Just another parliament conflict (Part 1)

The National Council meeting room became tense. Eze and Tonmoy, two council members, were locked in a heated debate. 

"I am excommunicating Tonmoy based on defamation" said Eze. "I am suing Eze for forced marriage as well" Tonmoy shot back, his voice laced with anger. Suddenly, Eze dropped a bombshell. "I hereby request Head of State Khoa Lê to step down due to inactivity within lawmaking and executive actions and power". Tonmoy, still fuming, saw an opportunity. "I request Ankratov become the head of state. Our Ankratov is the only hope for these dark Lazarussian times!" he declared. Ankratov, however, buried his nose deeper into his book titled "How to Touch Grass," seemingly oblivious to the drama.

The debate raged on. "Everyone's an enemy of the state." Eze bellowed. "I atleast dont fight for power." Tonmoy countered. "No! Owner and president combined is suicide!" Eze argued. Tonmoy, ignoring him, turned to Ankratov. "Sir, please become the next Head of State."

Ankratov finally looked up, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "Khoa Lê is your Head of State," he stated simply. Tonmoy scoffed. "He's literally absent."

"Declare him unable to rule, then," Eze suggested, ever the opportunist. He saw a chance to oust Khoa Lê and potentially take power himself. According to council rules, bills had to be voted on one by one. Eze proposed a no-confidence vote against Khoa Lê, and Tonmoy, surprisingly, agreed. "A truce until the government's gone," Eze declared, a glint in his eye.

The clock ticked past 10 PM. The Prime Minister, Bruhsam Banerji, was also missing, leaving the council feeling abandoned. "Remove the PM by force if necessary! We need a revolution!" Tonmoy roared. Eze, his dark humor surfacing, chimed in with a chilling laugh, "Prepare the guillotine!"

Rook, a young and somewhat clueless council member, stirred in his seat, finally waking from his nap. "Sad, now. How do I vote?" he mumbled, confused by the heated debate.
Tonmoy and Eze returned from their "bathroom strategy session," their faces grim. "Down with the government!" Tonmoy declared. Ankratov, caught off guard by the rising tension, pleaded for order. "No protesting in the council," he reminded them. But Tonmoy, emboldened, threw his arms up. "VIVA LA REVOLUTION!" he roared. Rook, unsure but swept up in the moment, voted for the no-confidence bill. Ankratov was surprised. "What the hell?" he muttered, realizing the depth of the dissatisfaction with Khoa Lê.

"Down with the absentees!" Eze yelled, his voice echoing in the room. Ankratov, worried about the situation, left to contact Khoa Lê, Bruhsam, and Rezokov, another council member. "Consequences for too much freedom, guys. No protesting," he said with a hint of regret. Tonmoy, however, wasn't swayed. "Well, if you won't allow free speech, we will protest!" he retorted.

"WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO ASSEMBLY!" Eze boomed, his voice filled with defiance. "I say that the SPL and Head of State is taking the Public Freedom of assembly!" Tonmoy added. "They are trying to suppress our calls for progress and freedom" Eze yelled, his voice hoarse. "Down with the government! Down with the SPL! Ankratov is our true head of state!" Tonmoy declared, waving a flag.

Eze, fueled by his emotions, launched into a revolutionary song, his voice filled with passion. "As a senator, councilman, minister, and governor, I am going on strike until this government is gone!" he declared, finishing his song. Tonmoy echoed his sentiment, his voice filled with determination.

Just as the room threatened to erupt in chaos, Rezokov, another council member, entered with a sleepy tone. "What happened...?" he mumbled.

The tension in the room was thicker by the time the clock struck 10:36 PM. Tonmoy, his voice hoarse but unwavering, declared, "The LFP will bring protest, unless and until the current govt is gone from power, the govt has become lazy and tyrannical with a SPL dictatorship! We need revolution and wish to make  Ankratov head of state."

His voice rose to a fever pitch. "We will strike! Victory to the people! Justice to the people! Victory to democracy! Down with the government! Revolution!" Tonmoy roared, his words echoing off the chamber walls.

Eze, his own fire ignited by Tonmoy's passion, declared, "I will do everything in my power to help protect freedom and democracy within this nation, at any cost!"

Ankratov, ever the voice of reason, attempted to show them a different path. He pulled up historical records on a device, his finger scrolling through the tumultuous removal of former Head of State Ngu Ngu via a vote of no confidence. The weight of history hung in the air, a silent plea to avoid repeating past mistakes.

Suddenly, at 10:41 PM, the tension shattered. The door burst open, and Khoa Lê, the Head of State himself, ran into the room, his face flushed. A collective gasp filled the room. "What?" he sputtered, completely bewildered by the scene before him.

Eze, his eyes narrowed, met Khoa Lê's gaze. In a voice laced with barely concealed threat, he simply said, "Step down."

The room held its breath. Khoa Lê's arrival had thrown a wrench into the rebellion, and the fate of Lazarussia hung precariously in the balance. Would Khoa Lê heed Eze's forceful suggestion? Or would the simmering discontent finally boil over into a full-blown revolution? 

Part 2 Coming Soon.