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Roué, the capital of the Republic of Paranne (Lycian: République da Paranne). Three Shffahkians are sitting in a limousine.

And then what?

Nothing, it would make a fine set-up for a joke is all.  Says Louque Admie, a lanky thin pale man in a suit, whom some call him the living embodiment of an academic possessing several degrees and qualifications of various backgrounds, who also happens to be the sitting president of the Collective of Ministers. Holding a pile of papers barely together with several falling from his clutches with every bump the limousine meets. 

Sounds like a pretty terrible joke. It ain't even got anythin' after. The three should be doing something... Like arm-wrestling! Replies a far heftier man, Rémy Rémy. Tall, outgoing and radiating a presence of courage, he is the current president of the Shffahkian Council. Never one to say much and one to almost always forget something important, a popular rumour of him is that he forgot his last own last name.

Well, I didn't say it would be a fine joke per se.  Says Admie as he kneels down to pick up the myriad of documents he dropped during the limousine ride. But rather that it would make a good set-up - ça veut dire - a start to one which then predisposes the listener to the comedic twist, thereby... Agh, great this year's documents for the Port-Réel Celebrations budget are besmirched in coffee.

Ah, so that's where that went. Says Adélaïde Larue as she bends to pick up the leaking thermal mug putting it back on the small pile of thermal mugs of varying colours next to her. Why did you even bring those files, to begin with? Are you planning a parade float of your own or something?

Well excuse me, but I said, many a time, I wasn't going to stop this discussion over the budget of these celebrations for anything. That includes this project of yours, going about galavanting across Paranne. As if the situation in Shffahkiaville isn't bad enough without you constantly avoiding our budget talks. Also, based on that pile haven't you had enough coffee? That addiction of yours is beginning to spiral out of control. 

You see... Larue pauses for a moment to sip her coffee. There's a difference between an addiction and a passion. 

Of course, there is. One is an all-consuming fire while the other is a spark of enlightenment, correct?

Which stop is next again? Interrupts Rémy looking at one the documents detailing their trip around Paranne. Is it the At-risk Disenfranchised Indigenous Women's Mental Health Association or Parannais Mining Rights Society? 

No, we already were at the At-risk Disenfranchised Indigenous Women's Mental Health Association back in Térémaie. Does the hour-long hike to the mining site where the protests were happening ring a bell? We had to walk all the way up the mountain because they don't allow transportation vehicles that far up the mountain. 

Those were women? They were by far too hairy to be women; one even had a beard I'm pretty sure. You're sure they weren't the miners? More importantly, you call that a mountain? I've climbed hills that were bigger than that!

They were shouting in... Louque Admie attempts to say before being cut off by Rémy. And I've climbed them without any equipment what so ever!

That's great, but how do you explain the fact that they were very clearly throwing what seemed like dirt towards mining equipment?

Maybe they were protesting salary cuts?

They were shouting in an indigenous language...

How should I know what they were speaking? And why are we even going out of our way to talk to some insane sasquatches up in the mountains? They can't even vote what's the point in that?

Larue intervenes and says Paranne loves to boast of its indigenous cultural presence. Despite only 15% or so of the population actually being made up of that particular group. So making good with that important minority smooths procedures in the long run. Besides the president's husband suggested it to us prior to our visit. 

Which one of them was the queer one again? asks Rémy abruptly.

What on Eurth do you mean? inquires Admie, flabbergasted. Émeric Dutoit is the first openly "queer," as you so blatantly put it, president of Paranne. His election was seen as a big step forward in the country.

Ah, so it's Émeric and not Sylvain?

By definition, they both are! Decries Admie, frustratedly at Rémy. And please, do not employ such a word during this trip.

What's wrong with calling the sky blue? 

The negative connotations the word drags around as baggage.

  Drag, don't tell me they... Says Rémy before being interrupted by Larue Please just stop for goodness' sake.

What if it comes up during dinner? 

I highly doubt this particular subject will come up during our dinner answers Admie.

I'm sure we can converse over other topics such as the new ADIWMHA spokesperson... Sasquatch! Interrupts Rémy. Or perhaps the unification deal Larue continues then returning to her coffee.

Ah yes, back to that. So after the dinner, we have two stops left depending on how long the pursuing negotiations are Admie preludes

They were which again? Rémy asks. 

The Animal Rescue Centre of Roué and then the... 

Wouldn't the joke be better if it began with something else than three Shffahkians? inquires Rémy. 

Excuse me, what? Admie replies with utter despair in his eyes.

Something like a Sunset Sea Islandian, a Shffahkian and a Mauridiviahn are sitting in a limousine.

That does sound more like an actual joke. Larue comments. It seems like we've almost arrived, is everything ready?

As ready as it can be. replies Admie sweating from anticipation. Let's just hope no arm-wrestling happens.

I would say the opposite, you porcelain man!  answers Rémy right as the limousine doors open to reveal the glimmer of cameras. 

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Exiting out of the armoured limousine, the three presidents make their way towards the entrance of the Roué town hall which was the approved location for the meet-up. All the while cameras record and take pictures of the three walking towards Émeric Dutoit and Franck Leroux, the president and premier of Paranne respectively. The three arrive at the entrance where they begin to make their greetings and welcomes whilst posing for various photos. 

Welcome to Paranne, Mme. President, M. President and M. President. 

Thank you, M. President and M. Premier.

It is great to see that Mme. President Larue has come all the way here. 

It has been quite an amazing experience to see Paranne and its lovely inhabitants alongside President Rémy and President Admie. Isn't it so? 

Most certainly so. Replies Admie whilst Rémy seems to have his sight directed towards one of the windows of the town hall. 

Then let us proceed inside, shall we?

After the short introductions, the five proceed into the hall. A small service tray was set up wherefrom Admie got himself a cup of coffee and a glass of water. He was balancing his large stack of documents with the two cups of water and coffee respectively. There was a small exhibition of indigenous artefacts in the hall which was divided into 5 small rooms. Having fallen a bit behind, he was just entering the first room as Larue was leaving and instinctively grabbed the coffee from Admie's hand saying Don't mind if I do, thank you. Before Admie could say anything, Larue had already gone to the second room. 

Sigh, typical. He said under his breath. 

Accompanied by the president and premier, Larue, Rémy and Admie went from room to room on a guided tour of sorts where Dutoit showed off his vast knowledge of indigenous culture and history. Rémy and Admie stayed behind in the third room as the three others continued onwards. Larue took a sip from the coffee cup immidiately regreting it. Ugh, decaf. Typical. She then proceeded to quickly throw the coffee into the trash. Meanwhile, in the third room, Admie and Rémy were starring at an old artefact. 

What's so great about some old pot? Rémy asked looking somewhat puzzled.

Well this one isn’t a pot; It’s a vase. replies Admie.

No, that’s a pot if I’ve ever seen one.

A pot would be something used for, say, cooking whilst a vase is more of a decoration.

 You saw the last rooms, the places the natives lived in. Why would they need or have vases in their mud shacks?

Not all of them liv… says Admie but before he could finish, he’s interrupted by Rémy.

I mean these pots are just damn awful. So frail. These natives wouldn’t know good pots or the appropriate amount of facial hair on a woman if it dropped from the sky through their mud cabins onto their pot-rooms and turns out those were sasquatches, not women, all along!

 What? Admie says showing an expression of pure bewilderment.

Oh, no need to worry about it, from what I’ve seen these ‘creatures’ only seem to live in some muddy huts and not in cities like Roué. Besides if one were to show up, I’d be able to handle it, I’m sure. Can’t be much harder than wrestling a jaguar, right? says Rémy giving an amicable tap to Admie’s shoulder.

However, either because of the physical strength of Rémy or the frail physique of Admie, Rémy accidentally makes Admie drop his pile of papers.

Yelling out Agh! Admie tries to quickly reach and catch some. Doing so he accidentally bumps his head on the podium atop which the object of undecided name rests. As he’s kneeling, Admie catches a glimpse of the brown object falling to the ground and shattering into dust and pieces the earlier expression of pure bewilderment turning to that of great existential dread and regret.

See! Pots as frail as feathers I say. I suppose now it doesn’t matter if it was a pot or a ‘vaase’ since pots of a feather shatter together, hah!

Rising quickly from the ground, he runs to the entrance of the room to see if anyone heard the loud shattering noise. Luckily, the noise of the media outside and the Parnnais President’s loud and obnoxious lecture of indigenous history hid the loud abruption.

Investigating the remains, Rémy picks up a small paper which was hidden inside the pot/vase. Ha! I solved it, it was neither a vase nor a pot but a bowl all the time. Sneaky aboriginal sasquatches!

Oh, shut it. whispers Admie as loudly as he can without alarming others. That bowl was worth hundreds of thousands maybe millions, and it’s hundreds of years old thus the frailty!

I wonder which one is frailer you or that bowl-pot.

We don’t have time for this! What are we going to do?

No worries, for I have a plan! Rémy proclaims as he takes the water cup from Admie’s grasps and puts it on the podium. Afterwards, he uses the fallen papers to collect the dust and hide it inside another bowl.

There! Not a trace to be found.

I’m sure no one will notice the natives inventing modern pottery a thousand years early. This is not a plan that’ll work!

Good point. Rémy proclaims. He takes the water cup and pours the water to a third bowl. He breaks off the handle of the modern cup and smears its outside with the dust that formed from the original bowl breaking. The end result looking like a failed 2nd-grade art project.

This will not work. This will not work. This will not work! We are done for!

Oh, trust me it’ll work. Now come on, we’ve fallen behind enough as is. Rémy finishes and practically pushes Admie out of the room thereafter catching up to Laure who’s had to put up with Dutoit’s vast knowledge of indigenous culture and history.

I see you two took quite particularly to the section about everyday household items. Dutoit says in a cheery manner.

Indeed, the whole section was quite the smashing hit! Rémy answers.

Quite smashing indeed. Admie says rubbing his balding head.

Well, unfortunately, that means you missed out on the rest as we’ve seemed to have run out of time.

Even the spears? Rémy inquires.

Yes, even the spears. Admie replies with great discontent towards Rémy.

 And here, I was hoping to compare them to the ones I have back home. That’ll have to wait another day it seems. Oh, well, can’t be helped. What’s up next?

Leroux replies Up next, as you most likely already know, is the dinner. We will also be accompanied by some representatives from the OAL and the new spokesperson of the ADIWMHA, Paimah Linguanguaror.

As everyone begins to return to the armoured limousine, Rémy pulls Admie over and excitedly says My goodness, they have a Sasquatch!

Admie pretending to have not heard the remarks catches up to the rest and enters the limousine. Rémy was the last one to enter the limousine.

There should be a sasquatch in the joke! Rémy says Admie's face turning pale from the recklessness of his comrade.

So, a Shffahkian, a Sunset Sea Islander and a sasquatch are sitting in the limo? Larue asks after having explained the ‘joke’ to the Premier and President.

Maybe the sasquatch could be the driver? Leroux suggests unaware of what Rémy means with the word.


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Sitting in a small conference room, the three Shffahkian delegates are looking at a laptop. Playing on the laptop is a video. A video of a 70-year-old man running senselessly around the Senate building. A wide grin can be seen on Rémy's face. Admie is looking on with great concern.

Say what you will about this, the old man knows how to run! He's in impeccable shape for his age! Rémy comments.

Certainly so...  Admie replies as the tape now shows Minister Quint barricading one of the bathroom doors from 3 other men understanding the ramifications of such actions. 

Larue silently watching the tape with an enraged expression. She knew that leaving Shffahkia to go on diplomatic missions would have consequences. Possibly risky ones. After all, when Kondukanto left Shffahkia, Vigier and his crew always held clandestine meetings to scheme. Seeing this old minister having a mental breakdown, enrages her beyond comparison. I cannot leave for a moment without all hell breaking loose! Larue thinks to herself in frustration. Finally, she decides to break the silence. What was the verdict on M. Quint's mental status?

Uh, they say he had a nervous breakdown resulting from too much stress. They also mentioned he could possibly work after some therapy. Admie answers. 

Sad, he won't be seeing the outside of a mental asylum for the rest of his life. He had a daughter and grandchildren, correct? Larue replies with candour. 

I believe he has a daughter and two grandchildren, two boys in their early 20s if I'm not mistaken. Admie answers with a concerned voice.

Oh yeah, Jean or Jeon Quint I think was one of 'em. Good kid, I went hunting with him once. Rémy reminisces. 

It's always sad to see such a young family go in an accident. Especially when their grandfather was going through such hardships. Larue claims with malice interrupting Rémy's reminiscing. I do believe you know what needs to be done?

Euh, of course, Mme. I'll make the call right away. Rémy says in a somewhat depressed tone. 

The call can wait. We have more pressing matters to deal with after all. Larue says as her expression becomes more joyful. 

The three leave the small conference room. They walk a short distance to enter a dining room. Few hours beforehand, Larue, Admie, Leroux, Dutoit and Rémy arrived at the designated meeting point, the presidential building of Paranne. The three Shffahkians got pulled aside by a Shffahkian guard who informed them that they had some business to attend to back home. The three then went to a small conference room where a laptop was awaiting them. Now that the problem had been dealt with, the three Shffakians entered the large dining room.

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The three Shffahkians entered the large glass-roofed room as the last arrivals due to their earlier distraction. In front of them was a large table spanning across the room. The three delegates took their seats and began flipping through the documents laid in front of them. In the documents were the talking points: economic reintegration, joining military and civil institutions, human rights, political freedom and land reintegration.

Directly across them, sat the Parannais negotiators. Among them were President Dutoit, Premier Leroux, Mayor Marais and the spokesperson for the ADIWMHA, Paimah Linguanguaror. The presence of the ADIWMHA alongside a few other natives’ rights groups sent a very clear message to the Shffahkia proper delegation: native rights would be central to the negotiations. 

Natives in Shffahkia are lumped into two groups: the Autochthons and the Taréque both egregiously imprecise. Taréque refers to natives situated between Shffahkia and southern Aurelia while Autochthon refers to natives living northward from the Taréque. It’s never actually been cleared what the actual distinction is. Several tribes are given either of the labels haphazardly without taking into consideration the distinct tribes. Generally, Autochthons are indigenous people in Shffahkia while Taréque are ones outside it. However, with historical expansion, the differentiation became harder and harder. 

Sitting between the two sides are members of the OAL (Organisation Aurélienne da Lysophonie). The OAL traces its origins to the Shffahkian Civil War. Originally formed in 1905 in Port-Au-Roi to protect Shffahkian and by extension Lysian history in revolutionary Shffahkia. The Collectivists led by Delacroix were determined to rid Shffahkia of every trace of religion. However, the OCC (Organisation da Culture Collective), the precursor to the OAL, argued for a conservative and more controlled conversion. They were successful in some aspects and not so much in others. Religion itself was banned and Saint-Esprit was renamed to Piranhahasse, but Sainte Catharine stayed as Catharine, many churches and holy relics were spared and saved, and statues depicting religious events and saints were stored not destroyed. The OCC became the OAL following the Shffahkian breakup in the late 70s. Its mission changed from preserving Shffahkan culture and history to reunifying Shffahkia. 

Eustache Cortot had taken this mission to heart. Cortot was the president of the OAL and a prominent politician in almost all Shffahko-states except Shffahkia proper due to him denouncing Collectivism for its cultural genocide. He was born in Baydor and lived in Lunahasse and the Western Republic. He noticed early on in his youth that there wasn’t a lot separating Shffahko-states from another besides political ideologies. “It’s as if political affiliation determines your nationality,” he thought back in those days. He would grow up adoring the past of a unified Shffahkia and hating the Esperantists for ruining this once great nation. Politically he supported Lysonism and Pan-Shffahkianism which made him banned from Shffahkia proper. 

When the Parannais-Shffahkian negotiations were announced, he saw his chance to affect Shffahkian politics if not directly, then through the unification. He wasted no time pulling all the strings he could to reach President Dutoit and scoring his spot in the negotiations. Each of the three presidents: Dutoit, Larue and Cortet saw themselves making history. Dutoit saw his chance to end the meaningless political strife and to finally put an end to indigenous and political oppression. Larue saw herself erasing the Esperantists and their harm from history thus normalizing Shffahkia from their extreme influences. But perhaps the most ambitious among them was Cortot. He saw himself being a part of something bigger than Paranne or Shffahkia proper: a glorious united Shffahkia. It wasn’t only his own chance at glory, it was the chance of glory for all Shffahkians. While Larue and Dutoit both saw Paranne as the first step in the reunification of Shffahkia, Cortot saw it as the most substantial step in the total restoration of Shffahkia.

As the discussions began, the first talking point, economic reintegration, sparked heavy debate. Shffahkia constituted Paranne’s largest trading partner mostly because most Parannais lived relatively near Shffahkia. The Shffahkians then suggested that the Shffahkian economic mode would be transferred to Paranne which was met with vehement opposition from all other participants. 

A several-hour-long debate began with one side talking about early Fulgistani and Ahranan economic policies and the other responding with Kipanese and Sunset Sea Islandian macroeconomics. Over time, the sides reached a compromise: an economic model based on State Capitalism. That way the intricate web of government-operated businesses could coexist alongside Paranne’s own private market. Moreover, it would provide room for the Shffahkian states to decide their own economic policies. As an added bonus, the Shffahkian Council and the Collective of Ministers would all be required to have a certain amount of seats reserved for the states of West Catharine, Eustathe and the Goodmen State to ensure that Collectivist economic policies wouldn’t be applied to these states by force. 

Up next were the army and civil institutions. However, with an agreed-upon economic model, they came easily. The Parannais army would be joined with the Shffahkian army with minimum layoffs. The civil institutions would be handled on a case by case basis. For example, the Service Parannais de Santé would be joined with the Programme Fédéral de Santé, while other institutions such as universities would remain in the jurisdiction of the state in question. Larue herself was an advocate for states’ rights despite being the representation of the federal government in Shffahkia. In her eyes, a problem solved by a state is better than a solution forced by the federal government.

The next topic wouldn’t go over as smoothly as the two before. Human rights have always been questionable at best in Shffahkia. The biggest concern in the reunification for Dutoit were these rights. The situation was best described with the initial response of the Shffahkian delegation: “What human rights violations?” And so once more a debate broke out and this time it seemed as if it would be the last. 

The debate was a deliberate attempt on Larue’s part to test the waters. She knew that Shffahkia’s human rights record wasn’t exactly clear. So she decided to mitigate the consequences. Easily enough, both the OAL and the Parannais didn’t hold back with their knowledge on the subject. The Shffahkian president listened attentively and then agreed to stop the stated atrocities. The most notable point on the long list was involuntary euthanasia.  One notably missing point in their long list was the Internal Police which was a great relief to the Shffahkian delegation. Larue agreed to stop everything mentioned on the list. To ensure the rest on her intentions, she even suggested that the OAL supervise the process of ending these violations. However, overseeing anything in the Shffahkian government will prove difficult as documents and papers often get lost to bureaucracy never to be seen again. This she could on to at the very least buy enough time. 

Time was a commodity Larue could afford less and less of. She was in the last year of her presidency. Her web of influence within the Collectivist Party was deteriorating because she had to focus on running the country which meant that risking a presidential election would easily go awry. Larue thought that the reunification would serve as a proper excuse to extend her presidency enough so to gather support in the newly integrated Paranne. However, she wasn’t quite ready for what would come next. 

Cortot began by stating that “It comes without saying that a reunited Shffahkia will be democratic...” With this, she agreed. “... but Shffahkia cannot continue to be a one-party state. No country that has only one political party can say that they are a democracy. It is for this reason that I ask you as the General Secretary of the Collectivist Party of Shffahkia to abolish it.

Larue was noticeably taken aback. Her expression turned from calm to surprise to almost angry. She grabbed the nearest cup to drink from it. It was a water cup and with every drop, it seemed like she was sliding more towards a mental outburst. Her thoughts we jumping all over the room. From the years she spent making the Collectivist Party her own seat of power to the idea of giving it all away. “Is this how Quint felt like?” she thought. She began trying to make various excuses. “The one-party system will be abolished but us there truly any need to abolish the party itself?” “Without the Collectivist Party, these discussions wouldn’t be happening in the first place.” “Shffahkia is a radical country and needs a radical system to normalize it.” 

The OAL and Parannais weren’t budging on the subject. She then took another cup to drink from. This time the cup was filled with coffee. Oddly the hot caffeine-rich drink helped her to compose herself in the situation. She brought her thoughts together and quickly grasped the situation once more. “And what would be the alternative?” she asked.


Dutoit replied “It would be the PLU, The Lyso-Unionist Party. A party dedicated to the reunification of Shffahkia that operates in all Shffahko-States. And of course, for abolishing the old party, you’d become the leader of this party given that both Dutoit and I shall also hold high positions.” Cortot gave Larue a paper with the PLU’s symbol. It had the Aurelian Fleur-de-Lis symbolizing Shffahkian Aurelians situated in the middle of a white sun which represents Aurelia itself all on a red and blue background symbolizing the revolution and prior Shffahkian history. The Shffahkian national colours of white and blue were present with the gold for Aurelia and red for the revolution. She thought it would serve well as a unifying symbol at least for now.

Larue became quiet once more and with her silence, it was as if the room itself became cold. She weighed her options: the Collectivists of the Lysonists. Which one would be the greater choice? She had already begun taking Shffahkia towards Lysonism. However, disbanding the Collectivist Party would mean new elections. And with new elections come new presidents. An election was not an option, but neither was the collectivist party any longer. She states that she would abolish the Collectivist Party and declare her position in the PLU, yet would not call for an election. “The political climate isn’t ready for such a radical shake-up. The Senate elections weren’t exactly three years ago. Until the end of my presidential term, no election will be held, except L’État aux Bonshommes and Mines Générales unless I decide otherwise. I’ve given enough ground and shall not change on this.” After a while of thinking, the participants agreed to her point. 2020 that would be when she would run out of time. A year. Not even that long. The clocks began ticking more than they ever did before to her. 

Paranne.pngWith all prior points agreed upon, they began on the land reintegration. Paranne wasn’t a unified state when it separated from Shffahkia rather it was composed of West Catherine, Eustathe, parts of Mines Générales and Catherine proper. Mines Générales and Catherine Proper would receive some lost land, however much of it would be kept by West Catherine. It was clear that West Catherine would wield significant political influence as a result. Mines Générales would also become far greater as it receives a large swathe of its lost territories. After the Shffahkian break-up, Mines Générales became a tiny state situated at the far end of Shffahkia. This would cease to be the case.

Mayor Marais of Port-de-Lys who had been silent for the entire discussion before began to speak. He held an inspired speech on how Port-de-Lys had changed from the backwater city to the Jewel of Paranne demanding that it’d be provided with the status of a Special Administrative Region (RAS). Larue agreed to it knowing that Catherinian politicians wouldn’t be pleased, but then again she can’t let one state become too large and powerful. 

In fact, West Catherine had been the very centre of Paranne. Reintegration would mean that Piranhahasse and Catherine proper would no longer be the only two large states. This has many implications since in Shffahkia states are very autonomous. Competition between states is an important theme in the Shffahkian political scene. So much so that citizens vote first and foremost for candidates that are from their own state. However, with 40 million Shffahkians living in only one state, it's not a surprise that Piranhahasse is home to most presidents. The addition of a large West Catherine and other smaller states would mean that it would be possible to contest the sheer size of Piranhahasse greatly reducing the influence of Larue's home state.

Another RAS region would be the dreaded Goodman State known for its Anarchy. L’État aux Bonshommes was a secluded part of Paranne which had been in a state of perpetual anarchy since the 1960s. Larue wasn’t interested in ending their little Anarcho-state, so it was for the best of all sides to leave them be. They came up with a map to represent the upcoming reintegration. From it, it was clear that Shffahkia would receive two new states with full representation within the Chamber and Senate and two special administrative regions.

Finally, it was done. A comprehensive agreement reached between Paranne and Shffahkia proper. The participants shook each others’ hands and made their way to the press room to declare their result. The meeting had lasted three times longer than expected. As the three groups entered the press room, they were met with the blinding flashes of cameras and the ceaseless questions from the reporters. Larue, Cortot and Dutoit had laid the first stones for what would surely become a mountain. 


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Shffahkia-Google-Map.pngLook at that they already made the changes to the map. That was extremely fast. Larue remarks as she's watching her phone in the limousine finally returning to Shffahkia.

So 2020... 

What about 2020?

That'll be when your term ends, correct? Which'll mean that I'll also be replaced in the Council too? Rémy asked

Well, yes, but I'm not going to step down from my position and neither are you.

There's always a but. Admie comments.  I suppose you're going to pull off some constitutional gymnastics again. 

That I am going to do. Once my term ends as President of the Federal Senate, I'll have to be reappointed to the position of Union President.

Are you sure some Nouveaux Shffahkian won't run against you? 

As long as I have the support of the new party, Senate and Chamber alongside the Council and Ministry, I won't have any problems being reappointed.

The party will surely prefer its leader to be the Union President, but the Union President needs to have the support of all four legislature to take the position. When the elections are held are you sure that the old guard won't stop your reappointment?

I won't know for sure which is why I'll be removing them from the Chamber and Senate respectively. If my knowledge serves me right, the constitution locks the numbers for the Senate and Chamber at 513 and 81 respectively. That means that by calling elections in the new states, special administrative regions, Catherine and Mines Générales, we'll have fresh new representatives and senators to replace the old guard.

Special administrative regions don't have elections because the constitution defines elections as the democratic process taking place in a state. They actually have Public Nominations. 

I actually began my political career as a Public Nominee. Rémy adds.

That's aside from the point. I'll be able to get rid of some thorns from the Senate and Chambers this way which reminds me there's no need to make the call about Quint.

Why the sudden change of mind? Admie inquires.

It's better to know where the hits are coming from than not. Larue replies as she begins to look at her phone again.

That Cortot fellow was a bit strange, don't you think? What do we have on him? Rémy inquired.

Well, he's the son of a prominent old republican in Baydor which sets off a number of alarms. It'd be most advantageous to keep an eye on him and the AOL. Larue stated. 

Especially since the AOL will be supervising the government to make sure the ehm... human resource issues. Admie replied

Exactly, which means we have a lot of documents to tear and burn. Beginning with these! Larue says as she takes three documents from Admie and proceeds to rip them to shreds.

Was that the Port-Réel Celebrations Budget!?  Admie asked with a look of outrage. 

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