Pierre Sevigny seated himself on the edge of the Cabinet room. It was strangely sparse and utilitarian by governmental standards lacking the gaudy ornamentation of the other French states. Occitania was a land of practicality, as might be expected from a state that was for so long an afterthought to the great Powers of Europe.
Now, though, things were changing.
There were four others seated at the central table, etched with the fleur-de-lis and ringed with Occitanian symbols. The first was a bespectacled man in his seventies, idly passing the time by playing the latest game on his phone. He seemed cool, collected, and unconcerned with the unusual nature of the meeting.
Armand Dupont. Internal affairs.
The next was a large, powerfully built man, legacy of a youth spent in the unstable Russian plains. He clearly knew how to crack heads, which made his appointment baffling to those not intelligent enough to see his shrewdness.
Jean-Paul Clark. Half-English, international relations minister.
The next was a woman, redheaded and visibly bored, leaning back in her chair and tossing a pen to herself. She was a Scot, with all that breeds pugnacity and lack of patients. She claimed ancestry in Occitania, but Pierre had never believed her. He suspected no one really did, but she was a good fit for her role.
Merida MacAllister, Occitanian Armed Forces.
And the last . . . .
She was a tall woman, nearly Meridas opposite. Her hair was a striking raven sheen, left to cascade past her shoulders and wrap around to her back. She was in her mid thirties young to an older world, but old to be an Occitanian politician. The last government was only recently evicted from the Napoleon House, after all, and everyone knew that the fortunes in Marseilles could change just as easily in favor of President Nathalie Durands foes.
I believe were all here, the president said finally, putting down a sheaf of notes and taking off her glasses. Before we begin, would anyone like a drink?
No one said yes, so the president leaned forward, steeping her fingers. All right. Our situation is not what you could call good. I have already begun to feel pressure from the Center-Left to appoint Gascon Perry into my government. I believe I have no choice this time, so I will need a recommendation for something prestigious, but ultimately harmless.
But we can deal with that later. The President eyed MacAllister. I believe well start with you, Merida. Things have rapidly shifted here in the last year. Where do Occitanias militaries stand?
In good stead. The words flowed in a thick Scots brogue, even in French. We have six destroyer squadrons operating in the Mediterranean, each comprised of eight destroyers. We have four more operating from Bordeaux in the Atlantic. We also have two squadrons of five submarines, plus three more under construction. Alas, we do not have any aircraft carriers or missile cruisers, but construction work on both Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte and Marshal Petain proceeds well. The Nicole Administration designed them to be Mediterranean carriers short take-off and landing variants, as opposed to oceanic supercarriers in the model of the US Nimitz-class from the late 1900s. They can each carry forty OF-7 Lufbery multipurpose jets, each of which has twin 30mm rotary cannons and can mount up to 4 missiles of various types. These aircraft already make up a sizeable portion of our air fleet, and with the competion of the Napoleon-class ships we ought to have at least parity in the Med with any but the greater naval powers.
And the Army?
The Army is strong enough for its purposes, but if we intend to get into a slugging match with a major European power, we ought to increase the draft. Merida ran a hand through her hair. The Air Force primarily contains Lufbery fighters, but there are also those planes the Tayloristani sent us.
Can we use them? Nathalie asked. Merida shrugged.
Unlikely. Theyre not the best planes in the world. I planned to put them to use as pilot trainers.
Do it. Anything else?
Merida shook her head, leaning back in her seat and watching. Nathalie turned to Clark next, asking her questions with a raised eyebrow.
Madame, our options are limited diplomatically, he said. We have few enemies, but also not but too many allies. The Mongols offered a defensive pact, but we politely declined as we are seeing to our own affairs. They stated that if we later change our minds, an agreement would be welcome.
We shall bear that in mind, then, Nathalie said. Anything else?
I have the information from the latest round of talks, Clark said. Nathalies smile broadened.
Excellent, excellent. See me after the meeting and well discuss them.
Without prompt, Armand spoke, knowing it was his turn with some sixth sense.
Weve really managed to push a lot of development lately. Our population has exploded from around four and a half million to nearly twelve.
What? Nathalie frowned. Thats three times what I remember during the election.
Indeed, Armand said. Firstly, we conducted a more thorough census lately, which uncovered a lot of people who werent answering the previous administrations attempts. Secondly, the war in Cape Verde and Ashanti has provoked a flight of refugees from Africa, and Occitania lies directly to the north as good a place as any, and better than most. Lastly, weve had record immigration from North America and the rest of France this year, leading to a massive population boom. We used the ballooning labor force to massively expand the countrys infrastructure network.
Very good, Nathalie said. She smiled. And how goes progress toward the new medical developments?
Very well, Armand replied, unruffled as always. We believe were on the threshold of some new breakthrough in treating several kinds of diseases. If we can manage it, population should boom yet again.
Good, good. Nathalie looked around. Well. Now that the review is handled, I believe I have some priorities to issue.
And they are? Merida asked. Nathalie began jotting notes on her omnipresent pad she preferred to write for herself rather than trust a secretary. One of the things Pierre admired about the Parisian.
First off, the Navy has priority to finish the Napoleons and begin construction of two more. Cardinal Richelieu and Samuel Champlain, I think. Also commission another DESRON. Copy the Tayloristani planes as dedicated trainers if they prove adequate to our needs, and continue production of Lufberys. She paused. And draw up some reserve plans to conduct a war across the Mediterranean in the event the Gold Coast War escalates further. We wont commit to aggressive action, but Occitania will protect her interests if it comes to that. Also prepare some scenarios dealing with Hummel or Scandinavian assaults on France. I dont consider that likely, but it pays to be prepared.
Oui, madame, MacAllister said, already taking notes. Knowing her, half were probably questions that Nathalie had brought into the generals mind.
And the Diplomatic corps? Clark asked. Nathalie grinned.
Begin some overtures to Burgundy and Brittany. We are all French, are we not? A mutual trade partnership and union would benefit all.
Oui, madame, the diplomat said. He leaned back, watching now.
Armand, you and your people focus on that medical breakthrough, and on attracting immigrants and refugees, Nathalie continued. I want the population to double again within my mandate.
Armand smiled thinly. Six years is little enough time, madame.
I know, Armand, I know, but if anyone can do it, you can. Continue to improve the infrastructure to boost our trading capacity.
Pierre finally bore the weight of Nathalies gaze her powerful gaze. Amazing, really. She was a soft, kind woman, gracious to all who knew her.
And Pierre had always had a nagging suspicion that reincarnation might actually be a thing. This Parisian social worker turned Occitanian president reminded him forcefully of a certain Corsican prominent in French history.
And what of you, Pierre? she asked. What do you have to report?
Pierre grinned. Madame, General MacAllister, Ministers Clark and Dupont. Allow me to provide for your enlightenment. With one flourish he drew several folders and spread them on the table.
Im sure youll find them interesting, he said.