It was probably only thanks to his endless mistakes and long life that Ozpin was able to keep his patience for any government hearing. After the first few centuries, they'd all kind of blended into a relatively easy to predict pattern. Humans were still humans, Faunus were still Faunus, even after all this time. All with their own wants, needs, desires, flaws, dreams and fears.
Most politicians were just that: People, out for their own gain, the gain of their backers and voters, and the gain of their country: Usually in that order. It was what they were meant to do and society did need them because of the nature of hierarchies.
So far, in his experience, Democratic Republics had the best track record when it came to producing a hierarchy for human society that benefited the most people. The sad fact was, the fundamental truth of nature and mankind was that hierarchies were required. There was always someone at the top and always someone at the bottom, because that was how the universe functioned. You needed hierarchies to accomplish things, so like anything else in this flawed world, it had good aspects and bad aspects. Raging against it was as pointless as raging against the setting of the sun, the moon and the stars. Even Ozma at his most powerful could do nothing about that.
"Once again, the members of the Lower Council let their passions take charge instead of looking at the facts of the matter! Your aggressive military expansion is causing more trouble than it is solving, just as it caused all the troubles in the Faunus Revolution!"
Of course, that had never stopped a politician from abusing people's ignorance of the facts, Ozpin thought, as he sat in his seat in the Valean Council Senate and listened to Councilwoman Prunella Glocken rant.
She had dark black hair with a distinctive white streak running up from her forehead back to her severe bun. Her face was sharp, her gaze like flint you'd hit steel against for sparks. Her form was prim and proper, like a particularly tyrannical professor Ozpin had employed a century ago, but had to let go when she was putting the students into death matches. She wore a black suit jacket with a black skirt, and a coat with Dalmation fur trim-A trademark of her family.
If he was being charitable, she did resemble her fiery namesake, Lady Prunella Ayra Glocken, a noble lady he had known a decade before the Great War. When the city of Vale was enduring a strike by the newly established police and firefighter unions, a major fire broke out in the Old Town. He recalled Lady Prunella, in full petticoat and bonnet, personally organizing bucket brigades and helping people get to safety. She'd become a sensation for her efforts and her family, already rich, entered the elites thanks to her brave efforts and masterful politicking.
"Are we to presume that Rufus Winchester, whose family owns Winchester Arms, has no financial goals with this breaking of our Constitution? With his backdoor deals and manipulations? How are we to trust the word of a politician who so blatantly defies the law set by this Council three decades ago?!" She demanded, slamming her fist on the wooden podium she was ranting from.
Ozpin knew
plenty about politicians, about the kind of men and women who took that path. A few were truly paragons people he called
statesmen and
stateswomen because they had put their country before their own desires and it felt unfair to lump them in with the rest. Some were fairly moral people, though with vices and failures. Many fell into the inherent vices that handling power entailed, because not everyone was strong enough to resist it especially if it seemed to hurt no one you cared about. Some were brilliant, most average, some so stupid it was amazing they got their position at all. Those absolutely deserved to be called
politicians.
"Indeed, we should let this new Valean Defense Force die, and put all funding into proper Faunus Reconciliation! I have been proposing a full government department for this very purpose for three years! How else are you to stop the White Fang from gaining members without reaching out to these poor, unfortunate souls to convince them to the path of peace? Rufus Winchester's answer is the same as his father's! With guns, violence, and bombs!"
Councilwoman Prunella Glocken was most definitely a
politician, in Ozpin's mind.
"Indeed, we should open an immediate investigation into Rufus Winchester and his associates for this monstrous state of affairs! With the goal of removing him from this Council entirely!"
Throughout Glocken's speech, Rufus had managed to keep calm. He shot steely glares at Glocken, but this was fairly normal for their relationship. His fists clenched at this, but he still stayed seated, calm, and silent.
Councilman Jonas Uzi, a young green haired representative who had only recently been elected, shot up and shouted at her.
"That's going too far!" He shouted. "You Senate types are always trying to meddle in the Commons like you're a bunch of tyrants-!"
Rufus reached up and pulled Uzi down into his seat. The younger representative glared, but Rufus shook his head. Uzi grit his teeth but resumed glaring at Glocken. Ozpin nodded to Winchester in thanks, which the redhaired man returned.
Things were tense enough. Uzi was a hothead, and while his heart was in the right place? His head wasn't.
"Well, if one of Winchester's lapdogs is going to scream on his behalf," Glocken sneered, "Perhaps I touched a nerve, hm?"
The Chairwoman of Vale, an elegant older woman with tanned skinned and white hair in a ponytail, presided over the Senate on a raised dais in the circular forum. She nodded, and rapped the gavel that was the symbol of her office when she was selected to lead Vale as a nation three years ago.
"Thank you, Madame Councillor, your time is up," Chairwoman Sandra Browning stated firmly.
"But Chairwoman, I protest!" Glocken growled, "I was interrupted-"
"
Thank you, Madame Councillor, but we have much to get through and it is
late," she stated firmly. Glocken scowled, gathered up her papers, and stalked off back to her seat. Browning looked over at Winchester and Ozpin.
"Councilman Winchester, you have the podium."
Winchester stood up, and walked slowly out to the podium. He set down his papers, shuffled them a bit, then cleared his throat. He looked up, and began to speak as his distinctive red mustache waved a bit.
"My fellow Councilmembers. The accusations made by Councilwoman Glocken are extremely dramatic, I'll grant her that. They were made worse by her shrill, shrieking voice-"
"Councilman, if you
please," Browning stated coldly. Rufus caught Ozpin's eye. The red haired man slowly nodded, then resumed.
"However, at no point did I break the Constitution, the law, or my oath as a Councilman of Vale, nor as the Speaker of the Commons," he stated, "Under Article 17 of the Valean Constitution, per
People vs. Township of Lexington, it is legal for any citizen to raise a militia for the purposes of the defense of their community from external threats. It was further established in that same case that government funds can be applied for in order to create such a militia. If approved, the funds will be released to said militia, with the use of those funds to be examined on a yearly basis by a government-appointed auditor."
Winchester looked up to Browning directly, his face calm and controlled.
"The Bill to formally reinstitute the Valean Defense Force was approved by this body and you yourself last week. Bill 224.4, 'for the establishment of increased security for the Vytal Festival in light of threats to Vale.' You signed off on that Bill yourself, Madam Chairwoman."
Ozpin mentally applauded Rufus for doing his best to not appear smug. Despite his temper, he had made a career after being a Huntsman as a lawyer, after all.
Browning slowly nodded, her keen blue eyes narrowing.
"I did, yes. The fact remains that fully re-establishing the Valean Defense Force was to be carried out by a committee approved by this body. You instead raised a militia and had them all volunteer to become the Valean Defense Force."
"Out of pirates and mercenaries, no less!" Glocken shouted. Much uproar ensued, and Browning slammed the gavel down like a goddess of thunder to get things calm again.
"Order, order! Well, Councilman Winchester?" Browning asked.
"Under Article 17," Winchester said smoothly, "Men and women who had not committed egregious crimes against citizens such as murder, kidnapping, or rape were not barred from enlisting as members of a defense militia. They would be granted a full pardon for crimes under the provision that they signed a two year service contract. All members of the PMCs and Captain Silverhand's crew agreed to this. A number are on parole pending a more thorough investigation into their past conducts, which is
also a provision in Article 17."
"That's ridiculous! You only raise militias when the nation is in a state of
war!" Glocken blustered, "We're at
peace!"
"The Councilwoman has a point, Mister Winchester," Browning stated calmly, "Usually a state of emergency must be declared for the provisos of Article 17 to come into effect for rearmament."
"Except I didn't institute rearmament or the recreation of the VDF," Winchester stated smoothly, "I merely raised private militias for the purpose of the defense of Vale. It calls itself the Valean Defense Force, but as there is no such force at the moment, there is no conflict with the official force-As it does not exist. No declaration of war is required for that. Unless this august body would like to pass a bill declaring war on all Grimm."
He smirked a bit.
"Honestly, it would be nice to get it out in the open and make it clear to all and sundry what we're fighting for. Naturally, we would require a military force of some kind to wage war. Rather difficult to do so without one." He shot a smug look at Glocken, whose face turned puce.
"If only one was available…"
"Enough, Mister Winchester," Browning stated firmly. She shook her head, and looked over at Ozpin. "Councilman Ozpin. You are the officially selected Warden for Vale. You oversee the defenses of the nation and assess the overall defensive requirements for the nation at large. What say you?"
Ozpin got up and walked to another podium. He tapped the mike out of habit-He'd started it when the things were invented, after all.
Glocken was smirking nastily at Winchester, and Ozpin could imagine why. Despite his colorful history with Winchester, Ozpin had agreed with Glocken a great deal. He could certainly see the value in reaching out to the Faunus and improving social conditions throughout the kingdom. This is what Glocken had started out doing when she was first elected thirty years ago.
Somewhere along the line though… She'd become a
politician.
"It is in my estimation that the current defenses of Vale are inadequate to handling the requirements of the Vytal Festival. Current funding for Hunter forces is also inadequate," Ozpin stated. "This is why I endorsed the re-establishment of the Valean Defense Force, and felt that Councilman Winchester's militia was most suitable to accomplishing that goal. It is my belief that Councilman Winchester was acting out of the good of the people with his intentions."
Winchester didn't smile with his mouth, but his eyes did. Glocken's jaw dropped in disbelief.
"While his methods were… Haphazard, he did not break any laws nor violate his oath," Ozpin went on. He waited for the murmuring to die down, tapping his cane a bit to hurry it along before he continued.
"That said, the re-establishment of the Valean Defense Force requires oversight, like any other government program. As Warden of Vale, I will be beholden to the Committee established to ensure that this VDF does not become a cesspool of corruption, graft, and even worse crimes against the innocent as the last one did. Councilman Winchester has graciously handed over all financial documentation for the VDF as it stands. The committee will go through this and monitor the VDF's actions."
He leaned forward.
"I will not lie: Re-establishing a military is a long, difficult, and messy process. However, given the dangerous state of Vale and Remnant at this moment? Something is indeed better than nothing. We now have some basic forces and organization in place, largely made up of military veterans who wish to serve their country and do good in the world. I suggest we encourage the better angels of their nature by ensuring that the basic necessities of the VDF are not bogged down by petty politics. It is my belief that this new VDF can work and we can avoid the mistakes of the past. As our very survival may depend on them."
Brown considered him and Winchester for a moment, before she slowly nodded.
"Gentlemen," she began, "These actions are likely to keep federal lawyers busy for
years in how convoluted this has become…" She sighed. "But if the Warden of Vale himself recommends it? I can't discount his views. For the time being, the VDF will be allowed to exist."
Winchester became
much less tense at this. Ozpin was too old a hand at this to give anything away, but some relief did flow through his body at this. Browning continued, even as Glocken and her supporters murmured and grumbled unhappily.
"We will begin oversight committee and Department formation to manage its operations next week. The proposed budget will stand with potential extensions next year. Let's get through the Vytal Festival first before we make any further decisions."
"But Chairwoman-!" Glocken loudly protested. Browning slammed her gavel down, and shook her head. Glocken glared sourly across the forum, but kept her peace.
"If there is no other business for tonight?" Browning looked around, and everyone wisely stayed quiet under the intensity of her glare, "Good. Session is adjourned."
She slammed the gazel down once, and the various Councilmembers and their staff began to get up and head out. Ozpin and Winchester walked over to Winchester's seats, where Uzi was waiting.
"I uh… Sorry for speaking out of turn," Uzi apologized with a blush.
"It's done so often that it's little wonder most people think that's how it's supposed to work," Ozpin deadpanned. Winchester sighed and patted Uzi on the shoulder.
"You'll learn… Or I'll beat some sense into you," he stated. Uzi grimaced.
"You mean that metaphorically, r-right?" He asked.
"Clearly you missed when brawls were part of Senate hearings," Ozpin chuckled, "Ah, those were the days."
"Ahem."
All three men turned to see Sandra Browning standing before them. She was smirking a bit. Winchester did his best to remain stoic, Uzi paled, and Ozpin was the picture of calm.
"That was a neat trick, Winchester," she stated, "You should have applied as a judge on the Supreme Court."
"Maybe I will, some day," Winchester said with a shrug. Browning sighed and shook her head.
"That said… You have to step carefully now. These shenanigans of yours are very,
very tricky. They could just as easily be used against you." She nodded over to Glocken, who was talking with her own staff, "Glocken might get on the committee and strangle the Defense Force in its crib."
"So… You support us?" Uzi asked. Winchester sighed as Ozpin was tempted to roll his eyes. Browning chuckled.
"You
are as green as your hair, aren't you Uzi? I'm fine with executing the will of the people for the betterment of our nation. Having a defense force made up of colorful characters and not causing us headaches in the international news is, in theory, a good thing." She leaned in with a terrible smile.
"You'd better make sure it
stays that way. Because believe me, I will be reviewing
all of this.
Very carefully."
She turned and walked away, her staff flocking around her like nervous geese.
Uzi shivered.
"Is… Is she always so scary?" He mumbled, brushing off his simple white and red suit in his nervousness.
"Look on the bright side," Ozpin stated blandly, "You didn't hide in the bathroom for four hours after she glared at you."
"Please," Rufus chuckled, "It was two hours.
Tops."
- - -
Later, Councilwoman Prunella Glocken fumed a bit in her office in the Council Tower. Her assistants held up holopads, pointing out possibilities and counters to this upset in the chambers.
She nodded and processed it outwardly. Inwardly, her thoughts spun at high speed in anger.
That Winchester had gotten this kind of win… Her legendary temper was kept in check only thanks to years of practice. She went over everything that had been said, told her assistants to get the transcripts, and that she expected a proper response by the next morning.
This done, she dismissed her assistants. They went out the door, which slid shut tightly. Glocken looked around the bookcases full of lawbooks and biographies, the pictures on the desk of her family and dog, the various trophies and degrees and awards that decorated the walls to show anyone entering just what kind of a Councilwoman she was.
She lowered the lights a bit, and leaned back in her chair. It creaked a bit, but that helped fill the sudden silence. She looked to the nearby window. A female figure clad in black was sitting on the sill, a motorcycle helmet concealing her features.
"You're late," Glocken stated in irritation.
"
You're not the only one I'm working with," the figure spoke, her helmet distorting her speech. Glocken sighed and shook her head.
"How did it get this far? He's even got Browning on his side!" Glocken growled. She glared heatedly at the figure.
"You promised me proof that Winchester was funding these 'White Fang' attacks!" Glocken sneered. "You promised me accounts that the VDF was a money laundering operation! Well where is it?!"
"We're working on it," the figure said, as calm and collected as ever. She reached into a pocket on her thigh, and pulled out a small holodisk. She handed it over to the suspicious Glocken.
The Councilwoman took it, and plugged it into her player. Several holoscreens appeared above her terminal: All with various financial records and images of Rufus Winchester and Ozpin meeting with various VDF officials.
"We're establishing the groundwork for your case," the figure said, "But it will take time. Ozpin himself is involved. Are you prepared to go against him?"
"In a heartbeat," Glocken said, without even a moment's hesitation. The figure's head tilted in curiosity. The Councilwoman sniffed.
"Surprised?" Glocken asked.
"Curious," the figure stated, "You have often sided with Ozpin."
"Well, if he's going to betray me by going over to Winchester, of course I'll fight him tooth and nail," Glocken growled. She shook her head, and looked over at the far wall. A newspaper clipping was framed. The headline read "GLOCKEN ENDS VDF". A picture of herself, far younger, standing in the center of the Council Chambers was in the center of the clipping.
She allowed herself an indulgent smile as nostalgia overcame her.
"I helped bring down the corrupt edifice of the old VDF," she sniffed, "It had abused our citizens, Faunus, and was guzzling down our money while getting no results." She stood up and stalked over to the paper, staring intently at it.
"Fighting the Grimm with force will always be a losing battle," she sighed.
"You don't approve of Hunters?" The figure asked.
Glocken turned and shook her head.
"I'm fine with Hunters. I'm fine with people standing up to defend themselves. To protect themselves from these monsters… But to truly beat the Grimm requires changing mankind itself. Ending poverty, homelessness, despair."
"A far more difficult challenge," the figure commented. Glocken nodded firmly.
"It is… But it's a worthy one. If Ozpin's going to turn his back on progress? I'll destroy him. Just like Winchester and his little fantasies of redeeming his father. All to make a better world."
Glocken turned back and looked at the figure intently.
"Isn't that your goal as well? To make a better world?"
The figure stared back in silence, before slowly nodding.
"Aren't we all?" The figure asked, her yellow eyes glowing slightly through the visor. She then dropped out through the window and into the night. Glocken watched her go, and sighed softly.
"Most of us," Glocken murmured.
- - -
It's some political worldbuilding and I know it's about as exciting as CSPAN, but it will factor in the narrative further down the line. Promise.
UnknownAnon just gets to write the fun stuff this time around as writing boring stuff helps me recharge so I can write the good stuff again!
Oh, of course the boring political chapter is 69. That's just my luck...