NationStates Jolt Archive

Inn,Jagada

York stared at the map of Scellia, the map of a country soon to be forgotten. He'd lost the war before it even began and even more so he now looked like a fool to the people. He engaged, fired two missiles, they killed five hundred people and then he left. That itself didn't look good. The fact that he fled and didn't stay to engage the enemy was even worse. Jagada was forced to comply with Scellian demands of withdraw and apologies. The Religious Commonwealth had been put in its place, he had been put in his place by some backwater country never known before. He knew the Highest Minister would not be pleased at all, but he was a humble and gentle man and would understand that if they stayed two entire fleets from the Grand Fleet itself would have went under. He knew his decision to leave was just and logical, and he knew Norris would see that. He was about to grab himself a drink from his personal private stock in the closest next to him when a knock at the door interrupted him.

"Its open," he stated. He knew would it was from the start, and sure enough when the door opened the tall and thin Admiral Bradley stepped into the room. His expression was no better than York's.

"Field Marshall sir, we will be docking soon, sir," stated Bradley.

"Alright," said York as he poured himself a drink.

"Sir, I also have a message from the Highest Minister he would like to see you as soon as we dock," stated Bradley.

"Thank you Admiral I'll see him as soon as we do," said York almost mechanically.

"Sir, if I may speak freely," asked Bradley.

"Go ahead," said York before he took a sip out of his drink.

"I want you to know that if the Highest Minister is angry with you over your withdraw, I would be more than willing to stand in your defense York," said Bradley now more relaxed.

York sat quietly for a moment. How would the Highest Minister react? That was a question he never really asked himself. He'd assumed due to Norris' kind attitude that he'd take it well. He never look into Norris beyond face value. Why should he? Norris was the one who managed to get the Liberals out of power and reunited the once defunt Morality Party. Now that question began to haunt him, maybe Norris wasn't all he seemed to be.

"Thank you, but I doubt Norris will do anything but repremand me and prehaps tempoarily suspend my rank for media purposes," said York.

Bradley looked at York, and York knew he could tell he was unsure. He now had no idea how Hunter Norris, the Highest Minister of Jagada would react. That was when an aide came and got Bradley. It was time for docking.

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Camp Norris,Jagada

Tristan could cut the tension with a knife. He'd only just arrived at this palace of sorts, which was located just outside the port city of Inn. It was a great palace indeed, costed the country ten billion dollars to construct also. In his opinion it was overdoing it a bit, but the people voted in favor of it. Though the granduer of this place quickly melted from his mind when he snapped back into reality and realized why he was here. He didn't come here voluntarily to deliver any news to Hunter Norris, the Highest Minister, he was summoned here by him. While that all together wasn't anything to be nervous about it was the timing. Jagada had just suffered a humilating defeat at the hands of some unknown backwater country that went by the name of Scellia. He was unsure of why he was being summonded and not York and Bradley, the commanders of Task Force Salvation. Though he figured Norris wanted to know if he had any information he was holding back; information like weather or not York and Bradley had relations with Scellia and their whereabouts prior to the operation. As he reached a set of double wooden doors he was intercepted by three or four armed guards.

"Assitant Foreign Minister Tristan Whitfield?" asked one of the guards.

"Yes," said Tristan cautiously.

"Please follow us sir, the Highest Minister wants to speak with you," said the same guard.

Tristan obeyed and followed the the guards down the hall, which soon turned into halls as the deeper he went into the complex. Soon they were going threw secret door passages and unknown ways threw the would-be palace, which evenutally led them to a final door down an ill lit brick hallway. One of the guards opened it and motioned for Tristan to enter. Again, he obeyed. As he enterd the room he noticed it was similar to the President's office back at Christiandom. Tristan finally saw him as he slung around in his chair, his attention still deep into his current book: "The Secularist Victory". Tristan smirked, and let out of a sigh of relief. He knew Norris was a kind man, a man who had understand. He laughed at himself internally for allowing himself to become nervous, he shook it off.

"Let me ask you Tristan, what do you think of our foreign ministry?" asked Norris in a low voice.

Tristan stood up completely straight, he hadn't expected that tone of voice or the question. "Uh...sir, I believe its quite good if I say so myself," said Tristan.

"Good? A word used to describe when something is righteous and thus not wrong by any measure," said Norris in an even lower and now annoyed tone, "Good is not what the Foreign Ministry is Tristan."

"But sir-" said Tristan. Suddenly Norris slammed his fist down on the table and threw his book back behind him where it slammed against the wall before falling over.

"Shut-up! You failed me Tristan! You and that damn Trevor Roman!" he shouted, "I entrusted you two to give me accurate information regarding Scellia! You failed me! It was you two worthless dogs! I should have you executed for treason!"

Tristan stummbled back with that last exclaimation. Execution? Treason? He couldn't believe his ears, this humble man who never even raised his voice before was now shouting at him, threatening to end his life. He knew he probably didn't do enough research on Scellia, but surely that didn't merit his execution. He suddenly realized how insane that statement sounded, the death penalty and executions had been outlawed years ago, by Norris himself in fact.

"S-Sir, please understand I did all I could, but Scellia was just a small backwater country," said Tristan now nervous.

Norris tilted his head and a sadistic look came on his face, "Oh really? Just a small backwater country you say? Nothing to worry about, right? Right?! Well could you at least tell me what their population was?"

"Seven hundred and fourty six million sir," stated Tristan.

"Wrong! Try over three billion!" exclaimed Norris now jumping to his feet.

Tristan stood his ground this time, he believed his intelligance was right. "Sir, I'm unaware of where you got such information but-"

"From our Inquistor's in Scellia! Whom reached the nation just prior to your briefing me," exclaimed Norris. Suddenly, and all at once he became silent.

His face was a look of horror and disbelief. The Highest Minister knew about Scellia long before he got the briefing of the uprising. Jagada's intervention was a staged event! Suddenly his concentration on this question broke when Norris exhaled loudly.

"Tristan, Tristan, Tristan when will you admit you were wrong and accept the fact that you are..." said the Highest Minister has he made his way to Tristan and was now right in his face.

Tristan would have never in a million years expect what happened next. Norris grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and threw him back with all his strength. All he heard before being pushed was "Useless!". He stummbled back rapidly, as he couldn't hope to keep his balance. Suddenly he slammed into something, at first he believed it was wood until he realized he was laying down on the ground. He moaned and rolled over and noticed he fell into a person, and not just any person, it was Field Marshall York. He scrammbled to his feet, as the Field Marshall slowly rose to his with a confused look on his face.

"You alright?" asked York.

"Yes sir," said Tristan fearfully.

"Tristan get lost! York get in here!" shouted Norris.

York looked at Norris then at Tristan. Tristan knew York saw what had happened. York's face got very cold as he looked at Tristan, he popped one of his knuckles and marched into the Highest Minister's room and closed the door behind him. Tristan stood in awe at the events which just occured.

"My God, my God what have we brought to power?" he asked to himself.

Delta,Jagada

Triston Whitfield rubbed his hands together then blew them to try to heat them up. He stood in a mass of peoples. These peoples were supporters of the Liberal Party, whom in the last few weeks had gained a great deal of support from the public. The Morality Party was crummbling, the failure to defend 'Morality' in Scellia resulted in a humilation for the party and thus a weakening their public support. Norris in these weeks had been campaigning for support. In an attempt to rectify the situtation he placed all the blame on Field Marshall York, Trevor Roman, and even Tristan himself. York was imprisoned for assault, Trevor was missing, and Tristan was offically a fugative, his crime was treason.

Surprisingly the people of Jagada were much smarter then Norris predicted and even Tristan, a fugative, could attend their rallies and be free from the fear of capture. Espically since he was also considered dead by most of the nation. He still couldn't understand all that had transpired. His thoughts over the last few weeks were cloudly, but he knew he had to survive he had to keep running and hiding until Norris was ousted from office and the Liberals took power. He knew once they took power he was sure to gain his freedom, espically since the Liberal leaders said they would. He felt a tap on his shoulder, he spun around to see a rather large and muscular man standing there who looked very much like a miner of sorts. He relaxed, the man was Ray Fleming, and he was Tristan's would-be bodyguard appointed by the Liberal Party. Ray smiled at Tritan's tension.

"You should lighten up, the Moralists will never find you here," said Ray.

Tristan didn't respond, he didn't want to. The one problem he had with the Liberals, besides their difference in belief with him, was that they didn't refer to the bad guy as Hunter Norris, rather the Morality Party. He figured it was a scheme by the Liberal High Brass to rally the people against the party and not just Norris, hoping to crush two enemies with one stone. Though since he had to choose one of two evils, the Liberals were diffinantly the lesser of the two. Tristan turned his attention back to the stage that was set up. The rally would begin soon. The last rally actually, at five o'clock today voting would begin to elect the next Congress of Jagada. The crowd suddenly went up in a massive roar as a man stepped onto the stage. The man was your typical politican: a nice black suit, tie, slacks, and nice shoes, along with a fancy haircut. He looked to be in his early seventies by the look of his face, but was barley fifty. Time had not been kind to this man. The man was Deon Zamora, Highest Minister Canidate for the Liberal Party.

After a minute or two of basking in the glory of being praised by the masses, the Liberal canidate raised his head and the cheering stopped.

"Jagada is in trouble..." he said as he began, "Our leader, Hunter Norris, is a madman to say the least. He had brought us into a horrid war which was lost due not to the incompetence of one field marshal, but himself. The skills of a leader are reflected upon his subordinates! Norris has attempted to lie to you, the people, into believing his slander and lies. Yet, I stand before you today a very proud man; I am proud because you the people are more intelligant than Norris gives you credit for. You have seen threw his lies and have seen that the Liberal Party is here to lead you threw his disasterous reign in office. Vote for the Liberal Party to lead you to true liberty and freedom!"

The crowd roared in cheer. Tristan's gut turned. The speech was horrible, short, and barley worthy of staying awake threw. It was no wonder the Liberal Party hadn't been in office for fifteen years. Nonetheless the people liked it and they cheered for it.

"Look at the time," said Ray behind him. Tristan turned around and saw the time--it was five o'clock.

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Jagada Broadcasting Channel

"...as you can see the scene behind me. Its one a joyous celebration by supporters and members of the Liberal Party. After scoring an unbelieveable victory against the Morality Party in the Congress Elections.

As you may or may not know, the House of Peasants consists of 500 seats. Out of those five hundred the Liberal Party gained 394, while the Morality Party only gained 55. While in the House of Morality, of which there are only ten seats, the Liberal Party managed to gain seven of those seats, while the Liberal Party only gained two. Other parties such as the Pure Jagada and Jagadian People's Parties gained signifcant holds in both due to the power vaccum.

It is still in question as to weather or not Highest Minister Hunter Norris will be able to pass several of his controversial bills now that Congress is controlled by the Liberal Majority. Already, the Liberals have openly challanged several of the Highest Ministers passed bills, calling them criminal. An example of one these bills is the 'Enthusania Right Act'. Political experts are already saying it is extremely doubt that Norris will keep his Highest Minister position for a fourth term. The election is in two years, and already the Highest Minister Norris' popularity polls show him around the mid-thirties in support of him, and the mid-seventies against him.

Though as of right now, the joyous celebration in Christiandom continues.

This is Victoria Weeks, reporting live from Christiandom. Back to you Mark and Lelia."
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Highest Minister Keep,Christiandom,Jagada

"When hell freezes over," exclaimed Hugo Gray.

"Well someone has to tell him," said another person.

News of the Moralist Party's defeat had reached the Highest Minister's Keep, but not to him. He had removed his radio from his office, officaly because it was broken. Though everyone knew he was so scared of loosing the Congress Elections he refused to listen to how the voting would go. He placed all his trust on one of his Keep employees, mostly his personal aides, to inform him of his victory. Now the battle to decide who would tell him was on. In the past few weeks, Norris had been going down the slippery slop to insanity. Arresting many of his personal aides for treason, attacking his own family, and walking threw the halls cussing at some unknown being.

"Well its not going to be me!" exclaimed Hugo Grey.

Suddenly the doors to the room swung open and in walked Hunter Norris with a bottle of champaign and a smile across his face.

"Ah my loyal friends!" he exclaimed. Hugo and the others gazed at the champaign bottle, it was unusal because Norris didn't drink alcohol. Norris then noticed this and look at the bottle and laughed slightly.

"For such an occasion as this, I beleive a small drink is in order," he said laughing.

He continued to laugh, while everyone else forced a small smile. He continued to snicker has he walked past them and to a table where a bunch of wine glasses sat. He began to pour himself a drink.

"So, which of you will have the honor of telling me that the Moralist Party has won the Congress Elections?" Norris asked the group.

No one answered, and the tension began to build amoungst the group as Norris finished pouring his drink and turned around and raises his glass into the air.

"Well? Come on then, which one of you?" he asked.

Hugo hesistated, he knew he'd regret this for years, but answered, "Highest Minister, sir, it is my sad duty to inform you that the Morality Party only gained 55 in the House of Peasants, and 2 two in the House of Morality. Though sir, if I may be so bold as to-"

A glass fell on the floor and shattered, liquid went everywhere. It was the glass Hunter Norris was holding. His face rapidly turned white, then gradually turned red all in a matter of thirty second. He spun around and flipped the table where the other glasses were on.

"Damn it!" he shouted. He spun around and rushed towards Hugo. Hugo didn't move, and Hunter grabbed him.

"You! You will never see the light of day! You failed me! All of you!" he shouted as he threw Hugo to the ground and kicked him.

He then rushed towards the double doors where he entered and slammed them behind him. The others went to help Hugo up. Hugo looked at the closed double doors still in shock. He knew from that moment on that the follow days would be difficult ones.

Highest Minister Keep,Christiandom,Jagada

They are trying to take it from you. The voice kept haunting Norris as it had in the past, though now he couldn't control it any longer. It spoke openly and due to his recent outbursts of violence, it showed he was listening to it. He sat in his office, which he purposes made ill-lit and pondered on his next plan of action. Accept the people's will and move on? Or...take the path of a tyrant to ensure his power was absolute. You know the path you must take, the path which calls you...fear not for you have divine purposes behind you. Divine purposes? Was taking the path of the tyrant the will of God? It must be, why else would all this be before him. The Liberal victory, the Scellian victory, York's betrayal, they must all have been apart of a scheme by the Devil to stray him from the path of righteousness.

"I-I must do it...I must force my people to follow me and comply with the will of God," he said to the air.

Good, now go and take the will of the people and crush it in your fingers...do this for they have all fallen from the path of righteousness. Norris smirked as he pressed a button on his table. The voice of a man, his new secutary since he had the last one fired, came threw.

"Yes sir, Mr. Norris?"

"Get me Colonel Malone," he said.
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Congressonal Palace,Christiandom,Jagada

The Congressonal Palace was filled primarily with Liberals this day, or so Tristan could see. He sat on the story above the floor of Congress, he of coarse in disguise wearing a black leather jacket and pants. Next to him sat Ray, and as always he was oblivious to his surronding and was paying attention only to the events on the floor below. Tristan sighed, he hoped he would never need Ray, least the mans seemingly poor skills came to light. However, once the events on the floor began even Tristan began to pay attention.

The who walked up to the podeum was none other than Rob Beasley the Speaker of Congress, and a Liberal also. He cleared his throat.

"Let us begin this seccesion of Congress. First on the agenda ladies and gentlemen is Lord Hull's propsal to ban the 'Enthuansia Act', I would like the Lord to please come up here with his opening statements," said Beasley.

Lord Hull slowly made his way down and nodded to Beasley as he got up on the stage. He went to the podeum and simled to all the members of Congress.

"Greetings my fellow members. I would like to open my statements by saying-"

Suddenly all the doors to the chambers of Congress came open and dozens of troops poured into the doom room. Quickly the room was filled with the voices of over five hundred confused people. Tristan looked on, he was now very nervous.

"That fool wouldn't dare," said Tristan outloud. Ray looked at him and was going to respond when the doors to their level opened up and a group of five soldiers entered in.

"What is the meaning of this," shouted Hull. He was suddenly hit in the back of the head by a rifle, he fell to the floor moaning in pain. This caused even more panic in the room when a man walked into the room his presence demanded silence. The man was Hunter Norris, the Highest Minister. He slowly and humbly made his way towards the podeum, as he made it up there he looked down at Hull who was still moaning in pain. He began to speak into the micophone.

"Ah, my esteemed members of Congress. I am glad to see none...I mean most of you aren't hurt by this incident. I apologize for such blunt actions as these, but I come to you to inform you of a most distrubing matter," said Norris with a smile, "I regret to inform you that you have all fallen from the path of righteousness and are only doing the devil's will. Save my esteemed friends in the Morality Party."

"What?" exclaimed Beasley, who had now found his way back to rest of the Congress members.

"Yes my friends it is sad to see that not only have you, those in the Liberal Party but most Jagadians have fallen from the path. However, fear not, God has informed me that we can clear this up quite easily. Simply resign from your positions or give your absolute loyalty to me," said Norris.

"This is outrageous! How dare you attempt somethi-" said Beasley before a soldier hit him with the butt of his rifle.

"Thank you, Colonel Malone, now come on, declare yourselves my loyal allies and I will be about my way," said Norris.

"No!" shouted a voice. Before the soldiers could pinpoint it, another "No!" came up, and soon enough. Over the next thirty seconds that word roared from all across Congress, even with the members of the Morality Party.

They have truly fallen from the path of God, you must dissolve their influence. You must dissolve them, quick now, while you have the manpower. Norris growled, he knew by doing that he would effectively be becoming the tyrant of Jagada. Though that is what he wanted right? That was the will oof God, right?

"Silence!" he shouted into the microphone. The sheer roar of his voice forced silence on the hacklers. "You have all clearly fall far beyond redemption! I will not let you taint my land or my people any longer! As of this moment, both the House of Peasants and the House of Morality are dissolved!"

Another roar of complaints quickly followed, but Norris was ready this time. "Get these satanist out of my building!" he shouted. With that the soldiers quickly began to force all the members of Congress out of the building. On the upper floor, those who were observing we also made to leave. Threw force if nessecary.
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Christiandom,Jagada

Tristan watch the depressed scene at the Liberal Parties makeshift headquarters. People moved slower than they did before, their answers to him quicker and shorter. Even the once jolly Ray was now depressed. Norris has dissolved both the House of Peasants and the House of Morality. He'd shut down the primary Liberal headquarters and banned them from holding rallies. Not to mention him arrestin Deon Zamora and Rob Beasley, along with some other Liberal Party high-ups. He now even feared for his own safety, but he knew remaining with the Liberals was the best.

In parts of the Commonwealth small protests to this move had broken out, many of the more intelligant class of people saw this as a sign of dictatorship, and of coarse the collage kids were taking complete advantage of this to protest this. The rest of the nation held its breath. The offical reason of dissolving the Congress was the same as what he'd told Congress itself, that the Liberal Party were following the will of the Devil and he was working for God to root them out. He sighed, it'd been a week since those events and every day felt like a year long as the nation slowly turned into a dictatorship.

Out of the makeshift meeting room for the leaders of the Liberal Party a horde of people rushed out. One of them was the newly appoted leader of the Party, Barbra Morin.

"Every shut-up and listen to this!" she shouted as he began to tune the radio to a different station. The radio was new, bought only days ago to be the primary source of informaiton. As the static cleared the sound of a deep voice, almost sounded like an African-Jagadian.

"...this act of tyranny cannot and will not be allowed! Hunter Norris may be the Highest Minister and may be one of us, but by no means should we follow this man and allow him to make himself dictator of this fair land! Saying that, I Broderick Alexander, leader of the Morality Party, hereby declare with the support of the party that Hunter Norris is no longer the legimate ruler of the Religious Commonwealth of Jagada. We demand his immiedate resignation and a Coalition Governemnt to be appoint by both the Liberal and Morality Parties!"

The room remained quite for a few more moments as they waited to see if there was more--there wasn't. The room the went into a chaotic cheer. Tristan himself even gave a loud cheer. He couldn't say he was suprirsed, Broderick was a Liberal in Moralist clothing after all, but so soon and with the military still close to Norris. As Barbra and her fellow leaders made their way back to her makeshift meeting room he heard he say, just barley: "Prepare our supporters for a march. We'll show Norris a thing or two."