Populate Daffamation of Character | GA Population of Affa

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective One: Perfectly Legal
Location: Affa
Action: Trying to win an election
Attire

“So you would say that Senator Candidate Krytal is someone you know well and above reproach?” the Interviewer asked Seto.

“I would say that the people here have no better choice than future Senator Krytal to represent their interests.” Seto explained, his smile bright as his eyes stared into the Holo-Camera recording it all.

“-The reports here though indicate tha-”

“Alleged reports that were designed to obfuscate and distract the people from voting the correct choice for their Senator.” Seto quickly interjected.

“-But as the report in question has-”

“I must apologize, but if we are to continue to give credence to such, vile, slanderous, lies I believe this interview is over.”

“Well, Senator Du Couteau, I do have one more question. . . .”

~~

Seto sighed deeply into his hands as he sat alone in his makeshift make-up room lent to him before the interview. It was perhaps the only place in miles that could give him some peace and quiet for the moment. He hadn’t expected the kind of backlash of this Senator and wondered if the Corporatist Party should really invest into finding better candidates to support. While discretion was the better part of valor, dodging accusation after accusation was a rather tedious work that Seto cared little for. Especially when said accusations bear more than angry barks but actual sharpened teeth. Credits were made to be spent, but throwing them into a dumpster-fire wasn't reckless spending, it was wasteful spending.

His communicator rang and with a pained look at it, Seto answered cheerfully enough. “Ah yes, I’ve made sure the donation was made as cleanly as possible. So much so, it’ll squeak past any Marshall.” Seto explained, perhaps one of the only bright spots that hadn’t given the young Du Couteau any headaches.

The Chancellor expressed concern over another report showing not a bright outlook for the candidate in one of the voting districts. “-Well, the efforts made from the FAC are bringing darkening clouds over our Candidate. . . Perhaps we need a change of tactics when it comes to addressing the FAC.” Seto continued. He could dress up a lie as beautifully as himself, but having enough people see and believe it was another story entirely.
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|| Aerarii Tithe ||​

 

[Bernard]

He rummaged through the pouch until he finally found a small injector and a packet of stimpacks. He loaded the injector as Ishida pulled at his collar, which he absent-mindedly obliged, bending his knees.

He'd expected her to inspect the wounds more closely, perhaps poke and prod to check for broken bones or remove some of the blood, but instead, she'd meant to place a pair of kisses where the droid's head had struck him.

He blinked, mouth slightly agape while he stood a little stunned, cheeks held by Ishida's hands, rooted with the stimpack in hand. The red in his expression deepened as a faint blush spread through his face.

"I-I suppose it was," he managed, finally noticing the daze her healing method had put him in.

He shook his head, carefully, drawing a breath through his clogged nose. The daze cleared, and he returned to the task of fixing himself up. The injector clicked quietly as he applied it.

"I never figured you for someone who liked to give small affections like that."

His vision, and thoughts, began to clear as the stims started to take effect.

The end of her sleeve had taken on a red colour from the blood she'd helped to clear, he noted, and her otherwise platinum white hair had suddenly gained yellow-red streaks. She hadn't come out entirely unscathed either.

He reached for the strings in her hair, carefully pinching strands to prevent the goopy noodles from painfully pulling as he removed them.

Ishida Ashina​

 

[Ishida Ashina]

BYOO | AFFA | FACTORY DISTRICT HAS THE BEST CAFFEINE SOURCES
Bernard

"I never figured you for someone who liked to give small affections like that."

Honestly, neither did she.

“Something you could get used to?”

Even though pulling the pasta from her hair didn't hurt, she winced anyway. Mostly at the comment about her behaviour. It was one of those ones that brought about the rare case of her second-guessing herself, and she tucked her lips together to knot them into another expression of a shoulderless shrug.

"Just don't use it as an excuse to further damage yourself." She cautioned, feigning a crispness to her tone that she didn't feel.

With a sigh, she swept the clinging spaghetti from her shoulders and turned to crouch beside the droid. "We should probably get this back to the plant, hm? Let that technician know about the damages and get on with our evening?"

She pushed the shoulder of the lifeless droid with her fingers, glaring at it. They'd meant to find something to eat, not wear dinner and run through a restaurant's walls.

"That restaurant you ran through earlier…”She picked up the three pieces that had kept the droid operational, and pocketed them. "How'd the food look?"

"Other than the pasta."

 

[Auteme]

The Arbiter Xasha Callisto Faith Organa Alicio Organa ​

Once the introductions were finished, there was a brief pause. Despite the fact that they'd just introduced themselves, it took that moment of silence to remind Auteme who was in the room -- better yet, who wasn't. She thought, briefly, of Madelyn Lowe, and found that same pleasure in control that that woman seemed to seek. Auteme's smile brightened a half tone.

"Vella, would you care to speak about Affa's political scene?" she asked sweetly.

"Ah, sure," the woman said. "The biggest issue this election is obviously the droid factories. We were a respectable percentage of the Confederacy's production -- no Geonosis, but our numbers were solid. And, obviously, with the collapse there, the renegotiations and general loss of trade have put a lot of pressure on us. Obviously, you know, all the systemic problems come down when a recession hits. Didn't help that a lot of the plants are owned by Koorivar, who either sold or got bailed out, or just dropped wages and cut costs, all that. Money and power go hand in hand, though, so there's still a big section of Affa who think it's not the fault of the Koorivar."

"They've had to spend quite a lot of credits to keep their image even moderately respectable," Auteme pointed out.

"Yes, but they have the credits. With SILK, I mean -- we're lucky we were so close in the first place, otherwise we would've been snapped up in some Koorivar business deal with one megacorp or other." Morel frowned. "The profits made from Affa should go back into Affa. Otherwise we'll just have absolute corruption, like- Krytal," she said, voice dripping with disdain. "They're all bad, but he's the worst of them. Trying to steal the election -- I'd see him in jail, if it was up to me."

Auteme nodded. "I think you've picked out good key issues, though. Anti-corruption and supporting local industry -- they're the things that will affect your voters the most, get them out the most."

Her gaze went to the other coalition members at the table.

"We'll need to get creative with our publicity, I think -- likely focusing social media, trying to find ways to spread the message without direct advertising. Any thoughts?"

 

[Valery Noble]

Location: Affa
Appearance: Link
Outfit: Factory Link
Tag: <.< Open?

While many had traveled to Affa for political business and other important matters, Valery came to the world for something a little more personal. Her daughter was getting older and the Pram she had once gotten to keep her safe was no longer fitting, but she was still too young to just be left alone. Soon, she planned to take Kahlil Noble on a trip back to Onderon, where they would go into the facility where she was recovered from stasis, and this meant they needed extra care for their daughter.

They had a simple nursing droid but it was time for an upgrade, and what better planet to shop for a brand new nanny droid than Affa? With those thoughts in mind, she wandered through the streets of the city, looking for one of many Cybot Galactica shops it had.

Would it be appropriate to give it weapons? Valery wondered as a result of her protective nature, Nah, he'd kill me if I came home with an armed nanny droid.

She chuckled softly to herself and finally spotted the shop she had marked on her map. They sold all kinds of droids there, but mostly protocol droids and extra parts to repair them, in case they sustained damage.

"Good afternoon, I'm Valery Noble — I called earlier to have a custom nanny droid built?" Valery asked with a polite smile as she stepped up to the droid behind the counter.

It looked up at Valery in response and greeted her by bringing both its hands up, "Ah splendid, you have come to the right address, Miss. We are one of the largest manufacturers in the Galaxy, with over 6000 models of protocol droids and-"

"That's great," Valery said with a smile to interrupt its rambling, "Would you mind showing me the options for a nanny droid? Thank you."

 

[The Arbiter]

Objective II: People Over Profits
Tags: Xasha Callisto Faith Organa Alicio Organa Open (+FAC Members)​

"You can refer to me as the Arbiter, representative of Lujo and General of the Lujian Fleet." She nodded in introduction.

She listened as Vella shared her perspective on the situation. Everything seemed to about what they had heard previously, which was good. As Auteme began to process their strategy, she nodded in agreement, "It seems the Corporatists are launching a significant media push, however it is producing mixed results. They are on the defensive, trying to recover from a political blow. We must be on the offensive and maintain the media pressure until the last moments of this election." She looked around at those present and those attending via holo transmission, "Planetary prosperity and control over your own destiny should be a significant theme for us from what you have shared. I would advise that we provide real-life examples of what it looks like when outside interests take over a planetary economy long term… most of the wealth ends up going into the pockets of off-worlders who are not motivated by the needs of the population, but instead concerned primarily with their own exploitation of the planets resources."

She paused, looking intently at Vella for a moment, "And while I understand you wanting justice, might I advise against any move to expose Krytal, even if you are elected. Push too hard, and you might expose yourself to… harsher tactics." She of coarse was referring to what had happened with Tiresh Kobitana-Draellix . When those in power will do anything to stay in power, it is a tedious balance that must be achieved.

 

[Bernard]

Bernard turned to the droid, already thinking about what to do with the droid as he packed up the pouch and looped it back to his belt.

"Something you could get used to?"

He couldn't quite read what went through her thoughts from her tone.

"There's a lot about you I could get used to, I think," he said, glancing sideways to Ishida, and winked.

"Just don't use it as an excuse to further damage yourself."

The corner of his mouth raised into a smile, but he didn't say anything in reply.

He crouched down next to her, inspecting the droid. It really was quite elegantly designed, even if it was unintentionally deadly to organics prior to its final programming had been added.

"We should probably get this back to the plant, hm? Let that technician know about the damages and get on with our evening?"

"I'd been looking forward to going on a date with you that didn't somehow involve me getting hurt." While she picked up the parts the droid had lost, Bernard lifted the droid's torso up and laid it against his shoulders.

"That restaurant you ran through earlier… How'd the food look?

"Other than the pasta."

"I don't think they'll be serving anything for a while. Didn't look terrible, though," he said.

He wrapped an arm around the droid's head and used it for leverage as he stood up, lifting its body across his shoulders with a grunt.

"Force, it's like carrying a Wookiee," his voice reflected the strain the effort of transporting the droid entailed.

"After this, I think I'll b able to eat like one, too."

Ishida Ashina​

 

[Faith Organa]

She nodded her cousin was safe and had arrived in one piece accomplishing his mission. "Thank you Alicio"

Faith considered a few things, "Why not employ Holly Starstorm to interview some of the residents of the planets where outside influence has taken hold. She has a broad viewership and for some reason people trust her. Maybe she'd be interested she is viewed as neutral, and I think she was seen abouts."

She looked away for a moment, "Alicio, if you have any ideas, please do not be afraid speak them here you take as much risk as anyone in this room"

They definitely needed to keep the pressure on they needed to have someone who could speak about what happens that would give weight to anything they do. They needed something that made an impression.

tags: Auteme | The Arbiter | Xasha Callisto

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

PERFECTLY LEGAL
CORPORATIST BLOC HQ // AFFA

Seto Du Couteau

Tithe’s datapad refreshed as more polling numbers came in, this time from the housing blocks surrounding Affa’s largest droid factory. The residents had plenty of work in the factories assembling droids for dozens of Core-based companies. While living conditions were not to the Chancellor’s liking - far too much air population and contaminated drinking water for his liking - the factory owners ensured great work conditions, allowing the workers five hours for rest and recreation between their twenty hours shifts.

And to believe, the locals still had the gall to call for unionisation?

Tarth Krytal, the Corporatist’s pick for Senator of Affa, had played a vital role in suppressing the union movement on Affa through his ties to the local industrialist league. Imagine the drop in productivity if the factory had to close overnight, or the massive overheads if droids and automation had to be installed to fill the labour shortfall? Such fanciful dreams would signal the end of manufacturing on Affa, to be replaced with what, a service industry?

“Alas, our idealist colleagues had been reticent to take a, uhh, hint,” Tithe replied to Seto. The Free Alliance Coalition was proving incredibly troublesome as the Alliance pushed to the Galactic south to build the SILK Trade Route. Credits were flowing into the pockets of friendly megacorporations and senators, but not as quickly as expected. The handbrake on the prosperity of the Core had to be removed.

“Yes, a decisive win will go some way, but I fear even in victory, this nuisance will persist.” Tithe added, looking over at where Krytal was preparing for his next interview. The Koorivar business tycoon seemed to be cracking under the pressure, but all he needed was to get through tonight and victory would be there’s. “May I suggest a sojourn to Empress Teta,” the Chancellor proposed. “The Corporatist Bloc must be united and steadfast, are we to bring growth and opportunity to these unfortunate, unfortunate planets. It may prove fruitful to ensure our interests are aligned.”