NationStates Jolt Archive


To Trade with Doomingsland...

Novacom
16-10-2007, 23:25
Trade has doubled more than twice in the last month because of the recent war in haven, which still rages unabated at several fronts, and now at last the Government has allowed itself in a fashion to be drawn into giving an opinion, in a fairly vocal manner, having formed a new series of Trade Agreements with Doomingsland, Economy Minister Beckett Jalenza has stated “This is an important agreement between our two economies, one that will foster even more economic growth for both sides, the Novan economies strengths compliment their Doomani’s counterparts nicely. The only concerns amongst the government are the stepping up of Merchant Vessel construction, however with the passing last night of a new Civil Appropriations Directive, that will soon cease to be a factor, also to cut off any thoughts about the international community, we will not be moved by pressure on Strategic Agreements such as this, the propaganda drummed up by those jealous of the Doomani and have not encountered them without causing a diplomatic incident through their own ineptness deserve all the woe that betide them, Doomani culture is rich and welcoming and our Ambassador to them relays to us a depiction of a sensible yet religious society, indeed the supposed slaves are far better taken care of than the working classes of many of these nay-sayers who may as well be slaves.”

Public Opinion in large is as one with the Government it seems as Opinion Polls show that 82% Agree with the Government with 10% preferring to wait and see, the remaining abstaining, this is considered a promising sign by the Zrumtaven as it makes preparations for new ministerial elections for the Xotavriliate (Council of Ministers) initial polling in preparation has shown that by in large the people are happy with the status quo, though with Local Authority Minister Dneister Kimrels expected resignation due to health issues this winter looks to be an interesting time, (for further details see page 19) Only one other interesting thing to note about the situation is a heightened military presence has been reported surrounding conveys and port facilities.

On a related note, the Government has announced the discharge of 7.9 Million Assorted Prisoners of war from the last 10 years to the Doomani in a high profile scheme meant to rehabilitate them into useful members of a society, rehabilitation efforts over the years have proven that the individuals in question, several British Londinian, Kravenic, Zeonic and assorted Corporate Alliance member state soldiers have been extremely violent and the cost of housing them within Zhovae Systems has been increasing at a steady rate as wear and tear has necessitated major upgrades to the facilities, a situation decried by many in the Justice Ministry owing to the nigh non-existant crime rate of the state.

Government Officials have refused to comment on this however observers have seen heightened activity as several Zhovae devices have been transferred with the Prisonders still engaged to numerous ports and a Heightened Civil Enforcer presence has been noted in the affected cities should any failures occur, of interesting note was the plcid nature of the prisoners during transport, and several groups expressed concern into this, however due to the relative unknown public knowledge of the operation of a Zhovae system this may be a normal effect.


Excerpt from the Buisness Section of the Technopolis Times
Novacom
16-10-2007, 23:26
“I trust your prepared for the more forceful backlash Izalien, as are you for the idle yippin Hugoro, this deal is immensely important,” muttered Beckett idly waving his left hand in the air as he casually put down the like the the UFAN and other supposed champions of “good” his volumous sleeve swirling gently with each movement.

“Be at peace Beckett the pups too often wear their emotions on their arms,” his tones flavoured with clear contempt at the sheer revulsion of the unnatural state diplomacy was held by others “It’s not Novan the way they hold themselves, it’s not normal,” Hugoro emphasised calming overtones punctuating every word as he reclined in the subtly lit gloom.

Izalien shook her head slightly, her many locks of gold shivering slightly with the movement as she stretched one arm over the back of the chair and cast her glance at the various alcoves around the chamber, eyeing up the various prototypes Beckett had collected, before beginning “you must remember however Hugoro, they do not know Novan”

“And all the well they don’t they haven’t the mentality for it,” Beckett cut in abruptly, “they are too busy thinking how they can win their next victory over the ramparts of their own corpses,” his fist now clenched and a single finger raised as if to emphasise the point, before rising to his feet and lifting up a report.

“Their devotion is admirable, even if their mettle is inferior their determination to die however is laughable,” Hugoro interjected into the conversation “but never forget overconfidence is a universal downfall, and we must be aware of their squawkings, no mater how minor” he finished smoothly clasping his hands together.

“Indeed, though I wish I were there when they discover how we’ve alleviated ourselves of our Prisoner Problem.” Izalien laughed at this, “Finally the refuse of war makes itself useful”

“True, now let this be the end of it, the first convoy leaves tomorrow morning I trust in you Izalien, as I trust in you Hugoro….
Novacom
16-10-2007, 23:27
No please, not the Raven again, Please don’t let it fly, please

It screamed, a coiled up ball of flesh covered by a formfitting White jumpsuit, thing purple bands striated across the prone form black glyphs snaking along.

A Shudder a Scream, that flap of wings that rush of air.

No not the raven NNNOOOOOO

That whistling of air that, caress of feathers, that gentle touch of hardened Talon

Please make it go away, make it stop

The word, the cry, the voice, degenerate into a mournful sob.

The Placid eyelid, the peaceable smile, the relaxed brow and the reposed form, the epitomy of relaxation, sat upon a throne of justice, secured by slender bands, in a small alcove upon a raised dais, surrounded by a monitor of which were paired, and above, as if reigning over a console was a control.

Silently he walked, through the high ceilinged corridor, inspecting the alcoves, and their denizens, soon they would be released into a fairer place.

“Ah, Votalzonen, your charges are well I take it,” purred a sleek voice in the gloom.

“Indeed Yuri, they don’t realise discharge is near some of them have been rehabilitated….” The Votalzonen, the Warden turned to face the Enigmatic figure a slight grin sliding about his cheerful features, even in the subtle darkness.

“yet others cannot overcome their own base fears, yes I know one of them has an inordinate fear of birds,” Yuri smoothly replied, his eyes hidden in the relative darkness, one half of his face shrouded in darkness, the other vaguely illuminated by subtle light from the occasional console at guard on archways, the features indistinct and hidden.

“They will ultimately appreciate the liberation as much as the people will, relieved of their burden as they now are,” he replied thoughtfully, “the Doomani will learn them proper behaviour I hope?”

“Oh they will, they have a unique way with the wayward,” Yuri muttered idly, letting the many layered meanings hover throughout the air. As he strode away paying not an ounce of attention to the “prisoners”, for Prisoners they were, trapped within their own minds, unaware of the fate in store….