The galaxy was an ever changing place.
With its dynamic nature came the need for more space. The Republic had plenty of that on its member worlds, but given that some people just didn't feel comfortable without being visibly surrounded by space, there had to be alternatives. Plus they had wanted a place to meet with people that felt more like neutral ground even if it technically wasn't. These were two of the largest reasons why they had spent an exorbitant amount of money to build The Galaxy Tree: one of the grandest space stations the galaxy had, and would, ever see. It was certainly not without its perks, given all the entertainment districts and even the live park.
Transil found it to be a noble gesture, and approved of it. He was more than flattered when they'd tapped him, a member of the judiciary, to run the station. It wasn't as if he were that good at his job. Put a few war criminals behind bars and you suddenly become the talk of the town, so to speak. It wasn't as if it had been hard. The evidence had been pretty overwhelming. But he supposed that most people just didn't understand how the judicial system worked, and just wanted to praise him because they were glad to be rid of said criminals. That was fine, but he hoped they realized that someone was going to have to take his place and if they weren't competent, well, next time could have a different outcome.
There was always a next time.
That was the past, however. Now that people had started moving into the station, it left him with time to do other things, like plan a gala and invite members of the galaxies more favorable factions, especially those aligned with the Republic's interests, but also some that preferred their neutrality. After all, neutrality meant neutrality, which meant that at the least they could develop some trade lines, which would ultimately help the Republic's efforts to grow. Plus it was high time that they all organized themselves into something along the lines of a concerted effort against the likes of the Sith and the Imperials.
Clearly the Alliance couldn't handle things on their own. To his knowledge it had been some time since they'd even won a battle against the First Order. Pompous little chits, they were. He paid attention to the news media and their propaganda campaign. It was very good, he'd give them that, but it didn't change the fact that they were an Order bent on total military dominance, just like any other version of the Empire that had ever existed. Not to mention their human-centrist nature. Disgusting.
While they awaited the arrival of those invited, and hopefully they wouldn't be bothered by the two Dawner stations situated to defend the Galaxy Tree, he settled to getting himself dressed and ready for the occasion. Down at the stations main hangar area, people were waiting to shuttle arrivals through the city to the initial gala hall, a facility complete with open bar, seating, lofted areas for those wishing to watch, and an area for dancing with live music. Transil wasn't into the more classical jive that some people were into, so the DJ was spinning some more electronic beats which seemed to fit the vibe of the station and would set a nice mood for the gala, and, hopefully, make a good first impression for the Republic with some of those attending.