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Thursday February 4, 2021
Hanzei Plaza, O'polis

Early morning in O'polis. The traffic around Hanzei Plaza was a lot less noisy than usual because the traffic was diverted. City workers were busy repairing the sewer and drainage systems ahead of next summer's rainy season. Government staff crossed the Plaza on foot, heading for the stately old building in white marble where another meeting of the Hayili was about to begin. Defence councillor Toren was one of the few holdovers from the previous administration. He'd gotten along with Chairlady Pristo, and continued the same approach under the new Chairlady.

CbOtZDKs.jpg "Nearly two years ago our latest Oshun-class submarine successfully completed its initial alpha and bravo sets of sea trials. These trials confirmed that HLAMS needed better guidance and targeting systems. And so our engineers dedicated extra research and development to improve its accuracy. The Navy spent nearly Φ2 million on repairing and upgrading these systems. The budget includes minor repairs after the submarine suffered some 'operational defects'."

That's to say: there were a few leaks in the submarine. But Toren saw no reason to admit this detail. It's not the kind of information you want to put out there. A seal had burst, causing a large quantity of water to pour from a pipe. Admiral Ramius confirmed it was safe and that in his experience leaks were a weekly problem for warships.

"The Oshun is scheduled to set out from Vega this week after picking up supplies for its last round of trials. These last trials will see include advanced simulations of anti-submarine warfare. The combination of a dozen ships, specialist fixed-wing aircraft and EOS Helios satellites will be used to try and track the Oshun. Once this last round is complete, the Oshin will begin her inaugural operational deployment to the Azure Sea and Oriental Ocean."

It was about time the Oshun was allowed to begin its service. More than a decade of development was costly enough as it is. Not to mention the apparent developments elsewhere on Eurth. In the northern Occident, the Peryan shipyard seemed able to improve their navy at a much faster pace. What was the secret to @Haruspex's efficiency?

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Thursday February 18, 2021
Hanzei Plaza, O'polis

The air around Hanzei Plaza was hot and sticky. At 11h in the morning it was already 29°C with a 84% humidity. Rain wasn't predicted for today. At least not during the day. The four members of the Hayili coming again for their bi-weekly conference. Unlike previous meetings which were mostly focussed on military matters, today's agenda was about broader, more strategic policies.

VvEomOas.jpgAfter the usual pleasantries it was Foreign Councillor Anna Hackney who began the morning by expanding upon the recent offer of aid to @Cashar. "This looming humanitarian disaster presents us with an opportunity to improve trans-oceanic relations. The Cashari can become an important industrial partner. From a strategic perspective it makes sense to invite them into the greater Oriental network." Hackney used this situation in Alharu to make an the immediate connection with the next EOS session on new and potential members. "It's been a privilege to work behind the scenes with our new partners from @Esonice. And we should definitely followup on the 'hand of friendship' we extended to @Mauridiviah and other Alharun nations."

1wMMWEVs.jpg"Speaking of Alharu," interrupted Dame Nijo Kujo-Michiie, the councillor of home affairs who usually remained more on the background, "What's going on with that long-announced Manamana canal? I keep reading all sorts of conflicting gossip in the foreign press. One week everything is going well, the other week it's a complete mess. Do we need to form a strategy on this? Is this even something we should get involved with?" The councillors discussed the many trade benefits and competitive disadvantages of the canal if it was ever finished but agreed to ignore the issue for now.

Dame Kujo-Michiie continued the discussion. "When it comes to home affairs, there are two essential cornerstones to the the success of Project O-Mēga. Those are prevention and preparation. You all know Ahuni is approaching and the Chairlady has urged everyone to increase our readiness during the holidays. As a security precaution we have already outlawed the operating of drones near airports. And as you also know, our Strategic Petroleum Reserves are significantly being expanded and will allow us to maintain a supply for 100 days. It is still unfortunate that Mr Petirosi leaked some of those details. When will that unpatriotic devil finally be sentenced for his disloyal behaviour, Amuh?"

okSg36Ls.jpg"Well I personally know the judge who is handling this case," said Justice Councillor Lady Amuh Nideba, "And he clearly understand that this is a matter of national importance. Leaking government secrets must be discouraged. And Gari Petirosi will be made an example of. We are considering any potential media backlash so the verdict will be announced during the Ahuni holidays when nobody is paying much attention. If there does turn out to be some news chatter we can easily divert attention away from it. The press absolutely loves a fresh story on our criminal prosecution of those captured KBI pirates."

CbOtZDKs.jpg"Oh please don't start talking about the Bainbridge debacle again," thought Prince Toren to himself. He leaned back into his chair, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. His job as Defense Councillor would have long been over and done with if he wasn't the empress' brother. So at least he had that going for him. But leaning back didn't absolve him from participating. When Amuh finished her update, everyone in the room turned to look at him. "Thank you very much fellow councillors for your excellent progress," Toren began his update. "Two weeks aren't nearly enough to complete the latest Oshun trial we discussed last time. That trial needs at least another month. There are also some delays with our plans to reverse-engineer the Concorde technology we bought from Lysia. We may need to hire some assistance. But the number of experts is limited. And the number of experts we can trust is even smaller. Fortunately we have some good EOS allies and preferred partners. We learned that during the 5G spectrum auction where we so far have found no hidden backdoors. These are some friends we can trust."

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