Forged in Fire
FEDERAL ASSEMBLY: A RENAISSANCE ERA STORY
SIGN OF THE TIMES| Following the collapse of nations...
“Live in 3, 2….”
“Good morning, Galactic City. I’m Halifax Hewitt, and this is HNN.”
The jingle which preceded every broadcast rang over the holowaves as the logo settled into the corner of the screen.
“This morning, we’ve received word the Federal Assembly is set to meet following the destruction of the Eternal Empire, fall of the Ashlan Crusade, and the sudden turbulence within the Empire. This is the first gathering since the emergency measures to install a vice chancellery came to light, and there is no word yet on if the rules committee plans to pursue an investigation of the sudden motion.”
A slight pause allowed the weight of the words to sink in.
“The vote over Jakku has surely divided party lines enough, and has set the stage for further division in today’s meeting. While no formal legislature is to be proposed, the discussion will set the tone for the planets who have awoken to find themselves without leadership. Joining me today is Artur Vermoc, former Senate Scribe and political commentator.”
A second man joined the broadcast, filming from an astute office. Rows of books and holopads decorated the shelves behind him. A smile bore the cockiness only a Corellian could carry.
“Thank you for having me, Halifax.”
“My pleasure, Mr. Vermoc. Over the holonet, debate is firing up, with no clear prediction on how the votes today will carry. Can you provide us with your insight?”
“Well,” As he began, a deft hand adjusted his cufflinks. “I too find myself locked in the same debate. To start with what we know - a power vacuum like this has not been seen for decades, and sets the stage for galactic disaster if swift action is not taken. There are sure to be… festering wounds still oozing from the slights delivered in the emergency session.
“What’s more troublesome is the nature of the problem. While we’ve dealt with foreign affairs aplenty, the magnitude wholly escalates the situation. No longer is it simply a request for aid, or a trade partnership which protects a hyperlane. This is beyond us. Some would argue, myself included, as we now stand the grandfather of nations, it is our duty to offer what guidance and protection we can. Others would contest, and I sense a return of the phrase Coruscant First in our near future.
“Whilst we can normally expect the concordist to side with the more benevolent of votes, one must weigh the cost of aiding our neighbors and exposing ourselves. Federalists would agree, though there is an argument to be made that this is an opportunity to expand our borders and grow our government, with no one to contest. I expect the populists will be wholly opposed and seek grants to renew planetary fleets after the war, though those on the border wars may be more agreeable, if expansion would see them better insulated against threats.”
“And the corporatists?”
“The million credit question.” Both men cracked a smile for the poor joke. “I think we will see more disconnect amongst the businessmen than any other. Whilst larger companies - The Commerce Guild, The Trade Federation - would thrive with Alliance delivering assistance to those needy planets, Ashlan Space was several parsecs away. Planetary corporations and those without galactic infrastructure would not see the profit; in fact, they may lose credits as they are forced to compete with new imports from weaker economies.”
“Interesting. Those words uttered in the Chambers today will shape the next page of our history, to be certain. That’s our time for today, we’ll speak with you soon, Mr. Vermoc. Galactic City, tune into our three o’clock coverage for an update on the discussions.”
MEANWHILE, IN THE SENATE BUILDING...
The holoscreen in Jakku’s pod flickered black as Vice Chancellor Vahl rose to meet the Senate. The tension was thick as desert molasses. Good. If they were on their toes, they could not scheme. Garbed in her normal ensemble of cloak and suit, she had only chosen to add a circlet around her forehead. If the media outlets wanted to paint her a despot, she would play the part.
“My dear senators,” She began, measured. “It is with a heavy heart that we meet today. You have all been briefed on the near instantaneous collapse of our neighbors. While no one mourns Empires, the fall of the Ashlan Crusade will be a terrible thing in the eternal war against darkness. At this time, no word has been heard from our neighbors in the Silver Concord; Foreign Affairs is working with the Committee on Intelligence to form a recon mission.
“Yet, as lights flicker throughout the galaxy, ours burn brighter than ever. We have proven with the destruction of the Brotherhood of the Maw freedom will not stand to be threatened. Now we face a war we cannot fight with rifles and sabers. We must navigate unprecedented times, ensuring membership thrives, whilst finding balance protecting our own; from rampant crime, from tyrannical idealogy these planetary governments have committed to, and from the economic crisis that stems to grow from this galactic shift.”
A piercing gaze scanned the rows of pods below her.
“I call this session in order to rule our policy going forward on expansion and foreign affairs. The floor is open for debate.”