Faction Break Glass in Case of Invasion | CIS Viceroyalty

[Daegon Corvinus]

Slowly, and yet quickly, tired bodies of the Viceroyalty poured into the massive chamber. None of them were aware as to why they were being called. The missive which had come across on emergency channels was short.

MESSAGE INCOMING​

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EMERGENCY ASSEMBLY OF THE VICEROYALTY​

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PRESENCE REQUIRED​

The aged Twi’lek who served as the Speaker of the Chamber stood ready at the center dias where he had presided over countless meetings. Today his features were dim. The smile in his eyes was gone, replaced with a stoic expression. He was there for business. A small measure of concern was written across his forehead as he looked down at the teleprompter. His words would be few, and while this address had been drafted quickly, the import was much heavier than the mere minutes given to craft sentences which weighed upon his heart.

With a deep breath the wrinkled elder lifted his head to speak the words which he knew would bring a chilled silence to the white noise murmur of the crowd which had gathered.

“Ryloth and Siskeen have gone dark.”

His voice echoed through the chamber. Standing still, almost statuesque, the speaker could only let the seriousness of his body language confirm the harsh reality of the words he had just spoken.

Something had happened.

“You have all been called tonight as action must be taken. Decisions need to be made. Normally I would caution all of us that this is not a time to be hasty, but I fear in this matter time is of the essence. Before the floor is opened we will hear from the Vicelord himself. I beseech all of you, in this hour, listen to his words.”

Daegon sat back in his seat quiet. Something had happened alright. There were three people who belonged in the chamber who were not. For the first time since Daegon had been elected as Viceroy he was not in attendance. His friend Derek Dib was not in attendance, and his beloved was not in attendance. How he wished he were there. His nature was to observe and listen, to quietly sit back, form his opinion, and then speak.

Today he would do none of those things, at least not from his pod.

The scene played out before him over holovid. He listened to the brief address which was given by the Speaker of the Chamber. Daegon knew all too well why Ryloth and Siskeen were dark. It was for the same reason his friend and bride were by his side in bacta tanks instead of walking among the living.

For all of his promises that he would keep Seraphina happy, it had been a selfless act to attempt to save a friend that had been her undoing. Daegon sat between them. Seraphina on his right and Derek on this left. He refused to leave them. His face wore the stubble of a man that held the weight of their predicament on his own shoulders. The usual immaculately dressed man was more disheveled than he had ever allowed himself to appear. WIth a sigh he ran a hand through his hair as the other rest on the tank which held his wife. He could not appear before the Viceroyalty looking as he did.

Taking a quick step away Daegon replaced his ascot and did his best to look presentable. Forcing a smile on his face, the Demon of Thyferra waved his hand toward the switch on his holodevice. Daegon took his pod in the Viceroyalty Chamber via a holo projection for the first time since being elected. It was not an ideal situation as he liked to observe the room. Tonight he would not be able to do that. Daegon was not in the frame of mind for this meeting, but he would attend. He would do what needed to be done, because that is what Derek would want. That is what Seraphina would want.

 

[Vanir Eris]

Of all those assembled, Vanir was likely the newest and least familiar. At first he had dreaded the moment he would be summoned, but considering his first summons was a crisis, he felt oddly relieved. This was something that would, with luck, become swiftly dealt with as the situation demanded.

He sat in his seat taking in the faces of people he was seeing for the first time. As he had received the summons while out doing research he hadn’t arrived as he would have done had he had time to prepare. Still, he felt confident enough that he wouldn’t be doing too poorly for a first impression considering what he was wearing had been thrown together.

Long ingrained habit of dressing nicely and keeping a stash of clothing on his ship for emergencies, once again paid off. At least he hadn’t come dressed for the environment he’d been in. A silly thing to worry over, given the circumstances, but there were people who would take offence even in dire circumstances.

His closest neighbor looked him over with a satisfied smirk. “Arbra hmm? I have to say, you weren’t what I expected coming from a planet mainly of back water primitives.”
The Lopara looked over at the man and tilted his head. “Sadly I cannot share your sentiments sir.”
The man frowned a bit confused. “What do you mean by that?”
A light smirk touched his lips, a brief flash of teeth. “While I am not what you expected, you are sadly exactly what I expected.”
“H-how dare you!”
Vanir turned his attention back to where he had been focused. “Now that we established I don’t care for the game played by a bottom feeder, can we skip to the part where you dismiss me as being beneath you so I can focus on the emergency at hand?” When he sputtered, purple with rage, the Lopara continued smoothly. “Ah good, glad you agree.”

While he could have just let it go or at least played it bland, Van didn’t want to miss anything important all because a fool thought to play a dominance game to someone he thought he could bully. He entertained the thought that maybe he would have done things differently another time, but he also knew himself too well. He probably would have been less polite were things less dire.

His planet was one of the least relevant, least wealthy and least looked upon in the Confederacy. The only thing it had going for it was the resources and Van would fight tooth and claw to keep his world from getting ravaged to feed a war. That being said, he would find another way to help, but not at the expense of land or people.

The one who took point was unsettling, Eris had his hackles up a bit, but he ignored it. It was that sense of not being the only predator in the room nor the biggest. It wasn’t fear he felt, but more the urge to challenge, but it was a base instinct he paid no heed. One thing he was certain of, this one was definitely one to pay attention to.

Daegon Corvinus

 

[Raven Thystle]

VICEROY THYSTLE​

Tags: Daegon Corvinus | Vanir Eris | Darth Metus | Seraphina Corvinus​

Equipment: Taozin Amulet | Current Outfit​

A Viceroyalty summons was not at all strange, an emergency one? Fell into that category, but not quite. Raven considered the Siskeen meeting to be an emergency, one where not all members were not able to make it and a couple had even gotten gravely wounded. However she had had much to deal with even after Siskeen, including her own kidnapping, which prompted Raven to make sure that her own plans had begun right away. Hot upon her heels were Nadia and Nala. Both if not one or the other were always constantly around her and had been glued to her side ever since the incident. They blamed themselves for the Viceroy's kidnapping; for not being there to defend her from the onslaught, but the vampiress did not blame them. For it was she that had given them leave to see their families and who would ever think that someone would kidnap an official right from their very own planet?

Raven didn’t, but she should have.

Heeled steps crossed over to her pod with Nadia and Nala close behind. The bodyguard’s tails flicked with the displeasure of their Viceroy leaving Felacat to attend a meeting in person instead using a holo projection. Needless to say, her bodyguards had become more and more ever watchful. Quietly, she took her seat in her respective pod and when it released, it rose to find its temporary place. Her two bodyguards quietly seated themselves behind Raven as the woman leaned back into her seat while adopting a look of boredom once again. Politics was no place to begin squabbling with each other about who had the biggest planet or the most resourceful. Politics was a time for the Viceroyalty to come together to talk about the future of the Confederacy and the plans that will take it forward.

The woman lifted her right arm only to bend it and place her right elbow upon the arm rest. Her right hand drifted upwards and she flipped it so then her palm faced skywards. Then she leaned to her right and rested her chin upon her open palm. Chocolate brown eyes took note of the fact that someone had projected in and she wasn’t surprised by who it was. Viceroy Corvinus had taken many hits during Siskeen and it was no wonder that Siskeen and Ryloth had both gone dark. Both had been hit equally hard, while the Viceroy of Siskeen was somewhere in a Bacta tank sleeping in a coma. She had been there, had witnessed the tragedy of the situation and had felt the emotions that had poured off of Daegon.

Emotions were something that got people killed. Personal connections were what got people killed and Seraphina had demonstrated precisely why those personal connections could be used against someone. Instead of one, they had taken two casualties. However, she did have to concede that without Sera’s involvement when it came to the bullet, Viceroy Dibs might not be in a coma. Instead, they could have maybe been planning his funeral arrangements. Chaos had been presented within the confines of that meeting room and instead of the AoC showing that they were competent in the realm of politics, they had only proven to those who could see; that they lacked the skills of diplomacy.

Derek Dibs had paid the price for their penchant for violence, but at least he had gotten one violent strike of his own in and they had managed to capture an ally of the AoC’s.

Still… Even as her thoughts churned over the finer details of Siskeen and Ryloth, she listened to the twitching of the tails behind her before focusing upon the room. They all waited for the Vicelord to speak and wait, Raven shall.​

 

[Custani Valcho]

D I S T U R B E D​

Custani had just returned from his trip to Courscant when he received the transmission. He was tired and was in no way ready to argue with the rest of his peers concerning any type of policy. That was until he saw it was an emergency session of the Viceroyalty.

What happened while he was gone? It couldn't have been the vote on the bills he endorsed, no that wouldn't be a emergency. So, he traveled to Geonosis and prepared himself for a stay in his private chambers in the city. He was not returning home anytime soon.

Almost everyone was present. Almost...he noticed how the Viceroy's of Siskeen and Ryloth were not. What happened? He thought yet again. Another attack? Resignations?

"Speaker, may we please proceed. I hate to be a stickler but I am tired and would like to retire...that is unless something terrible has happend"

Raven Thystle Vanir Eris Daegon Corvinus

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[Draconis Sederius Wolf]

Viceroy-Elect Draconis of Teyr
tags: Daegon Corvinus Vanir Eris Darth Metus Seraphina Corvinus
Equipped: This outfit, his Muscles
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Draconis was walking down the halls of the viceroyalty building quite quickly as he hurried to this emergency summons. Normally he'd been able to ignore most of the summons to the viceroyalty, due to him being a Viceroy-Elect and all. But this was quite different. An emergency summons, and almost directly after the events of Siskeen and Ryloth. He'd been on the ground when the attacks started. He'd been there when the so called freedom fighters sponsored by the willful actions of those who should be named terrorists. His rage burned as he remembered all of the death and destruction they had sown. Their claims, outright lies. He would burst through the door that lead right to his small place to sit for the conference, representing his planet and system. As he took his seat he would notice that a lot of the others were murmuring in curiosity or worry about why this session had been called. He closed his eyes as he tried to regain his composure. Which now was more difficult than it had ever been.

Because he knew.

He knew why this session had been called. He knew what had started all of this. Those monsters that wore the guises of people, of saviors. Those that had claimed their hands clean in a "bloodless revolution" when the only reason they were clean was because they got someone else to do their dirty work. They were cowards. They were scum. And Draconis hated them. They were just like the worm he'd replaced. Spineless and unwilling to actually do the right thing, only the easy thing. As the speaker in the center would say his piece to open up the ceremony and get everyone's attention, Draconis would stand. And then he spoke. If Draconis hadn't known before hand what was coming his heart would have stopped for a few seconds. But he had been there for the attack. He was on the ground as people were dying because of those savages.

So all he felt was rage.

A small railing would be before Draconis and he quietly locked it into a vice grip to give him something else to think about other than the fact that their sacrifices on the planet had been in vain. That the cowardly enemy they'd faced in combat had somehow managed to come back and do even more damage. He had half a mind to leave right then and there and call upon the Surric Local Defense Forces Expeditionary Unit and go there to retake the planets himself. He was a soldier at heart, a leader of men and women. And something like this tore at the very core of his being. Anyone who was force sensitive would be able to feel the fiery rage that burned in Draconis's heart. The burning rage that threatened to consume him.

Only his determination and discipline held him and his tongue. Only his training held him together at this very moment. He awaited to see what the Vicelord would say. What they all would say. And while Draconis may not have the same authority as a properly elected Viceroy, he would not stand for the injustices that had just occurred. That the CIS would abandon those on Ryloth and Siskeen. At the very least, the Surric Local Defense Forces would be mobilized. His people may have been war weary from their own battles, but they knew the vital importance of being ready for war.

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

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"This had better be important," was what the Empress of Falleen had hissed as she strode down the hallway toward her office.

Emergency Assembly of the Viceroyalty! What could be so urgent it would interrupt her enjoying the comforts of home?

Several attendants had made sure to fuss over her before Xazzex crossed through the palace and into her chambers. It wouldn't do for her to appear out of sorts even if it was by hologram. It hadn't taken long. Delay was equally unacceptable, and so they'd worked diligently and expediently. It was one of the many reasons they were employed in the service of the Empress, after all.

She took her seat and activated the transmitter and receiver to attend this sudden demand for a meeting. If this turned out to be another declaration of a new Executive Order without a clear and pressing need to do so without the consent of the Viceroy, they'd have one incredibly incensed Falleen on their hands.

The countenance of the Falleen Viceroy was customarily flat, though with a slight lowering of the brow over her eyes, not that anyone would see that through the projection. Control of one's emotions was important in a leader, and especially as the leader of Falleen. Nevertheless, these were extenuating circumstances which were already on the wrong foot by the time someone started talking. And that someone was the Speaker -- the Twi'lek she didn't really pay any heed to when it came to whose 'turn' it was to speak.

Gone dark? Xazzex's muscle didn't so much as twitch. That was all they were going to say before handing it over to the Vicelord? If what the man was about to say was something short of an invasion, she would be extremely disappointed at the theatrics on display.

Tag: Open | Darth Metus

 

[Dib'eor'nuruodo]

Siskeen System, Olanet​

A few years passed since he walked the halls of the palatial residence on Olanet. Silence seemed to follow his heavy steps that led to the guttered conference room. Where once pristine walls and floor to ceiling windows offered a grandiose view of sloping hills now he was subjected to a shattered visage that echoed faintly of death through the force. Life was violently taken and the shadow of the event cloaked every square inch. A keening wail unvoiced and darkened shades unseen haunted him in the force. Fists clenched at his sides while he looked to the singed carpet and knelt at a central point that oddly held no damage yet emitted the greatest cry in his soul.

“Come away from here Rhae.” Jerek looked over the ravaged room darkly, his face telling the tale of his own anger at the loss that took place here. The unspoken thought existed even without words, if he had been there he would have done more. A thought shared by many. His hands unclenched and he nodded once to the mandalorian shadow, one half of a human set for one twin. Malak most likely watched over Amma somewhere as she buried her nose into studies or possibly staring after Freddie as he tinkered on something. The two men walked deeper into the palace taking a certain amount of amusement at the neutrality of the structure. It was a building free of personal influence, no personal touches of the Viceroy.

No, any personal presence would have been at his villa, the estate by the sea where he hosted friends and family, small list though it may be. It was a rare thing to find the Viceroy taking time off from his responsibilities, statecraft or familial. The man was always on the go. That was his true legacy. Service to his people. And the work he chose to carry almost cost him his life. And no one was aware of the full price tendered by the Viceroy that day, not yet at least.

Briskly he walked down the hall, Jerek following as a shadow, until the presidential alabaster doors stood before him. He pressed them open with nary a thought to the confrontational characters within. The various officials rose as he circled the table, the Guard standing at attention with smartly pressed uniforms bearing the red sash tied securely around right arms for their fallen Viceroy. The Governor of Olanet stood. “As the highest ranking official I am putting my name forward as our new Viceroy and leader of the Coalition.” Even before Sands Clarin took his seat there were noises of disagreement rising from several of the others seated at the table.

Leaning forward the man rapped his bare knuckles against the tabletop gaining their attention and their silence. He glanced up, the embers in his eyes smoldering a deep crimson, as he stared at each gathered in a primal staredown that did not move to the next until each turned away from the seething rage burning in his dark eyes. His voice came out smooth and quiet causing his audience to strain forward to hear every enunciated word that fell from his lips.

“Your Viceroy is not dead and, as such, he will retain his title unmolested by those who seek personal advancement. The Governor of Kaer is not in attendance even if you wished to put it to a vote. And you will find the Governor of Siskeen will choose to wait on a vote.”

The great balinka and king of the North nodded in silent agreement as the Governor of Siskeen. The man straightened and looked at key members who silently met his gaze.

“Factor in that I am an heir of both ba’vodu, belong to Clan Farr and House Dib, seek only to bring stability and balance until my Uncle takes back his rightful place, and you will find I am a suitable substitute until Viceroy Dib returns. And before you seek to interrupt me again Governor Clarin, this isn’t open for debate. Clan Farr and House Dib will follow me until my uncles return or another, better, suited Dib arrives. Aegis Corporation is owned and operated by my family and will follow as well. My ba’vodu Muad brought peace between the togorian, cathar, and balinka with his … marriage … on Siskeen. My Uncle Derek devoted his life to uniting the Siskeen System and making her self sufficient. Every citizen of Siskeen has served in the armed forces beside and under the Dibs of my family. And the admiral of the USC Naval forces himself is part of my House. Now would you like to argue my temporary assignment? If so now, and only now, is your window of opportunity. No?”

The man glared daggers at Sands Clarin before clearing his throat.

“Then until further notice we are under martial law. The Confederacy has withdrawn and the Agents of Chaos have seemingly retracted from both Siskeen and Ryloth space. We need to shore up our borders. Activate our reservists. Draft a new contract with Aegis and incorporate their Troopers and armada into our forces. I want the system locked down. Dismissed.”

He motioned for Jerek to join him as the meeting disbanded.

“I need Beorn to act as envoy.”

Exiting Hyperspace, Geonosis System​

The Chiss Warship entered Confederate space at the extreme limits of the system, the beacon reading as a United Siskeen Coalition vessel, with shields raised but weapons powered down. A message repeated on open frequency that a representative of the Siskeen System was willing to attend and speak on behalf of the local government and end the silence that enveloped the nearby region. A small shuttle slipped from the Chiss ship and waited for reply and instructions.

Daegon Corvinus Draconis Sederius Wolf Darth Metus Raven Thystle Xazzex Xivar Custani Valcho Vanir Eris

 

[Darth Metus]

E M E R G E N C Y​

Tag: Daegon Corvinus , Vanir Eris , Raven Thystle , Custani Valcho , Draconis Sederius Wolf , @Xazzex Vivar, @Dib'eor'nurodo

This was not the Worst Case Scenario.

Years ago, when the Galactic Alliance was the most powerful nation in the Galaxy, a younger Confederacy had witnessed the worst case scenario. The Southern Systems watched as the seemingly invincible giant was beset on all sides and ripped asunder by practically every power in the Galaxy. Every Empire. Every sordid soul. All dove at the chance to rip the flesh from its bones. This, at least in the mind of the Vicelord, was the worst case scenario. This was the reality he hoped to avoid for the nation he - and so many others - held dear.

What had occurred on Ryloth and Siskeen was an opening salvo. A terrifying reality that could very well set the stage for the worst case scenario to occur. Traitors of the Confederacy had banned together and empowered terrorists on Ryloth's soil. Together, they had managed to make two worlds go dark. Together, they had attempted to steal the life a Viceroy and the bride of another. Two of their midst had been personally affected by the assault, and the ripples reverberated throughout the nation.

On Ryloth they had been defensive. On Siskeen they had been diplomatic.

Now, it was time to Fight.

With an emergency session of the Viceroyalty called, Darth Metus rose from the center podium. The solemn meeting was called to order by the Speaker, a faithful and aging Twi'lek. No doubt the man felt as deeply as they all did - for it was his home that had gone dark. But it would not stand, not for long. "My fellow Confederates." came the thunderous voice of the Sith. "Despite our efforts to secure our borders and to root out corruption from within, we have found our worlds and our people under fire."

"Traitors of our nation have banded together, calling themselves the Agents of Chaos. They accuse us of being an Empire - and worse still, are intent to spill Confederate blood in their wicked game." He then nodded to one of the Droids upon his podium, who began the broadcast. A hologram appeared before the chambers, one of their enemy. An announcement had been made - bold move made by the Agents. The wretch said her piece before the Viceroyalty before the recording ceased. Following this came scenes of the battle. Scenes from within Siskeen's own chambers. Field recordings from the dome. Death. Destruction. All in the name of "liberation."

"They will come claiming to be saviors. They will radicalize your weak and susceptible. And they have set their sights upon Rodia and Talay next. We cannot - and will not - be caught offguard again. For this reason, I have come to request a number of emergency measures to be implemented by our nation."

"Firstly, it is apparent that, with the strikes on Siskeen and Ryloth, and the impending assaults on Talay and Rodia, that the Capital region is the focal point of their aggression. It is only a matter of time before Geonosis is beset by the enemy. In preparation for this day, I motion that we begin a phased evacuation of Golbah City. In particular, we shall relocate the meetings of the Viceroyalty to the Congress. This will allow for our midst to convene with relative safety whilst the Defense Force addresses this threat."

"Secondly, a full-scale evacuation of Rodia and Talay - down to the last man, woman, and child. We will lean heavily upon neighboring worlds to accomplish this task, and we need to move quickly. Our enemy is not above slaying Viceroys and suiciding bombings. We cannot risk needless death upon our soil."

"Lastly, the implementation of a national lock down, coupled with renewed IFF measures by the Confederate Defense Force. In brief, any not flying these new identification codes, especially in the Capital region, will be considered an enemy of the state on sight. Interplanetary travel will be restricted, highly, until the threat has been confirmed neutralized."

"These notions are not ones that I ask for lightly. So now, I open the floor to you all - what say you on these matters?"

As the Vicelord spoke, the envoy from Siskeen would be permitted to land and to enter the chambers.​

 

[Daegon Corvinus]

WEARING: xxx
TAG: Darth Metus | Dib'eor'nuruodo | Seraphina Corvinus | Custani Valcho | Xazzex Xivar | Draconis Sederius Wolf | Raven Thystle | Vanir Eris

Not long after the Speaker had finished giving his speech, the voice of the Viceroy from Mechis III could be heard. Perhaps it was because the time of night was late, or the Speaker was lost in his grief, but patience was thin for the one Viceroy who constantly demonstrated a lack for decorum and proper rules of order. Before another word could spoken the aged Twi'lek lifted a hand, taking a stern tone.​

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"The Viceroy from Mechis III has not been recognized, nor has the floor been opened for any to speak. I suggest he remember how we conduct business in these chamber before he is removed and his presence among this body disallowed."​

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Was it harsh? Yes. Was it deserved? Absolutely. There was much to discuss and the floor would not be open until the Vicelord addressed the body, and address the body he did.​

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A small chuckle escaped the otherwise sour expression of the Demon of Thyferra's mouth. Once again it seemed the Viceroy from Mechis III found himself behaving in a unsatisfactory manner. This was not surprising to Daegon. That one was more emotion and childish moods than calculating politician. Daegon would waste no other thought on the matter.​

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A deep breath was pulled through his nostrils as the Vicelord began to address the body. While it served a purpose to allow the body to believe there had been those among them murdered, Daegon also knew the truth was a powerful weapon. They were not dead. Daegon had acted quickly, and while the condition of Derek Dib was still questionable, his wife Seraphina Corvinus would remain among the living. That did not change the amount of rage that stirred within the core of the Viceroy's being as the scenes of what took place on Ryloth and Siskeen were replayed before him.​

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Traitors. Those who had once been loyal to the Confederacy, who had held positions of power, they were responsible for this. It was a betrayal of the worst kind. It had been made clear they never intended for peace to be an option. They had an agenda, and they would see it through one way or another. Yes, it could be argued they had not been the direct cause of the deaths on Ryloth, but their presence had emboldened those who had. They were complicit, and while those among the Siskeen delegation of their faction had tried to deny it, the facts, the truth, would not allow them the distance they desired.​

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With the floor open, Daegon ensure he would be the first to speak. His pod moved where he could be seen among the body of his peers. His holoprojection would be detailed enough all would know his disheveled state. Perhaps they would miss the detail that he still wore the blood stained clothes from that day. The evidence of what the Agents of Chaos had done coated his attire still. As the Viceroy began to speak the bacta tanks would come into view for all to see.​

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"Two of our own," his voice echoed in the hall, "fighting for their lives in the best facility our nation has to offer, and why? Because these Agents of Chaos did not get their way. Oh, Ryloth and Siskeen may have gone dark, but when it became clear that Viceroy Dib would remain loyal to the nation he helped to build with his own blood, sweat, and tears, they shot him, and my wife. They were offered a peaceful surrender, and as on Ryloth, they were the first to shed blood, they were the aggressors."​

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With a flourish of his hand, Daegon motioned to the tanks behind him.​

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"For Derek Dib. For my beloved, for Seraphina Corvinus, because if we do not do this now the it will be the ones you love behind me in these tanks. If we do not do this now we will pay a price that we cannot bear. We have no need to debate this. I move that we accept the Vicelord's proposal in full, so that when they arrive we can...​

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...KILL THEM...​

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...ALL!!​

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Thyferra's pod returned to its place as the Speaker stood to his feet once more.​

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"The motion is before us. Before discussion on this resolution may continue there must be a second? ​

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The Twi'lek looked to the body. He hoped there would be a second.​

 

[Adron Malvern]

In the booth he sat in, Adron enjoyed a fine glass of Illyrian wine while he watched the display before him. He had been there on Ryloth, summoned by whatever manner of chaos had overtaken the planet. It was a pathetic sight to see, The Confederacy set on the backfoot by terrorists and idiots? Though he'd retired his station as Exarch to focus on the world of Illyria, he had moved on Ryloth in a more militant capacity than many Viceroys would. Requirements of the service, he supposed. As the cool crimson liquid flowed down his gullet, the Viceroy exhaled, listening to the speaker as he explained the issues for the day.

Still, it was not long before the Vicelord of The Confederacy took the stand. His words mimicked Adron's own thoughts on the events that had transpired over the past few weeks.

The dumbest thing that the Agents of Chaos had done, aside from breathing, would be their deceleration of intent to invade the worlds of Talay and Rodia. This was a foolish act that would not go unpunished.

When Darth Metus finished speaking and the speaker declared another voice would be needed, Adron stood up and spoke into the microphone.

"As the Vicelord has said. We are under attack. The longer we deliberate here the more time we give these dissidents to rally their collective stupidity into something bordering a threat. We must enact the emergency procedures that the Vicelord has proposed here and enact them immediately."

He set the glass of wine down as he looked to his fellow Viceroyals with a purely agitated expression. "Then we can kill these savages and return our people to peace." With nothing more to say, Adron returned to his booth, sitting down with a soft exhale.

Darth Metus Daegon Corvinus Dib'eor'nuruodo Xazzex Xivar Draconis Sederius Wolf Raven Thystle

 

[Vanir Eris]

Although the newest among them Vanir understood that in this fight they would need tactics to win. Not to mention allies. The ploy, what he understood of it from the Agents, had been supposed to be a two pronged attack. However from watching the recordings and news, that ploy failed in the end. Some reports said their allies abandoned them, others say those allies were crushed by the Confederacy, what is clear is that their enemy didn’t quite have a sense for tactics. More, their enemy sang such a song about preserving and protecting life that they could use this. After all, no matter what was done the Agents would paint them as monsters. So be it, let them become the Agent's biggest monster and devour them.

He stood up and took to the center looking around at the gathered faces. “I am a new face to this assembled peerage and I beg your indulgence as I give a short introduction. My name is Vanir Eris, I am the governor of Arbra. My planet sits close to the Outer Planets Alliance and truth be told doesn’t have much to offer in this fight save that I am a scientist and if need be can craft a number of things that could make the lives of our enemies interesting. However…”

He paused a moment. “Our enemy has poor tactics while singing a song about how they seek to protect and free life from the stranglehold of ‘empires.’ Yet the closest empire sitting next to them goes unmolested. We have something that they do not, probably the largest or at the very least one of the largest droid armies in the known galaxy. We have resources, magics and people who will fight for every inch they seek to take. I say we make them pay. Protecting our own and drawing them deeper into our lands or sending them to what allies we have, is a good idea.”

He shifted and his blue eyes flashed. “I suggest that on top of the measures already spoken that we in turn set up fortified points. Let the AoC think that they are taking something of value, cut off their ability to leave just as they think they have won and then end them. They prize life so highly, then make them bleed. They act like a cancer, we burn them out like one. What we built can be rebuilt as long as there is a people to do so. The Confederacy is not ‘things’ or ‘planets’ but a people, a philosophy. After we thin their numbers, ravage their moral, we need to gather our allies and go after them. To stop sitting and waiting for them to peck at us. We need to rip them apart as they sought to do to us and failed. Because with their actions they have proven that after us, others will fall to the same. Hypocrites and liars make poor bedfellows and if the rest of the galaxy sits and waits, they soon too may become the next targeted.”

He then returned to his place, having offered what he could, but his thoughts turned to his lover and knew that the sand in the glass was quickly diminishing.

 

[Draconis Sederius Wolf]

Viceroy-Elect Draconis of Teyr
tags: Daegon Corvinus Vanir Eris Darth Metus Seraphina Corvinus Adron Malvern Xazzex Xivar Dib'eor'nuruodo Custani Valcho Raven Thystle
Equipped: This outfit, his Muscles
Theme: Rousing of the hounds of war
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Draconis would listen to the musings of the other viceroy and would keep his mouth shut only just so that the Speaker could take care of the problem present in and of itself. He dared not speak above his station not out of fear, but knowing that he himself was only here as a formality so that the people of the Surric System would have a proper voice. If only just because again, Draconis was only a Viceroy-Elect. He'd been told to take care of the position as his system rebuilt itself. And he knew his words would carry little weight with all of the political nerf dung going on around him. Which he was perfectly fine with because he absolutely hated politics and by extension most politicians. He had a duty to represent his people. He had a duty to try and lead them to a better place. This wasn't a right or privilege to abuse or use to gain personal power. It was a solemn duty to represent your people on the galactic stage. His grip would only tighten as the little spat played out, before the Vicelord spoke.

His sentiments, his opinions, everything he'd said had resonated with Draconis. He looked at the lieutenant he'd brought with him and spoke quietly so as not to be heard.

"Put out the call, muster everything, we are officially at war,"

The lieutenant would only nod and politely step out of the pod and room to make said calls. Because there was a lot of them about to be made. As soon as he did Draconis would hear the calls for the Vicelord's plan of action to be immediately called into service, with another voice moving to second it. Draconis would request a chance to speak, and would patiently wait for the permission to do so. These were calls to action, and no one but the Vicelord had spoken of any plan to do so. Draconis was going to openly state his and his system's intentions. He wasn't going to dress it up and use fancy words. He was a military man and so he was going to be as blunt as a brick compared to the rest of the people here.

"Members of the Viceroyalty and our honorable Vicelord. My name as probably few of you know is Draconis Sederius Wolf, Viceroy-Elect of the planet Teyr of the Surric System. I know I am not a seasoned politician like many of you that stand here today. I'm a military man, the Commander of the Surric Local Defense Forces. I got this job because the powers at be deemed I was the one capable enough to help my people find their feet after our terrible civil war. And though my words may not carry the same weight as those of you who were elected or appointed through more official means; I have never stopped my crusade to help my people and the greater Confederacy," he paused as he took a breath and collected his thoughts.

"I was on the ground when the attacks started. I was there as those terrorists used civilians as a punchline to some sick joke. I held people of the planet in my arms as they bled out and died because of the enemy's lack of morals or care for civility. I pleaded with them to cease the attacks so we could save the people, and they instead attacked once more. They are animals. I have witnessed firsthand their malice, their hate, their willingness to stoop to whatever level they think they must to try and win. And I cast my vote in favor of immediately enacting the Vicelord's proposal but I would go further. We are at war. Regardless of what this body decides, I am already mobilizing the entirety of the Surric Local Defense Forces. My Expeditionary forces are already en-route to Rodia to assist with the evacuation. One million men and women at arms of the SLDF will be waiting on planet for the arrival of these animals. I am also enacting a clause with our contract with Freebirds Industries, to allow for the establishment of an unlimited line of credit with any aligned to the CDF or SLDF, for the emergency armament and rapid fielding of the lastest and greatest weapons technologies. I extend this to any here today, as the people of Surric's contribution to this great and terrible battle. We cannot hold anything back against these fiends. I myself will lead my soldiers and sailors into battle, and I will not rest until those who have caused these great tragedies are either dead or brought to justice,"

Draconis would let his pod return to his appointed spot and would lightly dab a small amount of sweat off of his forehead. Keeping his emotions in check for something like this was not his forte. Draconis was a man of action after all. He belonged on the field of battle. Where decisive actions and the strength of a person's heart were measured for victory. One thing was apparent in his small speech though. He cared not what the politicians did or thought of him. The only thing that mattered was the people. It didn't even matter whose people they were, just so long as they were citizens of the Confederacy. He would sacrifice everything for them. He would give the shirt off his back, the flesh of his body, even his very life if it meant he could save just one more. The lieutenant would pop his head around the corner and give a thumbs up to Draconis. The entire Expeditionary fleet was under way. Where Draconis had before only a single Regiment of forces, he would now have almost a hundred divisions. The people of Rodia would not have the same fate befall them. This Draconis swore, on pain of death.

 

[Jordar Varcskel]

W A R


With a simple wave of his hand he signaled to the Speaker and receiving only a solemn nod of confirmation, the pod of the Viceroy of Fondor slowly moved toward the center to address the assembly. Jordar liked to consider himself a cautious man, even prudent in his words and actions. He was not one to rush to violence to settle things, or to send armies into situations droid or not where innocent lives would indeed be lost; there was always a cost associated with war and so what he was about to do made him slightly ill. The Viceroy of Thyferra was rightly furious and wanted blood, as if he would try to stop him. No even he knew the wheels of war had already begun to move even now as he rose from his seat he considered the words of the Vicelord.


A full evacuation of Talay and Rodia was unprecedented, but given the events that had unfolded upon Ryloth and Siskeen, it was more than justified. Drastic, but effective; would it convey weakness? Perhaps. Did he care? No, because at the end of the day the course that the Vicelord had just set them on ensured billions of lives would be saved, even if Talay itself was largely uninhabited the same could not be said of Rodia. When the pod finally came to a stop he glanced around the room and chose his words carefully, and turned his eyes first to the Vicelord a quick look before a nod of respect to the man who had just charted this course.


"Vicelord, assembled and absent members of the Viceroyalty, by now I should hope you know me well enough to know that I detest wars because of the civilian casualties that are incurred on both sides. I know many of you here find me foolish for such an opinion as is your right. However, there are times when one must be willing to defend that which is threatened."


"The Agents of Chaos label us as an Empire, do we all not represent as elected officials the sum total authority of our worlds? They arrogantly claim that it is our people, those who put us into this chamber that cry out for them to help. They presume to know our people, our worlds better than those of us who call our worlds home, and in this case, would invade our worlds and slaughter our people in the name of 'liberation'? No, I cannot abide such lies and will not."


"As of this moment I have issued orders that Fondor's shipyards will be halting all constructions and giving priority to the resupply and rearming of our navy. Also, non-essential civilian traffic will be re-routed from the shipyards and away from all military installations. If the Agents of Chaos wish for war, then Fondor will see to it our ships are well prepared for battle. Fondor will remember Ryloth and Siskeen, we cannot allow it to happen again."


Finished speaking, he moved the pod back toward the rest of them. Many in this room had gotten to know him well enough that had he any reservations about doing this, he would not have even moved his pod forward. No, he was resolute in that shed blood must be answered for both Ryloth and Siskeen, they would have vengeance, and today he would not stand in the way of that.

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Xazzex sat back in silence as the scene played out before her in the comforts of her palace accommodations. It was like attending a play, but one where the curtains wouldn't fall until you left the stage. In truth, she was appalled the Confederacy's efforts hadn't been effective -- that an invading force managed to somehow bypass the security net. On the other, the Falleen Ruler was pleased to see those in charge doing something right. To the Nine Hells with the rest of the galaxy whining about being 'too harsh.' It was all bluster because they were afraid the credits wouldn't be lining their pockets any more. Not that a single one of them had sheepishly apologized when it was pointed out no law had been passed, or that the Viceroy committee overseeing the legislation had stricken out the tariffs all together. Oh, no, you never praised someone that didn't feed into your narrative.

Who cared what others thought of this move. Evacuate Rodia and Talay and meet the enemy on the field of battle. Crush them. Whatever it took. The Falleen did the same when the Gulag plague had started to spread. Ultimately some pathetic creature slipped through and infected their glorious planet, but that was not the point. Those in command took charge and did what was needed to protect their people; else what use were they?

As Metus wrapped up, the Empress of Falleen slid a datapad over and sent word to the Planetary Governor they would need to see to Falleen's own protection given recent events. They need not know why, such news would be made public shortly in an address she would create; they simply needed to obey and await the appropriate moment to discuss the 'why.'

Daegon was the first to speak, and Xazzex again found herself in complete agreement. She, however, held her tongue. It was important to know which of the Viceroy in attendance would dare second the moment. Whom could a woman trust to do what was necessary when the chits were down?

After several had spoken, the Viceroy of Falleen did something peculiar. She signaled the desire to speak. Yes, she waited for the Speaker to recognize her. When he did so, she stood even being far from where the chamber sat not content to be seen sitting down on the job. A moment passed while she scanned those in attendence before Xazzex said a word. "For the record, Falleen seconds the motion." Some might think the cold-blooded, arrogant Viceroy unfamiliar with the rules of conduct given her disregard for the Speaker in the past -- well, to that, she'd simply point out the Speaker needed to speak if he intended to hold any authority whatsoever. Today, however, she would abide by the rules and ensure the rest of the Chamber did as well.

"The Agents of Chaos claim we are an Empire, as though that justifies their actions. I care not. What I do care about is their flaggerant disregard for the sovereignty of every world assembled here today. You tell me they have crippled communication with Ryloth and Siskeen? I do not recall any here stating they reached out to the governments of Ryloth to negotiate their so-called 'freedom;' and I will thank you not to remind me of the shoddy wiretapping of Siskeen that descended into madness. Empires? These insurgents and terrorists project too much for my liking. They talk out of both sides of their mouths to such a dizzying degree a Troig would have difficulty following their words."

Xazzex paused to allow the moment to breathe. "I propose formally labeling the Agents of Chaos enemies of the state, and a terrorist organization, with every legal statue, regulation, and law regarding conducting business with that organization so applied." With a nod of her head, the Falleen pod fell back and its Viceroy resumed her seat yielding the Floor back to the Speaker and whomever else deign to speak of these matters.

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[Teac Sadru]

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A bit of commotion would draw attention away from the proceedings as murmurs and whispers begin to fill the hall, what was causing the bit of disorder was the sudden and slightly delayed arrival of the Viceroy of Kamino, in itself was unusual as Kamino tended to not concern itself with the wider affairs of the galaxy at large and was content to keep to itself. However, even the Kaminoan’s could not ignore this summons, but his appearance alone was not the strangest thing. Behind the Viceroy followed a single soldier clad in pristine white armor, with black and brown highlights. This soldier bore no weapon with him, but followed quietly behind the Viceroy.​

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The tall Kaminoan entered the pod with the soldier and at once availed himself of the hushed silence in the assembly hall, moved the pod forward as soon as the speaker gave his leave. Most would not know this man’s name as, frankly, he found most of these assemblies beneath him; normally if it was important enough to get his attention he would join by holocomm otherwise Kamino was routinely a no-show.​

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As the pod came to a standstill, the person in it finally spoke “Vicelord and fellow members of the Viceroyalty, my name is Teac Sadru. I am the Prime Minister and Viceroy of Kamino, I have come at this emergency summons to bring the following words from the ruling council of Kamino.”​

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“In light of current events as of this moment, Kamino is closed to all non-military traffic. Until such time as order is restored to Confederate space, this policy will not be changed. Any ship entering the Kamino system not using a Confederate IFF will be treated as hostile.”​

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He waited a moment giving the words he had just spoken time to fully sink in before continuing “Additionally, by order of the ruling council of Kamino. I hereby commit the entirety of the Kaminoan Defense Force to the command of the Vicelord.” he gestured to the trooper next to him “Vicelord this is CC-55118. He will have overall authority over the Kaminoan Defense Force; you need only give him a target.”​

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The trooper saluted the Vicelord sharply before returning to his neutral stance. With that Teac withdrew his pod and allowed the whispers and side conversations to resume, would this move be wise? Perhaps, perhaps not but the time of a passive Kamino was over.​

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[Dib'eor'nuruodo]

The shuttle drifted from the Chiss warship and eased toward the marked vector in which to land with the fluidity of an oceanic avian bird floating on gentle winds to power it's flight. A wash of repulsors scattered sand across the duracrete landing pad to return the errant granules back to the ocean of the desert. Geonosis was in a dry heat that swept you into an embrace of sweltering cocoon only to cool the fevered brow with the gentle breeze and evaporate errant beads of perspiration. And thus the process began anew. Endless moments stretching into infinity in unceasing repetition.

The old man paused as his black boots crunched upon the duracrete, pale eyes squinting against the system's primary star. Heat lapped his parched flesh as a whisp of faded hair brushed against his cheek, the escaping tendril of pale hair swept back by an ancient hand. A blue skinned warrior stepped before the ancient being and stopped, right arm clasped loosely at the small of his back in a composed stance which also served another purpose. The old man gripped the thick forearm in balance as they began their march forward to where the Viceroyalty gathered in their assembly room.

Behind them the ramp raised, a final member of his retinue taking two long strides to join them as she cast a final look backwards at their ship. Dutifully she followed, the deep blue of her tight dress matching the pigmentation of her skin flawlessly, making deciphering where the garment stopped and exposed flesh began nigh impossible to tell. A datapad was her only accessory which was allowed past the checkpoints. Their troop traveled by with little fanfare, merely a strapping man in his prime lending assistance to an elder while an aid followed behind. Those not distracted by the curves of the young woman would notice their formation for what it was. One bodyguard a step ahead and to the left of an officer while a second bodyguard followed a step behind and to the right of the elder. The friendly smiles offered by the younger Chiss failed to meet their eyes which never hovered in a single point as they meticulously scanned everything.

Dib'arro'nuruodo, the young man, surrendered his only apparent weapon to security before the three silently entered the antechamber. The cursory glance of the Confederacy guards determined them to be unarmed, which was technically true, while once more eyes watched the woman's backside as they passed. Foolishness of youth and the hormonal aspect of men, regardless of species, relegated the attractive woman to meet eye candy. The ancient Chiss restrained himself from shaking his head in exasperation. A skin tight dress was easily tailored from a combat body sleeve yet was able to disarm and distract while the truth existed right before their eyes. Dib'raydo'nuruodo was one of the greatest commandos the ancient ever had the pleasure of knowing. She should be, after all she came from impeccable stick and unparalleled teachers.

Quietly they found the assigned seating for the delegation of the Siskeen system, empty alongside the pod for the Ryloth delegation. The ancient man settled into the seat while his distant descendants took seats on either side. A seemingly frail hand lightly depressed the button before him, queuing their place in line for his turn to speak. As he waited the aid passed the datapad to the elder, yellowed eyes scanning all communique that came before whilst the device paired with the wireless system. Lids narrowed almost closed as long, tapered fingers enlarged the transmission from the Thyferra system. There floated the hope of all Siskeeni, Derek Dib, as he hung suspended in the bacta tank near its companion holding the woman. A slight frown creased the old man's lips.

Zooming out he noticed the details of unkempt garments worn by the Thyferran Viceroy. The disheveled state of the man belief the intensity and conviction that emanated from the one called the Demon. His liege had chosen well his allies. And the head of their House would stand in good stead when, once more, their forces met the enemy. Though he outstripped their sparse years with his own, it gladdened him that those he followed carried such astute judge of character. His eyes raised to consider the leader, this Vicelord, as others in attendance lent their voices to the growing cry to arms.

At one time it would have been his pleasure to end the life of the pinnacle of Confederacy leadership. But as time always tended to do, sleights against one another fell away as an enemy of your enemy became your Ally. For now, at least. A tick and his queue neared the fore. His aid lightly squeezed his left knee drawing his attention. Her eyes revealed her worry, the cold mask of the hunter slipped from his face as he reconfigured his features to display a neutral visage. His attention turned from the Vicelord as he gathered control of every aspect of himself. Age had no purchase on him and he would not allow his inability to control himself from dishonoring those he represented. And then the flash before him alerted him to his turn to speak.

His hands reached out, steadying himself despite a miniscule tremor running through the back of his veined hands, and rose straight and tall. The light glinted off his pale complexion and turning his hair into a gleam of gold. Solemnly he raised his chin before casting his voice to be heard. Not the frail, shaky voice of an ancient being but rather a full timbre pitched at just the right frequency to reverberate across this gathered, with our without the assistance of application. A voice well accustomed to command. One trained to reach all soldiers under his authority, even if in the thick of battle.

"Viceroyalty. Delegates. Peers of the Confederacy. I stand before you as a man too old to mince words of delicate, interwoven prose. And too young to deny the emotions raised by this tragic and violent act. I am Admiral Dib'eor'nuruodo, fleet admiral of the United Siskeen Coalition. I am here, called into action, through familial ties and the responsibility of a free citizen of the Galaxy. A man unwilling to sit idle as darkness threatens to wash over civilization and uncounted Innocents. For, make no mistake, to be ineffectual is not a choice to remain neutral but, rather, to give permission for this evil to be perpetuated upon our very borders and among us. Complacency and inaction is giving aid to the spread of darkness."

His grip tightened as a tremor threatened to shake his person.

"A temporary leader has been installed as acting Viceroy of the Siskeen System, Viceroy Dib's own nephew. Our system has closed our borders through military might but, rest assured, the United Siskeen Coalition will not stay in seclusion. Already our naval forces gather and our armies clamor for the blood of our enemy. My House, the great House Dib, has sworn a blood feud, an unholy Crusade against these Agents of Chaos. A crusade that overcomes all other sleights and grudges. And so my brother in arms, Nemesis Nemonus, has secured his own influence to send in aid to House Dib. And so the long night begins for my people. A crusade that will not cease until they have paid with their lives. Until their families are ground beneath our heels. Until the dust of their bones conceals the horrors of war. Until every dwelling is turned to rubble. Until their secret places are revealed and torn down. Until our own people cry for mercy for the enemy. And we shall turn a deaf ear to pleas of mercy. A crusade of extermination."

The ancient being's gaze slowly spanned the antechamber and holocams which broadcast his image and words to all in attendance. This was not just a simple answer to a call of arms but a rally call for a galactic jihad. Terrorists that sought to destroy and kill would know fear and feel their bowels loosen at the soft sounds that wake them from their beds. House Dib would now be the thing that monsters feared, and nothing would stay their hand.

"The United Siskeen Coalition will fight with you as they ever have. House Dib will fight alongside you, no distractions. And we shall tax them a price, not by the blood of their bodies but by the very soul of their entire lineages. As the Viceroy of Thyferra has said, we kill them all. No mercy."

The ancient gave a brief nod of thanks to the speaker for allowing his speech before he settled back into his seat, one he merely kept warm for the true owner, Derek Dib.

Malok Draconis Sederius Wolf Daegon Corvinus Raven Thystle Vanir Eris Adron Malvern Custani Valcho Jordar Varcskel

 

[Darth Metus]

One by one they spoke.

And one by one, the worlds of the Southern Systems declared that they would not stand for the madness. Voices had been raised within the chamber, audibly supporting the notions presented by the Vicelord. Those who were not yet present, namely the Viceroys of Rodia and Talay, electronically announced their full support. The sentiment was one of anger. Of vengeance. Of Total War against a cruel adversary. So it was that the Speaker came to raise his hand.

"The motion passes. The Vicelord's emergency measures will be implemented immediately."

To this, the Sith Lord gave a solemn nod before reaching for his personal comm. He spoke, not only to the recipient, but for the chambers to hear.

"War Marshal," he began, "I am transmitting your orders. Emergency measures for the impending assault on Rodia and Talay have been passed by the body. Evacuation of these worlds is our paramount priority. Moreover, lean on the Office of Naval Intelligence - devise a new IFF and disperse it accordingly. After today, any vessel within the Capital Sector not bearing this IFF is considered hostile."

There would be no room for error. With the full might of the Confederacy behind the endeavor, Rodia and Talay would be bereft of civilian targets by day's end. This would not be an optional endeavor. There would be no stragglers. Be none who are stubborn and wish to stay behind. All would be removed, temporarily - So that the Confederacy could fight.

Once his order was given, the Vicelord faced the chamber once more. The comm returned to his pocket. "My esteemed peers, I truly appreciate your support in these troubling times. And I echo your sentiment - the anger of Thyferra, the wrath of Siskeen, each burn fiercely within my soul. This is our home. These are our people. And we will unleash Hell upon those daft enough to endanger them."

"I, too, motion for the declaration of the Agents of Chaos to be named Enemies of the State. And to declare a state of Total War against them. Gone is the time for holding ourselves back. Do I have your support?

Dib'eor'nuruodo , Custani Valcho , @Xazzex Zivar, Draconis Sederius Wolf , Adron Malvern , Raven Thystle , Daegon Corvinus , Jordar Varcskel, Vanir Eris