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The Assembly Chamber - RepublicanProvisionalAssembly - 08-06-2024
REPUBLICAN PROVISIONAL ASSEMBLY
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ASSEMBLY CHAMBER
The Chamber used to be located on Arranmore, but has since been moved to Connacht Depot as the latter grew into an important RPA hub. There are many issues afflicting the young Republic that get brought up in this room. Representatives of worker collectives, civilian enclaves and warship crews that make up the Assembly gather on this floor to bring their cases before the Chancellor.
Due to wartime strains, it is rare for the entire Assembly to gather for a session. It usually happens for important decisions like the election of a new Chancellor. But only a few members are involved in the day-to-day tasks of running the Republic. They are the Chancellor himself and his team of assistants, collectively known as the Chancellor's Office, the Admiral of the Provisional Republic Fleet, the heads of the Mining Corps and the Free Dublin Shipping Company, the Director of Assembly Military Intelligence, base administrators and the commanders of major cells.
Allowances are made for Assembly members whose regular duties prevent them from regularly participating in the political process. They are sent regular updates, are able to cast their votes remotely, and can have another member present their case on their behalf via written word. Though it is customary to vote on new legislation, in practice these votes are mostly symbolic. The Chancellor's emergency powers grant the office vast authority over the Assembly, and though he must still balance the opinions of the Assembly's different factions, he is not required to bog every minor decision down in the democratic process.
Due to wartime strains, it is rare for the entire Assembly to gather for a session. It usually happens for important decisions like the election of a new Chancellor. But only a few members are involved in the day-to-day tasks of running the Republic. They are the Chancellor himself and his team of assistants, collectively known as the Chancellor's Office, the Admiral of the Provisional Republic Fleet, the heads of the Mining Corps and the Free Dublin Shipping Company, the Director of Assembly Military Intelligence, base administrators and the commanders of major cells.
Allowances are made for Assembly members whose regular duties prevent them from regularly participating in the political process. They are sent regular updates, are able to cast their votes remotely, and can have another member present their case on their behalf via written word. Though it is customary to vote on new legislation, in practice these votes are mostly symbolic. The Chancellor's emergency powers grant the office vast authority over the Assembly, and though he must still balance the opinions of the Assembly's different factions, he is not required to bog every minor decision down in the democratic process.
RE: The Assembly Chamber - jammi - 08-06-2024
CHIEF EWAN THOMAS, CHARTIST RADICALS
The Llandgynidr Armoury had moored an hour or so earlier; the hulking Pilgrim's scored and pitted hull cast a looming shadow over Connacht's berths. The ship was a mobile carrier of sorts for fighters from the Chartist Radicals Alliance. They'd pledged their allegiance to the Provisional Assembly in the run-up to the liberation of Dublin. Ewan Thomas - the wing's spokesman - had requested a talking slot on the Assembly floor and had been duly authorised by the Chancellor's Office.
Ewan was a relatively short man - stocky, greying and leaning into his mid 40s. He stepped up to the podium, frowning at the empty chairs around the chamber. His crew and a few disinterested pilots were lounging around, waiting for the funfair to begin. He cleared his throat and addressed the camera instead, knowing more would be watching remotely from their ships. "I'm a man o' Leeds. Then the war came, and I was shunted to New London. And then off to Sprague, out of sight and out of mind. For decades, aye, I was a BMM man - working the alloy plants and foundries. I was in with the underground unions, running with Chartists, pushing for change and reform - 'one man, one vote' - 'a fair day's work for a fair day's wage'." He paused for a moment.
"There were a lot of folk in those factories that thought the Mollys had the right of it - day in, day out, they saw the brutality BMM wrought on them. Symptoms of a careless, negligent Crown and a sneering, self-absorbed class system of aristocracy. And they - we - put our demands out the so called "right" way, peacefully, democratically, with the Bretonian Worker's Charter. But we know how that ended. Parliament's rigged. The only language these bastards understand is violence."
"The people on Sprague know that. They see violence every day. BPA enforcers brutalisin' folk with reasonable complaints. CDI gangsters stealing basic necessities. BHG carrying out murder on a nod and a wink from Crown Corporations. There is resentment there. There is rage there. There is a will to do what needs to be done." He gripped the sides of the podium, his knuckles whitening as he leaned forward. Members of the audience narrowed their eyes, feeling a change in the atmosphere. "So why the fuck are we abandoning them?" The audience immediately broke out in jeers and catcalls.
"The Dublin Front is a vampire, bleedin' us dry. Every day, Arranmore asks for more fighters, more men, more freighters, more supplies." The jeering got louder, some shouting 'traitor' or similar insults. "Fuck you, pal, I'll have my say 'fore I cede the floor," Ewan spat. "Lisburn gave more to Dublin than anywhere else. Green recruits from Sprague fed themselves to the Essex's guns to give the Shillelagh time to win our greatest victory to date. We stepped up to die and die and die because we knew the Mollys could reforge Bretonia into something just and fair."
There was a muffled shout from the back of the room as someone got up to intervene and one of Ewan's crew tackled them. "If we try to fight this war on the Crown's terms, we're fucked. Arranmore will cannibalise the movement, and there'll be nothing left but a carcass for the Corsairs to pick over in Cambridge, and the Gaians in Newcastle. The Crown will never give up on Dublin, there's too much money at stake. Our only shot is the Bretonian people. Sprague. Tear down the whole rotten edifice. Stop taking our fuckin' resources so we can put the boot in where it really matters."
"When Sprague rises in rebellion, Dublin will be safe. Until then, we're just waiting for the hangman's noose. I cede the floor." The vidfeed broadcast Ewan rolling up his sleeves and stepping out of the spotlight into the relative darkness. Furious shouting from off screen continued, with the mood a hair away from riotous.
Ewan was a relatively short man - stocky, greying and leaning into his mid 40s. He stepped up to the podium, frowning at the empty chairs around the chamber. His crew and a few disinterested pilots were lounging around, waiting for the funfair to begin. He cleared his throat and addressed the camera instead, knowing more would be watching remotely from their ships. "I'm a man o' Leeds. Then the war came, and I was shunted to New London. And then off to Sprague, out of sight and out of mind. For decades, aye, I was a BMM man - working the alloy plants and foundries. I was in with the underground unions, running with Chartists, pushing for change and reform - 'one man, one vote' - 'a fair day's work for a fair day's wage'." He paused for a moment.
"There were a lot of folk in those factories that thought the Mollys had the right of it - day in, day out, they saw the brutality BMM wrought on them. Symptoms of a careless, negligent Crown and a sneering, self-absorbed class system of aristocracy. And they - we - put our demands out the so called "right" way, peacefully, democratically, with the Bretonian Worker's Charter. But we know how that ended. Parliament's rigged. The only language these bastards understand is violence."
"The people on Sprague know that. They see violence every day. BPA enforcers brutalisin' folk with reasonable complaints. CDI gangsters stealing basic necessities. BHG carrying out murder on a nod and a wink from Crown Corporations. There is resentment there. There is rage there. There is a will to do what needs to be done." He gripped the sides of the podium, his knuckles whitening as he leaned forward. Members of the audience narrowed their eyes, feeling a change in the atmosphere. "So why the fuck are we abandoning them?" The audience immediately broke out in jeers and catcalls.
"The Dublin Front is a vampire, bleedin' us dry. Every day, Arranmore asks for more fighters, more men, more freighters, more supplies." The jeering got louder, some shouting 'traitor' or similar insults. "Fuck you, pal, I'll have my say 'fore I cede the floor," Ewan spat. "Lisburn gave more to Dublin than anywhere else. Green recruits from Sprague fed themselves to the Essex's guns to give the Shillelagh time to win our greatest victory to date. We stepped up to die and die and die because we knew the Mollys could reforge Bretonia into something just and fair."
There was a muffled shout from the back of the room as someone got up to intervene and one of Ewan's crew tackled them. "If we try to fight this war on the Crown's terms, we're fucked. Arranmore will cannibalise the movement, and there'll be nothing left but a carcass for the Corsairs to pick over in Cambridge, and the Gaians in Newcastle. The Crown will never give up on Dublin, there's too much money at stake. Our only shot is the Bretonian people. Sprague. Tear down the whole rotten edifice. Stop taking our fuckin' resources so we can put the boot in where it really matters."
"When Sprague rises in rebellion, Dublin will be safe. Until then, we're just waiting for the hangman's noose. I cede the floor." The vidfeed broadcast Ewan rolling up his sleeves and stepping out of the spotlight into the relative darkness. Furious shouting from off screen continued, with the mood a hair away from riotous.
RE: The Assembly Chamber - Luminium - 08-19-2024
CHIEF CAMILLE O'REILLY
It took several minutes before the Chancellor's aide managed to shout the room into a semblance of order. Most of the pilots lounging in the room got up to their feet, whether to curse the last speaker or to restrain their comrades from joining the disturbance. One of them took up the podium, scowling as she made it past Ewan's crew. Her red hair was tied back, and a tiny golden ornament pinned to her collar denoted her as a squadron leader. She was young, barely in her twenties, but her demeanour was tense, like a tightened coil barely kept from springing outwards.
"Our movement started with Arranmore," she spoke in a measured tone. "Our Founders fought and bled for it. I was born on that rock, and I'll die before I will let the royal bastards dig their grubby hands into it."
Camille pointedly did not look at Ewan as she said her piece. Something about his words struck a nerve.
"We fought hard to throw off the BMM yoke, harder than anyone else. Graves is a testament to that. And we continue to fight today so others can throw it off, too. And if Lisburn needs help today, we should do what we can for them. Would we have made it this far without their help, their shipments, their patrols? Maybe. Probably not. I'm not the one that makes these sorts of judgements, anyway."
She paused. Some of those present were nodding along, while others were grumbling and glaring at her, the upstart whelp.
"But what we are now is a long way from becoming some sort of popular revolution, ready to sweep all of Sprague, a whole bloody planet. We're barely holding on to what we've got, and the worst is yet to come. If we lose Dublin now, all its resources and all the work of our forebears will be gone. What will become of our revolution then?"
The grumbling got louder, but she continued.
"I think we ought to fortify Dublin while working on a safe way to get supplies in past the blockade, as we have been doing. Once we have that, we can focus on Lisburn and Sprague. But if Fleet Command was to order me to reinforce Lisburn Rock tomorrow, I'll do it."
She looked around at the gathered faces and stared directly into the camera.
"And so should any of you. Long live Free Dublin." Camille stepped down from the podium.
"Our movement started with Arranmore," she spoke in a measured tone. "Our Founders fought and bled for it. I was born on that rock, and I'll die before I will let the royal bastards dig their grubby hands into it."
Camille pointedly did not look at Ewan as she said her piece. Something about his words struck a nerve.
"We fought hard to throw off the BMM yoke, harder than anyone else. Graves is a testament to that. And we continue to fight today so others can throw it off, too. And if Lisburn needs help today, we should do what we can for them. Would we have made it this far without their help, their shipments, their patrols? Maybe. Probably not. I'm not the one that makes these sorts of judgements, anyway."
She paused. Some of those present were nodding along, while others were grumbling and glaring at her, the upstart whelp.
"But what we are now is a long way from becoming some sort of popular revolution, ready to sweep all of Sprague, a whole bloody planet. We're barely holding on to what we've got, and the worst is yet to come. If we lose Dublin now, all its resources and all the work of our forebears will be gone. What will become of our revolution then?"
The grumbling got louder, but she continued.
"I think we ought to fortify Dublin while working on a safe way to get supplies in past the blockade, as we have been doing. Once we have that, we can focus on Lisburn and Sprague. But if Fleet Command was to order me to reinforce Lisburn Rock tomorrow, I'll do it."
She looked around at the gathered faces and stared directly into the camera.
"And so should any of you. Long live Free Dublin." Camille stepped down from the podium.
RE: The Assembly Chamber - Nika - 08-19-2024
NORA REEES BRENNAN, THE TECHNOCRATS
The hall gradually fell quiet as footsteps echoed through the hallway leading to newly established Assembly Room; automatic doors open, letting in a woman with remarkably long lavender hair and wearing a black business suit with heeled shoes - a choice of attire most unusual for this floor, as most people here wore some sort of Assembly military overalls. Nora fetched herself a microphone and begun her speech on the way to the podium.
"Look at how impeccable her posture is."
The camera followed Brennan as she measured the floorboards, her tone calm but persistent.
"One I must consent with. We all have our ideals and agendas but one fact is undeniable - Dublin is our beating heart, literally and figuratively; let it bleed, let it be lost - and it won't be long before we will be separated and pursue those agendas, or be reduced to nothing more than petty pirates scraping for resources just to last another day. To lose ourselves like this is an affront to The Founders. To lose ourselves like this is an affront to everything we did at present, to hard-won battles fought and yet to be fought."
Woman finally reached the podium, facing the audience, the camera stopping and focusing on her after following Brennan since her entry.
"What must be said here is that, if we stand divided - we fall. Slowly and painfully wither away as Crownies track and hunt us down until no one's left. Redshirts will not make a difference if it is Chartists or Technocrats, if it is Mull or Lisburn. Dublin has to be won over and secured, in a way that no Crownie, no Corsair or generic faceless enemy dares to encroach on it ever again. Fleeing is not an option. Status quo is not an option - workers of Graves can testify to that. These men and women are fortunately with us now, or at least a good portion of these people. And dead tell no tales."
She took a somber pause, crossing the hall again and standing face to face with Thomas, and his crew.
"You'll be no exception, Chartists. All of you, and it will be just a matter of time. Dublin must not fall. Choke on your pride and take a moment to think what will you do to prevent that. We have already set more initiatives in motion, and Mull smuggling fleet is acquiring most necessary supplies wherever they can, the ways they must. Make yourselves useful as well beside the inflammatory speeches on this floor."
Nora passed the microphone to Ewan and blended in with the audience, few sharply dressed people gathering around her on a separate tribune. For a prominent leader to show up without retinue is an affront to these halls.
"Look at how impeccable her posture is."
The camera followed Brennan as she measured the floorboards, her tone calm but persistent.
"One I must consent with. We all have our ideals and agendas but one fact is undeniable - Dublin is our beating heart, literally and figuratively; let it bleed, let it be lost - and it won't be long before we will be separated and pursue those agendas, or be reduced to nothing more than petty pirates scraping for resources just to last another day. To lose ourselves like this is an affront to The Founders. To lose ourselves like this is an affront to everything we did at present, to hard-won battles fought and yet to be fought."
Woman finally reached the podium, facing the audience, the camera stopping and focusing on her after following Brennan since her entry.
"What must be said here is that, if we stand divided - we fall. Slowly and painfully wither away as Crownies track and hunt us down until no one's left. Redshirts will not make a difference if it is Chartists or Technocrats, if it is Mull or Lisburn. Dublin has to be won over and secured, in a way that no Crownie, no Corsair or generic faceless enemy dares to encroach on it ever again. Fleeing is not an option. Status quo is not an option - workers of Graves can testify to that. These men and women are fortunately with us now, or at least a good portion of these people. And dead tell no tales."
She took a somber pause, crossing the hall again and standing face to face with Thomas, and his crew.
"You'll be no exception, Chartists. All of you, and it will be just a matter of time. Dublin must not fall. Choke on your pride and take a moment to think what will you do to prevent that. We have already set more initiatives in motion, and Mull smuggling fleet is acquiring most necessary supplies wherever they can, the ways they must. Make yourselves useful as well beside the inflammatory speeches on this floor."
Nora passed the microphone to Ewan and blended in with the audience, few sharply dressed people gathering around her on a separate tribune. For a prominent leader to show up without retinue is an affront to these halls.