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Vignettes / Mending The Torn Flag
« on: May 08, 2020, 09:26:41 AM »
Jinduming tiredly listened to the Electorate bicker as he watched from the royal balcony perched above the chamber’s entrance. The reporters’ booths were empty as always- they weren’t allowed in until the last ten minutes of the five-hour session.
He checked his watch. Five minutes to recess.
The legislators had been arguing since morning over a single measure- originally adding the Wilderjaern forces to the military for a service span of ten years instead- and it had seen countless revisions now, just an act to increase the Wilderjaegern service by a few months.
They'll throw it out soon, he thought to himself. He had half a mind to throw the law out right now, but the Electorate could always override him with a 2/3s vote, yet that could be overturned by the Imperial Supreme Court overruling them, and then the Electorate could overrule both of them-
He shut his eyes, sighing. His gut stabbed out in pain as he leaned back, causing him to lurch back forwards.
Grasping the already crinkled sheet of paper in his hands, he bent forward in his seat, gasping for breath as his servant hurried up to him, uncapping an army injector. A House Guard exposed his vein even as he struggled to sit upright, then gritted his teeth as he heard the quick hiss of the injector on his inner elbow.
As the pain gradually subsided, he became aware of the still-ongoing din below him, then President Herminstaat call recess.
He pulled himself up despite quiet urges from his servants and guards, and balanced his hands on the railing, letting the light of the chamber illuminate his full form for all below to see. He waited for their attention to catch his unusual pose, the noise eventually lowering to an uncomfortable silence.
Jinduming cleared his throat, taking a final glance from the paper and began to speak.
"I hope you are all well today. I have a situation to bring up. In recent weeks, my physicians have informed me that an unfortunate chemical residue from the Civil War in my gut will cause my death in an inconvenient amount of time. I have placed my succession in the hands of the Crown Prince. You all have many questions, but I have no opportunity to answer them. I have now realized too late that as I pushed the nation to reemergence that I left too many ends untied. The erratic actions of the IFC during the Sinsic and my own during the various other international issues have shown that what is needed is a reformation of the Imperial Administration at large. I will be taking measures as needed to correct this issue as well as the time allotted to me allows."
His vision swept the whole chamber, eyeing the shocked expressions of the Electorate.
"That is all."
He turned and left, headed for the Imperial Palace. He motioned to a servant. "Call the Crown Prince to my office immediately."
"Sorry I'm late, the royal train was delayed by the Electorate transports leaving-"
The 29-year old Crown Prince burst into the room to find his father seated with a bottle of baijiu before him, a glass full in hand. Jinxingguo strode to him, swiping the bottle off the table and setting it on the floor beside him.
"You're dying from liver failure and you're drinking alcohol?"
Jinduming managed a weak smile. "Might as well. Listen." He leaned forward, his expression hardening. "When I'm gone, you're the ruler. Do as you will- it's your nation now. That's what my father said before he passed. Do as you will. Just- just don't-"
He groaned, shaking with convulsions, causing the Crown Prince to catch him before he planted his face onto the desk. "-Don't let the nation burn down again. Dissolve the Electorate, form a dictatorship, welcome the democratics-, don't, just don't let another civil war tear the nation down."
Jinxingguo turned towards the doors. "Guards! Get a doctor! Now!"
He was pulled back to the desk as Jinduming yanked him close by the collar.
"Promise me. Please."
The Crown Prince blinked in surprise, replying, "I.. I will."
The Emperor-Admiral stared into his son's eyes a final time and nodded, allowing the doctors and guards behind them to check him over.
He checked his watch. Five minutes to recess.
The legislators had been arguing since morning over a single measure- originally adding the Wilderjaern forces to the military for a service span of ten years instead- and it had seen countless revisions now, just an act to increase the Wilderjaegern service by a few months.
They'll throw it out soon, he thought to himself. He had half a mind to throw the law out right now, but the Electorate could always override him with a 2/3s vote, yet that could be overturned by the Imperial Supreme Court overruling them, and then the Electorate could overrule both of them-
He shut his eyes, sighing. His gut stabbed out in pain as he leaned back, causing him to lurch back forwards.
Grasping the already crinkled sheet of paper in his hands, he bent forward in his seat, gasping for breath as his servant hurried up to him, uncapping an army injector. A House Guard exposed his vein even as he struggled to sit upright, then gritted his teeth as he heard the quick hiss of the injector on his inner elbow.
As the pain gradually subsided, he became aware of the still-ongoing din below him, then President Herminstaat call recess.
He pulled himself up despite quiet urges from his servants and guards, and balanced his hands on the railing, letting the light of the chamber illuminate his full form for all below to see. He waited for their attention to catch his unusual pose, the noise eventually lowering to an uncomfortable silence.
Jinduming cleared his throat, taking a final glance from the paper and began to speak.
"I hope you are all well today. I have a situation to bring up. In recent weeks, my physicians have informed me that an unfortunate chemical residue from the Civil War in my gut will cause my death in an inconvenient amount of time. I have placed my succession in the hands of the Crown Prince. You all have many questions, but I have no opportunity to answer them. I have now realized too late that as I pushed the nation to reemergence that I left too many ends untied. The erratic actions of the IFC during the Sinsic and my own during the various other international issues have shown that what is needed is a reformation of the Imperial Administration at large. I will be taking measures as needed to correct this issue as well as the time allotted to me allows."
His vision swept the whole chamber, eyeing the shocked expressions of the Electorate.
"That is all."
He turned and left, headed for the Imperial Palace. He motioned to a servant. "Call the Crown Prince to my office immediately."
"Sorry I'm late, the royal train was delayed by the Electorate transports leaving-"
The 29-year old Crown Prince burst into the room to find his father seated with a bottle of baijiu before him, a glass full in hand. Jinxingguo strode to him, swiping the bottle off the table and setting it on the floor beside him.
"You're dying from liver failure and you're drinking alcohol?"
Jinduming managed a weak smile. "Might as well. Listen." He leaned forward, his expression hardening. "When I'm gone, you're the ruler. Do as you will- it's your nation now. That's what my father said before he passed. Do as you will. Just- just don't-"
He groaned, shaking with convulsions, causing the Crown Prince to catch him before he planted his face onto the desk. "-Don't let the nation burn down again. Dissolve the Electorate, form a dictatorship, welcome the democratics-, don't, just don't let another civil war tear the nation down."
Jinxingguo turned towards the doors. "Guards! Get a doctor! Now!"
He was pulled back to the desk as Jinduming yanked him close by the collar.
"Promise me. Please."
The Crown Prince blinked in surprise, replying, "I.. I will."
The Emperor-Admiral stared into his son's eyes a final time and nodded, allowing the doctors and guards behind them to check him over.