The Galactic Coalition (Open to all Ession, Mandos, and Silvers)

[Jorga the Hutt]

[member="Strider Garon"]

The Shev'la Kal had been the first cloaked capital ship in centuries, and it still ranked among the deadlier elements of the Mandalorian arsenal. Its shipwright spoke up.

"Whatever your coalition needs created, Garon, I'll create."

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Catherine was among those seated when the field marshal entered the room. Despite his age, Strider Garon had a commanding presence about him. She would think that he possessed an aura capable of inspiring nearby allies. Despite being an initiate in the Mandalorians, Catherine couldn't help but swell in pride as Strider gave his speech. Its words rang true and stood close to her heart. They were the very beliefs that she strove to live for. Unity is strength, teamwork and collaboration, and most of all, toppling the One Sith from its mighty throne.

One of few that stood up after Strider's awe-inspiring speech, standing up with pride, she saluted the field marshal, recitng the popular Mando'ade saying. "Haat, Ijaa, Haa'it. I shall give whatever support that is deemed needed of me, field marshal!"

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Aditya looked at the business leaders standing up. "Billions of credits. Billions. No return profit, most of your stock flooded into a war effort that yeah, if governments can pay for it that'll be spiffy for a while, but if you're bankrolling an invasion, it's going to cost your stockholders. Now, that might be fine. Dandy, even. But you're saying you also want to move your facilities across the galaxy to do this?

There is no way you can afford to both move your facilities and assets and set up new locales in anything short of months. Weeks at the least and that's expensive. Gonna start what, selling War Bonds? Holding bake sales? You're putting your entire company's liquid and solid assets into this venture and there's no guarantee we're going to pull it off." Aditya scoffed and shook her head, tossing a wave in [member="Strider Garon"]'s direction as he came in.

"That takes the biggest amount of twin-spherical bravery I've seen yet. And I helped start the Army of Light with a spanner and a ship held together with pink gum." She put her hand to her head and rubbed her temples.

"What about the troops? How many are we going to be feeding per day? Anybody got Cerea's endless barley fields on speed dial? Where are we getting our food from? Where are our bases of operations going to be? What's the plan if our supply chains get knocked the dickens out? How many of us in this room are going to be ash in the breeze at the end and what are your plans on acceptable losses? I get the Sith being bad. Menacing. I get we need to stop them, but I'm not comfortable sending my husband and our loved ones off to war without being satisfied this is more than a cockamamie bunch of 'Yes Sir Let's Get 'Em''s who suck protein and sleep from thin air."

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"The Sith need to burn."


A glare shot forth towards [member="Ordo"]. [member="Strider Garon"] may have forgiven him, and some of the Mandalorians, but Preliat hated him and subsequently he felt a disdain for the Ordos because of his actions."I am able to command ground forces. I will also happily engage Sith personally."The Field Marshal looked towards his wife, watching her speak of consequences and costs. The Army Of Light. What a name. What a concept.


"I have a plan to wipe out the Sith, but I doubt any of you in the room would be comfortable pulling it off, or be able to sleep at night."Preliat slowly looked upwards, bringing out a small projector. It was Dromund Kaas, images taken from the surface of the planet. After [member="Captain Larraq"] single-handedly destroyed the planet.


"This is how you stop the Sith. This is how I would stop the Sith. Nothing short of an annihilation."He sat down and looked at the various Mandalorians and Imperial, and whatever-come-you people in the room. [member="Catherine Romanov"], [member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"], all of them. Mandalorians. His brothers and sisters. But would they be able to actually destroy the Sith? To put them down for good?


"This time, we need to not just stamp out the fire and leave the embers. We need to extinguish them. Make them regret ever taking Coruscant. Ever coming out of their hidey-holes. We need to burn them. We need to kill them. I do not approve of taking Sith prisoners."A hateful, obvious glare sprang forth towards Ordo."It's more practical and effective to destroy them on every level. No mercy. No prisoners. That is what I believe this will take. If you disagree, I implore you to look at history and see for yourself what happens when they are not wholly destroyed."

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna followed [member="Ordo"] and [member="Strider Garon"] inside. She was the wife of the redeemed field Marshall, there was great relief around the clan. The day in the prison not the worst watching him die THAT was the worst. Sensing the few around them they did not forgive perhaps they should stretch their gaze a little wider understand more of the universe.

The jedi master a highly sensitive empath was sensing the emotions of those in the room, would remain quiet listening. She was curious as to what this meeting would bring forth for the mandalorians.

Talk of fighting the Sith always interested her they after all occupied her home world of Alderaan destroying it mile by mile inching towards complete annihilation of what it once had been. Yes she had many interests in this meeting.

 

[Aaden Renolds]

"[member="Aditya Mantis"]." Came Aaden's calm voice in response to her apparent accusation that the company leaders were inept at being adaptable. "I would ask that you please not think we are incapable of flexibility when the need arises. Some of us can move at a moments noticed. My company for instance, has all of its facilities based in large production ships, not ground facilities. I assure you I can move my company to wherever it is needed at a moments notice, and at very little cost. Now granted, I cannot supply the entire war effort unfortunately. However you should know, that I can provide weapons, armor, and food to a good deal of troops through these mobile factories of mine. This will help alleviate, at least in certain areas, some of the concerns you have in regards logistics, supply, and cost. And I'm sure there are others here who can come up with creative ways to get what we need where we need it." He paused there to let his words sink in.

She raised valid concerns. But if she truly believes that this war was going to be won without taking risks....'Ice' suspected she would be in for a rude awakening. "Also with all due respect, I think should consider the cost in credits, and more importantly lives for inaction. The old saying "no plan survives contact with the enemy" is around for a reason. It's because no matter how much we plan, no matter how much we think we have everything organized and fool proof. There will always be a surprise, a kink in the plan if you will. I agree 100% that we need a plan. But you will be waiting a long time for the scenarios to play out that don't involve any risk."

He stopped again as her husband began speaking his piece, and presenting his idea on what needed to be done about the Sith menace. 'Ice' couldn't help but nod his head in complete agreement. "What [member="Preliat Mantis"] says is correct. We are dealing with an enemy who respects nothing but raw power, and would do the same to us if given the chance. There is only one way to deal with that kind of reckless hate and uncaring destruction. It's to show them the same courtesy they have shown their enemies, what they have done to us! They need to have every last spark of life snuffed out of existence so that the only thing remaining of them is a scary story we can tell our children when they are being bad."

"Yes how the Jedi handled the Sith thousands of years ago was an atrocity. They let the evil endure. They didn't stay and ensure that every last vestige of them was obliterated. We must not make the same mistake. We must stand together no matter the cost and make sure the job gets done right. We must make sure they are all dead! Before they do the same to us!" At this point, he still had a good insiders view of the inner workings of the enemy. He knew all to well how the enemy planned to deal with them. 'Ice' wasn't sure about everyone else here, but he knew that he for one would do whatever it took, no matter the cost to ensure that this scourge that was the Sith would be wiped away once and for all time.

[member="Catherine Romanov"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"] | [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Rianna be Ar'klim"] | @All others I missed

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

[member="Aaden Renolds"] got a flat stare.

"Kid, you talk about genocide like you read it in a book."

 

[Ordo]

[member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"] [member="Catherine Romanov"] [member="Aditya Mantis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Rianna be Ar'klim"] [member="Aaden Renolds"] [member="Strider Garon"]

Ordo stood by Strider quietly as they spoke. Mantis' glares were neither missed nor returned. He deserved the man's hate and someday he may manage to gain a small bit of respect but for now there was nothing to do but bare it.

"It's easy to talk about wrestling a Krayt Dragon." Ordo said simply, "but doing it is a different story."

 

[Ginnie Dib]

One of the smallest Mandalorians had grown a full inch and a half since last month. Her Beskar Gam plates were a twitch too small, but the teenager stood as small and mighty as she could beside her parents [member="Ordo"] and @Rianna be Ark'lim. She spied the glare from [member="Preliat Mantis"] and her buy de clad head angled toward him. If he took one step toward her father, Ginnie would slaughter him where he stood. His baby would never know his face and Ginnie would sleep easy.

Preliat Mantis was a bully, a staunch and cruel Field Marshal and all Ginnie did was rescue him from a Sith Prison and build him a new Beskar prosthetic leg. Ginnie kept prepared. The adults talked about money. About ships and asteroids. Ginnie stepped forward with her Dad and took his hand.

"I'll do it." She said, still of the childish mind that kids were partially invincible. Her dad couldn't go! He would get killed, but Ginnie? She would live forever. "Let me loose on a Sith world. I'll burn it to the ground before they can see who did it. Then you guys can go after the real targets while they scramble through the ashes for their family pets."

Thirteen years old, and the Rally Master was ready for impending war. "If you all get scared, I'll do it. I ain't taken on a krayt dragon, but I have defeated a Sith Hydra and a Leviathan. Crawled through the Leviathan's eye and lit it on fire from the inside. Wasn't hard or nothing. I was twelve, so I learned stuff since then."

 

[400]

Felix just watched it all unfold, so many were willing to get this underway, but something didnt seem right at all. All these people under one banner, well alliance. She tapped her fingers on the table as she looked bored, her eyes going from person to person. It was ridiculousness with a face, a name, but what would Romeo say here? He would question every, single, little thing. He would want to know this was the right thing.
She sighed out loud, and leaned back, overlapping her left leg over her right. Where was the Imperial Remnant? The Republic? Why wasnt Omega here, or the Fringe Lords? Why was the east moving to the west? Total domination was the only answer. [member="Graxin Rade"] was a tyrant in the making, if others didnt see this, they were fools. The Organas were even here! She combed her fingers through her hair. The One Sith were a threat, the biggest threat, but she had questions, and she had a question. She cleared her throat loudly, rudely even. Even if the answer was a simple one, she would be satisfied with it. She looked directly at the man named Graxin, but spoke to everyone.
"If this is the answer to the One Sith, which this isnt the first time groups came together in talks about alliances, what is the answer to the Coalition form becoming an empire of tyranny? What is keeping the Ession Reformation and it's allies in check to make sure they become in the future what we fight in the present? Does that make sense?"
She stood up, and arched her back in a stretch. "No one has even questioned why the Shadow Empire is here, or what the Dark Jedi of Sin have to do with this, hell I doubt most of ya'll dont have a clue to who the Sins are, much less the Shadow Empire. The big guy might." She pointed at [member="Ordo"], "And Im sure the Organa woman would." She pointed at half the table. "You know what the future holds for this? Do you know what this could turn into? What threats, and consequences this decision holds? The big guy it totally right. We can talk all about defeating the Sith, and trust us when I say I speak for all of the Shadow Empire when I say we want this just as badly." Her eyes shifted at her hands. "But how will you do it? What will it cost to do this? What will be lost? This is too big a decision to just jump in, and say "Yeah, I'm in, let's do it." Without asking questions, and being nosey...right?"

[member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"] [member="Aaden Renolds"] [member="Rianna be Ar'klim"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Aditya Mantis"] [member="Catherine Romanov"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Meanwhile, a Mandalorian at the rank of Rally Master was in the bridge with other people surrounding him. Mandos and Jedi was the majority here. He disliked Jedi, but he the one thing he truly hated were Sith, and if holding hands with a Jedi was all that it takes to bring down the One , so be it.

He took out a cigarette and lit it up. Didn't care if someone in the room had asthma or some medical problem if they were around with someone smoking a cigar.

"Want one," he asked to a Jedi on his left.

"Nah, I prefer menthols."

"Douchebag."

@everyone

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Krest"] [member="Ozamu Tzang"] [member="Synthea Trills"] [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Crucius Sin"] [member="Xander Corbal "][member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Felix Sin"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"] [member="Aaden Renolds"] [member="Rianna be Ar'klim"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Aditya Mantis"] [member="Catherine Romanov"]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=HZUDWKs4HZ0

Rexus sat there listening to people jabber on about money and resources, moving companies and how they want to stand as equals. All were valid concerns but this wasn't the time to worry about things like money. But people were dying. Even as they sat back and argued and debated people were dying. Good people, people who didn't deserve to meet their ends at the claws of the Vong or the blades of the sith. And then some girl who seemed to be a little off started questioning if they would become an evil government. The answer to that was clearly STFUGTFO N00B, but Rex knew better than to say that to the young woman. She was however more than likely inexperienced when it came to death. And the Atrisian, Rexus recognized her, he knew the woman from his time as an imperial inquisitor but had only seen her in passing. So taking the floor Rex stood up and spoke.

"Troop welfare and resources are important. We can't fund a war if we have no backing to supply men on the front lines." Rex kept himself near his chair and continued to speak. "You all make very valid points. But there's something that most of us here are overlooking. The Mandolorian [member="Preliat Mantis"] is correct the sith do need to be torn a new one until we send them all packing to hell." Rex stepped forward a bit and tried to not let his nervousness claim his tongue

"But people are dying. Somewhere right now a family is being sacrificed by a Vong, a Graug is raping a woman, a sith commands legions that kill good soldiers. People who only want to survive are dying, and yet we sit here and discuss things like money when we should be out there fighting. The republic is on it's last leg and when they are gone who else will stand in the Sith's way and not fall? No one." Rex looked over to [member="Graxin Rade"] and spoke

"The united clans of Mandalore can trust Graxin, he is a good man and a powerful Jedi. With us working together we can not only defeat the One Sith but stamp them out from this galaxy." Looking over to Ordo he smiled and spoke to the man

"You sound doubtful of your race." He said and then looked over to [member="Preliat Mantis"] "I've always heard that mandos could fight a war and win with sticks and a rock. And you all had to share the rock." He gave a soft chuckle and kept going. "The Ession Reformation does not need this coalition. The Silver Jedi does not need this coalition. The Republic does not need this coalition. The Mandolorians do not need this coalition." Taking a small pause he brought his speech home

"The world is a dangerous place not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look upon that evil and do nothing." Rex looked at everyone in the room and said his last five words.

"The galaxy needs this coalition" he then took a short bow and sat back down in his seat

 

[Aaden Renolds]

'Ice' almost couldn't help but laugh right into the mans face. Who was the man calling a kid? 'Ice' had been traversing the galaxy for three...possibly four times longer than the man had even been alive. At least as long as he was human. Course, he also supposed it was a good thing his shapeshifting abilities were still on par to fool this crowd. Still, 'Ice' had seen with his own eyes more than most likely anyone in the room. And would go on seeing more, luck willing, long after they were dead from one thing or another.

But as he valued discretion more, 'Ice' simply let out a slightly annoyed sigh at the absolutely pointless comment that was to be his retort. Indeed, he was actually taken aback some by the lack luster attitudes displayed by some of his own vod. And it was even more disappointing that someone not Mandalorian could be witness to the talks and have more enthusiasm, or at least in his opinion, a realistic outlook on what must be done. "Oh well." He thought to himself. "At least the movers and shakers seem to realize the danger and understand what must be done." Still, for now, he would simply remain silent. There was nothing more to be said until the details began to spring forth on how it was all to work.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

[member="Aaden Renolds"]

The Bard's grin turned sharp-edged.

"A pity Ice never realized
That pitying sighs don't make men wise
If he grows up and goes to fight
We might as well turn out the light
His dickery and snobbish grace
Are writ in sneers across his face
This wasteful genocidal twat
Runs out the clock on what he's got
While proving he's an idiot.

"Not my best work, but I'm still warming up. You'll be in a drinking song yet, kid."

 

[Ordo]

[member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"][member="Catherine Romanov"][member="Aditya Mantis"][member="Preliat Mantis"][member="Rianna be Ar'klim"][member="Aaden Renolds"][member="Ginnie Ordo"][member="Felix Sin"][member="Vilaz Munin"][member="Rexus Drath"]

"That's a good point Jetiise." Ordo said waving a hand at the assembly of Aruetise, "we've dealt with sith for centuries. So....why waste time with you?"

 

[Anastasia Rade]

[member="Aaden Renolds"]

Ana's love had a way of making an entrance. They were different in that way as she tended to be a little more quiet and reserved until she was called upon to speak. She of course didn't have an issue speaking up when it was warranted Ana felt though as of right now the best idea was to listen. She could and would supply medical supplies when the timing was correct. If she needed to speak with her brothers later regarding this Ana would. Now was the time to see if this was going to even work.

Her hand went out to reach for Aaden's to give it a light squeeze. She wanted him to know she was here for him and listening even if nobody else was. Ana would stand by his side just like he was here for her right now.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra smiled and watched each one talk in turn, old enemies, new friends, and then the Ession members... she was not sure where to put them but while she did not like sending her own people into battle she owed [member="Strider Garon"]. With that thought she looked to her left at Krest and leaned in closer, her hair coming out of her hood and showing itself for a moment as she spoke to him. "I dont like this, any of this, but we owe strider as much to help him with this plan..." She smiled and turned her head back to the conversation, pushing her hair back into the confines of her hood and watching silently as she recognized [member="Ordo"] and [member="Rianna be Ar'klim"], smiling as once upon a time she had almost joined the Jedi and would have met the former Jedi Master, as well as her fighting beside Ordo during the terror attack. All those old memories of before the Order of the Grey and its joining with the Mandalorians. "Agreed, and i have another question, you say after the Sith are removed and as much as i love the thought of this, what does come next. The fringe? The Moross? The Confeder- Oh, sorry, Right the ASA? Or Even Us? Does this truly end after the Sith, if so i need to know how long my people can expect to fight a empire that never disappears." She emphasized the us, meaning the Mandalorians as a whole as they were probably counted as the second most aggressive nation with a major Influence.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Evil, good. Light, dark. No matter what you do, both will exist. Burn the Sith worlds, and you will sow hatred. The innocent people who survive, well. They will no longer be so innocent. They will harbor their hate for those who killed their family, friends. Until the point that they themselves will stand up, against all of you.

But, why burn the worlds yourself? Why not, instead, sow the seeds of not hate, but rebellion. The Sith rule through fear. The average person thinks them gods, unable to be killed by their own hand. The average soldier feels themselves cannon fodder when a Sith comes into play. But we know this as false. So what if we were to arm and train the average person with the tools and skills needed to fight Sith? What if we went about not burning worlds, but the Sith themselves who inhabit them? Target only them, literally burn their corpses, and show the people who are so afraid that the boogy man isn't all that."

Krest would pause then, leaning back in his seat. He wasn't entirely sure how the Sith were going to burn, but if he could steer the group from turning planets to glass well. That would be enough for the Zabrak.

@People in this thread. Probably should just follow it at some point.

 

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(Apologies for taking a bit to post. RL issues and whatnot



Graxin held his tongue for a time. He needed the most relevant issues out in the open before he could give his reasoning, otherwise his words would be picked apart by all those gathered. Some wanted to glass entire worlds. Others thought the Coalition was a waste of time. The more levelheaded worried about logistics, and more were busy spewing insults at one another.

The Archlord of the Reformation took a decisive step forward at the center of the gather, and stood as what he hoped was the center of their attention. The anxiety was gone, replaced with a cool sense of purpose. These were not gods. They were not the Jedi Council, ready to judge him for having dissimilar views. They were just people, all thrown together in the same osik pile.

"I would ask for silence, if only so that I can address as many of your concerns as I possibly can." He brought a fist up to his lips, and coughed politely. "I think that some of us fail to see the threat that we face. My friends, this is no meeting for galactic domination, or an alliance to rule the galaxy. This is an appeal for survival of our way of life."

It didn't directly address the concerns, but it was a start. "Before this war began, the Republic was a galactic superpower. Arguably fielding one of the most powerful militaries in our galaxy. Look at them now." He gestured off to the right. As if on command, one of the monitoring displays lit up with a tactical map, showing the One Sith's rapid encroachment into what once was the Republic's core The Architects were wonderful helpers when it came to negotiation."The Sith have not lost a single battle against the Republic. Not a one. If you believe that any of us alone can stand against what a united Republic could not, then I invite you to it."

His arm fell down to his side, and he turned about to look at each individual in the room. "I have studied the One Sith since the battle of Coruscant. I fought them on Ossus, and there I failed the Republic in the eyes of the Jedi Council. I understand what they are capable of. They are legion. For every Jedi in the Republic, there are ten Sith Acolytes. For every Mandalorian warrior, a dozen shock troopers. For every Jedi Master, a council of Sith Lords. They are not like the Sith Empire, nor the Sith of old. These Sith are united, and that takes away the single advantage we had. They don't fight for power like their predecessors."

He paused a moment, and centered his attention on [member="Aditya Mantis"]. "I admit, logistics is not one of my talents. As you can see, we have need of such. If you would help in that endeavor, it would be greatly appreciated." Then to [member="Preliat Mantis"]. "I agree that the Sith need to be exterminated. I believe in redemption, but these are different creatures. While I don't condone the destruction of worlds, nor do my Jedi, if they infest one to such a degree as, say Alderaan, I will personally press the button."

My Jedi. I can never go back to the Order, can I?

"We must all understand a single truth. Whatever comes afterword, this is for the survival of our people. Jedi and Mandalorians have both warred on one another, and fought alongside each other. It's time we united against our true enemy and their allies. I ask you this not as Jedi." He motioned toward [member="Anastasia Rade"]. "I ask you as a man concerned for his family. My flesh and blood are Mando'ade. My sisters are terrified that the One Sith will come and terraform their home. My brother has been reduced to a mindless animal because of their experiments, and my mother can barely control the panic on our home world."

He breathed a heavy sigh, and shook his head. His expression fell from that of a resolute centurion, to a tired man that just wanted to get home to his children. "I want the Jedi Order to be able to return to what we once were. Guardians of peace. I want the Mando'ade to have their homes and not worry about the Sith coming to destroy their way of life. I want the people of the galaxy to live without fear of being invaded by monstrosities. If we fight as one, then anything is possible."

That was the end of it, or at least it was. Someone in the crowd had brought up the Fringe or whatnot, and the possibility of he himself becoming a tyrant. Lovely.

"What of the other galactic powers? The Protectorate is unreliable and would sooner turn its guns on us under a pretense of morality to steal our resources. We've no need to deal with them. The Fringe keeps to itself, and from what I've seen, they have done nothing to stop the One Sith. Let them sit in their decadence."

He made a point to leave the ACA out. The fact of the matter was that the ACA might join the Coalition once it spread far enough. Giving an opinion on the matter would only be detrimental.

"As for tyranny, I am no king, nor do I wish to rule. I left the Republic to stop the Sith and protect the outer rim from their allies. I in no way hold absolute control over the Coaltion, I only birthed the idea. This beast is ours to tame, not mine alone."






@Everyone

 

[400]

[member="Graxin Rade"]

She glared at the man, her rage built up deep inside her, and she felt herself ready to burst. She looked at her uncle [member="Crucius Sin"], whom she figured was enjoying this. Felicia looked back up at the man. "So you left the Republic...to make something yourself. That makes you a leader, a king, whatever word you want to use." She stepped back away from the table. "You left them behind to burn, to fall. Have you seen Manaan?" She pressed a button and on a datapad slipped out from under her jacket, and into her hands. Reports showed. She slid it on the table.
"While you sit here, and talk about alliances...Romeo has done more at the very moment, then you Rade. It's a fools chance, but he's fighting." She looked at [member="Ordo"], "Hell the Mandos have done more then you. You've left your order to die, and came here to unite people under who's banner? Yours? The Ession's? That's still yours." She placed a hand on her hip.
"You're dodging questions with quirky responses. You would let the Republic fall so you can replace it with this." She suggested to the room's inhabitants. "Am I the only one who can see this? We sit here, and talk, while a few systems away...a planet burns. We could be helping by sending troops in some shape of form. We could send ships. We could do so much more then sit here, and talk about a fucking Coalition." She slammed her free on the table, and sat down.
"I dont know why Romeo even agreed to this crap.." She looked the man dead in the face at the opposite side of the table. "You better pray Graxin, pray Romeo comes back...". She said out loud. She looked up at the dark man. [member="Rexus Drath"], "The galaxy doesnt need this...you leader wants this."
[member="Krest"] [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]