Search for Peace

[Zaira Raghul]

Zaira stood outside the hallway waiting for the guest to arrive any minute now she was the only representative to greet two delegates, everyone else had something to do. While the other politicians were focus on the first election for the New Republic. Today was going to be busy a delegation for peace between three factions, if things go smoothly than each will leave with a new allies.. if something happens than things might turn out differently. She clear her throat not wanting to think about the possibility of something going wrong, but she knew nothing in this galaxy is perfect there was bound to be something that will go wrong.

*Beep Beep*

The noise snap Zaira out of her thoughts she look down at her datapad, it was notification letting her know that someone was arriving. Straightening out her suit she begin to walk towards the window seeing a ship out side that did not belong to NR, she couldn't help but smile at the view.


[member="Natasi Fortan"], [member="Horus"], [member="Jack Raxis"], [member="Klesta"]

 

[Klesta]

For some reason his favorite aide Tiffany vanished off to some casino to play blackjack, so Klesta had to make do with the usual security fare for this conference that promised peace and, for Klesta, as ambassador from Hosnian Prime, trade talks as well. The only dark-sided faction that was actually economically competent was there, and Klesta couldn't gauge whether the Commonwealth, for all of its militaristic bent, had any economic competence. He knew too little about the Commonwealth but the First Order was rather interventionist, maybe not to Keynesian level, but enough to say that they actually did something. The Sith factions all had a near-common economic policy, which was highly protectionistic aside of a few sectors, and restrictive even internally. He knew the Mandos only cared about the defense industries, but how would the Commonwealth actually act to this end? That's what he would love to find out.

"I'm Klesta, Ambassador from Hosnian Prime. I'm here regarding the diplomatic talks between the New Republic, the First Order and the Commonwealth"

[member="Zaira Raghul"] [member="Horus"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Natasi Fortan"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Zaira Raghul"] [member="Klesta"] [member="Dek Ryken"]


Valerian stood silent behind the President. He wasn't sure which Party she represented yet. With the kickoff of the new Elections there was much buzz about the place. Most folks knew openly that Valerian had submitted himself as a candidate for the Populist Party. The intervention of big government would be a burden on the Serpena people. Regulation of trade would drive of shadier business associates and the overall taxation would take a toll on the smaller man.

Grunting slightly he raised his pipe, striking a match to fill the air with the scent of sweet leaf, and rotten eggs.

"I see you are already making a name for yourself M'lady."

Valerian puffed the pipe again, and dropped his gloved hand to his belt to procure more leaf. His garments were hand woven cloth of golden emroidery and red cloth. Much like a trench-coat.

"I'll be here to watch and advise you personally. As a Governor of Serpena I take a particular interest in your doings. Have no fear though, I am at your disposal."

It was a partial lie. His snake personality allowed no such thing as being at folks disposal. It was the will of the people, the Small guy or nothing to Valerian. She was in for a crash course in Politics.

 

[Horus]

The MPD-11a was silent and smooth in its course. The troop bay wasn't particularly full, a detachment of marines from the Commonwealth Army were seated nearest to the cockpit, arguing over something trivial as one of their datapads blasted music. Beside the marines was Fireteam Black, they'd get the occasional wary glance from the marines but otherwise kept to themself and were left alone.

Fireteam Black was the private special operatives for the Lord of Admirals, and often were his bodyguards. They were comprised of an easy truce, an intelligence field agent, a naval spec op and a soldier from the Corps. "Would you turn off that classical music you're playing?" the pilot shouted from the helm.

"Docking in three.." the Crew Chief announced over an intercom. Fireteam Black hustled for the door, while the marines quickly packed up their belongings and stood at attention behind them, the music cut out. Horus, Lord of Admirals, stood ahead of Fireteam Black. The MPD's wheels made contact with the dock, the troop bay adjusted pressure with a hiss and the doors slowly peeled away. They stepped out and onto the tarmac.

[member="Valerian Valkyrie"] [member="Klesta"] | [member="Zaira Raghul"]

 

[Klesta]

"Klesta from Hosnian Prime has arrived, ladies and gentlemen"

Klesta began to make his planning about the terms a potential peace agreement between the three factions: free trade agreements, if only limited in scope, between all three parties would have to be on the table to Klesta's eyes, especially since the threat of Mandalorian embargoes loom large, but the Sith factions (Dark Empire, Brotherhood of Darkness, Sith Triumvirate, Sith Assassins and Nothing to See Here) did not impose and had no intention of imposing embargoes just yet, and the First Order being a party in this treaty would probably deter them from imposing embargoes on any of these three parties. He was on Serpena for that reason. He was the one who arrived first from those external to Serpena. Now he was in the presence of [member="Zaira Raghul"] and [member="Valerian Valkyrie"], he began talking about his proposal, whereas unlike most peace talks he knew about, economics would be part of the game.

"In the face of the threat of a Mandalorian embargo, I propose that a free trade agreement provision to be added so as to provide a basis for an economic alliance"

[member="Zaira Raghul"] @Horus @Valerian Valkyrie [member="Dek Ryken"] [member="Natasi Fortan"]

 

[Leos Palle]

"Alright listen up," Dek said as he addressed those in the RepSec ready room. "We have multiple heads of state coming in for a visit with our President. That means we have multiple bodies that we must keep alive at all costs. They're on our soil, which gives us a chance to show everyone that we are a competent state. This will be a first test of our newly formed Security force and I expect it go off without issue.

"However, I must make you aware of what information I have available to me. One of these heads of state is an Admiral for a government we know little of. A commonwealth or something. Military state, but supposedly one like minded to our own, meaning they want to obtain peace and dispose of those who don't. Other than this we know little about him or his government, so be on your guard at all times with him and his entourage. Expect nothing to ever be as it seems."

He paused and tapped fingers against plasteel tabletop as he waited a moment to impart worse upon them.

"Our other guest is a First Order leader," he began, but was forced to hold up his hands to quiet a storm of outcries. "I know, I know. Trust me. These people aren't exactly on my list of people to share tea with. However, they have made it known that they come with non-hostile intentions and wish to speak with our President on diplomatic matters. Which means we are obligated to ensure her safety and I expect everyone that joins me to remember that. Failure to do your job will be disciplined thoroughly, and let me be clear: if you fail me today, and I find out it was done on purpose, I will personally end your career in Republic space or any other friendly space, and have you thrown into prison."

That got them all to quiet down. Finally. Threats were sometimes necessary, though they were not his first choice. Dek was a good soldier, but he openly preferred to negotiate issues rather than resolve them through force. It was more amenable to both sides to do so.

"I will personally be taking lead with our First Order guest because I figure I can stomach it better than most of you. Captain Tames has already left with his squad to provide security detail for President Raghul. Captain Meras will take half of you to meet our Commonwealth guest."

Meras stood and signaled for her ten others to rise and follow her. That left him with ten of his own, which was plenty. No others would be spared from normal RepSec work, especially with military personnel on standby should anything go to hell in a handbasket. Not that he expected it to do so. Their world was pretty darn secure, as he saw it, so unless a visitor brought trouble with them, it was unlikely that any hostilities would exist outside of political interests. Except, perhaps, with Natasi Fortan. People didn't really care for First Order types among Republic worlds, so special care would be taken towards her.

With everyone else departed, Dek rounded up his ten and set off for landing platform four, which was designated for First Order landing. All ten individuals with him ensured a secure perimeter while he stood forward center, waiting for an arriving shuttle to bring their guest.

[member="Zaira Raghul"] [member="Klesta"] [member="Valerian Valkyrie"] [member="Horus"] [member="Natasi Fortan"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi Fortan was unconcerned with her safety in this region of the galaxy. She understood why, perhaps, the people of this 'New Republic' might have thought otherwise, but they were new here. Natasi had been a major influence on this region of the galaxy since before any of them had ever hatched a scheme for this 'New Republic'. Wildly popular as she was in First Order space, Natasi had personally directed enough propaganda, financial and humanitarian aid to the neighboring areas of the galaxy that she was confident she could wander the streets without so much as a catcall, let alone an attempt on her life. But it seemed to suit these newcomers to paint Natasi as such a villain that her very life would be in danger if she so much as showed her face on the street.

It was puzzling. It wasn't that this New 'New Republic' was mistaken, it just seemed that they were certain of so much that just wasn't so.

The 'New Republic', Natasi had mused. How very strange that there now seemed to be two of them. She had been aware of the first, even applauded some of their self-determination. The second one was troubling, as it seemed interested in setting up shop in the First Order's backyard, and more troubling still since it seemed determined to hate her and the First Order for no apparent reason. The First Order had been nothing if not generous over the last several years. A minor slip at Eriadu had been remediated rather handily, and since then they had existed more or less on the straight and narrow, as far as anyone else in the galaxy was concerned. But, she supposed, when you're dealing with novices in galactic politics, you must be prepared to deal with people who react to the mere presence of white armor with a level of indignation typically reserved for the destruction of Alderaan.

Natasi had arrived out of curiosity, more than anything else. The First Order had no quarrel with this New 'New Republic' -- yet -- and she would like to keep it that way. If all they wanted was to set up their little sector of the galaxy and live in peace, then she was perfectly happy to welcome them with her best wishes.

At any rate, her shuttle touched down and she stepped out with the rest of her delegation, including [member="Sioux Chambers"], who had the traditional gift chest. She strolled forward in a white skirt suit and traveling cloak, looking for all the world like a beacon of peace and justice, and she favored [member="Dek Ryken"] with a dazzling diplomatic smile. "Good day. I bring you the warm greetings of the Supreme Leader of the First Order."

 

[Iroatas]

Natasi Fortan.

Sioux Chambers.

Both of them members of the cause.

The shrouded Knight of Ren was silent on the journey to this delegation. He wasn't rude, he wasn't unkind, he was just a servant. If a question had been asked, a deep, rumbling answer had been given. He didn't speak a lot, but he didn't need to. He didn't need to explain why he existed. He didn't need to explain why he was there. The Supreme Leader was a mystery. The Supreme Leader gave the Order to the Master of Ren. The Master of Ren delivered it to his Maelibus servant.

Knight of Ren.

He no longer served the One Sith. Former siblings, long dead.

If he was ordered, they would be killed.

For he was simple, and he did not question commands.

A single goal he had here.

To protect Natasi Fortan.

His home planet of Iego was upon the other side of the Galaxy, few here would have ever seen a creature such as him here. A single crab covered hand slipped out of his cloak to pull the ridiculously large hood over his head. An imposing statue, nearly ten feet tall, why even hide his face? It was clear he was no human. The only thing the massive cloak he bore didn't cover was the silver lightclub on his waist. The only badge he needed to designate his position as a Knight of Ren in the presence of [member="Natasi Fortan"] and her attendant.

The Maelibus's black eyes settled on [member="Dek Ryken"] after [member="Natasi Fortan"] had greeted him. Around them, a quick count brought them to ten.

Flimsy men and women.

Easily dispatched.

But he remained silent, the only threat was his behemoth size.

Tvarka Ren, was for all intents and purposes

Silence.

 

[Klesta]

"Greetings, Valerian"

Klesta could remember that state visit that went nowhere; at the time he was the senator from Hosnian Prime. As with the last state visit where he was to take part in negotiations with the First Order, Now he was just an ambassador from that same planet. Tiffany would likely tell him that it was a risky move, but Klesta was willing to add in some economic clause in the schtick that many a peace conference simply take for granted. All he knew about the First Order was that it was more economically competent than the other dark-sided factions of days past, especially the Sith factions. The One Sith felt the need to made a partial lifting of embargoes to cover light-sided consumer goods and then, only certain categories of these. But the Mandalorian embargoes on the Republic did a lot more harm than even the OS embargo. He sought to alleviate the economic problems of such an alliance. To him, it made sense that a military alliance also covers into the civilian aspects of it. He then continued about a question:

"All that I currently know about the Commonwealth is that it appears to be a primarily militaristic faction. How will a three-way free trade agreement fit the New Republic? Do the scope of such a thing need to be limited?"

[member="Iroatas"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Dek Ryken"] [member="Horus"] [member="Valerian Valkyrie"] [member="Zaira Raghul"]