Quod est ante pedes nemo spectat, caeli scrutantur plagas.
-- Ennius
Greater Tezdrian was not the empire she once was. A vast, far-flung empire had evaporated in the ceaseless turmoil of war, death, and rebellion that marked the nation's fall from an Imperial pinnacle. Few but historians could recall the various wars which Greater Tezdrian had engaged in; how much territory was won or lost or how many pints of native blood had soaked foreign beaches. Unilisia, Stoklomolvi, Sremski okrug, The Black Plains. These names shone brightly from dusty pages as friend or foe, but none remained. None except for Old Tyrannia. Yes, Old Tyrannia was the most steadfast friend which the Imperial Realms would ever see. In good times and bad Old Tyrannians stood shoulder to shoulder with their Tezdriani counterparts; often fighting and dying with each other or for each other's causes as the need required. But it was only recently with the latest descent into madness and anarchy that the two nations were brought closest. Old Tyrannian intervention was swift and smooth and her once most magnificent ally now sheltered under the benevolent wing of the Emperor.
But that was the past. This was the future. Greater Tezdrian prospered as part of the larger Old Tyrannian network and although Empress Ling's name was still on the stamps and the letterhead it was the grandiose Lord Anicius Sestius Vaticanus, 12th Baron Sestius Vaticanus, High Commissioner of the Tyrannian Government to the Imperial Protectorate of Greater Tezdrian who signed both her stipend cheques and the paycheques of each and every government official. In lieu of sprawling colonial hinterlands the Tezdriani chose to build upwards to the stars -- the better to accommodate the colossal population of over six billion. Soon the entire country was developed with generous financial aid into one gargantuan city, the formerly independent cities of Iu, Azteka, et al. now distinguished primarily through tradition and habit rather than any reality of separation. As the years passed Greater Tezdrian gradually became a centre of finance, business and culture in the Tyrannian orbit of nations as aristocrats from the Mother Country did business there and the culture homogenised. Romanitas slowly overwhelmed the various fractious ethnic groups that had made up the island until, eventually, her people, language, and customs differed only slightly from their cousins in Old Tyrannia.
The collective memory of a people, however, persisted. Never could their be said to be animosity against Tezdrian's colonial masters or indeed any perception of colonialism. Old Tyrannians were allies -- better yet, friends -- and were hardly oppressors when they had merely offered a helping hand. But just as a proud man even formerly reduced must eventually stand alone, so too with the Tezdriani. It was time for the formal protectorate to end, and everyone knew it. The old remnants of the Chaos-era Workers' Soviets still occasionally made noise with sporadic acts of terrorism but for the most part the country was contentedly secure with no threat to an orderly transition of power. "The Empress", or more specifically the functionaries who operated in her name, lodged a formal notice with Lord Vaticanus that Greater Tezdrian was ready to re-negotiate her status and he dutifully obliged. After a few days of perfunctory talks it was announced that Tezdrian would be granted full and formal independence as the Fascist State of Greater Tezdrian, under a constitutional government and the benevolent hand of Prince Publius the Younger, the Count of Corvinium -- soon to be Emperor of Greater Tezdrian after his marriage to Her Imperial Majesty. Announcements were made, speeches written and dinners arranged, and soon it was time for the deed to be done.
Formerly Venko the capital, now the Venko district of the wider civitas, was still charmingly European in it's appearance and retained it's place as the elegant centre of administrative power. For the celebrations it was bedecked in flags and streamers, banners and ribbons as an air of festivity soaked through the atmosphere. Church bells rang in eager anticipation of a coronation and a new emperor -- in a new era which mirrored the coming of the era of Christ. All that was left was to wait. And wait they did, the Empress and a gaggle of officials at the airport waiting to welcome the arrival of the Tyrannians once more as they did during the time of chaos. This time though, it was different. Look to the stars, for a new sun was rising.
But that was the past. This was the future. Greater Tezdrian prospered as part of the larger Old Tyrannian network and although Empress Ling's name was still on the stamps and the letterhead it was the grandiose Lord Anicius Sestius Vaticanus, 12th Baron Sestius Vaticanus, High Commissioner of the Tyrannian Government to the Imperial Protectorate of Greater Tezdrian who signed both her stipend cheques and the paycheques of each and every government official. In lieu of sprawling colonial hinterlands the Tezdriani chose to build upwards to the stars -- the better to accommodate the colossal population of over six billion. Soon the entire country was developed with generous financial aid into one gargantuan city, the formerly independent cities of Iu, Azteka, et al. now distinguished primarily through tradition and habit rather than any reality of separation. As the years passed Greater Tezdrian gradually became a centre of finance, business and culture in the Tyrannian orbit of nations as aristocrats from the Mother Country did business there and the culture homogenised. Romanitas slowly overwhelmed the various fractious ethnic groups that had made up the island until, eventually, her people, language, and customs differed only slightly from their cousins in Old Tyrannia.
The collective memory of a people, however, persisted. Never could their be said to be animosity against Tezdrian's colonial masters or indeed any perception of colonialism. Old Tyrannians were allies -- better yet, friends -- and were hardly oppressors when they had merely offered a helping hand. But just as a proud man even formerly reduced must eventually stand alone, so too with the Tezdriani. It was time for the formal protectorate to end, and everyone knew it. The old remnants of the Chaos-era Workers' Soviets still occasionally made noise with sporadic acts of terrorism but for the most part the country was contentedly secure with no threat to an orderly transition of power. "The Empress", or more specifically the functionaries who operated in her name, lodged a formal notice with Lord Vaticanus that Greater Tezdrian was ready to re-negotiate her status and he dutifully obliged. After a few days of perfunctory talks it was announced that Tezdrian would be granted full and formal independence as the Fascist State of Greater Tezdrian, under a constitutional government and the benevolent hand of Prince Publius the Younger, the Count of Corvinium -- soon to be Emperor of Greater Tezdrian after his marriage to Her Imperial Majesty. Announcements were made, speeches written and dinners arranged, and soon it was time for the deed to be done.
Formerly Venko the capital, now the Venko district of the wider civitas, was still charmingly European in it's appearance and retained it's place as the elegant centre of administrative power. For the celebrations it was bedecked in flags and streamers, banners and ribbons as an air of festivity soaked through the atmosphere. Church bells rang in eager anticipation of a coronation and a new emperor -- in a new era which mirrored the coming of the era of Christ. All that was left was to wait. And wait they did, the Empress and a gaggle of officials at the airport waiting to welcome the arrival of the Tyrannians once more as they did during the time of chaos. This time though, it was different. Look to the stars, for a new sun was rising.