Faction Confederacy First | The Viceroyalty

Bastille Rommer · Apr 25, 2020

G E O N O S I S

The desert sun of Geonosis reminded Bastille Rommer of his own home. It shone without mercy, drenching all life -- where there was any -- in its harsh rays, scorching the planet into nothing but desert and sand. Yet, in that desert, Golbah City and the Confederacy had learned to survive, much like Bastille's own people. The Viceroy of Ra'Katha and Kemotar of Saltuhn had survived his own planet's harsh conditions despite the odds and now had been thrust into the much larger galactic political arena. Yet despite the recent turn of events, with many nations decrying the Confederacy's recent declaration and implying that they intended to turn their backs both militarily and economically. Some had even gone so far as to declare intentions that were paramount to open hostility.

Bastille instincts had never been wrong before; they had been the deciding factor that had convinced the Kemotar to end the centuries of isolation that Ra'Katha had been kept under. And now, his instincts told him that economic hostility would not only be disastrous for Ra'Katha, but for the Confederacy as a whole. It was true that the Confederacy of Independent Systems was of might that was unrivaled by all of its contemporaries, but even the largest giants could fall. Bastille had no wish to see all of his hard work, and the Confederacy's, be for naught because other nations refused to play nice. So with all these matters at hand, Bastille had made the unprecedented move to convene the Viceroyalty once more.

As the Viceroy waited and watched the chambers fill with his summoned colleagues, Bastille watched those who he felt would be particularly influential. There was the Viceroy of Falleen, a woman who was unafraid to voice her own political opinion; the Viceroy of Fondor was expected to be present as well, a planet heavily engaged in industry and manufacturing and a planet that Bastille was highly interested in. Even more, rumors had been swirling around about a new Viceroy of Thyferra, the Confederacy, and the galaxy's lead producer of bacta and other medicinal supplies. Of course, several Exarchs and possibly even the Vicelord himself were rumored to attend or preside over the convening, although this was a meeting that had not been on a scale as that of the announcement of the Inquisition several weeks prior. Either way, Bastille was determined to make the night produce results that were favorable for Ra'Katha -- and what was favorable for Ra'Katha right now was favorable for the Confederacy as a whole.

"The Viceroyalty will now come to order," came the commanding voice of the Twi'lek Speaker of the Viceroyalty, amplified to carry clear over the jumbled voices of Viceroyss and attendants in the chamber taking part in polite conversation and private musings. It took several seconds for the room to quiet, and once it had the Speaker continued. "We are convened tonight by the request of Viceroy Bastille Rommer of Ra'Katha. The floor will now be given to the gentleman from Ra'Katha, to state his purpose and intention."

As the speaker yielded, Bastille stood and directed his pod to the center of the Viceroyalty chambers, waiting for the quiet talking to settle down once more before beginning. "Fellow colleagues, attendants, assistant, and people of the Confederacy, I thank you tonight for coming at my behest," he began. His voice was smooth and rich, his Ra'Kathan accent adding an exotic flair to his speech. "As I am sure you are aware of, the office of the Vicelord released an executive order and subsequent mandate detailing a new direction of foreign policy that the Confederacy is to undertake. It is my personal opinion that the Vicelord's decision to remove the Confederacy from intergalactic affairs, in particular, to eliminate the imbalance of military assistance given to our allies without the same given in return as well as the securing of our nation's borders. In this time of galactic-political strife, we must ensure that the prosperity of the Confederacy is at the forefront of our minds -- it is the mandate of each and every one of us to focus on enhancing and improving our homeworlds, strengthening its economy, defenses, and stability. In this, we have been generally receptive and responsible in ensuring that the Confederacy is a safe place to practice business, trade, or to raise a family."

"But," Bastille intoned as he turned to face a different portion of the rotund chamber, "The intergalactic reaction to our proclamation has been less than satisfactory. Former nations, even those who we once considered being allies, are now crying of betrayal. State media sanctioned by the High Republic as even gone as far to suggest that the Confederacy is a splinter group or extension of the Sith Empire, a vile totalitarian state who is the worst offender against the intergalactic crime of Slavery, a practice that is thoroughly outlawed and prohibited in the Confederacy. It is no surprise that now deprived of their handouts, some are turning a blaming eye onto us, but I would like to proclaim a note of caution. My own Ra'Katha, and many planets in the Confederacy, thrive off of trade with our intergalactic neighbors. If we are suddenly thrust into the pits of economic isolation, then thousands across the Confederacy will suffer. To that extent. I have convened our body tonight to discuss how best the Confederacy should approach and perhaps reconcile this discord, so that trade and economic prosperity may resume. I now yield the floor back to the Speaker," Bastille concluded as he gave a polite bow, in custom with Ra'Kathan manners, towards the dais of the Speaker, before allowing his pod to retreat so that others may have the floor.

Darth Empyrean · Apr 26, 2020

‘Dorian Harper’, Director and Chairmen of the InterGalactic Banking Clan entered the council chambers with a confidence echoed in his every step. On his flank,

Caulder Dune - more formally known as Caulder Dune, and

Gat Tambor .

Taking their place in the respective pod, it lurched slightly as it was released from its repulsor lock, and sent jutting out into the empty space before those collected. It spun in place when it founds it new, temporary home, and ceased as it was locked by various tractor beams around the convention. Dorian cleared his throat and stood, as the microphones took his voice, and elevated it to more conversational terms to those present - translating for those that required it.

“Greetings, Confederacy.”, Dorian offered them with a smile as both his hands fell behind his back.

“My name is Dorian Harper - Director of the IGBC. With me is Caulder Dune, Deputy Director - and Gat Tambor, Chairmen.”, he said with a motion to the others.

“We’ve come today to speak to the Senate about their sudden protectionism, and the dangers it poses to the galaxy at large; and how, with the help of the IGBC, we may alleviate some of these concerns.”, he offered with as much professionalism in his tone as possible.

“First - removing the mass Tariffs on imported goods is a strong start. Intergalactic trade is founded on trust - and as seen on innumerable simulations on both pre-space faring planetary economies and modern galactic trade wars, tariffs demand tariffs. This mirrored offense creates intergalactic trade stagnation, and will harm both the Confederacy and other economies in the name of nationalism.”

“Second - a more formal discussion on ‘self-sufficiency’ should be considered. Economies well rounded to accommodate every facet, often fail at every facet. Preferably, the Confederacy should focus on its ability to produce quality Droids and export these to others areas of the galaxy, instead of a hamfisted attempt at isolation.”, he said with a quiet disdain for the concept, that so many economies seemed to try to emulate.

“Third - the adoption of the Galactic Standard Credit, and adoption of the IGBC as a National Banking Service within the Confederacy. Primarily, our connections outside of the Confederacy will allow an easier transition and protection of CIS assets; without harming international trade through brash decisions such as total recall. Making an exception for those that utilize this credit in Confederacy space will doubly allow more friendly trade to prosper within CIS borders, and I’ve no issue expanding on the various benefits further, should anyone require it.”

“Last - with the removal of Confederate protection along the hyperlanes, the Confederacy has opened up the possibility of pirates once again taking up their profession along the routes. Not only does this harm other areas of the galaxy, but it will invariably harm CIS trade as well; especially abroad. The last part of my proposal is to give funds to an international, nonaffiliated fund through the IGBC to create a Commerce Protection fleet along each hyperlane route. To ensure that the Confederacy is not the only one giving costs to this, the IGBC will pound the ground to ensure that everyone along these routes will add to these funds - and should they not, they will simply lose the protection granted from such, forced to do it themselves. This will, again, force them to inevitably protect themselves without international help.”

“Now, would there be any questions on my proposal?”, Dorian said with a glance about, waiting for someone to speak up.

Xazzex Xivar · Apr 26, 2020

As was customary for these proceedings, the Falleen Viceroy relaxed in the comfort of her pod with a flute of alcohol in one hand. While tedious to endure, she did not lament her position or the responsibilities it entailed. Had she not foreseen this, Xazzex would never have arranged for the previous Viceroy's untimely removal of office. Not everything in the galaxy was pleasant -- certainly not those things which were necessary.

After proceedings got underway, she signaled for an opportunity to address the assembly as well. When the time came, Xazzex slowly rose to her feet and set her drink aside. "Viceroys. Exarchs. Vicelord." She spoke loudly, but in no rush to make her thoughts known fearful of being cut off. "Let it be known that despite the saber rattling of those no longer benefiting from our massive fleets sparing them from the fire of their enemies, Falleen supports the Confederacy's recent Mandate. We have not cut ourselves off from the rest of the galaxy. Instead, we have prioritized our economic needs and our security above that of others that frequently rely upon our aide. Where is it then the benefit of the sacrifice of angels? Do we prop up others merely to act as a living shield? Are we afraid of the enemies of our former allies that have in turn spurned us? The Confederacy has its own enemies. Its own problems. Falleen appreciates securing our borders before being consumed by the endless needs of others." The Confederacy as a whole had aligned itself closer to that of her homeworld's stance. Unlike Falleen, however, the faction still allowed any to pass through their territory. Xazzex appreciated such restraint; a full isolationist policy would have made it difficult to maintain the trade and alliances her people had established in the galaxy.

Now, then, to the matter at hand. "To this, we as a collective whole have been far too generous. How many vessels have we built and lost securing the borders of another faction? What supplies have those so protected returned to even come close to compensation? If we are to continue in these endeavors -- should someone be truly worthy of our time and appreciative of our efforts -- then we will need the resources to maintain such a fleet. Furthermore, if we are to protect our worlds from the rogue elements and the agents of other states, to fulfill the commitment each of us has to our people, will we not likewise require the means and personnel to do so? Those Assembled, such things require credits. The tarrifs are therefore not only appropriate, but necessary short of an outside party laying claim to neutral territory as the IGBC is here to propose." Xazzex turned her eyes to the trio that sought to establish control over such supply lines. Altruism? A desire to secure a means of transactions? She knew the dangers of the Banking Clan's authority being extended so far. Though she did not fault them for it.

"And then again, allow the Confederacy be beholden to a third party to secure our own merchants and their cargo? We, who posses a military unrivaled in the galaxy. Or should we instead finance our own fleet to conduct our tradeships between States? The Falleen have long since ensured the safety of their own vessels and not relied upon any other. If we are to remain unshackled by the influence of others and ensuring the safety of our own, I suggest we decline the IGBC's generous proposal regarding how best to combat piracy." Falleen would not appreciate a third party keeping oversight on vessels leaving or entering Confederate space. Nor, no doubt, the authority to inspect such vessels 'for their safety' that would be sure to follow -- if not immediately, then after a most 'unfortunate incident' some time later.

Xazzex paused a few seconds to breathe and compose her thoughts. "Falleen is fully prepared to discuss potential economic or diplomatic opportunities that the Confederacy could benefit from. Individuals or companies within States that profess a sudden distaste for our recent actions. People that care little for the politics of the hour, and are prepared to maintain a healthy trade with us. Ultimately it matters little what is said -- only what is done. Unless the other States wish to close their borders, Falleen sees no reason why we sever beneficial ties with other parties."

With a tip of her head, Xazzex left the floor open to whoever would speak next of these matters.

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Darth Empyrean · Apr 26, 2020

“How emotional.”, Dorian said with some disappointment away from the microphone - not at either of those around him, but mostly to himself. A small, barely noticeable scowl shown on his face as he glanced to Xazzex’s pod - the source of his newest argument.

Clearing his throat, and speaking into the mic, he spoke once more -

“What you, and others, have proposed is a form of economic suicide.”, Dorian said with a frown.

“The Confederacy overstates its protection of others - as only the Silver’s have had any benefit of the Confederacy, but by publically declaring as the CIS has - they have invariably insulted them. Out of scorn, those planets may yet decide to restrict trade - leave alone this being taken advantage of by the OPA, Republic, and Alliance to unseat Confederate control in the region.”

A hand mindlessly moved to straighten his tie as a hand moved to rest in his pocket - and Malipant motioned his hand up to a screen all could see. On it, pages began to flash by - with every result from the Galactic Simulations already done, and more as they came in. In a short moment, it became too fast to read.

“With this ostracization of foreign trade and the seeming insult the CIS has given it’s neighbors, it has cut at the foundation of trust many have given it. As stated in the ‘Rebel News Network’, the idea that the Confederacy is no more than the Sith Empire due to its leadership, has began to fester in lieu of this news. It has given them a precedent to cut trade with the Confederacy, as it seems to militarize itself, and become more nationalized.”

“You, Viceroy, may not care what others think - but your cred chip will. If 1% of the Confederacy’s total GDP is dedicated to an unaffiliated commerce protection fleet, it only needs to encourage more than 1% of the GDP in trade. As the spokesperson for the IGBC, I can guarantee this - and through the mere act of investing such a small percentage, the Confederacy will see at least a 5% gain in its GDP for the first year; and for every year following an additional 1% growth; leave alone the quantitative growth in trust and appreciation of the Confederacy.”

His gaze moved about as he finished -

“To allies, or not. I advise those present to not let emotions paint them into a corner.”

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Xazzex Xivar

Custani Valcho · Apr 26, 2020

Custani listened carefully as the Viceroy's of Fallen and Ra'Katha spoke vibrantly about trade. How dreadfully boring. The Inquisition is what he wanted to discus. Yes, in the beginning he was against it but it was showing results. It wasn't true to its name, it was an effective investigation. But the audacity of the that IGBC representative.

"Vicelord, Exarchs and esteemed colleagues have we forgotten that we have been through so much these past few years. The relegations of the Invasion of Kuat, the attack on Ryloth, the plauge on Astria, the " situation " with the Eternal Empire. I say good riddins that we take a step back from galactic politics. We can't protect everyone, nor should we. Yes, we are taking a gargutan leap, one with unforseen consequences and unforseen expenses. But we do it because we must"

He paused.

"'To allies or not I advise those present to not let emotions paint them in a corner'. Dearest Director why the hell not!? For a very long time our emotions guided us to become one of the most powerful nations that inhabit this galaxy. For a very long time our emotions are used to empower us. They do not paint us into a corned! Every decision we make affects trillions! Every decision you make affects your ban account does it not?"

He rose his hand before the Director could speak. Custani's eyes were full of fury. He channeled his emotions into his words.

"Now, we can move forth. The Galactic Standard Credit does have it's merits however adopting the Intergalactic Banking Clan sounds a bit... extravagant to me. Second, your proposal to create fleets to patrol our space to protect independent traders, and in the words of Viceroy Xivar, their enemies is not something the Viceroyalty of Mechis III feels as nesscary. Our ships can protect themselves, and if nesscary our fleets could at the very least monitor the trade routes to ensure civility. Third, our droids are used for our protection. What would we look like if we traded our frakking droids for frakking food when we have at least 100 self sufficient words within our sphere of influence. What purpose does it serve, Director? Every single world in the Confederacy has it's own speciality. Mechis III, coincidentally, produces driods. We trade droids ford common wants with our neighbors. It serves no purpose. "

"And before you respond, tread lightly"

Raven Thystle · Apr 26, 2020

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The expression upon Raven’s face was something of boredom, yet she had been summoned to what she considered, a heated wasteland that was not her cup of tea. In fact, she almost missed Felacat already, being that she was the Viceroy of Felacat; so one would hope that she enjoyed the temperament of her planet. In fact the vampire had some plans for the planet but for now they were simply sitting, baking in the oven to let ripen. Or, like a fine wine; to let age to become better than when it was originally made, in taste and body. Heeled steps carried her alabaster form over to her respective pod, before taking her seat and leaning slightly to the right so then her elbow could rest upon the arm rest with her hand facing palm up. Slowly she lowered her chin to rest upon this palm, while brown eyes took in her fellow Viceroyalty.

Many were gathered and she quietly paid attention to each of their postures and of their respective opinions as they stood up to give their speeches. The woman understood for the most part why this meeting was taking place, but she wasn’t sure why this meeting was even taking place when the Executive Order had already stated exactly what was to be done. Not to mention the Mandate.

To sum it all up; it was to focus their efforts entirely upon rebuilding and restructuring the Confederacy so then past mistakes would not be made again. Hence why the Order was called 'Confederacy First.' However, ever since the Executive Order was signed, sealed and delivered; many people alike 'spat the dummy'. Official responses were issued and the Confederacy even made it into the RNN Special Report for god’s sake. Even thinking about it now made her mind’s eye roll on the inside.

Their faction had apparently abandoned people, but it was simply a change of intent. Instead of taking care of everyone else at the expense of the faction, the faction decided to take care of their own. However, as she listened to the current debate unfold before her, brown eyes followed whomever decided to speak up. Indeed foreign trade was important, but even if other factions and planets wanted to restrict trade with the Confederacy, then not only would the CIS lose, so too would they. It would be a lose lose situation from all sides. If other factions thought for a second that what the CIS was doing would be something that the others wouldn’t do in their situation, then they were fools and nothing could really be done about stupidity. Except let them strangle themselves with it.

If they wanted to pull their support with CIS, then it would only show their true intentions to the entire galaxy. Not only that, but they would get the raw end of the deal, especially if allies wanted to overplay their hand and make themselves an enemy of the Confederacy. Especially considering that the whole reason for the Executive Order was to build themselves up once again. Then suddenly, everyone else started to deplete their resources by overreaching and trying to spend their own resources by 'filling the gap' that the CIS had apparently abandoned. Essentially, the tables had flipped and people did not appreciate it. In fact, the other factions were very much in objection to this and so they had to try and paint the Confederacy as the 'Big Bad Wolf' on the school yard playground.

Red painted lips did not move a single muscle as she took stock of the current debate and made sure to keep her inner monologue to herself. Sometimes it was best to know when to stay quiet and when to speak up. However, while they may be the 'Big Bad Wolf,' they were now currently having an argument amongst themselves about whether emotions should or should not be on the table.

Alkor Centaris · Apr 26, 2020

The Exarch listened, and discordant sentiments abounded. CIS First was yet a suckling babe, and already the insanity of the Galaxy beyond their borders had found its way back into a session of the Viceroyalty. Were it not for the invisible hand of another Exarch, these bureaucrats would never have had their words heard; but today, they were to be tolerated.

To a degree.

The veiled demands from the Banking Clan would be addressed, and they would be informed exactly what the Order entailed.

"Representatives of the Banking Clan," Alkor gestured toward the men, calling for silence on the part of the Viceroyalty. Their stance toward outsiders had shifted in a variety of directions since the last session of Viceroyalty. Now, some even ground their axes and bided their time. "You have entered this chamber in good faith, and your words have been heard."

He took the lecturn ahead of the Vicelord, allowing Isley to formulate his own response. Alkor had issued the Mandates that swept in behind the Executive Order. These were his questions to answer.

"In the short term, the tariffs will stand." He said this clearly and with no room for misinterpretation. "The concept of Confederacy First came into being because we stretched our assets too far outside of our own borders. While we protected worlds far outside of our own sphere of influence, enemies of the state were able to walk into these very chambers in order to threaten our own people. The Galaxy relied on us. We gave freely of ourselves. Yet, we were bitten."

Alkor placed both his hands neatly on the surface before him. "To return those assets to our defense was not only an emotional response, but also a rational one. Why should we continue to sacrifice for the good of other nations while at home, our security suffers? We should not. We have no duty to the Galaxy. We have a duty to our own citizens. We would be derelict in that duty to simply give way on the CIS First doctrine."

"With that said, hundreds, nay thousands of systems dwell within this Confederacy. We have resources, we have monies, we have self-sufficiency. What does the rest of the Galaxy have that we could want for? I understand that your interests are wounded by this action, but rest assured- the Ministry of Coin will not cease to function. We have no need to create a National Banking system in lieu of the one that is already in place, nor to adopt a foreign agency to conduct their affairs on our behalf."

"We have offered our unwavering support to foreign states that want to circumvent trade routes under our control, because it creates a means for non-nationals to move freely around or outside of our space. We have begun to issue licensure and passports for those who do wish to traverse our hyperplanes, but the reality is, the less of them that move within our space, the less chance of an unsavory character slipping between the cracks there is. As time goes on and the need begins to wane, we will absolutely address the loosening of these measures and a conditional re-entry into intergalactic affairs."

"But, speculation on the Galactic response to CIS First beyond what we have seen is divisive. What the Alliances, Jedi, or Sith decide is ultimately their own prerogative. What happens beyond our borders is not our concern.

Our primary, and our only concern, are the people of the Southern Systems."

Darth Empyrean

Caulder Dune · Apr 26, 2020

Caulder Dune was about the blandest Umbaran who had ever existed. He was an older gentleman, around his late fifties. His hair looked nice, which probably meant it was fake. His teeth also, incidentally, looked quite nice, which meant they were definitely fake.

His teeth were slightly exposed to onlookers every so often, as he gave a mild sneer every time someone said something he found disagreeable. Which was quite often. And an astute observer would note he did not spare his superior, Director Harper, from the same treatment.

But for the most part, the Deputy Director was largely content to occasionally grumble comments to the nearby Gat Tambor, leaning towards the Skakoan every so often.

"This whole thing is nationalist tripe," he muttered, low enough so as not to disturb Harper while he was speaking, "If only we had a Viceroy to run some damage control on this way of thinking, eh?"

The resignation of Gat Tambor, former Viceroy of Christophsis, still weighed heavily on Caulder's heart. But it was of little consequence. More urgent was the way Harper was carrying on. Caulder leaned forward now, whispering furtively to Harper while Exarch Centaris was speaking.

The microphone didn't pick it up, but someone with a background in reading lips could probably catch the gist of it.

"We both know this issue isn't going to be resolved here and now. But the Confederacy's actual power brokers won't speak to us later if you incite their Viceroys to hysterics," Caulder nodded in the general direction of Viceroy Custani, seemingly referencing that outburst.

Caulder leaned away momentarily to catch the next sentence from Centaris. Something about 'self-sufficiency.' More tripe. He leaned back in and concluded his advice more succinctly: "Don't antagonize them."

It was important to hear these people's exact perspectives, preferably with as little theatrics as possible. Then the most effective route forward could be determined, and this crisis - whether it merely existed in people's minds or not - could be put to rest.

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Srina Talon · Apr 27, 2020

Location: Geonosis [Golbah City]
Objective: "Support the nation. Ensure, that we do not make assumptions and prepare for the future."
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Punctuality was not her strong suit, though if asked, Srina would always declare that she arrived at the exact moment she meant to. Not a moment before. The white-haired woman hated these meetings. They were always the same. Too many speeches. Too many small minds that always failed to view the Confederacy for what it was, instead, painting it as a victim, a savior, and all manner of nonsense. The collective strain of dealing with far-fetched stories wrapping around the Holo-Net had absorbed more time than she was willing to admit.

To the majority of observers, most of them among the enormous number of politically-minded individuals and Viceroy, the many members of the Confederacy that had gathered would be a sign of solidarity and strength. Planets from one side of the Southern Systems to the other were represented; dressed in cloaks, robes, and ceremonial gear of countless different cultures. To the rest of the galaxy?

They appeared as one. United.

Sharp silver eyes traced the invisible line between the different parties that existed in the gathering. Some agreed with the recent mandate. Others, did not. The physical gap couldn’t have been measured but a philosophical one widened every day. The wintry Exarch hoped the gap wouldn’t turn into a crevasse, one deep enough, that would reveal a nation divided. Srina wished that she was an individual that could chase away rational thought with blind positivity—But it simply wasn’t her way.

The disparity in this meeting was black and white. Galactic powers, large or small, always had its parties, factions, and divisions. It always would. As dire and extreme as this seemed? It wasn’t. Not every ideological conflict led to a governmental breakdown. The duty of those leading the forum was plain and clear. To keep everyone on topic—Constructive.

The unease that stirred just beneath the glossy surface of this conference reminded her of the same discord that had existed when the Confederacy decided to take action against the Mandalorian Empire. Polite words cloaking implied threats, a near-complete lack of respect, and so many voices ringing out that they blended. Becoming one. This mood felt all too familiar.

It was the result of change. Drastic, change. It was fear, living, and breathing through the echo of the unknown. This was new territory. It was a senseless act to pretend that they had every potential disaster already discovered and solved. To pretend otherwise was to leave the citizens with a disservice. The pod that Srina had discretely entered rose from the deep, rising high, while clever words were bandied about like careless blaster fire. “Come now—Confederates. You know better than this.”

The voice of the typically silent Exarch rang out, clear and strong, revealing none of her internal thoughts. While some in the forum could have been accused of holding too much emotion the Dread Queen was the direct opposite. She was cold enough to burn. As her pod ascended and her credentials were recognized a pair of holocam droids began to buzz about her head. She slowly took in the sight of different species, vibrant, with their individual skins, scales, and furs. Eventually, they became indistinct—A mass of color and noise. Hard to connect with. Yet, she would.

She always did.

“Firstly, why do we concern ourselves with speculation? We have been condemned by the majority of the galaxy since before the Galactic Alliance fell. There will always be whispers, rumors, and imagined slights on the table when both foreign and internal policy is radically changed. Complaining about what equates to schoolyard gossip is a fool’s errand and only serves to breed dissonance. Paltry words in the dark will fall on deaf ears. This change is a process. Taking offense, or, overreacting to propaganda and tabloids will only make the transition more difficult.”

Srina paused, briefly, while her stern warning against falling victim to hearsay and information that could not be adequately substantiated. Part of her being cringed. She hated long-winded diatribes - But here she was, blowing air. “We will do what we have always done when naysayers question our motives and intent. We will show them the truth—In time.”

Mercurial orbs moved to the unfamiliar, jarring face, of a man that she knew quite well. She stared for a long moment. There was a sense of open hostility that lingered just beneath her breast bone, though, it would not be noted on her blank expression. Dorian Harper. It was the persona that

Darth Empyrean had flickered betwixt when their minds had bridged. She loathed the mask, almost, more than the situation itself. He…Was not himself. It left her blind. “The decision to caretake the Confederacy, to recall assets, was not made on a whim. Overextension left us vulnerable and we paid the price for that error with the blood of our own people. We supported the Galactic Alliance and resettled people of the Core when the Sith razed their worlds. We supported the Ancient Eye. The Sovereignty. We supported the Silver Jedi, Eshan, and even the OPA when they battled the First Order. The list goes on, and on.”

Yes. Srina, had arranged for the IGBC to present themselves. Why?

Because economic stability would be paramount in the near future. Every action they took had a potential reaction. The possibility of negative effects. Protectionist ideology had a place, however, it tended to benefit the specially privileged, subsidized few—And an inefficient few at that. If the Confederacy wanted to rebuild internally and strengthen themselves, they would be wise to consider council from an organization that had their thumb on the pulse of the market.

That wasn’t to say that the Exarch would agree on every point. Nor, would she suggest that they simply cave to the sternly worded “advice” that was levied without reproach.

“As noted in the initial order the withdrawal from the Galactic Stage will happen in the near future. The Vicelord is aware of the dangers, including, many that have been brought to bear by the Banking Clan. While we progress…We have much to discuss. We will place the Confederacy first, however, we will do it correctly and with as much preparation and knowledge as possible.”

This required actually listening to one another, accepting the facts, and rejecting that which would do them harm in the long run.

Alkor Centaris had been raised by

Darth Metus . In essence—Their positions allowed them the same level of control and weight. They were the long arm of the Vicerlord. His judgment, his law. What were they not? The Ministry of Commerce. Why should they not at least hear the words of those who had accepted coin as their profession? Should they not engage this venture with eyes fully opened? With every path available?

With that in mind; would she question the verbiage of Exarch Centaris and some of the more overzealous members of the Viceroyalty? Would she challenge what had already been spoken?

If it meant following through with due diligence to ensure the prosperity of their nation—Yes.

Daegon Corvinus · Apr 27, 2020

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Alkor Centaris |

Raven Thystle

Recent events had been unsettling to say the least. The Vicelord of the Confederacy of Independent Systems was becoming more bold, each executive order potentially more damaging than the next. Even a fool could see the impact such actions unchecked could have on the great nation, and the galaxy at large. However, the latest order was the most damning. Even more disastrous were the tariffs being proposed by the mandate which came as a follow up to that order from the office of

Alkor Centaris . Daegon could not abide by such actions as his planet controlled one of the nation's largest commodities, Bacta.

Stern eyes looked on as the speeches began. Amusement overtook his demeanor at the arrival of the representatives from the International Galactic Banking Clan. It seemed as though everyone present had an opinion, with as many words about them as diversity of thought. Daegon sat back in his pod, observing, his long fingers intertwined with the slender digits of the angel which always stood at the devil’s side.

“Superfluous,” he said for her ears only. “They grandstand like spring peacock’s fighting over a lone female.”

A reminder of his efforts to win her hand was the only reply he would receive to his spoken insight. His head nodded as he grinned, a slight squeeze of her hand indicating her point had been understood.

More speeches followed, including a rather rude display from the Viceroyal of Mechis III. His cursing would do nothing more to make his point than roses could woo unreciprocated feelings. The speech was nothing more than a toddler’s tantrum, and the veiled threat which followed a departure from the decorum one should expect of any who sat in the chambers. Dorian Harper was passionate about his business. Such passion did not deserve such scorn.

The representation from Falleen was equally as passionate. It seemed they held a position beyond that of putting the Confederacy first. Their primary concern was the preservation and security of their own planet, Falleen. For that he could not blame her. Daegon was concerned about the impact these decisions would have on Thyferra, on the Bacta trade, and on the wellbeing of his own people. He understood more than he would ever let on, and while he was more than content to remain silent on the matter, he did reserve the right to speak if there was anything new his words would add.

Exarch Talon rose to speak. Her words brought an unearthly quiet to the room. There was a weight to her words, one which carried not only the authority of her office, but the experience only the length of her tenure could bring. Deagon listened intently. Hers was a powerful voice, one which had the power to quell any debate, or be the cause of it. There would be none who could truly deny her words, whether they agreed or not, what she spoke was factual.

Before any could speak, Daegon stood, his pod raising as he prepared to make his first address to the entire assembly.

“My fellow colleagues, and our esteemed guests, Exarch Talon puts all of us to shame. What are we here to discuss? If we truly wish to seek what is best for the Confederacy, and ultimately the worlds we govern, why should we be so dismissive and flippant? As many of you know Bacta is one of the main exports of this great nation, and Thyferra is the source of it. Has anyone here considered the consequences of these proposed Tariffs? I have. Would we wound ourselves by starting a trade war where our Tariffs are met by equal or worse? If adopting the IGBC Credit, and accepting the assistance offered in good faith is in fact what is best for the Confederacy, then how can we claim to entertain such an idea without putting the Confederacy first?”

A stoic gaze scanned across the room as Daegon sought to take the temperature of the chamber itself. He could only push so far.

“We must do everything in our power to ascertain what is actually in the best interest of our people and of this great nation. Anything less would make us negligent and liable for the damage that willful ignorance will bring. There is a steep price to be paid for such laxity, and if you are uncertain, ask the Galactic Alliance.”

Darth Empyrean · Apr 29, 2020

Custani - a Viceroy Maliphant had never heard of; likely for good reason.

He had seen his type many times before, convinced of their absolute sovereignty, more embroiled in throwing their perceived weight around than actually cultivating any sort of power. A leech on the belly of a bloated beast looking to starve itself - and he could already tell that were this soon to be inquisition not to cut his head from his shoulders, he would bleed the confederacy dry.

And he had the poor mind to threaten Maliphant in front of the Senate. Only it wasn’t Maliphant - it was ‘Dorian Harper’, and while the man was powerful, he didn’t demand nearly the immediate respect Maliphant did; because Dorian was not as much a threat to immediate mortality. A hand clenched tightly behind Maliphant’s back, even as Adekos spoke.

“It could be settled if they listened.”, he said away from the microphone, taking a quick glance to Adekos.

When he glanced back, he nodded slightly to the words of the others, having made his peace of a proposal. His gaze wandered to the Exarch Talon as she spoke, and a heavy exhale left his nose. He could tell, even from here, she wasn’t happy to see this persona.

“As I’ve stated my proposal, and a counterpoint to one of the arguments - I will leave it at that. Lest I sully this discussion with my presence further.”, Dorian chimed into the microphone with a carefully crafted smile.

“Let the Exarchs know now however, the IGBC is willing to discuss anything they require; and will work in our best efforts to mitigate damage before it comes to fruition - for what it’s worth. I hope the federal goverment of the Confederacy will be more willing to work with us, than planetary ones.”, Maliphant said with a quick, ever so momentary glance to the two who were so vocally in disagreement.

With that, he took a few steps back, and sat down with the others, fist still clenched.

“It’d be such a simple thing to kill a Viceroy. A shame we’re bankers.”, he seethed.

Srina Talon |

Daegon Corvinus |

Caulder Dune |

Xazzex Xivar |

Custani Valcho |

Bastille Rommer |

Alkor Centaris |

Raven Thystle

Alkor Centaris · Apr 29, 2020

The Order was days old.

It stood, and would stand as it was for long enough to carry weight. Change was a process, and as they went through it, many voices would be heard. Emotions ran high, especially when goods were at risk. Alkor was more than aware of the possible repercussions of the Mandate that had been issued.

The Mandate served to create the immediate backlash that came with Protectionism. Other galactic bodies were supposed to feel the loss of the Confederacy. It was a reminder, of what they had.

What they would no longer benefit from.

If that gave cassus belli on the economic front, it would only serve to benefit the Confederacy. Other systems beyond their borders could seek to put pressure on them, but-

Ah, the representative of Thyferra. One of the most precise points of the tariffs was their stranglehold on the Galaxy's supply of Bacta. If people wanted it, this Viceroy's world was the only reliable source. His gaze moved to

Daegon Corvinus pointedly.

"Give them time to react. The Office of the Vicelord is monitoring the markets, and will act in the best interests of the Confederacy. We are not saying that we are rigid on this, what we are saying is that we are firm right now."

Alkor tapped his datapad and brought up the figures for them to view. "What we will not do is hastily make legislation so soon after making the declaration of Confederacy First. Allowing the changes to happen will give us a realistic idea of where we stand, and what things do need to change for it to succeed. As for Thyferra and your Bacta-"

The Exarch motioned. "You have a monopoly, Viceroy. Boycotting Bacta will be met with resistance from medical professionals and military leaders. Of all the people in this room, you have the least to worry about from the tariffs.

Yet, your worry is valid."

Alkor looked now to the Intergalactic Banking Clan. "Nor are we simply shunting you aside, representatives, in a haste to be rid of you. As previously mentioned, we will be considering all of our options. We will do what is best for the Confederacy, but we will do so in the proper order."

He looked now to

Srina Talon , so quick to come to the aid of the foreign delegation. Whatever she was playing at, Alkor was ambivalent toward the woman's whims. What did fall flat was the subtle derision from the course that every Viceroy in the room could see.

What an interesting creature she was to make that play.

It was time to return to business proper, and shunt the doubt aside. "Nevertheless, we were called to order at the request of the representative from Ra'Katha. Are there any final thoughts before we yield the floor to Viceroy Rommer?"

Darth Empyrean |

Caulder Dune |

Custani Valcho |

Xazzex Xivar |

Raven Thystle |

Bastille Rommer

John Locke · Apr 29, 2020

Confederacy First.

It was only two little words, seemingly insignificant but put together the phrase has swept across the galaxy in a wave of fire and turmoil that had swept across the galaxy. It seemed that everyone had an opinion on the policy, that everyone had to be heard and proclaim their reaction. The reactions that were all the holonet seemed to be talking about these days, from the moment he opened his eyes to the moment they closed the data streams were filled with stories and expert analysis.

It was a trend that seemed to be repeated here in the very chambers of governance, the room where the future of the confederacy was planned out and put into action. A vast chamber full of shadow and light, a true reflection on the Confederacy it represented.

In his role as the minister of science John had avoided these meeting as much as he possibly could, preferring to stay working in his office just watching. It’s where he’d been on that day when the Viceroyalty chamber had been invaded by bounty hunters. This very room, what should have been the most secure and protected place on the planet had been invaded, the truths of their weakness brought home.

It was that, amongst so many other reasons that had lead to the policy they were here to debate today. It was the attack on Atrisia that had pulled him our of the shadows to stand in the light at the side of the Vicelord.

Well metaphorically anyway.

Dressed in his usual suit the man had settled back in his pod, satisfied to wait in the shadows cast over him by the other pods. Or at least he had been.

A touch of a button sent John’s pod shifting up into the light, the Exarch holding up a hand to draw attention to himself as he shook his head.

“Let’s not be hasty, since we have the esteemed bankers here why not avail ourselves of their knowledge, of the information they possess rather then moving on so quickly? Why not fully address the concerns of the viceroys here while we’re about it? If we want to do what’s best for the confederacy, if we want to settle these tall tales and rumours that keep spreading then surely the best way to do that is to drag all these questions into the light of day to be examined and answered?”

The man’s head inclined in the direction of the banking clan, dark eyes seeking out the form of Dorian Harper before John span his pod to face them.

“Let’s set aside the idea of creating a unaffiliated fleet to protect the neutral spaceways for now, such a fleet has never been needed before, and I can see that the political consequences of such a body would be tricky to navigate at best. While I appreciate your confidence in predicting the potential growth of the Confederacy’s GDP, I fail to see how spending that money would result in the growth without investing in more hulls for shipping. I’m sure that the CDF is more than capable of handling any pirates who might decide to prey upon our vessels in a manner that discourages further attacks.”

John had experienced first hand the professionalism and the capability of the Confederacy’s naval forces and wouldn’t bet against them. Especially in light of organization under a new Grand Marshall the navy should be more than capable of answering any threat to the shipping that flowed from the planets and companies of Confederacy space.

“I’m actually more interested in your concerns regarding the other galactic governments. You mentioned that the OPA, the Republic and the Alliance might try to unseat confederacy control in the region? I’m not sure I entirely understand what it is you mean, are you suggesting they might try to convince planets within Confederacy space to scede? Or is this more of a concern along the lines of the Viceroy of Thyferra’s concerns about tariffs and trade restrictions? How do we avoid other nations engaging in trade wars with us? It is surely the right of every government to tax the import of foreign goods, everyone has to pay customs duties. No matter which world, which nation you visit there is some form of taxation...apart from perhaps Nar Shadaa or the planets of the OPA. Why does the COnfederacy joining those ranks of nations who tax the import of goods create such a stir? Surely the Republic, the patents of the Alliance, all those powers that have already been mentioned have a similar policy in place?"

“We are so concerned with the reaction of other nations, of this proclamation from the Rebel News Network claiming that we’re a offshoot of the Sith Empire. But, just take a moment and consider who is saying that? Rebels, people who require that kind of grand statement to raise fear and concern that gives them their funds and resources. Anyone who knows us, anyone who knows us, anyone who has taken the time to even give a cursory examination of galactic politics know how ridiculous a statement that is. That other nations might think that we who have always opposed everything the Sith Empire stands for should be compared to them is perhaps the saddest part of this whole affair. “

A sip from a cup of water as John took a moment to sweep his eyes across the hall, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing.

“There can be no doubt that each of us here wants nothing more than the best for our nation. From the Exarchs, to the Viceroys to our guests who are here offering their advice. Every argument, every proposal only seeks what is best for the confederacy that we all serve. We may not all agree on specifics but that’s how a nation builds itself. A thousand voices, a thousand ideas all united in one purpose.”

“Exarch Centaris has pointed out that we have a bank, that we have a currency, yet the coming days are bound to be filled with questions upon questions as we adapt to the new reality we find ourselves in. It’s the way of economies, of governments to take their time before things settle into the best result. Why not seek the help of those experienced in the way of the economy to help predict future problems before they appear on our horizon? Better to avoid a problem than to have to sail through it.”

“How do we avoid a trade war? How do we create a situation where our citizens can get all the commodities they want at no extra price? I don’t know about you all, but the kids on my Christmas list would probably riot if I didn’t get them the latest Corellian Digital games they wanted. We want to allow our citizens to propser, but at the same time create a situations where our companies don’t stagnate but are capable of playing on the galactic stage. These are the questions that need to be answered, and those answers will require those who are not just focused on the Confederacy and it’s economy, but are focused on the galactic markets too. In this place we are Sith and Entrepreneurs and politicians, I don’t claim to know how galactic economies work, I just know how to use them.”

Alkor Centaris |

Srina Talon |

Caulder Dune |

Xazzex Xivar |

Alessandra Creed · Apr 29, 2020

Location: Geonosis [Golbah City]
Objective: "Support the nation. Ensure, that we do not make assumptions and prepare for the future."
Wearing: Formal Wear
Title: Minister of Commerce
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Caulder Dune |

Raven Thystle |

Xazzex Xivar |

Daegon Corvinus
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It was difficult to travel from Illyra to Geonosis, but it was vaguely easier when her husband,

Adron Malvern , decided that playing the role of a King required all of his focus. On one hand? It was excellent. It meant that she could return to work while their son spent time with his father. For a woman that had the tongue of a serpent and the temperament of fire—He was glad to see her get out of the castle on occasion.

He would never admit it, obviously, but she knew.

Alessandra didn’t blame him. She loved him. He loved her. They had some distinct hurdles and differences of opinion that made the day to day routine…A process. She was a Minister first and a Queen second with a mouth that never took a holiday. A mother that scalded the ears of anyone that dared glance at her child the wrong way. She was a caged bird on Illyria. She would endure—As it was gilded. But it was cage nonetheless. The King of Illyria, her partner, was rightfully relieved (if a touch worried) when her ship broke orbit.

There were a lot of dangers in Confederate space. More now, than ever.

Ever since the Confederacy First order had passed through the airways the Ministry of Commerce had been in a state of complete disarray. Chaos. Everything they knew, in an instant, had flipped upside down and inside out. No manner of planning could handle the level of inquiries that were posed by citizens and non-citizens that didn’t understand the Executive Order or the bold Mandates that followed. Thus far her commanding and plain responses had kept order.

Order—But not satisfaction.

There were many trade contracts that would require adjustments, and some, that had already pulled out of the Confederacy entirely. The raven-haired woman remained silent in her pod. There were plenty of people yelling at each other. She didn’t need to add to it.

At least not yet.

Chocolate shaded eyes swept over the Viceroy, the Banking Clan, and two of the three current Exarchs. The wheels in her head turned. The albino-witch seemed to be empty as always. She was about as interesting to Alessandra as watching a snail copulate. Strangely,

Alkor Centaris weren’t far behind. What did pique her interest? Disharmony. It seemed that they were not on the same wavelength in the slightest. One wished to charge ahead, with a very interesting view on their economic status, whereas the other seemed to be choosing a more cautious approach.

Interesting. Very, Interesting.

Had they never heard that when parents fought, often, the children had a crisis of loyalty?

The Viceroyalty, in this scenario, were the children. If there was a divide to be had? It would be found through the recent mandates that had appeared. Requiring a multi-pass to cross Confederate territory ruffled feathers. Still, it was acceptable and necessary given the recent attacks. Disrupting the economy and potentially destroying the trade agreements she had helped build up over the years? The loss of fair and lucrative trade not only for Geonosis but potentially all of their sovereign systems?

Alessandra was only grateful that the Ministry of Commerce hadn’t started receiving death threats yet.

While the others bandied words and silly threats she leaned back and watched. Listened. She would have said her peace but it would be a cold day in hell before she got between two Exarchs in public. Another voice chimed in, that of

John Locke , and she doubled down on her stance. No, thank you. That made it three Exarchs. No, no, and no. That was war in heaven she would happily stay far away from. She almost felt bad for this Dorian Harper of the IGBC. Much of what she needed could be addressed when all the pomp and circumstance had died down. Her position was to adapt to the needs of the Confederacy and ensure that policy didn’t bankrupt the nation.

Well, she supposed, the time had simply come to see how good she was at her job.

It was going to be a long, long fiscal year.

Raven Thystle · Apr 29, 2020

INDIFFERENT

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Darth Metus |

Slowly everyone began to speak, even the most notable of people spoke up and she pressed her lips together while the inner monologue continued. It was basically human nature to feel fear when change was implemented at a sudden rate. This was a point where the most human or rather, basic instinct of every being would come into play and the fight or flight response would kick in. Some would fight, much like how some people here were arguing with fire in their words and others would run for the hills. Whatever Viceroy was not here or had already resigned seats to jump ship, were a prime example. Then there was the third category, one that she and a few others fell into, much like the banker that was trying to take advantage of the situation that they found themselves in. They were the logic thinkers. The ones that took a step back and looked at the facts.

What did she think of the banker? Well, arrogant to start with; he also reminded her of a vulture, one that was still trying to profit from a bad situation, but in this room, everyone was trying to profit. Everyone was looking out for number one; themselves and their own interests. Raven would be remiss to think that she wasn’t out for herself, on the contrary, she was, but she had lived long enough to take moments of quiet even amongst the grandstanding. To simply observe without interrupting was a great skill that took many years to grow and foster, but one that she had taken painstakingly great lengths to do. For even she had fallen through many paths herself along the way, however it was her parent’s mistakes that were the biggest lessons that she learned from.

Lessons that were being displayed in this very room. Emotions, egos and even opportunists were rearing their ugly heads. It was like a street brawl being fought in long winded speeches, some even showing their hands without realising it. Brown eyes took in each Viceroy with quiet observation and although she had told herself that it was too early to speak, she herself had to say something. Logic demanded that the tide be quelled with logic. A sigh parted her red painted lips as the woman dressed in a simple black gown rose from her seated position. The hand that her chin had been resting upon, brushed red and black locks from her pale face as she stood, bringing the attention to herself.

"While I may be a new face to you all; even I know that we are better than to degrade ourselves to our lesser and most basic instincts of fight or flight.” The vampiress gave a brief pause to let her initial statement settle in. "Some of us may be feeling a little fearful about our bottom line. I don’t blame you, it is a valid concern for all of us involved here, but instead of arguing, maybe out of all of us gathered here today, we can all put our heads together and come up with an agreeable solution that is beneficial to all of us.” Her gaze drifted to Dorian for a moment, as he seemed to be the one who wanted to throw the most weight around, the one who when he didn’t get his way, decided to throw barbs at the viceroyalty instead of being patient with them to allow the initial shocks run its course.

Finally her gaze shifted, "As it has been pointed out, the Executive Order and Mandate reflect specifically that the Confederacy come first. We have suffered because we didn’t think of our own, but rather put lives at risk and lost them. The Confederacy First, from my viewpoint is only a ‘for now’ thing, unless otherwise stated. However, for now, we are fine, but in the future may I suggest a course of action. Which is what we are here to do right? Offer suggestions?” Another brief pause. "May I suggest that we wait for, in the very least, two weeks or even a month and see how we fair. Document every down turn we may experience in that period. Record actual facts and figures, rather than speculate about how our planets and trade are going to be affected. Then gather these supporting documents, put them in a report and build upon alternative solutions which would be more effective to the outcome; rather than jump now and build policies based upon speculation which could potentially be, what some might call, useless in the future.”

With that, Raven seated herself back down to let her words sink where they may. If they figured that her suggestion was viable, some people might return with cooler heads, who knew. People were unpredictable in times like this. More... Reactive.

Bastille Rommer · Apr 29, 2020

Darth Empyrean |

Xazzex Xivar |

Custani Valcho |

Raven Thystle |

Alkor Centaris |

Caulder Dune |

Srina Talon |

Daegon Corvinus |

John Locke |

Alessandra Creed

The Viceroys, as predicted, squabbled like petty lords fighting over an insignificant piece of land. Bastille had yielded the floor to debate and discussion, hoping that one or more of his contemporaries would be able to offer legislative solutions to help ease an ever-growing crisis of potential trade war with the nations that had formerly been allies of the Confederacy. It seemed, however, that Bastille's hope was vain; the meeting had gone awry mere seconds after he'd yielded the floor, with an uninvited representative of the Intergalactic Banking Clan, had turned the conversation to matters of centralized mercantile fleets, a discussion that held some merit but one that was far from pressing at the current time. Furthermore, Bastille and many of his Confederates shared a mutual dislike towards Federalism, especially on the hyper-privatized scale that the IGBC was suggesting. If Bastille was concerned about the safety of his own ships venturing out of Confederacy space, he would see to it himself to protect his merchants and his wares, and if not him than the Confederate Defense Force.

For a time being, he allowed the discourse to continue, however off-course it had become. But as Bastille sat and listened to tempers flare, egos be struck down or filled to the bursting point, nonsensical ideas and uninformed conclusions being drawn, the Kemotar started to feel almost irate. His annoyance partially subsided by the time that Exarch Centaris, the man that had visited him on Ra'Katha no longer than a week ago, had risen for the second time to try and draw the Viceroyalty back to the matter at hand. But that attempt failed when, after him, his fellow Exarch John Locke had stood and essentially proclaimed the opposite. Even the Exarchs, Bastille mused, were divided on this issue; a fracture that could very well be exploited by those smart enough to see it, both in and out of the Confederacy. The last one to speak after Locke had been another Viceroy, but Bastille at that point was tired of listening to the same repeated words -- wait and see. In the Kemotar's long experience in his world and in the galactic arena, there was no time to wait; waiting was a ruse concocted by men smart enough to act.

Once again Bastille stood to spoke, and the Speaker's gavel attempted to quite the room, but Bastille declined to wait for the room to quiet. In Ra'Katha, attention was gathered much more simply; by making yourself known. "My fellow Viceroys, Exarchs, and others," he said, his voice loud, the honeyed tone discarded for one of firmness and almost scolding. "We sit here bickering like children, while every second other people are planning how to best take advantage of us in this unprecedented situation. Our own Vicelord condemned us for being to slow to the draw, for being too cautious to take any bold and decisive action, and yet now we stand here preaching the same exact vices. For those who think that now it is the time to wait, let me offer you a rebuke -- it is not. Now is the time for action and consensus, and if we fail at that, then we fail our mandate. History was not forgiving to the Galactic Alliance, and it will not be forgiving to the Confederacy if we chose to walk the same path."

Still carrying on with the same timbre, he turned now to face the Exarchs and the representatives of the IGBC. "Members of the Banking Clan, I do not assume that you wish the Confederacy any harm and that your offer bodes any ill will. But I would like to remind, you, our Exarchs, and my fellow Viceroys the tenets on which the Confederacy were founded: Planetary Sovereignty. The first section of the Confederacy Charter guarantees each planet in the Confederacy this right, and any sort of centralized fleet out of the control of each planet, much less the Confederacy itself, is an affront to our nation and our people. Moreover, I ask -- why come to the Confederacy to ask for our permission to instigate this Commerce Protection fleet that you purport? The Confederacy does not hold sovereignty in neutral systems, nor do we hold jurisdiction. If you wished to create a neutral, intergalactic fleet in neutral space, you do not need our permission to do so. Or am I right in thinking that protection from pirates and the lawless offered this fleet, as with everything else in the Banking Clan, does not come without a price?"

"My fellow colleagues, I proclaim my loyalties. My first and foremost loyalty is to my planet and the people of Ra'Katha, and it is my mandate that they are served justly and be given the economic opportunities it deserves. Why should Eriadu, or Thyferra, or Falleen, or Geonosis decide what is best for Ra'Katha, or vice versa? I am not the expert of customs on Teyr, and I am unaware of the history of Fondor. Each planet is different, each planet holds different needs, and each planet should be able to meet those needs on their own term. In the cases that The Confederacy is subject to universal law, it must be on the rare occasion that benefits each and every one, such as the Confederacy Defense Force, or this proclamation. All other matters must be left to the prerogative of that planet, and in that lies the key to the Confederacy's future prosperity."

"Along those lines, I would like to introduce a bill that I have long pondered over -- one that would allow border planets and planets that rely on intergalactic trade the economic and legal means to construct their own customs offices and spaceport regulations, in accordance with the Executive Order and Mandate. This bill would also introduce Planetary Sponsorship, a law that would allow companies and individuals to receive paperwork, or sponsorship, that would allow for streamlined travel to and from the secured borders of the Confederacy. The laws of this bill all act to support the mandate and order of our Vicelord, but at the same time allow planets to adapt and evolve to their own needs. I now submit this bill to the Viceroyalty for a formal vote," Bastille said with a final nod to the Speaker, who nodded in return. Satisfied, the Viceroy of Ra'Katha took his seat once more, and the Speaker of the Viceroyalty stepped forward.

"Viceroys and attendees will be allowed to make their remarks, and then a vote shall be had," the Speaker announced before sitting himself. The floor was now open, and Bastille would now see if his colleagues would be able to truly rise and take action. If not. . . Bastille resolved to cross that bridge when he got there.

But he hoped he would not have to.

Xazzex Xivar · Apr 29, 2020

Oh, yes, the goings on within the chamber was ever so intriguing, enthralling, and above all noisy. Xazzex had long since resumed a comfortable position in her chair with a drink once more in her hand. She heard every word. The otherwise flat expression of the Falleen woman was not one that had 'mentally checked out,' but the unflappable visage of someone worthy of her position. If she were as unevenly tempered as some present the Noble Houses would have rioted (in their fashion) and seen to it Xazzex was removed -- as she had done to her predecessor.

As for the concerns of a trade war that several mentioned... Why not? Of course she couldn't say that. No one wanted a trade war was the official position of nearly everyone. Think of the credits. Xazzex, however, was not everyone and certainly not no one. A Trade War would be good for business. The higher prices for consumer goods and services rose, the more profitable illicit means of securing them became. Of course, she wasn't ignorant to the risks or foolhardy enough to believe mindless application of tariffs would help. Law-abiding businesses of Falleen could be affected, and their loss could outweigh the gains of the Leviathan Ring; such a net loss would not serve her purposes. Yet, just like the Inquisition, 'Bad News' could -- if done so carefully -- serve a purpose. One had to exploit opportunities as they were found, but be intelligent enough to know when those opportunities were self-defeating.

Alessandra Creed was in attendance today, which now and again drew the Falleen's eye. She was conspicuously quiet, but then given the clamor in the chamber would ever more words steer them to a desired end? Perhaps not here, but Xazzex contemplated how her world might support the woman's aims. That was certain to be a significant risk given her position, but one of considerable reward and mutual benefit. Potentially.

Then the man that had set the stage for the circus stepped forward in an effort to steer discussion back to the matter he'd called the Viceroys present to hear. A slight lift of her right brow followed

Bastille Rommer acknowledging their individual concerns as sovereign worlds. It tickled the Falleen pleasantly he would do this openly and without shame. Set aside the mask they all wore of being a unified collective all doting on one another to a moment? His world was another that might produce lucritive opportunities, and his demeanor seemed amenable.

At its face, his proposal was obviously self-serving. Ra'Katha was a border planet. However, it was not tailored to just those. There were benefits even to worlds away from the border; largely those along hyperspace lanes, but worth consideration all the same. As he spoke, Xazzex gave thought to his proposal. It could be put to good use, implemented 'correctly.'

"As our concern is securing the worlds of the Confederacy, while mindful of deleterious effect by becoming too stringent, it appears the Viceroy of Ra'Katha's proposal bears merit. Without a means of ensuring rapid processing of vessels entering or leaving our space, the disruption in delivery of goods could produce a ripple effect throughout our interplanetary markets. Provided a common set of minimum safeguards are in place to secure these worlds, and that the effort to secure documentation or sponsorship is not so arduous as to move the bureaucracy from the border to Clerks spread throughout the Confederacy... Falleen supports the initiative." Xazzex lifted her flute to toast Bastille. Her eyes then strayed to a pad to review the details and make a few minor alterations to ensure it wouldn't be so effective her people could not make use of it.

Tag:

Raven Thystle |

Caulder Dune |

Srina Talon |

Daegon Corvinus |

John Locke |

Alessandra Creed

Jordar Varcskel · Apr 29, 2020

Twice now the great assembly of the Confederacy had been gathered since he joined the ranks of the Viceroys, once for Atrisia and everything that went with it, bringing forward the inquisition as well as the sudden resignation of the Viceroy of Eriadu. Again, though there was a different problem, not some other disaster on another world, not an error on the part of anyone person but there was a problem with people’s comprehension. The Vicelord’s executive order had set off a swift reaction, with two simple words “Confederacy First'' they had set the galaxy alight. There was a great deal of uncertainty in the galaxy over this move perhaps even that chaos and confusion were part of the Vicelord’s will, it was not his to say he did not know the man’s mind in the slightest.

For a time, he sat quietly listening to Bastille’s opening remarks speaking at length of the situation before them at what it meant to the Confederacy at large. Uncertainty was something that at best was undesirable in government and in economics, anyone is aware of that or at least should be if they purport to rule. However, there was much uncertainty in the galaxy now, what had begun as a simple withdrawal of military assets had snowballed into accusation and rumor and now called for swift action by the Viceroyalty to quell that uncertainty but of course, like all things, that effort got stalled before it even began.

The quiet representative of Fondor watched as the Intergalactic Banking Clan made their positions known with no small amount of contempt for the position the Confederacy had taken, as was their right to form their own opinion however what was not their right was to set or demand action by the Confederacy as they were so boldly doing. With honeyed words they spoke of trust and community a typical political spin if he ever heard it but still, he sat quietly and waited. Next spoke the Viceroy of Falleen surprisingly he found himself in total agreement with Xazzex for a change, an unexpected event indeed.

The Banking Clan representative spoke again, incredulously being even more arrogant then he had been a moment ago, they may have great wealth but tact was something they lacked, the irony of that observation made him smile a bit to himself and he shook his head. Then the Viceroy Custani spoke up, Jordar had not met this man but gave him his attention, all the same, He was openly hostile to the Banking Clan but again he lacked tact, Jordar might detest politics but he at least knew how to tell somebody to feth off but make it sound like a compliment.

Exarch Centaris began speaking and immediately he paid attention, this was a new face to him and one who was new to his own office much like he himself was, he laid out the terms for the Banking Clan in fine diplomatic fashion placating them quite skillfully, giving them what they wanted but truthfully giving them nothing, yet. It was a fine move and worthy of respect, another voice came this truly was becoming tiresome he looked and saw Exarch Talon rise to meet the gaggle of speakers in the middle, she spoke well and fair striking a measured tone and with her points, he agreed in part these decisions should be made carefully and with measured calm discussion yes the Banking Clan did raise legitimate problems that they would need to consider but at the same time, some of those considerations were not legitimate. And now the other new Exarch, one he had actually met spoke up ever the peacemaker he attempted to assuage the banking clan, the exarchs and the viceroyalty all in one maneuver frankly it was well-intentioned but unnecessary at the moment they were at this point so far off the original topic it was becoming comical. Another new voice came in frankly at this point he simply sighed in irritation, more wait and see precisely what the Vicelord had cited as the chief problem of the Confederacy, but just as he was about to move into the fray Bastille spoke again and he paused to listen. He spoke well, he was a consummate politician seeking to guide the conversation back on course and quite skillfully did so. What would truly matter is if he were heard and so Jordar would attempt to open their ears, hitting the button in front of him his pod rose to join the fray and he stood quietly until the movement stopped and he calmly looked at and regarded each member present in the conversation.

“Exarchs, members of the Viceroyalty and our esteemed guests from the Banking Clan” he spoke firmly but measured as he began to voice his displeasure “For a time I have been listening to all parties involved here, I weighed your words and I have heard your points, now allow me to share mine. The reason we are gathered here until this point has been lost.”

First he turned to address the banking clan directly “As Exarch Centaris stated, you have been heard, and the points you have raised will be considered, however that is not the business that is before us today. We appreciate your candid consideration for the wellbeing of the Confederacy and her people.” He turned back to the rest of the assembled speakers, rather than address them at once he addressed them all. “Was it not the Vicelord himself who admonished this chamber that it was our inaction, our reactionary nature that led to the events here and on Atrisia. I hear some of you say we should wait and see how things progress, that is directly in contrast to the Vicelords directive is it not?” he paused and let that sink in for a moment

“Nobody here is calling for closing off trade or starting a trade war. We do not control the actions of other nations nor should we. Nor should we be surprised when long-standing alliances are reset, surely there will be hard feelings and mistrust, even betrayal by such a move. Should we have done it? Irrelevant, it has already been done so now we move on and focus on how we can best mitigate any problems this order presents to us. Should we acquiesce and suddenly start patrolling neutral sectors, what then was the point of bringing our forces home only to send them into another situation where we give to the galactic community and get nothing, not even gratitude. Their own publications tell us what they think of us, that is not the opinion of a grateful galaxy as Exarch Talon pointed out, a galaxy that our fleets have repeatedly saved from brutal warfare and destruction of many lives.” he turned to face Exarch Talon and bowed slightly softening his tone considerably “You are also correct Exarch Talon in that at the same time we cannot be consumed by that gossip and that firstly our duty is to the Confederacy. Not to the people outside these borders.” Finally, he turned to Bastille “Viceroy, I commend you on your legislative idea and you have the full support of Fondor” with that he stepped back and retook his seat, he had said his peace and he would say no more, the rest was up to everyone else now.

Tag:

Raven Thystle |

Caulder Dune |

Srina Talon |

Daegon Corvinus |

John Locke |

Alessandra Creed |

Xazzex Xivar

Darth Empyrean · Apr 29, 2020

Dorian would sit idle as they spoke among themselves - and despite what he thought, many ‘ran to his rescue’ as it seemed to be. At least some had sense, he mused to himself, and looked to meet the gaze of John Locke - who was a sizeable shareholder of the banking clan. It was easy to acknowledge why he might defend their motives thus far.

“Domestically, the Confederate fleet does well; but many lanes in the galaxy are yet plagued by piracy. Consider for a moment how much piracy takes from the Confederacy - but not necessarily directly, and what it could cost to rid yourself of that thread; to rid the galaxy of it. That is where the GDP predictions come from - leaving aside the diplomatic effects of such a dealing.”, he mused.

“Deal with the pirates abroad, and trade increases galactically. Be the first to help deal with it, and traders and corporations flock to the ‘safer’ trading lanes of the Confederacy.”

Though, he avoided mentioning the Bryn’adul for the moment. Their aggressive expansion and genocide aesthetic was wearing heavily on trade in the Outer Rim.

“As for the others - I mean what I said. Confederacy domination in the Mid Rim means they can’t control it themselves - and since the Republic has much old clay in this area, I’m sure they would like it back very much. You’re the closest thing to a Sith ran goverment this side of the Silvers - a prime target should you show your nation’s neck.”, he said as his legs crossed over the other direction.

“First and foremost, you stop a trade war by not creating one.”, he said with a cock of his lips.

“Surely the Confederacy announcing its intent to tax foreign assets and impart tariffs on a mass scale to stop foreign dependency was not simply to ‘join the ranks of the others’, was it? If it was, would I recommend hiring a proper media company - and better bill writers?”, he offered matter of factly.

“If the Confederacy was a free trade zone prior, then my apologies. As far as I understand from those present, and the media coverage thus far - the Confederacy has full intent to drop foreign trade entirely. I would rather we not focus on the mundane nature of a ‘minor tariff’, and focus instead on this rabid isolationism your peers seem to focus on.”, he said with a glance to the others.

“May I also recommend to not let the words of a poorly made news article from an unaffiliated party not perturb the council so much.”, he said with a quiet lean forward.

Though soon John turned away from the banking Clan and to the vast others within the room. Soon he quieted, others spoke, and eventually another moved to speak to those in the Banking Clan’s representative pod. The man was ‘Bastille Rommer’, another man Dorian didn’t know.

“As I mentioned previously, Viceroy Rommer, the fleet comes at a cost of 1% GDP sign on agreement - to help expand and maintain the fleet. The Confederacy would not be the only involved, but it is simply a way to stay ahead of the growing rampancy of pirates all through the Galaxy. While the Banking Clan could certainly attempt such a thing itself - we would prefer financial agreements from the various goverments of the galaxy before doing so. It would be a shame if the fleet did little more than idle about as goverments refused it access to ‘their hyperlanes’ afterall.”

Though the mention of planetary customs, economic policies, and regulations changing planet to planet made Dorian’s eye twitch. Much in the face of what the Banking Clan hoped to achieve in uniform trade around the galaxy, the man before him had proposed rampant chaos in the name of ‘control’, without even understanding that the vast change in policies would do little more than complicate trade, and drive it from his cherished Ra’Katha as it had the Core.

And yet he would do little more than make a more annoyed grunt in his throat that only

Gat Tambor and

Caulder Dune could hear.

Away from the microphones, he leaned to Adekos and asked a quiet question -

“They keep saying they don’t want a trade war, but that the other nations will do what they please… Do they understand how to stop a trade war, or is that a zero sum menality to get out of responsibility for all this?”, he said with a cock of his brow, making momentary eye contact with Adekos before turning back to the others.

Daegon Corvinus · Apr 30, 2020

Location: Goblah City
Current Mood: Annoyed
Wearing: xxx
Tag:

Alkor Centaris |

Srina Talon |

John Locke |

Caulder Dune |

Bastille Rommer |

Xazzex Xivar |

Custani Valcho | Jordar Varcskel |

Daegon listened as more speeches filled the room. To his dismay, the Viceroy of Thyferra watched on as his words were drowned out with little consideration. There was much to be discussed, too much in fact for this meeting. The topics ranged from tariffs, to economic policy, banking, policing hyperlanes, but no one was talking about what they were there for. While everyone debated their positions, the executive order itself had been vague, unclear. Following communications from @Alkor Centaris’s office communicated other things, and yet each Viceroy in the room did not know what the impact of the order was going to be to their world.

“None of them see the issue at hand here, my seraph,” he said to his bride.

Where he was, she was. On this stage they worked together, a united front that represented the best of Thyferra. The lengths Deagon had gone to in order to win her hand, quite literally, motivated him to keep her as close as possible. She had an insight into matters that he needed, and while he was a Sith himself, a master manipulator, there were times when one needed to be smart. For all of her beauty, Serpahina was equally as intelligent. Daegon would always heed her council.

It was then that Alkor Centaris spoke again, it seemed he was forgetting the fact there was another producer of Bacta in the galaxy. Thyferra was but one. If a trade war did ensue, if there were other sources of Bacta available, Thyferra would suffer along with the rest of the Confederacy. Like with any war, unless they were confident they could win it, a trade war should not even be started. Yet, there were occasions where a trade war could benefit the Confederacy. The question before all of them was whether or not this was one of those times.

There were more words. Some called for patience, such as

Raven Thystle . The new Viceroy of Felecat seemed to admonish a fact based approach. She requested that time be taken to collect data on the impact this decision would have.

His eyes fell to the Minister of Commerce,

Alessandra Creed . Her office should already have done the research and provided the data. If they wanted to know the economic impact, all they needed to do was look to her. Most of what was being discussed belonged in her chambers anyway. There could be no decision without her input, and without her agreement.

Another Exarch spoke. His words suggested something similar, an exploration of the proposal by those from the IGBC. What could it hurt? Daegon had expressed something similar earlier. His arms crossed over his chest, a sour expression washing over the elongated features of his face. Daegon was getting a headache.

More speeches, followed by the proposal for a new bill, one no one had seen, just after Exarch Centaris said they would not be making hasty legislation. Shaking his head, Daegon listened as planet after planet offered support for the bill.

Daegon stood.

“Point of Order, Mr. Chairman,” Daegon spoke using the rules of order to his advantage to gain the floor. “Is it the custom of this body to introduce legislation for a vote that no one has seen prior to entering this chamber? Why is it we are already discussing this without the proper motion or its subsequent second? Thyferra requests that any vote on this bill be delayed until all present have had ample time to consider its content.”

Addressing the body as a whole.

“I would also caution everyone on rejecting the points made by the IGBC so readily. There are points to be discussed, questions to be answered, all of which, as Exarch Talon has already pointed out, find their proper channel of discussion outside of this chamber. Perhaps all of us can now see the damage behind such executive orders that contain policy no one has seemingly discussed. It would behoove all of us to remember that we simply wish to put the CIS first. Perhaps it would be best for all of us to take a step back and allow each committee to do their due diligence and present their findings to this body at a later date.”

Not one to simply speak without any follow through, Daegon sent a private message to

Darth Empyrean “Dorian Harper,” inviting him to be his guest on Thyferra. From his perspective the IGBC credit would soon become the trade currency of the galaxy, and if it was backed by a commodity like bacta, well perhaps it would also increase Daegon’s wealth and standing as well.

There was never enough power.

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