1980s political crisis in Osfjord

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Osfjord, 1981 4th of October

For Prime minister Ivar Dval from the party NCP, it was a terrible idea to start the morning by watching the news. “Across the country people are protesting the increase of millitary personell with in þrjúland islands and Isles of Sjökeyjareyja!” Said the news host Edvard Haakonson from the TV

As the camra start filming the protesters in Sjökeyjareyja with signs saying ‘these islands will not see war!’ Ivar had to pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh. “How should i deal with the situsation?” He said to himself, knowing full well this situsation may force him to resign

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Osfjord, Grand assembly building, 1981 4th of October evening

Ivar Dval and the rest of his party was currently getting an earful from the opposition leader Magrete Hansen from the labour party. Normaly it is quiet and calm speeches and debates i the assembly, but occasionaly it can be quite passioneted debates and this time its one of those rare occasions.

“It is a shame! A shame I tell you when the prime minister can’t listen to the people’s wishes! When the prime minister ignore those wishes for his own sense of pride!” Margete spoke loudly. As Ivar Dval pinch the bridge of his nose, getting clearly annoyed of the ramblings of Margete

“The incompetence of Ivar Dval is worrying if i say so. I think it would be in the best intrests of the nation that Ivar Dval steps down!”

“That would be enough Magrete, now Ivar Dval i think it is your turn to speak” said John Wilhelmsen, most likely getting worried that the current debate is becoming to much of an screaming match and shit talk

Ivar Dval having stood up sighs, and gets some encouraging words from friends in his party the NCP.

“Well it always nice to hear that your voice is working completly fine miss Hansen” Ivar joked as he smirked. Some people leauged at his if it is one thing he loves to do its to provoke Magrete. Politics becomes more fun when she is provoked

“But all joking aside, I think that you blowing this way out of proportion! Look outside at those protesters, who do you see? Students. Mostly students who is protesting many them probly has not even reached voting age! I doubt this is what you would call the will of the people” Ivar said with a mix of pasion and calmness. “Not to mention that most likely the reason for the protests is thanks to the Labour Party lies about the reasons for millitary personel in those islands. The Labour Party has actively saying those islands is being prepared for war!” Ivar said as he slamed his hand against his debate stand

“Don’t you think it says alot about your leadership capabilities when you already got such an big protest in your first year as prime minister?!” Magrete said loudly towards Ivar as she stared him straigh in his eyes “Don’t you think something is wrong when massive amount of the younger population is out protesting against your leadership?” Magrete snarled

“If you keep snarling like that you could fit better as a dog then a politican” Ivar snaped back.

“ORDER!” John Wilhelmsen yelled making the whole assembly silent. “This is not how grown men and women acts! Specialy not in an assembly!” John said even louder. The speaker sighs as begins to talk again this time calmer “I think the next assembly debate should be held in the 7th of October, you can all leave except for Ivar I need to talk to him in private…”

Ivar sighs to himself and glares at Magrete as she smirks at him as she leaves. 
Ivar walks into the office the speaker as he tells him to sit. John Wilhelmsen sighs as he prepare some coffe for the both of them. 
“Well I am more an fan of tea then coffe” Ivar said as he tried lighten the mood. “Shut it and drink your coffe” John said as he handed Ivar his coffe and sits behind his brown desk, arms crossed.

“May I ask why you acted like that?”

“Hey its not me who was yelling!”

“It’s not exactly like your active provactisations helped the situsation” John said as he siped his coffe

Ivar sighs “I guess it is a mixture of stress and her yelling that made me provoke more then normaly…” finnaly admiting it

“Well you should have expected that stress when you became prime minister, i do hope you did not think it would be easy do you?”

“Ofcourse not, but still…”

“You hopeless”

“Such a friend you are…” Ivar mumbled

“Im the speaker im suposed to be harsh” John snickered

They both take a sip of their coffe as they stay in silence, while many may find the silence to be an sign of akwardness this was not it, but for the both of them it was relaxing. Looking around the office Ivar noticed several pictures around of John’s familiy such as his little sister which he spoiled to much and some of his parents. However there was one thing that suprised Ivar the most was an picture of Ivar and John as kids. Made him smile thinking about it, “should you not be going nicer on me seeing how we are friends”

“It’s because we are friends that i am going harsh on you” John laughed but became silent again. “You need to get you act together, Ivar”

As John was replied with silence  as Ivar drinked his coffe he continued on “You know fully well as me that as politicans there are certain standards on how we act, and while i do think Magrete also need to get her act together it does not excuse your behavior”

“…fine i’ll act better” Ivar said as he finished his coffe and stood up to leave

“And by the way…” John said slowly as he took a slip from his coffe as Ivar turned to see what John wanted to say “you really need to work with your jokes” John said with an smirk

Ivar sighed as he left, mumbling “screw you” towards John

4th October 1981, Isles of Sjökeyjareyja, Norgsveldet

Lieutenant General James Wardola was sipping coffee. It was a very warm day in this region of the world- completely different to a sunny day at his home in Aegis. In his youth, he was the only person to drink coffee, and he was ridiculed for it. The memories made him chuckle- but that was a time long past. For a long while he was looking out of his window onto the black tarmacked runways and olive green hangar bays that were in joint use with the Norgsveltians. Something disturbed him, but he was so deep in his concentration that it did not waver him. Then it happened again- harsher this time, a loud knocking sound at his door.

“Come on in,” he ushered. What followed put Wardola on edge; a tall, unusually pale character holding a sealed letter from the highest government office in the lands. James puffed himself up and stood up to receive whatever this would be.

The man gave Wardola the letter, and turned around to leave without anything being said.

“Hold on there. Can I at least get your name?” Wardola called; the man stopped dead in his tracks.

“Uh… Yeah sure. Jacop Einarsson. I’m new around here.”

“Jacop… thank you.” he paused. “Correct your posture Jacop, you’re slouching.”

“Oh… Sorry Sir.”

“You had better be off now.” he called, turning back to his mahogany desk that overlooked the base.

“The last time I got one of these it was not good.”

James began to open the letter; when the traditional Norgsveldet wax seal broke off it was satisfying- he always loved doing that.

— Begin quote from ____

For all intended purposes this is not a threat.

To whom it may concern,

This is not intended to alarm you or the troops stationed here, but if the current political situation continues your presence here in Haslemoen Base may be under scrutiny and could face eviction. This may not be an immediate eviction, but one that may end up taking place. Until we can clarify the situation, please remain fully operational with your men deployed. This level of communication and transparency is key, and therefore when the situation becomes more apparent, whether it will improve or worsen, we will be in contact again.

Yours faithfully,
Prime minister Ivar Dval

— End quote

The look in James’ face changed dramatically. His face was of anger, disgust that this is how he was potentially going to be treated after being here for fifteen years.

The first thing he did was not contact the Prime Minister, but in fact his son. He dialed the number on his phone. After a few rings the other end picked up.

“Benji, I might be seeing you a few months early.”

5th October 1981, Osfjord, Royal Palace

Harald sighs as he looks outside, normaly he would see the green trees in palace garden, nice sunny day or out in city life of the commonfolk. This is however was not a normal day, the green trees and its branches has turned an orange brown thanks to the season. Autumn was really not Harald’s season, it lacked the beauty of the winter, it lacked warmth of summer and the colours of spring. Not to mention that the usely lively life of the commonfolk has turned to anger which has been seen in their protests towards their prime minister. Some of the protesters even claims that the queen, his mother should use her royal progative to fix the issues of the islands. 
Harald tighten his fists when he hears this. His mother is sick and old, she has been queen for almost 30 years. Do they really expect an old lady like her to storm the parliament and force the prime minister to do anything?!

“Idiots… all of them” Harald says to himself

“I barely walked into the room how could I already have done anything idiotic?”

Harald turned around to see his younger brother, Gustav standing there with his goofy mustache and his dumb smirk. Well to be more exact Gustav Ragnar Torson, the fourth in line for the throne. Harald sighs once more but this time he gives an hint of a smile.

“Well you have not done anything idiotic… yet” Harald said smirking back at his younger brother. Gustav goes and stand next to Harald also looking out

“I’m suprised they are willing to protest while it is raining” Gustav joked

Another sigh can be heard from Harald. “Do you ever take anything seriously?”

“If I ever end up doing so, call the police” Gustav says as he get some expansive wine from alchol cabbinet

“It is a bit early to drink, don’t you think?” Harald says questioning his brother’s logic like he normaly does.

“First I always drink when it is afternoon, second you look like you needed one” Gustav joked as he smirked then brings a glass of wine to his brother. After a moment of hesitation Harald picks up the glass.

“Where have you been anyway?” Harald ask as he take a small drink from the glass

“I have visited Varg’s grave” Gustav says, as he pause and wait for response, but only gets silence from his older brother. “Don’t blame yourself for his death okay? It was an accident, it happened over year ago.” Gustav sees his older brother’s hands shake as tears go down his cheeks. While most of the family has been avaible to get over Varg’s death, Harald has yet to have that. Gustav spreads his arms around his brother. “Our brother’s death was not your fault” Gustav said one last time. 
After a minuts of them huging, Harald’s tears stop flowing.

“Should I call the police now?” Harald says as he backs away but dry away the last of his tears. “but thank you Gustav… for everything” Harald says as he gives Gustav a small smile

“What do you have brothers fo-” Gustav gets interrupted from the door opened and an royal guard yelling

“Your highness! You and the queen is being summoned to the Grand Assembly!”

“My mother is sick, she can’t come” Harald says annoyed, the nice brotherly moment had to be ruined huh?

“Even so you still need to meet up”

“Fine fine…” Harald says as he take on his jacket to leave. “Check out if mother is doing well, okay?” Harald says to his brother

“Shall do!” Gustav says with an mock salute, which makes his brother laugh.

The room stays silent for awhile after Harald leaves. With Gustav now looking out towards the protesters in Osfjord street. “This is becoming worse…” He says as he stays there and drink more wine. Before walking into the Queen’s room hoping that atleast she has become better