The Spacepiress of Chaos
The Deep Core is a small region of the galaxy that hid unusual worlds and was home to thousands of the oldest stars in the known Galaxy. It was home to some of the oldest known societies that had risen and fallen and risen again or had given rise to others that remained such as the Jedi. Within this dense cluster of Stars was its greatest strength, the unusual worlds that were hidden within and protected by the simple fact that travel was difficult at best. There had been a time when Byss served as the secret Capital to Palpatine's Empire, and even Prakith and Koros Major had held significant sway and Sith power bases in their time. Still, among the most important planets in the region was Tython, home of the ancient Jedaii Order that was now home to the New Jedi Order that protected the Galactic Alliance.
This region held a great many secrets, and it was time for one more to be added to that list. The woman sat quietly in the private residence on Keera Major, a location that she called home whenever she was away from Coruscant or not assisting the Hapes Cluster. Here she could take the proper time to relax and focus on other issues, and it seemed that one such issue had already begun to arise within the Galactic Alliance. There had been, for some time now, whispers of Corruption and Secession and their supporters that held sway and power in the Federal Assembly. The corruption was a charge that was easy to investigate and something that would be left to the capable hands of the Strategic Intelligence Agency; the talk of secession was a fool's dream, held tightly in the minds of those who sought more power for themselves rather than join others in facing a threat.
However, even the dreams of fools could come true, and the support that it seemingly garnered was enough to keep an eye on any such formal movement that might arise. The woman had already begun to take matters into her own hands in dealing with such measures, though she also understood that she would need others of like mind or at the very least, those willing to ensure that the Galactic Alliance would have a future; and in the event it fell, providing the means for a successor to rise in the Deep Core when the time was right. That was what this meeting was for, and there had been two individuals that she had already in mind when it came to a potential future endeavor.
Amelia sat quietly in her seat, the songsteel book resting before her on the desk as her fingers gently brushed over the cover. It was this day that she hoped she could set her plan in motion, one that would ensure that there could be a future for this region of space rather than slipping back into the past and falling to some Sith scheme. She understood that there was a need to ensure that the Galactic Alliance had some power, some means to take action without it being bogged down in the Federal Assembly or strangled by those who sought to call for the Alliance to take action, only to turn once more and prevent the very same body from taking action. She hoped that the Sword and Shield of the Jedi would feel the same way.
