New Greston
15-05-2009, 02:52
Monday, 10:30 AM
Capitol Hill, Easen
The Imperial Republic of Greston
As the blazing red sun rose over the knolls of Easen, signifying the first day of June, around Capitol Hill over a million people had gathered. Sweat gathered at the brow of the President Elect Llywelyn Wilton Madoc. Warm spring breezes whifted in between the fingers of his left hand, he right hand begining to stick to the hard cover of the bible that the Sumpreme Court Justice held. To Llywelyn's left stood his mother, his wife, the cabinet he had hand picked before the inauguration, and fifty other politicians with gaping smiles. Soft breezes whispered off of the water from the Westminister Strait softly, humming a beautiful song gently above Madoc as he walked up to the podium.
Sun gleamed off the seal on the podium and the man, who had just been inaugurated as the nine teenth President of the Imperial Republic. His teeth were perfectly aligned and shined upon the crowds cheering towards him. His breathe eased upon the microphone and he leaned upon the podium. The group on the dais and the audience alike silenced.
"Called upon to undertake the duties of the first executive office of our country, I avail myself of the presence of that portion of my fellow-citizens which is here assembled to express my grateful thanks for the favor with which they have been pleased to look toward me, to declare a sincere consciousness that the task is above my talents, and that I approach it with those anxious and awful presentiments which the greatness of the charge and the weakness of my powers so justly inspire. A great empire, spread over a wide and fruitful land, traversing all the seas with the rich productions of their industry, engaged in commerce with nations who feel power and forget right, advancing rapidly to destinies beyond the reach of mortal eye—when I contemplate these transcendent objects, and see the honor, the happiness, and the hopes of this beloved country committed to the issue, and the auspices of this day, I shrink from the contemplation, and humble myself before the magnitude of the undertaking."
With a pause he gazed upon the crowd, the works sinking in deep into the hearts of every man, woman, and civilian appluasding to their new president.
"Utterly, indeed, should I despair did not the presence of many whom I here see remind me that in the other high authorities provided by our Constitution I shall find resources of wisdom, of virtue, and of zeal on which to rely under all difficulties. To you, then, gentlemen, who are charged with the sovereign functions of legislation, and to those associated with you, I look with encouragement for that guidance and support which may enable us to steer with safety the vessel in which we are all embarked amidst the conflicting elements of a troubled world.
And a troubled world, truely is, what we find ourselves amidst today. The zeal and apathey for all human life presented by some of the nations that come upon this world is disgusting and will be the utter end to all humanity itself. Like the beasts and horrors withheld inside Pandora's box, it has been unleashed upon the world, and a new age of tyranny seemed to be be marching upon each and every one of our nations' doorsteps.
When it was first perceived, in early times, that no middle course for Greston
remained between unlimited submission to a foreign legislature and a total independence of its claims, men of reflection were less apprehensive of danger from the formidable power of fleets and armies they must determine to resist than from those contests and dissensions which would certainly arise concerning the forms of government to be instituted over the whole and over the parts of this extensive country. Relying, however, on the purity of their intentions, the justice of their cause, and the integrity and intelligence of the people, under an overruling providence which had so signally protected this country from the first, the representatives of this nation, then consisting of little more than half its present number, not only broke to pieces the chains which were forging and the rod of iron that was lifted up, but frankly cut asunder the ties which had bound them, and launched into an ocean of uncertainty.
Negligence of its regulations, inattention to its recommendations, if not disobedience to its authority, not only in individuals but in States, soon appeared with their melancholy consequences—universal languor, jealousies and rivalries of States, decline of navigation and commerce, discouragement of necessary manufactures, universal fall in the value of lands and their produce, contempt of public and private faith, loss of consideration and credit with foreign nations, and at length in discontents, animosities, combinations, partial conventions, and insurrection, threatening some great national calamity.
In this dangerous crisis the people of Greston were not abandoned by their usual good sense, presence of mind, resolution, or integrity. Measures were pursued to concert a plan to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquillity, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty. The public disquisitions, discussions, and deliberations issued in the present happy Constitution of Government." - The opening words to to the Preamble of the Act of Union rung throught the entire city. In every house the speech radiated from the television sets, in every city, traffic stopped and the pedestrian sidewalks clogged up as they craned their necks to look at the giant screens attached to the side of buildings in awe as their president, easily, delivered the best speec in all of Greston's history.
"Relying, then, on the patronage of your good will, I advance with obedience to the work, ready to retire from it whenever you become sensible how much better choice it is in your power to make. And may that Infinite Power which rules the destinies of the universe lead our councils to what is best, and give them a favorable issue for your peace and prosperity."
The billions within Greston cheered and celebrated the start of a new era of a nation.
Tuesday, 11:12 AM
GMNS Walter Reeves, International Waters
The Imperial Republic of Greston
"So this is what standing on an Imperial Republic's ship is like," Llywelyn looked from his left to his right, with a smirk and halted in front of The Rt. Hon. Admiral Riley Nigel Cradock. The traditional, slightly insane, white bearded admiral towered over Madoc, who wasn't a short man, rather in comparison to Cradock. The old admiral stenched of the sea, it was uncountable how many ships he had sunk of lives he had taken through his orders, but his scraggley, gruff beard must have recorded it as it was as white as the glaciers in the polar ice caps.
"By god, I can't believe the voters elected a grouser like you! Admiral Cradock," he said we a stained yellow smile and rough hand shake.
Taking his hand back with a smirk, "Ah yes, President Madoc. I'd assume that's obvious though, what with all of this ruccus."
He was referencing to the forty man crew that had accompanied the day old president upon the ship that the dignitaries had met upon. Madoc had been ferried from Easen to the port town he had worked at in the place, Mont-du-Plame, to board a plane to travel to a distance half way from Magna Polis to board the destroyer GMNS Walter Reeves. And then there he stood, his radiant black suit and red tie a much formal contrast from the sweaty destroyer's crew. Cradock had taken the same trip, being ferried off the of Ares to be shipped and dropped upon the Walter Reeves.
Madoc led the admiral to a set of two chair placed upon the deck, each slightly titled to face the other. The two great men took their seats and once again exchanged pleasentries then posed for a picture to be plastered on the GNNN for the next week. Madoc summarized how the war in Mediterranica was continueing, when relishing upon the losses in Isthmatia Cradock sighed. Cradock then did the same for the battle plans in Magna Polis, some how forgetting to mention the targetting of civilians and the dropping of sarin gas. Madoc was questionable but the truth would come out to him at a later point.
"Well old chap, I have a certain mission for your liking then. The remaining Magna Polis Defense Fleet that has been harassing you?"
"Yes, sir, we have been slowly knocking them off coarse," said Cradock with a little white lie.
"Well, Mr. Cradock, have your remaining missiles be depleted upon them, wipe them out, including logistics. From there, pressure them to sign a peace treaty I will suppourt and end this blood strain on our economy. From there, I want your forces back in the Grestonian harbours, not to be deployed for quite some time." - With a smile, Madoc jumped from his seat and shook the aging Admiral's arm.
Wensday, 11:12 AM
The Tank, Easen
The Imperial Republic of Greston
It was the president's second visit into the secretive room where most of the government's plans had been collaborated. The private cabinet meeting chambers dubbed 'The Tank' held a silent witness to over a thousand meetings, quite a few of which entered the Imperial Republic into massive wars, other's sparking controversies, and the rest never being retold. It was Madoc's first time having a full blown meeting in there where most of the Cabinet presented their opinions and spoke, rather then Madoc being caught up to date of policies and current happenings.
And in that meeting the Ghothic Mediterranican War was mentioned. The entire war, a war that had strained the Grestonian economy and population for upwards to two years was briefed in an hour and a half. A map was laid out on the metal-mahogony hybrid of a table which depicted placements of troops on all sides.
"I want Zander and the rest of those great Ghothic Warlords to spend a week in Easen with me. Let them lay off the war tatics for a day and spend it traveling the city. Then we can have a sit down to possibly better Ghothic - Grestonian relations. This cannot be a field we must neglect in. In fact, Mr. Rigby, I want Dreadfire to even be invited to this conference. This will most definitely be an awarding meeting."
The Cabinet seemed to agree with Madoc's proposal. Secretly every one was anti-Ghothic but no one would speak about it. They felt allying with them was for the better. And with Madoc's apparent pro-Ghothic stance they thought twice of even mentioning it to him. It would be an up hill battle to change the Imperial Republic's relation's with Gholgoth, one that most of the government was for.
"By the way, I want to send out an invitation for the incoming 150,000 Freekish troops to rest in Greston for a bit, whilst the other 100,000 takes siege of the Greclacos."
It was a busy first three days.
*[OOC: When I say open I mean open in a sensible manner, no invasions (outside of those mentioned here), assanination attempts, or bull crap. At this point, it is up to his third day in office. Llywelyn's schedule is as follows, you can ask for a space accordingly:
1st Day - Monday June 1, 2013 - Innauguration
2nd Day - Tuesday June 2, 2013 - Meeting with Cradock and Magna Polis Peace Accords
3rd Day - Wensday June 3, 2013 - Ghothic Leadership Meeting]
Capitol Hill, Easen
The Imperial Republic of Greston
As the blazing red sun rose over the knolls of Easen, signifying the first day of June, around Capitol Hill over a million people had gathered. Sweat gathered at the brow of the President Elect Llywelyn Wilton Madoc. Warm spring breezes whifted in between the fingers of his left hand, he right hand begining to stick to the hard cover of the bible that the Sumpreme Court Justice held. To Llywelyn's left stood his mother, his wife, the cabinet he had hand picked before the inauguration, and fifty other politicians with gaping smiles. Soft breezes whispered off of the water from the Westminister Strait softly, humming a beautiful song gently above Madoc as he walked up to the podium.
Sun gleamed off the seal on the podium and the man, who had just been inaugurated as the nine teenth President of the Imperial Republic. His teeth were perfectly aligned and shined upon the crowds cheering towards him. His breathe eased upon the microphone and he leaned upon the podium. The group on the dais and the audience alike silenced.
"Called upon to undertake the duties of the first executive office of our country, I avail myself of the presence of that portion of my fellow-citizens which is here assembled to express my grateful thanks for the favor with which they have been pleased to look toward me, to declare a sincere consciousness that the task is above my talents, and that I approach it with those anxious and awful presentiments which the greatness of the charge and the weakness of my powers so justly inspire. A great empire, spread over a wide and fruitful land, traversing all the seas with the rich productions of their industry, engaged in commerce with nations who feel power and forget right, advancing rapidly to destinies beyond the reach of mortal eye—when I contemplate these transcendent objects, and see the honor, the happiness, and the hopes of this beloved country committed to the issue, and the auspices of this day, I shrink from the contemplation, and humble myself before the magnitude of the undertaking."
With a pause he gazed upon the crowd, the works sinking in deep into the hearts of every man, woman, and civilian appluasding to their new president.
"Utterly, indeed, should I despair did not the presence of many whom I here see remind me that in the other high authorities provided by our Constitution I shall find resources of wisdom, of virtue, and of zeal on which to rely under all difficulties. To you, then, gentlemen, who are charged with the sovereign functions of legislation, and to those associated with you, I look with encouragement for that guidance and support which may enable us to steer with safety the vessel in which we are all embarked amidst the conflicting elements of a troubled world.
And a troubled world, truely is, what we find ourselves amidst today. The zeal and apathey for all human life presented by some of the nations that come upon this world is disgusting and will be the utter end to all humanity itself. Like the beasts and horrors withheld inside Pandora's box, it has been unleashed upon the world, and a new age of tyranny seemed to be be marching upon each and every one of our nations' doorsteps.
When it was first perceived, in early times, that no middle course for Greston
remained between unlimited submission to a foreign legislature and a total independence of its claims, men of reflection were less apprehensive of danger from the formidable power of fleets and armies they must determine to resist than from those contests and dissensions which would certainly arise concerning the forms of government to be instituted over the whole and over the parts of this extensive country. Relying, however, on the purity of their intentions, the justice of their cause, and the integrity and intelligence of the people, under an overruling providence which had so signally protected this country from the first, the representatives of this nation, then consisting of little more than half its present number, not only broke to pieces the chains which were forging and the rod of iron that was lifted up, but frankly cut asunder the ties which had bound them, and launched into an ocean of uncertainty.
Negligence of its regulations, inattention to its recommendations, if not disobedience to its authority, not only in individuals but in States, soon appeared with their melancholy consequences—universal languor, jealousies and rivalries of States, decline of navigation and commerce, discouragement of necessary manufactures, universal fall in the value of lands and their produce, contempt of public and private faith, loss of consideration and credit with foreign nations, and at length in discontents, animosities, combinations, partial conventions, and insurrection, threatening some great national calamity.
In this dangerous crisis the people of Greston were not abandoned by their usual good sense, presence of mind, resolution, or integrity. Measures were pursued to concert a plan to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquillity, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty. The public disquisitions, discussions, and deliberations issued in the present happy Constitution of Government." - The opening words to to the Preamble of the Act of Union rung throught the entire city. In every house the speech radiated from the television sets, in every city, traffic stopped and the pedestrian sidewalks clogged up as they craned their necks to look at the giant screens attached to the side of buildings in awe as their president, easily, delivered the best speec in all of Greston's history.
"Relying, then, on the patronage of your good will, I advance with obedience to the work, ready to retire from it whenever you become sensible how much better choice it is in your power to make. And may that Infinite Power which rules the destinies of the universe lead our councils to what is best, and give them a favorable issue for your peace and prosperity."
The billions within Greston cheered and celebrated the start of a new era of a nation.
Tuesday, 11:12 AM
GMNS Walter Reeves, International Waters
The Imperial Republic of Greston
"So this is what standing on an Imperial Republic's ship is like," Llywelyn looked from his left to his right, with a smirk and halted in front of The Rt. Hon. Admiral Riley Nigel Cradock. The traditional, slightly insane, white bearded admiral towered over Madoc, who wasn't a short man, rather in comparison to Cradock. The old admiral stenched of the sea, it was uncountable how many ships he had sunk of lives he had taken through his orders, but his scraggley, gruff beard must have recorded it as it was as white as the glaciers in the polar ice caps.
"By god, I can't believe the voters elected a grouser like you! Admiral Cradock," he said we a stained yellow smile and rough hand shake.
Taking his hand back with a smirk, "Ah yes, President Madoc. I'd assume that's obvious though, what with all of this ruccus."
He was referencing to the forty man crew that had accompanied the day old president upon the ship that the dignitaries had met upon. Madoc had been ferried from Easen to the port town he had worked at in the place, Mont-du-Plame, to board a plane to travel to a distance half way from Magna Polis to board the destroyer GMNS Walter Reeves. And then there he stood, his radiant black suit and red tie a much formal contrast from the sweaty destroyer's crew. Cradock had taken the same trip, being ferried off the of Ares to be shipped and dropped upon the Walter Reeves.
Madoc led the admiral to a set of two chair placed upon the deck, each slightly titled to face the other. The two great men took their seats and once again exchanged pleasentries then posed for a picture to be plastered on the GNNN for the next week. Madoc summarized how the war in Mediterranica was continueing, when relishing upon the losses in Isthmatia Cradock sighed. Cradock then did the same for the battle plans in Magna Polis, some how forgetting to mention the targetting of civilians and the dropping of sarin gas. Madoc was questionable but the truth would come out to him at a later point.
"Well old chap, I have a certain mission for your liking then. The remaining Magna Polis Defense Fleet that has been harassing you?"
"Yes, sir, we have been slowly knocking them off coarse," said Cradock with a little white lie.
"Well, Mr. Cradock, have your remaining missiles be depleted upon them, wipe them out, including logistics. From there, pressure them to sign a peace treaty I will suppourt and end this blood strain on our economy. From there, I want your forces back in the Grestonian harbours, not to be deployed for quite some time." - With a smile, Madoc jumped from his seat and shook the aging Admiral's arm.
Wensday, 11:12 AM
The Tank, Easen
The Imperial Republic of Greston
It was the president's second visit into the secretive room where most of the government's plans had been collaborated. The private cabinet meeting chambers dubbed 'The Tank' held a silent witness to over a thousand meetings, quite a few of which entered the Imperial Republic into massive wars, other's sparking controversies, and the rest never being retold. It was Madoc's first time having a full blown meeting in there where most of the Cabinet presented their opinions and spoke, rather then Madoc being caught up to date of policies and current happenings.
And in that meeting the Ghothic Mediterranican War was mentioned. The entire war, a war that had strained the Grestonian economy and population for upwards to two years was briefed in an hour and a half. A map was laid out on the metal-mahogony hybrid of a table which depicted placements of troops on all sides.
"I want Zander and the rest of those great Ghothic Warlords to spend a week in Easen with me. Let them lay off the war tatics for a day and spend it traveling the city. Then we can have a sit down to possibly better Ghothic - Grestonian relations. This cannot be a field we must neglect in. In fact, Mr. Rigby, I want Dreadfire to even be invited to this conference. This will most definitely be an awarding meeting."
The Cabinet seemed to agree with Madoc's proposal. Secretly every one was anti-Ghothic but no one would speak about it. They felt allying with them was for the better. And with Madoc's apparent pro-Ghothic stance they thought twice of even mentioning it to him. It would be an up hill battle to change the Imperial Republic's relation's with Gholgoth, one that most of the government was for.
"By the way, I want to send out an invitation for the incoming 150,000 Freekish troops to rest in Greston for a bit, whilst the other 100,000 takes siege of the Greclacos."
It was a busy first three days.
*[OOC: When I say open I mean open in a sensible manner, no invasions (outside of those mentioned here), assanination attempts, or bull crap. At this point, it is up to his third day in office. Llywelyn's schedule is as follows, you can ask for a space accordingly:
1st Day - Monday June 1, 2013 - Innauguration
2nd Day - Tuesday June 2, 2013 - Meeting with Cradock and Magna Polis Peace Accords
3rd Day - Wensday June 3, 2013 - Ghothic Leadership Meeting]