Eternity RPC Board
05-12-2017, 10:16 PM
Septem 1525
“What is the meaning of this?” Sovinov shouted angrily as he burst through the doors and into the main chamber of the former Supreme Council. It was oddly reminiscent of his first visit here, when he overthrew the Communist government. The National Committee was gathered together, discussing the plight of farmers in Golny or some such thing. In the chairman’s seat, Sovinov’s seat, sat Abaty Shapsug.
Shapsug looked extremely annoyed at the outburst. “What are you yelling about?” he asked.
Sovinov pointed a finger at Shapsug. “Get out of that chair, I am the chairman.”
“No, you were voted out of the chairmanship. I am the new chairman,” Shapsug replied.
“You can’t do that!” Sovinov huffed, his face red. “I was not even here for the vote!”
“That was your own fault. It was posted on the Committee’s agenda. Perhaps if you bothered to actually look at it every once in a while, you might have been better informed. Perhaps if you had actually bothered to do your job, you might not be in this situation.”
“You slimy-” Sovinov began, but he was interrupted by a tug on his arm. His chief of staff, Gushina, was practically begging him without speaking to step out. Eventually, Sovinov went with his chief of staff and stepped out of the chamber. “This is outrageous!” he said.
“I know, I know,” Gushina said. “He’s a slimy little shit. He added the vote to the agenda at the last minute. Many our our allies were not here for the vote, though I’m not sure if it would have changed anything if it were here.” Gushina sighed. “This is my fault. I should have been more vigilant. I should have foreseen Shapsug trying something like this.”
“No, Diyda, it is not your fault. It is mine. Shapsug may be a communist and a snake, but I should have not let my guard down. The carrion birds have come to feast on the corpse of the Socialist Union, and we are the first victim.” Sovinov shook his head sadly. “This is nothing more than a coup, a silent one with the support of much of the government, but a coup nonetheless. I have no doubt that Shapsug and his traitorous ilk have bad intentions for our homeland. The only thing that I can do now is try to stop them.”
Over the next month, things only worsened for Sovinov’s camp. As chairman, Shapsug now had power over the appointment of new personnel. Sovinov’s old revolutionary comrade Tiguan Arikshu had been replaced as interim Interior Minister. Miza Foqua, who was simultaneously the Sovinov’s personal security chief and the head of Mazaghea’s fledgling intelligence agency, had been fired. Although some of his friends were still in positions in the government and military, Sovinov was almost completely powerless to do anything about Shapsug now that he had the support of most of the Committee. Sovinov had fallen out of favor with Mazaghea’s ruling class.
“What is the meaning of this?” Sovinov shouted angrily as he burst through the doors and into the main chamber of the former Supreme Council. It was oddly reminiscent of his first visit here, when he overthrew the Communist government. The National Committee was gathered together, discussing the plight of farmers in Golny or some such thing. In the chairman’s seat, Sovinov’s seat, sat Abaty Shapsug.
Shapsug looked extremely annoyed at the outburst. “What are you yelling about?” he asked.
Sovinov pointed a finger at Shapsug. “Get out of that chair, I am the chairman.”
“No, you were voted out of the chairmanship. I am the new chairman,” Shapsug replied.
“You can’t do that!” Sovinov huffed, his face red. “I was not even here for the vote!”
“That was your own fault. It was posted on the Committee’s agenda. Perhaps if you bothered to actually look at it every once in a while, you might have been better informed. Perhaps if you had actually bothered to do your job, you might not be in this situation.”
“You slimy-” Sovinov began, but he was interrupted by a tug on his arm. His chief of staff, Gushina, was practically begging him without speaking to step out. Eventually, Sovinov went with his chief of staff and stepped out of the chamber. “This is outrageous!” he said.
“I know, I know,” Gushina said. “He’s a slimy little shit. He added the vote to the agenda at the last minute. Many our our allies were not here for the vote, though I’m not sure if it would have changed anything if it were here.” Gushina sighed. “This is my fault. I should have been more vigilant. I should have foreseen Shapsug trying something like this.”
“No, Diyda, it is not your fault. It is mine. Shapsug may be a communist and a snake, but I should have not let my guard down. The carrion birds have come to feast on the corpse of the Socialist Union, and we are the first victim.” Sovinov shook his head sadly. “This is nothing more than a coup, a silent one with the support of much of the government, but a coup nonetheless. I have no doubt that Shapsug and his traitorous ilk have bad intentions for our homeland. The only thing that I can do now is try to stop them.”
Over the next month, things only worsened for Sovinov’s camp. As chairman, Shapsug now had power over the appointment of new personnel. Sovinov’s old revolutionary comrade Tiguan Arikshu had been replaced as interim Interior Minister. Miza Foqua, who was simultaneously the Sovinov’s personal security chief and the head of Mazaghea’s fledgling intelligence agency, had been fired. Although some of his friends were still in positions in the government and military, Sovinov was almost completely powerless to do anything about Shapsug now that he had the support of most of the Committee. Sovinov had fallen out of favor with Mazaghea’s ruling class.