Faction Chambers of Fire || CIS

[Confederate Tactician]

IN THE NAME OF ORDER

1.1. The purpose of the Confederacy is to promote peace, stability, and prosperity in the Outer Rim, through cooperation, mutual respect, and collective action.

Following the Mandalorian Neo-Crusader attack on the Royal Naboo Republic, a key Confederate ally within the Southern Systems Alliance, the Confederacy of Independent Systems has responded with a pre-emptive military strike on Umbara, a Mandalorian-occupied world. The Confederate Armed Forces launched this attack as an act of retaliation and to disrupt the Mandalorian foothold in the region. However, with the escalating conflict, the Confederate Parliament must now decide whether to formally declare war on the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders, shifting the conflict from a limited engagement into a full-scale military campaign.​

Discussion Points

1. Assess the Threat – Determine the extent of the Mandalorian Neo-Crusader threat to the Confederacy and its allies, including their long-term ambitions and military strength.
   
   
2. Evaluate the Legality & Justification for War – Debate whether the Mandalorian attack on Naboo constitutes grounds for an official declaration of war under Confederate law and interstellar agreements.
   
   
3. Analyze Military & Strategic Viability – Review Confederate Armed Forces capabilities, ongoing military engagements, and potential consequences of a prolonged war with the Neo-Crusaders.
   
   
4. Discuss Diplomatic Ramifications – Consider how a formal war declaration might affect relations with neutral factions, allies, and other galactic powers, including whether it risks dragging the Confederacy into a broader conflict.
   
   
5. Plan Economic & Logistical Measures – Address how a formal war effort would impact Confederate trade, supply lines, and resource allocations, ensuring stability within Confederate space.
   
   
6. Determine the Next Course of Action – Vote on whether to:
   
   
   • Officially declare war on the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders
   • Continue limited military operations without formal war
   • Seek diplomatic alternatives to de-escalate the conflict

This discussion will be presided over by Vice-President Xazzex Xivar as Speaker of the Confederate Parliament, with key input from military officials, economic leaders, and intelligence officers. The decision made will determine whether the Confederacy commits fully to war or opts for a more measured response to the Mandalorian aggression.​

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[Judah Dashiell]

CONFEDERATE PARLIAMENT

Judah filtered into the parliamentary room, working to find his seat among the crowd. Those with economic and corporate interests didn't sit in the main space but more off to the fringes. Not that they couldn't speak. Their words were taken into account but they had no final sway. No final vote. As it should be, their loyalty wasn't to the government. At least his wasn't.

Not that he didn't want to see the Confederacy thrive. He did. Wanted to see the government flourish. Yet it was for entirely different reasons than a governmental official. He needed the Confederacy and the Southern Systems Alliance to thrive in order to expand his own business holdings. Either way it would occur, yet a stable government often lead to increased growth. Or at the very least, easier growth. It could be difficult to put in a refining plant when orbital bombardment was occuring.

Sliding into his seat, Judah took out his datapad to answer holomail while he waited.

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

The Speaker strode into chambers and ascended the steps to the podium while a few aides scurried about the floor. Her emerald appearance draped in a black suit as a striking visage, as were the golden eyes beneath a prominently ridge brow. A sharp stare that bore into the aides that hurried to verify everything was ready for the discussion to follow; as though by sheer will alone she could compel them faster. Most civilians rarely paid attention to official proceedings for a very particular reason -- there was a great deal of dead air between lengthy speeches one wishes were far more concise.

She reached out and toggled the microphone on. "Afternoon. If Members will find their seats we can begin. Today's discuss will center around the recent tragedy inflicted on Naboo by the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders, and the Confederacy's response to their unjust attack on our allies." That was concise was it not? Her tone was level, if loud to carry through the chamber. There was nothing to get excited over just yet.

She took the opportunity to scan those in attendance. Kama Nu , Ardin Paskal , Phee Zti , and Lea Vi were certain planetary delegates of interest. Then, of course, the Confederacy couldn't overlook certain economic partners such as Danger Arceneau , Judah Dashiell , Runar Ævar , Rulonom Laborr , Zhuan Cao , Tertius C. Nargath , Iliana Röhr , and Brakkus that might wish to have their voices collectively heard; and other partners such as Zenva Vrotoa that supplied materials to the Confederacy that might be interested in developments. Vemric Keldra and Jas Katis and the rest of the Executives were expected, of course, or at least would be paying close attention to those that appeared to establish a quorum for these proceedings.

"Find your seats. There is much to discuss today." And politicians had a way of drawing things out going over all manner of minutia.

"Today's Agenda is as follows," Xazzex added so people could get settled and arrange their thoughts, "Assessing the Threat of the Neo-Crusaders, evaluating a judicious Response to recent and unlawful incursions, analyzing the Ramifications of our Response, Establishing our Current Strategic position and actions necessary to position the Confederacy for an effective Response, and taking a Vote regarding the nature of our Response." They should have been able to glean as much by reading the distributed report, but so as not to have time wasted by someone crying out how they had no idea what they were about to discuss Xazzex declared the short version aloud.

 

[Kama Nu]

C H A M B E R - O F - F I R E
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Tags: Judah Dashiell | Xazzex Xivar
Location: Tipoca City, Kamino

Perpetual rain pattered against the viewport in the Prime Minister’s office, but the sophisticated suppression suite in his hologram projector filtered the white noise. Kama wished to be present in the flesh for his first session with the CIS Parliament, but a great deal had changed for both himself and Kamino since he last met with Hester Shedo to discuss his planet’s role.

Namely, Kamino’s gravitational relationship with its sun had been so drastically affected by an unknown cosmic phenomenon that the entire world now found itself quite far from home. For the most part, the torrential rains and endless seas remained largely unchanged. Weather patterns were also minimally affected. Scientifically speaking, Kamino was just the same as it was before the event.

Geopolitically was a different story.

A hologram of Kama Nu would appear in the CIS Parliament chambers where normally the Prime Minister would sit with his delegation. He listened carefully as Speaker Xazzex Xivar informed them of the nature of the conference, which centered around the assessment of the Mandalorian threat. A small smile much too subtle to notice in his hologram formed on the Kaminoan’s face.

Historically speaking, if the Mandalorians were not playing nicely, hiring them to fight on your behalf was often a wiser choice than fighting them directly. The CIS had a wealth of battle droids at its disposal, however, and a steadily growing organic military as well to bolster it. They could afford the toll, and if ever they should fall behind… Kamino can offer a supplemental supply of soldiers with ease, even all the way from the Rishi Maze.

When the floor was open, Kama spoke through the hologram to the Parliament.

“For the benefit of those who have similarly experienced an astrographical shift following the recent galactic phenomenon, a summation of the situation is requested; what is the nature of hostilities between the CIS and Mandalorians?”

Kamino was certainly not the only planet to have lost its footing in Confederate territory. Hypori had also suffered a great shift, as evidenced by the holographic presence of Grell Noba who presided over the world. The sudden change in location was mild for some, but ecologically catastrophic for others. Kama doubted many of the affected planets were focused on the Mandalorian aggressor state while their worlds burned or froze in new solar systems.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Xazzex Xivar
Judah Dashiell
Kama Nu​

The temper of the Zabrak known as the Crimson Devil of Nal Hutta was a well documented, and wisely feared thing in the heart of her illicit empire. Of course, Rothana was far from her home in the core of Hutt Space, and fear of her wrath held little sway in the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Luckily, the cruel Crime Lord had other masks she could wear when the need arose. Her other name, the Confederacy's Trade Baroness of Sriluur, held enough power to find an available indoor Hanger Bay for the Zabrak's landing party.

"What a perfectly horrible little world they've dragged us to." The crimson woman murmured in her native tongue as she exited the shuttle which had brought her to the city. Few outside her species knew Zabraki, a fact she often exploited when in public. "The entire fething planet is ice. Ridiculous."

"You are absolutely correct, Mistress. It's unthinkable." The golden protocol Droid beside her replied in a synthetic though cheerful, and faintly masculine tone. It spoke in perfect Galactic Basic, largely for the benefit of anyone that might be listening. That was the purpose of the Droid after all, speaking for it's Mistress and toning down her vocabulary in situations such as this. "Thankfully, we do not have to walk through the cold. Is that not splendid, Excellency?"

Her response was an annoyed growl, coal painted lips curling away from serrated, shark like teeth as she did. Straightening the black gown she wore, the Zabrak continued forward, making her way towards the Parliament chambers. Realizing no answer was coming, her Golden Droid hurried out ahead of her to clear innocent bystanders out of her path. When it came time, her Droid would announce her, and converse with any officials that tried to get between the Zabrak and her seat.

Trailing behind her in perfect silence where two more figures. Their bodies were wrapped in black robes with hoods drawn up to conceal every detail of them with the exception of their faces. While each was unique, both of their obviously feminine faces where intricate works of art, painstakingly carved from oynx metal and embellished with golden filigree. These Droids did not speak, and any sounds they might have made as they glided behind their Mistress was drowned out by the sharp click of the Zabrak's stiletto heels.

In time, she reached her seat, but didn't take it immediately. Instead she stood with her hands on her hips, watching as the Chambers slowly filled. At nearly two meters tall in her heels, and built of powerful muscle, Zenva Vrotoa was a difficult creature to overlook. Ever putting on a show for those around her, the crimson and ebony woman was adorned with golden jewelry. Rings of pure Electrum decorated the horns that crowned her head, encircled her biceps and wrists, and glittered on crimson digits. A creature of power and wealth if her appearance was to be believed. While far from first but neither the last to obey, when the Speaker of the Confederacy called for people to be seated, Zenva finally did so. One powerful leg slipped through her gown to fold atop the other at the knee.