Xofrautan wrote:
Port of Kalikasan, Xofrautan. Febuary 4, 2024
The money was of great value. It wasn’t uncommon for officers to take bribes from people within and above the social class to take the bribe and ignore the wrongdoings of the rich.
“I’ll call the prime minister”. The policemen went to a phone booth and rang up the PM, just to clarify things with her. Anything that goes through the ports, especially aid has to clear with the government before it can be shipped out. Granted, this was for commercial sale. While all this was happening, a few commandos were looking through the crates themselves, causing an argument between the guards and commandos
The police had ignored the cry of the company, as it was not their problem, and they were trying to contact the prime minister.
“Typical Foreigners”.
The Prime Minister’s Bungalow. New Migama, Xofrautan
The Bungalow belonged to the Prime Minister in a very well-off area of Xofrautan, away from the starving masses. Unlike the president’s estate, it was more of a humble home but still opulent.
“Let them in,” She says on the phone with the port police. “Take them to into the mayor’s warehouse, and have them there until we can work out a deal with this Greenhouse fellas”. She hangs up, she was meeting with the CGO that had made contact with the Minister of Urban and Rural Development. She neither her cabinet have felt the effects of the famine as many of them are well-fed and healthy. One could argue that the helth of the nation relys on the health of the government, but it does not seem that way. Nehal Gurnani opens her office door to greet the CGO.
“You must be Mr. Anderson” She says smiling. “I am the Prime Minister, Nehal Gurnani. I have been told that you are interested in land?”
Sanktum
The long crowds of starving people, mostly children, wandered into Sanktum. The new development hasn’t caught the attention of local authorities, but with the National Guard being mobilized, it was no or never to help the people. Thousands and thousands have left their villages in search for food, and as the GDRC determined is growing to become a refugee crisis. People were scared, people were hungry, and the future seemed grim. Truckloads of villagers in search of food continue to flood into the area, as the revolutionary began speaking to the crowds, who became angry, discontented with the government, and the religion that classifed them as subhuman. Was this the time for revolution? Was this going to be the day that the newly nicknamed Madalik the Mad is disposed? The starving masses would think so, especially the children who have suffered under the enforced religious teachings of Gruxini.
It wouldn’t matter for long though, in the mountains of the enclosed area, was the mansion of a wealthy politician, one that ruled over the area. He sits in his lawn chair as the servants aid to his every need. The little speck near the coast has garnered the attention of a politician who always noticed nothing there.
“Captain” he says to his local garrison officer. “Something is bothering my view, I want your guards to take a look at it”.
“Yes sir” The soldiers did what they are told. And a small force of 2,000 men begin their march down to the location, unaware of what is going on.The Office of the President of The Republic of Xofrautan
02/10/2024
Offical Press Statement on The Rumors of The President’s Assassination
It has come to my attention that there have been rumors of my demise by the hands of an assassin. I would like to dispel those rumors now. I am very much alive and well, working with some investors that would help farm our lands back into good health. This however is the work of the devilish foreigners that are plaguing our lands with their evil religions and their ways to undermine our way of life, like the Phibetans did in the 1800s.
I therefore will begin the immediate deployment of heavier forces (armored vehicles, short-range artillery) to begin a campaign to rid of the filthy foreigners, besides the ones that represent the honourable Greenhouse company. We will also deploy the Coast Guard to attack raid foreign ships that the government has not consented to dock or enter our waters. We remind nations that when we forced Phibeta out in the 1960s, we gained control of a few nuclear bombs theat they left. I am not going to use them, but this is a way to say we do have them, and thus our words will be backed. I will also deploy our gurus and priests that will go around the country to begin expelling foreign religions that are betraying the teachings of Gruxini.
Furthermore, I have increasingly heard the concerns from the Greater Dienstad Regional Council that many delegates voiced. I have my envoy apart of the globalist Cartoonian embassy as part of the Grand Entante when we signed the Ooarai Accords in 2021, and I have sent my words, and welcome aid that will help fund the great bridge, and a new nuclear program that will put people to work, and thus feed our people. And I invite leaders, ambassadors, and journalists to our country and see that we thrive under our religion, our government, and the famine that decreases our surplus destitute population. We shall show you a perfect world that should be.
May the gods continue to bless us with the riches of the land.
-President Om Madalik
Port of Kalikasan, Xofrautan.
The manager smiled indulgently. “Of course. Acceptance is a Greenhouse corporate value, and so we of course defer to your governmental practices. By all means call the Prime Minister. We would never impose.” He says deferentially to the police officers as he slips the check to the lead one. “I am sure this is rhe start of a long and beautiful friendship, don’t you?”
The Prime Ministers Bungalow, New Migama
He smiled and shook her hand. “Please, call me Claus, Prime Minister. Before we get down to the bottom line, I must say first it is an honor to meet you in person. A Miss Chakavarti, uh, down at the Ministry of Labor mentioned that you would be open to meetings, but I am amazed at your swift response. It is truly a testament to your skills in your current role.” He says, straightening his light brown suit as he speaks. A little flattery never hurt anyone, as they say.
“Alright, so, let’s get down to brass tacks, alright? We at Greenhouse want to approach this… issue with a multi pronged approach. First things first, we want to export food from our farms in Daeva, grain, rice, that sort of thing, and bring it here. Then, we can sell it to directly to the Governement, private businesses, ordinary citizens, really who ever can afford our signature Greenhouse prices. I hasten to add that they are reasonable, affordable. However, our first cargo was… well, it was hassled by both mobs of anarchistic thieves and, a foreign commando unit. I sincerely doubt you gave them permission to operate, but that ain’t my business. Suffice to say, the security and openness of the current importing situation is a risk to efficiency. So, we would kindly ask for police security, preferential docking treatment, allowing our brave security officers to use more… tools then they are allowed to under the current system. This will allow more products to come in, which boosts the economy and helps the famine. It’s a win win!” The CGO says with a corporate smile.
“One little sidebar, uh, unlike most of the other foreigners here, we don’t wish to meddle with your politics or subvert your authority. Those charities who refuse to obey mandates, the commandos, rebels, we want to operate fully legally with a mutually beneficial arrangement. One of Greenhouses Corporate Values is diversity and acceptance, of course. With that in mind, we are willing to respect your countries rich and unique cultural and religious heritage. That is to say, we won’t sell to anyone your wise government would prefer we didn’t.” He says knowingly, having done his homework on the Xofrauten caste system.
“Anyways, for the land, yes, we are interested in purchase. Importing crops is all well and good, but we would like to workshop an in-house solution, yes? Our industrial farming techniques will outmode many of the current rural farmers in their disjointed ancestral plots. Why, their inefficiency is partially responsible for this famine. We can help rectify this, while strengthening your countries economy and infrastructure. Along with that, my boss, he is a, well… let’s just say he owns a lot of companies other than Greenhouse. Well, we would also like to buy some scenic land for other things. For example, we have a luxury resort and hotel planned. It can help bring tourism. That is just one example of many potential projects. And, as thanks for your generosity, our gifts of gratitude will continue as well.
So what do you say? Will you give us a chance?”
