Year 2200
In the year 2220, the Commonality was preparing for its first election since it took its ideals to space. After some heated debates in the People's Supreme Assembly, it was decided that Tiom, the former planet of the Alignment, would be allowed to vote. Time has passed and in 10 standard years, the former subjects of the tyrannic Alignment were familiar with the inner working of workers' councils and self-organization at the work place. Moreover, although kept away from the preying eyes of the public and the press, dissent has been crushed by the security apparatus of the Commonality: the People's Commissariat for the Protection of the People, the intelligence apparatus of the Commonality, has multiplied black ops to keep the Jusstkan in check. As such, with the most dangerous rebels either death or captured, worker's democracy could be extended to Tiom, which would be able to send deputies to the People's Supreme Assembly for the first time in history. What was happening in black sites built in the most unhospitable parts of Tiom was necessary for the good of the people.
However, another, unexpected evolution would attract the attention of the Commonality's establishment. Apparently, there has been some movements from the most libertarian fringes of society. New colonies were after all the occasion for new ideas to develop and flourish, but what was thought to be some weird and secluded phenomenon soon erupted in protests and public demonstration of the most peculiar kind. Most worrying was the eruption of this phenomenon on Tiom, where the overthrow of the tyrannic Alignment regime was giving way for an artistic and philosophical Renaissance. So when entrepreneurial Quakador libertarian philosophers started to give speeches, the result was the rise of the Manifesti.
Rapidly, the Commissariat for the Protection of the People (CPP) started cataloguing the participants to these peculiar demonstrations. It was rapidly determined that this "Manifesti" movement is leaderless, and has rapidly grown out of the grasp of the Quakador philosophers who inspired it. The rapidity of this emergence has raised some questions about the potential backers of this movement, but nothing emerged from the investigations. It was clearly a grassroot movement, which was happening right when Tiom was about to elect its first representatives in decades.
What to do with these colourful people? Debates raged at the highest levels and a consensus was soon formed: the Office of the Mokaï considered that these reckless people, who were advocating frivolous activities and deserting their work place, were the pinnacle of moral decadence and of the work ethics cherished by the Commonality. This wasn't a republic of reckless spirits and lazy idiots, but a proud worker's community that has been tested and triumphed against both imperialistic projects and the harsh environment of Opyrra. As such, despite the hesitancy of the army and of the People's Supreme Assembly, orders were given to the CPP to crackdown on these delirious elements.
Meanwhile, the Manifesti were not the only concern of the Commonality during this election year. On the Gaia world of Zernia, a monument was to be built in the memory of the Reaper of Zernia, the one Quakador who led the revolution against the Empire and led the Quakador to their new homes. Even decades after his death, he remained a somewhat controversial figure: many praised him for the flourishing of the early settlements on Opyrra and for his "firm but just" rule, while as many demonized him as a tyrant and as someone who turned into the very thing he sought to battle. To not alienate any part of the electorate, the Office of the Mokaï remained surprisingly quiet on the question, declaring that this was a matter that had to be resolved by the workers' council back on Zernia.
As if this election year wasn't marked enough by controversies, interesting development were happening on the colony of Fira. In a departure from the representative workers' council of the Commonality, the people there decided on a more individualistic take on democracy. Instead of delegating to their workers' council representative the matter of day-to-day governance, technology would be used to regularly consult the population on all matters of governance, whether as trivial as a new monument or as important as fiscal policy. Back on Opyrra, the Mokaï Yurulek was in disarray: although the constitution didn't forbid such arrangement, he received information that this "direct democracy" was the result of shenanigans from his rival, General Tibakh, who was slowly imposing himself as a major figure of the libertarian elements of the Commonality. In this respect, it was feared that Fira was now "locked" electorally speaking.
To add to the confusion, the Commonality's deep space watch system detected a fleet of vessels in a neighbouring system that has yet to be claimed. The fleet was rapidly dispatched near the border in case of any hostile intention, while the CPP was hard at work to try identifying to whom this fleet was owned.
The Mokaï wasn't worried, however. The People's Supreme Assembly has been hard at work to allocate funds to the spatial force, which was now counting two fleets of fine workmanship, courtesy of the industrial cooperatives of the Commonality. If any imperialistic power was out there, the Commonality would be able to put up a fight.
In this rapidly evolving situation, the Quakadors and Jusstkan were finally called to the polls in this blessed year of 2200. Tibakh's allies were expected to put in a good fight against the Mokaï Yurulek, who wasn't about to give up his office so easily....
However, another, unexpected evolution would attract the attention of the Commonality's establishment. Apparently, there has been some movements from the most libertarian fringes of society. New colonies were after all the occasion for new ideas to develop and flourish, but what was thought to be some weird and secluded phenomenon soon erupted in protests and public demonstration of the most peculiar kind. Most worrying was the eruption of this phenomenon on Tiom, where the overthrow of the tyrannic Alignment regime was giving way for an artistic and philosophical Renaissance. So when entrepreneurial Quakador libertarian philosophers started to give speeches, the result was the rise of the Manifesti.
Rapidly, the Commissariat for the Protection of the People (CPP) started cataloguing the participants to these peculiar demonstrations. It was rapidly determined that this "Manifesti" movement is leaderless, and has rapidly grown out of the grasp of the Quakador philosophers who inspired it. The rapidity of this emergence has raised some questions about the potential backers of this movement, but nothing emerged from the investigations. It was clearly a grassroot movement, which was happening right when Tiom was about to elect its first representatives in decades.
What to do with these colourful people? Debates raged at the highest levels and a consensus was soon formed: the Office of the Mokaï considered that these reckless people, who were advocating frivolous activities and deserting their work place, were the pinnacle of moral decadence and of the work ethics cherished by the Commonality. This wasn't a republic of reckless spirits and lazy idiots, but a proud worker's community that has been tested and triumphed against both imperialistic projects and the harsh environment of Opyrra. As such, despite the hesitancy of the army and of the People's Supreme Assembly, orders were given to the CPP to crackdown on these delirious elements.
Meanwhile, the Manifesti were not the only concern of the Commonality during this election year. On the Gaia world of Zernia, a monument was to be built in the memory of the Reaper of Zernia, the one Quakador who led the revolution against the Empire and led the Quakador to their new homes. Even decades after his death, he remained a somewhat controversial figure: many praised him for the flourishing of the early settlements on Opyrra and for his "firm but just" rule, while as many demonized him as a tyrant and as someone who turned into the very thing he sought to battle. To not alienate any part of the electorate, the Office of the Mokaï remained surprisingly quiet on the question, declaring that this was a matter that had to be resolved by the workers' council back on Zernia.
As if this election year wasn't marked enough by controversies, interesting development were happening on the colony of Fira. In a departure from the representative workers' council of the Commonality, the people there decided on a more individualistic take on democracy. Instead of delegating to their workers' council representative the matter of day-to-day governance, technology would be used to regularly consult the population on all matters of governance, whether as trivial as a new monument or as important as fiscal policy. Back on Opyrra, the Mokaï Yurulek was in disarray: although the constitution didn't forbid such arrangement, he received information that this "direct democracy" was the result of shenanigans from his rival, General Tibakh, who was slowly imposing himself as a major figure of the libertarian elements of the Commonality. In this respect, it was feared that Fira was now "locked" electorally speaking.
To add to the confusion, the Commonality's deep space watch system detected a fleet of vessels in a neighbouring system that has yet to be claimed. The fleet was rapidly dispatched near the border in case of any hostile intention, while the CPP was hard at work to try identifying to whom this fleet was owned.
The Mokaï wasn't worried, however. The People's Supreme Assembly has been hard at work to allocate funds to the spatial force, which was now counting two fleets of fine workmanship, courtesy of the industrial cooperatives of the Commonality. If any imperialistic power was out there, the Commonality would be able to put up a fight.
In this rapidly evolving situation, the Quakadors and Jusstkan were finally called to the polls in this blessed year of 2200. Tibakh's allies were expected to put in a good fight against the Mokaï Yurulek, who wasn't about to give up his office so easily....
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