"Fresia thanks you for your recognition, Chancellor," Novak responded gingerly with a bright smile. "Most of you do not know me, as I have recently been elected to this position, and I will not waste time to bore you with the details surrounding that transition. However, I am glad to give you highlights because they are supremely relevant to these proceedings."
His smile faded and he took a breath, allowing the rotunda to take in his words. He was addressing not simply the people of Fresia, but the representatives of the entire Galactic Alliance. The daunting nature of this discourse was a weight on any man's shoulders.
"I ran on the platform of advocacy for displaced refugees. Fresia suffers from constant tidal calamities born of a wildly erratic lunar cycle. With Seven moons, this is hardly something we have been able to do anything but adapt to- albeit very inconveniently, and often without warning.
You would think that with our rich history, this issue would have been solved at some point. While the necessary steps have been taken, the problem remains. I have placed tentative economic sanctions on the Incom Corporation. Their exploitation of our refugees has categorically led to unfair wages, unhealthy living situations, and an abysmal quality of life. This is not the Fresia I love, nor the one where I want to raise my children. I would not want to leave this Fresia to the next generation; and so I ask you, good men and women of the Alliance..."
Rafiq turned from the Chancellor to face the rest of the representatives gathered.
"...are the actions of a man vested with the power to represent his people juxtaposed against the actions of his personal assets intended to further his own designs something that this Alliance is poised to tolerate? Corruption seems to have become inevitable in this Galaxy, and so I cannot fault any of you who have, at times, fallen prey to the talons of the Corporate scavengers who would pick at the bones of our Democracy."
He paused for emphasis. After several breaths, the ideologue adopted a booming voice and called them to witness him.
"But we have an opportunity, esteemed colleagues. Before us lies a rare situation, and several paths to choose from. We can confront corruption where it has exposed itself, and summarily remove it before it is allowed to spread further, or we can remain silent. I implore you to make the right decision. For if we do not, what moral basis do we have for waging a war against the Sith?
Evil thrives where good men say nothing.
Be the change you wish to see in this Galaxy. Excise corruption. Give the people of Byss justice, give Xa'Fel back the power that has been taken from it unwittingly. Do right by your constituents.
I move that this matter be referred to the Rules Committee for a swift resolution.
This is the humble request of a public servant. With that, Fresia yields the floor. Thank you, Madam Chancellor."
Rafiq bowed at the waist as his pod moved back toward its dormant space.
Adhira Chandra | Aerarii Tithe
@GA PEEPS
His smile faded and he took a breath, allowing the rotunda to take in his words. He was addressing not simply the people of Fresia, but the representatives of the entire Galactic Alliance. The daunting nature of this discourse was a weight on any man's shoulders.
"I ran on the platform of advocacy for displaced refugees. Fresia suffers from constant tidal calamities born of a wildly erratic lunar cycle. With Seven moons, this is hardly something we have been able to do anything but adapt to- albeit very inconveniently, and often without warning.
You would think that with our rich history, this issue would have been solved at some point. While the necessary steps have been taken, the problem remains. I have placed tentative economic sanctions on the Incom Corporation. Their exploitation of our refugees has categorically led to unfair wages, unhealthy living situations, and an abysmal quality of life. This is not the Fresia I love, nor the one where I want to raise my children. I would not want to leave this Fresia to the next generation; and so I ask you, good men and women of the Alliance..."
Rafiq turned from the Chancellor to face the rest of the representatives gathered.
"...are the actions of a man vested with the power to represent his people juxtaposed against the actions of his personal assets intended to further his own designs something that this Alliance is poised to tolerate? Corruption seems to have become inevitable in this Galaxy, and so I cannot fault any of you who have, at times, fallen prey to the talons of the Corporate scavengers who would pick at the bones of our Democracy."
He paused for emphasis. After several breaths, the ideologue adopted a booming voice and called them to witness him.
"But we have an opportunity, esteemed colleagues. Before us lies a rare situation, and several paths to choose from. We can confront corruption where it has exposed itself, and summarily remove it before it is allowed to spread further, or we can remain silent. I implore you to make the right decision. For if we do not, what moral basis do we have for waging a war against the Sith?
Evil thrives where good men say nothing.
Be the change you wish to see in this Galaxy. Excise corruption. Give the people of Byss justice, give Xa'Fel back the power that has been taken from it unwittingly. Do right by your constituents.
I move that this matter be referred to the Rules Committee for a swift resolution.
This is the humble request of a public servant. With that, Fresia yields the floor. Thank you, Madam Chancellor."
Rafiq bowed at the waist as his pod moved back toward its dormant space.
Adhira Chandra | Aerarii Tithe
@GA PEEPS
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