Populate [RNR & Allies] Trifecta || RNR Populate of Stewjon

[Kalantha]

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If there is any lesson to be learned from the past four years, it’s that the people of the Outer Rim are strongest when they work together.

Stronger than pirates or slavers. Stronger than Imperial warlords or Sith raiders. Stronger, even, than the Core. All it takes is a little compassion, tolerance, and a willingness to do better and be greater than those who stand against the light. The powers that be have worked tirelessly, often in conjunction, to see that the needs of the people are met.

To celebrate this brotherhood and to enter an era of unprecedented prosperity for the Outer Rim, the people of Naboo are hosting a diplomatic summit in Theed. Among the invitees are the Royal Assembly, Foundation leadership, and representatives from the Confederate Parliament. Each of these three nations are unique in their respective territories, societies, and origins, yet they share a common interest: freedom for all who live in the Southern Systems.

Today, these leaders convene to discuss a diplomatic solution for the increasing refugee crisis that each nation faces. Entire migrant fleets arrive every day as people flee from their oppressors, be they the Sith Lords or the Alliance bureaucracy. Knitting a safety net for these lives is the goal, but whispers from all three nations call for a deeper level of commitment. Something more than a humanitarian mission.

They call for a Southern Systems Alliance.

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Before her, Queen Kalantha of Naboo saw the faces of hundreds of leaders. They were senators, ambassadors, military commanders, and Jedi leaders. So many different paths, yet each of them converged in this very room at this very moment. It was exhilarating.

Her heart pounded so hard that Kalantha believed it would burst from her chest before the entire assembly, but she closed her eyes and focused her mind. When she opened them again, she felt ready. She held the Royal Naboo Staff in her right hand and tapped it three times against the marble floor, attracting the attention of those gathered before her.

“It is an honor,” she began, “for Naboo to host this most important meeting. The Republic is likewise honored to welcome President Keldra and Mother Askani to Theed. The presence of not only yourselves, but of the esteemed delegates that represent your nations, is an incredible sign of what is to come.”

The Queen allowed a moment for the crowd to respond before speaking again, keeping her stride.

“Our primary objective today is to establish a means of receiving, supporting, and ultimately nationalizing the refugees who come in search of sanctuary within our borders. Efforts have been made to achieve this feat by each nation individually, but a united front upheld by us all is the ultimate goal.”

“I yield the floor to whoever wishes to speak first on these matters.”

Kalantha lowered herself into a seat in her senatorial pod, which slowly gravitated back to the open space where it came from. Typically, the Queen addressed the Royal Assembly from a central pod, but as each delegate here was standing on equal ground, so too was she. Her head might be adorned with a regal headpiece denoting her status, but in this moment, Kalantha’s voice was no greater than any other.

Threads referenced:
Bright Tide Rising | Tying a Golden Knot
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[Judah Dashiell]

The place was packed.

It was rare to have so many different priorities in one place. Judah was used to competing priorities with the corporate world - the Corporate Interest Guild often held meetings with all sorts of business owners or CEOs who had their own agenda but that was different than a government. Companies were united under the goal of making credits and expanding a business empire. Governments wanted credits but they also wanted more ; more territory in the galaxy, more economic control, more military control. All of that coming together today under the guise of assisting refugees.

It was going to be interesting to see what government pushed back first and refused to allow a certain group or religion inside their borders. With the collapse of two recent governments, there would be more jockeying for position. More posturing.

Yet for now he was here to represent Dashiell Incorporated and their recent venture ; Dashiell Relief Fund. His son Makai had his own venture ; ArcDash Foundation, but it was less broad than what he and Balun were focused on. True refugee support. Assisting in underserved communities. Foodstuff distribution.

As he sat quietly, he pondered on reaching out to Danger Arceneau to see if she would be so kind to allow use of strategic warehouses at a discount for the venture. The Trade Queen had her own charitable foundation but perhaps there was wiggle room in her fast infrastructure. Maybe the next time he saw her, probably wasn't prudent to text when he was supposed to be paying attention.

The Queen of Naboo, or who he thought was the Queen, finished her speech. Judah held off on stating anything. First, he was just a corporation. His role was to merely assist. Not take over. Second, he wanted to hear more. See what the governmental plans were. It was important not only for DRF but also for business ventures.

If they were at each other's throats immediately, caution would prevail on establishing long term facilities.

TAGS : OPEN

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[AG-137]

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The Political Triad
Green Dialogue - Sentapoth Findos [TC]
Orange Dialogue - Gach Gnut [RNR]
Blue Dialogue - AG-137 [TF]​

San Can-e positioned himself towards the rear of the Royal Assembly as Queen Kalantha of the Royal Naboo Republic began the proceedings with a formal introduction ceremony. Amidst the insightful discourse promoting unity among the Foundation, the Confederacy, and the Royal Naboo, he found a moment to contemplate the significance of his presence.​

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Once a factory worker, then a Trade Federation driver, and now a diplomat, he had been afforded a platform to confront his former oppressors. His mission was to advocate for freedom throughout the galaxy, not through armed conflict, but within the marketplaces, hidden alleys, the criminal underbelly, workshops, and even the boardrooms of megacorporations driven solely by avarice and financial manipulation.​

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Although he was not present during the Foundation's victory over the Dark Empire or the fierce invasion by the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders, he recognized the necessity of collaboration. It was clear that they could not succeed in isolation; an alliance of diverse factions was essential, even with those with whom they had fundamental disagreements.​

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Among these individuals was Governor Sentapoth Findos from the Confederacy's planet of Abrion Major, alongside Representative Gach Gnut from the Royal Naboo world of Umgul. Each had their own agendas, yet they established a strategic partnership with him to advance their respective ideals, collectively identifying themselves as the Political Triad.​

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"I do not see a lot of opportunities for credits to be made, the Confederacy isn't a charitable organization and I hope that President Keldra understands this fact when negotiating an agreement." The Neimoidian expressed his viewpoint alongside him, indicating a lack of motivation to endorse cross-collaboration without financial benefits for the Trade Federation of Planets nor the rest of the corporate backers of the revitalized Confederacy.​

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"I'm much more concerned with refugees pouring into Umgul, they will ruin the buffet tables and drive away customers at my casinos." Senator Oryth said savoring a piece of bantha steak in the seat allocated to them, reflecting on the implications of this situation. Umgul, being a gambling-centric world, stood to suffer considerable losses if it were to accommodate a surge of less affluent clientele.​

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"We must recognize that these people did not choose to become refugees nor have their homes destroyed by Imperial oppression or the onslaught of the Sith Empire as they march against the Galactic Alliance. There is a chance to provide shelter, food, and employment underneath the umbrella of the Southern Systems Alliance. " The Tarsunt responded to these criticisms with a soft expression wanting to remind his two associates that these people weren't given a choice and that they had an obligation to provide for them until they got back on their feet.​

Kalantha Judah Dashiell ​

 

[Pinda Solthar]

BROADCASTING LIVE...

The holofeed opens with a breathtaking aerial view of Theed, its elegant ivory domes and cascading waterfalls bathed in golden light. The city is alive with diplomats, dignitaries, and spectators gathered for what could be a historic turning point for the Southern Systems. The screen transitions to an outdoor broadcast pavilion set against the backdrop of the Royal Palace. Pinda Solthar sits at a sleek, modern news desk, her ever-present antiox mask reflecting the soft Naboo sunlight. Seated beside her is Blakely Moore , editor and publisher of The Herald, the premier broadcasting periodical of the Royal Naboo Republic. The 360° Around the Galaxy insignia hovers in the corner of the screen.

Her voice carries both gravity and enthusiasm as she welcomes the audience.

"Good evening from the heart of Theed, where the Southern Systems Summit is now underway—an unprecedented gathering of leaders from the Royal Assembly, the Foundation, and the Confederate Parliament. Their mission? To find a diplomatic solution to the growing refugee crisis and, perhaps, lay the groundwork for something far greater: the formation of a Southern Systems Alliance. At least that's what we have on the agenda...

I'm Pinda Solthar, and this is 360° Around the Galaxy, coming to you live from the summit floor. Joining me today is Blakely Moore, editor and publisher of The Herald, one of the most trusted voices in Naboo and the broader Southern Systems. Blakely, thank you for being here."

Pinda gestures toward the palace steps, where diplomats are arriving in regal procession.

"This summit has been framed as a celebration of unity among the Outer Rim's emerging powers of sorts, but let's not ignore the underlying tensions at play. Refugee fleets are arriving daily, and have been for a quite a bit, fleeing not just warlords and slavers, but also conflict happening in territory associated with other nations...

Blakely, you've been closely covering the humanitarian fallout of these conflicts—how dire do you think this situation really is? And do you believe today's summit and its participants to be genuine in intention?

 

[Solaina Embarri]

Despite knowing that she was supposed to be here and representing the interest of Seltos itself along with Naboo, the gathered bodies of power that filled the room was doing a number on her calm.

Meetings were one thing. Gathering the heads of a system was one thing. But seeing just how many were interested in this meeting was an entirely different matter as Kalantha opened the gathering with her words. Showing resolve despite the array of intensely watchful eyes. Different bodies of governance. Different viewpoints and goals. All assembled to speak on a matter that plagued each differently yet unified them all regardless. Seeking to resolve the matter as quickly as possible to return to business as usual no doubt.

Despite whatever misgivings had brought them here, or aims they had personally to potentially gain from this matter, they were present.

A step in the correct direction at the very least as the floor was ceded for the next to speak. Her eyes scanning those assembled as she sighed. Having already been in contact with the Monarch of Seltos, Marl Shongatess, in great detail about what was expected of not only her but her home. Representing them in a matter that would no doubt put some form of strain on everyone as they tried to adjust to the shifting circumstances of those that needed their help. She hoped against everything that others would follow suit as her pod freed itself and rose to replace the queen.

Once centered, Solaina would rise, presenting her palms out and flat to those gathered, paired with a formal bow before straightening and letting her hands fold together before her. Drawing on every bit of training she had as she spoke.

"It is an honor to be here today. To hear all of us speak on the matter. An honor that all of us have gathered here to speak on the matter of the refugees, how to care for them, and to the matter of nationalizing them. To give them a home within our borders alongside providing them opportunities that perhaps have been denied because of their sudden appearance. That may have upset the balance of resources available to care not only for those seeking aid, but on our own citizens respectively." Her eyes never settling on one place as she kept her voice even, calm, and clear. The urge to wring her hands as she spoke a force of nature in the face of all those gathered.

"A resolution to these issue will not be easy. Nor will the presented solutions come without their own issues. These problems can be lessened through the cooperation of many however. Through a great many number of hands working towards a common goal. And no doubt by those willing to help in return for being welcomed, but also to those that may arrive after them." Her eyes finally holding in place for a few seconds as she steadied herself once more. Scanning the faces that she could see as she shifted slightly.

"This is an opportunity for us to show that despite being separate entities, that we can tend to those coming to us for aid. That we can put aside our differences in the face of tremendous circumstances. That we all can grow and adapt to the changing problems facing the galaxy at large without giving up who we are. And to this end, the system of Seltos pledges to work alongside not only Naboo, but any willing to move forward with the goals of finding solutions to providing for, and nationalizing those that have come to us seeking aid. I yield the floor to the next speaker." Her words ending with the finals bits of strength she had leaned on to bring her here. Finally able to make herself sit down as the weight of her responsibility settled. Having carried the words of her Monarch to this place to show that they stood beside Kalantha to provide hope to those seeking aid.

Her pod removing itself from the center and moving back to its place as her eyes watched her hands shake. The lock engaging as she finally breathed a full breath and licked her lips.

Kalantha | Judah Dashiell | AG-137

 

[Ukvax the Gilded]

It is not long until the Geonosian delegation arrived - a swathe of Geonosian Elites and Warriors, unarmed, as well as attendant drones and the Archduke himself. A hand reached up to stroke one of his tentacled "mutton chops"; dark-black orbs locked onto the figures of the other representatives here. As the protocol droid waddled into position close-by to its master and liege, Archduke Ukvax the Gilded, Stalgasin Hive's very own leader, commented. It was clear these proceedings would be... interesting.

Perhaps some gain for his own support could be made.

[GEONOSIAN]: "Huyeeek-tik, klik-mkeeeeeeik, soyeuk-tek vrrrrrrt. Ohknetoo kauik-kauik."

With that, the Geonosian Archduke supplied the needed words for translation to his protocol droid.

[BASIC]: "His Eminence, the Archduke of Stalgasin Hive, offers his greetings, and with it, a solution and support. The Geonosians have often time been well-renowned for their architectural prowess and engineering feats of renown. While Geonosis cannot support this currently due to its own civil strife, the planet's unification offers interesting opportunities. Primarily, those of the question of housing. Food and funding go far - but without housing, these people will ultimately shiver in the cold. Thus..."

The Archduke nodded for the droid to pause, and then motioned him again as the droid was instructed.

[BASIC]: "His Eminence recognizes this, and should the planet of Geonosis be returned to his control, the supply of fifteen billion Geonosians, amongst them engineers, architects, and other varying support personnel such as overseers and laborers, will be supplied to the governments and worlds here and allocated as needed for the refugee situation upon each world. Not only will this generous service be provided freely to aid, but also free of charge - with the only cost being to help reunite Geonosis, and to keep its autonomy as well as avoid refugees partaking in immigration to Geonosis. That, and of course, Geonosis will also supply the labor droids and construction droids, as well as resources, needed to ensure that cheap, free housing, as well as a living space for the refugees, can be quickly constructed and ahead of schedule."

The Archduke clicked out his next words with a slight huff.

[GEONOSIAN]: "Wutik-koik auyetek-ayeoto, huyek-tik, soyeuk-yrrrrrrrt."

And the droid, now supplied a few short phrases after, continued.

[BASIC]: "Of course, Geonosis will need aid first in securing its world from the menace of imperialistic entities and its own civil war, but should this be provided, then Geonosis will throw the weight of such support behind the bill, and will ensure that the refugee crisis comes to an end, as it threatens the prosperity of all, including fair Geonosis."

And thus did the Archduke thwap his cane against the ground, letting the droid finish, and letting them process what it had said...

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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Interacting with: Judah Dashiell | Open

Danger Arceneau sat gracefully among the distinguished guests in Theed's grand hall, her keen green eyes observing the assembly. Leaders from the Royal Naboo Republic, the Foundation, and the Confederacy had gathered to address the escalating refugee crisis -- a particular matter close to her heart ever since Alric and she saved Myra from the dead on Drumond Kaas. While the Arceneau Kuhn's have always championed and supported humanitarian aid through the Eve Foundation and Arceneau Trade, the current situation presented unprecedented challenges.

As discussions unfolded, Danger listened intently, her demeanor poised and attentive. The prospect of forming a Southern Systems Alliance was on the table, a unified effort to provide sanctuary and support for those fleeing oppression. While she had ideas to facilitate this transition, she knew that no single solution could address the diverse concerns of every world involved. Her strategy remained consistent: observe, listen, and offer well-considered counsel when the moment was right. After all, the mark of having a good negotiation was to listen, and to listen well.

Catching Judah's eye across the room, she offered a subtle nod, acknowledging a greeting and their shared concerns and curiosities regarding the cause not only for business but also more galactic endevours. The path ahead was fraught with complexity, but with some collaboration, respectable discussion and some good rubbing of elbows, she believed they could navigate the challenges.

As the overseer of the Southern Systems Business Bazaar and Tatooine, her home world and main headquarters, the woman was keen to see the Southern Systems rise up and flourish again.

Because flourishing meant trade was good -- and trade, well Arceneau Trade would always be keen to be parsecs ahead in that.

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[Lorn Reingard]

Open to any OOS viewing from the Sanctuary

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Lorn stood at the edge of the common area, the holofeed's bright glow reflecting in his wary eyes. Around him, the young Jedi and their instructors buzzed with anticipation, their faces alight with hope as Pinda Solthar's voice filled the room. He scanned the faces, a knot of concern tightening in his stomach. Where was Briana? This summit, this potential alliance, was her driving force, her singular focus these past months. Her absence was unsettling.

His gaze drifted back to the holofeed. The shimmering domes of Theed, a city he held dear, were on full display, a beacon of hope. But Lorn saw more than just idyllic beauty. He saw a vulnerability, a target. These emerging powers, as Pinda Solthar had called them, were untested, their motives shrouded in political maneuvering and self-preservation.

The refugee crisis was real, a tragedy unfolding across the Outer Rim. He felt the pull to help, to offer sanctuary and aid. But the Southern Systems Alliance... that was a different matter entirely. He'd seen some of Foundations Jedi's animosity firsthand, their willingness to draw lightsabers against other Jedi who held differing views. He didn't trust their fervor, their blind faith in a cause that seemed more about expanding influence than providing genuine security.

Pinda's words resonated with him, a sober counterpoint to the summit's celebratory facade. The humanitarian fallout was dire, and Lorn knew that the Order of Shiraya, stretched thin as it already was, would be expected to shoulder a significant burden if this alliance materialized.

His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his lightsaber. He wanted a strong, peaceful Republic, built on diplomacy and mutual understanding, not forced through military might. He wanted a Naboo protected, a Southern Systems secure. But rushing headlong into a formal alliance with the Foundation felt like trading one set of dangers for another, potentially throwing the Order into a war they weren't prepared for, a war that could distract them from the growing shadow of the Sith.

He just hoped Briana, in her zeal for the Foundation, wasn't sacrificing the long-term safety of the Order, and of Naboo, on the altar of a fleeting alliance.

 

[Nej Tane]

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Nej Tane.

Prince of Katarr.

Which- explained how he essentially, more or less bluffed his way into the current meeting. Maybe nobody checked where Katarr was. Maybe they didn't think to remember that it was a dead world. Maybe they didn't check who Nej was. Who knows- for the time being, Nej Tane was allowed in, allowed into the room and into the meeting, the briefing.

Of course, Nej practically burst into the room, in his finest. And he slightly smelled like booze. Just a little. Not enough to be drunk, but enough to go "that guy had a drink or two".

"The Kingdom of Katarr wishes to offer it's support for this Alliance, with a host of ships and resources for the cause."

Of course, the only resident of the Kingdom of Katarr of Clan Twin Bed was- well, it was Nej. It was obviously Nej, right? That much wasn't hard to figure out. But the reality was- Nej was one of the owners of the largest privately-owned fleets in the galaxy. Sure, part of the scoundrels, the smugglers, the thieves, the criminal, the liar, the no-good part of Nej had entirely selfish reasons for offloading the ships onto these dummi-

Domestically-focused people.

He wanted to be rid of them, and back to his old ways. He couldn't stand being rich, being powerful, in charge of so much. Wasn't in his nature. Sure, the money was nice, but... maybe there was some part of Nej that was altruistic. Deep down. Very.

Very.

Very.

Deep down.

He snapped his fingers, a nervous Zabrak lawyer with his stupid glasses handing Nej a datapad, seemingly trained to hand stuff whenever Nej snapped. This was made all the more evident that because at first, he handed Nej a small bottle of water. He snapped his fingers again, with more aggressive snapping. Nej scanned over what he was offering, before holding it out for anyone else to see. He took a seat, kicking leg over the other, and leaning back.

"Besides, less Alliance the better, eh?"

Especially for a known criminal like Nej freakin' Tane.

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[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Interacting with: Open

The grand chamber hummed with conversation, immediately drawing Sibylla's attention even as she did her best to maintain the practiced bearing she'd been practicing for years, even though on the inside, her heart was hammering so loudly she was sure Senator Sarn would hear it.

The Ithorian Senator of Enarch sat beside her, his large Ithorian frame bent slightly as he conferred in low tones with his Chief of Staff, Alona Soei. His presence was commanding in its own right as an elder statesman with deeply rooted convictions, beloved for his steadfastness, and devotion to the Royal Republic. But conviction alone could be a dangerous thing if left unchecked. Sibylla had seen and read about too many well meaning politicians on Naboo ensnared in webs they never realized they had walked into until it was too late.

The young noblewoman had spent the better part of the journey to Stewjon poring over profiles, familiarizing herself with the names and faces of delegates expected to attend. Alona had done the same, feeding Sarn details and preparing him for the discussions ahead. But Sibylla knew better than to assume the list was final. Political landscapes shifted with the ease of a Coruscanti skyline at dusk and were constantly changing and reshaping as they hid threats in the shadows.

Her sharp almond shaped hazel eyes scanned the room, cataloging each figure. Some, she recognized instantly: the recently elected senators from Seltos, Solaina Embarri, and Senator Gach Gnut of Umgul; the representatives of Stewjon, and the leadership of the Foundation, among others, some whose expressions ranged from intrigued, to guarded, to openly skeptical. The Corporate giants were here to ensure their own means to an end regarding trade. And then, the inevitable outliers, the ones who hadn't been on the list.

Sibylla leaned slightly toward Alona, lowering her voice just enough to ensure discretion.

"There's a new face near the delegation from Umgul. Fifth row, outer section." Her tone was smooth and professional, referencing the Tarsunt AG-137 .

Alona followed her gaze, eyes narrowing slightly as she tapped into her datapad.

Sibylla sat back, exhaling slowly as she prepared herself. This was more than just a diplomatic meet and greet. It was a test of Naboo's standing, of the Royal Republic's influence, of how far the tide had shifted since its growing spread within the Southern Systems.

Sibylla was here not just to assist Senator Sarn, but to ensure that Naboo remained several steps ahead in a game where idealism had its place... but only if tempered with foresight. Especially when it came to now interacting with other worlds within the Southern Systems, not just the foreign governments themselves, they were all relatively new, and interacting on this scale beyond domestic affairs was bound to be a wealth of education for the young Junior Representative.

Sibylla glanced at the Ithorian senator, his gentle demeanor never faltering as he listened intently to Alona's quiet words. He was a good man. A principled man. But he was not always the sharpest when it came to character judgment. That was where she came in.

Sibylla folded her hands neatly in her lap as she tuned in to the ongoing session, her mind already spinning through possibilities, contingencies, and the first move Senator Sarn might make when the moment came. In politics, as in all things, it was the prepared who survived.

The first to speak openly after the Queen was the Senator of Seltos. Sibylla still had a few thoughts and questions regarding the State of Emergency, but that was not a matter that was the primary focus now. It was something she wanted to discuss with Sarn in private and she knew above all else, that there were bound to be nuances regarding it all, especially in this transitional period.

Minutes passed as Sibylla sat back in her seat, her eyes never leaving Soliana until her speech came to a close. Sibylla respected the effort, but her mind quickly went to work, assessing the pros and cons. The message was clear: We must come together to help those seeking refuge, to provide them a home and opportunities.

But as Sibylla reflected on the delivery, she noted the underlying hesitation in Solaina's tone. The framing of the refugee crisis as a balance of resources was a careful choice, but there were deeper complexities with the issue. It wasn't just about resources; it was about identity, politics, and fear of the unknown especially in teh wake of the Cataclysm. By focusing on resource allocation, Solaina had avoided addressing the more pressing concerns that would be at the heart of the debate, such as those who would see refugees as a threat to their livelihoods or cultural stability, and Solaina hadn't done enough to counter those fears.

Yet Solaina's closing words of Seltos pledging to work alongside Naboo and anyone willing to move forward with the goals of finding solutions was exactly the kind of resolution needed to bring the discussion home, seemingly anchoring the speech in a spirit of solidarity.

Still, Sibylla couldn't shake the feeling what Solaina's speech had held back. There was a need for more clarity, especially with the challenges ahead. Hapes already had one violent rebellion that ended in the death of royality and an entire system in the throes of cival war; they had to at all costs ensure that the newly inducted worlds within the Royal Republic didn't also fuel the spark of rebellion with the rehoming and nationalization of refugees within their worlds and communities, especially when they had only just joined the Royal Republic themselves.

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[Jas Katis]

NABOO | THEED
THE CONFEDERACY | HELLION PRIVATE MILITARY GROUP
TAGS: Vemric Keldra | OPEN
GEAR: In bio | unit equipment

SIXTEEN TONS​

Jas stepped out of the speeder and stomped out a cigarette bud beneath his boot. A quick adjustment of his uniform jacket and the Pureblood made his way toward the palace doors. He was late by a few minutes, but at least he had a decent excuse for it.

Organizing a defensive fleet wasn’t exactly a quick thing. Thankfully Arjen was available and not on another deployment.

With a quick pace Jas reached the chamber and quickly found his seat by the rest of the Confederate delegation. Normally he would be travelling with Vemric directly, but this time it was not possible. At least it didn’t seem as if he had missed anything important. A few people had spoken up to declare the issue at hand, but for the most part it was a symphony of murmurs and hushed discussions as usual.

He hated politics.

The Pureblood’s golden eyes scanned the gathered assembly for any noteworthy faces. A good number immediately stood out for him, though an equally impressive number was completely unfamiliar to Jas. Faces he either didn’t trust, or who simply didn’t appear to be noteworthy. He looked down at a datapad to quickly gauge what he had missed. As he expected, nothing important.

”Honorable members.” He started with a firm voice, pausing for a second to ensure people were paying attention.

”My name is Jas Katis. Commander-in-chief of the Confederate Armed Forces, and marshal-commander of the Hellion Private Military company. If I may… Do any of you have precise ideas on how to resolve the sudden influx of people into the region?” He spared a look around. ”I do not know how many of you have a military background, however I do know that it doesn’t take a veteran such as myself to tell you all the importance of efficiency and logistics. I have also fought in enough wars in the last forty years to know a thing or two about refugees.”

The Pureblood maintained a firm tone and a clear voice. ”The biggest problem with taking in refugees is doing so without utterly cracking one’s own economy. Hearts and minds are good, yes, however it does not return the resources spent helping these people.” He leaned forward and rested his hands on the table, his golden eyes glaring through each member assembled around him.

He hated politics.

”Speaking from experience, if we as a collective can process the refugees coming into the region and single out trades and experiences, there won’t be any need to scrounge for a capable workforce.” Another pause. ”I have been in charge of overseeing numerous refugee facilities that I have helped cause to begin with. And I can say with certainty that giving these people work to help themselves not only gives them a sense of purpose and normalcy, it alleviates the strain on our own people.” He stood upright and straightened his jacket.

”However… and I’d be disappointed if this did not cross anyone’s mind… there is a major security risk with just collecting strays in droves.” He finished, sitting back down to gauge the assembly’s thoughts.

 

[Echo Athoth]

Naboo
Tags: Lorn Reingard

Echo Athoth's Locket, Epo-1 Interceptor, BB-055TN "Boston"
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Lorn stood at the edge of the common area, the holofeed's bright glow reflecting in his wary eyes. Around him, the young Jedi and their instructors buzzed with anticipation, their faces alight with hope as Pinda Solthar's voice filled the room. He scanned the faces, a knot of concern tightening in his stomach. Where was Briana? This summit, this potential alliance, was her driving force, her singular focus these past months. Her absence was unsettling.

"Do you brood often?"

Echo stepped up to the knight, adjusting her glasses as she observed his demeanor. The Foundation had grown increasingly bizarre over the last few months, especially with some of their Jedi coming to blows with others of the Core. It was certainly reason for concern, primarily in regards to stability anyways.

Still, one could not deny their effectiveness at relief work. Echo frowned a little, recognizing that her tone had, no doubt, been very flat.

"That was a joke, by the way," she stated in her signature monotone way. "You have right to be concerned."

The Ogemite glanced towards the screen.

"But still, worrying only makes it harder to sleep," the Knight noted. "It's not like much can be done from where you stand, no? Perhaps we ought to find something to occupy your time."

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Echo Athoth

Open to any OOS viewing from the Sanctuary

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Lorn turned as the Ogemite, Echo, approached. He offered a small, perhaps strained, smile. Was he brooding? He probably was. It was hard not to, with a weight of uncertainty hanging heavy in the air. So much depended on the decisions being made here, lives balanced on the edge of every carefully chosen word. He kept his gaze fixed on the holofeed, a silent sentinel as Echo settled beside him.

A huff escaped him as Echo revealed her earlier comment had been a joke, not an observation. "I know, I know." he mumbled, trying to consciously relax his shoulders, to smooth the lines of worry etched onto his face. He really needed to work on that.

"I just... I need to understand how this makes sense for Naboo." he admitted, his voice low. "Why would we involve ourselves in needless conflict when our own borders are so uncertain?" The question hung in the air, a quiet dissent amidst the gathering storm.

Lorn glanced around, a flicker of unease crossing his features. He really should keep these thoughts to himself. No need to fuel the anxieties swirling outside the council chambers. Best to keep his doubts contained, at least for now.

 

[Echo Athoth]

Naboo
Tags: Lorn Reingard

Echo Athoth's Locket, Epo-1 Interceptor, BB-055TN "Boston"
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"I just... I need to understand how this makes sense for Naboo." he admitted, his voice low. "Why would we involve ourselves in needless conflict when our own borders are so uncertain?"

"A valid concern for a statesman," Echo noted. "But you're not a statesman, are you? Jedi have always had a very loose relationship with boarders. Boarders are simply as they appear on a map. The truth of the matter is far more complex. Planets are fickle and choose loyalty on a whim. Entities with vested interest in planets bypass boarders to influence internal affairs directly. A politician may be pleased with them, but they never assure stability. Just as we may pass the boundaries of the morally corrupt to save lives, so too can our enemies cross our boundaries to destroy us. To that end, it is better to have allies than not. Then again, even this is not true security."

Echo did her best to attempt a reassuring smile. It was an attempt. It wasn't really much more than a small upturn, but something was better than nothing.

"The real question you must ask is what you will do when that inevitability comes," she stated. "This task I feel you're much more suited for."

 

[Vemric Keldra]

KELDRA
THEED | NABOO
TAG: Xazzex Xivar | Jas Katis (and Misha Kaskadov?) | Ardin Paskal | Phee Zti | Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn | Sentapoth Findos | Eva Tektus | Judah Dashiell | Brakkus | Danger Arceneau | Kalantha | Briana Sal-Soren | Everyone else - I'll tag directly if necessary

HALL OF THE MOUNTAIN KING​

It has been a long time since Vemric had entered a diplomatic setting on a positive note.

In his almost two centuries of life, it only happened few and far between that a political sitting had the potential to bring something more positive about. Self-serving dissidents were plenty, however, and they always managed to slip into even the best intended sittings. The Sephi never could see the use of such bureaucracy. The decentralised form of governance in his own nation was far more beneficial for all parties involved. So he was, indeed, interested in to see what self-servers would crop up in this situation - what could they find to exploit in this crisis.

He and quite a few of the Confederate delegation as well as some of their corporate investors had arrived in Theed in phases. Not all of the...very gracious delegation wished to travel in a warship and not a luxury yacht. Yet the Requiem nonetheless was stationed in Naboo's orbit and shuttles ferried those that had traveled along with him down to the surface.

Seated in the opulent chambers of the Royal Assembly, the Confederate Head of State listened while others spoke after the Queen opened the floor. Eventually his Supreme Commander stood and got down to the logistics of it all. As a military man himself, Vemric resonated with what was spoken by his subordinate. The Pureblood certainly had an authorative air to him, characteristic of his species.

When Jas yielded the floor, Vemric's tall frame unfolded from the seat of his pod, his regal frame straight as he regard the delegation.
"Firstly, the Confederacy would like to extend gratitude toward Her Majesty and the Royal Assembly's invite to this Summit once more." his aloof baritone carried through the hall as he inclined his head at Kalantha .

"As raised by Supreme Commander Katis, refugees should be processed once out of immediate danger to ensure that economies do not buckle. I have lived a long time, thus I am aware the benefit refugees can bring to nations. Many are skilled individuals in various disciplines and can aid in building up the economy instead of breaking it down. Some among them are wealthy individuals capable of aiding economies financially. Yet, all those individuals need to be processed before replacement can happen." he started. "I do realise the logistical issue this has and suggest that each world does their own processing as refugees flee to said world. If that world can't accommodate a certain skill, the refugee gets replaced to a world that can within the nation."

Vemric hesitated for a moment. There were ways to make it all easier and expand the area in which refugees can be placed to avoid overcrowding. Some may not be in favour of it though, even in the Confederate camp. Yet, the previous Confederacy that he had served had made the mistake to close borders and pass Confederacy First and it had hurt the nation in the long run. It would be a mistake to do so again.

"I do believe that, if we unite and open our borders to each other, we can mitigate both economical and security risks while having a greater area to provide these refugees with a chance to forge a new life. A united Southern Systems will be far stronger than a divided one when faced with crises such as refugees fleeing conflicted areas." he finally said, blue eyes scanning the rest of the delegation, posture as straight as ever.

"In light of this, I move for a discussion on a possible alliance between our nations in order to face this crisis with more strength and resources."

He stalwartly yielded the floor, knowing full well there will be some that won't agree.

Yet, he hoped that majority would see the benefit in shared load.​

 

[Michael Angellus]

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Journal Entry:
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Alright,

So I was walking through the common area when I saw a live feed of something going on. Some kind of political summit. Weird, I didn’t pay much attention to it as I was trying to practice that “Barrier” trick Reingard taught me the other day with a datapad. It was doing okay…

Speaking of Reingard, he was sitting there watching it. So was Echo. I don’t really want a lecture right now about how I’m a screw up, but something is telling me I should be watching this. So I’ll just sneak up and stay in the back.I found a spot where I could observe without drawing attention. The summit was more intriguing than I expected, with leaders discussing policies. As I watched, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of importance about the event.

One of the other Padawans waved to me… I just waved them off, I’ll apologize later, I just don’t want to be noticed right now.

Weird… I want to be alone this time… I usually don’t and end up that way.

 

[Rojuhr Pouihl]

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Mission Entry:
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I should not be here, but as long as there is an issue to security, I will be.

This was a place for politicians. Not soldiers, not sailors, not pilots. However the Captain was here to provide a presence for the Defense Force, no matter how small and fledgling it was. At least he had someone he knew here that he could stand next to and keep company. That was Alyksandra Angellus. She knew him through his former CO, Wingmate, and lifelong friend Liram. Of course there was the idiot next to her too, but nothing would be said of him. At least not right now. Not when Rojuhr tried to make peace and was completely ignored.


TAGS: OPEN

 

[Rojuhr Pouihl]

oops, wrong account

 

[Zev Tantor]

CAPTAIN ZEV TANTOR
SUMMIT | NABOO
TAG: OPEN
GEAR: T-73 Handgun

”Ignored?” “IGNORED?” Is THAT what that yakhead said? Oh yeah, he “tried” to make peace. You wanna know how? He proceeded to say he “forgave me for my error”. What error? I’m not the one who went right back into service for a place that is ready to welcome anyone. I mean Fram! At least Halpern went back to what he knew. Sure. I’m helping this “Foundation” but it’s because of the woman next to me. Alyksandra asked me if I would train the people on the use of the ships she was selling, the gear.

Yet I make an “error”? What are you NINE?

… but I’ll be quiet. I’ll be nice. I won’t even make a face. I’m just going to sit here and play “good little sailor”, I just hope they don’t ask me my opinion. ​

 

[Kalah Redra]

GHOST
THEED | NABOO
TAG: Mother Askani | Suhara Villow | Zev Tantor | Everyone else

THE CALL​

The Retribution hung in orbit.

The Foundation didn't have much luxury. The Retribuiton was probably their prettiest ship. Though Kalah preferred military vessels, she'd have talk to Askani about contracting a more diplomatic vessel for these types of situations.

They were all seated in the opulent chambers and the Zygerrian's ears moved to and fro as she listened to various people speaking. As a military leader herself, she especially resonated with Jas Katis ' words. She, herself have had reservations as she evacuated refugees from places and just dumping them somewhere else. It was a logistical and security nightmare and definitely needed refining to avoid collapsing entire worlds.

But as the Confederate Head of State spoke, she briefly looked at Mother Askani .
"He may have a point there." she said softly to both Askani and Suhara Villow . "Can be beneficial for us to get more backing."