Flaming Souls
09-04-2008, 18:09
It had been a long time since he had been able to look out over the plains without a grimace. Not even a month before acrid black smoke billowed from various towns and encampments. But that time was no more, the civil war that had claimed so many lives and destroyed so much was at an end. He could smell the cherry blossoms wafting in on the sweet spring breeze. After a time of reminiscing he let out a profound sigh as he turned and returned to work.
His attire was odd for a diplomat, khaki pants and a white polo shirt, but suited him. Sitting at his large desk he didn't look a thing like anyone would expect of the President-Elect of a large nation. But behind the unassuming appearance, President Wilkinson was a man to be feared. His sharp wit and talent for speaking had won him the popular vote in this time of strife, while his knowledge of economics and ideas for policy reform had won him respect amongst the cabinet and parliament. Jason Wilkinson, retired Air Force Colonel had seen his share of combat as well, so the troops supported him. All in all he was the ideal candidate for the Novus Party to nominate. He had been in office now for six months, and had just negotiated the cease fire of the civil war that had raged for the last five years. He should be in a good mood.
But the President was in anything but a good mood when the Deputy Director of Intelligence knocked on his door. Things might be turning around in Soulia, but the rest of the world was a crap shoot. And it was the DDI's job to tell him as such.
"Good morning Sir."
"Morning Frank. So what's wrong with the world today? Nuclear War? Biological attacks on civilians? Natural Disasters?"
"Nothing quite that bad yet sir, of course there are countless wars going on, at least one that could escalate into a world war if things aren't handled adequately."
"Good, so we aren't at the end of the world just quite yet. Anything else?"
"Not really sir, the details are all in the brief, and I am sure you have more pressing matters to attend to."
"Alright. See if you can't find something positive to bring to me tomorrow, won't you?"
"I'll try my best sir."
With that, the DDI left the President to his musings. And what dark musings they were. He still had to create a peace treaty between the Bolkes and the Kindians, whose feuding had caused the civil war, and that promised to be nothing short of impossible.
His attire was odd for a diplomat, khaki pants and a white polo shirt, but suited him. Sitting at his large desk he didn't look a thing like anyone would expect of the President-Elect of a large nation. But behind the unassuming appearance, President Wilkinson was a man to be feared. His sharp wit and talent for speaking had won him the popular vote in this time of strife, while his knowledge of economics and ideas for policy reform had won him respect amongst the cabinet and parliament. Jason Wilkinson, retired Air Force Colonel had seen his share of combat as well, so the troops supported him. All in all he was the ideal candidate for the Novus Party to nominate. He had been in office now for six months, and had just negotiated the cease fire of the civil war that had raged for the last five years. He should be in a good mood.
But the President was in anything but a good mood when the Deputy Director of Intelligence knocked on his door. Things might be turning around in Soulia, but the rest of the world was a crap shoot. And it was the DDI's job to tell him as such.
"Good morning Sir."
"Morning Frank. So what's wrong with the world today? Nuclear War? Biological attacks on civilians? Natural Disasters?"
"Nothing quite that bad yet sir, of course there are countless wars going on, at least one that could escalate into a world war if things aren't handled adequately."
"Good, so we aren't at the end of the world just quite yet. Anything else?"
"Not really sir, the details are all in the brief, and I am sure you have more pressing matters to attend to."
"Alright. See if you can't find something positive to bring to me tomorrow, won't you?"
"I'll try my best sir."
With that, the DDI left the President to his musings. And what dark musings they were. He still had to create a peace treaty between the Bolkes and the Kindians, whose feuding had caused the civil war, and that promised to be nothing short of impossible.