Mirkana
09-01-2007, 05:18
The news anchor, Kary Tarkhin, sat at the desk in her Air Force uniform. She looked very sad.
"Today is a sad day for all of Mirkana, following the death of General Ken Remmol last night from heart faliure. General Remmol, as is well known, took power in a stunning military coup in 1979, and effectively created the Mirkana we know today. Ambassador-General Yuri Jackson made the following statement:
The scene shifts to the press room at Mt. Stronghold. General Jackson stands at the podium.
"Last night, General Remmol passed away. We kept his illness a secret so that nobody would attempt to take advantage of any instability. In his final days, he made clear to us his intentions for the transitional period. However, his actual will was stored on his computer, protected by several layers of encryption. He stated that only after his death, he would authorize our codebreaking teams to decrypt it. This was accomplished ten minutes ago. I have been asked to read out Remmol's will."
Jackson pulls out a piece of paper. He begins to read, slowly.
"'To the people of Mirkana:
If you are hearing this, then I have passed away. I will not describe my intended funeral proceedings, as any Mirkanan should be able to figure out what those would be. Instead, I will tell you how this country should proceed, now that I am dead.
As many of you have suspected, I am sterile. This was a result of an unfortunate injury during my training at the Military Academy, and is also the reason I never served in the combat arms. Consequently, I have no children to leave my possessions, let alone the rulership of this country.
Yet I do. You, the people of Mirkana, are my children. I forged a new society, and you are the result. And few people have children so smart, so determined, so practical, so brave, so loyal, and so strong, as I do. So, I decided that it is to you that I leave my country.
From this day on, Mirkana is a democracy of sorts. The Commander-In-Chief shall be an elected position with a ten-year term. The requirements are that one is a Mirkanan citizen, has served in the military for ten years, and has at least reached the rank of Captain in his or her branch of service, in order to ensure that he or she is a capable leader. The minimum voting age shall be eighteen. Any changes to this law shall require a referendum of the people. Should a Commander-In-Chief seek to violate these rules, a military coup would be in order.
I wish you fortune in the days after my death."
General Jackson folded the paper. He did not say another word.
"Today is a sad day for all of Mirkana, following the death of General Ken Remmol last night from heart faliure. General Remmol, as is well known, took power in a stunning military coup in 1979, and effectively created the Mirkana we know today. Ambassador-General Yuri Jackson made the following statement:
The scene shifts to the press room at Mt. Stronghold. General Jackson stands at the podium.
"Last night, General Remmol passed away. We kept his illness a secret so that nobody would attempt to take advantage of any instability. In his final days, he made clear to us his intentions for the transitional period. However, his actual will was stored on his computer, protected by several layers of encryption. He stated that only after his death, he would authorize our codebreaking teams to decrypt it. This was accomplished ten minutes ago. I have been asked to read out Remmol's will."
Jackson pulls out a piece of paper. He begins to read, slowly.
"'To the people of Mirkana:
If you are hearing this, then I have passed away. I will not describe my intended funeral proceedings, as any Mirkanan should be able to figure out what those would be. Instead, I will tell you how this country should proceed, now that I am dead.
As many of you have suspected, I am sterile. This was a result of an unfortunate injury during my training at the Military Academy, and is also the reason I never served in the combat arms. Consequently, I have no children to leave my possessions, let alone the rulership of this country.
Yet I do. You, the people of Mirkana, are my children. I forged a new society, and you are the result. And few people have children so smart, so determined, so practical, so brave, so loyal, and so strong, as I do. So, I decided that it is to you that I leave my country.
From this day on, Mirkana is a democracy of sorts. The Commander-In-Chief shall be an elected position with a ten-year term. The requirements are that one is a Mirkanan citizen, has served in the military for ten years, and has at least reached the rank of Captain in his or her branch of service, in order to ensure that he or she is a capable leader. The minimum voting age shall be eighteen. Any changes to this law shall require a referendum of the people. Should a Commander-In-Chief seek to violate these rules, a military coup would be in order.
I wish you fortune in the days after my death."
General Jackson folded the paper. He did not say another word.