A Day for Coffee

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Lucianus Adair"] [member="Sargon Vynea"] [member="Daxter Neesi"]

Lucianus and his gift with words. She looked around at her fellow council members as the words of Sargon and Lucianus finally got the One Sith member to be clear with his desires. Finally.

She recognized her own failed attempts at her own failure to be direct, herself. Irony.

For the first time, she questioned her role on this council and felt a twinge of inadequacy and insecurity, even with the undeniably attractive gaze of Adair so directly on her image. It was only a matter of time before the Protectorate struck them, word was they were on the move. There were many other reasons to vote for or against this proposal.

Brass-tax: they probably wouldn't be able to trust One Sith or the Protectorate in any kind of alliance but it would behoove them to pick a partnership from one of the beasts along their borders.

"I second Mister Ovmar, my vote is for."

Feeling no longer needed and restless in more ways than one, her projected image disappeared as she left the call.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien tapped on the arm of his chair

"I vote no, breaking alliances sets a dangerous president "

Having spoke Lucien rose and retreated from the room

"I wash my hands of this"

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Watching the votes be tallied he raised his eyebrow at Jared's use of two votes, but even counting his second vote out this vote had the majority. Already his mind was starting to whirl, there was a lot of work to be done before any invasion, and most of it would fall in his department. He may not have chaired the Military as a Council, but he was the Archon over the Fringe army. Exercises, logistical works, build ups and more would have to be figured out before the first ship hit hyperspace. Turning his eyes to the emissary from the One Sith he shook his head slightly before speaking. "I vote no, the Protectorate is no threat at the moment, and the blood spilled not worth a few extra credits in our coffers. Strange you call us lions, yet lions do not seek out more for the sake of having it. They maintain their territory and when another seeks to use their hunting grounds they respond, but they do not simply take for the sake of taking. Strange how simple animals can find this harmony yet the civilized galaxy has not in all its history."

Leaning back the Zabrak moved his eyes to the remaining Councilors as he weighed the decision that was in truth irrelevant. "We've lived in peace, our people have lived in peace because we've chosen that road for them. Beware the path our foot steps upon now, for it will lead to their blood being spilled upon a world they most likely could care less about. What are they dying for? Tax money? Growth into a needed resource? The only resource worth even thinking about taking on Yag'Dhul are the Givin themselves, and their shipyards. The Givin aren't exactly begging to be free of the Protectorate though, are they? So it bodes the question of where the moral right is in taking a toy you think is shiny. The Protectorate isn't going to attack us they are so frightened of the growing Sith they've completely changed the direction of their attention. So I have to vote no, this is a direction of undisguised aggression, and the lives of our people do not deserve to be spent so cheaply."

[member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Daxter Neesi"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Lucianus Adair"]

 

[Lucianus Adair]

"Thank you, councillors, for your votes, and your commentary," he said, internalising the presented concerns for later thought, perhaps discussion. It was an issue that somehow he did not know most of his fellow councillors very well. Perhaps that could change... some of the reactions were troubling, but expected. Then, turning his gaze back to the transmitted image of the One Sith representative, he barely smiled, the corners of his lips lifting just so. "Lord Tsavong..."

A slow breath came in through his nose, and out through his mouth. The path diverted. Lives changed.

"...we have a majority."

[member="Sargon Vynea"] | [member="Kitt Solo"] | [member="Daxter Neesi"] | [member="Lucien Cordel"] | [member="Jared Ovmar"]​

 

[Tefka]

[member="Lucianus Adair"] [member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Sargon Vynea"]

Tsavong nodded.

"As you will, Lords of the Fringe."

He bowed, and turned to Sargon.

The Protectorate isn't going to attack us they are so frightened of the growing Sith they've completely changed the direction of their attention.

"So glad the blood of our men and women can spare you this brief moment of peace."

The holo image of Daxter Neesi, aka Tsavong Kraal, disappeared.