Uprising
Romana wearily sat down.
"What news?"
"You know what news," Paradon, now the new Chancellor snapped. "We're losing on every front. Half of our defenses are gone, and we're losing more every minute."
"We're using everything we've got to stop the Daleks from getting through the transduction barriers," said the Castellan. "We can't hold them off much longer, and we certainly can't get rid of them."
"How is the delta wave coming," Romana asked.
"Still a week away," the chief engineer replied. "I don't know if that will be long enough."
"I honestly don't know what to do," Narvin sighed. "Unless our allies arrive. Which we don't know that they will."
The Castellan cut in.
"We've tried freezing the Dalek fleet in time, trapping it in time loops, or reversing its timestream, but temporal manipulation only holds them off for a few moments before they break out of it."
"We MUST open the Omega arsenal," cried Paradon. "If we don't, we're finished!"
Romana growled in irritation.
"Forget about the Omega arsenal. I will not budge on this matter as long as I am in office."
Paradon smirked.
"Then perhaps your time is up, Madame President. You have resisted all efforts to utilize the resources we need to win this war, while the enemy who have no such qualms surround us on all sides and continue to massacre our fleets. Your greatest victory in office led us into a trap that now threatens our very existence, and that victory wouldn't have been possible at all without a wise engineer who was willing to do what needed to be done, against your orders. And you fired him for it. You are not fit to lead us in this war."
Paradon turned to the rest of the council.
"I propose a vote of no confidence against president Romana. If we are to achieve victory, we will need a wise and powerful ruler who is not afraid to do what needs to be done. I propose that we journey into the Death Zone and resurrect lord Rassilon, our founder and the greatest Time Lord who ever was!"
"What?!" Romana cried. "You don't know what you're doing! I have saved this planet from every crisis it has encountered in my administration, and I will do the same with this one! You can't bring Rassilon back, he was locked up in that tower for a reason!"
"We can and will," said a young council woman. "This war is more dangerous than anything we have ever faced."
"There are rumors," said another councilman, "that the Nightmare Child is still out there and may return. If it returns to full strength and attacks Gallifrey, only Rassilon would be able to repel it."
"You don't know that," Romana countered. "We know little of how Rassilon would handle this. I have saved this planet multiple times during my administration, and you plan to boot me out and replace me with someone we honestly know little about now that we're in another crisis?!"
"I stand with President Romana," Narvin stated. "She has proven herself a capable leader, and I would much prefer her to this mad scheme of yours!"
"Then you can vote to keep her," said Paradon. "Let's see if it will be enough. We will hold the vote now."
They cast their votes, and only seven voted to keep Romana. Her time as president was over, and Gallifrey was about to enter a new era.
"We will now go to the Death Zone, and bring back Rassilon," Paradon announced. "He will lead us out of this dark hour and into the light of a better new age!"
"For the sake of Gallifrey and the universe," Romana replied, "I hope you are right."