L O S T
Darkness had set in quite some time ago, yet no light had been ignited within the Akoshissss complex currently owned by Kralossk. Since his appointment of Senator some years ago Trandosha had turned into quite the hive of political activity, at least it seemed to be the case whenever he was around to partake, and thus a necessary retreat had been constructed on Trandosha's barren moon. It held everything he required; a vast, covered greenhouse on the surface to provide a constant stream of fresh oxygen and produce for his willing workers, residential and working suites, and even a workshop down into the depths of the core. There was even a medical bay and science lab on site, to tend to any of his cybernetic needs.
There it was that he sat, silently glancing over a stack of datapads that had been shipped over to him a week ago. He had requested a full log of all the laws which had been passed through the Senate in the past century - no matter how minor they might have been - and he had some from further back already in his possession. There was no ulterior reason for his acquisition of them, they were merely duplicated copies, as easy to come by for any Republic politician as most any other document. Being a Dosha Mercenary prior to this post, he felt it entirely necessary to look back over the decisions that had been made for his people by the Republic Senate. It would help him, no doubt, in pressing forward.
While he had been sat there for hours, he found he still had not grown weary. The cybernetic ocular implants made it so that the darkness was no hindrance, and the steady supply of nutrients pushed into his system - due to his inability to digest considering the mouth incident - made it so that he needn't stop to eat. For all intents and purposes, this particular cyborg was currently working his droid-like state into overdrive, but there were no ill effects, at least none that he felt. Although somewhere in the back of his mind he realised that he was growing weary with fatigue. Perhaps a few more hours, and then he could retire to bed. The next day he knew he would have to venture away from Trandosha on a hunt, before circling back to the Senate. Such was his life, these days, balancing so much work.
Pulling out a bill from the recent-past, Kralossk began to peer over the text which presented itself upon the dull, ageing screen. Flicking his gaze down over it, he read through the several revisions, saw how each changed as more voices piqued in interest. It was a wonder that anything was ever finalized, given just how many voices the Senate held, but that was beside the point. The Secure & Stable Alliance Act was the first to be noted, yet the name changed and the bill passed through several hands. Lessening the power of the Chancellor, extensive background checks for Senators and guests, removal of Jedi from the equation, removal of Force Users from the equation, removal of Force Users from higher positions than Senator... Interesting.
The Secular Administration Act seemed to be the final incarnation, so far as Kralossk could tell. And it even seemed as though it remained in effect. Perhaps this was something worth looking into further, it couldn't hurt after all. The points made in the write-up seemed valid. The more he dug, into not only the Acts themselves but also the transcript of the Senate Discussion, the further invested he became. Before he knew it hours had ticked by, and a knock resounded at his door. "M'Lord Kralossk," came the meek voice of one of his workers, a human boy who was still learning the Trandoshan way of life, who proceeded to push open the door and stare at the sleepless Dosha. "Kralossk will do" came the metallic response, before he turned his head towards him. "What is it?" He inquired, glowing eyes boring into the boy. "It's nearly dawn, Sir, your ship is ready for you..."
So much for a good nights sleep, it looked as if he would be hunting without this time. No matter, there would always be a chance to nap before he hit the world in question, and most definitely before he reached the Senate in a weeks time. Still there was the nagging urge to continue with his study, which was amusing considering how much he usually loathed the bureaucratic side of his position. Rising from the desk he tossed the few datapads containing the bills in question into his supply bag. With nary more than a nod towards the boy he strode from the room, tapping into the integrated commlink as he went. He needed a second set of eyes on this one. One persons understanding was not enough, after all.
There it was that he sat, silently glancing over a stack of datapads that had been shipped over to him a week ago. He had requested a full log of all the laws which had been passed through the Senate in the past century - no matter how minor they might have been - and he had some from further back already in his possession. There was no ulterior reason for his acquisition of them, they were merely duplicated copies, as easy to come by for any Republic politician as most any other document. Being a Dosha Mercenary prior to this post, he felt it entirely necessary to look back over the decisions that had been made for his people by the Republic Senate. It would help him, no doubt, in pressing forward.
While he had been sat there for hours, he found he still had not grown weary. The cybernetic ocular implants made it so that the darkness was no hindrance, and the steady supply of nutrients pushed into his system - due to his inability to digest considering the mouth incident - made it so that he needn't stop to eat. For all intents and purposes, this particular cyborg was currently working his droid-like state into overdrive, but there were no ill effects, at least none that he felt. Although somewhere in the back of his mind he realised that he was growing weary with fatigue. Perhaps a few more hours, and then he could retire to bed. The next day he knew he would have to venture away from Trandosha on a hunt, before circling back to the Senate. Such was his life, these days, balancing so much work.
Pulling out a bill from the recent-past, Kralossk began to peer over the text which presented itself upon the dull, ageing screen. Flicking his gaze down over it, he read through the several revisions, saw how each changed as more voices piqued in interest. It was a wonder that anything was ever finalized, given just how many voices the Senate held, but that was beside the point. The Secure & Stable Alliance Act was the first to be noted, yet the name changed and the bill passed through several hands. Lessening the power of the Chancellor, extensive background checks for Senators and guests, removal of Jedi from the equation, removal of Force Users from the equation, removal of Force Users from higher positions than Senator... Interesting.
The Secular Administration Act seemed to be the final incarnation, so far as Kralossk could tell. And it even seemed as though it remained in effect. Perhaps this was something worth looking into further, it couldn't hurt after all. The points made in the write-up seemed valid. The more he dug, into not only the Acts themselves but also the transcript of the Senate Discussion, the further invested he became. Before he knew it hours had ticked by, and a knock resounded at his door. "M'Lord Kralossk," came the meek voice of one of his workers, a human boy who was still learning the Trandoshan way of life, who proceeded to push open the door and stare at the sleepless Dosha. "Kralossk will do" came the metallic response, before he turned his head towards him. "What is it?" He inquired, glowing eyes boring into the boy. "It's nearly dawn, Sir, your ship is ready for you..."
So much for a good nights sleep, it looked as if he would be hunting without this time. No matter, there would always be a chance to nap before he hit the world in question, and most definitely before he reached the Senate in a weeks time. Still there was the nagging urge to continue with his study, which was amusing considering how much he usually loathed the bureaucratic side of his position. Rising from the desk he tossed the few datapads containing the bills in question into his supply bag. With nary more than a nod towards the boy he strode from the room, tapping into the integrated commlink as he went. He needed a second set of eyes on this one. One persons understanding was not enough, after all.
