Coruscant // Senate Rotunda // Grand Convocation Chamber
Much transpired during his absence from the political theatre of the Senate Floor. It wasn't that long ago that Otto began campaigning for a seat at the table. Where the Replica Droid would no longer stand on the sidelines, saying what needed to be said - and watch as his words ultimately amounted to nothing. With his predecessor's loss in the electoral race and his subsequent succession - Otto sought to go against the political grain and fulfill the myriad promises that were made during the campaign. Such events were the reason why the newly elected Representative of Coruscant was unable to attend several minor sessions. He decided to leave his Junior behind to handle whatever manners that required his attention, instead. Naturally, some things couldn't be ignored or passed off to others. This emergency and closed session of the Senate was one of them.
While others would undoubtedly despise the late hour of this emergency summons, Otto felt nothing. The benefits of being artificial, the Replica Droid mused. He didn't fall prey to the pangs of fatigue like a Mortal did. Instead, the only thing that he had to worry about was the consumption of energy within his artfully synthetic frame. The less power used by his daily operations meant that there was less downtime that his physical form required when needed to pass as wholly Human. In that vein, however - due to the timing and the need to be alert when the briefing transpired - Otto elected to bring a cup of spiced caf with him. Which made for an awkward transition through the Rotunda's Concourse after passing through the various security measures in place.
The billowing mug remained within his grasp as the Chancellor relayed the grim news of what was uncovered on the surface of Yinchorr. He wasn't surprised regarding this revelation. In fact, Otto was beginning to suspect that this tragic encounter was merely the start of a new and terrible future between former allies. With the Sith Empire falling back on all fronts and seemingly beset on all sides by those they once considered their lessers, it was only a matter of time before the momentum was shifted towards someone else. Imperialism was a cancer that thrived on conflict and died only when stagnation took hold. Thus, as their war with the Sith came to an end - another would doubtlessly take its place.
In Otto's mind, the only item that was in question was how this war would take shape.
He took a hearty sip from the billowing mug as the Chancellor finished relaying her fears and the path forward that she wished to take. There was merit in her words, but as the Senator from Tepasi had pointed out - it would show their hand too early. In swiftly returning the Defense Force's disparate elements, it would only inflame the New Imperial's rising tension with their Core-bound allies. They'd likely see it as a betrayal - as they'd effectively be abandoning the myriad war fronts against their familiar foe. An armistice was rumoured to be in the works. Still, the timing would be off - especially if they acted on the Chancellor's recommendation.
Like with all things in any democratic state - such a recommendation could be amended and changed to fit the collective will of the people. It's one of the many reasons why democracy exists as it does and why it lasted longer than any form of Imperialism throughout the ages.
"Mad'am Chancellor," Otto said, as he placed the porcelain cup on the shelved lectern of his Repulsorpod. He paused for a moment as the Pod uncoupled from its housing and drifted towards the centre of the Grand Convocation Chamber. Such an action allowed for silence and for the man to gather his thoughts. "Coruscant seeks recognition."
"It is troubling to learn of these events revolving around the divided Yinchorri. We were approached by their Leadership Caste to help them end their divisive feud, and in doing so - have uncovered an insidious plot. One that will likely set a dangerous precedent for our future relationship with our friends in the New Imperial regime. I find myself in agreement with the voiced concerns of my esteemed colleagues, save for the opinions of a vocal minority."
His synthetic and cybernetically enhanced eyes drifted towards the honourable representative of Foerost and slowly began to narrow. If Otto was a petty synthetic man, the Replica Droid could wholly cripple Foerost's entire economic structure. All he would have to do is petition the Republic Engineering Corporation to break their contracts with the local Shipwright - and take their business elsewhere. Sure, the Planet could eventually recover if given the time. But, the deed alone would be more than enough to cause quite the problem within the boundaries of that man's represented sector.
Besides, there were plenty of sentients on Coruscant who would kill for the chance to work for an Intergalactically-renowned Megacorporation.
"Nevertheless," He said, refocusing on the Chamber proper. "I would second and recommend that we follow through with the suggestion proposed by the honourable Lady Tagge from Tepasi. A gradual redeployment of our assets within foreign territory wouldn't draw too much notice from the New Imperials, nor should the alterations in the very nature of their deployment." He paused then, taking the time to compose his thoughts and breathe. "But, in doing so - we must ask - to what nature should their redeployment be geared towards? They're soldiers who've sworn to uphold and defend the very ideals and values of the Alliance. They aren't trained nor equipped to act as infiltrators against an allied force - where one wrong move would certainly ignite hostilities where there was none - rather than perpetuate the conflict, or bring about it's end."
"Therefore," Otto continued, "If it is a message that this august body wishes and seeks to send - we should start on the homefront. Imperialism's values and ideals are contagious and cancerous, especially amongst those easily swayed by their false promises of safety and security. I believe that we, the Senate, should become proverbial Surgeons as we carve out this tumour festering within our borders. In presenting a unified front against our supposed friends in the Galactic North, it is my opinion that we shall send the intended message that this august body desires. That we will not stand for the dagger in the dark when the sword in the light shall do."
"And with that," Otto said with a measure of finality. "The floor is yielded."
Maynard Treicolt
and
Lucien Dooku
(2) via his surrender to the Senator of Aargau,
Aerarii Tithe
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