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Post by Rye on Oct 22, 2024 2:50:18 GMT -5
The Council Chambers has become a place of public debate as of late. Being the one place where all classes might attend to air grievances or suggests changes to improve the Saiyan nation. Not all accepted such changes and many days people would come to gripe and bitch about changes the Queen has made. And due to many of the Queen's supporters being actively involved in her projects it left actually very few people to champion her causes in the Council Chambers. But among those people there remained a young, bullish, Saiyan who was a veteran of the Tuffle-Saiyan War. A man who believed in the causes she suggested, or at the least agreed their nation needed such change.
That was Rye. Formerly a Noble before he symbolically cast aside his title and status. Now he is simply Rye. Businessman, Soldier, and in this regard a Public Servant. He spent much of time when not busy with his obligations to Tatsui here making a name for himself. A fierce orator and opponent who had taken vicious arguments with several people at once. Often times against the same class he had been born into. But that didn't matter to him. Blood mattered little to him nowadays. All he cared about was the progression of his people, of the nation as a whole. Even if they hated changed and resisted every inch of it.
He would drag them kicking and screaming into the new age, if need be.
"I'll be addressing chamber, recognize me." Rye would call out from his seated position at the table, a hand resting against said table as he offered a closed lip smile. A tension filled the air for a moment before finally the Saiyan in charge of keeping good order and discipline within the Chamber would nod to him offering him the floor. Many people knew of him, or at least heard of the spitfire. But no topic had thus been said so far that would invoke his usual ire, which confused some within the chambers why he would speak. It was simple: He had his own suggestions for the Council Chambers. He would go to stand up, wearing his battle armor as if to remind those present, he had made his bones long ago.
There is no podium for him to stand at but instead he paces the length of the large round table after having walked to the center of the room. The innumerable representatives of Saiyan people, and a few foreigners, present with their gaze upon him. He paused for a moment to stare at everyone within the room, his gaze roaming across the people. He looked entirely comfortable, in his element. He had stood before the assembled armies of Saiyans before so in this room? It was easy for him. Yet there did seem to be some excitable factor to him. Some sorta fire within his eyes. It was easy to see why he was born a Noble Blood but not so easy to see why he abandoned his roots.
"Who among us fought in The War?" The man asks the question with simple innocent, a rumbling happens in the chamber. A good number, if not all, of the Saiyans had participated in some fashion within it. His face takes on a thin, serious, look to his features as he places his hands on the table leaning his weight upon it. "I need not to remind people of the troubles we faced during the war. A conflict which spanned years, that despite our natural advantages we could not vanquish our foe. The very foe who now sits next to us, trades with us, and even works within our facilities." The man's words illicit an emotional response from some, varying degrees of positive and bad.
None knows where he plans to go next. Good. Let them hang onto his words.
"We failed to adapt to our enemies. In trying the same old thing, in the same old tried fashions, we led ourselves into a quagmire. In over fifty years not a single change to our military, our nation, or our way of life occurred! And we bled for it!" The man raises a hand up to thud it against the table at the last sentence, not nearly hard enough to crack it. But the thunderous boom echoes across the chamber as righteous indignation floods the Saiyan. He's always been emotional, fiery, and if he wanted to reach his people he needed to tame that fire. Bring it to heel and use it, not be used by it.
"How many units and squads suffered from a lack of resources, a lack of supplies, a lack of communication with our leadership? The situation on the ground did not reflect what was being told to higher. A failure at all levels." The man remarks, bitterly, remembering his own experiences during the war. The times when his men and himself where given orders that simply did not make sense. Being left stranded with wounded men and no way to extract them, no clothing for harsh conditions, and no food. Of course, that meant raiding and pillaging. But such things cannot sustain for long and in no short time, Rye like many other Saiyans would find themselves without food and starving.
"Some of these issues, these incompetence's, have been corrected by The Queen's reformation of the Education System. But she hasn't done enough in that regard. More drastic measures are to be taken, and to that end I bring forward a suggestion as a servant of the nation." The man had the interest of the chamber, in both a positive and negative light. Some had to wonder just what the hell this Saiyan was yapping about. The fools didn't know the power of words.
"A reformation and expansion of the Saiyan Armed Forces! A remodeling of our nation's premier fighting force, modernizing it for the conflicts yet to come. We are in an enviable state with our new peace, our new prosperity brought about by the economic changes enacted. Eventually someone will seek to challenge us, and we cannot afford another fifty-year quagmire!" He slams his hand on the table once more as his voice raises, nearing the peak of his speech. "With the Queens intention to go to the stars once more, to fight in conflicts far and wide, we need a new system. For this reason, I suggest, no I DEMAND, the implantation of a Quartermaster Corps. Specialized roles within the military, a creation of a manual of arms for our soldiers, and the creation of a Military Advisory Board to conduct a full examination of our Armed Forces and henceforth recommendations for improvement."
For a moment the chambers go quiet, as if none have anything to say. And then someone starts shouting. Followed by another. There is debate amongst those present on the merits of the idea. He had expected a mixed response with a leaning to the less favored side. But to his surprise it was an actual even distribution for those for and against. Many soldiers, particularly those of the Lower Class, had experienced the logistical failing he spoke about. He once again ignited the chamber in debate.
He couldn't help but smile as he went to his seat, prepared to be call to defend his idea or simply have a pleasant private conversation.
That was Rye. Formerly a Noble before he symbolically cast aside his title and status. Now he is simply Rye. Businessman, Soldier, and in this regard a Public Servant. He spent much of time when not busy with his obligations to Tatsui here making a name for himself. A fierce orator and opponent who had taken vicious arguments with several people at once. Often times against the same class he had been born into. But that didn't matter to him. Blood mattered little to him nowadays. All he cared about was the progression of his people, of the nation as a whole. Even if they hated changed and resisted every inch of it.
He would drag them kicking and screaming into the new age, if need be.
"I'll be addressing chamber, recognize me." Rye would call out from his seated position at the table, a hand resting against said table as he offered a closed lip smile. A tension filled the air for a moment before finally the Saiyan in charge of keeping good order and discipline within the Chamber would nod to him offering him the floor. Many people knew of him, or at least heard of the spitfire. But no topic had thus been said so far that would invoke his usual ire, which confused some within the chambers why he would speak. It was simple: He had his own suggestions for the Council Chambers. He would go to stand up, wearing his battle armor as if to remind those present, he had made his bones long ago.
There is no podium for him to stand at but instead he paces the length of the large round table after having walked to the center of the room. The innumerable representatives of Saiyan people, and a few foreigners, present with their gaze upon him. He paused for a moment to stare at everyone within the room, his gaze roaming across the people. He looked entirely comfortable, in his element. He had stood before the assembled armies of Saiyans before so in this room? It was easy for him. Yet there did seem to be some excitable factor to him. Some sorta fire within his eyes. It was easy to see why he was born a Noble Blood but not so easy to see why he abandoned his roots.
"Who among us fought in The War?" The man asks the question with simple innocent, a rumbling happens in the chamber. A good number, if not all, of the Saiyans had participated in some fashion within it. His face takes on a thin, serious, look to his features as he places his hands on the table leaning his weight upon it. "I need not to remind people of the troubles we faced during the war. A conflict which spanned years, that despite our natural advantages we could not vanquish our foe. The very foe who now sits next to us, trades with us, and even works within our facilities." The man's words illicit an emotional response from some, varying degrees of positive and bad.
None knows where he plans to go next. Good. Let them hang onto his words.
"We failed to adapt to our enemies. In trying the same old thing, in the same old tried fashions, we led ourselves into a quagmire. In over fifty years not a single change to our military, our nation, or our way of life occurred! And we bled for it!" The man raises a hand up to thud it against the table at the last sentence, not nearly hard enough to crack it. But the thunderous boom echoes across the chamber as righteous indignation floods the Saiyan. He's always been emotional, fiery, and if he wanted to reach his people he needed to tame that fire. Bring it to heel and use it, not be used by it.
"How many units and squads suffered from a lack of resources, a lack of supplies, a lack of communication with our leadership? The situation on the ground did not reflect what was being told to higher. A failure at all levels." The man remarks, bitterly, remembering his own experiences during the war. The times when his men and himself where given orders that simply did not make sense. Being left stranded with wounded men and no way to extract them, no clothing for harsh conditions, and no food. Of course, that meant raiding and pillaging. But such things cannot sustain for long and in no short time, Rye like many other Saiyans would find themselves without food and starving.
"Some of these issues, these incompetence's, have been corrected by The Queen's reformation of the Education System. But she hasn't done enough in that regard. More drastic measures are to be taken, and to that end I bring forward a suggestion as a servant of the nation." The man had the interest of the chamber, in both a positive and negative light. Some had to wonder just what the hell this Saiyan was yapping about. The fools didn't know the power of words.
"A reformation and expansion of the Saiyan Armed Forces! A remodeling of our nation's premier fighting force, modernizing it for the conflicts yet to come. We are in an enviable state with our new peace, our new prosperity brought about by the economic changes enacted. Eventually someone will seek to challenge us, and we cannot afford another fifty-year quagmire!" He slams his hand on the table once more as his voice raises, nearing the peak of his speech. "With the Queens intention to go to the stars once more, to fight in conflicts far and wide, we need a new system. For this reason, I suggest, no I DEMAND, the implantation of a Quartermaster Corps. Specialized roles within the military, a creation of a manual of arms for our soldiers, and the creation of a Military Advisory Board to conduct a full examination of our Armed Forces and henceforth recommendations for improvement."
For a moment the chambers go quiet, as if none have anything to say. And then someone starts shouting. Followed by another. There is debate amongst those present on the merits of the idea. He had expected a mixed response with a leaning to the less favored side. But to his surprise it was an actual even distribution for those for and against. Many soldiers, particularly those of the Lower Class, had experienced the logistical failing he spoke about. He once again ignited the chamber in debate.
He couldn't help but smile as he went to his seat, prepared to be call to defend his idea or simply have a pleasant private conversation.
PL: 24,000
UT used:
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/290 - CDN: N/A - CRIT: 160%
Traits: Bulky, Hi-Tension [1/1], Quick Learner, Saiyan Pride [INACTIVE], Zenkai [INACTIVE], Noble Blood
Active Items: n/a
Passive Items: Battle Armor, Armor Lining
Flavor Items: n/a
Post: 1
WC: 1231
TWC: 1231
UT used:
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/290 - CDN: N/A - CRIT: 160%
Traits: Bulky, Hi-Tension [1/1], Quick Learner, Saiyan Pride [INACTIVE], Zenkai [INACTIVE], Noble Blood
Active Items: n/a
Passive Items: Battle Armor, Armor Lining
Flavor Items: n/a
Post: 1
WC: 1231
TWC: 1231
