Rejected Regents
20-08-2007, 22:40
Chief Executive Officer Edward Alistair walked slowly down the exit ramp from where his helicopter had delivered him, upon a platform leading into the Capitol Building of the Corporate State of Regencia. He wore a black overcoat and held at his side a brown leather brief case filled with files and documents relative to his new holdings over this element of the Kraven Corporation. Since he had been appointed CEO of this area, in the divine and almighty wisdom of Father, he had been studying on its history and how it fell to the Supreme State and was amazed at how easily conquered it had been. A massive nation of some two point six and seven tenths billion people, yet there was no resistance to Corporate control whatsoever. The former Government had been fractionalized, for years it had been a muddle of independent city states, vying for power against each other, with periodic interspersed periods of peace dobbled across a time line crossed with near perpetual war. The Kraven Corporation offered stability to these people, and with Battalions of Capitol Police steadily landing, making an incredible show of force to these people, they knew that submission was their only option. They did not realise their mistake until it was too late.
The sky was dark and rain fell heavily around him as he walked at a brisk but steady pace to the door of the building which he would call home. It was extravagant on the outside and he could only conjure up the wildest dreams of its beauty within, having hired the greatest artists and decorators from across the globe to provide with a stern and manly, yet sophisticated look which would suit him and his needs. He sneered as he looked out across the Capital city, which lay wore down, dirty, with people being corralled in long straight lines in their white work uniforms, down paths to their respective job locations where they would spend their day working for the benefit of the Supreme State. A consequence of his being made the national leader of this…Enterprise if you will, was that the Supreme State must always be paid its dues. Failure to meet Father’s harsh demands would result in inefficiency and a lull in the domestic numbers which were required to fuel the Campaign for Absolute Unification, an inefficiency which would have to be terminated.
The people were his slaves. The most beautiful of the nation’s young girls were spared a fate of harsh work and labour and brought to him for his gratification, to live with him as his concubines. The others, mere trash, would work forever in any of the munitions factories, mines, or any other innumerable tasks and jobs which they were being presently corralled to. Or worse, be banished to the birthing chambers, a fate he cared not to think about, but knew that Father applied for the benefit of humanity and the production of perfect warriors, the Capitol Police.
Below he heard the stiff hammering of jackboots as a Capitol Police unit marched on a patrol throughout the city, ensuring compliance and absolute obedience. Conformity was key, any lack of discipline was inefficiency, and inefficiencies must be terminated lest they grow into larger ones. He smiled evilly at that thought. Inefficiency, non compliance, is a cancer, a disease, which one must cut out before it can metastasize throughout the rest of the body.
Entering his office for the first time he was more than astounded. Marble floors with beautiful oriental rugs from Persia, many with threaded gold, his concubines dressed suggestively, giggling to themselves as he entered.
“Life is so very, very, good,” He said to himself, continuing on. Ultimately, he entered his office, a massive space occupied by uncountable books, a massive desk made from the finest wood, and a television/view screen with which to observe the happenings across his nation. He opened up his brief case and got to work, analyzing, studying, and committing to memory everything about his nation which was required to effectively lead it. His secretary walked in, setting a series of manila folders on his desk with red ink stamped onto them telling of their level of importance. He began with the one marked, “HIGH PRIORITY” first, knowing that likely it was from the High Command itself.
“You’re first military mission as CEO of Regencia is required. The foolish nation of Allanea has dared to attack the Supreme State. You are to engage them and make them suffer. Punish them for their insolence! Make them pay with their pathetic lives.
~Supreme State High Command”
He nodded, calling on his Military advisor, Feldmarschall Dieter Underto. He immediately entered the room as if he expected the call, which perhaps he did, and saluted sharply. “Sir! How may I be of use?”
“The Supreme State is being attacked. It has been requested that we mobilize against the forces of Allanea as soon as possible. How long before we can mobilize our forces against them?”
“Soon sir. The Kriegsmarine is nearly ready, and several Capitol Police Battalions can be immediately sent to fight anywhere required.”
“Excellent. Ensure that it happens.”
“Very well, sir,” And with that the Feldmarschall exited the room to organize his forces for their Campaign against these foolish people who dared defy the Unification. Alistair sat back calmly all the while, leaning back in his chair, thinking about the sheer excellence he felt at being the supreme ruler of an entire nation.
(OOC: I'm assuming you're good with this history, and my way of handling it, eh Kraven my man?)
The sky was dark and rain fell heavily around him as he walked at a brisk but steady pace to the door of the building which he would call home. It was extravagant on the outside and he could only conjure up the wildest dreams of its beauty within, having hired the greatest artists and decorators from across the globe to provide with a stern and manly, yet sophisticated look which would suit him and his needs. He sneered as he looked out across the Capital city, which lay wore down, dirty, with people being corralled in long straight lines in their white work uniforms, down paths to their respective job locations where they would spend their day working for the benefit of the Supreme State. A consequence of his being made the national leader of this…Enterprise if you will, was that the Supreme State must always be paid its dues. Failure to meet Father’s harsh demands would result in inefficiency and a lull in the domestic numbers which were required to fuel the Campaign for Absolute Unification, an inefficiency which would have to be terminated.
The people were his slaves. The most beautiful of the nation’s young girls were spared a fate of harsh work and labour and brought to him for his gratification, to live with him as his concubines. The others, mere trash, would work forever in any of the munitions factories, mines, or any other innumerable tasks and jobs which they were being presently corralled to. Or worse, be banished to the birthing chambers, a fate he cared not to think about, but knew that Father applied for the benefit of humanity and the production of perfect warriors, the Capitol Police.
Below he heard the stiff hammering of jackboots as a Capitol Police unit marched on a patrol throughout the city, ensuring compliance and absolute obedience. Conformity was key, any lack of discipline was inefficiency, and inefficiencies must be terminated lest they grow into larger ones. He smiled evilly at that thought. Inefficiency, non compliance, is a cancer, a disease, which one must cut out before it can metastasize throughout the rest of the body.
Entering his office for the first time he was more than astounded. Marble floors with beautiful oriental rugs from Persia, many with threaded gold, his concubines dressed suggestively, giggling to themselves as he entered.
“Life is so very, very, good,” He said to himself, continuing on. Ultimately, he entered his office, a massive space occupied by uncountable books, a massive desk made from the finest wood, and a television/view screen with which to observe the happenings across his nation. He opened up his brief case and got to work, analyzing, studying, and committing to memory everything about his nation which was required to effectively lead it. His secretary walked in, setting a series of manila folders on his desk with red ink stamped onto them telling of their level of importance. He began with the one marked, “HIGH PRIORITY” first, knowing that likely it was from the High Command itself.
“You’re first military mission as CEO of Regencia is required. The foolish nation of Allanea has dared to attack the Supreme State. You are to engage them and make them suffer. Punish them for their insolence! Make them pay with their pathetic lives.
~Supreme State High Command”
He nodded, calling on his Military advisor, Feldmarschall Dieter Underto. He immediately entered the room as if he expected the call, which perhaps he did, and saluted sharply. “Sir! How may I be of use?”
“The Supreme State is being attacked. It has been requested that we mobilize against the forces of Allanea as soon as possible. How long before we can mobilize our forces against them?”
“Soon sir. The Kriegsmarine is nearly ready, and several Capitol Police Battalions can be immediately sent to fight anywhere required.”
“Excellent. Ensure that it happens.”
“Very well, sir,” And with that the Feldmarschall exited the room to organize his forces for their Campaign against these foolish people who dared defy the Unification. Alistair sat back calmly all the while, leaning back in his chair, thinking about the sheer excellence he felt at being the supreme ruler of an entire nation.
(OOC: I'm assuming you're good with this history, and my way of handling it, eh Kraven my man?)