New Ausha
06-08-2007, 20:40
OOC: In wake of the current international strife, i've decided too indirectly step in after a few weeks of being idle in II. Personally, jumping into a war never really works, so if anyone wants too bring me in, manuever a charchter in a situation below. Your RP'd actions will steer New Aushas course in International affairs.
-Mateel, New Ausha 6:37 Local Time-
The Chancellors motorcade sped swiftly down the soaked streets of Mateel. The occasional protestor stood on the designated sidewalked areas, usually closely watched by a State Policeman. Chancellor Ruas was old. He was in the middle of his third six-year term, heading the Aushan federal Goverment. Years of red tape and chain smoking will have quite an effect on you, as evident in the mans darkened complexion and wrinkled facial features. Ruas had recently been diagnosed with malignant cancer of his left lung, given, by estimate of a credible docotr at the Chancellry's very own infirmary, 4-5 years too live. Too go outside of Ruas's personal life, we see a world at war, mired in strife and anguish. Too the delight of pacifists and anti-war liberals in New Ausha, Ruas has stayed his countries powerful millitary hand in wake of these events. On the contrary, the growing Facist and war hungry communist parties of New Ausha have attacked the Chancellor furiously, accordingly setting off some of New Ausha highest profile Libel lawsuits in the States history. Ruas is tired. Hes tired of appearing in State courts for a quick Lbel hearing, or going over massive economic reports, the most recent being the New Aushan credits fall in value. He was definetly tired. 3 more years he would keep telling himself.
He was alloted 2 weeks vaction yearly, but with so many registered citizens and goverment institutions too manage, and keep docile, he rarely escaped too the Northern provinces, which was his home. The motocade is now close too a newly assembled crowd of communists. Hefty Aushan grown eggs fly into the streets, some narrowly missing the excecutive vehicles. Mateel city policmena control this intersection, about 30 are present, each armed accordingly with a nightstick, mace, pistols of assorted calibers, ans strudy, somewhat worn radios. Cameras at the intersection vigilantly watch the oncoming motorcade. Ruas strains his beady brown eyes against the rain soaked window, too notice a small rabble of supporters. For the first time in months, his brain produces the necessary chemical reactions too stimulate a subdued sense of euphoria. He presses the button on his door, too let the window down too half height. The tinted bulletproof glass, intended too stop even the heftiest and most deadly of bullets has been intentially lowered, so that the Chancellor may wave too his followers. The area at this moment is near several skyscrapers. The motorcade is followed closely by jet black SUV's, 4 too be exact, Aushan Honor guards in plainclothes. All is calm at this moment, the rain continues too patter down upon the asphalt...
-Mateel, New Ausha 6:37 Local Time-
The Chancellors motorcade sped swiftly down the soaked streets of Mateel. The occasional protestor stood on the designated sidewalked areas, usually closely watched by a State Policeman. Chancellor Ruas was old. He was in the middle of his third six-year term, heading the Aushan federal Goverment. Years of red tape and chain smoking will have quite an effect on you, as evident in the mans darkened complexion and wrinkled facial features. Ruas had recently been diagnosed with malignant cancer of his left lung, given, by estimate of a credible docotr at the Chancellry's very own infirmary, 4-5 years too live. Too go outside of Ruas's personal life, we see a world at war, mired in strife and anguish. Too the delight of pacifists and anti-war liberals in New Ausha, Ruas has stayed his countries powerful millitary hand in wake of these events. On the contrary, the growing Facist and war hungry communist parties of New Ausha have attacked the Chancellor furiously, accordingly setting off some of New Ausha highest profile Libel lawsuits in the States history. Ruas is tired. Hes tired of appearing in State courts for a quick Lbel hearing, or going over massive economic reports, the most recent being the New Aushan credits fall in value. He was definetly tired. 3 more years he would keep telling himself.
He was alloted 2 weeks vaction yearly, but with so many registered citizens and goverment institutions too manage, and keep docile, he rarely escaped too the Northern provinces, which was his home. The motocade is now close too a newly assembled crowd of communists. Hefty Aushan grown eggs fly into the streets, some narrowly missing the excecutive vehicles. Mateel city policmena control this intersection, about 30 are present, each armed accordingly with a nightstick, mace, pistols of assorted calibers, ans strudy, somewhat worn radios. Cameras at the intersection vigilantly watch the oncoming motorcade. Ruas strains his beady brown eyes against the rain soaked window, too notice a small rabble of supporters. For the first time in months, his brain produces the necessary chemical reactions too stimulate a subdued sense of euphoria. He presses the button on his door, too let the window down too half height. The tinted bulletproof glass, intended too stop even the heftiest and most deadly of bullets has been intentially lowered, so that the Chancellor may wave too his followers. The area at this moment is near several skyscrapers. The motorcade is followed closely by jet black SUV's, 4 too be exact, Aushan Honor guards in plainclothes. All is calm at this moment, the rain continues too patter down upon the asphalt...