2210.04.02: The election is done with, finally. If I had to listen to that jackass complain about getting spam mail one more time… Regardless that’s in the past, Nicole Brockbank has my old position aboard the Tyson, and my term as president means we can look forward to a future of prosperity and-
Oh hell, I’m told 3rd fleet is already shooting at someone. I best have a look…
2210.04.03: It seems the former president had some decent plans on the books. 3rd fleet has successfully engaged the pirate station, crippling its defenses and allowing our boarding parties to loot it before they blasted it to kingdom come.
Total net value is estimated at 180 b$ in minerals (9 months of current production!) and 100 b$ (~14 months production!) in energy credits. Damn good thing this didn’t happen before the election, damn good thing. Certainly sets the right tone for my reign.
I mean presidency.
2210.04.5: Decided that we should continuing moving towards an expansion of our empire, and I’ve been encouraging our colonization experts to make every effort to make it easier for our citizens to Reach For The Stars.
2210.09.18: Using the profits from the destroyed pirate station, we’ve begun construction of several new mining stations in Ynessa and Procyon. Never let it be said that I don’t stick with my campaign promises.
2210.11.22: Research on the pirate ships has finished. Turns our they’re not half bad in a scrap, and our engineers think that they’re armor is actually superior to our current hull plating, and they’ve got a nifty set of CIWS guns that are rather pathetically useless against our coilguns.
Still, might be a design to file away for a rainy day. The Tyson has been ordered back to surveying duty now that the immediate task has been completed.
2211.03.12: An interesting proposal has crossed my desk. Apparently some of our top diplomats have been approached by the Confederation of Zuffur with a sort of brain-trust idea. We share notes into some of our technological advances, they share notes on some of ours.
After being assured that they were the Confederation of Zuffur and not ‘Suffer’, I opted to allow this exchange of knowledge with our democratic lizard brethren. A historic deal between empires!
2211.07.10: Not three months after we sign our first research treaty, a second on pops up with the bizarre insectoids of the Uindar Confederacy. They may look bizarre, but our scientists tell us that, while we have relatively little to offer them, they’ve got a wealth of new and interesting tech to offer us.
Deal number two, signed! I am best president.
2211.12.03: Plans have been enacted to begin colonizing the Ocean World known as Sirius prime. The colony, dubbed Hadria by some quack with a history degree, should be up and running within a year!
2212.02.15: Two years into my ten year term, and my election promises are fulfilled. Additional mining stations have been constructed, as promised, and our economic footing is more stable than ever before. The only little niggle was some joker deciding that the headline should refer to me as the Commissary-General rather than president.
When I find that little skeet…
2212.11.07: Dear Lord, this whole diplomacy thing is so much easier than I realized. The Ess’Jaggon also want to have a research deal with us, and while our tech split is pretty equitable, it still favors us slightly. Still, it got my seal of presidential approval within minutes of hitting my desk.
2212.12.12: 12/12/12, an auspicious day. We’ve developed improved spaceports, and are ready to start flinging ourselves into the black with ever greater abandon. I’ll order the upgrades when it’s convenient, but, in the meantime, I’ve ordered our engineers to work on geo-thermal fracking. A few more b$ of minerals of month is the shot in the arm we need.
In a side note, the Elon Musk also finished the construction of an orbital station to study a nearby black hole. I’m told it’s fascinating, and has nearly doubled the speed at which we can tackle complex physics problems.
2214.08.16: Things have been going smoothly. Deflector shields are unlocked, and our people are more ready to embrace the stars than ever before. We’re going to be building frontier outposts soon, quite a number of them, and I’ve delivered more than a few stirring speeches about our need to embrace the horizon, and have done all I can to make deep space mining seem an attractive life.
2215.06.20: Hadria finally has its legs together, and the population is beginning to expand. Unlike some worlds colonized by my predecessor, it isn’t covered in toxic kelp, and thus I think we can move ahead quite quickly with colonization. A bit of power in order to supplement our mining station network would certainly not go amiss…
2215.06.22: Geothermal fracking is a go! In the meantime, our scientists are working on a rather brilliant new series of exosuits that will do wonders to improve the safety (and efficacy) of laborers at mine sites.
2216.02.06: The Tyson discovered a fascinating meteorite, but little else of note. We’re hearing diplomatic chatter from the near empires, most of it having a decidedly favorable cast. The nazi bugs to the north are alienating (literally) everyone around them, and I have a sense that there will be no shortage of allies when we choose to exterminate them.
The hive mind to the south has been quiet, but we’ve likewise heard murmurs of discontent from nearby factions. We’re well poised to lead this galaxy. The meteorite is a good omen.
2216.08.06: I was just about to sign the order to begin the construction of an experimental new Fusion reactor when I got a new message from the Tyson on the Red Phone. They’d discovered something that required my immediate attention: new and utterly titanic life. They needed to know whether it should be investigated or merely left alone.
Naturally I told them to investigate immediately. No way in hell I was going to be the president who let Godzilla slip away into the misty voids of space!
2216.08.07: Hell. It turns out that our scientists don’t expect much headway on taming the damn things for near on ten years, even if I were to authorize full finding. I suppose it’s going to have to wait until a later term, or another President’s tenure, to actually work with these giants.
2217.05.11: Well, the Ess’Jagon have finally made me an offer I have to refuse. The want to form a defensive pact with us. The problem is that the Uindar are the people most likely to attack them, and the Uindar aren’t bad folks either. In all honesty, we’ll likely stand to benefit from whichever of the two emerges victorious.
2218.04.14: Fusion power is ours! This late in the term it’s likely going to remain my best achievement, but I’ve ordered upgrades made to the old cutlass design using the new reactor cores and the improved defensive fields. The result is a complete doubling in shield strength, and I’ve ordered our current standing fleet refitted to use the new design.
2219.10.05: Ah, one final crowning achievement before the election. Our engineers have finally been able to realize the dream of robotics. While each individual labor force does cost a bit of mineral wealth to produce, one simply cannot overstate their usefulness in supporting burgeoning colonies on inhospitable shores.
My successor will be the one to reap the benefits of the continuing work on destroyers, but no matter. I am content to have made this mark on history.
Apparently some paranoid fool from the dark ages had law on the books that forbade the use of complex artificial intelligence. Which is absurd. These things are basically advanced toasters. I've been able to amend the policies in light of recent advances, and these robots are now allowed to to be used on colonies as long as their position is kept to one of strict servitude. This, I would like to reiterate, is still a bit of a non-sequitor. It's an appliance. Not a servant.
Perhaps I should introduce it as a bit of a non-servitor next time? Hah! I bet that would kill at the next meeting of colonial governors...
2220.04.03: Elections are underway again, and, despite all that I have done, I’m not the front-runner. Ah well, perhaps I need the break. I’m still young enough to have another go ten years down the line… right? Damn, now I'm thinking I should have tried to pour some research into vitality boosters...
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Moving took a lot more out me than I expected, and I really couldn't do it justice. If you ask me now why I set up a second colony instead of putting down a frontier outpost in the galactic north, my answer would be a confused shrug.
I probably would honestly have been more entertaining if I'd taken a fifth of whiskey first. Still, we're in a decent spot.
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