The burden of politics [GR dominion for Tholatin]

[Mak Manto]

Post: 3/20
Objective: B
Location: Refugee Camp

Sitting at the table and alone in the room, he placed his holocommunicator on it before the image appeared to him, a miniature holographic [member="Mantic Dorn"] standing on the table looking at him.

"Good to see you, Mantic. We have a problem here and we need to take care of it fast. I just busted a small time gun dealer among the refugees and he gave me the name of a supplier of weapons in exchange for a lesser sentence."

"The name's Syna Brin. I never heard of it before, so I ran it through the Republic's database and HoloNet to see what it would find. Apparently, she's a well known agent of chaos who tries to dismantle fledgling governments by causing strife. Her only goal is to create more fighting, which means wars and battles upon which she's able to sell more weapons."

"She's on the planet somewhere..."

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Senate Debate
Objective: Debate their faces off with bullets
Allies: Very few people

The clone's rifle wavered as he stared down the barrel that was pointed at the Prime Minister, something wouldn't let him pull the trigger. Was it her authority? The weight that she carried? The clone was beginning to sweat under their helmet and Patricia smiled for a split second before the expression vanished.

"Do it CT-B1894, this is a direct order! Shoot her!" The woman yelled to clone.

All around them an outnumbered senate guard were fighting to the last man to protect the officials of the republic, bodies littered the outside of both clone troopers and senate guards. Blood being spilt for causes unknown to the republic officials. Blaster fire and slugs echoed and hissed down the hall, random calls of "man down" we're being shouted left and right. But none of that mattered at this moment, what mattered was what was happening between this clone trooper and the Prime Minister.

"I SAID SHOOT HER CT-B1892!!" Patricia said screaming at nearly the top of her lungs.

The clone trooper paused and soon dropped his weapon down and let it hit the ground with metallic clang.

"That's not my name." The clone said quietly.

Taking off their helmet they faced turned around to face Patricia and let his helmet fall to the floor of the booth. The crowd would see the clones face and it was that of [member="Preliat Mantis"]

"My name is Bear." The clone said as they sucker punched Patricia.

The woman fell to the ground and the clone looked down at her with disgust.

"And I choose to stand with the republic, and the Prime Minister. There's been enough of my families blood spilt over you. You're under arrest." The clone said as he picked up his creator.

"This is Captain Bear, stand down everyone. The prime minister is in control. Get me a gunship, I'm taking mom to jail." He said as he held an unconscious Patricia.

The clone troopers stopped firing and around the senate hall the clones began to focus on dealing with the casualties. As for the trooper holding a limp Patricia they would soon exit the hall and head out towards the steps to one of the gunships that had brought them in.

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Ashler de Dedhart"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Darion Blackstaff"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Post: 12/20
Objective: B
Location: Refugee Camp

Mantic furrowed a brow as he listened to [member="Mak Manto"] explain what he had discovered. War mongers were a burden for the republic at all times and they never seemed to disapear. Then, they could never stop trying.

"Good to se you to Master Manto..." he started with a smile and a short bow.

"I cant say I heard the name before. Obviously we need to act on this though." he scratched his beard and pondered.

"I know of a man inside the Republic Intelligence that might be able to help us locate this Syna Brin. Shall I try to use that contact or do you propose an alternative route?" he asked and folded his arms. He knew that searching the underworld without leads would be a very lengthy procedure. But perhaps that was their only option...

 

[Darion Blackstaff]

Objective A
Post 13/20

Darion started to cough furiously at his pod. A small blob of slime forcing its way up through his dry throat.

"thank the force... " he whispered as he had to grab the reeling of his stand to avoid collapse on the floor. Order seemed to be restored for the moment but he still needed time to calm his nerves. This entire episode was heart breaking. The weakness the republic had shown on this day was overwhelming. How could something like this even be allowed. His mind rushed as he was going over people to blame for this.

Mean while his servants found their way back, slowly and rather embarrased they checked on him but he cursed them away. If it had not been illegal he would have had them whipped for leaving him alone like this.

the question now was if the debate would continue or if the session would be postponed. With a tired sigh he sat down and looked around shaking his head at what must be one of the biggest scandals the senate had seen in modern times.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Ashler de Dedhart"]

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

"Good choice, Captain," Lasedri stated flatly. He was not necessarily to blame for threatening her life. The man was simply following orders in both instances. But now Garter would pay, and what was left of the attending Senate Guard and the conflicted clone legion cleared the way around the station the red-dressed woman occupied and took her by the wrists and ushered her out of the chambers and to the landing dock, where she would board a ship and be taken to detainment. If she was convicted for this--as one might expect--she would likely not see the light of day for a very long time.

Following the relieved, collective sigh of the Senate and observing nation at large, the Prime Minister returned to her forceful demeanor and looked to the assembly for permission to end this. "Due to what has just occurred, I'd like to request a motion that my office take control for the time being." To circumvent the republican process would be folly, naturally. "We do not need a Republic in disarray. This outrage calls for a solid hand for now." That was why she was here, was it not? To execute order when things went south? Gen would need to take the reigns until it was safe to return to the status quo.

"Should you pass this motion, I will adjourn the Senate." Today was already a rough day.

[member="Darion Blackstaff"]. [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Faith Balor-Organa"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Ashler de Dedhart"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Senate Debate
Objective: Let the babies graduate
Allies: Very few people

When Patricia awoke the woman let out a very long sigh as she rubbed her head, with a cough or two she slowly sat up on the seat of a D-22 drop ship. Her hands were cuffed and around her were a squad of Spaarti grown clone troopers. The woman looked over to Captain Bear with a look of upset that a mother would give to her child.

"Did you have to hit me that hard?" Patricia asked the clone.

Captain bear chuckled along with the other clone troopers among them, his teeth flashed with a smile and he looked over to his mother with an apologetic smile.

"You said to make it look convincing." The clone said in response.

"Yeah but not that convincing, it friggen hurt." Patricia sighed and rubbed at her nose.

"Well punches to the face will do that." Bear said with another chuckle turning a bit more sad.

The mood in the dropship shifted and the clones surrounded Patricia putting their hands on her shoulders and each other. With their helmets off their sad eyes filled the cabin and the men and women of the clone legions began to tear up.

"You guys knew this day was coming, you were born for one reason and one reason only. To protect the republic from itself, in this time of uncertainty and loss the republic needs a firm hand to guide them to safety. And that hand isn't mine, it's Genevieve's. There's no one I trust more than this to see you through this." Patricia said with a hoarse voice.

She had been with the clones for the last seven years of her life and they were her children, and while she was going to miss them there were always more on Cartao. But the alpha wave of clone troopers contracted for the republic would be passed on, it was time to let her kids leave the nest.

"We're going to miss you mom." An Isard clone said sadly.

"I'm going to miss you too Tick, just remember I'm always going to be there for you." Patricia said in response.

"Do we get the HRD ready?" Captain Bear asked.

"Yeah, don't worry I'll be fine." Patricia put her head against Bear's and gave him a kiss on his forehead before standing up.

Taking a jump pack from the side of the ship along with a heavy covering robe she jumped from the dropship and down towards the streets to blend in as robbed vagabond.

What would be taken to the detention center would be a extremely near perfect HRD, Patricia couldn't be expected to wear those god awful jumpsuits after all. The guards and medical staff had been paid off and what had just happened to the senate and republic only continued to get deeper if anyone were to jump into the rabbit hole.

[exit Patricia]
[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Ashler de Dedhart"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Darion Blackstaff"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location:Senate Floor
Objective: A
Posts: 14/20

Kay looked at [member="Ashler de Dedhart"] as he seemed to have been enjoying all of this. He met her gaze and she just shook her head with a look that said, 'Now was not the time'. Of course she had meant for him to show his amusement and not about what he was really thinking about.

And then she could see [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] stepping in. But like all the others, instead of helping [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] , they all just watched to see what would happen. And what they had witnessed was the Prime Minister taking control of the usurper and her clone army. It was as thrilling as it was alarming. And what the Prime Minister had asked from the Senate afterwards gave Kay a bad feeling. Yet she had to follow along. There was no other way that she knew of at the moment that would save herself from execution.

Kay cleared her throat a little and then turned on her mic. "Commenor stands by the motion presented by the Prime Minister..." She then shut off her mic and stepped back, glancing over to [member="Darion Blackstaff"] to see what he had to say.

 

[Megàn Alestria]

Objective: Represent Tholatin
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Post: [ 03/20 ]

"Miss Alestria, you're late..." the man on her right muttered. "They may already be voting... Or even worse, they could have already made the decision..."

"Don't worry. I'll be there. I don't care what the Republic thinks, they can not make any decisions about Tholatin without our agreement. Otherwise it would be a violation against our sovereignty," Megàn replied as she marched through the halls of the Senate Building

She took a deep breath before she would step into the Galactic Senate Chamber. And then she stepped in. She was in her pod -- one of the most notable symbols of the Galactic Republic's democracy and freedom. She loved being there for once. For this one time, she was able to act as a representative for the planet she was born on, on which she served as the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

She would have wanted to have a speech, but she had no idea of what the Senate were discussing, so she just took a seat and remained silent.

 

[Darion Blackstaff]

Objective A
Post 14/20

Things were moving fast now. Too fast?

While the senate had just experienced a scandal it was also a most threatening situation to the many present. Would they all be ready to think straight? Was he thinking straight himself?

"With all due respect..." he tried and coughed.

"With the fate of Tholatin at our fingertips I do vote for the prime minister to step in. But only with the addendum that it lasts until the crisis on Tholatin and the senate security has been resolved. Not further."

He sat down. Was she proposing something else? It was all a bit blurry to him.

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Megàn Alestria"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

4/20

It began, and then it changed. She watched the interaction, watched and listened. Did it make sense for the PM to take charge right now? Why? How was this so very different than any other time? The Clones were not threatening anyone right now. Was that not the immediate threat?

She remembered a lesson that one of her teachers said, We study the past to make sure we do not make the same mistakes. Faith couldn't bring herself to make the vote, it stuck in her throat to do so. She knew Gen liked power, even at times reveled in it. It would be very difficult for her to give up power. She remembered their conversation about her being in office, and why.

Faith still standing from all the commotion, had two choices abstain, or outright vote no. But first the question

"Prime Minister, what exactly are you proposing when you say take control for the time being?"

Some people voted too quickly, without asking for clarifications.

[member="Darion Blackstaff"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Megàn Alestria"]

 

[Mak Manto]

Post: 4/20
Objective: B
Location: Refugee Camp

This was why he had contacted [member="Mantic Dorn"]. While he would never say it to the man, Mak knew he had the makings of a leader. There would come a day soon enough where he could see Mantic becoming Grandmaster, leading the Order to a better future. Nodding to his suggestion, Mak took a deep inhale on his pipe.

"We'll go with that route then. What is his name and how do I contact him?"

 

[Commander Lusk]

Location: Senate Debate
Objective: Enter Lusk
Allies: The Republic
11/20

A single D-22 drop ship shot out of hyperspace and landed right into orbit of the republic capital. There was much going on in the republic that senators and blind old politicians could not see, winds of change that blew at gale force yet have gone unseen by their foolish eyes. The D-22 ship logs had been scrubbed clean and pilot who was a trained Spaarti commando had gotten to set them down at the Senate building.

Their clone brothers and sister had been officially passed off to the republic and their mother had made sure they were all officially free to serve and protect without her having her fingers in the pie, it was time to let go and begin the cycle of growth anew to usher in another army.

But back to what was happening now. The clone commandos had been ordered to the senate hall, Lusk was needed to help take charge of the situation and ensure that their brothers and sisters stuck to the plan. Though their hearts would long for their mother they had a job to do, and that job was to safeguard the helpless and ensure that the burden that was politics did not interfere with the destruction of the Sith, the safety of innocent, and light that was the republic. Dark forces had infiltrated the republic, Sith collaborators, spies, people who worked their way up the ranks only to stab the republic in the back.

So loyalty was key, loyalty to your brothers and sisters, and supreme loyalty to one above them all. With the D-22 touching down at the Senate hall Lusk took his submachine gun, popped a fresh magazine into it, then motioned for the other four commandos to fall out.

"Get the prisoners to the holding area, we must ensure that our brothers remain loyal. With mothers absence we must continue to fight." Lusk said to the pilot before stepping off the ship.

Once on the ground Lusk could see thousands of his brothers and sisters collecting wounded and shuttling them off to medical stations, laying dead both clones and senate guards into body bags. He hated losing brothers, but this was necessary. Advancing into the Senate hall the commandos flanking his side their feet pushed past brass casings and blood splatters, a few pieces of shrapnel here or there. Lusk had to hand it to the senate guards, when they were trapped they could actually do something.

"Glitch, move up and get us access to the ministers pod inform her we have arrived back. We must be seen standing by her and deliver the news ourselves." Lusk said as he tromped down the halls his boots hitting the ground in a distinguished cadence.

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Ashler de Dedhart"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Darion Blackstaff"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Post: 15/20
Objective: B
Location: Refugee Camp


Mantic nodded, [member="Mak Manto"] had been an inspiration since he first saw the jedi master slither past in the corridors back at the old temple on Ossus. He knew he could trust him, and beside, if a republic agent did not want to be found, no jedi tricks would reveal him anyway.
The thought amused Mantic as his mind wandered to the secret agent he had in mind.

"You should contact agent [member="Fixx Kearney"] - if nothing else he can probably help provide if they have any intel on this Syna Brin, and if she is big enough he might even be able to dig up her exact location." Mantic instructed as he produced his datapad.
He searched it for a short while before looking back up.

"Try hail him on this holo-frequency." he said as an encrypted file was sent to [member="Mak Manto"]

" Tell him Mantic Dorn says hi, if he has the time he should answer. Otherwise get back to me and we can try something else." Mantic bowed.

"May the force be with you." he finished and then his image faded.

 

[Mak Manto]

Post: 5/20
Objective: B
Location: Refugee Camp

Seeing the made fade away, Mak smoked on his pipe silently for several minutes before he typed in the frequency that Mantic had given him. All it took was one second before the figure of a man appeared before him, the one that had to be the Republic agent Mantic was putting his trust in.

"Agent [member="Fixx Kearney"], the name's Mak Manto. I'm a Jedi Master of the Galactic Republic. I was given your holo-frequency by Mantic Dorn. I've got a problem and I was told you may be able to help..."

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Senator Kay fell in line swiftly to forward the requested motion, giving it life and igniting the interrogative demands of the Minister of Intelligence--as should be expected of a senator who held such an office. Naturally, it was rather annoying to have to follow a form of procedure, but it was the right thing to call from Faith's place. Lasedri responded as appropriate. "Today's events call for a Senate lockdown until we can be sure that we are not under threat anymore, Minister Organa. If a representative is able to obtain control of a unit of the Republic's army and nearly overthrow the government so swiftly, then I consider the integrity of the Senate to be at risk and our physical and authoritative well-being to be priority. I will be instituting heavy security measures for all of our safety and suspending our assembly until we can be sure this internal crisis is relieved."

Why there was a collection of senators who did not seem to grasp the gravity of what had just transpired was beyond the Prime Minister's comprehension. Perhaps the absence of the fear of death was why the Republic's showing had been so mediocre in this Sith war. "I don't know how you feel about this ordeal, but, as for me, being on the wrong side of a gun was not enjoyable."

[member="Lady Kay"], [member="Commander Lusk"], [member="Faith Balor-Organa"], [member="Darion Blackstaff"], [member="Megàn Alestria"], [member="Ashler de Dedhart"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location:Senate Floor
Objective: A
Posts: 15/20

[member="Darion Blackstaff"] had voted in favour of the Prime Minister's motion as well. While [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] understandably had her reservations. Kay had them as well, though she couldn't voice them. It was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place, a position that she didn't want to be in. But she only had herself to blame for it.

Kay just sat back and listened, waiting for questions to be answered and concerns to be laid to rest. It wasn't until she could hear the tell-tale footsteps of soldiers, that she stiffened in her seat and looked over to one of the doors where she expected the soldiers to appear. Now what? A second attempt by another army to usurp the reigns over the Republic?

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Ashler de Dedhart"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Megàn Alestria"]

 

[Megàn Alestria]

Objective: Represent Tholatin
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Post: [ 04/20 ]

Megàn sat in silence, trying to understand what the hell had happened in the Senate. Her eyes turned to a pod closest to her, sending a message of confusion, demanding an answer. She knew interrupting others was a bad thing, especially if you were a representative in a discussion about your own home planet. It was embarrassing, but she had to get the answer somewhere.

She sighed.

She had no idea what to do -- whether to ask for a speech or not. She had come to understand that the Senate had a hard time discussing the matter due to something which had happened in the very same chamber. Yet... she felt like she would have to talk.

Decisions, decisions.

 

[Darion Blackstaff]

Objective A
Post 16/20

Something was not right. Darion had been a politician long enough to smell a rat and the stench was clearly here.

He looked between the prime minister and the minister of intelligence, two of the republics most powerful women in what appeared to be a stare down. Dario wet his lips and gazed around the senate.

He was still a bit ill at ease by what had transpired and he felt that for the sake of his own security it was easiest to heed the wish of [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] - but was it the right decission for the republic? For democracy?

not likely...

The question remained though, would anyone else apart from [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] dare to speak up given the sort of direct influence the prime minister had displayed over the military...

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Megàn Alestria"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective A
5/20

Senate Lockdown from the military. Faith began thinking to herself The threat existed I believe due to the fact that these clones were created by [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] that as their creator she held a specific power over them. As Prime Minister you already hold that position over them as evidenced by your own words earlier. Should she speak these words out loud.

"I offer that we investigate the movements, and dealings of Ms. Garter to determine how such a thing happened, and that the Prime Minister has shown her own authority over the military. Is the granting of such powers to the Prime Minister truly needed?" Faith did not budge, and she was now looking to the faces around the room, if anyone else thought these same thoughts they should speak. She knew that [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] wielded much power but was it so much that it frightened elected officials from speaking?

[member="Darion Blackstaff"] [member="Megàn Alestria"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Commander Lusk"]

 

[Excel_123]

Objective B : Fight Crimes !
Post : 1/20

CT-504 and four other Trooper was assigned for a round of Patrol in the refugee camp.
He knows that a refugee camp is a place full vile and trecherous activities , so He was glad that He can do some good for this people

After a couple of arresting and a lunch . He and the other clones found something important .At first glance it was just a crate of guns nothing more . But , at further inspection the guns are in a faulty or d in a bad condition . Apparently , this particular crate of weapons was to be delivered to the local Guards . "Oh this is bad , if another one of these crates ended up in the Guards , things could get ugly for sure " He muse to Himself

He need to inform this to a higher authority , So that they can clean it from the root of it
So He sends one of His Men to contact nearby authority He just hope that they can fix this mess


[member="Mak Manto"] [member="Mantic Dorn"]