Jarridia
26-09-2004, 22:56
Jarridians have always been in support of their government, and they have always used the ability to vote to its fullest extent. President Branam was, and in some places is still, a reverred man. However, his inability to cope with the horror that has befallen the nation in the past couple of months has caused extreme unrest among the masses. Millions of Jarridians have died because of the nuclear attack on Regence, famine, and disease, and many more Jarridians are expected to die. From two main cities, Kiakor and Tienson, a movement has begun and has made its way to the capital, Shelbin. The group calls themselves, Neo-Jarri. Being the kind and generous man that Jarrod is, he allowed them to march. Since this is a democracy, he saw nothing wrong with it. However, the mob turned to violence as they entered Shelbin. At approximately 3:24 p.m. they launched an assault against Fort Perkins in the north of the city. Jarridian soldiers either gave in to pressure and joined the coalition, or died.
After the successful attack on the base, the angered Jarridians made a march across the river and into the capitol district. They have asked that President Branam resign from office, or face the consequences, to which Jarrod replied, "Patience is a virtue, Jarridia will rise again." The mob didn't take to kindly to this response, and have begun to lay seige to the palace. Jarridian guards are holding back, but President Branam refuses to place the full scope of the military into the conflict, because he does not want to harm Jarridians.
Shelbin, Jarridia; Presidential Palace
Jarrod stood looking out his office window at the angry mob throwing fire bombs over the fence. The lawn was, by now, in flames, and the guards were trying their best to fight it back. He drew in a heavy sigh, and looked at the blue clear sky above. It was late October, and the air had a crisp fall feel to it. It was absolutely gorgeous. He looked back to the mob and the Secretary of Defense, Keithan Weaver entered.
"Mr. President, we can't hold them back too much longer, we need more support." said Keithan.
"Let them in." said Jarrod as he peered out the window.
"What?!?" responded Keithan shocked.
"Open the gates and let them in." said Jarrod, in a daze out the window still.
"But sir..." said Keithan questioningly
"Open it!" Jarrod yelled slightly agitated.
"Yes sir" Keithan said has he bowed out.
Jarrod watched as the gates of the palace opened, and the disgruntled Jarridians entered. They set the trees on fire, knocked over the statues, and Jarrod watched in disgust as they set the massive Jarridian flag on fire. He watched as it burned, his heart feeled with gloom as it flickered and fell to the ground. He turned and sat down in his chair and closed his eyes. He could hear the mob forcing their way into the palace. He was simple terrified, but he knew there was nothing he could do. They entered the office and removed him from the desk. They walked him out, and the leader of the mob stepped out onto the balcony and said, "President Branam has been brought down! He will be no more!"
A loud cheer went through the crowd as President Branam was lead out of the palace with a gun pointed at his head. People spit upon him, and stated rude and cruel comments. He was taken away, far, far away, and he was unsure where he was going. He couldn't speak, because they would shoot him, but he supposed that all Jarridians would feel in a better place.
After the successful attack on the base, the angered Jarridians made a march across the river and into the capitol district. They have asked that President Branam resign from office, or face the consequences, to which Jarrod replied, "Patience is a virtue, Jarridia will rise again." The mob didn't take to kindly to this response, and have begun to lay seige to the palace. Jarridian guards are holding back, but President Branam refuses to place the full scope of the military into the conflict, because he does not want to harm Jarridians.
Shelbin, Jarridia; Presidential Palace
Jarrod stood looking out his office window at the angry mob throwing fire bombs over the fence. The lawn was, by now, in flames, and the guards were trying their best to fight it back. He drew in a heavy sigh, and looked at the blue clear sky above. It was late October, and the air had a crisp fall feel to it. It was absolutely gorgeous. He looked back to the mob and the Secretary of Defense, Keithan Weaver entered.
"Mr. President, we can't hold them back too much longer, we need more support." said Keithan.
"Let them in." said Jarrod as he peered out the window.
"What?!?" responded Keithan shocked.
"Open the gates and let them in." said Jarrod, in a daze out the window still.
"But sir..." said Keithan questioningly
"Open it!" Jarrod yelled slightly agitated.
"Yes sir" Keithan said has he bowed out.
Jarrod watched as the gates of the palace opened, and the disgruntled Jarridians entered. They set the trees on fire, knocked over the statues, and Jarrod watched in disgust as they set the massive Jarridian flag on fire. He watched as it burned, his heart feeled with gloom as it flickered and fell to the ground. He turned and sat down in his chair and closed his eyes. He could hear the mob forcing their way into the palace. He was simple terrified, but he knew there was nothing he could do. They entered the office and removed him from the desk. They walked him out, and the leader of the mob stepped out onto the balcony and said, "President Branam has been brought down! He will be no more!"
A loud cheer went through the crowd as President Branam was lead out of the palace with a gun pointed at his head. People spit upon him, and stated rude and cruel comments. He was taken away, far, far away, and he was unsure where he was going. He couldn't speak, because they would shoot him, but he supposed that all Jarridians would feel in a better place.