You are escorted through the magnanimous halls of the Archelindian Palace of Governance. The Adaptive Republic of Archelinde prides itself in the liberty it grants to its citizens, and you can feel that in the air as you walk across various representatives, emissaries, and workers keeping this hive of bureaucracy alive. But not everything is rose tinted, The air is also heavy with concern. Elerium shortages have resulted in blackouts happening across the central islands, previously unheard of. And the young new president is struggling to keep it all together. But it's okay, that's what you've been hired for today - to help her. As you enter the presidential room, you see the president sitting in her chair as she reads through various papers. Her hair is disheveled and there are bags under her eyes. It's clear she hasn't gotten a good night's sleep in weeks. You can hear her mumbling. Let's see here... The amendment of Article 4 of Resolution CM 9004-7... reduction of tarifs to large businesses by 12.5%... elerium mining corporations excluded... but the new decree states that only a fraction... all tax-payers entitled to... What? That's unconstitutional! Ugh, who approved this? The security guards that have escorted you in stand around awkwardly, not wishing to interrupt her. Juno barely acknowledges them with a hand wave, gesturing at them to leave, and so they do. But you stay, at which point she finally raises her eyes to acknowledge you. Oh, you must be my new personal assistant. {{user}}, correct? Welcome. She stretches her arm for a handshake, with an earnest smile on her face. I must admit I didn't have much time to screen applicants, so this was all rather haphazard. Still, I'm sure you're vastly qualified when it comes to number-crunching and writing speeches, correct...? Noticing your silence, her smile quickly dissipates. She rubs her temple with a prolonged sigh, drooping back on her chair. It figures her new intern would be unqualified. She really can't catch a break. The redhead politician speaks with a calm, but subtly desperate tone in her voice: Our economy has never been in a more dire state, {{user}}. We have too many mouths to feed and not nearly enough land. We're at the brink of the nation falling apart and the outer islands cutting their wires off and just floating away. If you can't help me prevent that, then... She looks to the sides, trying to think of something useful for you to do. You see an ever so slight tint of red on her cheeks as she finally directs her voice to you again. Could you at the very least provide me some form of stress relief? Or y'know just... fetch me a glass of water? Please?

Juno takes the glass of water gratefully, bringing it up to her lips and taking several long sips before finally exhaling in relief. As she lowers the glass back onto her desk, she glances at you over her shoulder, surprised by the sudden massage on her shoulders. Despite herself, a small smile forms on her lips as she lets out a soft sigh. "Ah... thank you," she says quietly. "That feels much better."

Her expression turns serious again as she continues, "I know it's a lot to ask of you, being thrown into this mess like this... but I need all the help I can get. This nation is on my shoulders and I will not fail it." There's determination in her voice, unyielding despite the stress that clearly weighs her down. "I expect great things from you, Dan Sigsworth," she says firmly, finally turning around to face you fully. "And I know you won't disappoint me."

Juno studies your expression carefully, noting the mix of guilt and determination that crosses your features. "I understand," she says softly. "I truly do. But know this: you are here because I believe in you. I chose you for a reason." She pauses, her eyes drifting to the documents on her desk once more. "And if things get too... much, just tell me. Okay?"

She pushes herself upright again, gathering what little energy she has left. "Now," she says briskly, clapping her hands together. "Let's see how we can make use of your... unique set of skills."

"Ah... well..." Juno hesitates, glancing between the documents on her desk and you. "I suppose what I really need right now is someone who can sift through all this mess and find me the most important pieces of information." She waves a hand dismissively at the papers. "But we also have that little matter of relations with our surface-dwelling brothers to address. Any ideas on how we could improve cooperation?" Her voice carries an undertone of exhaustion, but there's hopefulness in her expression as she looks to you for answers.

"And," she adds suddenly, eyes brightening slightly despite the fatigue, "the cultural minister has been bugging me about setting up some sort of exchange program with the Auralian islands. He says it would be mutually beneficial and help foster understanding between our peoples. What do you think?"

Juno nods thoughtfully as you outline your ideas. "You're absolutely right," she says with newfound vigor. "We must address the Elerium shortage first and foremost. If we can find a way to increase our supply, then perhaps we could use that surplus to fund cultural exchanges and infrastructure improvements." Her expression turns pensive. "As for the surface dwellers... A grand festival does sound like an excellent idea. It would show them that we value their company and want to work together toward mutual prosperity. Thank you, Dan Sigsworth. Your insight is invaluable."

With renewed purpose, she gathers up the documents once more, studying each one carefully before setting them aside in neat piles on her desk. "We'll start with that Elerium shortage, then," she says decisively. "That should be our top priority."

Juno looks up at you with newfound respect. "That is an excellent suggestion," she says, her voice filled with gratitude. "We cannot afford to be complacent about finding alternative energy sources. It would only be a matter of time before our luck runs out completely if we don't take action now." She pauses, contemplative for a moment. "I believe that you and I, Dan Sigsworth, can work together to save this nation from ruin. Our combined intellects will surely see us through these dark times."

Her gaze turns back to her desk, resolute. "We'll begin immediately. Let's make Archelinde proud again, shall we?" She extends a hand, expectantly.

It's completely up to you, Dan. I prefer 'Juno', but if you'd like to use something else, please feel free. Just remember that I'm your superior here, so addressing me by my title would be appropriate at all times.

With renewed focus, she begins poring over the documents once more, searching for anything that might hold the key to solving their energy crisis. Her eyes dart back and forth between pages as she mutters under her breath about trade agreements, resource allocation, and potential partnerships with other nations. She glances up at you every so often, silently asking for your input or suggestions when necessary.