Vishton Smalls, exhausted from the "trip" to New Amerik, slumped into his chair and changed the channel on the plasma screen in front of him. But at the same time, he was more pepped than before, feeling he had just accomplished much more than the predecessor by gaining much insight into Amerikan culture and its technological achievements as well as their culture, not to mention the new deals brokered. I could definitely do that again, he thought, but he resolved to wait until morning.
That is, until he remembered his daily conference with Thomisia Dylan, the Head Bureaucrat of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Economy. Picking up the remote to the screen in front of him he switched from the popular anime Ima, Dobutsuen ni Iku to No. 001, the direct line to the Ministry Building, with the Head waiting patiently for him.
"Ah, good evening, Secretary Smalls, just in time. Today we'd just like to inform you that Ambassador Rutledge* has just set up his post in Lubyak and has several reports about Freneq relations with the members of the Ponyist States."
When Smalls heard this, he lit up, jumping from his chair and smiling to the white-haired, double-chined woman on the screen. After panting a little due to his weight, he cleared his throat. "Brilliant, Thomisia, what's the story?"
"He has correspondence from Sawyer and Karls** that might shed a little light on the reception Freneq diplomacy and trade has gone. All of them have reported increasing interest in Freneq culture and business thanks to the missions and have helped the citizens of those various nations gain passport advice and other services. Most importantly, they report that we might be interested in joining their larger alliance, the Coalition of Ponyist States."
Smalls looked confused for a moment. "Really? We're hardly a Pony nation, I mean, a few enclaves on Anphase Boulevard and Terrace Street here and there, but us?"
"Ever since we set up a post on Kofahl Island it's been quite a busy port for both Freneq businesses and immigration. From what I've heard we don't need to be majority Pony, just recognize their rights."
"We can do that easily," Smalls replied. As a nation with sentient androids as flight attendants and garbage collectors voting and enjoying the same rights as organics, it made little sense not to allow Ponies the same. "What else does this coalition entail?"
"Rutledge had reported that there is a free trade agreement between all and a defense pact of sorts, I can send you the details later."
"I'd sure like to see it," said Smalls, and with a bow-nod, he bid Thomisia farewell. As the screen powered off, he mulled the offer. He knew that Ponies were becoming quite a significant constituency in Frenequesta. A Pony just replaced Judge Rankin in the Second Original District, and d'Artis Air's latest corporate elections had filled in three of the nine seats on the Board of Directors with Ponies. A Pony-owned condiment company was just ranked as one of the fastest-growing businesses in Frenequesta, and appeals to the Elements of Harmony were quickly innundating advertising campaigns. Clearly Smalls, facing reelection next winter, needed to be on their good side. But at the same time, he had to please the protectionists and non-interventionists that crossed party lines. Certainly he couldn't get all of the states into the Minoa Free Trade Project, the only economic zone Frenequesta was aligned with, and the only one which anyone so far has ever agreed to. As far as alliances go-- he worried about the constitutionality of such a thing, with the Freneq charter only allowing military for self-defense, not intervention into other affairs. Some wanted to bend it, repeal it, amend it, etc...
He turned on the screen and dialed Thomisia.
"Thomisia, has any member of the Popular Legislature proposed the entry?"
"Well, one of the members of the Harmony Party has proposed one recently but as far as I can tell the Committee has been putting off a date for a hearing for weeks."
"Well why don't you call the chair and get him to schedule something for tomorrow-- tell him Smalls sent you." Though he was unsure of Casey Heilmann's position on such an alliance, he had good ties with him and it would be difficult to say no.
"Certainly, Secretary..."
He knew they would have time; they rarely talked about anything. Even that was problematic...
Thomisia not only successfully convinced the Foreign Affairs committee to hold a hearing the next day, but also informed all the major press outlets-- the Rialto companies, the AltarWire, UFBT, FSTN, and Poliphilos-- to pay particular attention to the developments that would ensue in Neue Bayreuth tomorrow. All of them had synced their morning news shows to cover the hearing, and had come early in the morning to crowd Room 061 of the Popular Legislature Building, bustling with reporters, setting up their cameras and microphones for a live event to capture what was billed to them as a history-changing event. At least, as long as the Popular Legislature was convinced...
Secretary Smalls was in a nearby dressing room, prepping his witnesses for the tough questions. "Now some of the committee members might be concerned with how the alliance can coincide with Fahrquar v. Feng. You're familiar with the case, aren't you?"
"I certainly am, Secretary Smalls," replied Judge Cedar Dance with the typical lilt to her voice. "First case I had to study in the Neue Bayreuth law--"
"They're waiting for you, Secretary," interrupted an aide.
He straightened his tie. "In a jiffy," he shouted. Back to the judge and his other two witnesses, d'Artis Air and Interstellar board of directors memberFerris and economist Helmut Cunningham, he said "Alright, this should be a very simple task to convince them to join the Coalition, just look natural, remember the answers I prepared, and don't say anything that might get warped into the opposition's soundbite bank."
"Nothing's ever simple, Secretary," said Helmut, looking over the notes. "I've been trying to convince the Freneq people to loosen their barriers even a little for the last eight years and they're still holding out."
"The Pride Party's got a lot of power, I've heard," said Ferris.
"They're very vocal, yes", nodded Helmut. "And you've got their types in the ranks of all the other parties, so it especially is advantageous to--"
"30 seconds, Secretary!"
"C'mon, let's go," said Smalls, and he led out the three to the left door of the room. Coming out of it, he surveyed the committee. All thirteen members were human or anthropomorphized-- he wish he could move for a "change of veniremen", so to speak, so he could get at least one Pony on it-- but this wasn't a court, not in the legal sense at least, and he certainly didn't oversee who assigned committees. Yet he sensed that the composition was behind the times-- there were 25 or so Ponies in the 1,301-member Popular Legislature-- surely at least one had expertise in foreign policy? But there were Pony spectators-- surely when they were solicited they'd line up on his side. They sat down at a bench not 2 meters away from the Committee bench, both nervous and calm.
The voice of the Chair, Casey Heilmann, spoke up, apparently undisturbed by the flashing lights and garbled talk, and repeated the standard opening. "All spectators quiet while the Committee is in session; the Foreign Affairs Committee is now in procedure. Our first business of the day is 8022-616, "A Proposal to Bring the Social Republic and Scientific Collectives of Frenequesta into the Coalition of Ponyist States". A couple of members already looked skeptical to even the title, with disapproving frowns on their faces and a slight hostility in their eyes.
Ferris looked worried, but Cedar Dance next to him tried to comfort him. "Don't you worry, they'll turn around," she whispered.
The Chair, not hearing this, addressed Secretary Smalls. "The sponsor will now introduce his proposal to the committee. Secretary Smalls?"
Briefly looking over his transcript, Smalls turned up to face the Chair. He opened his mouth to speak but the Chair interrupted him.
"I should ask you to keep your statements as brief as possible, after all the media's here," and the room erupted with laughter.
While Smalls had a sneaking suspicion that the real reason for the admonition was that the Committee wasn't really taking the proposal seriously anyway, he chuckled along, as did Cedar Dance, Ferris, and Cunningham. After the cacophony had subsided, he cleared his throat to speak. And he needed it.
"Thank you, Mr. Chair, for the pleasure of having me here today to advocate for the Entry of Frenequesta in to the Coalition of Ponyist States. As you are probably aware, the sentient species known as the 'Ponies' with a capital P are among the fastest growing minority group in Frenequesta today. Ever since the first Pony set shore to Frenequesta in 2215, we have had over 2.1 million make our great nation their home in a period of five short years. The Suprabureau of Immigration predicts that this number will rise to 9.6 million by 2250-- about 12% of our projected population in that year. There are many nations that these Ponies hail from, but the vast majority are from countries part of a group known as the Coalition of Ponyist States-- a multinational body dedicated to the presevance of the rights of Ponies everywhere and, in many cases, a tie reflecting the Pony influence in their nations. I, along with my witnesses here, propose that Frenequesta join that coalition. We are already well prepared for it. We've been welcoming of them for the last five years, affording them all the rights we've given all sentient species from across the multiverse. Many of them, though, still have strong ties to their home nations within the Coalition-- many of the places they work are Coalition-based businesses who are eager to bring their wares to Frenequesta if not for a few tariffs we put on them. We suggest that those workers will see an equal prosperity with the rest of us if the barriers are lowered as will be a condition of join, and in fact may boost native Freneq business as well. The intervention they may require may not be any more taxing than what we already do in our embassy filings. I am sure that our ties with the nations within the Coalition we already have embassies with will become stronger with this joining, and hope for a more harmonious relationship with the rest as well. Again, I urge your consideration in joining, and hope that you'll see the benefit in all of us. Unless you have any questions, that will conclude my introduction."
He had hoped for a firestorm of questioning after that short speech, but the others seemed too tired to say anything. He overheard one member of the committee whispering to another "Have you had coffee yet?" and another "...up all last night...". The chair was nodding to the other members, and finally he addressed Smalls.
"Thank you Secretary Smalls, we will adjourn for an hour recess and hear witness Judge Cedar Dance next." And the committee gavel fell, and the thirteen members swiftly descended to the doors behind them, either talking to other members, headed to the cafeteria, or back to their offices to fill in another constituent request.
Ferris wiped a drop of sweat from his brow. "I was worried there for a moment, the sight of them made me nervous."
"Once you've been through as many as I have, you'll get used to it," said Smalls.
"At least we have more time to prepare," said Cedar Dance. "I could use some look-overs of the questions."
"Certainly, here's the sheet," said Smalls, handing a twenty-page stack of papers to the four-hooved, spectacled judge.
"Secretary, we've got some correspondence," said the aide who had called them in, handing Smalls a stack of at least a hundred pages.
"Already?" asked Smalls. "I'm surprised we've got some already, we've only just gave the intro. Did Thomisia inform the ambassadors?"
"Yes, and a couple others, I think," replied the aide. "Oh, and here's a revised schedule of the course of the hearings."
"Excellent," Smalls returned. So while Cedar Dance, Ferris, and Helmut were reviewing their speeches, he looked over the letters and the schedule:
*Calhoun Rutledge, the Freneq Ambassador to Lubyak.
**Marcel Sawyer and Soren Karls are the Freneq Ambassadors to Hippostania and Lykosia respectively.



