The room goes silent, and you lazily drift your eyes around the room to each of your Ministers in turn. A few look annoyed. Most seem neutral on the concept.
Minister Hoganson's lips curl into a small frown, and intense expression of emotion for the emotionless man that sits so close to you. He rubs at his face for a few, quiet moments. "SEED previously instituted something of the same sort. People were organized into 'churches' and voted for people who would vote on the Pontifex. But that institution was corrupt. The Pontifex was -corrupt-. The church leaders were -corrupt- and SEED--"
"The Pontifex was a man of SEED. A direct oracle from which the people could speak and could be spoken too -- surely we have no need of that now? And surely you would be a better man than to disrespect such an Oracle? If he was so corrupt, than SEED would not have accepted him, would he? Or are you saying SEED is fallible?" Minister Lacey cuts him off sharply, darkly.
"It's honestly about time. Folks have been getting antsy." Is all Minister MacGruder states, "Reorganization of the churches would bring some stability back." He opines, placidly. Glancing towards Hoganson. "The Last Pontifex did all right by the folk -- just not the Inbr-- Sorry, the Families."
Minister Nettle does not speak, shifting in her seat and picking at grime and oil beneath her fingernails with a very carefully detached air. She doesn't meet your gaze either.
"A lot of the institutions of Old SEED were corrupt, Hoganson. You'd know all about that though, would you, hmmh?" Head Guardian Lauren Mack carefully barbs. "But the Pontifex..." Her eyes meet your's in defiance. "I'm sure plenty of people know that position has power and influence. Perhaps our God-Queen should take it for herself. She would win any election."
"As a Crusader, I do not have opinion on the politics of the Scholarly or Civilian side of our government -- we'll keep it that way, thank you." Isela states, formally. "As long as no group interferes with what needs to be done to keep our people safe and our Crusade going."
"So we're going let people vote on some random person -- without vetting them? Without keeping an eye on our security? What if they elect a cultist? Or someone who opposes the war? What then? Do we have to knife him in a dark alley some day? The Pontifex had guards too -- will whoever this person is get the same? Know how much trouble someone could cause with a band of thugs and the will of the People?" William questions, idly, "I'm in favor if it matters. Stormmont is too boring. Could spice up the place a little to have some dissent in the ranks."
Minister Mellone returns your eye contact, "I've no opinion on this, Mother Pheonix."
"Neither d--d-do I." Minister Geoyde adds, stuttering, when your gaze tracks to him
"[If it was organized in a different way, I would be in full support. I've...seen,]" Emma speaks softly to you in High Empyreal, "[A few worlds with different political groups all balanced against one another. We've got the makings of it, between the Nobility, the Scholars, and the Public. Perhaps we could organize something of a similar nature. But it seems like the best type of government for making fast decisions is a Dictatorship. Representative democracies are slow in a crisis.]"
Minister Foster doesn't appear to be paying attention-- she doodles on one of her folders with disinterest. "There's those Scholars that were in the Societal Direction Group or whatever. They got shuffled around. Could set them on it."
"Well, while you lot hash that out, I'll go schedule a hovercraft, Pheonix." Nicole turns and hobbles out the door, giving the room one long look that matches your's. "Pleasure meeting some of you for the first time -- and pleasure meeting some of you again."
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