has been struggling to rearm and repair the damage caused by the coup and the incompetent monarchy in the '20s! While our neighbors and foreign countries produce consumer goods at a high rate, we only produce a fourth of that! A FOURTH! This disgracing number has been forced down our throats by monarchists and bolsheviks controlling the industrial sectors, spinning the great nation of Patagonia down into nothing! This shall not stand and it'll never stand as long as I STAND ON MY TWO FEET BREATHING RESISTING!" That arouse alot of cheering, saluting, and screaming. After five minutes of this controlled chaos, Perez waved again for silence. "However, our economy will recover again. Pretty soon I shall promise you that. I love my country as much as you do and thats why I'm here. I just approved a policy that I right now hold in my hand in fine print," he held the paper high enough for all the eyes to behold, " this deal is a policy that approves the production of more factories in our cities. This new plan shall raise jobs and raise our production rates. This plan also gives better conditions for the workers since they are the veins of Patagonia. Yes my friends, we shall be mighty...WE SHALL BE TITANS! VICTORY!" Perez shot his arm high up in the official salute. Once again, the frenzy of the citizens returned. Perez stepped back from the podium and walked back to the doors of the Grand Hall with his escort.
"Hopefully this plan will be successful sir." Juilius commented to Perez after they saluted.
"It will my friend....it damn well will."