Disclaimer: This Thread will contain snippets of Sanae Miyasu's daily life or daily log entries ever since ascending to the position as Prime Minister in 827 AS.
There is no distinct chronological order planned, so keep a lookout at the dates mentioned in the individual posts. I will also try out various narrative styles, story lengths, etc. so don't expect any kind of consistency here.
Liner Sunekosuri - Orbit of Planet Honshu - March 11th, 835.
01:06 - Late Night - The elevator door would slide open, permitting Sanae to step out - or rather dangerously wabbling her way out of it. The time was usual, her days having been lengthy for years now. The circumstances were not. Entering the private section of the Sunekosuri hit her like a wall on this day, the different climate in these parts tailored specifically to her preference and not that of the average guest, the feeling of seemingly fresher air, both were just harsh to her. A few steps into the corridor was all it took for her to almost trip over her own high heels - She was drunk. Too drunk. Sighing, she removed the high heels and with careful steps to the heart of the Sunekosuri - her private quarters - or rather the entire mid-sections main deck turned into a gigantic assembly of interconnected rooms serving as her personal refugium.
01:23 - Late Night - Finally. Her bed! She slid off the dress she was wearing and let herself fall onto the cozy softness. Minutes of just laying there, face down and smiling stupidly would pass before she rolled around and reached for one of the few data-pads capable of remote controlling virtually everything. Her plan was set in motion and it was slowly making progress. "Job well done, Sanae~" she whispered to herself before she unlocked the pad and started scrolling for the correct program. Trying to focus was a tad bit painful but she had to double check: Yes, Ayakashi was resting in the bedroom provided.
The plan; Her drunk mind tried to make sense of all the details it involved, how she fared this evening on her dinner meet-up with this KOI lady, though it merely felt like a hassle. Datapad aside, bedtime!
07:19 - Morning - Something or someone just threw itself on her bed, waking her unpleasantly. It was Ayame, officially State Secretary of the Prime Ministry, in reality Sanae's four years younger childhood friend and loyal servant to the Miyasu family since the age of sixteen. Disgruntled and clearly confused, Sanae sat up on her bed: "Aya.." She yawned. "Ayame.. have I overslept? Wh-what is it?" - "Your "guest" has left us about thirty minutes ago." Ayame sounded cold. Her head ringing a bit, Sanae tried to remember why that might be and sighed as she did. Ayame had always been cautious about Sanae's private contacts but also jealous, especially recently now that Sanae tries to make friends of this KOI Agent. One of these days she should tell Ayame about her plan, it might calm her down. "Ahh.. sure. Probably can't wait to be on duty again." Sanae tried to turn the mood and took the effort to briefly hug Ayame. "Good morning." - It worked - "Good morning, sillyhead. Get some breakfast, hai? You've got the first conference in a bit over an hour."
08:34 - Morning - As much as she wished for it, there was just no feasible way to skip work today. The first conference of the day was starting off with a complex topic requiring her utmost attention, the Special Secretary for Colonial Development & Sigma Territorial Affairs Kaido Chuurou - a man Sanae found out to be an associate of a moderate Farmer Union with ties to the Farmer's Alliance - wished to present the first figures of the year describing Samura Heavy Industries' operations on Planet Harris and tie all of this into a proposal for additional government funding. - Luckily or perhaps unluckily, she managed to restrict herself to a mediator role trying to keep Keiretsu representatives, Finance and Economy Ministerial staff from throwing a tantrum and derailing the debate through their usual charades. Barely twenty minutes in, she knew this would go on for hours and end without any real conclusion.
13:54 - Early Afternoon - It turned out she was correct. Five hours of meeting, four and a half hours of everyone involved running in circles with little progress made. Neither an exact sum nor timeframe could be agreed on, but at the very least a word of authority by Sanae led to a mutual agreement that Samura's standing on Planet Harris needed to be strengthened further due to growing concerns about all matters involving the Republic of Liberty. Time for a lunch break and then a face-to-face meeting with Agriculture Minister Suzuki Akiyama on board the Sunekosuri for the monthly Kyushu situation debrief she personally requested.
18:43 - Evening - The second half of her work day turned out to be much more pleasant. The debrief by Minister Akiyama-san was promising news, whilst for her and his taste still too slow, Samura was steadily making progress in their reconstruction efforts and several more large farm areas were fully operational when compared to the start of the year. It appeared the threat of cutting down government subsidies if no progress was made by the end of the first quarter, turned out to be the most effective way to convince the corporate giant. Although a risky gamble, it was starting to pay off and further strengthens Sanae's conviction that granting the Farmer associated Kanawaga Agricultural Association the one Ministry they could've ever asked for to have been the right call to make. Not only did the Kanawaga Agricultural Association turn out to be a decent bridge between the Imperial Diet and the farmer population in her eyes, but they also showcased uncanny knowledge about ways to sell the interests of the Farmer's Alliance in ways both undeniable to Samura Industries and coated in enough moderate phrasing to convince even the progressive cabinet members of their stance in almost all instances.
21:57 - Early Night - Sanae could not wait for the next day, having used the previous hours to enable herself half a day of actual spare time on the upcoming day. Little did anyone but Ayame and her sister knew that Tala would dominate the domestic racing scene again for a day. Desiring to be at her best, Sanae went to sleep uncommonly early.
Folder Name: Sanae - Important Things File Name: 1203-Notes Date of Creation: 13.03.835
Racing and Talking
Time for another log entry. Yesterday was a decently enjoyable day, little to note work wise.
Took the opportunity to pick up the flight suit and helmet for a noon as Tala. Broke my own record again in Shikoku, also received confirmation about my last little adventures over at Monte Carlo and Allentown. Second best and best ever recorded laptimes. Raven is a snail compared to me, shame she said she'll stop. I wonder how her nose is doing by now.
Anyway, far more crucial is an incident of yesterday late evening. This creepy lurker appeared again, except this time I was around. Quite the conversation surrounding Sirian cultures and their own. Insightful, though expectedly coming from an unmovable perspective. Savannah is way more open minded in this regard. Finally got a name to tie to this creep now: Fiorella Arianna de Marco.
Based on all things said and implied, it appears she is heavily invested in "supplying" parts of Liberty's elite, likely politicians. She also seems to have a harder time gaining access to our market - more so to our political elite. It appears being cautious on whom to permit into certain roles and positions pays off in this regard too. I will need a face and profile created about this one, her idea of proclaiming me a personal adversary equals an announcement that she aims to undermine my Imperial Diet through their usual means. I will get Savannah and Irelei on board, might as well create a few countermeasure scenarios already.
Interestingly enough, this peculiar Maltese had no interest in utilizing their power for any means but a steady flow of credits. This is ultimately a weakness we can abuse to counter-act her efforts. As side note, for future reference in case other plans do not achieve making her business ventures near impossible within Kusari - She has children and seems to treasure them greatly. Swaying our youth towards their - and effectively a Libertorian lifestyle too, should have some unpleasant consequences for her family then if she actually dares to.
Folder Name: Sanae - Confidential File Name: 3006834-note Date of Creation: 30.06.834
Just a rant
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I should have thought this through, should have looked for other options for some more time.
Here we are. Hogosha dealing, offering the family bank to money laundering using our own money and all that for a stockpile of Gold.
This better work out flawlessly. I did not expect the Bretonians to secretly start auctioning off their remaining stockpiles. We need this Gold, early estimates by Majima say it will ensure standard production capacities for months. At this point it is us against everyone else, survival of the quickest. Can't help to shake the feeling that this was a mistake though. Hogosha, him. He will call in a favor one day. I just know he will. I cannot say no when that day comes.
Folder Name: Sanae - Confidential File Name: Gold Gamble Date of Creation: 07.07.834
Yes!
It worked out. The auction was a landslide for Kusari, Gold is actively flowing in masses we've only seen before the loss of Dublin. Almost seven million credits said goodbye from my bank account through various shell companies and institutions before ending up in Bretonia. I give these Hogosha that, they know how to lower traceability considerably. Goddamn Majima, well played. It works. This should ease up everyone for a good while.
Still won't fix the issue permanently. I hope Kishiro is soon done with their preparations.
Folder Name: Sanae - Random Stuff File Name: Datavault Date of Creation: 02.03.831
Test!
This is just a test. Irelei asked me to leave a message here so she can check the whole access thing about the folders. She finally managed to install everything she said was necessary for our own localized data network. Nothing leaves the Sunekosuri, it's all embedded into decently integrated server rooms with precautious measures in place for the unlikely case of the vessel being boarded. No traces, was her motto. No remote access either though, which is a bit cumbersome. I will ask her to tinker around with one or two datapads so I can have my personal remote access.
So hey there, Sis. Hope you can view this file? Mind trying to address my little wish as soon as you can? Thanks <3!
Sunekosuri Internal Network Datavault - Server-03C Separate External Backup Archive
Folder Name: Sanae - Archives (Liberty) File Name: Personal-Log-091 Date of Creation: 11.12.823
Bye.
This is going to be my last entry from Pittsburgh.
I am leaving. I just cannot forgive her after all, not after this.
I will return back home, Iri comes along. I hope Patricia rots in hell. Whore. For a promotion.
Iri says we should pursue her idea. I don't know. I just want to be gone. Far, far, far away from Liberty.
Folder Name: Sanae - Confidential File Name: De-Marco Date of Creation: 14.03.835 (Edited: 15.03.835)
Profile Notes.
Personal notes about this Outcast. For future reference, just in case.
Name: Fiorella Arianna de Marco
Age: Likely just a bit older than myself.
Children: One.
Partner: No clue.
Main business avenue: Cardamine deliveries to political and corporate elite. Mostly Liberty.
Identified goals: Six children. Generic interest in Sirian cultures. Gaining a foothold on our "market".
Comments: Relatively predictable. Weird tendency to put a huge emphasis on cultural and societal realities among the houses and comparing to their own - with badly hidden superiority feeling. Also makes a huge deal out of children and Outcast longevity.
Edit 15-03: Can sympathize on a few aspects but every conversation is an attempt to extract information. On both sides. Should abuse her curiosity to send the Naval Forces after her next time around. Probably.
Folder Name: Sanae - Confidential File Name: Ascension Date of Creation: 08.05.827
Here we go.
Irelei's gamble paid off. Not only did she manage to push me within the HUP using my initial reforms as Health Minister in the Republic but she managed to wrap the entire higher echelon of the party around our fingers. And we won. We won these damn elections.
I will be sworn in as first Prime Minister following the interim government, more so I'll ascend to the third most influential political position in Kusari. I still can't really grasp it. Me. A woman. Oh I will do my best to inspire and change this nation. And find a way to actually get what we planned to achieve by this.
Folder Name: Shared - Confidential File Name: Gallic-Affairs Date of Creation: 29.06.827
War.
War. We are at war. The civil war is barely two years behind us, the guns used in our brief confrontation with Rheinland are barely gone cold yet. I was powerless to stop it. Shogun Yamato, Minister Kogen. The entire Naval Forces Admiralty. Even Minister Yoshida and one of my own, Tachibana, agreed with the counter-invasion proposal. Of course his Imperial Majesty Kogen-sama was also thrilled. I opposed it, together with Kojirou-san. No avail. The duty to declare war fell upon me, so I did. I betrayed everyone's trust. War is not prosperity.
I am leading this nation to war alongside his Imperial Majesty and the Shogun. I do not know if I can actually do this. Something needs to change here. The whole system. Iri, I need your help. We need to change our approach. Kusari needs change. I do. We do. Our plan is in jeopardy if I cannot grip tighter control of things.
