Post by voxapocrypha on Jul 3, 2021 13:27:47 GMT -6
Halls of Governance - The Federation Government Thread
The scale of Angel City made it the largest and by far most populous city in North America, and by a long stretch as well the richest city in North America, and if not really the world. Angel City had been built atop of the remains of a city near a port once called 'Los Angeles', before it had fallen into the ocean when everything past the what would be the 'Breakpoint' had fallen into the ocean due to the Cataclysm. The Californian Governments had collaboratively used Angel City as a port of call for a long time before it began to grow so rapidly with the formation of the Federation, though that growth had slowed down decades ago when the city was made a District of its own, with no political say in the running of the country.
The city still of course, grew massively, and by the 2120s, its urban sprawl covered a vast swath of coastline that ran for almost a hundred and fifty miles of coastline, with various large portions of the city built out with massive skyscrapers and towering giants of steel, glass and aluminum that reached towards the heavens. But the city was called Angel City for one particular reason - being the many Angel statues that were spaced out around the city along its coastline, resting on islands or artificially made islands about half a mile out to sea. Other statues were located on land. The Angels were supposed to represent Salvation of a sort, a divine concept that had been at first largely only shared and understood by humans, but had eventually as well become a multispecies concept as angel statues of Kithium, Festria, and other races that had helped to build the Federation into what it was now were built in the city.
Angel City as well had other monuments built within and around it.
While on the surface it was pretty lights and beautiful structures and architecture, beneath that it wasn't quite as idealistic as many would hope. Still it was a great city, and as well a place one could make a life from near nothing. Angel City was a Free People's Port in the terms of the last few presidents before the new one, recently elected after the prior president had stepped down due to his age and medical conditions having finally forced him to throw in the towel after two terms as president and nearly finishing a third.
Residing now within the halls of the Hall of the Federal Government, the current president - or 'Prime Executive' as they often called his position, Jacus Hadrian had been sworn in almost two months ago. Already he had made noticeable reforms to the Federation's policy in the areas of immigration and immigrant processing, as well as taking a more and more dominant stance in terms of foreign policy. A lot of this had been unpopular as media outlets, often in spite of Federation anti-propaganda laws had made subtle efforts to decry the changes on behalf of what corporate entities potentially having a source of cheap labor constricted.
The official immigration policy of the Federation was distinctively more restrained than people had ever really known, when said policy had been dug back up to be presented. He was just enforcing rules written decades ago. Now of course, he was in part tightening, in other areas loosening them. His approval ratings weren't high but it had only been a couple of months, and he had five more years to prove himself. He hoped that he didn't have to genuinely prove himself in a arena of combat given the recent threat reports he had been given.
He stood by a window, looking out into the city as he watched Angel City International, planes coming too and from the massive international airport, carrying people from all walks of life from all over the world as tourists, businessmen, immigrants, or simply returning home from abroad. As he watched the various airliners come to and from he was mentally contemplating the various other things that faced his nation now, including a slight economic downturn, and now as well competing claims for territory between the Sunrise Imperium and the Federation in the pacific, and Dixie and Mexico to the south. Hostile neighbors had always made him innately uncomfortable with the Federation's military stance and foreign policy, and he was quietly but actively looking for ways to assure both total control of these territories his nation claimed rightfully, and as well how he might be able to prevent or at least delay a major war between his country and one of their unpleasant neighbors until he had given the military what it needed.
He had as well signed off on a deployment order for a scientist and a ambassador.
The message had been sent by the ACCE and he wasn't sure what exactly they would return to him with. The request had been regarding space cooperation, and as the Federation had the largest space infrastructure of any of the groups he knew that at the end of the day, his nation attending would be pivotal. But he didn't know exactly how far it went, what they wanted overall, and that was why he had in part limited their negotiating power. He was taking a cautious approach, and he in truth was not going to put his country's neck out if the Federation did not gain from it.
He as well had other worries, but at the forefront of his mind, were those.
He had as well been getting reports of steadily increasing upticks in the area of Occupied Texas, of which had never been incorporated fully into the Federation, simply just a conquered territory with both its old cities, and the many small walled off settlements built by Federation colonists. As he turned around and sat down, he would begin to read over the message from the ministry of foreign affairs again, humming quietly to himself. Of course he too, had a stack of papers next to him to read. The boring part of his job.
He sighed, and would put on his glasses, as he then would take the papers and grab from the stack to begin the grueling task of reading politician word-salad.