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01-03-2019, 03:35 AM
11th of Tolven, 1595
I'valis, Mestra
United Allied States
Quintilus stared at his tablet as the plane approached I'valis scanning over reports. The recent tensions between Arkiania and Octitania especially worried the Emperor. With defense spending heavily reduced after the Green Coup in 1588 in many defense programs were cut short or eliminated as part of the government restructuring and the civilian populace had little support for any additional warmongering after nearly 30 years of Pan-Nationalism. With tension rising, many of the reports predicted a likely conflict between the two states and with the Mestrans firmly supporting Arkiania, Quintilus knew that Drahen would likely be called upon it's UAS military obligations. Getting involved in a conflict with little civilian support wouldn't do the current government any favor, and the Emperor knew that the coalition government under Prime Minister Graciano Gerardo Urbinawas a fragile thing, consolidated only around the fact that they didn't support the Green Party. The Emperor was worried that if Drahen was called to war the coalition government would unravel, with potentially disastrous repercussions for the current government reforming the Empire after 3 decades of nationalism.
The Emperor's musings were interrupted as pilot's voice crackled over the intercom, "Fight crew, prepare for final approach". Quintilus sighed and closed his tablet, any further musings wouldn't be helpful at the current time, and leaned over to kiss his wife.
"Honey, are you ready to meet the extended family again?" he chuckled and patted her on the head
She rolled her eyes, "Not with you messing up my hair" she said as she brushed back the few strands he had knocked out of place.
Quintilus chucked and checked his own clothing, smoothing out a few wrinkles that had developed over the long ocean flight. He rested his eyes as the plane descended down to the runway and taxied to the awaiting delegation.
I'valis, Mestra
United Allied States
Quintilus stared at his tablet as the plane approached I'valis scanning over reports. The recent tensions between Arkiania and Octitania especially worried the Emperor. With defense spending heavily reduced after the Green Coup in 1588 in many defense programs were cut short or eliminated as part of the government restructuring and the civilian populace had little support for any additional warmongering after nearly 30 years of Pan-Nationalism. With tension rising, many of the reports predicted a likely conflict between the two states and with the Mestrans firmly supporting Arkiania, Quintilus knew that Drahen would likely be called upon it's UAS military obligations. Getting involved in a conflict with little civilian support wouldn't do the current government any favor, and the Emperor knew that the coalition government under Prime Minister Graciano Gerardo Urbinawas a fragile thing, consolidated only around the fact that they didn't support the Green Party. The Emperor was worried that if Drahen was called to war the coalition government would unravel, with potentially disastrous repercussions for the current government reforming the Empire after 3 decades of nationalism.
The Emperor's musings were interrupted as pilot's voice crackled over the intercom, "Fight crew, prepare for final approach". Quintilus sighed and closed his tablet, any further musings wouldn't be helpful at the current time, and leaned over to kiss his wife.
"Honey, are you ready to meet the extended family again?" he chuckled and patted her on the head
She rolled her eyes, "Not with you messing up my hair" she said as she brushed back the few strands he had knocked out of place.
Quintilus chucked and checked his own clothing, smoothing out a few wrinkles that had developed over the long ocean flight. He rested his eyes as the plane descended down to the runway and taxied to the awaiting delegation.