ELECTIONS!

[Ashin Varanin]

So we're going to do something fun. Because we've always been all about freedom and letting our decision-making include whoever has good ideas.

The political structure of Fringe is basically High Council > Advisory Council > Planetary Governments, which some special individuals serving as both planetary governors and members of the Councils. The Advisory Council is all NPC and all elected. The High Council is currently me, @[member="Sargon Vynea"], @[member="Lucien Cordel"], @[member="Spencer Jacobs"], and @[member="Jared Ovmar"].

We're going to run an election for seats in the High Council. This is an IC thing - nobody's losing or immediately gaining faction admin status, though doing a good job as an IC leader would probably lead to being made a faction admin.

HOW THE ELECTION WORKS

Today's Monday. On Thursday, I'll announce when we'll start voting. Until then...give us your IC campaign speeches, right here in this thread. Tell the people of the Fringe Confederation what you've done and why you'd make a good member of the High Council.

When the time comes, this Thursday, I'll tell you who to PM your votes to. DO NOT VOTE NOW lol.

Here's how the vote will work. You will vote for THREE people. Your PRIMARY pick will get three points, your SECONDARY pick will get two points, and your TERTIARY pick will get one point. When you PM your votes in, please write it something like this:

PRIMARY: Tefka (3 points)
SECONDARY: Daella Apparine (2 points)
TERTIARY: Diana Moridena (1 point)

The High Council has six seats.

I'm not running, at least not as Ashin; neither is Spencer or Sargon. ALL faction members are eligible. Campaign speeches. Annd go!

 

[Isar]

A yellow eye was all that could be seen on the hologram as it flickered to life. The eye was enormous, with a long, slitted pupil. A voice like thunder rocked the room as it issued forth, impossibly deep. A mental pressure oozed from the Force, raising fervor in the hearts of those who heard the voice.

"Lords of the Fringe... you do not wish a lulling speech filled with promises that will be unkept. You do not wish for the weakness of a political schemer, too concerned with diplomatic ties to give action. I will make no such speech."

The walls trembled with the power of the dragon's hissing rumble.

"Your simplicity in peace has long ended when we fought Atrisians and Omegans. Under my domain we shall cross the Hyperlanes and bring the mighty 'civilizations' to their knees. From them we will rend our glory and our fame; and our holds will grow fat with the plunder of the stars."

The eye loomed closer.

"I am Faenrovon."

The hologram switched off.

 

[Shinju]

Shinju looked around as she stood there and smiled. "Alright so you all know who I am, you all know my reputation but since I have some to the Fringe there has been much we have all done together. I helped repel the attack by the Omega Protectorate with our people at the latest. I covered the generator room and was wounded in combat while standing next to Dharma Vessia and Eldoc, the war with Omega has made it hard to care for my children but I did it for you the people of this great group. We are all a people."

A smile played on her lips and Shinju brushed her suit off while touching the podium. "Now I could stand here and tell you all about my record and what else we have done, the fireworms we fought against with Rave Merrill to best protect and aid you all, the rebel incursions where they tried to harm one of our fortresses and we all went in to stop them. The wise and powerful Yun-Harla leading the way with our resident dragon who has proven a friend and ally. The war on Valen where we bravely fought to protect and help the people."

"Our war to bring the downfall of the dangerous Impervium to fight against their entechment, the dangerous Atrisian's that through hard work and effort were brought in line thanks to the leadership of the commander. It was with her help and council that the subjects of Rakata Beta came to heel under me and my bride the Wrathful one, despite our appetites we have stayed on our world and only used the premium choice of meats created on Soledad. My homeworld."

"With Teryn drones the reformed Infinite empire does not need to raid worlds that have been outside the Fringe space, no more do innocent people have to fear my tender mercies unless of course your commit crimes then it matters not. Because I have a certain set of skills designed to deal with you and make sure you understand the error in what you have done."

Her face showed a smirk and flawlessly white teeth while she spoke more. "If you elect me to the high council I shall look towards your interests and your needs. The protection of the Fringer's people against the dangers of the unknown regions and the enemies who wish to see us cast down and destroyed. With the crumbling of the sith empire and the coming war against the CIS we will need strong leadership and people ready to fight. We will need a group of people ready to make the decisions to protect you."

"So on election day, vote her me Shinju and I'll make sure we move forward."

 

[Onrai]

A soft smile crossed her face as Circe Savan prepared to give her campaign speech. "Well... You likely know who I am. You also have probably heard of the things people have said of me. Some are true, but many are not. Thus, since I'm running for a position on the Fringe's High Council, the Empire having been consumed by the alliance of the Republic, Fel Imperium, and Mandalorians, I'd like to lay my cards out on the table."

Standing up, the Vinithi walked over to a hologram machine, which initialized as she stepped towards them. The holograms that appeared were of specific spacecraft made by Iron Crown productions itself. "The Lanyard-class Supercarrier. The Tempest-class Light Bomber. The Detryte-class Heavy Bomber. All of these products were designed by me and my staff, though they were produced by Iron Crown. With the fall of the Empire, all Subach products, of the highest caliber, are being brought over to the Fringe. Every fighter type, every capital ship type... all of them are being added to the menagerie of warships the Fringe utilizes."

"You see, the Fringe is currently the greatest place in the galaxy. Here, we have the capability to do anything. We can practice our Force beliefs and not be persecuted. We can conquer ancient alien empires, unearth esoteric treasures of species long dead. We can even change the way the universe behaves, either through technology, or through the use of the Force. The liberty is something many people certainly lack in this galaxy."

"The threats against us are clear. The Omega Protectorate, a stagnant, crumbling beasts built on lies and secrecy, still has fight left against us. The Atrisians, while in an uneasy peace with us for the moment, certainly desire to retailate for the assault on Atrisia. And the Fel Imperium, worst of all these offenders, desires nothing more than to exterminate an entire class of Force user, going so far as to not even call them a sentient being anymore. They will likely attempt to act towards us, considering that I and many others in the Sith lean towards the darker tendencies of the Force."

"For us to be prepared, we must be ready militarily. Having the most advanced technology available to us is critical to defending our galactic power from those who would do us harm. Numerically superior forces can be defeated by a smaller group of technologically superior warships. To allow for the construction of such warships, however, we must focus on building up our economy. Mining, resource acquisition, and the accruing of valuable metals that serve as a balance for our finances are critical to keeping our economy stable and allowing for the growth of our gross domestic product."

"I intend to strongly support social reform. No one in Fringe should be persecuted, lawfully or unlawfully, for their religious or Force affiliation beliefs. As well, though, there are certain actions, certain crimes against sentients, that should be persecuted."

"Social justice, economic growth, and technological advancement are all key parts of my plan as a High council member. Vote Circe. Help the Fringe through these trying times."

 

[Kitt Solo]

"Who wants some pie, anyone want some pie? I'm sure you're all hungry after those rousing speeches."

Balancing a serving tray on her shoulder, she dished out plates of the Southern Corellian apple cinnamon, freshly baked pie - her mother's recipe. Satisfied that everyone was getting some or had access to some, she set the tray down. Dressed in a casual shirt sporting grease stains from earlier work in the hanger, she let her hands fall casually to her hips, bright, myrtle-ellipses surveying the crowd.

“I’m running for high council for one reason and one reason only: to capture and collect the bounty on Mikhail Shorn. That’s two-million credits this group can use, not to mention the badass reputation it would give us. Once that sexy, blue-eyed sith is captured, I would step down from the council position, immediately.”

She waited a beat to make sure they knew she was serious.

“Thank you for your time.”

Fin.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

(I have been Informed that I still hold a position on the council Do not Vote for me I just wanted to make a speech)
Lucien had not yet entered the auditorium He was still aboard his yacht "Preparing". By preparing that meant of course scouring colour charts for the correct Cravat colour, whilst a servant polished his shoes. He had been here some time ... at least an hour. He stood up finally selecting a crimson cravat. A servant tied it for him, then he put on his coat and entered the building flanked on either side by well dressed guards. His footsteps echoed through the room as he passed up the centre aisle to the podium. He stepped on to and his gaurds took up position in front of him.

"My friends, I am not going to stand here and attempt to intimidate you with Long winded speeches nor will I attempt to buy your loyalty. Nor will I be extolling my virtues to you, to claim I am superior to any of you would be an insult" He neglected to mention that the insult would only come because it was so clearly true in most cases. He let his words hang in the air for a time. "I come only to tell you about my self and make a request of you when I arrived in the fringe I arrived as a battered and disgraced politician and yet I stand before you now as the administrator of two worlds and last term I served as a member of the high council, I am a testament to what we have created. Just last week we showed just what we have become, the galaxy thought us savage and insignificant. With a gesture we blew that name away. I ask that you allow me to continue to play a guiding role in our continued growth to continue the legacy that we ... you have all created" Lucien gave a short bow and left the podium.

 

[Velok the Younger]

OOC/ With the understanding that Ashin won't be running for a council seat, and that Rave is running on her IC merits same as anyone else, I'm going to make a speech also.

IC/

"People of the Fringe, I'm Rave Merrill," said an unassuming girl. "Some call me unqualified, but I have the memories of an old woman, a leader. Many don't know who I am, and at the risk of sounding vainglorious, I'll tell you. I defeated an Exarch of Omega Pyre at Kayri, I created the fortifications of Yalara, I made the greatest war machines in the Fringe and Sith Empire arsenals, I led the charge against the Rebel Alliance at Tar Mordren, I broke the Blazing Chain at Taloraan, and most of your greatest warriors carry blades forged at my direction.

"I've bled to give your worlds the chance to connect with the galaxy, to lead you by the hand out of the Dark Age. I will bleed for you again, alongside the best of us.

"But bloodshed is not the only measure of commitment. I will continue to work for you, installing HALCYON mass transit systems -- space trains -- across every world of the Confederation. Cheap, reliable interstellar transportation will make you free to move, free to act, free to grow wealthy, free to escape your enemies or strike at them, united.

"I will continue to pursue the best technologies, the best advantages, but commitment is more than toys. What use is a leader who sits back and doles out rewards to good children? When I give a gift, it's a useful gift, and when I give it I teach my friend how to use it. I am one of the galaxy's foremost alchemists, and I will share that knowledge, making the Fringe the galaxy's top repository of alchemical expertise in cooperation with Valik, Val'Ryss Zankarr, Vilox Pazela, and the hidden Dark Forge itself. The secrets of centuries? I'll give them to you, as few others can.

"Thank you."

 

[Valik]

Warren Valik was not running for any seats, perhaps he would be if he cared for political power, but he didn't. In fact, most of what he cared for was biological, technological, alchemical, and looking through all of the candidates . . . one of them had what he wanted. So he wrote his local spellweaver a letter.

From: Wicket Veeshorn
To: @[member="Rave Merrill"]
Subject: Election

I heard through the new that you're running for office. I can't say I particularly care for politics myself, but I do care for very specific items that can be hard to obtain on the open market. So, I'm going to cut you a deal. My vote alone won't do much, but provided you could see through the pseudonym you should know I'm a technological wizard, and can swing out more than a few votes that way. So, I'll campaign for you in various avenues and ways that can't be traced back to you, and in return I'd like one of those failed Akure-class ships I heard you made with an old Whiphid we have mutual acquaintance with. Deal?

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Anders walked up to the podium stuffing his face with @[member="Kitt Solo"]'s pie. "Has. . . has everyone had a piece? Seriously, Kitt, this pie is amazing! Make sure you get y-eheh."

Coughing and tossing the empty plate behind him with all the care of an Acklay in a stampede, Anders straightened his smartest looking jacket. "We all know what makes the Fringe great. We've got a host of the Galaxy's best warriors, tacticians and fighters and a lot of firepower. All that? Totally covered.

But who takes care of the fighters, warriors and moon shattering powerhouses? Someone on the Council should be more concerned with helping every one of you heal and function better. So, ah, yeah! You guys do the pow! Pew! Buddabuddabudda kaPOW! Keerrrrrsplaaaat!" Anders acted out every sound, then rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'll handle the bandaids, and ah, the after parties." With a big grin, Anders did a double thumbs up and stepped down from the stage.

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Valik"]
To: W.V.
From: Office of Rave Merrill for High Council, Annaj District Office
Dear Contributor,
Thank you for your donation to the Rave Merrill for High Council Election Fund. Like all our contributors, your donation means the world to us. Please accept these complimentary tickets to the awards night gala, and this signed business card from the candidate. You are a valued member of the team!
Signed,
I.O.U. Akure
Campaign Director

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Anders Sivas"]

She made a note to make this Anders kid a special pie for the next after party.

Done and done.

 

[Bundori]

"I am the great and cute Bundori and if you pick me for the council you the peoples of the Fringe shall have free cookie's daily and MILK...... Fresh blue Milk always and candy. We will hve candy and there will be love. So vote for me people's of the Fringe and lets make a brand new day of fun and excitement."

 

[Dissero]

"You may wish to see this," Mahet arrived in a dark and dreary underground chamber at an undisclosed location to a soot-covered, shirtless, sweat-slicked Lord Dissero wielding a striking hammer and a set of forge tongs. Pinched in their grasp was a carefully hammered metal cube, glowing from the heat of the forge. The man looked up from his work, brushing a bandaged arm over his forehead, and blinked at the Noghri.

"What?!" he hollered over the roar of the flames.
Bemused, Mahet waved a hand towards the forge and swung the seal shut with a rare display of his own Force powers. The chamber fell into a heavy quiet, the roar dulled behind the heavy durasteel plating.

"The Campaign has gone live on Confederation news. I implore you to take a break and... entertain Miss Inirial with your company in front of the holoscreen."
"Holocrons don't make themselves, Mahet."
"And well-informed outlaws don't learn through osmosis."
Dissero sniffed at a drop of sweat on the tip of his nose, considered this and nodded with a shrug.

Opening the pincers, Dissero lifted the metal cube into the air and took it up with his bare hands. The searing heat transferred to his skin where the energy boiled in his grasp, smoldered for a moment as he enclosed it in his fingers, and through ample use of Tutaminis was soon cool to the touch. He followed the Noghri out of the workshop and up a set of stairs, into an open foyer and then through the doorway of the lounge where @[member="Carré Inirial"] was currently already watching the broadcast.

Infinitely aware of his stench, the sweaty, sooty, brawny man kept his distance and came to a stand a few feet within the doorway to watch.

There was the dragon first, which drew a curious gaze from him as he listened. Then Shinju, a woman he had heard a great deal about but never had the pleasure of meeting face to face. Circe Savan engendered a faint smile and Kitt or "Widgets" as he called her caused the man to stroke at the beard once again forming on his chin. Then of course there was Lucien, much to be expected, and Rave - a woman he was quite certain he should make a point to meet and have a long chat with. She would prove infinitely helpful in the progression of his projects. At this point he became lost in thought, turning that metal cube in his hand.

"How many other Councils in the galaxy do you suppose have a dragon, a cannibal, and an alchemist serving on them?" he pondered aloud.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/20443-election-night-party-fringekiskla/

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

As a late entry Meret Blackmoon approached the dais. She made eye contact with those close to the stage.
“My parents were both in the diplomatic corps so I followed suit. I was home schooled and went on my first humanitarian expedition when I was twelve years of age. I have witnessed destruction, disease, and atrocities caused by war. I have no love for the Empire nor the Republic. I am apolitical and want to transcend hate, revenge and corruption. My home is Naboo; my spirit is Kiffar… Do you play a musical instrument or play cards? Do you know what a riff is? In music it is a short often repeated series of notes that forms a distinctive part of the accompaniment. It is a distinctive way of treating a situation. In cards it is taking a trick by playing a trump. It can be a visible ban of agitated water. And here’s the rub. The Empire and the Republic are both interested in Endor for its resources. I cannot show you my credentials in Energy Engineering and Power Technology but I can create a riff where the Empire and the Republic are paying phenomenal fees to harvest Endor’s natural gas. And we will profit! A very wise Prince taught the power of oppression. People are childlike; tyrannize them. Don’t seek love; if they love you, you have lost control. This kind of power uses up your source of energy. The people around you hate you. An advance form of power is a power of balance. The enemy has something you want. You have something the enemy wants. An exchange is made and the winner is the one who gives up the least. The most seductive enemy practices a balance of power strategy. He seduces you by small wins, partial information, and carefully metered emotional responses. One minute he is giving and the next minute he is with holding. You trade back and forth feeding off of the other’s uncertainty. Negotiation is important because it redistributes possessions and reduces the losses from battle. Fear based power makes people act according to your wishes for the short run. Only love makes them do things in the long run. A Princess, or saint has one war strategy and that is one of love. To combine love and war requires a different understanding of love. A soldier will fight to the end for his lover, family, or faction. To fight from a position of love is to achieve a decisive triumph. The Fringe needs my unorthodox approach to governing…”