Episode IV: Brave New Worlds
March 8th, 2226
"Madam President, the 'Morning Song' has contacted us that its located a suitable world for habitation, Class 8 on the Meiers Scale. However, that does present us with another problem. The citizens from the other former colonies are wondering when they are going to get planets of their own again, and well, there's been more than one scuffle."
My new Vice President, Tristan Larrin, sat across from me in our offices in New Cerulean City. He had only been in the position for a few weeks but he had quickly took handle of his responsibilities, though he was more adept at the scientific and logical aspect of the office then dealing with people.
"Any particularly strong suggestions on what they want?"
"Most prefer to keep their old colonial names, from what my office has gathered. The Gaians and the Cerians are the most vocal, but most of the colonists on the 'Morning Song' are Aresians, and that's going to be making landfall sometime in the next two weeks. I've suggested naming the colonies in alphabetical order, that way no one can really complain."
"Sounds good to me Tristan. Contact the 'Morning Song' and let them know our decision."
"Very good, Madam President. Alright, next on the agenda...at what point are we reinstating democratic control? So far the people have been pretty content with the executive government, but eventually, and as we expand, we're going to see a lot of tension if people feel that they don't have a voice."
I poured the last of my Hermian wine into my glass. It's going to be at least another year before we have any more. I really should have reserved my good stuff more.
"A very good question Tristan. Let each colony select amongst itself a representative to sit on an Executive Council with you as its head. At least then the people they have some form of representation. I can't promise that it will be swift that we have full democratic functions available again, but I promise that it is one of my goals."
March 22nd, 2226
"Fellow Cerulians, today is a glorious day. Late last night, the 'Morning Song' traversed over twenty parsecs to make landfall on what is now named 'New Ares'. Soon, freighters will traverse our skies again, and we will continue to grow as a prosperous people, even in this strange new environment. On New Cerulean, ground was broken today as we start on a glorious project to spread harmony and concordance amongst our people and the stars. These 'diplomatic translators' will be instrumental in allowing for our future growth. Truly a glorious beginning for us all. May the gods continue to bless us all. Thank you."
June 22nd, 2226
"This is Machiko Yamamoto for GNN News reporting from outside the Provisional Bureaucratic Agencies, where most of the government bureaucracy is currently located.
Tragedy struck at a little after 900 hours this morning, as a masked gunman somehow entered the Agency Building and managed to massacre over twenty employees, including current Agency Chief, and aid to the President, Malcom Needlegrove. Vice Presidential Head of Staff, Vicky Long, was also critically injured.
The madman escaped the building only to engage in suicide bombing down the street in an area with many vendors. Another three people were killed, not including the gunman/bomber, and forty-five injured.
From what we have learned, the man was a Cerian revolutionary with ties to various criminal organizations. A letter that was left at the Agency building spoke of the people's discontent with President Hamilton, and the continued mistreatment of the Cerian, and other smaller colonial, peoples.
We will continue to update as more information comes in. Back to you, Tom."
Henry Westings turned to his clerk. "Make sure Mr. Vilapero's family receives the funding that was promised if the job was completed. Also provide them with a nice bonus for the extra ending he gave us. What an accomplishment."