June 6, 2020
Dazhou, Ascalon
Executive Residence, Dazhou Beach
It had been almost a year since the assasination of Erik-Shan Yin. Wang Xipeng, his assasin, was long dead as well, laid in an unmarked grave near the edge of the swamps in far southwest Dazhou.
Shen Haomin had led Ascalon in the year since. When Gu Dao, the leader of the communist coup de’etat, killed himself, he felt a sense of helplessness that he hadn’t ever felt in his life. He rebuilt Ascalon carefully, piecing it back together with a hand as stable as Shan-Yin’s. But there was a new issue at hand.
He watched the TV stream of the Iterian League’s proceedings from his office. They had voted for the Alnarians, but the Astragonians won. Ascalon was never a fan of the Pan-Iterian zealotry. It’s decades of isolation and coziness to Goyanes were not conducive to a productive relationship with such ideologies. “The communists were fond of this movement,” he thought to himself.
As he watched Sarakhaid give his speech, disgust filled his throat. Haomin couldn’t stand the thought of a Pan-Iterian military force or a Pan-Iterian bank. The likes of Skanda and Astragon and Bashime having excess control over the financial matters of Iteria? He wouldn’t be having it.
He turned to his foreign minister, Zhou Zhenya. “I think it’s time.”
“As do I.”
“Let’s inform the cabinet.”
Later that day, the cabinet of Ascalon was convened in a meeting room of the Guojiaguan. The ministers, all present, had the authority to issue executive orders, something learned from the Goyanean Supreme Law.
“All agree with the motion?”
One by one, they casted their votes. This sentiment had been brewing in Ascalon for the past months. People had the idea it would be coming one of these days.
The promulgation happened about two and a half weeks later.
June 29, 2020
Dazhou, Ascalon
Guojiaguan
Shen Haomin walked to the plaza in front of the Guojiaguan, where a podium awaited him. He collected his papers there on the podium, and clipped them, as the sea breeze was quite strong that day.
Wind ruffling his hair, he began.
“People of Ascalon. Of all origins, and of all creeds. A new dawn is upon our nation. Too long have we been shrouded in obscurity, too long have we waited, letting ourselves get dragged by movements that we do not believe in.”
He cleared his throat, and scanned the crowd.
“Therefore the Cabinet of the Republic of Ascalon has issued an executive order that will withdraw and terminate the nation’s membership in the Iterian League. We have determined that the League no longer serves the interests of the common Iterian, but rather that of a leftist cabal that works with the guise of ‘Pan-Iterianism.’”
As he said that there were shocked gasps in the crowd, the shuttering of cameras became more intense.
“Our membership will be terminating effective at midnight on the first of July, 2020. We wish the Iterian League the best in its future endeavors. A new age for Ascalon begins today.”
He stepped aside, and his press secretary began taking questions.
Dazhou, Ascalon
Executive Residence, Dazhou Beach
It had been almost a year since the assasination of Erik-Shan Yin. Wang Xipeng, his assasin, was long dead as well, laid in an unmarked grave near the edge of the swamps in far southwest Dazhou.
Shen Haomin had led Ascalon in the year since. When Gu Dao, the leader of the communist coup de’etat, killed himself, he felt a sense of helplessness that he hadn’t ever felt in his life. He rebuilt Ascalon carefully, piecing it back together with a hand as stable as Shan-Yin’s. But there was a new issue at hand.
He watched the TV stream of the Iterian League’s proceedings from his office. They had voted for the Alnarians, but the Astragonians won. Ascalon was never a fan of the Pan-Iterian zealotry. It’s decades of isolation and coziness to Goyanes were not conducive to a productive relationship with such ideologies. “The communists were fond of this movement,” he thought to himself.
As he watched Sarakhaid give his speech, disgust filled his throat. Haomin couldn’t stand the thought of a Pan-Iterian military force or a Pan-Iterian bank. The likes of Skanda and Astragon and Bashime having excess control over the financial matters of Iteria? He wouldn’t be having it.
He turned to his foreign minister, Zhou Zhenya. “I think it’s time.”
“As do I.”
“Let’s inform the cabinet.”
Later that day, the cabinet of Ascalon was convened in a meeting room of the Guojiaguan. The ministers, all present, had the authority to issue executive orders, something learned from the Goyanean Supreme Law.
“All agree with the motion?”
One by one, they casted their votes. This sentiment had been brewing in Ascalon for the past months. People had the idea it would be coming one of these days.
The promulgation happened about two and a half weeks later.
June 29, 2020
Dazhou, Ascalon
Guojiaguan
Shen Haomin walked to the plaza in front of the Guojiaguan, where a podium awaited him. He collected his papers there on the podium, and clipped them, as the sea breeze was quite strong that day.
Wind ruffling his hair, he began.
“People of Ascalon. Of all origins, and of all creeds. A new dawn is upon our nation. Too long have we been shrouded in obscurity, too long have we waited, letting ourselves get dragged by movements that we do not believe in.”
He cleared his throat, and scanned the crowd.
“Therefore the Cabinet of the Republic of Ascalon has issued an executive order that will withdraw and terminate the nation’s membership in the Iterian League. We have determined that the League no longer serves the interests of the common Iterian, but rather that of a leftist cabal that works with the guise of ‘Pan-Iterianism.’”
As he said that there were shocked gasps in the crowd, the shuttering of cameras became more intense.
“Our membership will be terminating effective at midnight on the first of July, 2020. We wish the Iterian League the best in its future endeavors. A new age for Ascalon begins today.”
He stepped aside, and his press secretary began taking questions.
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