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Ian's glove snapped back into place before he slid himself back into his coat "Nothing to thank me for. If you and I can't trust one another then the world is in a sorry state, indeed. In all honesty, it's not that big of a deal really. Lots of soldiers have prosthetics, just not quite as...

Ian tried not to hide the concern he felt as he watched Tobias remember what could only be described as a hellish childhood. Maybe not, a childhood such as that couldn't even have the word applied to it with a serious face. This poor kid will never get to be one. He only nodded, smiling a bit as...

Ian quirked a brow as Tobias dismissed his entourage. It was unexpected but hoped for. Had it not happened here the Dax president would simply have attempted other avenues in an attempt to secure the opportunity of a private audience with the King. The Dax president had been all too happy to...

Ian listened to Magnus, nodding where appropriate. He knew the old coot didn't trust him, and he was fine with that. To a certain point even, what the PM was saying made perfect sense from a Prydanian standpoint, from a nation that until recently had been one of the diplomatic and military...

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Ian accepted the can of beer and propriety be damned, opened it up before anyone else there had scant had the chance to look at their can, much less open it. Granted, it wasn't Stagshorn, but it wasn't bad either. He could feel the nervousness radiating off of Tobias like a palpable wave that...

Ian smiled, honestly a bit flattered that Tobias did remember him. The times following the assault on Beaconsviði had been chaotic to say the absolute least and while they'd not spoken directly to one another they had both been present at many of the briefings and strategy sessions leading up to...

Ian was rather surprised. He had full well expected the King's introduction to take a full minute or more than it actually had. The intervening period of silence had let Pershing fully appreciate the feeling of every eye in the room upon him, and some of those eyes weren't gazing with the...

It was with equal respect that Ian had return Captain Steen's greeting. The halls of Absalonhöll were nothing short of humbling, even for one such as Pershing. He'd not entered the palace during his time here during and shortly after the war, though he'd had the opportunity to do so. Some part...

Two weeks later. Marianne hadn't lied. Beaconsviði was substantially less on fire that Ian had last remembered. There was clearly still much work to be done but the city had come a long way and was once more beginning to resemble the proud symbol of Prydanian prestige it had once been. He...

The longer Ian listened to Marianne the more he liked what he was hearing. Clearly, she understood that his goals and ambitions went far beyond what he'd initially laid out to her. In fact, she seemed to assume that to be a natural state of affairs, which to him meant that she herself worked in...

As Marianne relaxed, so did Ian. From across the years her presence had gradually begun to somewhat quell the knots of anxiety he'd been feeling from the rigors of taking office. While the times they'd met as children had been relatively few in number, they had been long in duration, though that...

Were it not for the obvious differences, it almost could have been Ian himself saying much of what he now heard coming from the daughter of the infamous Stephen Toft. "Your father wasn't a great man. Nor was he Evil Incarnate. He was... simply a man. A man that had good, and bad within him just...

Ian chuckled as he walked across the Chamber room. The office itself still very much in disarray with unpacked boxes stacked along the longest pair of the room's octagonal walls. He paused briefly to stoke the fireplace before meandering over to his desk. "I suppose they would, to an extent. My...

Ian had in fact needed to bite off a couple of heads to secure time in his schedule to meet with the Prydanian woman. Already members of the Alþingi from across Dax were clamoring for a sit-down or even just a phone call from the new President. Ian had likened it to dogs jockeying with one...

Thunderheads rolled in over the city skyline and a steady light rain had settled in over the center of Nýtt Beaconsviði. Ten blocks of the city in total had been shut down for the ceremony and the area surrounding Whitmore Manor was now a sea of umbrellas and raincoats that stretched out into a...

Inauguration Day The weeks following the election had been nothing short of a chaotic whirlwind for not only President-Elect Pershing, but the nation on the whole. While the Chamber was still occupied by acting President Durst, Ian and at least most of his transition team had begun occupying...

Election Day The two weeks leading up to the election had seen both a nation in mourning. In the wake of Pershing's impromptu press conference, Acting President Durst felt as though he'd had little political recourse other than to match Ian's stance and halt the PR machine that he'd set in...

President Bech had actually been pronounced dead before even reaching Greater Ánastað Medical Centre. As per protocol Prime Minister Durst had been rushed to the nearest usable helipad, in this case atop the very hospital in which his rivals would receive treatment. The Ministry of Defense had...

Prime Minister Cyril Durst had kept his word. The next day ads blasting Bech and Pershing both began to light up the internet and by the end of the week the TV spots were airing with such regularity that it wasn't uncommon to see two or more back to back until cable providers were so inundated...

Country Name: Samtök Reykja Fullvalda Dax (SRFD) Number of Voters (as computed):380 Votes National Party: 243 Liberal Party: 120 Radical Party: 10 Green Party: 6 Abstain: 1

One Month Later "No. Not just no, but absolutely, unequivocally no! There is no way in hell that I can convince the rest of the Liberal party to go along with something like that!" Cyril's demands in regards to platform 'compromises' had steady more in line with those of the EWC and Bech was...

Thanks to Ilsa being wililng to take a later flight, Ian and Wendell were able have their meeting on the flight to Dronningsby. Truth be told, Ian would have rather had Ilsa on the flight with him, he hated flying with a passion and he was pretty sure that she would have kept him far calmer than...

The interview had gone well so far, Ian was feeling much more at home in this one on one environment than he'd felt the night prior at the debate. "You're of the mind then that Syndicalism, and by extension the Equal Wealth Coalition should be outlawed as it has been in Prydania?" Pershing...

Ian knew full well what Wendell wanted to talk about. The fact of the matter would be though, that Wendell needed Ian far more than Ian needed Wendell. The twenty minute car ride downtown to the TV studio had given him little time to formulate much of a strategy short of giving the Agrarian...

"Those sons of fucking bitches! Ian, you need to see this." Until that moment Ian had been asleep, raising up with a start, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt as if by some instinct. "Wha?" He swing his legs over the bed, rising to his feet whilst wrapping the sheet around his nature clad...

"I don't know what you're so upset about, darling. Did you see the look on the Old Fool's face when some of the people in the crowd just stared at him half the time? I thought he was going to hyper ventilate." Ilsa's long slender fingers ran slowly through Ian's hair as they watched the pundits...

Samtök Reykja Fullvalda Dax Recognition of The Sutherland Federation It was with a joyful heart that I communicate the full and unconditional recognition by Dax, of The Sutherland Federation, as a free people, a free culture, a free nation. A resolution today has passed in Nýtt Beaconsviði with...

It was a rare moment when the Prime Minister was able to fully, completely say that he had the President's undivided attention. The rotund and still sweating Durst smiled jovially after a long drag from his cigarette. "Simple. The Liberal Party and the Equal Wealth Coalition form... well, a...

Barely a half hour had passed before Prime Minister Cyril Durst took the liberty of simply walking into the President's dimly lit office and made his way over to the nearest couch onto which he flopped down with his entire considerable weight. "Evening, Cyril. I would say make yourself...