NationStates Jolt Archive

Kartika, Kirav

"Very well, Sèr Encarin. I see your proposal as quite promising. I shall write to the Senate tommorrow to request the neccessary funding. In the meantime, you have Imperatorial approval to claim these lands for the Empire. As such, I want you to begin organising a program to direct colonisation."

"Thank you, Sèr Emperor. I shall begin work immediately."

Igúlas Encarin bowed, and then left the Emperor-Regent's meeting room.

John Blackfield, Emperor-Regent of the Kiravian Empire, put his hand to the narrow window of the small room, and looked out onto the well-mown grounds of Krovenirene Castra. Encarin's idea was brilliant. It would benefit the Empire immensely in terms of commerce and strategic operations.

What was this brilliant plan?

The Far Echo Islands and the Kiravian Empire had been allies since the fifth hour of the Six Hour War. They had fought on each other's battlefields, traded in each other's ports, and immigrated into each other's populations. Through all of this, the closest that their territories came was Sattelia, a rocky island that was home to a KE naval base. Encarin's proposal would change that.

His plan was to claim and colonise a poriton of North-Central Refuge, the region which Echonia occupied. This would create an excellent economic base for trade and manufacturing, and provide a better way station for Kiro-Echoese shipping.

Blackfield left the small room for his office, where he would write to the Senate to fund the initiative. In all likelihood, they would agree, and a new colony would be born.

OOC: Echo, feel free to post your present internal situation before I take IC action to actually do something.

Atlyia, Far Echo Islands

President Esteban Valdez took a shot of straight vodka and a deep breath as he prepared for his cabinet meeting. He knew the focus of it already and he was nervous. He would give most of his power to the legislature in just a few days, a step he did not want to take, he had become too enthused with being dictator, and he knew of the problems that republics had brought in the past. He feared mob rule within the month, but were he not to have an elected legislature, it would be the end of him and the end of his Federal Republic.

He took his seat on the end of the oval table. The compact, hand picked cabinet would arrive in a few minutes. He was thankful for the short moments of silence. Going on habit he had picked up from a Kiravian friend, he pulled out a book and began reading. He felt it very polite when he walked in to see his friend reading, so he had begun to do the same.

The large and elegant doors of the elegant room opened. The ministers walked in, all in fine suits. The president did not look up from his reading. He did not want to face his cabinet, especially as he had noticed one very important member was missing, just from what he saw in his peripheral vision, Defense Minister Raenel Ojinah, the beautiful, military woman whom was the object of Valdez’ greatest affection. He knew the cabinet meeting would get no where fast without her.

It was long and boring and tedious work. Nothing remarkable came up. Sure everyone was nervous about the upcoming senatorial elections, it would neuter their power base, Esteban would cease being dictator of the republic, the Senate would grab up most of the power, but the Executive branch would still retain an exceptional amount of power.

The President sat in his office again after his meeting. He had things to do, but he could only think deeply. He was so confused, he wondered what was happening, and where was his precious Raenel? The book in his hands, Iex Worvelx the deep allegorical novel written about the revolution by an a working class man, originally on hundreds of scraps of paper, who was loyal to the royal government. It meant “These Struggles” in English, struggles indeed. He could not focus on the literature however; he could not keep his eyes still in this instance.

He realized now, he had to go. The President-Dictator rose from his desk and set down Iex Worvelx gently on the desk; quietly, he exited the mansion. He lost his coat and tie, un-tucked his shirt, messed up his hair, removed his Swiss watch and donned dark aviator sunglasses. He walked out on to the streets of Atlyia. He looked as any other citizen in his own republic. He wanted to see life under his rule. The leader realized he could not remember the last time he’d brought groceries.

He turned into a café, not a high end one, a simple store, not part of any chain, just local and quiet, tucked away. He looked as the people sipped their coffees and nibbled on sandwiches which looked exceptionally good. It was lunch and the café was quite crowded, not overfilled, but there weren’t any tables completely empty. He asked for a sandwich at the counter and took a seat at a small window table for two, across from a blonde woman, dressed in a coat a little too heavy for the October weather, and a black beret.

He sat down and looked at her. He raised his eyebrows inquisitively. She wore large sunglasses like his aviators, and something seemed familiar. She did not look up. People in the city were so non-congenial he thought.

His sandwich and decaffeinated coffee came; suddenly he realized who he was sitting across from. He almost forgot to thank the waitress.

“Raenel.” Said Esteban without emotion.

“Esteban.” She said equally bluntly.

“So. Why are you here?”

“’Cause.”

“Same.”

“The Kiravians are coming.”

“What? Sending diplomats? What do you mean? There are always Kiravians coming.”

“Yea, that’s not it. They just voted to from a colony about 2000 kilometers from here.”

“Thanks. Thanks.” He began to eat his sandwich.

OOC: Last I checked I still technically owned TFEI as a protectorate and I'm pretty sure I'd have something to say about this.

OOC: Very good post, Echo. I like the reference to that Kiravian greeting custom.

Akimonad: That's not my jurisdiction here, but Echo's.

IC:

Saar-Silverda, Great Kirav

Igúlas Encarin, clothed in a rippling cape on this gusty day, looked out upon Government Sector 3, the section of Saar-Silverda's port where the colonial fleet was being prepared.

Two weeks after Encarin had made his proposal to Emperor Blackfield, the Senate had passed the Variasaviax Cólonitor Financiax Acta, or Varisavian Colonisation Financial Act, authorising thirty billion dollars in initial funding to the Cambra áu Cólonitor, or Colonisation Authority, "For the Establishment of a Kiravian Colony in the region known as Refuge."

Almost immediately thereafter, the Emperor issued the Charter for the Colony of Varisavia, thereby claiming the neccessary land, and setting up a provisional government.

In Saar-Silverda, a convoy was being assembled to bring it all together. Varisavia, unlike the Empire's latest projects (Cheifly purchased islands in the middle of nowhere for mineral extraction), would be a large-scale endeavour. The Cambra intended to enroll up to 500,000 settlers within the first months after landing, and KE experts projected a population of over 3 million within the next five years. As such, the ships in Kirav's western harbour were being outfitted to carry copious amounts of building materials, piping, and heavy machinery, as well as 70,000 Kiravian citizens.

It was the Empire's largest colonial undertaking since Austro-Africa. Every percaution was being taken to make sure it went smoothly.

Kartika, Great Kirav

In a cubicle in the Praetorial Building, a group of interns were playing a game: Taking a drink whenever the word "Varisavia" was heard outside. They were passed out on the floor in no time.

For Thenris Candlea, the Praetor, whose job it was to oversee the Empire's posessions, Varisavia was a big deal. So far, his only major sucess under Emperors Seawind or Blackfield was the dumping of 100,000 indebted Coscivian immigrants in two lands discovered by the Ryouese, and durning them into somewhat profitable agricultural ventures. Now, he had a chance to make an addition to the Imperial map that Kiravian schoolchildren would actually remember in Geography class.

Candlea's first order of buisness was to formally notify the Echoese of Varisavia. He scrawled a manuscript on a piece of carbon paper in Standard Coscivian, then took it to get translated and typed. Since all of the translators in the building were busy handling paperwork for Varisavia's administration, he decided to take it to those interns that the Kartika Imperial University had sent over last week. The Praetor opened looked around the corner into the cubicle. Never mind, he thought.

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Kiravian Empire

Permissim Astrav Subleucim

Imperial Praetorium

Varisavia Special Comission

To: Federal Republic of the Echo Islands
Regarding: Colonisation of Varisavia

Honoured Friends and Allies,

Over all the years that our two nations have fought and traded alongside each other, the rock called Sattelia has been the closest that our borders have ever come. Recently, our Senate and Imperacy have authorised the colonisation of a portion of Refuge that has been christened 'Varisavia' (A map is enclosed). We wish for you to be aware of this development, and hope that it shall strengthen our international ties even further.

Atlyia, Far Echo Islands

After paying, Esteban and Raenel walked out into the busy streets of Atlyia. Every were bustled and the city was surprisingly alive for a nation without a well formed government and just recovering from a sectional civil war. He wondered what it was like in the North. He had a vague idea, but he had learned so much just on the streets today. He had learned the price of a sandwich, noticed new fashion trends, and saw the results of his actions on how busy the city was. There was a greater number of motorcycles than cars, and the streets were amazingly clean but laden with musicians, but few true beggars. He wondered if he was seeing art or poverty or some strange combination of the two.

Murals often adorned buildings, he had recently signed legislation that encouraged such, even though the previous administration had not had laws against those sort of actions. He was nearing the Executive Mansion again, and he was sorry his adventure in being a private citizen was almost over. He was also disseminated that Raenel had not been very interested in anything. He wondered if it was him or if she was feeling as detached as he. However, he was not detached about her. He watched her walk for a bit. She was beautiful and her motions flowing. He wondered if all the stresses of running a country were gone, if they would be closer.

He soon got back to his office and mundanely wrote a reply to the Kiravians. Then again, this was some of the excitement of his life, the wonder of politics, it was a refuge like his running.

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Federal Republic of the Echo Islands
Office of the President
Esteban Valdez

TO: Kiravian Empire
RE: Colonization
DATE: 06 July 2008

We are glad to allow the Kiravian Empire in to the region of Refuge. Our relations can only improve from this, trade will surely increase, furthermore we deeply trust in the Kiravian ability to develop the region in a conservative, environmentally cooperative manner.

Signed,



Esteban Valdez
President of the Federal Republic of the Echo Islands

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Kiravian Empire

Permissim Astrav Subleucim

Imperial Praetorium

Varisavia Special Commission

We thank you immensely for your support, and shall not dissappoint in our efforts to build Varisavia with a caring eye on the natural world.

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Sattelia Naval Base, Kiravian Empire

The soldiers, sailors, and pilots at Sattelia had all gathered by the docks to see off the convoy. As the military post that safeguarded the trade routes between The Echo Islands and Great Kirav, they saw many ships come and go. But is was not every day that their port received the seeds of a future colony.

Sattelia was the penultimate stop on this voyage of empire. The next time those aboard stood on terra firma, it would be to settle it for the greater glory of the Empire.
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OOC: Echo, I can add the landing and founding of the first city to this post, to speed things up.