With a substantial number of votes tabulated, it was looking like her amendment was going to fare poorly in the long run. Yet the Falleen took heart, if she truly had any, that the seeds of discontent had been sown and others had begun to wake up to the realization that the Republic was governed, not by a well-balanced Senate representative of its member worlds, but by a small cadre of strong executives who could change the laws on their whim. The Senate supposedly had oversight, but it was unlikely the body would use that power as often as needed, the Senate tended to enjoy not acting like part-time youngling-sitters, far too busy wining and dining with lobbyists to give too much of a care.
Yet they would certainly care the first time a minister wrote a decree that chafed their precious, sovereign noses.
Still, the more codified a system, the easier it was to point out its flaws. There was no hiding behind ambiguities or traditional practices. It was there, it was law, and it could be proven wrong. Yora allowed herself a small turn at the corners of her mouth, considering the many ways in which she could enlighten her colleagues to such a reality. What might be pointless in the larger convocation chamber was triply effective in a confined space, she merely needed the right opportunity.
For now, this bill would suffice.
"Madam Prime Minister, my honorable colleagues, Cyrillia votes in favor of the amended bill with the altered language I submitted before this assembly."