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Faction To Speak With Authority (GA/MP)

Lucas Gracin

Excelsus of the Howlaw Court
Lucas listened to the proceedings with a furrowed brow, his golden eyes glancing between the blue visages before him. Like others, he had agreed to hold the line on Coruscant. Veradune was a culture of warriors and soldiers, and all who served in office were expected in some way to have served on the field. Perhaps it was that militant culture that allowed allowed him to look on the Mandalorians with some measure of respect, even after hearing of all the times his Valde had fought them on the fields of battle.

"Senator Mecetti, a defense pact is just that. A pact to defend each other. What you ask of the Mandalorians is for them to put their lives on the line to prove that they are somehow worthy to put their lives on the line for us. Furthermore, as the Warmaster says they have already fought alongside us." It was days like this, he understood why he had been placed at the head of matters like this, allowing his Valde to give such proceedings a wide berth. Pointless politics for the sake of people hearing their own voices rather than solving issues at hand. "Why is this a discussion? Why are we arguing? The sith are a menace. These Mandalorians are not the same as the ones we fought back. They are willing to help us fight evil and for some reason we hesitate to accept such a boon? The path is clear. Senator Kiles' suggestion has my full support."
 


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"Before we presume anything, Warmaster. It would be prudent to remind you that the Galactic Trade Federation is a neutral entity during times of war stretching back to the Ancient Commerce Treaty of 1647. We would hope that the Protectors honor such neutrality, should full-scale war come to the Sith Order. That is all I can say on such a complicated matter."

"Someone please tell the representative of the Trade Federation to sit down," Yumia chimed in with a scowl. "We are not here to talk about your business, sir. Your claim to neutrality is an embarassment to raise in this senate as a defence for selling your services to a band of imperial raiders. Present us a reason to let the vail of darkness leash us like a dog or curve your tongue."

This was a disaster. Every time people were open to speak, the Trade Federation was sure to be looking for another credit.


"Why is this a discussion? Why are we arguing? The sith are a menace. These Mandalorians are not the same as the ones we fought back. They are willing to help us fight evil and for some reason we hesitate to accept such a boon? The path is clear. Senator Kiles' suggestion has my full support."

"Ord Providence stands in with the representative of Veradune," she concluded. "An ally against the Sith Menace is an ally. I would rather have one nation standing behind our back then none."

 
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"It is a discussion," Pryce said after a long silence, "Because the Alliance cannot so easily accept allies wherever they present themselves. On Corellia we have a saying; Fool me once, shame on you. You fool me, we can't get fooled again and we have been burned by our friends too many times and the Mandalorians too recently." The Empire, Tithe, even Solipsis himself. Far too many times. He shifted in his seat. Fondor was so far from home. He came to Fondor to help establish his offices here but the journey had left him tired, weary, and with little patience.

"The Mandalorians would be a powerful ally if they are anything like the warriors that fought against the One Sith in my youth." He shifted uncomfortably again in his seat. They had called for the Mandalorian aid, but he still wondered about the eagerness to send them to their front lines. "There are still questions to be asked, many which have been deflected thus far with guesses and bravado. We thank you for your previous service Drego, and for the service you provide as a mediator for your people, but this is something that must be taken back to our own committees and our own peoples. The Alliance, after all, is not a monolith. You of all people should know this."

 


The Senators and Representatives, adorned in their traditional garments, proceeded from the entrance corridor to the majestic chamber of Fondor's Senatorial Building, accompanied by the delegation of Mandalorian Protectors. Upon entering, Lodd was afforded sufficient opportunity to contemplate the reply received from Drego Ruus Drego Ruus regarding the Trade Federation's professed neutrality amidst the galactic conflict.

There existed a certain degree of reassurance that the Protectors would refrain from pillaging their freighters and cargo vessels traversing the region although there was never a complete gurantee of such a promise actually being retained.


"We will certainly try to fufill your requirements to the best of our abilities, Warmaster." The Neimoidian said, quickly straightening his attire and adjusted his hat momentarily. The Minister refrained from elaborating on the Trade Federation's dealings with the Sith Order, however, he did have to contact the Kainite Branch of the Sith Order to inform them of this development.

He moved away as Drego Ruus Drego Ruus ripped into Senator Casteban Mecetti Casteban Mecetti as the latter's aged apperance seemed to be more akin to that of a skeletal figure rather than a fully functioning individual. How they had managed to secure a prominent position within the Federal Assembly would remain a mystery to all.

Lodd observed Valette Puritis Yumia Valette Puritis Yumia as they decided to take a dig at the Trade Federation, showing
clear envy towards the significant power and influence held by the megaconglomerate in the galaxy.

"The Trade Federation is merely excerising its right as a business, to make a profit for the betterment of the Alliance. Senator Yumia." Lodd replied in his usual flair, deflecting such accusations of Imperial Collaboration between the Federation and the various Imperial Remnants. "Of course, the Federation will eagerly support the Mandalorian-Alliance Defensive Pact now that our concerns have been respectfully settled with respect to free trade and commerce." The Neimoidian further replied, glancing towards his aides and advisors nearby for support.

 
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"No," Maldor said, "Losing Teta beside us was not enough. And neither is a Defense Pact without a demonstrated offensive action which re-takes our territory from the Dark Empire."

He looked across the chamber, projected in his space just as he was projected into theirs.

"And I see that asking you to go into the field alongside my forces and retake territory was enough for you to raise the specter of the Enclave. How quickly such a notion came to your lips."

The elder Senator waved a hand that now seemed frail as a dry twig, but had once been filled with youthful potency. That was lifetimes ago, now. Or so it felt.

"Many of my esteemed colleagues have the excuse that they have never served in the military. But the Mandalorians know exactly what they are proposing, even if my fellow Senators do not. They are proposing that we burn down the Galactic Alliance to save them."

The Senator's hand now dropped down to his chair's arm-rest, where buttons and dials and controls were present which were difficult to make out in the holographic projection.

"If we enter into a Defensive Pact, it will mean that an attack upon either party must be responded to by the other. That is the point of such an arrangement."

A map projection of the galaxy appeared in front of the Senator's Hologram. A hologram over a hologram.

"Now, look at the strategic situation. We have the Dark Empire in our very hearts, practically on Coruscant's doorstep. The Mandalorians are also threatened. Not merely by the Dark Empire, but by other regional powers."

The galactic map now had a bright red spot appear in Mandalorian space.

"Now imagine that the Mandalorians are attacked. If a Defensive Pact existed, we would be duty-bound to send forces to defend them. As I said, that is the point of a Defensive Pact."

Blue lines now showed paths through hyperspace, where Galactic Alliance forces would speed to the Mandalorians' defense.

"But we are no longer in a position where we can move forces of any significant size safely. To respond in force to the Mandalorians, we would have to leave our core under-defended. Hence, we become trapped by our treaty and at the Dark Empire's mercy.

Either by the Dark Empire launching a feint attack themselves, or entering into an arrangement with the Empire of the Lost or even the Sith to attack on their behalf, they could ensure that we are dutybound by Treaty to create a cavity in our center which they can exploit."


Now the hologram showed gray lines seeping from Dark Empire space as the blue lines of the Alliance entered Mandalorian space. The gray lines of the Dark Empire consumed core worlds by the handful... including Coruscant.

"And if we do not respond to the threat to our new Mandalorian friends, they will howl to the stars how the Galactic Alliance are cowards who can not be trusted. And no one will make a treaty with us again.

Making this Defensive Pact with the Mandalorians as things currently stand is a lose-lose proposition for the Galactic Alliance. We either lose militarily, or we lose politically. We put ourselves into a position where the enemy can maneuver us to strangle ourselves on cords of honor."


The map shifted again, focusing on the Dark Empire space in the center of the galaxy.

"So, I say again. We can not enter into a Defensive Pact unless and until the Mandalorians join us into an assault upon the Dark Empire. An Assault that re-claims the territory in the heart of the Alliance. Only then will we be free to Defend the Mandalorians in kind. Any other result is a folly that condemns the Galactic Alliance.

House Mecetti will send our entire Provincial Defense fleet into such a battle, risking our own province to do so. All that we ask is that the Mandalorians risk it all beside us. This is not a Defensive War. This must be an offensive war and no treaty will be worth more than a knife in the back until the Dark Empire's position in our heart is eradicated."


The old man's voice was much stronger than his frail body implied.




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Drego Ruus Drego Ruus
Syala Braste Syala Braste
Aisha Garon Aisha Garon
Casteban Mecetti Casteban Mecetti
Magant Kiles Magant Kiles
Rens Ahim Rens Ahim
Caulder Dune Caulder Dune
Dracken Pryce Dracken Pryce
Lucas Gracin Lucas Gracin
Valette Puritis Yumia Valette Puritis Yumia Lodd Grimmin Lodd Grimmin
 
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Senator Yumia had two modus operandi in the Assembly: relentlessly bullying the Trade Federation for existing, and going along with every proposition that was laid in front of her. Perhaps she had a one track mind. Most insects did.

Senator Pryce then proceeded to bring up the One Sith, a faction so old it died well before Sycorax was even born. Probably the current crop of Mandos had very little in common with the ones who fought then, back in the Paleolithic Age. After Lodd Grimmin mustered up a defense and granted his support to whatever flavor of Mandalorian these bucketheads belonged to, the Senator of Dahrtag attempted to clear her obstructed airways with a series of coughs, then turned on her mic to give her opinion.

"No."
 


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"So, making this Defensive Pact with the Mandalorians as things currently stand is a lose-lose proposition for the Galactic Alliance. We either lose militarily, or we lose politically. We put ourselves into a position where the enemy can maneuver us to strangle ourselves on cords of honor."

"You seem to be accepting our loss incredibly quickly, Senator," Yumia remarked. "This is an agreement, if you must be reminded, one where the exchange between parties must be equivalent. If you fear we shall be taken advantage of, than I suggest you present terms that you believe are fair. I will remind those present that we did not defeat the Brotherhood of the Maw alone. It took the combined power of five other nations. We are the last standing of them. The fact of the matter is that we will not survive on our own. We will do our due diligance to ensure that the proper steps are done to handle this apropriately. Caution must be taken, as always, but the truth of the matter will not change. Take the risk... or wait to fall."


That certainly was... interesting. Yumia gave a moment of pause before continuing. Lack of words aside, it was a rather clear sign to Yumia that the debate was, aside from the tendancy of the representative of Obulette to talk himself in circles, over. Most seemed to state their affirmations. There was little more to say on changing the minds of those present, at least not on her part.

"Ord Providence stands on it's decisions and will make no further comments," she stated.


 
Eyeing Casteban Mecetti Casteban Mecetti , Ijaat shook his head just slightly. He had let Drego Ruus Drego Ruus lead because of his prior connections to the Alliance. But this was simply poor form on the part of the Alliance in general. You didn't invite an equal to negotiate then spend the entirety of it spitting in their face. Reaching to his hip, he clipped his helmet on and sealed it with a hiss of vacuum and void proofing. His guard and others did the same as he stepped to Drego and put a hand on his shoulder, shaking the masked helmet sadly to indicate it was done. The voice that came next could have been anyone's, modulated and harsh as the annunciator made it. But still, it carried a weight and bite that the ancient circuitry in the Mask and helm could not warp. An iron sine and pride that would brook no more.

"We are done here. This was an act of good faith on the part of my Protectors. Nothing has been done here but leveling ignorance, racism and bigotry towards my people. Even as we stand here now, we could break your entire Alliance and it's government and slaughter most of this room. But we are not as many of you would paint us. We are equals, not dogs to be brought to heel. We are not the Enclave, Ignorance of our culture can be excused in part, we can be insular. But the naked ambition and prejudice here is too much. If the Alliance wishes to be a part of something, they can send envoy and come to us next time. The esteemed Senator of Obulette and High Noble of House Mecett is welcome to Manda'yaim at any time to actually learn of what he speaks."

Without further word, Ijaat turned about abruptly, capped boots clicking in a military fashion at the crisp movement. The rest would follow suit, the order clear if not spoken.
 



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The discussions were fraught with old animosities and fresh wounds, particularly the recent aggression from the Dark Empire, which loomed large over the proceedings. With Tython attacked and territories near Coruscant under threat, the necessity for alliances was imperative—yet the room was clouded by past fears and prejudices.

Matthew listened attentively to each speaker, absorbing the nuances in their rhetoric and the demeanor they displayed. Observing from the perspective of an outsider he was struck by the marked differences in decorum and diplomacy displayed by the assembly members. He noted the short-sighted judgments expressed, pained by the sweeping generalizations made about the Mandalorians and troubled by the petulance and childish antics of some participants. This contrasted with the gravity such discussions demanded.

Unlike the Mandalorian Enclave, which had fizzled out after recent conflicts with the Galactic Alliance, the group present today was the Mandalorian Protectorates—a distinct faction that had approached the Alliance of their own volition seeking cooperation. It concerned him deeply to witness such significant conflation of distinct groups, each with their own history, being treated as monolithic entities. This oversimplification and the readiness of some to openly display their prejudices was inappropriate and dangerously myopic.

"The essence of diplomacy," Matthew began, addressing the assembly with a clear, commanding voice, "lies in our ability to see beyond our preconceptions and historical grievances. We must recognize the individuality and unique circumstances of each faction. Today, the Mandalorian Protectorates, distinctly a different group from the Mandolorian Enclave, have extended an olive branch in a time of mutual need. We must judge them by their current actions and intentions, not by the shadows of those who once bore the same name. It is not just unwise but also unjust to paint all with the same brush."

He continued firmly, "The Protectorates have stepped forward at a time of great peril, seeking a pact to defend against a common foe—the Dark Empire, whose shadows encroach upon your very heartlands. This proposal for a defensive pact is born out of necessity, not opportunism. They have chosen to align themselves with you in the face of a dire threat that has already displaced your center of governance and taken countless lives and endangered countless more."

"Today, some of you have let fear and past conflicts cloud your judgment. Remember, the alliances we forge today are not just for our immediate benefit but for the future stability of the galaxy. Let us not allow our past grievances to blind us to potential allies who come forth with offers of peace. Rejecting a hand extended in alliance based on old grudges could be a strategic misstep we regret as the Dark Empire advances. I urge you to evaluate this offer not through the lens of what has been, but what can be—a future where we stand united, not divided, against a growing darkness. It's about intelligent, strategic decision-making for the survival of all our people."

"With respect, it is evident that the choices you make will resonate beyond your immediate borders,"
Matthew began, addressing the assembly with a tone of earnest diplomacy. "How you handle the proposal from the Protectorates will not only affect your own security but also serve as a crucial indicator to distant regions like mine. We observe your ability to transcend past grievances and assess the merits of forging new paths that may shield against common threats."

He continued, his voice steady yet imbued with concern, "It is disheartening to witness the level of short-sightedness and prejudice that clouds what should be a forum for strategic and cohesive deliberation. The Galactic Alliance, heralded as a venerable institution known across galaxies, seems mired in divisions that are as deep as they are unnecessary. I see a troubling conflation of distinct groups—each with unique histories —being indiscriminately judged by the actions of a another banner."

Matthew's expression conveyed his deep concern. "Such generalizations not only undermine the potential for true understanding and cooperation but also jeopardize future alliances that could benefit from the rich diversity of perspectives within this assembly. From my position, it appears that some members are more interested in displaying their prejudices rather than engaging in constructive dialogue. This approach is not befitting of an assembly that prides itself on leadership and governance."

Concluding his address, Matthew urged, "As someone who represents a potential future ally, I urge you to consider the broader implications of your decisions. Choose to rise above the fray, to evaluate each situation and each group on its own merits. The eyes of the galaxy are upon you, not just to see how you act, but to understand why you act. The decisions made here will resonate far beyond these walls, influencing not only your immediate future but also the perception of potential allies like us.

Unity in the face of adversity, and a willingness to embrace those who offer help, may well define the future stability of not just the Galactic Alliance but also of potential allies who watch and wait."



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"Well," he said to those still in the room, "That went lovely." When he was a youth, just before he'd joined the Omega Protectorate's military, he'd heard that a Mandalorian fleet bearing its Mand'alor and a similar proposition had come to the Republic. That confrontation had ended in a very similar way as it did today, the Mand'alor offering aid with an open threat of violence when the constituents could not come to an immediate decision.​

He looked around the room, noting the persons involved here and found with surprise that he was the only member of either of his committees present. Great. He'd have to write and publish two reports for them to review before the next senate session. He stood up from his seat and sighed. Where had he heard the name Ijaat Mereel before anyhow? It range familiar, as did the name Mia Monroe. He'd kept up with the meditations outlined in the mysterious leather book he'd received that had allowed him to tap the little Force Sensitivity he had. In his old age though, it was more and more difficult to access that fith sense- but even he could feel the presence those two Mandalorians had in the Force. They would be powerful allies- or terrible foes to deal with.
 

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