[Development] Anchors Away (Roskanan Arema)

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Runan's ship tossed and turned as it entered some choppy waters, he had already been on several ships across the Shawbalt, unfazed and drinking some black coffee while reading some reports coming out of Touli. "We really need to get better guns, looks like trenches aren't cutting it like they used to." He grinded his teeth at the thought, remembered his days in the revolution and hearing the horrible news of the border war and brotherhood wars. 

He heard a metal knock on his door, "yea come on!" he said annoyed putting his report on a small table and then taking off some reading glasses, a sailor came into his small room. Despite its small size it was rather nice and cozy enough to house the Vice President of Roskana, Runan looked up knowing they were closing in to their destination. "Welp, on with it then. I'll be out in a minute." The Sailor nodded and left closing the door, Runan began getting himself dressed into a nice tailored brown suit and fedora before stuffing some cigars into his front pocket.

The ship came into port with the island officials waiting for him below, many of them showing tense and stern looks as the scrawny human disembarked. "Vice President Runan your arrival is most surprising." Runan rose his hand to silence him and immediately began working on one of his cigars, "Spare the pleasantries, i'm here to get you back on schedule governor. Why the fuck are we not building ports here!?" Runan began walking along the port looking at the ships coming to be unloaded. 

After some time he shook his head placing some sunglasses as the summer sun shone above, "This port is dead as fuck. What the hell have you been doing this entire time?" he said waving his arms annoyed, the governor and his staff stumbled to answer to which Runan snapped his fingers at them, "Enough, I am in charge now. Get your people, put in a request for manpower and resources, you'll be using your funds for this since Amelia was nice enough to...oh i don't know Fucking pay you for this." The governor nodded knowing better to argue, "how many ports are we building?" he sheepishly asked the VP. Runan took a drag off his cigar and tapped the spare ash off, "100 shipyards. No less than that, this should be a major trade hub for us. And where the Republic Navy should enforce itself over the Sha-" the Vice President stopped seeing the shocked expressions on the colonial staff.

Runan took some time walking up to them, "Do you know, how little power we actually project? Ulster-Gaelia, Kumosenkan, Galra all project power compared to us. It's here where the Greater Republic will be able to do so. Got it?" They all nodded, Runan rolled his eyes at them, "Then get to work dammit". They scurried off as Runan flicked his cigar shaking his head at them, "I hope this dump has a decent hotel for me." 


Roskanan Arema will begin building 100 shipyards.

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Excavation crews began digging and settling ground for the new shipyards across the colony, the process would take years as hiring events in Arema for local workers, but the project had already hit a snag with construction materials being short. Runan stomped about in his hotel room over looking one of the costal towns, holding a telephone that connected him to the governor.

"No no, we need to get that shit shipped here now, I don't care who you buy it from. Nevarra, Kumosenkan, UKUG, find someone that isn't a cabbage eating prick and write the check." He hung the phone up frustrated, the Roskanan economy was staggering, years of conflict left it behind other major world powers and Runan was the man trying to push it forward. If something didn't change soon the Republic would be facing an economic crisis, he sat down in a wicker chair facing a glass pane door overlooking the Areman coast. He grabbed a cigarette and began lighting it, smoking and staring off at the scenery around him feeling utterly annoyed at the lack of progress being made in the months he had been here.

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Runan's hands shook against the cold wet winds of Arema, they swept around him cruelly as he cursed under his breath and decided to go back inside his hotel. Thousands of workers weren't as lucky, massive docks were being built into the dug out foundation. Shipped in materials purchased from the open market were being brought in by mass, being staged off nearby and eventually brought in to be used. Everything was on schedule, in a matter of a year the first set of docks would open up allowing a massive boost of naval trade in the Shawbalt for the Republic. It would take years to finish all of the docks, but Runan was satisfied with these first few.

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DEVELOPMENT STATUS

100 Shipyards - Completed