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Post by alxeu on Aug 27, 2019 10:04:18 GMT -5
Ratifications of the Eonivelt Recognition Act and the National Interstate Act
The Eonivelt Recognition Act, Passed 505-0
The Eonivelt Recognition Act officially ends the Lusatian Economic Embargo against Eonivelt, and invites the Eoni government to establish an embassy in the old site of the embassy of Luclistan.
The Act was passed in recognition of the massive March on the Lusatian Capital of Kazimierzgrad, and was an attempt to indicate the government took their concerns seriously.
The National Interstate Act, Passed 260-252
Noting the outdated state of Lusatia's highway system, the Act approved funding for a massive new interstate system of roads connecting the state capitals of Lusatia, and also sets aside funding for road construction to Lusatia's borders, should neighbors wish to connect road networks.
The Act was opposed by Popular Front, as opponents claimed it did little to resolve true economic problems within Lusatia, ignoring the tenant farmers and profiting mainly the urban and growing suburban populations. |
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Post by alxeu on Sept 12, 2019 22:54:17 GMT -5
Minutes from a Cabinet Meeting, 6:30 PM, 18th of Foa, 1960
(Coloring of the names indicates part affiliation. Blue is the Conservatives, Yellow is the Liberals, and the darker yellow is the Agrarians.)
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Post by alxeu on Sept 13, 2019 13:55:27 GMT -5
Contingency Plans, 1960-4-27, 19:45LIA Headquarters, 417 Anders Ave, Kazimierzgrad
It was a rainy evening at the office, and most of the staff had gone home for the day. Most. Deputy Director Michał Zagórny lit a cigarette as he idly considered the director's latest orders, sitting uncomfortably at his desk gazing out at the mostly empty office. While reading various reports regarding potential actions that could be taken to proceed in an execution of Contingency Plan Alpha, he heard a knock on his door, and, moments later, the door opening to reveal the Director himself.
"Made any progress between cigarettes? This is top priority, and I expect it done by the end of the week."
Zagórny looked up, and scoffed.
"The plans you're asking me to draft aren't exactly things one can make up in an afternoon. What you're asking me to do requires significant consideration: there's a lot of angles that need to be considered if you're going to kill someone that well-protected."
Director Kusak frowned.
"I know men in the lower echelons of this agency who'd be able to come up with a functional plan in two days."
"But you can't trust their loyalty, and if they were that competent, they'd be the one's in this chair, not me. Listen, Boss, I know you want this done quickly, and quietly, but these things take time. I have a bunch of people I need to gather information from without fully tipping them off as to what I'm compiling this information for. Furthermore, I can't work on this all the time, either. I can't risk some new hire walking in while I'm typing up plans to kill the Prime Minister."
The Director grumpily nodded his head, out of all his subordinates, Zagórny was always the most level-headed.
"You're right, you're right. All I'm asking is for this to be done sooner, rather than later, so that this information isn't just lying around any longer than necessary. Plans like this are far outside the scope of our Agency, and both of our heads are going to be on pikes if the government found out we had Contingency Plans to eliminate it. I may have significant clout in the Sejm, but I don't doubt for a minute they'd kick me to the curb if they thought their lives were endangered."
"Speaking of the plans, though, I've contacted Sikorski, and let him know what I could. He's in, provided we can protect him from the fallout."
"He should know if we succeed with this, we will be able to protect him from the subsequent investigation. The Royal Guard wouldn't want to pursue the truth once they know where it leads, as it means destroying any credible opposition to Communist rule, if our part in the Contingency Plan is revealed."
The Director looked at his watch.
"I'm leaving... Don't stay too late, Zagórny, I need your mind in top shape while you write out this plan."
"Whatever you say, Boss." |
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Post by alxeu on Sept 17, 2019 18:36:47 GMT -5
Plans Have Changed, 1960-5-7, 7:25LIA Headquarters, 417 Anders Ave, Kazimierzgrad
Michał Zagórny lit another cigarette as he read the weekly newspaper. The Prime Minister really knows how to make a mess of things, he noted, reading the headline on the paper. Most of the rest of the articles were about random useless pop culture, and those that weren't simply weren't useful. Nothing important happening, he thought, though perhaps that's a good thing.
Hearing a knock on his door, he put down his legs from their resting place on his desk, and put down the paper, though he kept the cigarette firmly in position between his fingers as he shouted, "Come in!"
It was the Director, again, like always, it seemed nowadays. He seemed angrier than usual, though. Zagórny snuffed out his smoke, and sat up fully, and in a slightly less terse tone of voice spoke again, "Morning, Director, what do you need?"
The Director responded snappily, "What I need is a few bottles of liquid forgetfulness, or at least whatever weak lager they make in Rybnik. Frustratingly, there appears to be a few factors I didn't consider when I asked you to make those plans, Michał."
Michał looked the Director up and down another time. He clearly needed some more sleep, it seemed, but he suspected the Director wouldn't take his advice, so, instead, he offered the Director a cigarette, and asked, "And what would those factors be, sir? The Institute, the Imperial Secret Service, or the Prime Minister's complete lack of redeeming qualities?"
As the Director lit the offered cigarette, he shook his head and responded, "Not any one of them, all three, and then the King himself. The way I see things, the spy agencies can be handled by ensuring that whatever we end up doing, the perpetrator and his belongings end up destroyed during the act. If they can't figure out why he did it, the trail goes cold there, and an investigation won't find squat we don't set them up to find."
"The Prime Minister can be handled, too. If nothing else, he and the Conservatives should still be in power until 1962. We've got two years to plan the perfect assassination, in any case, as the King absolutely won't dismiss the government if he can help it. It'd take a truly self-destructive act to do such a thing, and even at his worst, the Prime Minister is only really a bumbling idiot."
"The King's the real threat. Even if we do everything as planned, he may yet not be convinced that the Communists should be taken care of immediately afterwards. He may hesitate, which may play into a hardliner coup."
Michał interrupted the Director there, "And that is why we've got Sikorski on our side, and why we'll approach Duke Worthington after the deed is done. They'll provide adequate pressure from different angles to convince the King to take action, even if we fail to do so ourselves. Regardless, if it makes you feel better, I'll come up with contingencies for the Contingency. Just please, don't worry about it and get some rest, okay? You told me my mind needed to be in top shape, well so does yours, alright?"
The Director scowled, "Don't worry about me, just do your job." On his way out, as he started closing the door, he stopped and looked back, "Though, perhaps I'll come in late tomorrow. It wouldn't hurt to get some extra sleep in a time like this, I guess." |
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Post by alxeu on Sept 23, 2019 22:10:44 GMT -5
The Ruminating King, Stay 4th, 1960.The reports of the attack on the Interior Minister hit King Stanislaw IV hard, and the King chose to seclude himself for several days in the Palace, refusing to see any visitors while he struggled to rationalize the troubles Lusatia was facing. After several days where the only guests he received was royal chefs and aids bringing him food, when Duke Percival V, Commander of the Royal Guard, finally decided that the stubborn isolation of the King had to end, and he forced his entry into the King's quarters.
When he entered, he approached the King, and spoke, "Your Majesty, I'm hoping I haven't interrupted your brooding?"
The King didn't react, besides glancing over at Percival, and, after a moment of silence, spoke, "I wasn't aware that protocol for the Royal Guard included intruding into my room, and being sarcastic, though I think I'll let it slide, this time. What do you want?"
Percival would lean against the wall, and looking directly at the King, would say, "Simple, really. I'd like you to stop focusing on whatever it is you're thinking about, and return to ruling your country. It doesn't look the best if you've locked yourself away from all visitors. People will get concerned."
The King scoffed at this, "If they do, they are reading too much into my own actions, and not enough into the actions of the dolts actually making decisions in this country. The Prime Minister's butchering of the Civil Rights issues caused a lunatic to shoot at a member of the government, and now he's planning retribution in kind. He's going to get himself thrown out of office, and who'll replace him then?"
Percival raised his eyebrow, "If you've got a problem with the Prime Minister, you could always fire him. The Conservatives will find another leader."
"But the message would be clear: I've lost confidence in the Conservatives."
"Isn't that true? B-Before you continue, I do understand the political fallout of the action, I'm just saying, you could easily stay on top of the Communists if need be, they'll never find the political support to abolish the monarchy."
"While I'm alive. What about when I'm dead? The House of Lords will be gone, and they'll just block attempts to crown a new monarch, so we'll defacto become a republic, and one that isn't particularly friendly to opposing methods of thought. I've read about what some of those people think. Not all of them are as friendly as the guy they've got running the show. If the Prime Minister doesn't clean up his act, it won't be long until he's gone for good."
"So what are you going to do about it?" Percival asked.
The King leaned away from his study. "For now? Nothing. In the future? I'll put pressure on the Conservative leadership to find a different man for the next election, while doing everything I can to mitigate the awfulness of the Prime Minister's decisions. I'll send an official note to the Cabinet requesting them to immediately suspend their actions against the protesters, and return to the norm of just arresting the unruly, law-breaking ones. In the meantime, I want the Guard to keep an eye on police activity, and protect the protesters in the Capital. Let them know ahead of time that we're doing this, of course."
Percival nodded at the orders, and prepared to leave, but the King interjected one last time, "Oh, and Percival? Don't go barging in like this again."
The Commander of the Royal Guard smirked, and said, "I'll make no promises. All today has proven to me is that sometimes you need someone to check in on you." |
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