Post by Chomei on Apr 25, 2024 15:27:58 GMT -5
A month of silence. All of Earth waiting with bated breath. Anxious. There was certainly a feeling of unease in the air—Lingering ambiently. The Dragon had not been sitting idly, enduring this in solitude. He wasn't holed up at King's Castle—Praying that things would get better. He was beyond that now. His team has put out a notice, explaining that the President had been 'injured' during the fight for Central; To help Chomei save face for his unusual silence. A choice few had seen him in that month. Powerful Senators and Cabinet Members. Even some of those he'd fought alongside before...
And they'd worked tirelessly to address the most recent attack. His assistants more than himself. The Dragon had simply dictated what he wanted done—And so it was...
But the day finally came—Z-TV and other stations got the notice. A day without silence. A Conference at King's Castle.
He thought he should have been more nervous. Maybe before, he would have been... But strangely—Om Chomei, Dragon, felt a renewed spring of confidence coursing through him. His emotions had been strange that way, lately. But those were thoughts for another time. Wearing a simple black dress shirt, loose white slacks—And sporting the beginnings of an unkempt beard—The Dragon approached the Podium. There had been an ambient chatter before he appeared, one that'd immediately died down. Now they were silent. Maybe one or two hundred eyes stared up at him expectantly. He returned their gaze quietly, scanning the small crowd.
"... Hello, my friends. It's been a while. To forestall any questions—I've mostly recovered now. But know that even in hospice I was fighting for you. Just as I was down in Central City. I've been working closely with trusted members of the government throughout my recovery—And I think we've come up with an adequate response," A few of those 'trusted' members shifted uneasily nearby. They knew, in truth... That this was entirely Chomei's own Law. Most of them had only the faintest clue of what the decree even contained. "But, before I go on—Steel your hearts. I won't mince words—We're taking a harsh approach. We've got a serious issue at hand, where we fail to stop hundreds of people from dying every few months. Two thousand dead in Central City. Things have only been getting worse, and keep getting worse—I'd say we're in desperate times now. And so... We need desperate measures,"
Flipping a small booklet open on the podium, The Dragon began— "So, let's start with this first. All of the accords are being revised and merged into one new law. The Dragon's Law. To briefly go over the simple changes—Current funding for Powerful Warriors will increase dramatically. Registration into the Ki-Database will be more strongly enforced, and funding for the KPD (Ki Police Division) will also increase. Vigilantism is no longer 'illegal'... And the Death Penalty will go unchanged for now..."
The Dragon flips to the next page, breathes out lightly. "Earth will be closed to all unauthorized foreign visitors for the foreseeable future. The overwhelming majority of these attackers have originated from beyond the dark void—So until the rest of the decree's in this Law are up and running... Alien visitors will be turned away. Anyone already on Earth or having lived in residence here for some time will be excluded. We're going to restart Derry's 'program' of building space detection equipment, also—And hopefully that'll help us monitor unwanted guests,"
"To add to the prior statement, about funding for Warriors... A significant amount will be invested in opening and maintaining Dojo's across the Planet. For any Martial Artist's interested in that, go to [███████.sparking.earth] to see more information. New martial-arts-related extracurriculars will become available at all levels of schooling, also,"
There were a lot of really tiny things The Dragon was glossing over as he quickly flipped through his booklet. Important things, but mostly unnecessary fluff he decided. He turned to the final page now, gazed at the crowd for a moment. "... I believe that, the reason we are attacked so much... Is that we are seen as weak. An easy target. And it's not an unfounded belief—Apart from a select few including myself... Earth has no way to fight back against the endless night. I hope to give us the means to do this now. By giving every citizen a chance to survive. If it comes down to that,"
"But I've never been a gambler—I don't like lives being left to mere chance. So my final announcement is a major buildup of our armed forces and the Creation of a new Elite Fighting Force. Me and some others will be in talks with Arcose soon over procurement and some loans. We're (reasonably) confident that everything will be fully funded, despite our economic situation. But with this expansion and the creation of a new team of capable individuals—We hope to be more capable of deterring and stopping attacks. Now... That's the meat of my decrees, but you can read up on the rest online. For now... Does anyone have any questions?"
The courtyard was quiet for a few long moments—The Dragon didnt know if it was from confusion or disappointment or some other emotions. But their silence was soon broken—An uproar of shouts and noise that filled the area as they each tried to get a word in. Some voices proud, some angered—They all melded into one.
A day without silence, an apt description, he thought.
And they'd worked tirelessly to address the most recent attack. His assistants more than himself. The Dragon had simply dictated what he wanted done—And so it was...
But the day finally came—Z-TV and other stations got the notice. A day without silence. A Conference at King's Castle.
He thought he should have been more nervous. Maybe before, he would have been... But strangely—Om Chomei, Dragon, felt a renewed spring of confidence coursing through him. His emotions had been strange that way, lately. But those were thoughts for another time. Wearing a simple black dress shirt, loose white slacks—And sporting the beginnings of an unkempt beard—The Dragon approached the Podium. There had been an ambient chatter before he appeared, one that'd immediately died down. Now they were silent. Maybe one or two hundred eyes stared up at him expectantly. He returned their gaze quietly, scanning the small crowd.
"... Hello, my friends. It's been a while. To forestall any questions—I've mostly recovered now. But know that even in hospice I was fighting for you. Just as I was down in Central City. I've been working closely with trusted members of the government throughout my recovery—And I think we've come up with an adequate response," A few of those 'trusted' members shifted uneasily nearby. They knew, in truth... That this was entirely Chomei's own Law. Most of them had only the faintest clue of what the decree even contained. "But, before I go on—Steel your hearts. I won't mince words—We're taking a harsh approach. We've got a serious issue at hand, where we fail to stop hundreds of people from dying every few months. Two thousand dead in Central City. Things have only been getting worse, and keep getting worse—I'd say we're in desperate times now. And so... We need desperate measures,"
Flipping a small booklet open on the podium, The Dragon began— "So, let's start with this first. All of the accords are being revised and merged into one new law. The Dragon's Law. To briefly go over the simple changes—Current funding for Powerful Warriors will increase dramatically. Registration into the Ki-Database will be more strongly enforced, and funding for the KPD (Ki Police Division) will also increase. Vigilantism is no longer 'illegal'... And the Death Penalty will go unchanged for now..."
The Dragon flips to the next page, breathes out lightly. "Earth will be closed to all unauthorized foreign visitors for the foreseeable future. The overwhelming majority of these attackers have originated from beyond the dark void—So until the rest of the decree's in this Law are up and running... Alien visitors will be turned away. Anyone already on Earth or having lived in residence here for some time will be excluded. We're going to restart Derry's 'program' of building space detection equipment, also—And hopefully that'll help us monitor unwanted guests,"
"To add to the prior statement, about funding for Warriors... A significant amount will be invested in opening and maintaining Dojo's across the Planet. For any Martial Artist's interested in that, go to [███████.sparking.earth] to see more information. New martial-arts-related extracurriculars will become available at all levels of schooling, also,"
There were a lot of really tiny things The Dragon was glossing over as he quickly flipped through his booklet. Important things, but mostly unnecessary fluff he decided. He turned to the final page now, gazed at the crowd for a moment. "... I believe that, the reason we are attacked so much... Is that we are seen as weak. An easy target. And it's not an unfounded belief—Apart from a select few including myself... Earth has no way to fight back against the endless night. I hope to give us the means to do this now. By giving every citizen a chance to survive. If it comes down to that,"
"But I've never been a gambler—I don't like lives being left to mere chance. So my final announcement is a major buildup of our armed forces and the Creation of a new Elite Fighting Force. Me and some others will be in talks with Arcose soon over procurement and some loans. We're (reasonably) confident that everything will be fully funded, despite our economic situation. But with this expansion and the creation of a new team of capable individuals—We hope to be more capable of deterring and stopping attacks. Now... That's the meat of my decrees, but you can read up on the rest online. For now... Does anyone have any questions?"
The courtyard was quiet for a few long moments—The Dragon didnt know if it was from confusion or disappointment or some other emotions. But their silence was soon broken—An uproar of shouts and noise that filled the area as they each tried to get a word in. Some voices proud, some angered—They all melded into one.
A day without silence, an apt description, he thought.