N E W C O V
The Confederacy of Independent Systems was a body that never slept. With the amount of territory there influence covered, there was never a situation in which a large portion of the planets within it chose to rest at the same time. With great power comes great responsibility, and the Confederacy invested in massive amounts of personnel and technology to ensure they kept that responsibility up. It was hardly a perfect system; planets and populations could not claim they lived in a utopia. But it was a system that ensured the mantra of many was upheld – We Can Do Better. And step by step, better the Confederacy did.
It was as such that tonight's event was planned. A great ball, to which many of the lesser known Viceroyals were invited to, closer to older borders within Confederate Space. Each and every single planet within the cloud had a Viceroy, someone to act as the liason between the planet and the Confederacy, whose sole job was to ensure that the planet continued to operate and be efficient as per its own subjective standards. Rarely did the Confederacy interfere directly, unless the lives of populations were in danger, or on the rare occasion that danger loomed from the outside.
The goal of the ball was to bring these lesser known Viceroys together. For although they all operated mostly alone, gathering only when the time came to cast macro-level votes regarding the overall direction of the Confederacy, the rest of the times, many were left to their own devices, and many of them remained virtually unknown to all but those who dealt with Viceroyalty staffing matters. So here they all were, dressed as the latest high-class fashion dictated, all behaving perfectly well, as one would expect from politicians.
But not all that shone was gold. Internal strife did not wish for the evening to go as planned, did not wish for the evening to be peaceful and social. Servants within the hall had been bribed, bribed to give certain drinks and foodstuff to some of the Viceroyals. Other servants had been bribed to make sure certain doors within the palace were locked, and others were not.
It had taken efforts of both the Knights Obsidian and a few unnamed people to discover that. Immediately, entire portions of the servant staff had been fired, yet as none of the knew where the exact orders had come from, had not known they were culprits to an event that could lead to the death of hundreds, it had not been possible to track those responsible merely from speaking with them. And knowing that the plot had not been undone, and that cancelling the ball was not truly an option that would keep hearts and minds rested – the Confederacy had to do something.
Their mission statement was a simple one. Mingle. Discover. Stop the plot. Bring those responsible for justice back to the Citadel on Geonosis. For the event they had both been dressed entirely incognito; they would be posing as part of the staff, and had schedules to follow, as food and drink servants, as ushers, and then as clean-up crew. And above all, the two had been tasked with ensuring the peace was kept.
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