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

[Suhara Villow]

Tags: Kalah Redra Mother Askani Zev Tantor and all delegates present

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"He has a point. We just need to drive it in." Pieree Lambert leaned over to Kalah.

Suhara's Second-in-Command was fast approaching middle age. He wore a simple green uniform and a black cloak. Unlike Coruscant, he could safely wear his insignia of Chantemer on his lapels. However, it had been changed to include three arrows striking across the planetary symbol to represent the new revolution.

Usually, his Supreme Commander - Suhara Villow - would be here, but he had insisted that he take her role instead under the guise that her fact-finding mission was far more important. In reality, he just wanted her to take a break. Get out of the trenches and enjoy Theed. She was barely a young woman when the burden of leading a planetary-wide rebellion was placed on her shoulders. He had faith in her to carry it out, but recently, he could see her starting to buckle. The mental strain of keeping up relations with Foundation and forming a government while stopping her partisans from killing each other was now taking its toll on her.

If the Supreme Commander fell. So would all of them. She was the one thing keeping the Chantemer People's Liberation Army from splintering into a thousand different factions.

He wasn't a Political Officer like Suhara, but he had quieted her concerns by telling her he had dealt with his fair share of office politics during his tenure as a Rear Admiral in the CDF. One of the things that she had insisted he do was to plant the existence of Chantemer into the minds of the attendees. Anything to make setting the groundwork for future diplomatic relations easier.

Pieree stood up. He wasn't as tall as the regal Keldra, but he was heavyset with a stocky build. The echoes of his leather boots on the marble floor seemed to be deafening to his ears.

"I would like to clarify that while the Chantemer Liberation Front is aligned with the Foundation, I am not speaking on behalf of the latter. Only Chantemer." he started. "In the wake of the previous Confederacy's collapse, my planet experienced an influx of refugees fleeing from death and destruction. A convoy of refugees translated into the system saying they were escaping the sacking of Naboo."

"However, in keeping with dictator Olivier Poutine's isolationist policy," he spat that bastard's name with as much contempt as possible, "They were to be turned away. I was a lowly Captain in the Navy at the time. I regret to say I did not question his orders. It is a regret I will take with me to the grave because several weeks later, I discovered a band of pirates had come across the convoy. Not a single refugee escaped. We could have taken them in. Given them food and shelter. But we were so concerned with ideas like our own 'stability' and 'wealth' that we turned away scared mothers and their starving children. Now I stand in the halls of the very same planet whose people I let down that day."

He looked around at the delegates. He wasn't afraid to look those from Naboo in the eyes. He'd done horrible things for Olivier. Anything to right those wrongs...

"I find myself wondering now: What if those dark times were to happen again? What if this time, the people of the Southern Systems find themselves to be the refugees? Would we want the providers of our potential salvation to speak like this? Accepting refugees is more than just a game of numbers. It is more than finding only wealthy and skilled individuals to pluck out. If the planets of the Southern Systems can not only help but also integrate those at their lowest, it will send a message to the rest of the Galaxy stronger than any superweapon constructed that not only are we strong... we are better. And the only way this can happen is if we ally under a single common cause."

Pieree paused. "Thank you. Delegates, I yield the floor."

He didn't wait to see what the reactions were as he returned to his seat beside Kalah. He had said his piece.

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[Ukvax the Gilded]

There it is, then, the petition for aid, for refugees, for processing and welcoming of drone-like swarms.​

Truthfully, Ukvax cared not for these people. He didn't care for their plight, their suffering, their state of being. They were useful only because of two reasons - to supplement his own industrial projects across the entirety of this region with an influx of... unpaid, unskilled workers, and of course, to offload the massive variety of dissident Geonosians to death-labor once the civil war finished upon his world. Orange pupils and black eyes, as well as his mind, betrayed no sign of this, of course, to the other diplomats, representatives, even the Jedi. For indeed, Geonosis needed to project strength; it also, however, needed to show...

Unity.

Even if that unity only served as a blanket to obscure the reality of greedy self-interest.

To this end, the soft tap of a cane followed - the click-tik-tak of the butt announcing his intention to speak. He sided with allowing the refugees in... Just not on Geonosis. Thus did he announce his words clearly and firmly.

[GEONOSIAN]: "Kuyek-soyuek, mri'wrrrriiiip, se-ka-ha ma-ge-ka hanoyek. Ge-he-ha, wakasasa, hey-ey-ah. Wrrirrr'ayoto ayuteuk."

The double click of the outer mandibles followed, as the protocol slash translator droid waddled over, now being supplied words to translate.

[BASIC]: "His Eminence of Geonosis, Archduke Ukvax of Stalgasin Hive, supports these measures and more to welcome in refugees. While Geonosis' perilous civil war has rendered its surface unsafe, His Eminence proposes a cunning solution. The idea of space stations, utilized specifically to process and handle civilian refugees, as well as providing temporary facilities while housing and productive work is sorted for them, will be used. In exchange, Geonosian overseers would be assigned to handle such matters of managerial oversight, with observers from other polities allowed to attend. That, and of course, the varying drones will be used in construction. His Eminence has already dedicated fifteen billion Geonosians, but there will also be an additional contribution."

A pause, as the Geonosian Archduke made his voice clear.

[GEONOSIAN]: "Wrurrrgek nea-ha-sa. Vrarrr'horr, kiak-kliak."

The protocol droid adjusted its posture, and spoke.

[BASIC]: "His Eminence, Archduke Ukvax, is willing to pledge military arms and support for anti-piracy actions once the Geonosian Civil War wraps up, as well as Geonosian forces, in not only escorting of this refugee columns, but also ensuring they reach their destinations safely. In exchange, Archduke Ukvax humbly requests to manage some of the new industrial sites planned to give these refugees solid commodities of income - especially given that these will be spread out through the varying worlds of our glorious alliance."

A nod, as the Geonosian Archduke didn't divulge his reason why as to his benevolence. Only that the creatures around him would benefit him and his world. Or else, he would seek his alliances elsewhere. The Sith may be volunteering aid, but it was him that determined much, and he planned on his importance being well-known in this endeavor.

 

[FN-999 (restored)]

FN-999, former top Imperial general, former Moff of the Empire, and current Baron of Borosk, was late.
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In a way, he had been late from the very beginning of his involvement with this supposed Foundation. His Borosk intelligencia had been tracking the clandestine movement behind the widespread “Spark of Freedom” posters since its early beginnings, yet Nines had not involved himself in the matter up until mere weeks ago. Seeking to bring down the Dark Empire from within, Nines had accepted a high position within the Sith-ruled mockery of an Empire from while at the same time sending intermediaries to arrange a covert deal with agents of the Foundation: he would provide intelligence on top-level Imperial movements and siphon funds for Foundation use in exchange for membership in the organization.

It was a choice that had troubled the Baron for weeks, but ultimately one that he had to make. For the past twenty years after the collapse of the true Empire he had grown accustomed to negotiation and compromise, recognizing that he could no rely on an inexhaustible reserve of funds and soldiers to support his agenda. To that end, he had concluded that despite the fact that many of the Foundation’s members were active Jedi and many more would likely want him jailed for life the moment they knew his identity, the tyranny of the Sith was a far greater threat.

And so the Baron found himself outside the doors of the assembly in Theed.
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From the moment he had disembarked from his purposely nondescript shuttle, he had been shown nothing but suspicion and fear. Nines didn’t blame them. Here he was, a towering man decked in full Imperial stormtrooper armor walking in the center of a city famed for its strong republican values. Part of him wished he could disappear until he entered the assembly in the company of more professional politicians who could at least hide their disgust. But the realist in Nines told him that even in the assembly, even given his contributions to the Foundation he would be far from fully welcome. Again, the Baron didn’t blame them. He would never apologize for the services he had given the Empire, but he could understand how the idealistic among them who praised liberty and freedom above all else would see his structured order and label it as tyrannical.

Fortunately for the despondent Baron, the assembly was already thoroughly engaged in debate and gave him little attention as he walked in. However, he knew it would not last.

[BASIC]: "His Eminence of Geonosis, Archduke Ukvax of Stalgasin Hive, supports these measures and more to welcome in refugees. While Geonosis' perilous civil war has rendered its surface unsafe, His Eminence proposes a cunning solution. The idea of space stations, utilized specifically to process and handle civilian refugees, as well as providing temporary facilities while housing and productive work is sorted for them, will be used. In exchange, Geonosian overseers would be assigned to handle such matters of managerial oversight, with observers from other polities allowed to attend. That, and of course, the varying drones will be used in construction. His Eminence has already dedicated fifteen billion Geonosians, but there will also be an additional contribution."

[BASIC]: "His Eminence, Archduke Ukvax, is willing to pledge military arms and support for anti-piracy actions once the Geonosian Civil War wraps up, as well as Geonosian forces, in not only escorting of this refugee columns, but also ensuring they reach their destinations safely. In exchange, Archduke Ukvax humbly requests to manage some of the new industrial sites planned to give these refugees solid commodities of income - especially given that these will be spread out through the varying worlds of our glorious alliance."

Immediately, the Geonosian delegate caught his attention. On the surface, his proposal was admirable, providing orbital shelter for millions of refugees and significant investments for piracy. However, Nines’ suspicion was raised by the Archduke’s proposal to have Geonosian management over new industrial sites run by refugee labor. The Geonocians had a long history of exploiting the labor of both their own drones and those of other species. Perhaps for the sake of preserving whatever little goodwill he had in the assembly would be better to seek cooperation rather than antagonism. Yet the Baron’s principles cried out to him, telling him to call out any bit of deception before everything could come crumbling down.

Knowing that he would be antagonized no matter what he said, the Baron spoke his mind.

“Greetings, my fellow delegates.” introduced Nines. “I am FN-999, Baron of Borosk. Despite my appearance, I mean no harm. I have been assisting the Foundation for many weeks now by providing intelligence on the Dark Empire from within up until its recent territorial demise. Now, there is nothing stopping me from supporting the mission of the Foundation and its allies."

“With that in mind, I would like to provide my insight."

“While it is important to resettle and employ the many refugees of the galaxy, we must also ensure that they are provided with excellent living standards in their new homes. Perhaps we may disagree on how we define 'excellent living standards', but one thing that I believe we can all agree upon is that no individual should be forced to flee oppression only to face a different form of subservience in their new home, or in their workplace. For instance, a rouge Geonosian overseer could exploit the availability of a large amount of replaceable refugee labor by forcing them to work long hours for meager wages only to switch them out whenever they cause a fuss."

“On Borosk, there are strict labor standards guaranteeing that all full-time employees are paid a minimum wage that tracks with the cost of living as well as fair working hours that allow individuals time to both be productive members of society and enjoy their time with their families and friends. I am confident that if the Borosk model or a variation of it is implemented in other worlds, then it will be much harder for employers to exploit the physical and emotional vulnerability of refugees."

Tags: Open

 

[Kahne Porte]

Tags: Michael Angellus Lorn Reingard Echo Athoth

"You doing okay, Michael?" The Jedi Master inquired as he made his way through the small gathering watching the event that was unfolding. Kahne placed a hand on his shoulder and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "It's good to see you." The Jedi Master then stood with his hands behind his back as the Queen began her speech and would soon follow with others. Kahne in reality had little more to say on the subject. Things were now in motion that couldn't be taken back. The board was set and all that there was to do was weather the coming storm and fight against what it would bring.

The Jedi Master took a small glance over to Lorn and Echo as their discussion had drawn his attention briefly.

"The real question you must ask is what you will do when that inevitability comes,"

What will we do......

The Jedi Master voiced in his thoughts, the questions was for Lorn but he felt it was for all the Shiraya Order.

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Xazzex sat comfortably beside Vemric as the gathering got under way with a glass of wine in her hand. Every negotiation should be done with good wine in hand. Not only because she enjoyed a good wine but beside subtle gestures could convey meaning to watchful parties. It was a language of its own intended only for those meant to know her meaning. Not that most knew any meaning existed in mere tips or swirls of a glass.

Her golden eyes slid in the direction of an Archduke of Geonosis Ukvax the Gilded as he spoke. The man sought to play all sides it seemed. Barter with the Sith for industry, then come to a gathering such as this for securing position and aid for his people. He was welcome to try. There were those in attendence that had offered as much from the start, and been shunned, and their reports to their superiors might not have been full of optimism. Xazzex, however, was a pragmatist. The Confederacy remain ready to support them in whatever way they could to benefit from an industrial world. That being said, the Falleen wasn't going to stand up and champion the man's causes. She was a pragmatist, but she was no fool of a crusader out to bleed from the heart.

And was it any wonder Xazzex could work with people such as Jas Katis and Vemric Keldra ? Both men spoke of matters that a Falleen would find most captivating -- the matter of errant refugees, and the logistics (and calamities) that came with them. Of course, the green men and women she represented personally were concerned with a single, solitary, and unwelcome body entering their territory. They were not called xenophobes because they sighed at the sight of an outsider -- they were xenophobes because they'd rather have outsiders in chains or no where near Falleen itself. A trait that hadn't gotten better after a certain galactic plague. Vemric and Jas had to be a bit more... socially conscious than Falleen would have liked, but they raised an important matter regardless and it would be best if this gathering managed to tackle it properly.

Unity. The crux of the day's gathering. With so many worlds it wasn't hard to see how Falleen might be swept up in some Southern System net once more. Xazzex was, naturally, mindful of such lofty agendas. Provided such an alliance could manage to retain a planet's sovereign right to self-determination, she wouldn't have cause for concern. Perhaps instead of aliens being forced upon Falleen, Falleen could contribute in some other way... resources, logistics, materials, even personnel. For the time, she maintain an optimistic outlook and wouldn't raise any complaint, especially in public, about the idea. If they tried enforcing a mandate, however, like the Confederacy of Independent Systems of old... well, they'd cross that sarlacc pit if they came across it.

Another, this FN-999 (restored) , the Baron of Borosk, had a curious if dangerous idea. Could it work at scale? That was the question. It plagued every response throw into the circle. In isiolation, lofty ideas were realized, but when you tried to apply it to tens or a hundred different planets with different cultures things started to become a little less... efficient or effective. Still, Xazzex held her peace. There was no need to attempt to interject that uncertainty openly; provided any expenditure did not come at Falleen's, or the Confederacy's, behalf. Their discussions were far too new to have a sense of where things would go just yet. Still, FN-999 had thoughts on a way to maintain this labor force and keep them productive -- or "happy" as some would say. They would need more such creative minds if they were to solve this monumental undertaking without "cracking ones own economy" as Jas put it.

 

[Michael Angellus]

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Journal Entry:
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"You doing okay, Michael?"

Really? NOW? Now he shows up, AND loud enough so that the Knights in front of me, Lorn Reingard , and Echo Athoth turn and look? I didn’t want to show anything, but I couldn’t stop my eyes from slamming shut. I didn’t want to hear about how much a screwup I am. For once… oh great, the hand on the shoulder. So I’m still a basket case too. Master Kahne Porte … hello.

"It's good to see you."

You might as well be my Dad with ho…. No I can’t be that mean to him, to either of them. You too, Master.

 

[Mother Askani]

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The grand chamber in Theed was alive with discourse, voices rising and falling in diplomacy. Askani sat among the Foundation's delegation, silent but watchful, listening as leaders from across the Southern Systems spoke in turn. The urgency of the refugee crisis dominated the conversation, and it should have. This was one of the most pressing fractures that the Burning Truth highlighted, that they needed to do something about this or risk it spiraling out of control; and everyone could see it and feel its effects.

The air carried the weight of expectation, of deliberation, of a world on the precipice of something new.

Askani sat with the other Foundation representatives, her gaze sweeping the room, taking in the faces of those gathered. Senators, governors, military officials, Jedi, leaders of planets that had suffered under the heel of oppression. Some were eager, others hesitant, but all had come here for the same reason—to address a crisis that had no one simple resolution; but they were all committed to finding ways to tackle it. Her company consisted of Kalah Redra Suhara Villow AG-137 and Vaylen Rho, their new Head of the Humanitarian Division of the Foundation. Rho had just recently came on, taking on the highest authority over all humanitarian operations, ensuring absolute separation from the Jedi Coalition and any military efforts. In times of crisis, when military and humanitarian efforts threaten to overlap, it would be Vaylen Rho who makes the ultimate decision on whether the Foundation can remain in an area or must withdraw to prevent compromising its mission. They'd been working with the Ivory Charter to make sure there were operational and structural things in place as to make sure their organization was in accordance with intergalactic law on the backend; to keep their mission protected.

The Foundation had done the work, an organization that was still building, but it had carved safe paths for the displaced, negotiated settlements, secured agreements between wary nations, with the help of the Royal Assembly, and as was promised to the Queen during its inception. They had done it without pledging loyalty to any government, without becoming yet another faction lost in the endless churn of galactic politics. That was why they were here now, a necessary voice in the room but maybe an unwelcome one to others who were weary.

Despite their efforts, despite their tangible successes, the perception persisted—Jedi crusaders in everything but name, radicals disguised as humanitarians. That wasn’t the truth, but Askani had learned that truth was rarely the deciding factor in history, and that belief was a powerful thing. Perception shaped reality, and there were those who saw her as a threat simply because she just didn't align with their vision.

Crait was a necessary conversation, a very tense one, but she told the others the truth. And she condemned no one who saw it differently, everyone had a choice...and their own path to follow.

She had long accepted that she could not change the minds of those who had already decided what she was or would become. Even now, she could sense the wariness from some of the assembled dignitaries, the careful neutrality in the words of others. But the refugees, the ones they had helped, the ones they were still fighting for—those people knew. The work was what mattered. It would speak louder than her voice ever could; it simply had to.

The Foundation had been clear: they would openly oppose the Alliance. The Foundation existed to do what was right, not what was politically expedient. These were simply people who wished for something different.

She glanced across the chamber, observing the faces of those who had gathered here. The Queen of Naboo, poised and regal, a woman who understood the weight of responsibility and the delicate balance of leadership, and one who had witnessed their work firsthand. The leaders of Ryloth, of Rodia, of Farstine, of Mon Gazza of Secundus Ando—all bound by different histories, different struggles, yet drawn together now by necessity. The Southern Systems were not the Core. They could not afford to be. She had invited these leaders to this conference, reaching out to pitch them that refugee resettlement could be a mutually beneficial opportunity for both them as recovering systems, and for the people who simply needed a safe haven.

However, Askani knew the cost of what could be proposed today. If they agreed to form a Southern Systems Alliance of sorts, it would not simply just be about refugee resettlement—there'd be more.

And yet, even as she stood firm in her position, she understood that resistance did not always mean war. Rebellion was not always armed conflict. It was choosing a different path, holding to conviction when it would be easier to fold. The Foundation had not taken up arms against anyone other than the Dark Empire so far, and that was to help liberate the people of the deep core from Imperial occupation, and yet...they were treated as though they might at any moment. Perhaps that was the real fear—not that they were warriors, but that they were something else entirely. A movement that didn’t have to rely just on war to create change.

She exhaled slowly, steadying herself as the conversation continued around her. The work would continue, regardless of the outcome of this summit; it had to. The Foundation’s mission had not changed, nor would it. The criticism would persist, the doubts would remain, but she had long since abandoned the notion of pleasing everyone. She had seen the faces of those they had saved, the lives they had rebuilt. That was all that mattered. And it was one thing they all could agree on.

One way or another, the future of the Southern Systems was being decided in this room. Askani would not necessarily need to speak for the Foundation’s presence to be felt. Their work had already ensured that; she hoped.

The Confederate Head of State spoke, and she pondered his words, for her yes ensuring the safety of all displaced civilians was a priority, but she wanted them to be able to carve out a good life as well, and be able to contribute to their chosen societies eventually; something sustainable long term.

She heard Kalah's words cut through, she mused to herself for a bit.

Askani’s response would be a measured silence, allowing the weight of the proposal to settle over the room. Then, when she finally spoke, her words would be deliberate:

"Given all that's been said so far, an alliance to what end? What would be its parameters?"

No dismissal, nor immediate opposition—just a simple, direct question. Because to Askani, the idea of an alliance was not inherently flawed, but the intent behind it mattered. She only wanted to ensure it included mutual aid and shared responsibility.

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[Blakely Moore]

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Location: Theed, Naboo
Tags: Pinda Solthar
Objective: Broadcast the SSA Summit

Blake must have told herself to keep it cool at least a billion times already, and she’d most certainly do it a billion more before the night was over. Covering the Southern Systems Summit was by far the biggest break she’d ever had, and if that hadn’t fried her nerves, broadcasting next to the Pinda Solthar surely did.

Blake knew from the Kel Dor’s reputation alone that Pinda cared far more about the story than the accolades of her partners – or lack thereof. “Miss Moore,” as the other reporters called her all evening, was more journalist than anchor. She ran the League’s short lived newspaper from Toshara before the fledgling state folded and was absorbed into the Republic. Since then, she’d taken on the massive responsibility of publishing the RNR’s periodical, a lovely little spark called The Herald. Blake had stirred a few hearts and set fire under some asses, but she never considered the paper something that would earn her a prime position next to Pinda.

The reality made her head spin a bit, but with the camera angling her way, Blake needed to get her chit together and enunciate the Summit’s proceedings well.

“Thank you kindly for having me, Pinda.” Blake’s Southern Systems drawl was noticeable, but keen ears would also notice the Naboo influence on her pronunciations.

“The refugee crisis in the Southern Systems is certainly a dire situation,” she confirmed. “The Sith invasion of the Rimward Trade League and subsequent occupation of League worlds has resulted in a significant number of refugees arriving from the galactic west.”

“From the north, we’re seeing a slow but steady rise in immigration of Galactic Alliance civilians who are leaving the frontier worlds in search of security and trade.”

Holographic maps would complement the two anchors as Blake explained the situation. Color-coded arrows representing the movement of migrant fleets came from three directions, the third of which she spoke of next. “Refugees from Core worlds like Empress Teta, Prakith, and Tython have also made their way to the Southern Systems to escape Imperial occupation. While the Foundation’s recent success against the Dark Imperial remnants has made things safer for civilians, many continue to expatriate as the GA moves to reoccupy the region.”

The maps remained for a few moments more, then faded away. Footage of the aforementioned migrant ships followed, panning over the faces of men, women, and children from dozens of worlds and species as they worked to get to the South.

“The influx of people will certainly put a strain on resources, perhaps more than any one of the three nations represented here can handle on their own. But together? Together, they have a much greater chance.”

Each had their own strengths. The Confederacy sat on the galactic breadbasket, the Foundation possessed humanitarian spirit and manpower, and the Republic had the military strength to protect them all. This political Trifecta, a name coined by the Queen of Naboo, would be a veritable superpower should it come to fruition.

 

[Nolan Knightfall]

Naboo – Theed – Assembly Room
Direct: OPEN | OPEN || Indirect: Danger Arceneau | Judah Dashiell | Ukvax the Gilded
NPC(s): Elias Xavier, Arthur Sterling​

A Southern Systems Alliance.

His eyes narrowed at the datapad Elias had given him as the two sat next to each other within the assembly. A potential solution to handle the refugee crisis and prevent any further anarchy after recent events. The Hapan Crisis only one such example of Alliance dysfunction and the recent Sith invasions and negotiations. Geonosis was such one example of the Sith conquering a world without having to spill a single drop of blood.

Surprising then, that the Archduke Ukvax would be present here. Perhaps he was hedging his bets. Not an unwise strategy, but Nolan doubted the Sith would appreciate the measure.

Although his own presence was an anomaly in of itself. Reclusive as he was, Nolan's presence had been deemed mandatory by Elias. As the political landscape shifted, the company needed to stay ahead and adapt. His appearance here—however understated—signaled support for addressing the refugee crisis, a move his public relations team could readily capitalize on. He had already planned on using his company's resources to help, but this proposal for an alliance between southern systems could either help or hinder his efforts if he was not careful.

Sitting and resting his head against his fist as he glanced upwards at the assemble before returning his gaze to the datapad, Nolan's perceptive glance caught sight of not only heads of states, but heads of corporate conglomerates.

"Ms. Arceneau and Mr. Dashiell."

Elias had caught sight of them too. Nolan's gaze followed Elias's before returning to the assembly at large.

"We should talk to them after the summit," Elias proposed, "I can set up a meeting."

"I trust you to run the company, Elias. You don't need me to talk to them," Nolan countered.

Elias raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Too intimidated?"

"Too busy."

His appearance at the summit took away from his time. While it had been necessary, talking to potential trade partners was Elias's job. If his appearance was necessary to inspire confidence or seal a deal, fine. Anything less was a waste of his time.

Elias shook his head at the final remark before typing into his datapad.

"You should at least talk to them before we leave."

"Hm."

Nolan's final response before remaining silent. Listening and observing the proceedings and keeping his eyes trained for any trouble.

Political or otherwise.

 

[Ukvax the Gilded]

An eyebrow ridge raised in scowling dissent.​

The Imperial General drew a notice of annoyance with the comments he made. A servant of the Dark Empire, who dared to challenge his utmost generosity. He would not deny observers; he doubted the Royal Naboo Republic, let alone the others, would refuse to send any. Combined with his own industrial projects now being put under question, it was time to begin his own schemes in mind. One of the gargantuan banes upon Geonosis, after all, was its non-Geonosian sentient population...

And he had just the factions to offload it onto.

The Geonosian clicked-chattered in disagreement; the Archduke's cane thwacked against the ground as to draw noticeable attention upon the speaking floor. Once he acquired the attention, it proved time to assure his plans were not challenged. He knew it was a gamble, but he had just the measure to ensure the bleeding hearts of these sentients were moved.

[GEONOSIAN]: "Ackuye-hoyuek-tuyaeh, mrrrrrrwaik haeh-yoeh'aeeh. Wrrrrrrrt kliak-oaeyuk mhe-haeh-kaeh. Ayoteuh, ayoteh."

The translator droid, again supplied a simplified version of the dialogue, responded forth to the masses.

[BASIC]: "His Eminence, the Archduke of Stalgasin Hive, refuses to entertain such a notion of plain falsehood from a servant of the Dark Empire. Even if your intentions are purely benevolent, a notion the Archduke finds difficult to believe at best, the fact remains that you promote dissent with your rhetoric. To this end, the Archduke of Stalgasin, in exchange for providing his own Drone labour, in addition to the issues laden-within the Geonosian Civil War as of current, makes a formal declaration that the Royal Naboo Republic, the Confederacy, and the Foundation, must take in the ten billion sentients of Geonosis that are of non-Geonosian origin. They are not of Geonosian culture, nor would the planet be able to support them in the inevitable reconstruction when the Civil War ends."

A pause, as the Geonosian supplied his next words, and then the protocol droid continued.

[BASIC]: "Of course, you may refuse such an overture - however it will be emphasized that you condemn the lives of ten billion sentients to the Warlords of Geonosis, in addition to the genocidal actions of Gehenbar Hive. The Archduke at current has his hands tied with fending off the advancing Gehenbar Hive; His Eminence additionally cannot afford to spare the manpower or the limited transports he has to ensure such refugees are... escorted, off world. Should the Foundation, Royal Naboo Republic, and the Confederacy refuse to aid in such important matterrs, then we will not only publicly release such a refusal and betrayal of the highest order to those who find such behavior rephensible, but the support of Geonosis, if such is desired in the future, will be turned away vehemently."

A pause as more words are supplied from the Archduke; the protocol droid continues onward.

[BASIC]: "His Eminence hopes you have sympathy in your hearts for these poor refugees, and understands that such high-ranking figures of importance will dare to not commit such atrocities as the Sith Order, the Dark Empire, or other varying cruel powers, would. Your decision, but know the consequences of such a decision will be known."

The Geonosian Archduke made sure to stare uncomfortably at all of them; his piercing gaze ensuring that his threat was not entirely without merit. Would they dare to refuse such aid, and be branded as hypocritical entities? Or would they accept, and force reliance upon the Geonosians' efforts, and thus accept his utmost generous terms...

Time was ticking after all now.

 

[Jas Katis]

NABOO | THEED
THE CONFEDERACY | HELLION PRIVATE MILITARY GROUP
TAGS: Vemric Keldra | Ukvax the Gilded | FN-999 (restored)
GEAR: In bio | unit equipment

SIXTEEN TONS​

Jas was quietly taking in the thoughts and suggestions of the assembly around him, gauging their emotions and intentions through the Force. So far he hadn't been criticized for his species, which was a surprise. Had his actions and reputation carried this far out?

He shoved the pleasant thoughts aside, there was still work to be done. The Geonosian Archduke had his full attention with his strange suggestions, Jas couldn't help but feel as if there was some other agenda. There always was with the bugs. Before he could voice his thoughts on the matter, another individual spoke up. An Imperial of all things. The irony was that Jas trusted his words more than most in this chamber.

But then the bug doubled down. He issued a threat to the leaders of the three regions and placed the lives of his people on the table as an expendable resource. That confirmed the suspicions.

”If you keep making veiled threats, insect, I'll ensure personally that you end up needing a refugee status yourself.” The Pureblood practically snarled at the Geonosian. He spared a glare at the rest of the assembly before taking a breath. ”I support the Baron's suggestion. I was going to explain how the Archduke's suggestion of refugee space stations is utterly laughable on multiple levels. However, placing the lives of his own citizens on the chopping block is absolutely barbaric. And that is coming from me.” He returned his golden gaze to the Archduke with fiery intent.

”We are trying to save lives here. Despite our past actions and allegiances, we are willing to stand together and do what needs to be done. That is the foundation of the Confederacy I serve. The last thing we need now is a saboteur looking to manipulate and threaten this assembly for his own selfish gain.” His voice was steadily growing in intensity, ensuring that all could hear him. ”Now, if this little insect is indeed serious with his little temper tantrum, I'll ensure that ships are overhead to provide passage. However, I will warn you, Archduke, that those ships are capable of far more than simply saving refugees.” He was practically fuming as he glared at the Archduke and surrounding delegates.

But not out of sympathy or altruism. The bug was a security threat. A loose cannon willing to maipulate the bleeding hearts of the people around him. He spared a glance at Vemric next to him for a moment, conveying his thoughts wordlessly to his commander.

 

[Eva Tektus]

Jas Katis Vemric Keldra Ukvax the Gilded​

Captain Tektus, as adjutant to Supreme Commander Jas Katis , was required to attend this meeting in regards to common military policy and doctrine with the formation of the trifecta. She remained quiet and let the ones with the higher salaries and fancy ballgowns lead the conversation, although the appearance of the geonosian seemed like something of a wrench in the works to be sure. Exporting a planet's worth of refugees in the middle of such a pivotal moment in the galaxy was by all accounts a very interesting power play made by the archduke. Should the trifecta refuse, it would look like a pretty bad move to deny safe haven despite preaching noble ideals. But it was also seen as a desperate attempt to hold the trifecta hostage and Eva couldn't help but sense a hint of desperation in the archduke's voice.

As a pawn in the grand scheme things, it wasn't her place to lead the conversation. But since Vemric Keldra had assigned her as navy rep, it only seemed fair that Eva be the more diplomatic voice to soothe the impact of the supreme commander's bark.

"Your Grace." Eva said. "It would be dishonest for you to compare us to the likes of the Sith Order and Dark Empire. We have not committed any atrocities to be compared to them in any sense and if I'm being frankly honest, raising our concerns at what is essentially not just a security concern but a matter of sentient rights is not something we should take lightly. We will of course would like to continue this conversation to provide any aid we can. But expecting us to just openly accept a planet's worth of sentient beings isn't something we can agree with without careful planning."

She was playing the good cop to the supreme commander's bad cop. They were both on the same page. These geonosians would be a security risk and Eva was only doing her part in ensuring stability.

 

[Vemric Keldra]

KELDRA
THEED | NABOO
TAG: Xazzex Xivar | Jas Katis | Eva Tektus | Kalantha | Briana Sal-Soren | Mother Askani | Ukvax the Gilded | FN-999 (restored) | Everyone else

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Vemric had been silently observing the discussions that followed his movement.

Face carved from marble and actually looking somewhat bored with the entire summit, he took in all of what people said. A representative from Chantemer that spoke on behalf of the planet as, according to some of the records on the dataslate that Belle had handed him from her seat behind him, their elected Resistance leader Suhara Villow was otherwise occupied. What the man said, strangely tugged at the Sephi's cold heart.

He, himself, had been a military servant of puppetmasters for a long time. He knew how following orders could weigh on a conscience. His own wife had died, following orders. It was clear the military officers in the room understood more than most, the importance of a unified front.

Then things took a drastic turn as the first self-server raised their voice, veiled as a helping hand. The once-Grand Admiral could see great risks in herding so many people together on a space station and was about to voice them before an Imperial - or one who used to be one - spoke up in contention to the Geonosian Archduke's suggestion. Once again, a military type strikes true with the ability of discernment.

Things then briefly took a turn back to the alliance proposal as Mother Askani asked about parameters for it. However, he was just about to put voice to his thoughts and answer her, when the self-server raised his voice once again.

True anger, an emotion rarely felt by him, sparked through the Sephi at the Archduke's words. His face remained marble, however, and a mere brow was raised high into his hairline at the threat made by the Geonosian. He could feel the same anger spike through the Pureblood before the tall, broad alien jumped to his feet and gave everyone a small glimpse of what made his species quite feared.

Though Vemric agreed with every word the Supreme Commander was saying, he sighed inwardly at the complete lack of diplomacy the man has. And how this whole self-serving suggestion was now putting more people at risk than just repatriation of refugees.

Though anger bubbled deep within him as well, his tall and regal form calmly unfolded from his seat. He firmly laid a hand Jas Katis ' shoulder and leaned in briefly to talk softly to the Commander of the CAF.
"Call a sizeable fleet from home and blockade Geonosis and start evacuating non-Geonosians. Nothing enters or leaves that planet without our go-ahead. And have our droids shut down and guard all foundries on the planet. Go, now." he said quietly before turning toward the rest of the Assembly.

"I apologise for the Supreme Commander's brash demeanour - he's much more proficient with commanding an army than he is at diplomacy." he started, his baritone still relatively level. "Yet, I do find myself agreeing with the actual points he raised. This is a Summit aiming to save lives and I have proposed an alliance to achieve the same end with much more effectiveness." Eyes like ice turned to the Archduke, not glaring, yet holding a cold determination usually reserved for an enemy. For the first time since the battle over Rhand, the piece of Death imparted on him by Oleander Webb stirred, evident in the cold permeating from him. "I have just dispatched a fleet to start extracting said non-Geonosians. However," There was a sudden coldness to his voice that hadn't been there before. "The very same fleet will be fully blockading the planet until the Confederacy sees fit to call it off. Nothing will enter or leave the planet unless we order it. This is not a threat, Archduke. Ships are already being routed as I speak. The Confederacy also completely withdraws all food, medical, fuel and weapon material trade to the planet and Confedrate-owned foundries will be shut down and guarded by Confederate forces. I highly suggest you reconsider who you make threats to when you play with the lives of citizens that have been living on said planet even before your birth." For the first time in well over a century did he sound every bit the Sephi Prince he used to be once upon a time, growing taller and more regal with every word.

He then turned his attention to Mother Askani and his demeanour changed to grace and diplomacy once more.
"Now, Madam, to answer your question - this situation that just transpired would be one of the parameters. Mutual security and military assistance - especially in defence situations. This wondrous Republic has already seen two attacks quite recently, affecting the refugees housed here as well." he started. "With an alliance, added forces can be provided by an ally to aid in the defence of an Alliance world. Trade of Primary Choice would be another. The Confederacy is rich in foodstuff, medical components, fuel and material - especially now that we'll have excess after withdrawing from Geonosis. The Royal Republic is quite rich in plasma, other fuels and additional materials. Preference of trade would be given to Alliance worlds prior to non-Alliance nations. The Foundation also specialises in getting around where an official government can not, which can be beneficial to both our nations in times of trouble. And with an alliance, a greater area for the repatriation of refugees, in so ensuring the economic growth of Alliance worlds with the repatriation of skilled workers or investors."

He looked at the rest of the assembly then, slightly hoping they would share a vision.

"I am certain even more parameters can be suggested by individuals far more politically inclined than I am. I yield the floor." ​

 

[FN-999 (restored)]

At the Geonosian’s stinging accusations, the Baron made to rise to the floor in rebuttal.
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But Nines was beaten out by another delegate, Supreme Commander Jas Kastis of the reconstituted Confederacy of Independent Systems if his intel spoke true. His outrage at the Archduke’s conduct was evident in every word he spoke, and even if Nines appreciated the man supporting his proposal, he could not help but grow worried that his bold declarations could create a rift within the Southern Systems Alliance before it could even form.

Fortunately, a woman standing near the Commander - perhaps an aide? - spoke up shortly afterwards, providing a more moderate and calculated message that took the edge off the tension in the room.

That was, until the kingpin of the Confederacy stepped up to speak.

Vermic Keldra's cool, calculating gaze and level voice immediately identified him as a career politician and a skilled one at that, his words sharper than the tip of a freshly polished blade. His neutral tone only made his words clearer, the ramifications of his blockade against Geonosis blatantly obvious. His leadership style was one of power and assertiveness, leaving no slight unpunished. He could be a half-decent Imperial if he wished, the Baron thought to himself.

Soon, the Confederate Head of State concluded his speech, opening up the floor to others. Nines eagerly took his opportunity to take the floor.

“I agree with the Confederate Head of State in the necessity of a mutual defense alliance.” calmly concurred the Baron. “The Sith Order directly borders Naboo just three systems away, and the Mandalorians and Dark Empire both have the capacity to send large vanguards in our direction. All three possess huge, vertically integrated professional armies that neither the Confederacy, Naboo, the Foundation, nor I could take on alone. Only by standing together in alliance can we muster a sufficiently large force to defeat our shared enemies in a pitched battle."

Equally important, though carefully omitted from the Baron’s speech, was that a Confederate-Naboo-Foundation alliance would serve as a potential counterweight to the Galactic Alliance, spreading its energies thin and diverting its attention away from hunting Imperial warlords such as himself.

“We also must not forget to make a unified chain of command and order of battle, or else our increased numbers will do us little good. While each organization’s armed forces would of course retain their independence from each other, in battle it would be wise to place all three armies under one commander either nominated by the member states of the alliance or rotated between the highest ranking officers of each member state on a set basis. That way, less time will be spent arguing over who commands what unit and more time will be spent on relevant strategy. Furthermore, by organizing our combined forces into an allied army, navy, and starfighter force, the top Confederate, Naboo Republican, and Foundation commanders in each field of warfare will have the resources of all three armed forces at their disposal and a forum to hear the advice of their like-minded peers."

Another benefit, exclusively for Nines, was that gathering all of the fledgling Southern Systems Alliance’s military leaders in one place would allow him to efficiently learn their doctrines, personalities, and styles of fighting to augment his own knowledge and to keep in reserve in case he would one day have to fight their armies on the battlefield.

“For my part, while it would be completely infeasible for Borosk to join the Southern Systems Alliance at the moment given that it is officially under the control of the Dark Empire, I am more than willing to provide resources and intel from within the belly of the beast. Under my official capacity as a Moff, I have access to vast funds, weapon caches, and top-level security clearances that if carefully siphoned away could allow a rebel movement to cripple the Dark regime. Additionally, Borosk is not far from the Mandalorian domain, allowing my informants to stay readily up to date on their stirrings. If they plan to make a move against any member of the Alliance, rest assured that you will be the first to know."

“Thank you, I yield the floor."

Tags: Open​

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[Lorn Reingard]

Echo Athoth | Michael Angellus | Kahne Porte
Open to any OOS viewing from the Sanctuary

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Echo's words hung in the air, an understanding of alliances and vulnerabilities that felt miles away from Lorn's own, simpler grasp of borders. He ran a hand hesitantly across his beard, his gaze glued to the holofeed, yet his mind saw something else entirely, something far more troubling.

"Allies..." he murmured, the word leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. Allies, he knew, could so easily become burdens, liabilities. He grasped the tactical reasoning, the strategic need for such bonds, but a deep unease gnawed at him. It was more than logic, it was a premonition, a chilling certainty that this entanglement, whatever conflict was brewing out there, would inevitably cast a long, dark shadow over Naboo.

Finally, he turned to Echo, catching the forced, almost painful smile that tugged at her lips. "You're right." he admitted, a sigh escaping him like a held breath. "Statesmanship isn't my strength. But all I truly see is the storm gathering on the horizon."

He paused, searching for the right words to articulate the weight in his heart. "When it comes," he repeated softly, his voice tinged with a quiet resolve, "I know what I have to do. I will protect the Republic. I will stand against the darkness." But a flicker of hope sparked in his eyes, quickly overshadowed by doubt. "But... if we could avoid it all together, if we could just stay out of this Alliance, this rebellion..." He managed a weak smile, the worry clinging to him like a second skin. "Perhaps it's better to focus on building a stronger home, to focus on our own people. Instead of fighting everyone else's battles."

Lorn shrugged, a gesture of helplessness that betrayed the turmoil within. He glanced around the room, his eyes landing on Michael, who had been noticeably avoiding him lately. Thankfully, Kahne had joined his Padawan, it was good to see them spending more time together. Lorn offered Kahne a nod of acknowledgement and gratitude, knowing they shared a similar skepticism, a similar fear, regarding this Alliance.

 

[Phee Zti]

Phee Zti as part of the Confederacy's delegation had stayed silent for most of this summit, preferring to listen and observe. Much has been said but can this experiment really work? The Rodian from Tao really hoped something better would bear fruit out of these discussions. Briefly Phee closed her eyes, thinking of her home, her people. How to best represent them in this situation.

A silent answer came forth in her mind.

Sitting up Representative Zti at last spoke.

"The regency of Tao is willing to accept a certain number of refugees within reason as long as they respect our laws. As terrible as their plight is, let us not forget the possibility that Sith spies and criminals could've easily infiltrated the refugees' ranks. I proposed necessary security measures to root out such elements. That way those who are genuine in need will not be blamed for the actions of a few nor will our security be compromised."

Sighing Phee took a moment to herself before adding.

"I am in favor of unity between our states and organizations; however, should we really call ourselves the Southern Systems Alliance? Why not call ourselves the Coalition or Union of Southern Systems? Surely we are not trying to become another Galactic Alliance."

 

[Echo Athoth]

Naboo
Tags: Lorn Reingard , Kahne Porte , Michael Angellus

Echo Athoth's Locket, Epo-1 Interceptor, BB-055TN "Boston"
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"Perhaps it's better to focus on building a stronger home, to focus on our own people. Instead of fighting everyone else's battles."

"Perhaps... but history teaches us that no actions have the certainty of intended outcomes," she stated. "A great deal of change is coming... one way or another. Proceed with caution, but don't let it stall your step. Naboo has need of all of us."

"You doing okay, Michael?" The Jedi Master inquired as he made his way through the small gathering watching the event that was unfolding. Kahne placed a hand on his shoulder and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "It's good to see you."

You too, Master.

"It seems like more than you could use a distraction," Echo decided, mustering up a light smile. "To be expected, of course. It's not as though the past few months have offered any sort of ease. Yet... we've survived the trial by fire presented by the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders. I believe that should generate some hope that we can face what is to come."

After all...

"Hope is the foundation of the strongest civilizations."

 

[Michael Angellus]

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Journal Entry:
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Great, so Knights Echo Athoth , who no doubt thinks I’m some weird screw up, and Lorn Reingard , who has made a point to tell me I am (if indirectly) are giving me the side eye. Master Kahne Porte is no doubt wondering what is going on. I should go, excuse me.

I didn’t let any of them stop me. I just wanted to go back to my room. Dad, I wish you didn’t die. I don’t want to be here anymore.

 

[Ukvax the Gilded]

Shock filled the Archduke's mind.​

He expected many things, many differing responses.

What he had not expected was the threats upon his person, the threats to fair Geonosis, the threat of blockade, of shutting its foundries down, occuping his world, and pulling all support. This wasn't just an overreaction of the highest order; it effectively signed the death warrant of countless Geonosians, tens of billions of them at the minimum, in order to preserve the lives of a relative handful in comparison to his own people. He may not have cared for his people that much as befitting Geonosian aristocracy - but it disgusted him to toss them away as if they were disposable. Even the disposable drones had their purpose; they proposed nothing but sheer, utter insanity. And to blithely pretend it was meaningless, to pivot away from the discussion of it?

No. He wouldn't tolerate this.

With that, the protocol droid is supplied its lines. Short, simple, but effective.

It spoke.

[BASIC]: "You accuse His Eminence of toying with the lives of billions of non-Geonosians upon Geonosis, yet you condemn tens of billions of Geonosian to a destructive civil war. You dare to pretend to have the compassion for sentients, yet here you sit, threatening blockade, threatening our lives and only means of income in the middle of Gehenbar Hive's extermination. You threaten us with retraction of aid, threaten military forces to occupy our planet and to only give Gehenbar Hive more ammunition. You threaten, and threaten, and threaten, with nothing but the determination to bully an entire species for no reason than not wanting to be mere hounds at your beck and call. You threaten Geonosis with the deaths of countless, innumerable Geonosians, because to you?"

A pause, as the Archduke chattered angrily, and then allowed the droid to translate.

[BASIC]: "We are nothing but a disposable people whose lives matter not, it seems, to the Confederacy's auspices of dominating our planet. To this end, Stalgasin Hive formally withdraws its support for the Foundation, the Confederacy, and the Royal Naboo Republic. Stalgasin Hive formally rejects any acknowledgement of them as a ruling body; you have forced our hand in this regard. Due to this, Stallgasin Hive will begin its own evacuations to get as many Geonosians and non-Geonosians of Geonosis' birth-place off-world. Should you oppose or attempt to enforce said blockade to return them back to a planet in a disastrous civil war right now that will see them butchered, do so - but know you perpetuate a slaughter. A slaughter because of your greedy ambitions to control our planet's future between your supposedly democratic governments. How fitting is it that outsiders deem it fine to slaughter Geonosians in massive droves because of dissent with their governments' ruling policies."

The Geonosian Archduke chattered-chittered, then finished up with his closing lines to the protocol droid.

[BASIC]: "Stalgasin Hive will be departing - any action deemed upon His Eminence, any attempt at arrest, any attempt at restricting a return to Geonosis to at least save as many of his people as he can, will be deemed not only treason of the highest order, but will have the utmost, foremost, in consequences on a galactic scale. His Eminence hopes you are willing to see this reason, at least."

And to that end, the Geonosian delegation made ready to depart, as the Archduke left out the doorway assuming he wasn't obstructed, and with it, allowed to leave with his retinue.

He had to return to Geonosis - quickly, if it meant getting as many of his people as he could off-world. Geonosian Industries' designs, countless assets, likewise, would be taken; his priority, however, owed itself to his people. He would accept nothing less.

He owed that much to them.

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Interacting with: Mother Askani Kalantha Vemric Keldra Xazzex Xivar | Jas Katis Eva Tektus Eva Tektus Briana Sal-Soren Phee Zti FN-999 (restored) Nolan Knightfall Danger Arceneau Judah Dashiell Blakely Moore Pinda Solthar Suhara Villow

TLDR -- Senator Sarn of Enarc (Royal Naboo Republic) is requesting that we pause talks, have a small break, and then reconvene shortly to only discuss the matter of a proposed alliance and that the refugee talks be discussed at a later time, so the focus can be on one thing.

Sibylla sat poised in her seat, hands folded neatly in her lap, her expression a careful mask of measured interest. But beneath the surface, her mind worked quickly, dissecting the shift in conversation. In the span of mere minutes, the discussion had veered from the refugee crisis to something far more precarious -- a proposed alliance between the Royal Republic, the Confederacy, and the Foundation, a humanitarian organization at the forefront of assisting wartorn worlds and refugees.

That, of course, was an undeniable fact. But facts were seldom the whole truth as in her time researching the organizations and individuals invited to attend, Sibylla had discovered that the Foundation was more than just a Humanitarian organization, but had ties to an underground resistance movement. How deep and just how that permeated within the administration of the Foundation was still unknown, but perhaps they would discover that here?

She watched as Alona Soei leaned toward Senator Sarn, murmuring in the Ithorian's direction. No doubt, the Chief of Staff was already supplying information, parsing through the political implications of the new proposal. An alliance of this scale was no simple matter; it was a seismic shift. The refugee crisis was a pressing issue, but Sibylla understood what swam beneath the surface with the potential of power plays but also the benefit of shared resources. Careful steps and questions would certainly need to be taken into consideration.

And then, as if matters weren't already delicate enough, the Archduke of Geonosis decided to make himself known, perhaps, a bit too passionately. His concerns about resources and the impact of the refugee influx were valid on filmsi. But his delivery left much to be desired. His voice, sharp and commanding, filled the chamber, escalating tensions with the Confederacy and derailing the entire conversation, resulting in the implementation of a blockade of Genesis itself. Sibylla resisted the urge to exhale in confusion. She had spent her fair share of time watching city-state representatives filibuster themselves into exhaustion, but witnessing this unfold on a galactic scale was something else entirely.

Back home, within the Royal Assembly and Junior Representative Assembly, there was at least the illusion of unity -- shared culture, shared history, shared values. Here, that illusion shattered under the weight of competing priorities, each world clutching its own interests like a blaster at the hip.

And then, as swiftly as he had arrived, the Archduke departed, his speech lingering in the air like the final echoes of an explosion.

Sibylla straightened as Senator Sarn signaled his request to speak. Approved, his pod lifted, elevating him before the assembly. The Ithorian's deep, measured voice resonated through the chamber, carrying the weight of experience and tempered wisdom.

"It is evident that every representative here is passionate and concerned not only for their own delegates but for the greater galactic stage across the Southern Systems," he began. His tone was steady, a stark contrast to the heated words that had preceded him.

"The original discourse of this meeting was to discuss the refugee crisis and the methods by which we may alleviate and administer their influx into our territories. I would advise that this assembly remain focused on the topic at hand, ensuring that we are aligned in our approach before shifting to another matter of great significance."

A pause. A glance across the chamber.

"However, if an alliance is to be placed on the table for discussion, then I request we adjourn for a brief recess and reconvene with that matter as our sole focus, as such an alliance between the Royal Republic, the Confederacy, and the Foundation is a matter that warrants research, forethought, and deliberate discussion. The consideration of the refugee crisis should be addressed separately, at a time when it can receive the full attention it deserves."

Sibylla watched the ripples his words sent through the room, the shifting postures, the calculating expressions. A smart move to give them all more time, force them to approach the matter with cooler heads rather than the heat of the moment. She had to admit, she approved.

"Let us reconvene shortly with a structured framework -- one that outlines potential terms, concerns, and objectives in a manner befitting the gravity of such a proposal."

A wise recommendation wrapped in diplomacy. Sibylla allowed the smallest hint of a smile to flicker across her lips.

Hopefully, they will now see who was truly prepared to have a serious discourse and negotiate.

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