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Post by Russlavia on Mar 21, 2016 9:31:14 GMT -5
Istanvanian Parilmentary Building, Chezchlo, Kirt Street, 12:00 pm.
Director General Kirt Istan sat in front of his senators and president, a smokey cloud covering over his withered old face. He was in the late stages of cancer, but found himself sterile. The long blood line of those who founded his great nation, lost in his smoking habits. He raised a weary finger, ushering forward his PA who brought the microphone closer to him. He spoke in a gravely Russian-American accent, his own voice trailing off at the end.
'President Carter. You know, and I know, that you are definitely not the majority party after that... Scandal in Chernoversk. As such, I'll be calling the election early. You are to be dismissed from your position. I trust you'll find your severance package suitable.'
He once again ushered to his clumsy PA, as a large metallic briefcase was drawn into the table. Upon opening it, no money was found. Instead, two vials containing a solid crystal like structure coated in a oil like substance were present. Carter's eyes widened, he gladly accepted the deal.
'I trust you'll be fine to remain with us as Vice Chancellor? I'm altering the political ranking structure, you see.' He chuckled lightly, taking a deep puff upon his cigar, breathing it out smoothly. He resumed, 'Vice Chancellor will take the role of Vice President. Chancellor, President. This way, we can successfully pupeteer the next unwitting candidate into taking the fall for our biggest blunders.'
He waved a wrinkled hand, dismissing the President.
Results
Director General Kirt Istan sat in front of his senators and president, a smokey cloud covering over his withered old face. He was in the late stages of cancer, but found himself sterile. The long blood line of those who founded his great nation, lost in his smoking habits. He raised a weary finger, ushering forward his PA who brought the microphone closer to him. He spoke in a gravely Russian-American accent, his own voice trailing off at the end.
'President Carter. You know, and I know, that you are definitely not the majority party after that... Scandal in Chernoversk. As such, I'll be calling the election early. You are to be dismissed from your position. I trust you'll find your severance package suitable.'
He once again ushered to his clumsy PA, as a large metallic briefcase was drawn into the table. Upon opening it, no money was found. Instead, two vials containing a solid crystal like structure coated in a oil like substance were present. Carter's eyes widened, he gladly accepted the deal.
'I trust you'll be fine to remain with us as Vice Chancellor? I'm altering the political ranking structure, you see.' He chuckled lightly, taking a deep puff upon his cigar, breathing it out smoothly. He resumed, 'Vice Chancellor will take the role of Vice President. Chancellor, President. This way, we can successfully pupeteer the next unwitting candidate into taking the fall for our biggest blunders.'
He waved a wrinkled hand, dismissing the President.
Results
- Jeremy Carter moved to VC.
- Article 49 passed giving DG authority to make decisions without consulting senate.
- Chancellor position opened to General Elections.