A P E X
After an unseen battle of the Force for control over the vessel, a flurry of missiles was unleashed upon the Senate Hall in order to decimate the Sith below. With the help of the Grandmaster and the missile strike, the gunship was free to move further into safer skies. As they sailed through the air, a dark voice struck out at Dex's mind, along with all those aboard the vessel, yet the veteran did all in his power to block out the unpleasant ranting. Dex was frustrated, noticeably so. The Republic had just been formed and now he was fleeing off world. 'This will never happen again.' Dex vowed. He cast a look to Pherson, who had seated himself down and entered a state of quiet; Dex could relate, he had been there several times before.
"Today, the enemies of Light have made their presence known to us. The Sith are a current and present danger and must be eradicated. They will stop at nothing to annihilate the peace, stability, and prosperity we seek to bring to the galaxy. Only together will we have enough strength to combat this enemy and usher in a new golden era for our loved ones...We intended to meet today on ceremony to sign a declaration that would officially bring the Galactic Republic into existence, so let us do so now. Let us not allow the Sith to rob the Galaxy of its only hope for peace."
With that said, General Dex Rostu of the Republic motioned for an assistant to approach. Within the male's hands were a single document, the treaty, and a quill. The General took the treaty in hand, scrawled his signature upon it, and moved about the beds in the wing to receive their signatures. And just like that, the Republic was born...and the war was just getting started...
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This was far from being over. After making it aboard one of the Republic's Frigates, a hyperspace jump was made which ferried them to the Saelari Medical Center. Tefari and the Senators were swift to receive medical care and the wounded soldiers of the day's attacks were close behind. Dex was relieved to hear that his son had survived as well. The politicians and the Grandmaster had their own wing reserved for their care, and after being stabilized and patched up, Dex paid them a visit. He seated himself at a table and folded his arms across his chest, a somber expression upon his face."Today, the enemies of Light have made their presence known to us. The Sith are a current and present danger and must be eradicated. They will stop at nothing to annihilate the peace, stability, and prosperity we seek to bring to the galaxy. Only together will we have enough strength to combat this enemy and usher in a new golden era for our loved ones...We intended to meet today on ceremony to sign a declaration that would officially bring the Galactic Republic into existence, so let us do so now. Let us not allow the Sith to rob the Galaxy of its only hope for peace."
With that said, General Dex Rostu of the Republic motioned for an assistant to approach. Within the male's hands were a single document, the treaty, and a quill. The General took the treaty in hand, scrawled his signature upon it, and moved about the beds in the wing to receive their signatures. And just like that, the Republic was born...and the war was just getting started...