An Unwelcome Offer
- Location
- USA
"Priority one call for you on the vid screen Prime Minister."
Ericson looked up from the papers he was leafing though. His secretary was leaning in his door with a worried expression. "Priority one?" he sighed, "Not a lot of people that could be. Who is it?"
The secretary swallowed before speaking, "It's High Commander Ginhren Zabi."
Ericson face was immediately became like stone, "Ms. Fairwind, redirect the call to my personal counsel," Ericson's face softened for a moment, "and take the rest of the day off."
With a quiet 'yes sir' Ericson's secretary left shutting the door behind her, the screen on Ericson's desk then came to life. On it was a familiar face
"Prime Minister Enrico."
"High Commander Zabi."
The smile on Ginhren's face was confidant, almost a smirk, but not quite. After all a smirk was impolite. "I assume, Prime Minister, your wondering why I'm contacting you."
Ericson replied as curtly as he could get away with, "Your not one for social calls."
"Of course," came Ginhren's reply, "I'm here to discuss rewarding the heroes of the new year."
Ericson's body went rigid, "Who exactly are referring to?"
Ginhren's smile curved further, "The hero's who prevented that hi-jacked cruiser of yours from disrupting our fleet review. I was thinking of rewarding them with the Zeonic Cross."
Ericson's hands tightened into fist.
"Unless of course you have any objections, Prime Minister."
[] Deny that the event happened
[] Refused Grinhren's offer
-[] Give our soldiers our own rewards
[] Accept
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(Vote will open on 7/14/21 5pm U.S. CST)
Ericson looked up from the papers he was leafing though. His secretary was leaning in his door with a worried expression. "Priority one?" he sighed, "Not a lot of people that could be. Who is it?"
The secretary swallowed before speaking, "It's High Commander Ginhren Zabi."
Ericson face was immediately became like stone, "Ms. Fairwind, redirect the call to my personal counsel," Ericson's face softened for a moment, "and take the rest of the day off."
With a quiet 'yes sir' Ericson's secretary left shutting the door behind her, the screen on Ericson's desk then came to life. On it was a familiar face
"Prime Minister Enrico."
"High Commander Zabi."
The smile on Ginhren's face was confidant, almost a smirk, but not quite. After all a smirk was impolite. "I assume, Prime Minister, your wondering why I'm contacting you."
Ericson replied as curtly as he could get away with, "Your not one for social calls."
"Of course," came Ginhren's reply, "I'm here to discuss rewarding the heroes of the new year."
Ericson's body went rigid, "Who exactly are referring to?"
Ginhren's smile curved further, "The hero's who prevented that hi-jacked cruiser of yours from disrupting our fleet review. I was thinking of rewarding them with the Zeonic Cross."
Ericson's hands tightened into fist.
"Unless of course you have any objections, Prime Minister."
[] Deny that the event happened
[] Refused Grinhren's offer
-[] Give our soldiers our own rewards
[] Accept
[] (Write in)
(Vote will open on 7/14/21 5pm U.S. CST)