- The House of the Senate, Romagna City Center
Southeastern Rome, Terra Orbis Islands
The Eternal City, resurrected from the ashes of destructive 20th to 21st century liberalism stood like a jewel atop royalty's crown. It was halfway through the morning by now, and Rome had already done well to awaken her citizens, prodding them along to a new day. The city's sleepy streets and boulevards came to life as the nightly fog lifted its ghoulish blanket, revealing once more that eternal splendor of one of antiquity's monolithic societies. Romulans, Remans, the occasional immigrants, all paced up and down sidewalks; buses, trams and private vehicles neatly lined up behind intersections, junctions and roundabouts- waiting for that soft green light that would send them on their way. Vita Nuova. New life. One easily could have picked up that collection of melodies from Old Dante, and thought that he foretold of Rome's rebirth.
Here marble met cobblestone; busy streets and bustling office buildings met the laid-back atmosphere of al fresco diners and sleepy cafes. Pizzerias and bistros tended to a hungry population, their petty-bourgeoise owners now, with vigor and excitement, looked forward to the day ahead of them. Business and life as usual in the Eternal City. Here, humanity found meaning. Here, civilization laid herself bare. The pale, milky glow of her marble skin would have put even the beauty of a hundred of Michelangelo's David's to shame.
Now for those old souls in the Senate, whose love of wisdom perpetually propelled Rome forward, who now made their way through the House of Senate's halls to make their way to the main room. Some younger, others kissed with time's blessing, this assembly, whose numbers would have been enough to form a centurion's complement, were the backbone of Rome. Democratically elected and constitutionally recognized, their office, as was the case today, discharged Rome's combined, collective will. Through these men and women she spoke, whispering to ages past, present and future. Here lies Mother Rome, and Her children in Her Eternal Embrace.
The Praetor now stood before the camera crews and officials in attendance, her skin kissed a golden tan as they all stood under the pale light of the Senate Chamber. Today was of monumental importance, a milestone in the history of a nation. For the first time since its inception, the new Neo-Latin nation would now address the world Mighty Rome now found Herself thrust back into. Praetor Calvacanti, like Praetor Medici and even Orellini before, made a habit of taking the edge of the senate's crimson banner, which flew the SPQR and the Roman Aquila on its fabric. Every time before she'd take the podium, she'd perform this custom and gently hold the cloth to her forehead, lowering her head and gaze, paying homage to Mother Rome's legacy, and to all her forefathers.
Here marble met cobblestone; busy streets and bustling office buildings met the laid-back atmosphere of al fresco diners and sleepy cafes. Pizzerias and bistros tended to a hungry population, their petty-bourgeoise owners now, with vigor and excitement, looked forward to the day ahead of them. Business and life as usual in the Eternal City. Here, humanity found meaning. Here, civilization laid herself bare. The pale, milky glow of her marble skin would have put even the beauty of a hundred of Michelangelo's David's to shame.
Now for those old souls in the Senate, whose love of wisdom perpetually propelled Rome forward, who now made their way through the House of Senate's halls to make their way to the main room. Some younger, others kissed with time's blessing, this assembly, whose numbers would have been enough to form a centurion's complement, were the backbone of Rome. Democratically elected and constitutionally recognized, their office, as was the case today, discharged Rome's combined, collective will. Through these men and women she spoke, whispering to ages past, present and future. Here lies Mother Rome, and Her children in Her Eternal Embrace.
The Praetor now stood before the camera crews and officials in attendance, her skin kissed a golden tan as they all stood under the pale light of the Senate Chamber. Today was of monumental importance, a milestone in the history of a nation. For the first time since its inception, the new Neo-Latin nation would now address the world Mighty Rome now found Herself thrust back into. Praetor Calvacanti, like Praetor Medici and even Orellini before, made a habit of taking the edge of the senate's crimson banner, which flew the SPQR and the Roman Aquila on its fabric. Every time before she'd take the podium, she'd perform this custom and gently hold the cloth to her forehead, lowering her head and gaze, paying homage to Mother Rome's legacy, and to all her forefathers.
Signore, signori, amici, colleghi, uomini e donne di tutto il mondo tutto, (ladies and gentlemen, friends, colleagues, men and women from the world over)
It brings my office and the Senate great pride today to address the nation, and to all gathered with us here today. I've spoken with Chancellor Constantinescu last night, and he has also expressed his eagerness to tune in to us today.
From the golden age of Caesar Augustus and Julius, Marcus Aurelius and Constantine, from the imperial shadows of Napoleon I of France, the Venetian Republic, Michael, Stefan, Corvinus, Rome has always striven for peace, prosperity and the advancement of all mankind. Our people, from their humble beginnings at the foot of Palatine Hill, have since come forward to dig deep into the fertile soil of the Terra Orbis, but we feel that now we are ready to take the next step. Once again, Rome must extend out her reach to all men and women, open her arms to all races and regions and welcome not only the Hispanics, the Gauls, the Alpine Caucasians and the Latins, but all mankind into Her embrace.
The Denarus has since been stabilized, and our local industries are flourishing under the protection of a fixed exchange rate. Income taxes for our workers and laborers has never been lower, as are our trade and franchise taxes thanks to our latest revisions to the republic's fiscal policies. The soil is rich, the earth fertile and the local markets ready for the world. For too long we have watched the world reel in its anguish, and feel that, now or never, we must step in and play our part.
And so we invite all men of all nations to join us at our dinner table, as it is often said here in Rome. Our country stands ready to open diplomatic agreements and accept foreign investors from overseas, and even more so to return this wayward world to the glory of Pax Romana.
We invite all the civilized nations of the world to come join us. Taste our wine, break bread with us. Let us talk of humanity and the finer things in life. Let commerce and camaraderie be our 'hammer and sickle' with which we shall batter down the walls of tyranny. May we all prosper in long-lasting days of peace.
The Senate and the People of Rome Greet you!
SENATVS POPVLVSQVE ROMANVS
SPQR
SENATVS POPVLVSQVE ROMANVS
SPQR