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Xazzex crossed one leg over the other and slowly swirled the wine in her glass as representatives spoke up. There was interest in an alliance. Interest in dealing with refugees. And there were more than a few questions. Standard fare for a gathering of this nature. It was early on in the days of large organizations -- even if the Foundation was less centralized than either Naboo or the Confederacy -- coming together and all of this was entirely natural. Nothing worth becoming unsettled at even if some ideas were surprisingly bold or idealistic.
Until the glass came to an abrupt stop, perched between two fingers, as the Archduke declared the three bodies would be required to accept ten billion -- with an emphatic b -- refugees from Geonosis that were themselves not Geonosian. The man's "plea" for the good of these people might make sense of such a declaration if it weren't for the sheer magnitude of idea. He sought to tug at the heartstrings of those present, proclaiming all these alien peoples to be at risk during this Civil War -- or grab for power. Tugging heartstrings as a wise move, but it was heavily outweighed by the fact the Archduke had said ten billion. The staggering number alone would blind any politician to the request instantly. Discussions were already beside themselves at the thought of thousands, or perhaps a few million.
The Archduke went on to proclaim their refusal would be broadcast, which wouldn't lessen the shock nor engender compliance any more. Sure, it would sound bad to those that didn't listen to even the full sound bite: Archduke of Geonosis demands ten billion aliens leave Geonosis immediately. So, all the galactic community had to do was find a planet not already populated capable of supporting ten billion sapient lifeforms complete with rebuilding shelters and supplying necessary nutrition... when the galaxy was already up in arms at times concerning finding sustainable food and maintaining proper distribution to the trillions in the galaxy.
That being said, the Confederacy would happily help build all those new shelters. Xazzex's contacts would happily help with the distribution. All these things in isolation would be beneficial financially, but it was the entirety of the request that would cause even good intentions to fold like a cheap suit.
The Vice-head didn't even shift her eyes to look in
Vemric Keldra
's direction as the man whispered orders to
Jas Katis
in the wake of this abrupt turn. She had shockingly good hearing, especially when she was seated next to someone. The wine glass was slowly drawn into closer to her torso with its base set upon the palm of her other hand.
To also claim the Archduke was making threats? Vemric was being unusually blunt when he had her on hand to take the heat for being seemingly heartless; the Sephi must have been quite upset. After all, it would have been more politically convenient to claim the blockade was for Geonosis' own good. An effort to prevent outside forces from otherwise influencing the proclaimed Civil War for control of the planet. They'd extract the people -- purportedly -- and leave the Geonosians to settle their internal matters.
With Vemric shifting to materials and trade, Xazzex took the opportunity to take a drink of her wine. Yes, if they withdrew resources from the planet and had to relocate the factories elsewhere... this could be quite the boon to those that acted quickly. It would hurt those with established power already, but they could reclaim it elsewhere if it came down to it. Those aware of her signals would hopefully be taking action now to secure their place in line; it was more often than not first come first served.
After a few moments, and others weighing on the Alliance -- or other plume de nom as
Phee Zti
proposed -- the Archduke had a response of his own. The wine glass resumed its rotation between her fingers as she listened to the man. Obviously he was upset. Not surprising given Vemric's statements. Though to withdrawl their recognition of the individual entities -- let alone the combined forces -- was... unexpected.
As the Archduke closed and made to depart, Xazzex's free hand reached over and with the tips of her fingers perched along the rim of the wine glass she slowly moved it to a side table and set it down. Whenever she had a glass, it was always in her hand, but when relationships completely broke down... well, certain interests should be made aware of the seriousness of the situation. The Falleen ruler wondered if he fully appreciated the threat the three bodies combined could represent, leaving them to make their own decision how they will... The Sith and Geonosis had dismissed the Confederacy once before, back on Geonosis, as being unable to enforce its will. A smile did grace her dark lips in that moment. Now, it would seem, they would find out just how many teeth had been behind that smile.
Sibylla Abrantes
proposed a brief adjournment to discuss recent matters and to return to resume talk of unity once more. It was not a bad move. It would allow representatives to work out any concerns or questions, or make initial preparations for whatever they believed might come of the heated exchange. Such concerns settled, they could better focus on the reason the assembly had been called. Xazzex would leave it to Vemric to declare the Confederacy's intent to break or seek to retain audience, however. He was the Head of State and present for these proceedings; unless he signaled for her to take the fore, of course.
It wouldn't hurt to refill her glass.
Until the glass came to an abrupt stop, perched between two fingers, as the Archduke declared the three bodies would be required to accept ten billion -- with an emphatic b -- refugees from Geonosis that were themselves not Geonosian. The man's "plea" for the good of these people might make sense of such a declaration if it weren't for the sheer magnitude of idea. He sought to tug at the heartstrings of those present, proclaiming all these alien peoples to be at risk during this Civil War -- or grab for power. Tugging heartstrings as a wise move, but it was heavily outweighed by the fact the Archduke had said ten billion. The staggering number alone would blind any politician to the request instantly. Discussions were already beside themselves at the thought of thousands, or perhaps a few million.
The Archduke went on to proclaim their refusal would be broadcast, which wouldn't lessen the shock nor engender compliance any more. Sure, it would sound bad to those that didn't listen to even the full sound bite: Archduke of Geonosis demands ten billion aliens leave Geonosis immediately. So, all the galactic community had to do was find a planet not already populated capable of supporting ten billion sapient lifeforms complete with rebuilding shelters and supplying necessary nutrition... when the galaxy was already up in arms at times concerning finding sustainable food and maintaining proper distribution to the trillions in the galaxy.
That being said, the Confederacy would happily help build all those new shelters. Xazzex's contacts would happily help with the distribution. All these things in isolation would be beneficial financially, but it was the entirety of the request that would cause even good intentions to fold like a cheap suit.
The Vice-head didn't even shift her eyes to look in
Vemric Keldra
's direction as the man whispered orders to
Jas Katis
in the wake of this abrupt turn. She had shockingly good hearing, especially when she was seated next to someone. The wine glass was slowly drawn into closer to her torso with its base set upon the palm of her other hand.To also claim the Archduke was making threats? Vemric was being unusually blunt when he had her on hand to take the heat for being seemingly heartless; the Sephi must have been quite upset. After all, it would have been more politically convenient to claim the blockade was for Geonosis' own good. An effort to prevent outside forces from otherwise influencing the proclaimed Civil War for control of the planet. They'd extract the people -- purportedly -- and leave the Geonosians to settle their internal matters.
With Vemric shifting to materials and trade, Xazzex took the opportunity to take a drink of her wine. Yes, if they withdrew resources from the planet and had to relocate the factories elsewhere... this could be quite the boon to those that acted quickly. It would hurt those with established power already, but they could reclaim it elsewhere if it came down to it. Those aware of her signals would hopefully be taking action now to secure their place in line; it was more often than not first come first served.
After a few moments, and others weighing on the Alliance -- or other plume de nom as
Phee Zti
proposed -- the Archduke had a response of his own. The wine glass resumed its rotation between her fingers as she listened to the man. Obviously he was upset. Not surprising given Vemric's statements. Though to withdrawl their recognition of the individual entities -- let alone the combined forces -- was... unexpected.As the Archduke closed and made to depart, Xazzex's free hand reached over and with the tips of her fingers perched along the rim of the wine glass she slowly moved it to a side table and set it down. Whenever she had a glass, it was always in her hand, but when relationships completely broke down... well, certain interests should be made aware of the seriousness of the situation. The Falleen ruler wondered if he fully appreciated the threat the three bodies combined could represent, leaving them to make their own decision how they will... The Sith and Geonosis had dismissed the Confederacy once before, back on Geonosis, as being unable to enforce its will. A smile did grace her dark lips in that moment. Now, it would seem, they would find out just how many teeth had been behind that smile.
Sibylla Abrantes
proposed a brief adjournment to discuss recent matters and to return to resume talk of unity once more. It was not a bad move. It would allow representatives to work out any concerns or questions, or make initial preparations for whatever they believed might come of the heated exchange. Such concerns settled, they could better focus on the reason the assembly had been called. Xazzex would leave it to Vemric to declare the Confederacy's intent to break or seek to retain audience, however. He was the Head of State and present for these proceedings; unless he signaled for her to take the fore, of course.It wouldn't hurt to refill her glass.
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