The burden of politics [GR dominion for Tholatin]

[Geneviève Lasedri]

When one questions your authority, it is best to reference the very authority that provides such abilities. The Republic's Charter itself specifically granted the Prime Minister access to military command when the time called for it. "Article V, Statute 4 of the Charter's Amendments states that the Prime Minister may take control of the military in emergencies, provided the Supreme Commander does not object," Geneviève laid out. "And, as for investigation of Ms. Garter's dealings, that is an issue under your command, Minister Organa." She had been appointed to take charge of the Ministry of Intelligence, after all. Faith could investigate Garter's entire corporation to her heart's content with a short vote from the gathered Senate.

"Vote as you must. May my administration be found faultless." All things in politics were a matter of perspective.

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

 

[Excel_123]

Objective B : Fight Crimes !
Post : 2/20

While His Squad waited for the higher ups to arrive , They take a bit of initiative to investigate about the Faulty Weapon . Most of the weapon merchant didn't know or didn't cared about it . The information search is pretty futile in His opinioy .

Just when all hope were lost , there is this one merchant that's standout the most . No , He doesn't have excotic weapon or some overpowered weapon . It's the weapon crate sitting neatly at the corner of the shop that perked up His attention . It has the same marking of the bad weapon crate that He and His men discovered earlier that day .

So , He come to the merchant and asked " May I see that crates of yours back there ? "
The Merchant just now noticed Him and said " S..Sure no problem " He replies with a nervous tone . CT-504 noticed the merchant body tensed a little . The ARC Trooper continue to ask The Merchant " Where did you get this crate " . The Merchant became more and more nervous by each passing time , He replied " I..I don't know Sir it came with the rest of my order "
And like that He started to take action , He raises His DH-17 Blaster Pistol to the Man's face and say " Now would you kindly tell me where did you get the crate from " .
The Merchant finally break down " Please , don't kill me . It's in northern edge of the refugee camp , you can't miss the building " The Man plead for His life .

With the information He leave The Merchant's Shop and detain Him for further questions. And then one of His Men that he sends away to contact authorities came back . " Sir , it appears that the higher up iis busy at the moment . But the authority also tell me that there is two Jedi currently patrolling in this area " report the Trooper.

"Good work , soldier . Now return to position " With that The Messenger saluted Him and get back to His Squadmate . " Now that's out of the way " He muse to Himself . He then activated His Helmet intercom set it so that nearby Republic Forces could hear Him and said " This CT-504 Squad leader of Patrol Unit 1 requesting assistance , It seem that We find the root where the counterfeit gun is distributed . If any Republic Forces nearby is not busy , meet us at the Northern Part of the Refugee Camp . We'll rendezvous there and planned on how to strike the whereabout . This is CT-504 , out "

He then order His Men to march forward to the whereabout . " Oh , this is going to be fun " CT-504 thought to Himself

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

 

[Vaudin Miir]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Lady Kay"] @Ashler de Dedheart [member="Darion Blackstaff"] [member="Megàn Alestria"]

Vaudin had sat pretty darn quiet through the ordeal thus far. It was cute, in it's own way. However, when Vaudin wasn't mindlessly drunk or sleeping with interns he had a startling ability to see through layers of bantha crap and it was thick in this place that's for sure. He took his feet down off the console and slowly pushed up to his feet while a rolling murmur swept through the crowd. He had been waiting for this play. He told a few close friends it was coming but he didn't know when.

The natural precognitive abilities of his species were often dulled by time away from their homeworld, unless the individual happened to be force sensitive funny thing that.

"Hold on there sugar bits." he said speaking into the ridiculous microphone, "I just have one question."

Vaudin looked at the prime whatever-the-hell-she-called-herself.

"Did you all rehearse that trash or did you fething just make it up as you went?" He hooked his thumbs into his belt, "because it was damn good."

 

[Seamus Valik]

2/20

The flare of a muzzle sent superheated energy surfing through the air passed his head as he barely ducked out of the way in time. His mouth wide as he sucked in a breath and blew it out passed his thick beard.

"Well so much for negotiations." he said to himself as he pressed his back to a counter that was quickly being reconstructed by blasterfire from a criminal who made his living by transporting sentient beings as indentured servants.

He pulled his blaster, a ELG-3A, and his lightsaber. He flicked the safety off both with thumb and did what any Jedi who was out numbered fifteen to one would do. He called on the force and ran like the dickens for the exit. Cowardly? We'll see.

 

[Darion Blackstaff]

Objective A
Post 17/20

Darion kept darting forth and back as different more or less serious speakers made appearances.

He was becoming more and more disturbed by the lack of a discussion based on a democratic viewpoint and to him the minister of intelligence was issuing a discreet warning.
Slowly he rose.

"I see no crisis apart from the one on Tholadin. The venerable minister of intelligence is correct. Who is to decide on when there is a crisis, surely not the prime minister herself, no it requires a vote. A proper vote..."

He coughed once more, which silenced his continued argument. Instead he sat down to let his servants provide his medication.


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

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

"Yes," Lasedri feigned confession. "The detainment procedures for the removal of disruptive individuals has indeed been rehearsed by our military men... Mister Miir?

"Speaking of disruption, "Sugar Bits", I'm surprised to see you back in the Senate despite having long been absent from politics." She motioned her hands towards his box, a gesture that was followed by a squad of clone troopers. "Considering what has happened today, I'm going to have to 'ask' you to depart." As if there was any question to it. The squad took the former whatever-it-was by the arms and began to usher him out.

"If this is not a crisis--an event in which an individual with much corporate control can take advantage of their ability to produce soldiers for our Republic--then I do not know what is." Maybe her definition of a crisis needed to be updated if none of this was troubling. "As it stands, we will evacuate the building and remotely vote on the admittance of Tholatin to the Republic's collective territories. Any representatives of the planet may speak now before we adjourn--though I personally shall find it embarrassing if they happen to be in attendance today."

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

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Somewhere far, far away, Jorus Merrill sat bolt upright. Republic C-SPAN -- already fascinating -- was depicting his one and only Padawan, [member="Vaudin Miir"]. Ol' Vaud was calling Lasedri a fraud, in so many words. Now she was ordering Republic soldiers to forcibly remove the longstanding Senator from the chamber under suspicion of treason. And while Vaud was capable of an awful lot, backing this ridiculous false-flag coup attempt wasn't one of them. No, this got Jorus' old instincts going. Familiar, even simplistic pattern: blame the outsider, silence the dissidents, plead exigency, assume emergency powers. Right up until Vaud got grabbed, it had been popcorn viewing. Somebody else's problem.

Cybernetic eyes still glued to the holoscreen, Jorus picked up the red phone. He didn't often use the red phone, but a hard line to his daughter's godfather came in handy every once in a while.

"Sarge? Jorus. You watching this Pub clart? That's my boy they've got. Just waiting to see how things go. Next couple minutes are gonna be crucial."

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

Fully capable of talking and texting at the same time (the perks of being a Master), Jorus also messaged retired Supreme Chancellor [member="Popo"]

C-SPAN. Now.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Location: Senate Debate
Objective: Instill order
Allies: The Republic
13/20

Lusk's hold tightened around the grips of his weapon, it would be almost too easy. The senate guard had sustained heavy losses and while a fair amount of his brothers and sisters had fallen as well their snow superior numbers would crush the guard, would crush the senate, and they would bring order to the Republic and the weak and incapable senate. Lusk reveled in that thought, to no longer be restrained by the burden of politics, to not be held in a political limbo.

He had one purpose in life, and one purpose only. Kill. To take the life of the enemy and bask in the glory of victory, but life hadn't been what was promised to Lusk. Life had been black ops missions and acts of horror committed in the name of freedom, acts that he had even just now returned from perpetrating. So with a heavy heart he knew what he had to do once again, he knew he had to have the more unwilling members of the senate become docile and good obedient dogs. Specifically a [member="Vaudin Miir"] and his silly space magic.

His file read as a senator that had been out of the game for quite some time, that he was just now showing up when all the battles had already been fought and lost. A force used with power to change the tides of battle but simply decides to coward out of it. Lusk hated people like him, and part of him was going to enjoy this quite a bit.

"Trinity, grab a lizard out of one of the drop ships. We're going to escort Mister Mirr home." Lusk said on his comms as he turned foot to walk towards the senator's booth that he had been escorted out of.

After a minute of walking the five Republic commandos one holding a Spaarti Armored Nutrient Pack and Ysalamir that would allow a force neutral bubble around the tightly wrapped squad. The commandos soon confronted Mirr and Lusk stared down at the senator and stared behind his faceless helmet.

"We've been assigned to escort you home Senator Mirr, there is a dropship waiting outside. Your attendance is to be considered mandatory." The clone said before taking their weapon and popping out the clip and round in the chamber.

The others did the same to show that they weren't going to shoot him, at least not in here, not if they didn't have to. The senator just needed to be reconditioned was all.


[member="Vaudin Miir"], [member="Darion Blackstaff"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Faith Balor-Organa"], [member="Ashler de Dedhart"], [member="Megàn Alestria"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Popo]

Popo got the text from Merrill. He knew the man in passing mostly and by reputation, which is why he didn't question how Jorus had his personal comm number.

He typed a quick message in return as the events Jorus bad notified him to watch unfolded on the holodisplays around him. The Hutt sat inside of Friij News Services headquarters on the Wheel, keeping tabs on what was going on inside the Republic Senate chambers.

Things had gone from bad to worse, then from worse to terrible. Now they gone from terrible to outright ridiculous. Staged, fake coup that a four year old could see through, staged speeches, and now arresting a longstanding senator for stating the truth. Granted, he had no real room to talk, he'd led the Republic while leading his own criminal organization and the Cartel, but if someone had outright accused him of it, he'd have denied it, but not to the point of evicting the finger pointer. All that did was confirm things.

Popo glanced at the readouts around as workers and aides rushed to make sure all of it was recorded. Looking back down, he finished and sent the text back to Merrill.

I know, I see. Friij News will be doing a highlight soon. Regular Tenloss channels.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

When one questions your authority, it is best to reference the very authority that provides such abilities. The Republic's Charter itself specifically granted the Prime Minister access to military command when the time called for it. "Article V, Statute 4 of the Charter's Amendments states that the Prime Minister may take control of the military in emergencies, provided the Supreme Commander does not object," Geneviève laid out. "And, as for investigation of Ms. Garter's dealings, that is an issue under your command, Minister Organa." She had been appointed to take charge of the Ministry of Intelligence, after all. Faith could investigate Garter's entire corporation to her heart's content with a short vote from the gathered Senate.

"Vote as you must. May my administration be found faultless." All things in politics were a matter of perspective.

He had been silent. Woefully silent. By and large, the interests of Brentaal were in Brentaal itself. It didn't care that the Republic sat over it like a crippled mothership as long as the way of things, commerce, trade, and the like, was not disturbed - and the noble heir and senator of the world represented those interests. When the Prime Minister (whatever happened to the title of Supreme Chancellor?) invoked the vote to give herself more power, he raised his head from his non-senatorial obligations, to speak beyond disinterest for the first time in months. He stood, splayed his hands flat on the console, looked past the dramatics between the woman and the Iktotchi senator, and right to the Prime Minister herself, his jaw set, his eyes showing not fire, but ice. Hoth didn't get this cold. He would say his piece now, before she could flee, before Miir was gone.

"As for the matter of this world's joining to the Republic, it is of no consequence to me, and irrelevant to Brentaal's interests."

His teeth clenched tighter, remembering all that had occurred in his tenure in this pitiful senate. This wasn't a democracy - as the present apprehension of Senator Miir proved, this was becoming a dictatorship. He was profoundly wary of what this would mean for the sovereignty of his home.

"But as for you, Madame Prime Minister, as for your grab for more power... I find it sickening. Brentaal votes no."

His jaw moved, teeth clenching for a moment.

"Your administration is far from faultless, Lasedri. What of the clones, credits fronted while the people suffer and starve? Only one of a litany of missteps and failures. This is enough," he stated in the firmest of words, "Enough. I move for a different vote."

Fingers curled. His voice rose.

"I move for a vote of no confidence in Prime Minister Lasedri."

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] | [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] | [member="Sha'Lom Kolos"] | [member="Josef Levik"] | [member="Danny Colen"] | [member="Ashler de Dedhart"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Persephone Callas"] | [member="Jack Sparrow"] | [member="Cecily de Demici"] | [member="Darion Blackstaff"] | [member="Megàn Alestria"] | [member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Popo"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]​

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Sarge stood outside, watching mist as it raced across the waters of the lake at the speed of the cool winter wind that carried it. Datapad chiming, he frowned, pulling his coat tighter around his body. Jorus? Did he forget Mara's birthday? No, the Republic, it seemed.

<I don't watch the holo. What's going on?>

Somewhere inside, perhaps [member="Cira"] was watching the debacle. That was far more in her wheelhouse than his own.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

On a planet far, far away from Tholatin, Siobhan was still watching Republic C-SPAN. Normally this was not her sort of programme, but in this particular instance she could make an exception because the current Senate debate was rather entertaining. Well, if you could consider attempted coup d'états and violence in what was supposed to be a democratic legislature entertaining. Siobhan had a rather strange, one might even say morbid sense of humour, but since she was a darkside Force-user that was probably to be expected.


Bringing the glass of exquisite wine to her lips, she took a sip, savouring it. "Coups, attempted seizures of power, possible false flags. I really should watch Senate debates more often," she commented. "Harmony, darling, look a bit more cheerful, will you? Loosen up a bit."


Harmony, who was massaging the Lady's shoulders, just rolled her eyes. "Since people just got shot for real in a power play a couple minutes ago, I don't find this very entertaining, Lady," she said frankly. Totally not lampshading this entire Siobhan post with some logic.


Siobhan sighed. "Yes, I know, that's bad. Didn't someone once say that 'democracy is the worst form of government, except for all the others'?" Call me uncultured, but if they go dictatorial, I don't mind much. If they finally get their house in order, though I doubt that." Totally appropriate for the Silver Sanctum. "Though I suppose it's a good thing Firemane doesn't have any installations in their territory." Seeing that another senator was speaking, she turned up the volume. He proposed a vote of no confidence! "One government crisis after the next."


"Maybe you should run for office, Lady. Buy a Senate seat. I'm sure it would be entertaining!" No, Harmony was not trolling at all. She was quite willing to play the fool on occasion in order to get a rise out of her Lady.


"I'd go insane in less than an hour and tear the building down," Siobhan retorted.


"You'd need an hour? I think that's too generous. Five minutes is more like it."

(2)

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

It was a little heartening to get the impression that Sarge was having something like a real life. Jorus switched gears to text.

"Coup attempt in the Senate chambers. Garter versus Lasedri. Lasedri assuming emergency powers and forcibly removing Senators who object, including Sen. Vaudin Miir, my Padawan. Fifty-fifty says it's a false flag. Lasedri's a populist with no sense of proportion."

To say nothing of what he'd found in Rave's files while dealing with probate. Jorus scrutinized the feed, attempting to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Looks like they're dropping a ysalamir on Vaud. Feth, this is going to be bad."

 

[Commander Lusk]

Location: Senate Debate
Objective: Instill order
Allies: The Republic
14/20

Receiving an update across his HUD Lusk could see that things were going in a very bad direction, a direction that might prove difficult so that he may truly become free from the political process. So action needed to be taken, however as of right now he had his orders to pull Senator Miir out of the senate building for conditioning. So without stepping aside Lusk looked over to Glitch their comm expert and gave him a small nod to get moving. There were too many eyes around here, and not just organic ones, but the robotic optics of cameras filming and broadcasting the debate over C Span.

With Glitch breaking off from the other commandos the lone a Spaarti trooper proceeded down the halls and into the security broadcasting room. The Isard clone found the current operator and ushered him out to take control of the cameras of the senate hall. There would be no more pesky eyes to see what would come next.

Whatever it was that the Prime Minister had planned they simply needed to go forth and obey, though it wasn't like they had a choice in the matter. All that was important was that the eyes of the galaxy would see no more of the republic's political system in turmoil.

The cameras, microphones, and broadcast shut down and Glitch sent a message to the Prime Minister to inform them that senate hall was offline. However that wouldn't stop any personal recording devices anyone had on their persons, those pesky cell phones with their you tubes and space books.



[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] | [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] | [member="Sha'Lom Kolos"] | [member="Josef Levik"] | [member="Danny Colen"] | [member="Ashler de Dedhart"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Persephone Callas"] | [member="Jack Sparrow"] | [member="Cecily de Demici"] | [member="Darion Blackstaff"] | [member="Megàn Alestria"] | [member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Popo"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] I [member="Sarge Potteiger"] I [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] I [member="Ordon Trozky"]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

<...Lasedri? Wasn't she the one that wrote that book about peasants rising up against the social elite or some such? I saw the news that she was in put in charge some time back, but figured it was a gag. Didn't think people would put a nutjob like that in control. She screams 'power grab.'>

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

"I've read the book, and Rave's files have some pretty solid proof that Lasedri wrote it. Didn't realize that had gotten out, but feth, I've been retired..."

The feed died and switched to a holding pattern.

"Kark, Sarge. They just cut the cams to the Senate chamber. They realized the public's still watching. There's gotta be more feeds, personal feeds, but I don't have that kind of data mining connectivity anymore. I'll see if I can get someone on it." He'd moonlighted as an infochant, oh, fifteen years ago, but everything was different now. He might, might, be able to find another feed, though it wouldn't be nearly as good. Dread curdled his gut as he started messaging Underground contacts, people who did this kind of thing full-time. There was no guarantee, of course, that Vaud would be on those feeds. And however long it took him to find what he needed, it was almost certainly longer than whatever was transpiring right now between [member="Vaudin Miir"] and [member="Commander Lusk"]

Feth, this can't be happening. The Republic's always been clart, but this...

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

<You know me, Jorus. Walking grapevine or something. Might have wrote it, might not have. Coulda sworn I heard it was her, but kark if I've ever actually seen said purported thing. Anyway, they cut the feeds... why do I feel a storm coming?>

He pulled his jacket tighter, snowclouds gathering just on the other side of the mountains.

 

[Popo]

"Sir, the feed stopped."

Popo glanced up at the holodisplays and say the typical holding patterns used by the Republic. Frowning, he shot off a message to Merrill before stowing the commlink.

Cam feed cut. Let me see if they changed the back door passwords since I was there.

"Being me my computer," the massive Hutt rumbled. A few aides scurried off, following his orders. After a moment one returned, handing the case to Popo.

He opened the box and pulled a few components out, then assembled the small and very expensive personal computer. Hooking it into the power and then the holonet, he double checked his encryption.

Satisfied that all was in order, he took a few moments to bounce his data trace around, using a few Cartel locations to do so. A highly skilled slicer could backtrack, of course, but that would take hours and Popo only needed minutes.

He got to work probing the Republic's firewall for a moment before finding access through the first line of defense. It was an old port he used for his online gaming hobby while in office and, sure enough, the password he set was still there.

"Always knew 'P0P0Hu77isB3STHu77' was a good password..."

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Commander Lusk"]

 

[Cira]

One very thick, flannel and well worn blanket adorned the shoulders of the redhead slowly ascending the steps that would bring her to [member="Sarge Potteiger"] 's side. She was silent, pensive, and the gold of her eyes swirling a darkening storm that would match the grey streaked clouds along the mountainside ride.

Once there, she merely stood quiet. A stoic, contemplative presence that was as familiar and comforting as it was strange. Fingers tightened round over her breast, closing the sides of the blanket she'd procured from the former Titan of War.

Even in the midst of her own demons, guilt, and slow steady return to the living, once the holo feed cut, things were no longer cut and dry.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge turned his empty eyes to [member="Cira"], smiling wearily. "Did you know the revolution will not be televised?"