Lietuveska
04-04-2004, 04:01
The halls of the Blått Hus were eerily silent. Usually, hundreds of aides, staff, and other personnel would be roaming the halls, chattering. The granite floors echoed with the steps of gloomy people. They, and only they, knew of the great change that was about to occur. The only thing the rest of the world, or those that paid attention, knew was that all Lietuv media would switch to a speech the President was soon to give. Unlike most standard speeches, there was no spoiler. It was up for speculation what the President would say today.
The Front Lawn of the Blått Hus had been freshly cut. Azaleas, begonias, and tulips swayed slowly to the soft wind. Hummingbirds, bees, and butterflies made the warm, dry air their territory. Oaks and dogwoods blossomed as Spring made its entrance, and the afternoon sun glared down upon the world amidst a crisp, blue sky. It was a new day, newer than anyone could expect.
Hundreds were gathered on the Front Lawn, seated in rows of metal chairs. Reporters from around the globe were seated in the front, while gotens (senators), aides, and other important people in Lietuv government were seated in the middle. Lashira Vladonski, Chairwoman of the Lietuv Conservative Party, was sitting among their ranks. She had been personally invited, and was altogether confused about why her presence was needed. Her fellow Conservative gotens looked excited. They had guessed that the President, who had been under extreme political pressure for a month or two, would be announcing his resignation today. Little did they know if this was the truth, but they hoped desperately that it was. In the back of the rows, there were regular people who were interested in what the President had to say, and wanted to see him up close.
The President peered from behind the curtains of his office window. He saw all of them waiting anxiously, and was very anxious himself. He sighed, knowing that this was his final decision. And it was just that, final. His aide walked in and said sadly, "Mr. President, it's time." Adrian turned and nodded. The aide walked out, and proceeded to go outside. The President turned, and slowly walked out of his office. As he walked down the halls, he tried to supress the great memories he had. This was no time to grieve..Announcements were not meant to be emotional. He pulled himself together, and stood behind the front doors of the Blått Hus. I can do this.. It was useless. He had to do it.
The buzzing of chatter halted in a wave as everyone turned to see Adrian Weston walk towards the podium. He did not smile, or even utter a hello. All he simply did was take a sip of water.
Gravely, he looked among his peers and collegues. "My fellow Lietuvs. Today is a monumental day in our history. I am eager to start this new era of our history.
"For some time I have been prodded, poked, and urged to do the unthinkable. Am I willing to give my power up? Am I willing to let the Lietuv people decide what is best for them? I have considered this for a long time. I have been doubtful of myself, and even of others. I don't understand many things in life, but I know that when the people speak, they mean what they say.
"Today I walked the halls of the Blått Hus, knowing that I tried the best I could. I know that I gave it my all, and I pushed for what I needed done. The people of this great nation also know that, and I now realize that they need more. For fifteen years, a time that has passed me like a bullet, I have ruled this country to serve the people. Recently I came out of touch with the people. The best solution I can conjure is to give them what they want. And they don't want me anymore.
"Therefore, I am announcing that on this day in history, I am removing myself from office. I declare my resignation to all those who are listening, and I furthermore declare that I have signed a bill that would give a new government sufficient power to rule. Today, I inform you that Lashira Vladonksi is Prime Minister of Lietuveska."
What was grief Adrian had now turned to happiness, and Adrian smiled at her. She, and the rest of the crowd, was absolutely stunned. Even those who predicted what his words would utter were shocked. For a few moments, even the cameras stopped clicking. Lashira Vladonski had her mouth open, too surprised to utter any words, or hide the look of complete confusion from her face.
Adrian, surprisingly, laughed. "There is no need for you all to be so stunned! And there is no need for the Prime Minister to stay seated while her country awaits her first words! I have already prepared a judge.." Judge Mikhail Vorska stepped out from behind large speakers, smiling cordially. He took his place beside the podium, waiting for Lashira to step up.
She finally gathered the control to stand up. She moved forward slowly, and cameras began madly clicking. She took her place behind the podium, after Adrian had moved out of the way.
Judge Vorska said, "Do you solemnly swear that you shall rule this nation with every ounce of maturity, conviction, and determination that you may, and in effect swear to follow the Oath of Leadership?" Lashira Vladonksi shakily replied, "Yes, I do." The judge replied, "With the power vested in me, I hereby declare you, Lashira Vladonski, Prime Minister of the United Socialist States of Lietuveska."
(I'll finish this later. Gotta go for now.)
The Front Lawn of the Blått Hus had been freshly cut. Azaleas, begonias, and tulips swayed slowly to the soft wind. Hummingbirds, bees, and butterflies made the warm, dry air their territory. Oaks and dogwoods blossomed as Spring made its entrance, and the afternoon sun glared down upon the world amidst a crisp, blue sky. It was a new day, newer than anyone could expect.
Hundreds were gathered on the Front Lawn, seated in rows of metal chairs. Reporters from around the globe were seated in the front, while gotens (senators), aides, and other important people in Lietuv government were seated in the middle. Lashira Vladonski, Chairwoman of the Lietuv Conservative Party, was sitting among their ranks. She had been personally invited, and was altogether confused about why her presence was needed. Her fellow Conservative gotens looked excited. They had guessed that the President, who had been under extreme political pressure for a month or two, would be announcing his resignation today. Little did they know if this was the truth, but they hoped desperately that it was. In the back of the rows, there were regular people who were interested in what the President had to say, and wanted to see him up close.
The President peered from behind the curtains of his office window. He saw all of them waiting anxiously, and was very anxious himself. He sighed, knowing that this was his final decision. And it was just that, final. His aide walked in and said sadly, "Mr. President, it's time." Adrian turned and nodded. The aide walked out, and proceeded to go outside. The President turned, and slowly walked out of his office. As he walked down the halls, he tried to supress the great memories he had. This was no time to grieve..Announcements were not meant to be emotional. He pulled himself together, and stood behind the front doors of the Blått Hus. I can do this.. It was useless. He had to do it.
The buzzing of chatter halted in a wave as everyone turned to see Adrian Weston walk towards the podium. He did not smile, or even utter a hello. All he simply did was take a sip of water.
Gravely, he looked among his peers and collegues. "My fellow Lietuvs. Today is a monumental day in our history. I am eager to start this new era of our history.
"For some time I have been prodded, poked, and urged to do the unthinkable. Am I willing to give my power up? Am I willing to let the Lietuv people decide what is best for them? I have considered this for a long time. I have been doubtful of myself, and even of others. I don't understand many things in life, but I know that when the people speak, they mean what they say.
"Today I walked the halls of the Blått Hus, knowing that I tried the best I could. I know that I gave it my all, and I pushed for what I needed done. The people of this great nation also know that, and I now realize that they need more. For fifteen years, a time that has passed me like a bullet, I have ruled this country to serve the people. Recently I came out of touch with the people. The best solution I can conjure is to give them what they want. And they don't want me anymore.
"Therefore, I am announcing that on this day in history, I am removing myself from office. I declare my resignation to all those who are listening, and I furthermore declare that I have signed a bill that would give a new government sufficient power to rule. Today, I inform you that Lashira Vladonksi is Prime Minister of Lietuveska."
What was grief Adrian had now turned to happiness, and Adrian smiled at her. She, and the rest of the crowd, was absolutely stunned. Even those who predicted what his words would utter were shocked. For a few moments, even the cameras stopped clicking. Lashira Vladonski had her mouth open, too surprised to utter any words, or hide the look of complete confusion from her face.
Adrian, surprisingly, laughed. "There is no need for you all to be so stunned! And there is no need for the Prime Minister to stay seated while her country awaits her first words! I have already prepared a judge.." Judge Mikhail Vorska stepped out from behind large speakers, smiling cordially. He took his place beside the podium, waiting for Lashira to step up.
She finally gathered the control to stand up. She moved forward slowly, and cameras began madly clicking. She took her place behind the podium, after Adrian had moved out of the way.
Judge Vorska said, "Do you solemnly swear that you shall rule this nation with every ounce of maturity, conviction, and determination that you may, and in effect swear to follow the Oath of Leadership?" Lashira Vladonksi shakily replied, "Yes, I do." The judge replied, "With the power vested in me, I hereby declare you, Lashira Vladonski, Prime Minister of the United Socialist States of Lietuveska."
(I'll finish this later. Gotta go for now.)