Faction And One More For the Road | GA Senators

[Natasi Fortan]

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The Senate Rotunda was almost always abuzz with activity, and since the decision had been made to move the Senate apparatus to Fondor, somehow it had gotten even busier. Natasi had watched from the sidelines, her process simplified by the fact that she was declining to leave the capital. Even she couldn't quite articulate why she felt so strongly about it; the Supreme Leader merely had an instinctive knowledge of what was right -- and not not necessarily right universally, but what was right for Natasi Fortan.

It hadn't stopped her insisting that her Chief of Staff Kenat join the rest of the Senate support staff. If Natasi's folly got her killed, that was one thing, but she wouldn't let her staff pay the price for her own stubborn principles. And so -- with no meetings to attend, no votes to take, no motions to prepare -- she had found herself roaming the halls of the Senate building complex. She hadn't served long enough to know them each by heart, so it was a good opportunity. Eventually, a little after midday, she found herself in the one of the members lounges. Its broad picture windows took in an expansive view of the Senate district skyline. The usual airspeeder traffic was supplemented, today, by larger freighters and their escorts bearing the markings of the Galactic Alliance.

The freighters arrived and departed like clockwork, it seemed. Every thirty minutes there was a subtle tremor in the floors that Natasi felt in the soles of her feet as a ship launched and ten minutes later another would land to take its place. Natasi crossed from the entrance of the lounge toward the window pausing at the bar. A pair of bartenders were polishing glasses, talking quietly to one another until she came up to the bar.

"Senator Fortan," one said with a smile. "Your usual?"

"It's a bit early, don't you think?" said the Senator for Aegis with a wry smile before glancing at the delicate filigree chrono at her slender wrist. "Could I have a coffee instead?"

"Of course." The bartender nudged the other, who set off to make the coffee. "Not packing up the office, Senator?"

Natasi's eyes followed the other bartender until he disappeared through the doorway, then flickered over to the other. "No," she said. "That is -- I packed up the critical documents and files to send with Kenat. I'm not going. Not now, at any rate." Her head canted to one side. "Something's different in here. I can't quite -- "

The bartender nodded over Natasi's shoulder. "No pianist today. She's on vacation. Corellia. And the replacement got sick. What can you do?"

Natasi turned to follow his gaze to the piano, eyebrows lifting. She turned back and went to continue their conversation, but she hesitated. "You know -- ah -- would you mind if I...?" She jerked her head back toward the piano. "It's been too long."

"You play?"

Natasi gave a self-deprecating smirk. "You'll have to be the judge. I took lessons for about fifteen years, though that was... oh, a lifetime ago."

"If you like," the bartender said, gesturing expansively. "I'll bring your coffee over."

"You must stop me if it's an awful racket," said the Senator -- but she was already walking towards the piano. Natasi perched on the edge of the bench and, after giving her fingers a little flex, she placed them on the keys and began to pluck out -- note quite amateurishly, but certainly not with any great complexity or skill -- a tune. It was in the same style that was usually on offer in this lounge: background music, nothing more, and definitely without the finesse of a professional. But something about the tune, even as haltingly and hesitantly played as Natasi played it, resonated within her. Her father had played it at the party before her brother Mathes had gone off to war. They had all sung together around the piano -- Natasi, Mathes, Papa, Granny, the friends and relations that had come to wish Mathes well, all promising that we'll meet again.

Mathes died six months later. The last time they had all been together again was over his coffin.

"We'll... meet again... don't know where... don't know -- oh!" Natasi's fingers made a discordant noise on the keys as they slipped in surprise when the bartender set a coffee cup and saucer next to her. "I'm terribly sorry. Miles away."

"Not at all, Senator. Here you are. Cream and sugar on the side for you."

The bartender returned to his post and Natasi took a breath, steadying herself, and turned back to the keys. After a moment, she placed her fingers on the keys again, began something new and hopefully less depressing.

Rens Ahim | Lodd Grimmin | GA Senators​

 

[Alicio Organa]

SENATE LOUNGE
CORUSCANT
​

Alicio was summoned by the sound of music.

He'd arrived earlier that day, to move his things from his office. It seemed like only yesterday that Auteme had welcomed him to the Senate Building on Coruscant, and now, it was Auteme that was seeing him out. There was some irony there, that Alicio couldn't find it within himself to appreciate. He'd connected with his aides, who were all helping with the relocation. They were all going to Fondor, too, which the senator was secretly glad for. Especially Orso. The Chiss had been at Alicio's side for years. At least he wouldn't have to worry about his safety anymore.

One little comfort, to match up against his litany of fears.

He'd been taking one last lap around the Assembly Hall. Despite his battles with the Senate, his frustrations... some sentimental part of him would miss the building. The walls held so much history. But then, he stopped. A slow, melancholic piano melody caught his ear.

Alicio followed his ears to a small, forgotten lounge, where he saw... a familiar face, tickling the ivories. Like a shadow, the senator from Alderaan slipped into the room, finding a nearby table, and simply listened, a thoughtful frown on his face.

It was only when there was a lull in the music that he finally spoke.

"How long have you been playing?"

- Natasi Fortan -

 

[Lodd Grimmin]

AND ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD

Alicio Organa Natasi Fortan Rens Ahim ​

The Trade Federation's Office was presently experiencing a state of turmoil, with a multitude of scribes and assistants hastily placing datacrons into securely sealed containers. Simultaneously, a vast array of legal and illicit documents were being meticulously packed away for preservation, destined to be dispatched to Federation Vaults scattered across the expanse of the galaxy to protect them from the hands of the Dark Empire.

The proposal to relocate the alliance government to Fondor had garnered backing from the Federation, however, the potential consequences on the Alliance's economy would undoubtedly be significant should Coruscant succumb to invasion. In anticipation of such a scenario, they had already taken proactive steps by imposing stringent measures on their freighters and actively seeking additional hyperspace routes to cover any loses to their profit margains.

"Make sure those documents reach our transports on the landing platforms!" Lodd explained to the ancient B-1 Battle Droids protecting the sensitive information. "Roger, Roger." came the high-pitched voice of the droid, directing the scribes and assistants to the Federation's reserved spot. Once they were away from sight, did the Minister move towards one of the numerous lounges of the Senate Rotundra.

The soft music and the voice of King Alicio Organa was not loss to the Minister, who gracefully entered inside accompanied by legal deputies.

"Ah, King Organa and Senator Fortan. It is a pleasure to see you."

 

[Monaray Dod]

Location: Senate Rotundra, Coruscant | Tag: Lodd Grimmin Rens Ahim Natasi Fortan Alicio Organa ​

The Senatorial Elections for Bilbringi had just wrapped up when the Dark Empire launched their attack on the Galactic Alliance, preventing the newly elected senator from particpating in the emergency session called by the Chancellor to discuss the possibility of relocating the Alliance's capital to a safer system.

The intention behind this move was to ensure that the Senate could continue its operations without any interruptions.

Amongst the senators, the Sovereign System of Fondor emerged as the top preference, with even the Trade Federation surprisingly supporting the proposal. This was quite unusual considering their tendency to engage in filibustering tactics.

As Feuergeir made his way through the corridors of the Senate Rotunda, he was filled with curiosity and a desire to gather information directly from reliable sources rather than relying on recorded sessions.

With his red cape gracefully trailing behind him, and his white beard impeccably groomed, he entered one of the lounges, ready to catch up and seek answers to his many questions.

"Greetings, I am Albrecht Feuergeir. Recently elected Senator of Bilbringi."

 

[Sycorax Laveaux]

Forcing herself to swallow steaming tea, Sycorax coughed into her elbow and pulled her dark cloak tighter around her. She was seated at a table as far from the rest of the lounge as possible, keeping her distance from the others. The tinkling of piano keys made her wince. Natasi Fortan had taken the bench in the absence of the usual pianist. She was no professional, but after a shaky start, she seemed to find her footing and the music she produced became at least tolerable. But of course, it was that damned song.

"Sorry I'm late." A familiar voice drew her attention from the music. A wild-haired man in a lawyer's suit had arrived at her table, briefcase in hand. "Traffic was awful."

"You should have taken the backroads," she replied.

"I did, but the wind fought me." With the secret phrase properly spoken, he promptly took a seat across from her. "You sound awful."

"I know." She took another sip of tea, grimacing. "It's this cold."

"Shouldn't you be at home resting?"

She waved her hand. "Not yet. They're still clearing my accommodations on Fondor, and I'll have to hitch a ride with at least one other Senator to get there." When the man's brow furrowed in confusion, she added, "It's election season on Dahrtag. Which means it's open season for my enemies." She pointed to his briefcase. "What have you got for me?"

He cast a predator's glare around the room, then opened the briefcase and handed her some files. "Your, uh, friend was a tough case, especially given the stature of the star witness..." He trailed off, eyes darting briefly toward Alicio Organa . "But I think I've got it. There's not a lot of solid evidence linking him to the crime scene, and while the testimony of a Force User is submittable, it's no more foolproof than any other witness testimony."

Sycorax looked over the files and nodded in approval. "I told Lon I'd get him out. I always follow through on my promises." Moreover, he was one of her most valuable agents. So what if he'd gone a little crazy under pressure. These days she couldn't afford to lose her best men. "Thank you, Mr. Hyde. Your services are very much appreciated."

The lawyer grinned, all teeth, then snapped his briefcase shut and left. Sycorax unwrapped a cough drop and popped it in her mouth, her brow heavy. She'd heard a rumor that Han Werdegast's daughter was back in town. Not the dead one - though she'd heard strange things about her alleged return too. This was the older, more dangerous one: Marya, the Devil's Daughter. There was talk of her possibly campaigning against Sycorax in the election. Another parasite in the Senate, that was just what they needed...

An older man ( Monaray Dod ) entered the lounge and just sort of announced himself to all present as the new Senator of Bilbringi. Sycorax tried to remember who his predecessor had been. She vaguely remembered a young Chiss woman, followed by a former Imperial. Normally she kept up-to-date with new Senators, but lately she'd been too preoccupied. She knew exactly nothing about this guy.

"Senator Feuergeir," she said. "Welcome. I hope you are settling in without a hitch. I'd offer you a place at my table, but I'm afraid I haven't been feeling very well as of late."

 

[Monaray Dod]

Location: Senate Rotundra, Coruscant | Tag: Lodd Grimmin Rens Ahim Natasi Fortan Alicio Organa Sycorax Laveaux ​

"Settling in as one can be, when war is at our door step." With a composed demeanor, Feuergeir responded to Sycorax Laveaux , his fingers intertwining as he pondered the identity of the person standing before him.

The senate was filled with countless individuals, but the briefing from the Strategic Intelligence Agency after his election victory, that this was Senator Sycorax Laveaux of Dahrtag, whose straightforward demeanor brought a fresh air to the world of Assembly politics.

Much like any individual within the senate, rumors were bound to circulate everything from involvement in corruption to even nefarious experiments as a member of the infamous nightsister clans of Dathomir, but those suspicions dissipated when the Senator mentioned her feeling unwell.

"It is regrettable that you are experiencing discomfort, although I assume the rapid expansion of the Dark Empire is not contributing to the overall happiness of the members. Could you kindly update me on the latest voting outcome?" A query was initiated, maintaining a safe distance to prevent exposure to any potential infections while remaining close enough to participate in a discussion.

The Senator for Bilbringi had to establish meaningful relationships with other members of the Assembly incase he proposed any legislation.

 

[Lucas Gracin]

Lucas' tail swayed a bit to the music as he stepped into the lounge of the senate building. His work at home had often kept him too busy to visit the bright shining capitol of the galaxy, but some tasks would always be more important than others. It hadn't been hard at all to convince the Valde to let him extend his stay on Coruscant indefinitely, given what was going on. Lucas, like all of his fellow Zorrens, felt the need to protect as more than a moral imperative. It was an instinct. While he didn't blame other senators for packing up and leaving, he knew that he would be there to the end of the line. It helped that his position back home was backed up by three people who could work in his absence, and elect a new Excelsus in the event of the worst. In short, Veradune's leadership was a hydra that couldn't be decapitated.

Holding no compunctions about an earl drink, he ordered a juice with a kick then sat gently in a stool as he wiped at his clean white suit, ensuring that his outfit remained immaculate. Politics after all, was as much about appearances as it was about policy. "Looks like I'm not the only one waving at the transports as they fly on by," the Veran Senator commented as he spun in his stool to address the room. "Odd that it requires the majority of our colleagues taking off to the stars for even this many of us to take a beat and enjoy what we have here."

Natasi Fortan Lodd Grimmin Alicio Organa Sycorax Laveaux Monaray Dod

 

[Natasi Fortan]

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Natasi drew her song to as graceful a close as she could muster and reached for her coffee, swiveling on the bench when she heard the familiar sound of Alicio Organa . As pleased as she was to see him -- and she was -- she blanched and went cold when she realized that he had witnessed her efforts. And not just Senator Organa, but there seemed to be a number of her colleagues there; Senator Grimmin approached and greeted them -- and if she wasn't much mistaken there was Senator Laveaux tucked up at a table at the far end. The poor dear seemed to be unwell. Natasi made a note to send a card. A white-bearded man in a fetching red cape was talking to her.

Better get a second card. Just in case.

"Senator Organa," Natasi said, rising gracefully. She beamed at him, the kind of smile she had not had cause to deploy on Coruscant in some time. "Or should I say Your Majesty? Oh -- well, since I was a girl. My parents insisted that I should know how to play piano, sing, and do needlepoint. All valuable skills in my career, of course." She gave a self-deprecating half-smile. "You've been keeping well, I hope, since your return?"

"Senator Grimmin, good afternoon," she returned the other Senator's greeting. "Are you both all ready for the journey to Fondor? Have you ever been? I can't say I've had the pleasure yet."

The entrance of another Senator -- Veradune's, if Natasi wasn't much mistaken -- caught her attention and she raised her coffee cup in silent greeting. Veradune and the Renascent Republic had entered the Galactic Alliance at the same time. "Well said, Senator," she chimed in before lifting her coffee cup to her lips. Her attention returning to the two of her colleagues in her immediate vicinity. "We're almost a quorum, it seems, imagine that."

 

[Lodd Grimmin]

AND ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD

Alicio Organa Natasi Fortan Rens Ahim Monaray Dod Lucas Gracin Sycorax Laveaux ​

It was uncommon for such a large number of senatorial delegates to convene in such a public location, far from the usual facade and political maneuvering that often happen within the main chamber. However, it seemed the imminent threat of war had united them all for a final display of defiance against the adversaries of the Galactic Alliance. The act of defiance would not last long, as a large portion of the Federal Assembly had already left the Capital of Coruscant with their valuable possessions and riches in tow.

Upon his arrival, a newcomer identified himself as Monaray Dod , the recently appointed Senator of Bilbringi. He was currently in discussion with the representative from Dahrtag, whom the Minister had met several times. Natasi Fortan turned towards them with her customary poise and style, extending a soft greeting and asking them a question.

"The Trade Federation maintains strong affiliations with Fondor, which has allowed me to frequently visit from time to time. However, the proximity of Fondor to the Sith Order has not instilled in me the utmost confidence that it is the ideal location for a new capital."

The notion of the Sith Order launching an invasion of the New Capital before the Senate could be relocated was enough to induce a heart attack.

 

[Rens Ahim]

Monaray Dod Lodd Grimmin Lucas Gracin Sycorax Laveaux Alicio Organa Natasi Fortan

Earlier​

"What?! What do you mean Iona didn't leave on the transport?! She was supposed to be there!" Rens shouted on the commlink.

The Mon Calamari slammed a webbed fist onto the desk at his office alone, with his heart going into lightspeed. His eldest daughter was supposed to leave in her academy's evacuation. Instead she disappeared before the evacuation. Just moments before his attention had been planning with authorities the evacuation of the residents of Coruscant's lower levels but now this…

Shaking his head, Rens listened to the academy's superintendent try to explain but his mind was now worlds away. At the apology on the other end he retorted. "Find my daughter!" Without waiting for a response he hung up on the commlink. The former lawyer immediately got up from the desk.

He wasn't going to stay around and worry himself to death but to look for Iona. Just as Rens was grabbing his coat intending to exit the office when the door at the other end slid open. Annoyed, the Mon Calamari exclaimed.

"No I don't have time for-

But when he saw a young Twi'lek woman with orange skin and wearing a green academy uniform, Rens stopped in his tracks with a dropped jaw. Her blue eyes were filled with relief as she said.

"Dad!"

Immediately the two rushed at one another and collided in a strong embrace.

"Don't you dare scare me like that. You hear me?" He said with pain mixed with anger.

"Dad I’m sorry but I couldn't leave. Not when you're staying."

Rens sighed before breaking the hug. He looked Iona in the eyes, seeing that stubborn glint he first knew years before when Shu and Him adopted her.

"Don't give me that excuse Iona. I had to because it's my duty. People here need my help and our family needs you back on Bestine."

"Mom can handle it. I have been to Level 1313 before and I want to help them."

"You have what?!"

The present​

After nearly an hour of back and forth Rens and Iona walked down the hall together in silence. Right now neither of them didn't have the energy to keep arguing. Inwardly he was torn between comfort that his daughter is missing or worse yet at the other Rens felt like he failed as a parent in getting her out of harm's way. Her heart was in the right place but Rens couldn't help but worry. The reports he read of the Dark Empire's brutality was nightmarish stuff.

Unless I get her out of here somehow soon she'll face that.

The thought of his daughter being endangered was torture on his mind. As if sensing that worry Iona asked.

"So where is your staff?"

Welcoming a distraction even though he was still upset with her, Rens answered.

"I sent them away. Couldn't let them take the risk of staying here.”

Iona nodded in understanding. Her father wasn't a perfect man; but he certainly cared. Rens placed an arm over his right arm over his daughter's shoulders in silent comfort. Sighing again Rens said.

"Your mother is going to kill us both when we get out of this. Well you more than me at least."

Then they both laughed awkwardly, knowing that is true. Once Iona was back on Bestine she was going to be grounded for a month or more. Then the Mon Calamari father and Twi'lek daughter heard music in a lounge yards away. Letting go they made their way toward and sure enough they saw a bartender and fellow senators and representatives.

Iona looked to her and gestured for them to an empty table to the side. There were plenty of seats to go around given recent events. To everyone else Rens greeted each with a polite nod in greeting. Once Iona took a seat Rens went to order himself something by giving some coins.

"Two cups of coffee please. One for me and one for my daughter."

 

[Alicio Organa]

Alicio could sense in the air Natasi's sudden embarrassment as she realized he'd been listening, and tried to assuage her with a kind smile in turn. He'd enjoyed it. Sure, it didn't have all the grace of a career musician, but in the moment, walking through a building soon to be abandoned... it had struck him far deeper than any professional pianist from the University of Aldera could hope to.

The King was mildly surprised to see Senator Grimmin approach. Alicio gave him a tempered nod, looking on cautiously. The Neimoidian had been rather clear that they had almost backed a coup against House Organa, which, understandably, put the former Count on edge.

"You should say 'Alicio'," he said to Natasi, with a good-natured smile.

"I had lessons in art history, growing up. At least yours still get some mileage. It was beautiful." He had a taste for music, one might say. The darkly-clothed senator pondered her question a moment. "Well, I haven't been captured by the enemy since, though not for a lack of trying."

He chanced a light smirk.

"Senator Grimmin," was all he said in return to the Trade Federation delegation, though his face softened slightly. "I doubt anywhere is entirely safe, now. Either we're at the edge of our influence, or in our heart, with the Empire." Then, with a look shared between the delegates, "I don't have much to bring- I won't be able to stay for long. Just... going to set up my office, and help my aides get settled" Duty demanded him elsewhere. He could justify traveling the relatively short distance between Alderaan and Coruscant. He would still make it out for important functions when he could, but Fondor was... considerably farther away.

It seemed Senator Laveaux and a new politician Alicio hadn't seen before were starting a conversation, and it was only then that Alicio noticed how many of them were there, together. Senator Gracin summed it up succinctly, Alicio thought. "I've never even... been in one of these, before. It's a shame we didn't do this more often."

It was then that Senator Ahim and a young Twi'lek entered the establishment. Alicio found another happy smile as he waved the Mon Calamari's direction. It occurred to the Alderaanian that he knew shockingly little about Rens' personal life, having only ever talked to him in a professional context. When the Bestinian Senator returned, Alicio resolved to ask.

But for now, he turned his attention to Natasi once more.

"So, you're staying."

- Natasi Fortan - Lodd Grimmin - Monaray Dod - Sycorax Laveaux - Lucas Gracin - Rens Ahim -

 

[Sycorax Laveaux]

"Settling in as one can be, when war is at our door step. It is regrettable that you are experiencing discomfort, although I assume the rapid expansion of the Dark Empire is not contributing to the overall happiness of the members. Could you kindly update me on the latest voting outcome?"

Sycorax's penciled eyebrows rose, a faint smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. "I was absent from the last Senate meeting. I heard that the Chancellor issued an executive order to move the Senate's base of operations from Coruscant to Fondor." After much debate had led to no decision being made, Auteme made the decision for them. Sycorax was glad she had decided to call in sick that day, and not just because her throat felt like it had been scraped raw.

"So here we are, waiting for or stalling our departure."

Monaray Dod​

 

[Monaray Dod]

Location: Senate Rotundra, Coruscant | Tag: Lodd Grimmin Rens Ahim Natasi Fortan Alicio Organa Sycorax Laveaux ​

Sycorax's penciled eyebrows rose, a faint smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. "I was absent from the last Senate meeting. I heard that the Chancellor issued an executive order to move the Senate's base of operations from Coruscant to Fondor." After much debate had led to no decision being made, Auteme made the decision for them. Sycorax was glad she had decided to call in sick that day, and not just because her throat felt like it had been scraped raw.

"So here we are, waiting for or stalling our departure."

The news did not bring him much solace, considering that the Galactic Alliance was meant to operate as a democratic system where elected representatives of the people decided on matters and turned them into alliance laws under the Chancellor's nominal supervision, a principle even Auteme's predecessor Tithe had accepted despite being a cowardly slime who would turn tail and run at the first sight of danger.

The establishment of such a precedent would initiate a series of events resulting in the gradual decline of the Senate's effectiveness, ultimately relegating it to a mere symbolic body with little power much like the Old Imperial Senate underneath Emperor Palpatine.

To sideline the senate was a grave afront to democracy, even in the event of an emergency.

" I am troubled by the fact that we are letting the Chancellor take on such authority without consulting the Internal Rules Committee." Feuergeir elaborated with a worried expression on his face, fixing the velvet shoulder cape. The Internal Rules Committee would undoubtedly assert that the Chancellor cannot disregard the senate's power in such a crucial debate.

"Safeguarding the Alliance is our solemn obligation, even if it requires us to oppose the authority of its leader." He further commented, Having complete faith in the efficacy of the democratic system.

 

[Lucas Gracin]

Sipped at his drink as he watched his fellow senators converse, his ears flicking towards each of them in turn as they spoke. "Miss Laveaux, you assume that all of us are leaving at all. I'll be staying here on Coruscant for the foreseeable future. This planet will need all the capable fighters it can get when the time comes. And while I may not have earned my seat by throwing a man out of a window like my Valde, I did play a part in our revolution."

The matter of the chancellor however, was something he was far less certain about and he leaned in as Senator Feuegeir spoke his beliefs on their role within the alliance. After considering the man's words however, Lucas gave a small shake of his head. "I believe you're mistaken sir, at least in principal. Our obligation is to safeguard the ideals of the Alliance. But I agree that the result is the same. No voice should speak so loud as to drown out the assembly, even one we've elected into power."

Lodd Grimmin Rens Ahim Natasi Fortan Alicio Organa Sycorax Laveaux Monaray Dod

 

[Natasi Fortan]

​

"Fascinating, art history," Natasi said, and no word of it a lie. "I've always appreciated art. What it can tell us about the people who commissioned it and created it and bought and sold it. Though I suppose it is possible to read too much into that. There was supposed to be a Grand Admiral from the first Galactic Empire who was said to be able to derive great amounts of insight into his enemies from the art they made." She shrugged delicately, took another sip of her coffee. "Perhaps it's apocryphal."

"I never took you for a pessimist, Sen -- that is, Alicio," Natasi said, sharing a confidential glance and half-smile with the Alderaanian. "There's no reason why we can't do it when we're all back together again. Not that even a sizeable fraction of the Senate could fit in here, but -- perhaps it would be good for us, to say nothing of our democracy, to get to know one another as people, rather than as political punching bags." Her eyes lingered on Grimmin a moment. Soft, pensive. She had no patience for the man in the Senate rotunda, but here he was, up close, in the flesh. A person, like Alicio or Natasi herself.

She didn't know how things would be different if they could all treat each other with a little more -- for lack of a better word -- humanity. But she knew that things would be different, somehow.

"We are certainly in interesting times," Natasi mused in response. "You make an excellent point about Fondor's proximity to the Sith -- and I've never known the Sith to stay their hands when they could sow chaos." She swirled the contents of her coffee cup and frowned thoughtfully. "I suppose at some point we must place our faith in the Defense Forces and the SIA. Though with the director resigning I'm not sure what help they can hope to be. I hope the next person chosen is... at least competent." She shook her head, more in sadness than in anger -- but still not entirely without anger.

Natasi's gaze returned to Alicio at his statement. Her back stiffened a little and she gave him a nod. "I've never been one to go 'round by the road, I'm afraid." She set the coffee down and clasped her hands in front of her, knuckles white with unexpressed anxiety. "With the way some people are going on about it, I wouldn't blame some of our citizens for buying into the propaganda that the Senate considers Coruscant lost. I feel it is my obligation to -- in an admittedly small way -- demonstrate that we do not."

She paused a moment, dark eyes gazing into the middle distance over Alicio's shoulder, back into history. "Before Galidraan reunited, there was a hideous global conflict -- during the Plague years -- and the capital city of my family's faction, the seat of the royal house then and today, Calavar, was bombarded by the enemy. Relentless. Ruthless. No care for civilian losses, in fact I think it was rather the point. My grandmother used to tell the story about the king and queen who refused to leave Calavar. She said it was such a comfort to the people to see the lights in the palace burning, to know that the king and queen were there, with them. Even when the Blue Palace was bombed and partially destroyed, they refused to go. The queen said she was glad of it, said it meant she could look the people of the bombed wards in the face."

Natasi's eyes refocused on Alicio. "I don't know what I can accomplish on Fondor. One among many Senators for a government that, it seems, does not require Senators to make critical decisions..." She paused, shaking her head regretfully. There was going to be a reckoning for the Chancellor one day, and probably soon. She wondered if Alicio was prepared for a change... "But to be seen here. To make people feel seen and heard. I can do that. And, I suppose, if anyone is needed to crash a capital ship into another in a grand gesture of heroic sacrifice -- or melodramatics, depending on who you ask -- well, I've got that on my resumé, too."

"What about Alderaan?" Natasi asked Alicio quietly. "If there's anything the Renascent Republic can do, anything we can offer... I know you would insist that we -- that I owe you no debt -- so perhaps view it as neighbors looking after one another, hm?"

Alicio Organa | Lodd Grimmin | Sycorax Laveaux | Lucas Gracin | Monaray Dod | Rens Ahim | Auteme​

 

[Lodd Grimmin]

AND ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD

Alicio Organa Natasi Fortan Rens Ahim Monaray Dod Lucas Gracin Sycorax Laveaux ​

The interaction between Natasi Fortan and King Alicio Organa flowed effortlessly, as they had developed a strong camaraderie during their time as captives of the Mandalorian Enclave during the Alliance-Enclave War.

Meanwhile, the Neimoidian felt somewhat excluded from the conversation, although recognizing the importance of gathering any information, no matter how insignificant, about political adversaries. This knowledge could potentially be used as detrimental evidence if they were to oppose the desires of the Trade Federation within the Federal Assembly.

Fondor was easily accessible to the Sith Order, with the Mors Mon Super Dreadnought capable of breaching their orbital defenses and seizing the planet in a sudden attack. It could be argued that Organa's belief in the lack of safe havens in a galaxy plagued by constant warfare was indeed valid enough to concern even the mighty megaconglomerate.

"There is absolutely no necessity to unnecessarily offer yourself as a sacrifice in a grandiose act against the Dark Empire. By doing so, you might inadvertently become an inappropriate martyr, validating their claim of being the rightful imperial lineage, derived from both the First Order and the New Imperial Order." The Minister provided an explanation, with the intent to thwart the Dark Empire from any recognition as a legitimate faction.

"Although to an earlier point, we should push for the Chancellery elections to be held as swiftly as possible. We need new perspectives and ideas in order for the Alliance to win this new front." Lodd said, picking up a glass from the bartender.

 

[Sycorax Laveaux]

"Miss Laveaux, you assume that all of us are leaving at all."

Sycorax turned at the sound of a new voice. She recognized Senator Gracin, though the two of them had never met one-on-one. Which was part of the reason why she felt a bit annoyed at his launching himself unannounced into the discussion.

"...And while I may not have earned my seat by throwing a man out of a window like my Valde, I did play a part in our revolution."

"Oh, you and your Valde are very much alike in other ways," Sycorax commented, raising her teacup to her lips. You both have a habit of making everything about yourselves.

Now, she didn't hate or even particularly dislike Gracin. She just found him to be lacking in humility. He was also the Senator of Veradune, a planet which apparently believed they had a right to overthrow the governments of other nations they deemed corrupt. Now, not to be one of those people, but taking it upon yourself to judge the entire galaxy based on one's own cultural values and punishing those who failed to meet your standards with a forced regime change sounded like a recipe for disaster. Sycorax loved a little revolution, but she was neither blinded by hubris nor psychotic enough to impose her ways on the rest of the galaxy.

(Ahem, despite claims to the contrary.)

"I am troubled by the fact that we are letting the Chancellor take on such authority without consulting the Internal Rules Committee. Safeguarding the Alliance is our solemn obligation, even if it requires us to oppose the authority of its leader."

"I believe you're mistaken sir, at least in principal. Our obligation is to safeguard the ideals of the Alliance. But I agree that the result is the same. No voice should speak so loud as to drown out the assembly, even one we've elected into power."

"Auteme's been in power for too long. It's what happens when you do away with term limits." She shrugged. "The better question is, who do you want to be Chancellor after she leaves office?" Sycorax already had someone in mind, but she wanted to hear who these two might suggest.

Monaray Dod Lucas Gracin​

 

[Monaray Dod]

Location: Senate Rotundra, Coruscant | Tag: Lodd Grimmin Rens Ahim Natasi Fortan Alicio Organa Sycorax Laveaux
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"I believe you're mistaken sir, at least in principal. Our obligation is to safeguard the ideals of the Alliance. But I agree that the result is the same. No voice should speak so loud as to drown out the assembly, even one we've elected into power."

"Auteme's been in power for too long. It's what happens when you do away with term limits." She shrugged. "The better question is, who do you want to be Chancellor after she leaves office?" Sycorax already had someone in mind, but she wanted to hear who these two might suggest.

A new voice had joined the duo's conversation in the form of the Senator of Veradune, who if memory served correct was a planet that was determined to overthrow any percieved notion of authoritarianism, no matter how insignifcant, in order to protect the lives and rights of its citizens.

However such a blatant disregard for planetary autonomy was disconcerting to the Senator, as each planet within the Alliance should have the freedom to govern their own systems according to their own beliefs, as long as it did not infringe upon the fundamental principles of the Alliance.

" It is often the case that ideals are susceptible to corruption, Senator, when not considering the full context." Albrecht calmly expressed his dissent, firmly convinced that ideals were nothing more than a contrived notion, susceptible to manipulation by those with malicious intentions like the Trade Federation.

Glancing towards the represenative of Dahrtag once more as they brought up another topic of discussion on who should be the replacement for the Chancellor.

"There is no doubt that Chancellor Auteme has done a great many things for our democracy, but you are right that overtime she has become less inclined to the opinions of the body at least from what I've heard." The Senator elaborated prior to proceeding.

"The role of Chancellor is a challenging one to fill, however, my preference would lean towards an individual with minimal commitments elsewhere. While Alico Organa may be a popular choice for many, his close ties to the Monarchy may hinder his suitability for the position."

 

[Alicio Organa]

Alicio raised a subtle eyebrow at Natasi, trying to decide if she was joking or not. Finally deciding she wasn't, the Alderaanian bobbed his shoulders. "It was never... a passion of mine. And... you can tell a lot about someone's culture from their art, but I can't imagine how someone could use that in war."

"Being able to identify the eras of Mandalorian Cubism is fine and all, but music can connect people in ways... not many things can. And that's priceless."

The woman's reason for staying was a noble one, Alicio thought. If he didn't have a planet to steward now, her words may have convinced him to do the same. Instead, he chuckled a little at her assurance that she would go out in a blaze of glory, if necessary. Lodd's very serious response only made Alicio's grin a little sharper. "I second Senator Grimmin, with the additional reasoning that I'd prefer you didn't die." The fact that she implied she'd done it once before was clocked by the king, but he didn't mention it. There was no way of knowing whether that was a story fit for an impromptu get together or not.

"Well, you don't owe me any approximation of a debt." There was a stubborn edge to his tone. He needed to make that clear. "But Alderaan is happy to have a friend in the Republic, Natasi."

The conversation between Lodd, Lucas, Sycorax, and Albrecht wasn't lost on Alicio. He listened a moment, only turning away when the inevitable topic of new chancellery candidates came up. He wanted no part in that conversation. Not today.

"You know, if you're offering.... I've actually heard tales of the Renascent Republic's prefabricated houses." Alicio's cheeky smile had lost a bit of it's luster. "I've been making strides in transportation and bacta generation. If you wouldn't be opposed to pooling resources... I think we could do some good work."

Alicio let his face turn to the rest of their little gathered group. "I've been thinking long and hard about how we can prove that we aren't abandoning the people of the Alliance. I think a relief drive is how. A big one. A bipartisan effort to help the people affected by this war."

- Natasi Fortan - Lodd Grimmin - Monaray Dod - Sycorax Laveaux - Lucas Gracin - Rens Ahim -

 

[Natasi Fortan]

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"Prefabricated structures we can do," Natasi said. "Ever since transitioning to using the natural resources of Aegis and the other worlds in the Republic for constructions, those prefabs have been going spare. We use them primarily for housing refugees and supplies for the refugee camps, now, but there is a large surplus. Anything not needed for that effort is at your disposal. And we can transport them wherever they're needed, of course."

Natasi's slender frame turned with Alicio toward the rest of the Senators. She had been following along a little with their conversation -- enough to know there was a game afoot. "I hate to throw cold water on such a festive occasion as a coup, but Chancellor Denko-Durren isn't Chancellor because of her good looks and charm. She knows this game better than most, and she plays it to win." Natasi's fingers lifted her cup and saucer, gently agitating the contents within. "At any rate, don't you think it's in bad taste to capitalize on this situation, now? There are other ways to protest if you feel so strongly about it. Senator Gracin may be able to use a hand loading the artillery, for instance," she said, with a good-natured nod toward the Veradune Senator.

The truth was that Natasi had no particular love for the Chancellor. She admired the woman's longevity and ability to maintain power without resorting to such unseemly methods as assassinations, but despite her best efforts the two women simply didn't mesh. It was a shame, but there was nothing to be done about that now. And even Natasi couldn't defend the rather heavy-handed nature of her decree -- but even so, to overthrow the Chancellor now seemed destined to appear desperate, an appearance that would be as heavily capitalized upon by the Alliance's enemies' propaganda war as the moving of the capital was.

And even more troubling was that such a move might even be desperate.

"As usual, Senator Organa has the right of it," Natasi declared imperiously, brushing past the unpleasantness as she took a sip of her coffee. "We must think of a way to demonstrate that this is a move of strategic necessity rather than self-preservation -- though the two, in truth, may well overlap a little. And it's not just Coruscant, either. We will see hundreds of thousands -- millions -- probably more -- coming from Empress Teta and the other worlds the Dark Empire has claimed. They will need help and support. They may not be our constituents, but they are citizens of our nation. If we can help, we must."

Her coiffured head tilted toward Alicio. "What do you have in mind, Senator? If it is within my power, you shall have it." She teetered on the edge of adding a caveat, but decided that she could trust Alicio Organa not to fundraise off of her with some kind of scheme: hot buttered toast with a Supreme Leader at tuppence a slice.

There again she could think of a few of her colleagues she wouldn't mind having in a dunk tank.

Alicio Organa | Lodd Grimmin | Sycorax Laveaux | Lucas Gracin | Monaray Dod | Rens Ahim​