Posted Dec 23 2012 - 09:25 PM
IC. Onu-Koro Banquet.
Three days before.
He hadn't wasted a second in his conference. He and his ten supporters had gone through, spoken their part, and left. It seemed as though he had the support of the rest of the politicians. They had agreed that a council of thirty would be the best choice. While there had been a bit of a council before, the thirty men had not truly been the council Kyju and his small party of followers had invisioned and now displayed to his peers. They had merely been politicians more influential, more powerful than the rest. Now, the voting had gone and the members had been chosen. Each man in this council had a purpose. Each member had a specific position, but they were split into sects.
The first was titled the Guadroanse, and it was a bit of a background sect. It was made up of fifteen of the thirty council members, and was made up mostly of Matoran and your occasional Toa. They were in charge of review, reading between the lines and making sure nothing was hidden or double-sided in laws that were passed. It was named Guadroanse for its purpose- 'guad' meaning 'many' and 'roan' roughly meaning 'power.' The power of many. And true, while it did have numbers on the other two sects, it didn't hold a candle to their power.
Secondly, there was the Karhonarose, which was composed of more Toa and less Matoran. There were exactly ten of them, and they were much less public than the first sect. They had jurisdiction over small parts of the military and could create laws to be reviewed and approved by the Guadroanse. Their name was derived from Karhonar, a word close to meaning "behind the scenes." This, however, wasn't as appropriate as it would've been for the third sect.
This sect had no name. They numbered five, but only one was publicly know: Kyju Xo'Rexin. Even Kyju himself merely knew of Gyn and Raxa. The other two were known as R and K, never showed up to meetings, but sent Matoran messengers to speak for them. They were elected for the various things they had done, as that was all that was known about them. They felt it was safe to let two completely unknown and anonymous members into the sect if it was balanced out by the others, though for their secrecy they sacrificed a portion of control. After all, the government couldn't take too many risks.
At the top of this was Whenua, who was unfortunately absent. However, Kyju didn't see him as a hurdle. The only obstacles were the R and K. And he just may have been able to figure out who they were...
What had Kyju done the very first day? He'd thrown a banquet. A banquet for the four other first sect members, the Karhonarose and the Guadroanse. Including him, twenty-eight men showed up. He knew before he was told which members did not appear. This didn't trouble him too much, however...he could still make something out of the night. The council was given punch to drink, and rich food to eat. He was rather fond of this technique. Onu-Koroans were very fond of their wine, after all, and were in a daze by the middle of the banquet. That's when he began pressing points. He used hypnotic language, seeding points into their minds, which grew into trees of logic under the rain and sun Kyju provided.
"...so if we cut back on housing, we can increase taxes on medical bills and market-"
All heads turned to the back of the room, where a Turaga stood. He had never been to any of the meetings. In fact, Kyju didn't recognize his face. The nameless Turaga walked to the front of the room, onto the stage, and stood beside Kyju.
"I hope you realize what you're doing, council," the elderly being said of them, "cutting back on housing? That's destroying homes for the purpose of business and another darn hospital, which, by the way, we have a surplus of. How do you explain these actions?"
Kyju smiled. It was time to display his prowess in this area.
"We have invested on more convenient housing compounds for the displaced. In fact, these compounds would be more desirable-"
"Tell me, Kyju. Have you ever lived in a house? That's the darn most desirable place to live. These people don't want to move from the houses they've lived in all of their lives."
"Listen to me, serpent," there was a gasp throughout the audience as the slur resonated in the building. Most had found it quite improper to insult Kyju of his species, "Maybe you lizards lived under rocks for your entire life," this man obviously didn't find it improper in this circumstance, "but we prefer the places where we spent our tender years, and made memories, and grew up." Kyju frowned. This gritty politician was obviously bent towards an everything-goes mentality. Unfortunately, that was something Kyju could not afford to slip into.
"I am truly sorry, sir, but this is mandatory. It is hard to train officers when we don't have enough money to pay for their medical treatment. Please understand-"
"I will understand nothing of this. We will vote."
"So be it," an official said, "all those in favor of stopping Mr. Xo'Rexin's proposition?"
Seven people. After the vote for those in favor of continuing the proposition was cast, it was realized just how much control Kyju had over the council. The Turaga, who he would later learn was the illusive R, walked off stage with a scowl.
"Now, for my finale..." he looked to his fellow first sect member, Gyn, and both nodded, "...we are going to begin turning Onu-Koro into a military-based city. At first, merely small changes will occur. We will add border guards and stations at each entrance to the village. Gradually, we will have a full patrol. Eventually, we will do more...serious things. Investigation work will be more intense. However, this will contribute to a more safe society."
"All in favor? All against?" The official said.
Seventeen for, and thirteen against. Onu-Koro was going to be shaped to Kyju's ideals. He smiled, his reptilian teeth gleaming. Who could've known that Onu-Koro would he revolutionized by one of the most vile men on the island? A corrupt heart- if he had one -beat faster and faster. He has achieved true success. And now, almost no one could stop him. Almost immediately, the news hit the press. Tablets were carved hurriedly. The city was happy, most satisfied in their newfound safety. There was some dissent, but that could be handled. For the most part, a safer Onu-Koro was what they wanted.
Unfortunately, that was the exact opposite of what they were going to get.