NationStates Jolt Archive

Parliament Building, Tasmardonia, Romandeos
Noon

“This meeting of the National Parliament will come to order!”

Nelson Ruyle was not a man to be ignored when he said such things. Though aged he was in superb physical shape. His immense physical size, coupled with an iron-gray beard and intense, blue eyes made him a hard person to miss. Being the recognized top person in the leading Romandeos First Party helped him quite a bit.

“Members of Parliament!” he continued once all was silent. “Regent Taunja Lockeheart!”

Everybody in the room stood respectfully as the prime entrance doors to the room opened in silence, and in walked a young woman of medium height, with brown eyes and hair, an incredibly plain light gray suit, and a black briefcase. Six young men in uniform followed her, all of them looking fully alert and all of them armed. As the Regent walked down the long central aisle to the front of the room, all stayed silent. Her objective was the wooden lectern there from were she would address the Parliament. When she reached it, she stood in silence behind it as her escorts took up their own places.

“Be seated.” The command was terse and to the point and it worked. All present sat down immediately, still not saying so much as a word. Lockeheart’s briefcase had vanished, but in its place, a small slip of papers sat on the lectern.

“Members of Parliament,” she began. “I have served you three years as Regent, following King Christian’s untimely demise caused by the Otagians. I have tried to lead you well, at least, as well as I could, given the circumstances.”

Heads nodded around the room. Lockeheart paused a moment before going on.

“However, regardless how good a Regent I have, or have not been, Regency is temporary leadership meant to hold things down while problems are sorted out and new government is put in place to handle things more permanently.”

Lockeheart paused again, letting the tension build a little.

“Effective tomorrow, at exactly noon, I shall resign as Regent.”

Low murmuring buzz around the room, but quickly died out.

“I shall be leaving an Interim Government in place when I leave,” Lockeheart went on, as if she were discussing lawn care techniques. “Those included in this government will face incredible challenges, but I am confident they can cope. The primary responsibilities they will face are organizing a national referendum in order to establish a new, permanent national government, and if possible, reconciling differences between Romandeos and potential enemies, such as Otagia and Zukariaa."

Lockeheart reached down and lifted the papers from the lectern.

“I have here in my hand a list showing those who will lead the Interim Government, once it is implemented following my resignation tomorrow. You will all be given copies, and it is to be printed in all newspapers. It reads as follows.”

1. Interim President – Wilfred Grenfell
2. Interim Deputy President – Jonathon Remero
3. Interim Deputy President – Selena Judge
4. Interim President of the House – Kelly Larusso
5. Interim President of the Senate – Daren Penrose
6. Interim Minister of State – Jamie Bladen
7. Interim Minister of Finances – Nelson Bridges
8. Interim Minister of Defense – Stephen Shields
9. Interim Minister of Justice – Matthew Vargus
10. Interim Minister of the Interior – Robin Wilcox
11. Interim Minister of Agriculture – Penelope Duncan
12. Interim Minister of Commerce – Theodore Brumby
13. Interim Minister of Labors – Kenya Mcadory
14. Interim Minister of Human Services – Patrick O’Dell
15. Interim Minister of Urban Development – Grant Wells
16. Interim Minister of Transportation – Darren Eagerman
17. Interim Minister of Energy – Julianne Knudtson
18. Interim Minister of Education – Bernard Sedgewick
19. Interim Minister of State Security – Michelle Jouvin

Lockeheart finished reading the list, and set the papers down again.

“That is all I have to say to you. Good day.”

OOC:

Not my best work, I know, but I am not in good shape right now. By the way, this is open in case you’re wondering, so, if you want to RP curious officials asking questions about it like “What are Mr. Grenfell’s politics” and such, feel free.

~ Romandeos.

OOC-Got permission for this. :p

Spec Commander Josef Hamsburg looked down at the ground as it slowly came towards him. He was a Spec, a Zukariaan elite special operative. He was genetically altered, and he knew it. it was what he signed up for. But it was a surprise when he found that he would be commanding the first ever mission in the field. And his job was even more surprising. The noisy wind, the dark night, the twinkling lights below, it all seemed peaceful considering the hell that he and his team were to put the people of Romandeos through.

As the heavily forested ground came closer, he and his team would pull their cords and slow their decent, which had taken nearely 5 minutes. It was 10 minutes later that he was untangling himself from the chute and tree branches, then packing it away so as not to make a stupid mistake that some normal person might make; leaving the chute out. He dropped to the ground from high in the tree, a drop that would hurt a normal person's legs. He had his entire week's supply of military food and supplies.

He ran through the forest silently, faster than would be expected of the average man. His team slowly caught up with him. They were communicating, but their helmets let out no sound. After several hours of constant moving and communicating with mainland command, they were near where they needed to be. Their first victim of the interim government was the interim president, Wilfred Grenfell.

Through the reticle of his sniperscope, Josef sighted Wilfred moving around his room, packing. Out front was his car and several security guards. It took nearly a half-hour of waiting.

"Command, this is Spec Commander Josef Hamsburg. Target Wilfred Grenfell is on the move, orders?" Josef sent in his status report. Wilfred was leaving.

"This is Command, your orders are to eleminate said target, repeat, eleminate target."

"Roger that." the helmet filtered all sound. The silenced sniper rifle fired at Wilfred as he walked down his driveway, hitting him in the side of the head and splattering his brains out the other side. His body fell limply still in a slight walking motion. Before they could see anything else, the team scrambled.