Roania
28-05-2004, 07:46
Throughout the Divine Imperium of Novar Ohan, one word is currently being whispered. One word, but a word which has so much resting upon it... an election. Harold Cartwright, who has been Prime Minister for 17 years, has stepped down, and the CDP no longer has the majority in parliament it requires to retain government without forming a coalition.
The new Prime Minister and Party President James Grey has thus declared a general election in 2 weeks time, meaning that each of the 4 parties which will have candidates running for Prime Minister will have a limited amount of time to get their message out to the public. The 4 candidates and their parties are:
*Prime Minister Baron James Tyrel Grey; Central Democrat Party
Deputy Leader: Carlos Papen
Supported by Prince Daniel Edward Black
*Leader of Her Imperial Highness's Loyal Opposition, Lieutenant Grigori Hans Kroenen; National Socialist Imperial Worker's Party
Deputy Leader: Heinrich Goebbels
Supported by Prince Damien Alexander Black
*Lord General Count Vladimir Hohenzollern; Imperial Party
Deputy Leader: Comm. Reindhart Ustenov
Supported by Archduke Simon Darquis; Grand Duke Leopold von Agua; Tacitly approved by Kaiserin Malissa Lucille Black
*Clarissa Bencenoff; Socialist Party (in coalition with the Peace Party)
Deputy Leader: James Genser (Peace Party)
No particular supporters in the upper ranks of government; Princess Rachel Edwina Black II has occasionally spoken in support of their policies
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One true measure of the power of these parties is the location from which they primarily work. The CDP's main base is in an office block in the Stronghold of Roan, close to the centre of power. The NSIWP's leaders can most often be found in the People's Tavern (Formerly the Bull and Whistle), in the massive city of Port Agua, close to the population which they draw on with mass rallies and simple ((OOC: though foul and brutal)) policies.
The Imperials are based in a restored medieval tower in the traditionalist stronghold of Fort Derricks, under the watchful eye of Castle Darquis. It's rumoured that the Archduke's young adopted daughter, Elizabeth Darquis, can often be found there studying works of military history. Finally, the Socialist/Peace Parties Coalition is based in the distant city of Altara Town, within the Internal People's Republic of Altara.
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James Grey sighed, disconsolately, as he looked out on the desert city. From his office he could see both the Palace, and the Houses of Parliament. "I must have been mad...all I ever wanted out of life was to be an MP...then I became Minister for Health and Social Security... and now my party wants me to become Prime Minister! What do I know about running a country?"
A disgruntled snort came from a nearby chair as former Prime Minister Cartwright woke up from his nap. "Eh? What's that?" The old man asked, rubbing his eyes. "I was having the nicest dream...I had stepped down as Prime Minister to tend to my garden..."
"Harold, please... you got me into this mess! Now tell me how to get out!" James said, almost getting on the floor to beg.
Cartwright sat up straighter. "Well, as I see it, you have two options. Number one, you go ahead with this election, and become the greatest Prime Minister this country has ever seen. Or lose, in which case you either become Leader of the Opposition, or get a nice lecture circuit job."
James collapsed back into his own chair. "Thank you. Thank you very much. What's option two?"
"Well...you could call up Party HQ, and tell them you'll step down in favour of Carlos..." The old man yawned. "Oh, excuse me."
"I'll do that, then. Carlos is a perfectly fine fellow."
"He's a virtual unknown," Cartwright said, and now a note of steel entered his voice. "If you step down, then Kroenen wins." Cartwright summed up the entire problem right there. "And that's not why I stepped down, that's not why the Party HQ made you president. We have faith in you...don't throw that aside."
James sighed, and looked heavenward. "If I was half the man you were..."
"You'd be a pretty stupid fellow. If I had been doing my duty, this situation would never have arose. I think I can call my years as PM one of my...less succesful jobs." Cartwright tried to rise out of his comfortable chair. "The country's in debt, there's a Nazi in the seat of the Opposition... and I'm an old and senile fool who's been too long in government." Cartwright raised a hand when he saw James open his mouth. "I will not be interupted!" The former PM said, displaying a fraction of that strength which had once carried him through debates in the Burghers.
"We have faith in you, James...don't let us down..." the old man said, as he once more started to drift off to sleep. And James felt a tinge of backbone come into play.
You're absolutely right, old man...I will not let my party down. I will not let my country down!
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A meeting of a very different sort was taking place in a smoky room in Port Agua. Kroenen sat at the head of a long table, taking the congratulations that he believed were no more than his due.
His Deputy Leader, Heinrich Goebells, raised his mug of ale. "To Our Glorious Fuhrer! Seig Heil!"
The men around the table clanked their own mugs together. "Seig Heil! To The Fuhrer!" They quieted as Kroenen rose to his feet.
He held his own mug up, and nodded. "Gentlemen, we are embarked on a grand adventure. If we succeed, we will be cast in history as heroes! Let us not lose sight of our goal, the purification of this Divine Imperium! We will crush the Bolsheviks and the Elves, and cast out the Muslims and the Jews!"
A brash young man banged up his mug onto the table, and shouted out the party's motto: "One Empire! One Culture! One Leader!" The cry was repeated around the table, and Kroenen continued.
"We will cleanse this nation of its impurities, and then destroy those who threaten us from without! The Imperium will take what it needs from the lands of the dead, and the inferior races will either be our slaves, or be cast out beyond the outer darkness!"
The conversations and arguments lasted long into the night, as the strongest political force in the Imperium began its preparations to rebuild the nation in its own image.
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The shriek of a firebird could be heard in the distance as Hohenzollern looked out the window. The former General's breath hung in the air. At this altitude, it was always cold. And so, it begins. He was confident of victory. Even though his younger brother had lost the Premiership of Agua to that Naso Robert Speer, or whatever his name was, James still had the powerful backing of the military and the two High Dukes. What did it matter that he had little popular support?
He knew those peasants. They would support the populist parties at first, but in the end they would do as told by their betters. And he was sure that those betters would support him.
No, of rather more concern to him was this Coalition. They should know better than to interfere with things beyond their understanding. And their candidate was a woman, of all things.
Not that he was prejudiced against women, of course not. He had nothing but the highest respect for them, and he wouldn't dream of considering HIH to be unworthy of reigning over the country. She was supporting him, after all. But, and of course I understand that I can't actually say this, that's exactly what she should be doing. Supporting those of us who are, by grace of nature, better equipped for actually running the country. That Clarissa trollop needs a husband to calm her down and convince her that she's not suited for this task. Besides, she never even served in the military; at least that Kroenen chap had served in the military. Yet, for some reason, there were nobles supporting her. Class traitors, the lot of them. And the worst was Princess Rachel.
Back in the old days, she'd have been happily married by this time. But here she was, 13 years old and no hint of even looking for a husband. At least Elizabeth was being courted by Prince Daniel. Only 8 years difference between the two girls. And neither was married yet. When I take power, I'll do something about that.
The knock came at his door, and he finished adjusting his tie, and went out to meet his supporters.
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Clarrisa hung up the phone. It had been CRO Zhastosky on the line, congratulating her for her nomination. Some times, however, she got the feeling that the communist Premier secretly despised her. Just because the treaty that had kept Altara as a Dictatorship of the Proletariat (and had stopped the southerners from destroying the fledgling state) said that the Communist Party could never run in elections anywhere else, not even in a general one.
She thought that that was irrational, but kept her silence. It isn't right that just because they got rid of the nobles in Altara that they should be prohibited from forming new sections within the other city states. The southerners should understand that the Altaran nobles were thieves and liars... the other nobles need only to be modulated a little. As it stood, the CPA had leant its support to her campaign, though they accepted that the idealogy owed very little to their own, and they also accepted the fact that the Coalition needed to work with the Bourgouis and the Aristocracy to gain seats elsewhere. And the Premier had just as high regard for the young princess as Clarissa did.
Ah...Rachel. She would be a good Kaiserin...it was a shame that the southerners would never let her take power if there were males in the imperial family. But she was such a sweet girl, kind and caring. Still, Clarissa had her own troubles. She took heart from the example of the Kaiserin, and of that wonderful woman, Allysandra Ellestrea. If elected, I'll make this Imperium a better nation. I swear!
The new Prime Minister and Party President James Grey has thus declared a general election in 2 weeks time, meaning that each of the 4 parties which will have candidates running for Prime Minister will have a limited amount of time to get their message out to the public. The 4 candidates and their parties are:
*Prime Minister Baron James Tyrel Grey; Central Democrat Party
Deputy Leader: Carlos Papen
Supported by Prince Daniel Edward Black
*Leader of Her Imperial Highness's Loyal Opposition, Lieutenant Grigori Hans Kroenen; National Socialist Imperial Worker's Party
Deputy Leader: Heinrich Goebbels
Supported by Prince Damien Alexander Black
*Lord General Count Vladimir Hohenzollern; Imperial Party
Deputy Leader: Comm. Reindhart Ustenov
Supported by Archduke Simon Darquis; Grand Duke Leopold von Agua; Tacitly approved by Kaiserin Malissa Lucille Black
*Clarissa Bencenoff; Socialist Party (in coalition with the Peace Party)
Deputy Leader: James Genser (Peace Party)
No particular supporters in the upper ranks of government; Princess Rachel Edwina Black II has occasionally spoken in support of their policies
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One true measure of the power of these parties is the location from which they primarily work. The CDP's main base is in an office block in the Stronghold of Roan, close to the centre of power. The NSIWP's leaders can most often be found in the People's Tavern (Formerly the Bull and Whistle), in the massive city of Port Agua, close to the population which they draw on with mass rallies and simple ((OOC: though foul and brutal)) policies.
The Imperials are based in a restored medieval tower in the traditionalist stronghold of Fort Derricks, under the watchful eye of Castle Darquis. It's rumoured that the Archduke's young adopted daughter, Elizabeth Darquis, can often be found there studying works of military history. Finally, the Socialist/Peace Parties Coalition is based in the distant city of Altara Town, within the Internal People's Republic of Altara.
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James Grey sighed, disconsolately, as he looked out on the desert city. From his office he could see both the Palace, and the Houses of Parliament. "I must have been mad...all I ever wanted out of life was to be an MP...then I became Minister for Health and Social Security... and now my party wants me to become Prime Minister! What do I know about running a country?"
A disgruntled snort came from a nearby chair as former Prime Minister Cartwright woke up from his nap. "Eh? What's that?" The old man asked, rubbing his eyes. "I was having the nicest dream...I had stepped down as Prime Minister to tend to my garden..."
"Harold, please... you got me into this mess! Now tell me how to get out!" James said, almost getting on the floor to beg.
Cartwright sat up straighter. "Well, as I see it, you have two options. Number one, you go ahead with this election, and become the greatest Prime Minister this country has ever seen. Or lose, in which case you either become Leader of the Opposition, or get a nice lecture circuit job."
James collapsed back into his own chair. "Thank you. Thank you very much. What's option two?"
"Well...you could call up Party HQ, and tell them you'll step down in favour of Carlos..." The old man yawned. "Oh, excuse me."
"I'll do that, then. Carlos is a perfectly fine fellow."
"He's a virtual unknown," Cartwright said, and now a note of steel entered his voice. "If you step down, then Kroenen wins." Cartwright summed up the entire problem right there. "And that's not why I stepped down, that's not why the Party HQ made you president. We have faith in you...don't throw that aside."
James sighed, and looked heavenward. "If I was half the man you were..."
"You'd be a pretty stupid fellow. If I had been doing my duty, this situation would never have arose. I think I can call my years as PM one of my...less succesful jobs." Cartwright tried to rise out of his comfortable chair. "The country's in debt, there's a Nazi in the seat of the Opposition... and I'm an old and senile fool who's been too long in government." Cartwright raised a hand when he saw James open his mouth. "I will not be interupted!" The former PM said, displaying a fraction of that strength which had once carried him through debates in the Burghers.
"We have faith in you, James...don't let us down..." the old man said, as he once more started to drift off to sleep. And James felt a tinge of backbone come into play.
You're absolutely right, old man...I will not let my party down. I will not let my country down!
==============
A meeting of a very different sort was taking place in a smoky room in Port Agua. Kroenen sat at the head of a long table, taking the congratulations that he believed were no more than his due.
His Deputy Leader, Heinrich Goebells, raised his mug of ale. "To Our Glorious Fuhrer! Seig Heil!"
The men around the table clanked their own mugs together. "Seig Heil! To The Fuhrer!" They quieted as Kroenen rose to his feet.
He held his own mug up, and nodded. "Gentlemen, we are embarked on a grand adventure. If we succeed, we will be cast in history as heroes! Let us not lose sight of our goal, the purification of this Divine Imperium! We will crush the Bolsheviks and the Elves, and cast out the Muslims and the Jews!"
A brash young man banged up his mug onto the table, and shouted out the party's motto: "One Empire! One Culture! One Leader!" The cry was repeated around the table, and Kroenen continued.
"We will cleanse this nation of its impurities, and then destroy those who threaten us from without! The Imperium will take what it needs from the lands of the dead, and the inferior races will either be our slaves, or be cast out beyond the outer darkness!"
The conversations and arguments lasted long into the night, as the strongest political force in the Imperium began its preparations to rebuild the nation in its own image.
==============
The shriek of a firebird could be heard in the distance as Hohenzollern looked out the window. The former General's breath hung in the air. At this altitude, it was always cold. And so, it begins. He was confident of victory. Even though his younger brother had lost the Premiership of Agua to that Naso Robert Speer, or whatever his name was, James still had the powerful backing of the military and the two High Dukes. What did it matter that he had little popular support?
He knew those peasants. They would support the populist parties at first, but in the end they would do as told by their betters. And he was sure that those betters would support him.
No, of rather more concern to him was this Coalition. They should know better than to interfere with things beyond their understanding. And their candidate was a woman, of all things.
Not that he was prejudiced against women, of course not. He had nothing but the highest respect for them, and he wouldn't dream of considering HIH to be unworthy of reigning over the country. She was supporting him, after all. But, and of course I understand that I can't actually say this, that's exactly what she should be doing. Supporting those of us who are, by grace of nature, better equipped for actually running the country. That Clarissa trollop needs a husband to calm her down and convince her that she's not suited for this task. Besides, she never even served in the military; at least that Kroenen chap had served in the military. Yet, for some reason, there were nobles supporting her. Class traitors, the lot of them. And the worst was Princess Rachel.
Back in the old days, she'd have been happily married by this time. But here she was, 13 years old and no hint of even looking for a husband. At least Elizabeth was being courted by Prince Daniel. Only 8 years difference between the two girls. And neither was married yet. When I take power, I'll do something about that.
The knock came at his door, and he finished adjusting his tie, and went out to meet his supporters.
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Clarrisa hung up the phone. It had been CRO Zhastosky on the line, congratulating her for her nomination. Some times, however, she got the feeling that the communist Premier secretly despised her. Just because the treaty that had kept Altara as a Dictatorship of the Proletariat (and had stopped the southerners from destroying the fledgling state) said that the Communist Party could never run in elections anywhere else, not even in a general one.
She thought that that was irrational, but kept her silence. It isn't right that just because they got rid of the nobles in Altara that they should be prohibited from forming new sections within the other city states. The southerners should understand that the Altaran nobles were thieves and liars... the other nobles need only to be modulated a little. As it stood, the CPA had leant its support to her campaign, though they accepted that the idealogy owed very little to their own, and they also accepted the fact that the Coalition needed to work with the Bourgouis and the Aristocracy to gain seats elsewhere. And the Premier had just as high regard for the young princess as Clarissa did.
Ah...Rachel. She would be a good Kaiserin...it was a shame that the southerners would never let her take power if there were males in the imperial family. But she was such a sweet girl, kind and caring. Still, Clarissa had her own troubles. She took heart from the example of the Kaiserin, and of that wonderful woman, Allysandra Ellestrea. If elected, I'll make this Imperium a better nation. I swear!