Save the Day Program, once again. (Gundam IBO/Satisfactory SI): Chapter 43

Arbrau, Earth.

Kudelia Aina Burnstein took deep breaths as she prepared for what was to come.

“This is it. What I have been preparing for since childhood.”

Atra smiled at her friend’s words and embraced her for comfort.

“I know. And you will do great, just like Mr. David and Mama said.”

“Hm”

Mikazuki simply nodded as he placed his palm on his friend’s shoulder, making the heiress blush in embarrassment and happiness at her friend’s words

Suddenly, the private moment between the three friends was interrupted as the door to their room opened and a rather old man walked in while being escorted by Orga and Argi.

“Hoho! To be young and in love, how beautiful!”

At the old man’s words, the young revolutionary couldn’t help but blush harder while Atra sported a similar blush. It was only the dense anime protagonist, Mikazuki, who tilted his head in confusion at those words.

It was only after a few seconds that Kudelia regained her calm and looked at the old man that her sponsor and adoptive uncle, somehow roped into the fold to help her out.

“I take it things are going as we predicted? Makanai-sama?”

“Indeed. That pretentious brat, Fleurs, is on the verge of going insane with how the vote tally is going. At this point, it is practically guaranteed that I will win this one.”

Makanai Togonosuke, the former Prime Minister of Arbrau and the soon-to-be re-elected Prime Minister, chuckled as he said those words and gave a grateful look to the girl.

“I must thank you, Ms. Bernstein, and your sponsor, for helping me with this one. While I could have done all this on my own, it was still made a lot easier thanks to his help.”

Kudelia simply nodded with a stoic face, knowing that she could not show any weakness when speaking about important things.

“I will convey your gratitude to Mr. Thornton. Since we have upheld our end of the bargain, I take it you are ready to uphold your own end?”

The old man laughed happily and motioned to the door.

“Of course, young miss. They are ready for us.”

With a nod, Kudelia gave a brief hug to her friends and headed out of the room, ready to bring about the economic freedom of her people, and other people from other colonies, that she had been dreaming of for a long time.

The girl and her entourage were unaware that on the other side of the world, something equally significant was taking place.

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Los Angeles, SAU, Earth.

Near a large podium that was set up recently, a large group of people were gathered, whispering amongst themselves, while military police patrolled the area, keeping an eye on the people with a cautious intent.

Which made sense since there was no telling what this group of highly stressed people would do should something set them off.

After the destruction of San Francisco, its people were scattered to the winds as SAU worked hard to contain the disaster and restore the city, a task that was proving to be harder than expected.

The redirecting of funds towards the silent Arms Race, the budget expansion for their armed forces, the increased production of their ships, along with various other military infrastructure expenditures, meant that the SAU was not in the position to spare much for the rebuilding of a single city within its borders.

And what little resources were redirected to the rebuilding efforts, would pass hands from one higher up to another, reducing in quantity with each pass due to the inherent corruption,  until there was nearly nothing left by the time these funds reached the proper sources who were in charge of rebuilding, leading to delays after delays and shoddy reconstruction efforts.

All of this meant that the former residents of San Francisco were reduced to mere refugees who were forced to nearby cities, losing their livelihoods and homes, and being reduced to homeless people who needed to struggle really hard for the survival of their families.

It was such a group of homeless people, along with a large population of natives from Los Angeles that gathered here for the speech planned this day.

Slowly, their conversations came to a stop as a luxurious car moved into the area with two H-Type Mobile Workers and four Anti-Infantry Mobile Workers escorting the car.

From said can, a man with black hair and brown eyes walked out with his subordinate, who had blond hair and blue eyes.

Instantly, people recognized them as David Thornton, the founder and CEO of FICSIT Inc., and Ada Monica, the second in command of the company and David Thornton’s loyal subordinate.

The very people for whom all these people were waiting in the first place.

As the man climbed the podium, the people below could not help but give him awed looks.

After all, who wouldn’t be awed by the legend left in the wake of this man’s every action in the past years?

It was when the man finally stopped in front of the mic and prepared to speak that everyone realized that this was history in the making.

All across the world, countless people watched the broadcast of the man on the podium. Some with bad intentions, others with good.

But one thing was for sure, David Thornton had the undivided attention of countless powerful people across the star system.

“Greetings, I am David Thornton, the CEO of FICSIT Inc. And today, I have come here to offer you all salvation.”