NationStates Jolt Archive

The small Cessna skimmed the top of the jungle’s canopy, a canopy broken intermittently by small villages and the occasional swidden; slash and burn farming was still the dominant form of agriculture in this part of Ghatoba, despite the Jenrakian efforts in recent years to stop the ecologically harmful practice. The helicopter soon came to a threadlike crevice in the cover of green trees, the River Ghatoba, a murky, untamed river, known for its seasonal flooding in many regions of Ghatoba, notably the area around Kamdi, the nation’s capital and the destination of the plane.

The passenger’s azure eyes seemed far away at the moment, looking outside the window, but not focusing on the scenery. Such a strange color—his eyes—many believed that he was the love child of a Jenrakian dignitary; however, no such rumors had been substantiated.

A few hours later…

“Doctor Wittgi, we are almost to Kamdi, please brace yourself for the landing.” The pilot said to the blue-eyed African, who promptly grabbed onto the handlebar next to the window. Wittgi, a long-time opponent of the Jenrakian regime, became a hero of the Ghatoban people with his long political struggle against the Jenrakian Colonial Authority, a struggle that lead to the end of Jenrakian control of the nation. For three years, the doctor had been under house arrest in Kamdi, but despite his hardships, he continued his fight for independence. From his house, Wittgi organized demonstrations against the government, strikes at the Jenrakian-run factories, and boycotts of Jenrakian products. Finally, after an effort that had dominated the majority of his life, Wittgi saw his hard work pay off, he saw the end of the long slog towards liberty. Along with twenty-five others, Wittgi received the honor of signing the new constitution: the first government document in the history of the Democratic Republic of Ghatoba. Having been in Upper Ghatoba to organize the upcoming elections, Wittgi was now returning the city to announce his candidacy for the office of President, and to meet with Jenrakian officials to make sure the transfer of power went as smooth as possible.

Chocolates to Jenrakians, like dogs, were fatal. They just couldn't stand such an addictive luxury, but Authaulus cared little as he wolfed down the little remains left in his plane, sitting afterwards quietly, his back staunch and his armor clanging loudly with Miriana looking at him with an angry, yet spaced-out look. Authaulus was a strong man, a powerful man, rippling with muscles and a gargantuan body, his face covered by his mask and his long cloak smashing down onto the floor heavily. His azure armor glittered delicately in the sunlight that deftly danced into the room, his back arched slightly over as he carried a small blade upon his shoulders. Laid carefully at his side were a long black longbow rifle and a hand-shaped repeater rocket launcher; the weaponry he regularly carried. Across from him, was a different man.

Miriana Treyuko was a man whom was regularly stressed at the damages of the previous Jenrakian holdings, and furthermore, became even more entrenched in unnecessary political mediation with the colonial Ghatoba becoming awry and out of control. Despite Sekai's efforts to regain control in the region, the rebels had it no other way. It was now up to Miriana to fix the messes of the Menekrungo Vizithkanju and try and keep this brush of misery and mistake a illiterate and illegible page in history. But for now, he sat quietly, staring at Authaulus with a disgusted look on his face as he watched his bodyguard gorge on delicacy. "Authaulus, you're going to get cankers if you eat too much. Drink some milk at the least." Miriana spoke, as if he were some sort of semi-motherly figure taking care of an overgrown oddball child.

"Lord Miriana, I'm alright. I will take full responsibility for my actions." Authaulus said, stuffing another bunch into his mouth. "Do not worry."

Miriana sighed. He was a handsome man - a man with a silver shine in his hair, white as snow, his skin slightly pale due to the powder applied to his usually delicate and sensitive skin. His shoulders were small, and did not have the look of a leader, his mouth thin and stretched down in a frown as his eyes were slightly drooped as if he were in some melancholic state. His suit was a crisp black suit, his decorations visible upon his chest with his shirt tucked neatly beneath it. In his hands were the sign of extremely high Jenrakian nobility and power; a silver umbrella with the most beautiful scent of juniper and lavender, the velvet moon stitched wonderfully on its handle. Miriana was no simple ambassador, nor a measly noble - he was much higher. He was the King, the almighty authority of Jenrak whose words, no matter what, went unchallenged in his dominion. Amidst his long, handsome hair, his shifted it slightly as he looked at the woman sitting beside him.

"What is it, Lord Miriana?" She asked, looking up at him as she sat down. She was beautiful as Miriana was handsome; a subject of generations of selective breeding to create the perfect woman to accompany the omniscient son of Jenrak. Her fingers were delicate, smooth, her figure entrancing as she wore her own beautiful suit, black as her eyes and her silvery hair, though long, was not much longer than Miriana's. She had fiery lips and half-drooping eyes as well, almost like she were pretending to be much like her king. She, like Miriana, carried the signature of Jenrakian power - the silver umbrella. "Is something the matter?"

"Why aren't you having any chocolate? Lord Authaulus is going to have it all if you don't hurry." Miriana offered, as she shook her head.

"It's fine. Lord Authaulus can handle it, but I can't." She said, closing her eyes, as Miriana nodded slightly.

"Very well. Please send the message now, Hayre." He said softly, gently.

To the Democratic Republic of Ghatoba.

In an act of good faith towards our acceptance of your independence as a nation, I, Miriana Treyuko, King of the Nine Islands, will be personally arriving towards Upper Ghatoba. I would like it if you could escort me and my protection to a proper landing strip. Upon my landing, we will discuss any issues regarding your independence.

Miriana Treyuko.