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Rizzo
Osman City
1456 hours
An angry crowd gathered around the large bank of the Frontier Service Corporation. Only that morning had the effects of a hundred sixty million KS leaving the planet days ago caught up as the majority of the economic backing of the Arkmark left with it. The Buttonless Brigade was ill equipped to handle the sheer number of people involved in the rush on the bank which had left the building on full lock down.
The truth was that the money withdrawn had been done in a way that the multiple people involved had no idea of just how great the exchanging of money had become as it happened simultaneously, a sad side effect of trying to use people rather than machines in FSCorp. Despite Candon's warnings the small offshoot of Sky Guard called Section 6 had finally done it. They'd sold the economy of 188604 straight out from under the people and given it to Iemochi Innovation and Sales to build ships the Frontier Manufacturing Service could have made for half the cost. Without firing a shot the two Albion class carriers had destroyed the Frontier Banking Service.
Inflation had set in quickly, with the price of common items quadrupling in price overnight. People on the planet were undoubtedly scared for the future, but Osman City was both the only location in turmoil.
Howard Station
Public Address to 188604
Open Broadcast
1456 hours
People of all types gathered by display screens as footage of Mr. Donovan addressing a large audience in an amphitheater styled convention hall was going horribly. While most simply booed the president some of the more bold ones stood and shouted, even throwing random items at the android. The audience went silent as the items froze in the air.
"That's enough, Mr. Donovan. I'll take it from here," Candon Suites ordered casually as he walked toward the center of the stage with his hand up, wrist-worn graviton projection device glowing as it held the gravity field holding back the airborne debris. With a quick nod Mr. Donovan walked to the back of the stage and took a seat. The glowing on Candon's wrist faded out and the projectiles fell to the floor.
"I get it," Candon claimed, "you're all pissed. You should be. I made a mistake, I assumed that by keeping our prices lower than anyone else in the galaxy big players on the planet would just use our services. One of them didn't, and we still have no idea why."
A woman in the audience shouted over the murmuring voices, "How did this happen!"
Candon looked to the floor. Would they even be able to understand? Jack seemed incapable of grasping the concept, could a layman comprehend the concept? He would need to simplify this to a point anyone could understand.
"The only reason the Arkmark had any significant value is because the Banking Service was exchanging currency at a rate that made the Arkmark equivalent to the Neplieslian Davis Alliance. It made interstellar trade possible and created the economic boom we've been able to enjoy. The more business was done through us the more foreign currency we had available for exchanging money. Now we have none."
An irate man in the audience, shouted back, "So where did the money go!" More shouting followed from the audience.
"I'll tell you where it went," Candon shouted back, the crowd quieting to hear, "you remember those two giant carriers that we didn't build? The ones that flew over Osman City in a big fancy parade? That's where the money went, IIS took it."
Outrage swept though the amphitheater as more angry shouting ensued until the crack of Candon's Lorath Hand Cannon boomed twice into the ceiling.
"HEY! That's enough!" He roared, "I didn't come here to get your opinion. I'm here to tell you how we're all gonna fix it!"
Deafening silence overtook the room and every other room on the station and planet that watched on through the live broadcast.
"It's time for a change. Section 6 is disloyal to us, fine! For a start we are no longer recognizing their relation to the USO. They've betrayed the people of 188 so spread the word and take solace that they can no longer make these purchases since their currency is in Arkmarks and no one else is exchanging currency," Candon paused, then continued, "I can't do this on my own. I need every man, woman, and child on my side in this. I am forming the corporation's security into its own branch and creating a special division for economic security. Make no mistake, we are in a depression AND at war so I am authorizing this new division to stabilize prices by any means necessary to keep our skies clear of Mishhuvurthyar. Understand that we are taking direct control of the economy until which point as the Banking Service is reactivated, and be assured, your accounts will all be exactly the way you left it."
"In the meantime we have more than enough food on the station to hold us over for at least a year. I want everyone, in space or on the ground, to create an account on our website and register with us. I don't know how bad things will get, if the worst happens it will be through this account that we will be able to send relief supplies and employment. We will get through this and afterwards we will be stronger than ever before."
With a very mixed response of overlapping shouts and faint, short lived applause Candon left the stage with nothing more to say and far too much to do.
1456 hours
An angry crowd gathered around the large bank of the Frontier Service Corporation. Only that morning had the effects of a hundred sixty million KS leaving the planet days ago caught up as the majority of the economic backing of the Arkmark left with it. The Buttonless Brigade was ill equipped to handle the sheer number of people involved in the rush on the bank which had left the building on full lock down.
The truth was that the money withdrawn had been done in a way that the multiple people involved had no idea of just how great the exchanging of money had become as it happened simultaneously, a sad side effect of trying to use people rather than machines in FSCorp. Despite Candon's warnings the small offshoot of Sky Guard called Section 6 had finally done it. They'd sold the economy of 188604 straight out from under the people and given it to Iemochi Innovation and Sales to build ships the Frontier Manufacturing Service could have made for half the cost. Without firing a shot the two Albion class carriers had destroyed the Frontier Banking Service.
Inflation had set in quickly, with the price of common items quadrupling in price overnight. People on the planet were undoubtedly scared for the future, but Osman City was both the only location in turmoil.
Howard Station
Public Address to 188604
Open Broadcast
1456 hours
People of all types gathered by display screens as footage of Mr. Donovan addressing a large audience in an amphitheater styled convention hall was going horribly. While most simply booed the president some of the more bold ones stood and shouted, even throwing random items at the android. The audience went silent as the items froze in the air.
"That's enough, Mr. Donovan. I'll take it from here," Candon Suites ordered casually as he walked toward the center of the stage with his hand up, wrist-worn graviton projection device glowing as it held the gravity field holding back the airborne debris. With a quick nod Mr. Donovan walked to the back of the stage and took a seat. The glowing on Candon's wrist faded out and the projectiles fell to the floor.
"I get it," Candon claimed, "you're all pissed. You should be. I made a mistake, I assumed that by keeping our prices lower than anyone else in the galaxy big players on the planet would just use our services. One of them didn't, and we still have no idea why."
A woman in the audience shouted over the murmuring voices, "How did this happen!"
Candon looked to the floor. Would they even be able to understand? Jack seemed incapable of grasping the concept, could a layman comprehend the concept? He would need to simplify this to a point anyone could understand.
"The only reason the Arkmark had any significant value is because the Banking Service was exchanging currency at a rate that made the Arkmark equivalent to the Neplieslian Davis Alliance. It made interstellar trade possible and created the economic boom we've been able to enjoy. The more business was done through us the more foreign currency we had available for exchanging money. Now we have none."
An irate man in the audience, shouted back, "So where did the money go!" More shouting followed from the audience.
"I'll tell you where it went," Candon shouted back, the crowd quieting to hear, "you remember those two giant carriers that we didn't build? The ones that flew over Osman City in a big fancy parade? That's where the money went, IIS took it."
Outrage swept though the amphitheater as more angry shouting ensued until the crack of Candon's Lorath Hand Cannon boomed twice into the ceiling.
"HEY! That's enough!" He roared, "I didn't come here to get your opinion. I'm here to tell you how we're all gonna fix it!"
Deafening silence overtook the room and every other room on the station and planet that watched on through the live broadcast.
"It's time for a change. Section 6 is disloyal to us, fine! For a start we are no longer recognizing their relation to the USO. They've betrayed the people of 188 so spread the word and take solace that they can no longer make these purchases since their currency is in Arkmarks and no one else is exchanging currency," Candon paused, then continued, "I can't do this on my own. I need every man, woman, and child on my side in this. I am forming the corporation's security into its own branch and creating a special division for economic security. Make no mistake, we are in a depression AND at war so I am authorizing this new division to stabilize prices by any means necessary to keep our skies clear of Mishhuvurthyar. Understand that we are taking direct control of the economy until which point as the Banking Service is reactivated, and be assured, your accounts will all be exactly the way you left it."
"In the meantime we have more than enough food on the station to hold us over for at least a year. I want everyone, in space or on the ground, to create an account on our website and register with us. I don't know how bad things will get, if the worst happens it will be through this account that we will be able to send relief supplies and employment. We will get through this and afterwards we will be stronger than ever before."
With a very mixed response of overlapping shouts and faint, short lived applause Candon left the stage with nothing more to say and far too much to do.
