Dzhunho, Captial city of KopsjeParliament Building“This is a clear provocation against the authority of our laws and the Sovereignty of our country! This Alexis Minette, this High Priestess, is effectively acting as an Achkaerinese agent. Her actions are those sanctioned by the Kangzi Emperor and his government weather they openly admit to it or not! We cannot allow such a slight against our country go unpunished! We must ensure this so called Covent t-“ the voice of a young man resonated throughout the parliamentary chamber. His words reaching the ears of all members present some nodding in agreement others silently listening, while some mad notes. The young man, a Junior member as one could tell easily with his overcompensated oration making his words seem almost scripted, was soon cut off by a female’s voice. One with far more authority and a natural composure to it.
“Ridiculous! The only provocation happening is that of this law against the people of Kopsje! The NKIM have continued to push this law, passed only by the cowardice of abstention, and now are taken aback at the realization that their supposed plan to transcend Kopsjse, our beloved country to their perverted concept of a modern state, has backfired and drawn the ire of not just our own people but that of the Kangzi world.” Following her abrupt interruption the women shot up so as to have her words heard across the chamber. Once finished she proudly smiled as her attempt to shoot down the Juniors words were met with thunderous applause. Though mainly from those around her, clearly her fellow party members.
“It is one thing to stop the flow of goods into our lands, it is entirely another to import religious figures with intent to subvert our actions as a political authority. With the Kangzi priestess’s words she has effectively invited more of her ilk to act as squatters in Yrket! Need I remind the parliament that these are not just simple fanatics but an organization who brandish swords and spend their lives learning martial skills. Are we to allow what could easily be armed Zealots to make a stronghold of one of
our cities? One that lies only a few kilometers away from the Capitol?” The young man replied, this time facing his vocal attacker directly. His words had clearly garnered the attention of many as hushed murmurs echoed through out the chamber.
Many within the parliament were beyond aware that the current situation and passage of the law was likely to be seen negatively by the Kangzi world. By all means the law had passed in an entirely fair and legal manner, regardless of what the opposition would say. Thus condemnations and sanctions were all well and fine, expected even, but this? This was something most wouldn’t have expected. Yet it had and now the question simply was how to deal with it. These thoughts and others ran through the mind of Suymenkul as he simply sat and listened to the two parties bicker back and forth, with their designated mouthpieces. Suymenkul was neither affiliated with the NKIM whom were situated to his right nor the GIL situated to his left. Instead he was a member of a third party, one that by all means had faded into obscurity by this point. The Politics of the Parliament had grown to be dominated by the two giants situated on either side, while Suymenkul and others of smaller parties dominated the center. It was quite interesting for him. If the parliament truly did reflect the views of the general populace, then from the looks of it half of Kopsje yearned for a welfare-state, while the other half sought a near total abolishment of government.
“IF I… may have the floor? It is clear we cannot allow this slight against us, against Kopsje, to go unnoticed. Equally so we cannot afford any overly swift action that would rally further Kangzi action against Kopsje nor lead to similar situation that persists in Fifth District. Thus I suggest that what this Parliament should…”
“What the parliament should do? I’ll tell you what the parliament should do! We should revoke the damn law and ban the idiocy of the NKIM from the chamber!!” A thunderous roar of a male’s voice came from Suymenkul’s left. It grew louder with each sentence and when he finished his intrusion a loud echo of applause and cheering from the left section of the chamber vocalized the similar thoughts of GIl members. As excepted NKIM members began booing and yelling back at their verbal attackers claiming the GIL to be anti-Kopsje and other political insults.
This was getting out of hand. Suymenkul tried to raise his own voice attempting too call for a motion, but was quickly drowned out by the verbal battle that was engulfing the chamber.
Dzhunho Fifth District“Hurry Ainura! We must Hurry…leave it we will get another one later!” A hushed and frantic voice filled the tense air of the tenement bloc as a family quickly gathered their belongings negotiating among themselves with what they needed as opposed to wanted. A mother was haphazardly stuffing clothes, medicines, hygiene products, anything she deemed necessary into a suitcase, chiding her young daughter upon seeing the girl trying to fit a stuffed musk doll into a backpack. She was annoyed at the sight but understood, her daughter’s insistence. The Doll had been a gift from her grandmother. She’d passed away not to long ago. The soft grunts of the girl’s attempt to pack the sentimental item echoed through out their tenement flat. The mother sighed as her commands fell upon small distracted ears, she checked a nearby clock its dull green digitalized numbers reading 7:46. The Mother grew more anxious at this sight. They’d only have about 14 minutes to leave the district before the KSG started reinforcing the curfew. There was no more time to waste, in a panicked state the mother clasped her young daughters hand lightly dragging her away, knowing she would only resist if they left the doll the mother grabbed it in her other hand. They made their way outside of the building, other families and groups with similar goals also emptying their respective tenements.
Their destination was Yrket. The mother knew of it, had even visited the suburb-town due to her work, but she’d never thought to intentionally go there. It was the words of the Kangzi Priestess that had seemingly ignited a surge of exiles to the town. The Mother wasn’t sure what exactly the Priestess meant by calling the town a Covent, or what these two religious Orders were but from what little she heard from her co-workers she understood it as a place for Namists to seek refuge. Maybe… just maybe they’d take in her daughter, let her practice her faith in peace and save her from being severed with the Eternal. Maybe. As she pulled her now calmed down child down into the streets she looked again at her watch. 7:50. Ten Minutes, they had only ten minutes to make past the crowds of protestors and reach the entry point. A new wave of urgency and anxiety filled the mother as she reached down lifting her young daughter and carrying her hurriedly making her way to the entry point.
The streets were chaotic with large amassed protestors focusing their anger towards a wall of KSG agents. Shouts of “tyranny”, “oppression”, and other insults filled the air along with protest signs, religious symbols, and Icons. This had been going on for nearly a week now but with the curfew it had grown more escalated in the past few days. It was another reason the mother so desperately wanted to leave the fitfth district. As she hurried along keeping her daughter close to her shoulders instinctually trying to protect her from anything and everything at the moment, she couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of something oddly luminescent in her peripheral. A bottle? Something was off though, it had a piece of cloth stuffed inside the… The mother disregarded everything at this moment, switching from a swift paced jog to a full out run. Holding her daughter close she shoved her way through amassed people. At last she could see the line of KSG agents and small opening among their ranks. The Entry point, she gently placed her young daughter down and grasping her hand quickly guided her towards the point. A portable neon sign revealed the time as 7:56, instructions for the amassed crowed to go indoors following. The Mother nervously glanced around as they waited in line. She noticed the KSG agents assembled slowly preparing themselves with all kinds of gear. What for, she did not want to think about.
At last it was their turn to be processed the Mother looked thankfully at the neon sign which read 7:58. A young women smartly dressed but lacking the more geared out appearance of the KSG agents, gave them a small smile waving them over. She promptly asked them to produce authorized papers to which the mother gladly reached in her pocket managing to produce, one?! That couldn’t be right she knew she had mad preparations for the both of them. The mother gave an apologetic smile as she began ruffling through her things desperately looking for the other documents. A sudden scream to behind her distracted her attention away. She only managed to catch a glimpse of an orange iridescent object before it crashed against the riot shields of the KSG line exploding into a fiery yellow-reddish mass.
“Lock it down, lock it all down!” She could hear the orders of the young women, her voice a mix of frustration and anxiety. As she commanded KSG Agents began crowding along the line demanding everyone return to their homes.
“No wait! Please, take my daughter she has a pass!” The mother pleaded, gently tugging on the younger women’s uniform.
“I..I can’t. Minors, can not leave with out supervision, you know th-” the young woman began droning on lines she had seemingly memorized. It was clear she wasn’t even paying attention to the pleading mother her worries and attention drawn to the increasingly tense scene of the streets.
“Please, Udak, she is all I have left! I just want her to be safe please...”
“Fine, fine! Just hurry it up!” With that the mother handed her daughter over to the young woman. Who gently yet frantically began pulling the girl away, the child’s wailing for her mother soon being drowned out by the loud yelling and clashing of the mob engaging with the KSG Agents.
Town of YrketSouthern Kopsje“No you can’t! You’ve no right, that is private property!” The protests of an elderly man rang out louder than necessary in an attempt to draw more attention. He owned a local café, one of the most well known in Yrket in fact, and under any normal circumstance the KSG would avoid creating such a scene.
“And
this is a legally recognized public place. Now piss off before I detain you for interfering.” Came the reply of an annoyed KSG agent, scenes like this were playing across the small town of Yrket. All of Kopsje for that matter. Kyrzun, Rus, Kopsjenese or Kangzi, it didn’t matter the only places left uninterrupted were the churches and temples of the various faiths. Though many suspected it was only a matter of time.
The Town of Yrket was hardly a large destination spot. Its proximity to the so called “Gem of Kopsje” Dzunho, made the small suburban town little more than a footnote to most who heard of it. It was for all intents and purposes a sleepy, easy going, town. The Bustle and chaos of Dzunho absent, in its place the tranquility of the more natural surroundings. So it had been, so it was supposed to be. Yet as fate would have it the norm was to suddenly be disrupted by an influx of newcomers, both Kospjense and Knagzi. It was a situation that had created much confusion for the residents and a headache for the local KSG.
“Anything new to report?” The uninterested voice of a man inquired, followed by the sipping of a drink. His name was Pukak, and as far as anyone was concerned, he was technically in charge of Yrket as the leader of the local KSG. He stood with some of his fellows all having their attention turned focused on the group of Kangzi individuals they’d come to know as the Maiden Sisters, and now apparently this, Acolyte Order. Ever since the
announcement by the High Priestess, their little sleepy town of Yrekt had managed to garner national attention.
“Other than the seeming exodus from Dzunho, nothing out of the ordinary. There are occasionally new Kangzi showing up at the Namist Temple, but otherwise…” one of the surveying agents responded. The whole situation had proved to be, strange, to say the least their town usually only dealing with occasional thievery and drunken brawls. Now they were practically staring down these Namists everyday as if both sides were just waiting for the other to make the first move.
“Why don’t we just detain them? They obviously aren’t here to pray, or whatever they do.” Another, younger voice asked. The sudden appearance of the Kangzi religious figures had put many on edge, no doubt due to their brandishing of various bladed weapons.
“Under what charges though? Legally, they haven’t done anything…yet anyway.” The first agent replied their eyes not moving from the robbed figures of the Namists.
“Alright enough. I expect both of you to keep your personal views in check while on duty. If anything happens, we’ll be ready.” With that Pukak took another sip of his drink, another glance at the Namist temple and headed back inside the KSG building. He knew things were about to get interesting. Most likely for the worst.
Near the western entrance to Yrket, two KSG agents had stopped a woman, clearly Kangzi and dawning a similar robe like those at the Namist temple. One of them pointed to some kind of medallion or other necklace like object. From the looks of it, a symbol of the Namist faith.
“You got authorization to be carrying that around?... matter of fact, those require authorization too. You’re going to need to produce some documents missy, would be a shame if we’d have to confiscate these…” One of the agents asked, the other chiming in and pointing at sheathed blade. It was clear they stopped the women for their own purposes, whether it be an over-zealous sense of duty, now surfacing xenophobia, or simply out of boredom. Whatever the case may-be it was obvious two KSG agents wouldn’t let the women pass until they were satisfied.