It was late at night when Alphonso Perez di Martino ,
personal servant of Elder Buonocore ,
knocked on the door of his master's office.
''Señor Elder Presidente.. It's me Alphonso... can I enter most honourable leader?'' ,
Martino asked with a shaking voice.
''Quit sucking up , VIA! go bother someone else!!'' It sounded from the other side of the door.
Alphonso collected all his bravery and tried again.
''But Elder Presidente...
this is a important matter of state... can I please-''
Elder Buonocore's shouting interrupted his sentence:
''Magerita , Josephina , get out of here immediately! and Christina , you may stay under my desk si...''
The door opened and two scarcely dressed woman left the office in a hurry.
''Come in Alphonso, what is it you want.''
Alphonso would never really get used to these awkward situations,
serving a hombre so powerful and void of shame
took it's toll on his peace of mind now and then.
''Señor Presidente, the people are complaining.
Food prices have gone up due to foreign traders being scared to do trade with the Empire.
Some rumors spread amongst them that claim our great Gamma automated defence system took shots at several trade ships jumping in with good intentions.
Our allies of the AFA are going through some tough times and their rice supplies have been dropping, you might have to look into searching for additional trade partners.''
'' Oh si Christina , Siiiii!.''
''Erh Elder Presidente ,
did you hear what I've just said?''
''Oh right, Alphonso , do continue''
''Well , the people are protesting ,
they are unhappy with the current situation.
Some claim you do not care for their well being.
They want education ,
research shows that 95 percent of our citizens under the age of 45 cannot even spell their own family name correctly...
They also complain about there's nothing to do for them.
Eversince you've bought the Domingo and fired every reporter, and ordered the Canal Uno building to be used for bombing practice, and invested the budget for infrastructure on building a summer villa on planet lesbos , the Corsair people feel a bit left in the cold señor''
''Oah Christina , just like tha-''
''ELDER PRESIDENTE! Please listen to me''
''Oh what is it Alphonso!? have some respect for your Elders!''
''Well Presidente , something needs to be done.
Some peasants have been yelling in front of the Council of Elders that they want change , and would rather see that young promising Elder Ronaldo Benitez to take charge of the Corsair Brotherhood...''
''ENOUGH , Christina , get out of here!
Alphonso , have these traitors executed! a Benitez leading the Brotherhood , what are they thinking!''
''Well señor Presidente , I believe you have to meet at least -some- of the populations demands, this unrest might spread fast if we do not act quickly.''
''So they want food... and they want something to do....
Alphonso , contact every food supplier you know of , ask the AFA for more rice, suck up to the Zoners for all I care , but get trade going again.
Look into lowering the price of artifacts to attract more traders.
If our people are getting bored and restless , I think it is time for another war... not just a war ...
The empire needs new heroes to adore, and ofcourse the empire needs me to take the credit for that.
It is time for an old tradition to be honoured again!
El Clásico!
Now get out of my sight!''