[center][h2][color=lightblue]Fuso Merchant Empire[/color][/h2]
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The ground was almost shaking in excitement, the bright lights and colorful lasers shooting straight to the stars, welcoming people from miles around to come an see what was to be the next step in the evolution of their empire's glory. Camera crews mounted their equipment on the street, on risers, even on the hood of their vehicles. Scantily clothed vendors had set up shop or danced their way through the crowd offering food and merchandise in hopes of cashing in on the historic day as spectators mulled and buzzed about before the lights when dark as spotlight clicked on. A flume of smoke shot out from a central platform as laser lights and fireworks shot into the sky, the time had come: the future was upon them.

Loud, proud cheers and shouts erupted from the jubilant crowd as a tip of metal spacecraft rose from beneath them, the music crescendoing to follow. The crowd silenced as the heavy locks snapped into place and a new figure arose from the platform; Empress Odawarai Ishonomi was going to give a speech in commemoration. Her body was fair and slender, like a model statue sculpted by the most adept of master artists. Her curvy figure barely concealed under layers of delicate silks and fabrics as she took stage, a head of beautiful black hair that normally would have draped down her shoulders had been tied up in an official-looking bun behind an ornate headdress.

[color=lightblue]"My peoples,"[/color] she began, only to be interrupted by rapturous from the crowd. A wave of a hand and the excitement was once again bottled up as Empress Ishonomi spoke once more, [color=lightblue]"Today is a momentous day. Today is the day from which we set forth across the sea of stars and lights in search of new worlds and maybe even new peoples; our Empire will no longer be bound to this earthly realm and may now extend into the lands beyond! But no matter how far we may travel, no matter how great the perals may be, no matter how great we become, we shall never forget this day. 

The ship which stand behind me now is generations of work and investment. Remember, this is not my ship, or the ship of the state. It is your ship! The ship of the glorious Empire of Fuso! From which we will sail the heavens with swiftness and haste, I christen thy, the [i]Shimakaze[/i]! Let us set out sights on a bright new, solar empire my people! Tenno Heika Banzai!"[/color]

[i]"Banzai!"[/i] the crowd cried, their uncaged excitement now in full swing as their Empress left the stage and the countdown began as did the lechery. Today was a happy day, the first step was done as the [i]Shimakaze[/i] shot off into the night sky, a storm of fireworks celebrating her maiden voyage as a single, unified chant ignite the hearts of every Fusan wether they saw the laung live or on a screen, [i]"Long live the Empress! Long live the Empire! Long live Fuso!"[/i]