"As a matter of policy, the New Republic does not," Vice Chancellor Sovv explained, nodding in understanding at the confusion, "But there are still a few agents who maintain a more personal interest, and they pass their findings along to me. We've lost so much in the past five years, I feel a certain sense of duty to piece as much of it back together as I am able."
[member="Lisza Starseeker"] did not know how far the sullustan's information network ran. Ever since his time as Grand Moff Fortan's guest and prisoner, Jaius had taken a keen interest with chess. Now he was looking at the whole board. Even a few state secrets, such as the rebel base in the nearby Kiris Asteroid Cluster that her government tolerated was known to him. The Aliiance-in-Exile had lost many good pilots liberating Corellia from Sith oversight, and Corellians always paid their debts sooner or later. Yet even without the his unique insight, her assessment of the situation was more or less correct. Save for her own Green Jedi, Tython Command had been the last bastion of light in the deep core. Their loss was a cruel blow.
"On the contrary, Corellia is now my sole priority," he answered Lisza's question, no doubt drawing a look of surprise, "I'm afraid you'll have to wait for an official representative to discuss terms. As of one hour ago I transmitted my resignation to Chancellor Fati. Captain?"
"I formally request political asylum on behalf of myself and my crew," Lockwood recited the words as if he had been practicing them all morning.
"Kuat was a catastrophe," Sovv offered by way of explanation, "Not just the needless loss of life, it also challenged the Republic's capacity to protect its borders. The SIS is all but gutted, countless operations blown with the mass release of classified intelligence. So far the public doesn't know the true extent of the damage, but morale is fractured. I anticipate military support for the Senate will collapse in a matter of weeks."
Jaius paused to dab the beading sweat from his brow with an embroidered handkerchief. So many words at once was enough to take a physical toll on him these days. He took another moment to catch his breath.
"I am sure many will say I am abandoning the people I swore an oath to serve in their hour of need. But after much consideration, I fail to see how going down with the ship will serve anyone. Now is the time we must save what we can, and Corellia is our last best hope for the future. Alderaan has been through too much, we can ask no more of Queen Organa. You and I may have our differences of opinion on Imperial containment, but we both agree that a strong Confederation is good for the Core. We are here to offer our services, such as they are, to help keep it that way during this crisis."
[member="Lisza Starseeker"] did not know how far the sullustan's information network ran. Ever since his time as Grand Moff Fortan's guest and prisoner, Jaius had taken a keen interest with chess. Now he was looking at the whole board. Even a few state secrets, such as the rebel base in the nearby Kiris Asteroid Cluster that her government tolerated was known to him. The Aliiance-in-Exile had lost many good pilots liberating Corellia from Sith oversight, and Corellians always paid their debts sooner or later. Yet even without the his unique insight, her assessment of the situation was more or less correct. Save for her own Green Jedi, Tython Command had been the last bastion of light in the deep core. Their loss was a cruel blow.
"On the contrary, Corellia is now my sole priority," he answered Lisza's question, no doubt drawing a look of surprise, "I'm afraid you'll have to wait for an official representative to discuss terms. As of one hour ago I transmitted my resignation to Chancellor Fati. Captain?"
"I formally request political asylum on behalf of myself and my crew," Lockwood recited the words as if he had been practicing them all morning.
"Kuat was a catastrophe," Sovv offered by way of explanation, "Not just the needless loss of life, it also challenged the Republic's capacity to protect its borders. The SIS is all but gutted, countless operations blown with the mass release of classified intelligence. So far the public doesn't know the true extent of the damage, but morale is fractured. I anticipate military support for the Senate will collapse in a matter of weeks."
Jaius paused to dab the beading sweat from his brow with an embroidered handkerchief. So many words at once was enough to take a physical toll on him these days. He took another moment to catch his breath.
"I am sure many will say I am abandoning the people I swore an oath to serve in their hour of need. But after much consideration, I fail to see how going down with the ship will serve anyone. Now is the time we must save what we can, and Corellia is our last best hope for the future. Alderaan has been through too much, we can ask no more of Queen Organa. You and I may have our differences of opinion on Imperial containment, but we both agree that a strong Confederation is good for the Core. We are here to offer our services, such as they are, to help keep it that way during this crisis."
