001 Alpha PrimeBoard

Having finally caught up with the meetings, it was promptly time for the continuation of other stories from within Mondavacas' borders. For years, the quiet whispers have begun to dig their claws into the selected few within the T.I.H.P. The future of the empire rested upon the shoulders of these young members of society, and currently they were being slowly manipulated towards the goals of a darker side of what they considered justice.

David Samson has heard the whispers of his rise to fame under the empires heir program. He can keep his lips sealed to all of his friends, but his family has also gained that tidbit of information from an anonymous source. Of course, Baron Samson would want to instruct his son on how to run the affairs of a nation, like any father would for their son. Although, it seemed the Baron had a few unhealthy advisors speaking to him from outside the bounds of lawfulness. Even a few of David's friend group seemed to be heeding the dark calls of such lowly company, even from such an illustrious school, it has the shadowy corners in its hallways.

Tommy Westinghouse came into a bit of trouble with his father, and his unlimited funds from his family began to ween away into nothing. Which forced the boy to begin to work within the school to raise funds for himself, something he had never done before, which also brought closer a few unwanted attentions. Where the whispers began to spread inside the man's mind, covering the peaceful teachings of the empire, and creating a future of elegant wealth for him and his future people of Mondavacas. The hard luck of money can be a terrible door to walk through, especially when you can be used.

George Klause a good military son, a good student at his university. His father might be a normal soldier, with little to no influence in the military upper echelon. But, a few whispers have made it to a general or two, ones who would want to be buddy-buddy with the future emperor of the nation. Especially ones who want to broaden their own horizons, of course with such notice from higher officials George's father and himself have begun to be praised for their work more and more by the military. With his father being promoted and given much, and George already receiving many positions within the military after his time in school. Positions that wouldn't be achieved within the span of time he has taken within his schooling. A military can be a double-edged sword, especially for those who tread its path.

Nicholas Ophelia an athlete who thirsts for a higher ambition within his schooling and competing. Another moment of the whispers revealing a few hidden details, as Nicholas' father had learned of his son being one of the selected few for T.I.H.P. All bad wishes had vanished in the eyes of his father, and he just wanted to be a father he had never been to the boy. But, unfortunately that bridge had been burned, and the athlete didn't want anything to do with his father. He wanted the world to recognize him. A failed course of action from the dark corners, odd. Of course, they just shifted their attention to the student-athlete even more. Where professional teams began to up their ante to get the young man onto their teams, as a few pushes were given to hook the boy, and he didn't mind the attention for his abilities.

The politician under the hand of nepotism.
The businessman restricted from his wealth.
The soldier gaining praise from other soldiers.
The athlete wanting more from the world.

'Judge a man by his words and actions. I speak no lies, as it takes too much time to try and remember such lies you create,' Jared explains freely, fully believing a man shouldn't tell lies unless forced into a life-or-death situation. But, he feels himself greatly relieved his words had won over the director of trade for the port city.

'Call who you wish, and I shall meet with them. Nobody besides my people on the Mondi cargo ship know who I am, otherwise, I'm simply Jared Willion to your people currently. Again, I deeply apologize for causing such strife to your position, I didn't mean for it to go this way. I just wanted a personal view of your nation and its people, especially before opening the door for more proper relations,' the orders his words were in are a bit scrambled, but he attempted to get the point across to the Verwisian that has wasn't going to walk out now.

Concern flashes across the emperor's face, his eyes showing a bit of worry, be it for his own safety. Or the safety of the people of Verwis, he had never seen war, nor seen its affects, but he did everything in his power to prevent such a terrible atrocity from ever happening. The emperor didn't know the layout of the nation he was in, but it didn't matter.

'How long ago was the attack? And how far away is the capital from here?' Jared cared little about his safety, in fact he wanted to know every detail from how the nation of Verwis was handling the aftermath of the attack. After a second of thought he realized he sounded like he was afraid of the closeness of the attack, if the capital was decently close to the port city.

'How are the rescue operations going?' that didn't sound any better, now he felt like he was questioning the effectiveness of the Verwisian government, which was not something he was trying to do.