Location: Naboo
Equipment:
Formal Attire, and a can do attitude
Adron Malvern
Bastille Rommer
Hester Shedo
Vanir Eris
Caesar Kenway
Darth Metus
Daegon Corvinus
Valeria de la Vallée
Draconis would be almost baffled by the response given by the speaker, that the bill in question had been defeated. How could these Viceroys not just have his proposed amendments just put into the bill? Why couldn't they realize that something of this nature when properly undertaken and managed with the brightest of minds with the purest of hearts benefited all of their countrymen? His fist tightened as he felt his face go flush from the proposed answer of his constituents. Surely they were not so short sighted to just deny it all on principle and perceived corruption? They were the Viceroyalty for the Force's sake! If they didn't do something-
And then Bastille took their criticism in mind, particularly his suggestions and added them into the bill. And then resubmitted it to the floor for voting.
WHAT IN THE BLOODY BLUE BLAZES?!?!?!?!
What, what kind of a farce was this?!?! If they knew it was going to be rejected because it lacked proper language why not put that language in
before submitting it to a vote?!?! Where was the sanity? This call for a vote beforehand was a complete waste of time because bureaucrats thought it necessary to just vote on it and make sure it was truly not going to pass, WHEN THEY HAD THE SOLUTION TO FIX THIS AND AVOID WASTING THE TIME IN THE FIRST PLACE!?!?!? Draconis could feel his blood pressure raise at the very thought. The inefficiency. The absolute waste they had just committed. Were they not listening to him? Were any of them actually listening at all? What was the point of any of this, if they were going to waste all of this time, blustering and speaking and posturing if the end product would take this long for something that was so relatively easily to be passed?!?!?!?! What about really important issues would that take days? Weeks? Months even?!?! Just how bloody inept was this body of politicians that they were so stuck in their ways and unable to adapt with concerns, questions and suggestions that were given
during the debate?!?!?! It was any wonder the CDF showed up when the did during the Surric Civil War! These pompous kath hound dung for brains clowns probably spent the whole time DEBATING WHETHER THE SYSTEM WAS WORTH SENDING HELP TO! Draconis was so physically angry right now at this display of folly, that his aide had to reach over and lay a hand on his shoulder.
"Sir I think it would be most unwise for you to leap out of your seat and beat the Viceroy of Ra'Katha for being quite short sighted," He would whisper.
Draconis would sigh audibly, making a mental note that when he left he needed to go practice more mixed martial arts to work out his frustrations with being a Viceroy-Elect. Because one thing was certain.
If this was the accepted standard for conduct in the viceroyalty, Draconis knew he'd have to stay to get these children to get their affairs in order and stop wasting
SO.
MUCH. TIME.
Draconis would look down at the screen again asking for a vote once more, and this time with a bit of irritated force, would push the
Yay button again. Muttering under his breath at how stupid this was that they couldn't just fix it, and get it right the first time. To help himself relax during this, he just pictured himself in whatever time it took to get out of this miserable back to the gym, practicing with his own combat droids. He'd tape a picture of a few of these Viceroys' faces on them to make it that much more cathartic.
Word Count: 613
TWC: 2051