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[Natasi Fortan]

THE SENATE DISTRICT

One could criticize Renata Westaway for some things. Her personability (usually low). The depth of her curtsy (usually shallow). Her willingness to compromise (usually nonexistent).

But her sense of punctuality? That was unimpeachable.

Rising from curtsy -- more of a shallow bob of a nod than anything, really -- she was two minutes early to Natasi's hotel suite. "Your Majesty, good morning," she said. Natasi was standing at the glass door to the veranda, gazing out across the ecumenopolis of Coruscant. The massive, squat dome of the Galactic Alliance Senate sat in the distance, shrouded in midmorning haze. Though she had been staring at the building, the Supreme Leader's thoughts were lightyears away. So distracted was she that Renata Westaway had to repeat herself before Natasi turned to her. "Apologies, Renata," she said quietly. "Miles away."

"Not at all," the blonde replied brusquely, dropping her gaze. "The speeder is ready. Are you -- shall we go?" Natasi looked over Renata's shoulder to where her bodyguard Dyrn Grav stood. He gave a nod. He had already confirmed that the route to the speeder was clear. Wordlessly, Natasi collected her gloves and cloak and followed Renata out of the hotel room. Dyrn's comforting presence settled beside and a half-step behind her. Renata wore a fashionable gray suit, sharply tailored, with an emerald blouse. Natasi had made a concession to Renata's insistence, just this once, and wore blue instead of black. Galidraani mourning standards could take a back seat to the needs of the Renascent Republic just for one day, and wearing a color typically associated with Imperial officer's uniforms would send the wrong message.

Still, even the somber navy blue felt disrespectful, somehow, to her son George. Alive, perhaps, though he had chosen the land of the dead. Just one failure in a string of many, the rest of which had been neatly detailed in unflattering terms across the pages of The Standard that Natasi had perused over her breakfast of toast and tea. How handy and timely. As if Natasi Fortan needed the reminders.

The speeder ride was quiet, uneventful. Natasi spent much of it gazing out the window. She had agreed -- reluctantly -- to Renata's request that she serve as Senator if the Renascent Republic's articles of admission were agreed to by the Galactic Alliance, but she couldn't bring herself to be enthusiastic about living in this planet-wide blanket of a city. They had been there for a week and Natasi hadn't seen a single blade of wild grass, a single bit of water. There was no nature anywhere to be seen. It was so unlike Dosuun, unlike Galidran, even unlike Aegis, the capital world of the Renascent Republic. The currents here were power and money, not water and air. A younger Natasi might have found the potential for fulfilling ambition terribly exciting, but Natasi felt old.

"Ma'am," Renata said gently from across the airspeeder cabin. Natasi looked up into her expectant blue eyes. She cleared her throat. "Did you want to review the prep materials once more before we arrive?"

Natasi took a breath and settled back against the seat back. "I think not, Prime Minister," she said softly, turning her attention back to the window. "Alea iacta est. We've done all we can."

Minutes later, they had cleared security and spent a few minutes in the visitor's cloakroom. Natasi touched up her subtle makeup, tucked her cloak and briefcase into a secured locker after removing her portfolio and a pen. There was a chime at the door and a Senate staffer entered, muttering something to Renata, who tucked her razor-sharp blonde bob behind one ear to listen, then went to Natasi. "The Committee is about to come to order."

They entered the committee chamber and took their seats at the witness table. Natasi could feel the anxiety rolling off of Renata and offered her a reassuring half-smile. They both rose to their feet as the Senators present for the session entered. Start as you mean to go on, Natasi thought, offering a serene but not overly-saccharine smile before she and Renata settled in again, prepared for whatever would come next.

Auteme | Desric Terassi | Xasha Callisto | Adriana Fortemps | Sonya Provost | Renata Westaway​

 

[Ruto Tane]

“It’s already bad enough you wish to consign us to a decade of imperialism” the elder of House Veridore complained. “Now you wish to admit into the ranks of the Alliance a remnant of the First Order”

“Remnant is a strong word” Senator Tane countered. The holographic figure of Lord-Speaker Veridore contracted he listened to the senator's response. The heated exchange between the two reflected the underlying tension that plagued their native homeworld of Alsakan. Senator Tane, known for his diplomatic finesse, sought to navigate the treacherous waters of politics while ensuring a return to prominence to his world, long ago sidelined in favor of such backwaters as Geonosis and Bastion.

Yet, his every move was shadowed by the First Families, his own people, who distrusted his motives, questioned his loyalties, disagreed with his methods and undermined him at every turn. His decision to move to condemn the corportist Senator from Skako had been praised by the First Minister, met with a muted response from the royal family and had angered the House of Lords, of which he was a member. It was the aristocracy that had pushed the neophyte Iago Stark out and it was the aristocracy that had turned to him to lead in the aftermath. They assumed that their benevolence would endear them to him. Unfortunately, they were mistaken.

“My decision is final. Alsakan is inclined to vote in favor of ratification because it is within our best interests to gather allies in these turbulent times” What had been a smile faded as his tone changed to one of serious resolve. “After the representatives from this..republic answer my questions, and should I find them in favor our inclination will move to an ironclad affirmative. That is all” He quickly waved away the hologram before Veridore could say anymore and proceeded into the Committee Chambers, taking his seat as Fortan and Westaway entered.

He watched the two powerful individuals with interest. There were a great many accusations leveled against them, Fortan in particular. It would be quite entertaining to watch the other Senators interrogate the former Supreme Leader for her actions during the reign of Siegar Ren, for he had no plans to question her role in the former First Order. No, his questions had a much more nuanced origin. He smiled politely at them both before fully settling into his chair and awaiting the hearing to begin.

What fun he mused to himself.

Natasi Fortan | Renata Westaway | Desric Terassi | Xasha Callisto | Adriana Fortemps | Sonya Provost | Auteme ​

 

[Xasha Callisto]

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Constancia​

Objective: Debate and question
Tags: Natasi Fortan Ruto Tane

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This was the latest in a long line of new members and Xasha was keen to be involved in the admissions meeting. She had come to this chamber today directly from the firing range, say what you want about the first order, they knew how to make a good rifle and she couldn't help herself trying out something unusual, and why not? Immersing herself a little with some of the less diplomatically trained soldiery was a good way to gain a little extra insight.

Her heels clipped as she walked along the long hallway, she was flanked by a personal assistant and also her long term advisor from Constancia. "Have you heard much from home?" she asked, having not been there in more than a month. "Everything is as expected, the council hope you can secure this world as a trade partner for Constancia, but they accept you are here representing the Alliance today." the orange skinned man replied.

"Thank you, I will bear the wishes in mind of course, I think I am close to a decision but obviously the hearing might change all that so who knows." She was positive about this meeting but would not pass any judgements one way or another without a fair hearing. She pushed through the door and walked into the chamber, seeing the other senators and observers sat down. A security guard scanned her badge and she took her own seat nearby Ruto Tane . She recognised his face but had never spoken peronsally to him, she knew which sector he represented as all of the senators had of course been briefed on the other attendees for today as it was diplomatic protocol. She nodded a greeting to him as she adjusted her telepathy blocking circlet and took her seat. Ready to hear all arguements. ​

 

[Renata Westaway]

As the Senators filed in and took their seats, Renata watched with a guarded blue-green eyes. Mouth suddenly dry, she reached for the pitcher of water that sat on the table between herself and Natasi and filled first one of the glasses, then the other. She took a sip, then set the glass down an appropriate distance away, out of the way so that she wouldn't knock it over. That would be all she needed.

She glanced at Natasi; the older woman gave Renata a gently encouraging nod and Renata reached forward to activate the microphone before her. "Distinguished members of this committee, Senators, good morning," Renata said. "It is a distinct privilege to be meeting you all face-to-face after much correspondence with some of your offices and the Galactic Alliance's diplomatic and executive services. On behalf of the Renascent Republic I wish to thank you very kindly for your invitation to appear before you. I am the Prime Minister off the Renascent Republic, currently established in the Adytum System."

She paused, folding her slender fingers together, gaze moving across the Senators.

"I am aware -- acutely aware, in fact -- of the unusual circumstances surrounding the Renascent Republic and its proximity to the Galactic Alliance's borders. And while I can assure you that it was never our intention to cause a threat to the Galactic Alliance, I am aware of the phrase talk is cheap, so I would like to take this opportunity to assure you and your constituents of our good intentions by answering whatever questions you might have about that or anything else you may wish to inquire about."

Another brief pause as she spread her hands, hoping to appear friendly and open, welcoming and inviting. "Furthermore, I extend an invitation to each of you to visit the Renascent Republic whenever your schedule may allow. We would be pleased to show you what the Renascent Republic is about and what we have to offer to the galactic community. Thank you very much for the opportunity to make this opening statement; I look forward to today's proceedings."

She turned off the microphone and took another drink.

That wasn't too painful, Renata thought to herself. Not yet.

Ruto Tane | Xasha Callisto | Desric Terassi | Adriana Fortemps | Sonya Provost | Auteme | Natasi Fortan​

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

// Aide Fortemps //
// Focus // Natasi Fortan // Renata Westaway // Xasha Callisto // Ruto Tane // OPEN //

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How far can one change?

The question was almost hypocritical as the Echani looked over the faces of Natasi Fortan and Renata Westaway on the datapad in front of her. Adriana had never met the woman in person, but unlike many of her fellow Republic representatives, the silver-haired woman had a far more intimate relationship with the First Order. Once counting herself as an ally towards them, her previous position had awarded her a fair bit more information about the Order and its members.

Truthfully the former Lord Inquisitor found it hard to judge the woman in front of her for her past actions.

In comparison to the Sith Order which once held the Echani's allegiance, the First Order's cold bureaucracy had always felt more reasonable than the intrigue of the Sith Court. While part of her questioned whether this Renascent Republic had indeed turned its back on its past, most of what Adriana assumed about the transition to democracy was part of her realization.

It was better to bend than to break.

Whether Fortan truly changed her views on politics didn't matter at the end of the day. The First Order she had helped create was gone now, or at least in hiding, and the Galactic Alliance was breathing down their necks. Holding onto their old ways was suicide, politically if not practically. Adriana knew less of Westaway, but her present company naturally drew suspicion towards the Renascent Republic. Still, if they were to be any use of Adriana in specific, the woman needed a more personal grasp of their character.

The Zabrak driver held the door open as the Froswythe representative left the vehicle, quickly drawing the relevant documents from her briefcase as she approached security. Adriana looked for familiar faces as she shuffled through the halls, the vastness of the current senate diluting her chances of finding one. The representative quietly took her seat as Westaway began her opening speech, something polite and grateful and above all crowd-pleasing.

Playing to the delegations individuals was smart, inviting them to their home smarter still. As with any bureaucracy, the body of the Senate was easily plied with self-benefit instead of the greater whole. Not that the two were mutually exclusive, the Echani herself would almost assuredly take up the offer.

The opportunity would have to wait, of course, the chance for response and questions taking precedence over Adriana's ability to ingratiate herself with the newest member of the Senate. For now, voices more immediately concerned than hers could take the floor.

 

[Desric Terassi]

Politics was like an ocean - power waxed and waned and alliances shifted with the tides.

Those who had once been an enemy turned neutral party now came seeking membership and Desric was inclined to support them in that pursuit for a number of reasons. Firstly, he strongly believed that the post-war era ought to be built on reconciliation; if the Alliance was to have any hope of rising to the heights of the Republic of yore, it needed to be flexible.

Secondly, the Board to which he ultimately answered favoured any expansion of the Alliance market. More importantly, the admittance of such states would make the corporation's own 'pseudodemocracy' seem exceedingly legitimate in comparison.

Thirdly, admitting Imperialists could be advantageous for him personally. His family had some... complicated relations with old enemies of the Alliance. The best example was his late brother Adrian's seat on the Sith-Imperial Dark Council. Should the Senatorial discourse shift in too confrontational of a direction, that sort of thing could come back to haunt him.

Still, it would not do to seem too eager. That could lead to a backlash.

"An excellent starting point, Prime Minister. I am sure the opportunity to see your world in person will prove illuminating." The tour would be flattering, no doubt. "This has largely been covered in the aforementioned correspondence, but perhaps you could explain the functioning of your planetary government for the benefit of those watching from home?"

It was, in effect, an attempt at letting them control the narrative, pre-empting some of the inevitable criticism.

Renata Westaway | @anyone I didn't directly reference.​

 

[Renata Westaway]

"Thank you for your question, Senator," Renata said respectfully. "I'm happy to elaborate, of course. The planet is governed by the Renascent Republic, which also governs Eos and Elea -- Aegis' sister worlds in the Adytum System. Our government works at several levels to ensure that it is as responsive as possible to differing levels of issues while continuing to be as democratic as can be achieved. Districts, divided on geographical grounds, elect their own local councils, which have a wide latitude in terms of how they organize themselves. In districts with a significant population -- for instance, the district encompassing Seldon-on-Thames, a decently-sized town -- councils often elect mayors from their membership in order to streamline administrative efforts."

"On a broader level," she continued after a quick pause to take a sip of water. "Constituencies, determined on population grounds such that each represents a roughly equal amount of people but with an effort to keep them geographically similar, elect Members of Parliament. Our system calls for regular reconsiderations of these constituencies is set up to effortlessly scale as the population grows. We anticipate reconsidering these constituencies at least annually for the foreseeable future because we have been seeing extensive population growth already and expect to see more."

"These Members of Parliament - MPs, in shorthand parlance - sit in the House of Commons in New Sterandel. I should note that the other planets as well as settlements on the system's habitable moons are also divided on these lines and send representatives to the Parliament. From their number, they choose a leader to act as the primary executive of the Republic. Then, on the basis of that representative election expressing the will of the people, Her Majesty -- Supreme Leader Fortan -- then invites that person to form a Government in her name. That - for obvious reasons - has not yet been the process to choose me, however my leadership was ratified by the House of Commons following our transition from essentially a directorate as a colony to our current system."

"The Government then sets the policy for Aegis, Eos, and Elea. The Civil Service serves as a facilitating function, helping to implement the laws and policies enacted by the Government by way of the Prime Minister and the Cabinet -- individuals selected from Parliamentary colleagues to serve executive and policy-making functions in addition to their duties as MPs."

Renata spread her hands, as if to show she had all her cards on the table. "That is it in a nutshell, but of course there are nuances and vagueries to every system. For instance, each planet and moon with permanent residents elects two citizens to sit in the Chamber of Legates, an upper house that is designed to serve as an advisory council to the Commons. providing or withholding consent to legislation passed by the Commons. Much of the inspiration for our system comes from old Galidraani ways, though there are obvious differences: as you will note the upper house is not an inherited position."

She paused, looking across the panel before turning her eyes back to Senator Terassi. "I hope that left you with more answers than questions, Senator," Renata said with a tone of self-deprecation and a wry smile. "But obviously I'm more than happy to elaborate further."

Desric Terassi | @The Senators​

 

[Auteme]

Renata Westaway Desric Terassi Adriana Fortemps Ruto Tane Xasha Callisto ​

"The data they sent implies a respectable amount of trade for their size."

Auteme chewed her thumbnail. "Do you think-"

"If the Director had known, she would've had at least something for us," Perav cut in. "She doesn't know everything. And we don't know nothing. Don't get paranoid."

"Yep." She rubbed her nose. It was poor timing to start burning out now; her days cooped up in the Executive Building, in situation rooms, and budget-drafting sessions had left her exhausted. This was the relaxing part of her week.

But something in her gut told her this was important. Beyond the spectacle of Auteme taking a stand against the possibility of Imperials in the Alliance, and the semi-extraordinary circumstances of the proceedings, there was something there. Whatever political sense she'd acquired, this moment smelled of opportunity to her.

"Qharn," she called. The door opened, and her security chief stepped inside. The door slid closed behind him. "I want a counterintelligence team on standby. People we trust. Objective TBD. Full kit."

Qharn nodded, and slipped out the door.

"Alright. Give it to me one more time," she said, motioning to Perav.

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The Chancellor did not usually attend these committee meetings, but under the extraordinary circumstances of not having a chair for the permanent committee (the Senator had been removed for spectacularly botching the selections for the delegation to Thyrsus) she'd made an excuse to come down. Even so, her presence there had been quite muted since things had begun.

That was until her aide came back through the doors on the opposite side of the room and locked eyes with her. Auteme wasn't a huge fan of telepathy, but after two signals she knew everything was prepared for her to act.

She leaned forward in her chair, coming into view like a shark leaping from the water. Her intent was not malicious but the pressure in the room seemed to increase; her eyes glittered, gaze flitting between Westaway and Fortan. The former was only just beginning to hit her stride, but the latter was still far, far away.

"Enlightening, Prime Minister Westaway," her voice was cool, her smile pleasant, "it seems we have comparable democratic ideals. Still -- as I am sure you are well aware, many people, myself included, have concerns about your history, as a nation, and as individuals.

"I find myself returning to your sentiment from before. Ah- talk is cheap. I think these proceedings might be better served by seeing what is being discussed -- after all, it has been so well kept from sight for some time.

"I'd like to take you up on your offer, Prime Minister. I'm not supposed to be here; as such, I think my schedule would allow me to visit your Republic immediately, if you would be so inclined as to show us what the Renascent Republic is about."

 

[Hovik Vaiken]

The Iron Senator of Foerost
Deputy-Whip of Federalist Bloc
Senate District, Coruscant -

Renascent Republic..Intriguing name the Senator thought as she walked through the hallways watching the ongoing meeting from her datapad; The Lady of Foerost wasn't one to clutter her plate with missions of bureaucratic visions but as a shrewd politician she needed to refrain from position of shadowy figure, intending to increase face value with this interaction. "Diplomacy, my favorite subject." She exclaimed in a mellow tone, a insidious smirk plastering across her face yet disappearing before she entered the room.

She hustled to an unoccupied, avoiding any small talk instead nodding at the Supreme-Chancellor and respective bureaucrats. Crossing her legs, she leaned back and hid her hands as she glowered throughout the room; from the time she entered the seat of Foerost to now she conducted herself as a stoic-statesman, more keen as a monarch of a principality - though this wasn't for no reason, she believed the Federalist Party should appear to most as not pencil-pushing vessels but Iron Walls of Vision who manifest their will.

"I hate monarchs and monarchies, mixed or not." She quietly said to herself for none to hear, an aside, her dark eyes rising to meet the former First Order Head of State, Natasi Fortan , a loving smile plastered across Calista face - wolf in sheep's clothing.

"...This Project - Pardon myself, I believe the concept in itself is but te' progressive idea ladies and gentleman, monarchies more so mixed-governments if correctly implemented can push growth whether economical or social of vertical-climbing." She commented, presenting herself as a supporter of this ideal-system and integration, a Expansionist Steward for now.

One shouldn't be absolute in choice, she paused - "Though I must say in honest opinion, a scheduled diplomatic exploration of the planet should be conducted - as stated by Chancellor Auteme." She pronounced, now placing herself in alignment with both respective groups. "And if the party sees fit for integration, Prime Minister, I'll be on the forefront alongside others for supplanting positive relations." She finished in a happy tone.

It wouldn't hurt her re-election resume to add expanding the Planet of Foerost coffers - perhaps a trade agreement, simple, the masses hear trade and for the most part think of the positives, the corporate oligarchs see this and see more opportunities to fill their pockets. More wealth to tax, more taxation to expand social services - to expand the growing Welfare State of Foerost, Calista envisioned a future where the people will have everything and want nothing.

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Desric Terassi | Auteme | Xasha Callisto | Ruto Tane | Adriana Fortemps | TAGS.

 

[Raigryn Vayd]

Raigryn Vayd rolled his eyes as senators immediately turned to the subject of democracy. The world of Cortella was a core world that still functioned as a monarchy.

Why anyone thought the sleeze and dishonesty of democratic elections was a good idea was still beyond him.

He sat in relatively Plain clothing and continued to glance down at his notes rather than watch the proceedings. So far, little had piqued his interest.

At home, he held land and titles and demanded respect. Here, he was little more than a minor voice on a series of sub-committees. They had sent him here not because he was the most qualified for the job, but to keep him from meddling.

One curious week after his third divorce Raigryn had nearly started a minor civil war simply because he had been in that kind of mood. Now he was someone else's problem.

There was a holonet channel dedicated to his sarcastic quips. Another of angry commentary outlining exactly why he was a dinosaur that was a danger to democracy everywhere.

This meeting was so tedious and - with the Natasi Fortan here - he had hoped for fire and brimstone.

Raigryn leaned forward and started to speak slowly and quietly. It was a deliberate technique. It forced other people to be quiet to listen to him, instead of continuing their private dialogues. It also made people jump when he then raised his voice.

"This committee is always keen to understand how any governance structure is able to fairly represent it's members..."

Democracy or otherwise, he silently added.

"...and just make good decisions. So in addition to my colleagues excellent questions... "

At no point did the whimsical, sarcastic smile leave his expression. At no point did his gaze stray from Natasi Fortan's.

"...I would like to understand how the Republic came to decide that the delegation sent today would best represent the interests of its people?"

 

[Natasi Fortan]

The Chancellor's words struck a chord with Natasi, and she could feel her Prime Minister's mood shift subtly at the woman's words calling into question not just the Renascent Republic, but the First Order and their own characters. It was a fair concern to have, though stated rather bluntly. The Galactic Alliance had reason to distrust Natasi Fortan. It had been she who had negotiated the peace between their two predecessor states, and she who had been the public face of the failure of that peace when Sieger Ren's war engine roared on. No one but Natasi and her husband Talbot Vitalis had ever known what that cost her -- the lost face, the shaken sense of credibility, the anguish over yet more lives lost in war -- and no one ever would know.

Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

The Supreme Leader shared a confidential glance with her Prime Minister. The women had, through a long time working together, developed a kind of shorthand. A lifted brow here. A squint there. The twitch of a lip -- upward, downward. The set of a jaw. The movement of a finger. Renata was concerned that this assent by the Chancellor to a visit -- in the immediate term, no less -- was being regarded as the calling of a bluff. Hoping to catch them with their proverbial pants down, the arching of one gossamer brow suggested.

Natasi answered with a subtle shake of her head, manifesting itself by the shifting of her chin briefly to either side before she turned her gaze back to the panel. After a moment to touch the microphone control in front of her, she offered that serene smile. "Your Excellency, it would be a privilege," she answered truthfully. "If you would like to tell me your logistical preferences -- your ship or mine, so to speak -- we can depart within an hour of your command."

She suspected it would be a slog to convince the Chancellor and other skeptics of their good intentions. Perhaps it would be a good enough start to convince them of a lack of bad intentions. Surely placing herself in a place where harm may come to her was a suggestion that she was willing at least to have the conversation.

Natasi sensed Renata relax beside her, a slight sagging of her shoulders that had become tense with defensiveness. Her attention then went to two others that had spoken after the Chancellor, first Calista Aquiliux. "Senator Aquiliux, you are of course most welcome to the Renascent Republic at any time -- whether as part of the Chancellor's delegation or at a time of your convenience in the future. We are most eager to build a bridge of partnership and good will between our nation and the Galactic Alliance."

Raigryn Vayd -- Natasi had heard the name in her briefing materials, but there was something vaguely familiar about him beyond all that. He had the air of someone comfortable in the halls of power. Nobility, she seemed to recall. Kindred spirits, perhaps, though even on Galidraan being of the same social class was as inclined to cause discord as it was to facilitate collegiality. The Supreme Leader favored him with her full attention, dark eyes meeting his own unflinchingly.

"Certainly, Senator," Natasi said. "Doctor Westaway has led the effort to establish what was then Project Renascence for over a decade. I chose her for leadership for this delicate project because I was deeply impressed by her. As you are likely aware, the First Order of old -- some decades ago -- was felled by an onslaught of Ssi-Ruuk Imperium forces. Doctor Westaway was, at that time, the director of the First Order Urban-Ecological Division. She was responsible for the design, construction, and maintenance of the delicate system that preserved the balance between the growth of cities and respect for the nature that they grew from. The Ssi-Ruuk attack was absolutely devastating to Dosuun and particularly to Avalonia, the First Order's capital at the time. Doctor Westaway found herself fleeing into the tunnels of the subway system where she displayed such impressive leadership qualities that she was chosen unanimously as the leader of more than two hundred people that had fled into that part of the tunnels."

Natasi paused a moment, looking over at Renata briefly. "That group, trapped beneath Garden Street Station in the ruins of our capital, had a higher per capita survival rate than any other group of survivors on Dosuun when rescuers discovered them years later. A lower rate of malnutrition and illness, thanks to the system of hydroponics and water filtration she put in place. It is a testament to her leadership that when I tasked her with the establishment of Project Renascence -- to ensure that the ideals we both held close would survive should the First Order once more succumb -- every surviving member from that group and their families joined her. No questions asked. They formed the first nucleus of Project Renascence. Not sycophants, not paid mercenaries, but people loyal to the ideal that merit should determine the trajectory of one's life."

She rested her hands in her lap and smiled politely. "I say all this at the risk of embarrassing my colleague who tends to find public recognition and praise somewhat uncomfortable. All in all, that's rather a good sign, in my experience. As for me -- I'd like to think my actions speak for themselves. I have been willing to sacrifice everything in the service of my people. When Dr. Westaway asked me, I could only agree. I hope that the working relationship between the Renascent Republic and the Galactic Alliance is long and fruitful. A marathon, one may say, rather than a sprint. And though I am most decidedly not an athlete, I understand enough to know that it is critical to get the first steps of a marathon right, and if I can help achieve that, then -- quite simply -- I must."

Auteme | Calista Aquiliux | Raigryn Vayd | Xasha Callisto | Adriana Fortemps | Ruto Tane​

 

[Ruto Tane]

It didn't take long for the hearing to begin in earnest. That, he supposed, was due more to the curiosity burning within his fellow Senators as opposed to any standing committee or senate rules. To be honest, he had come to detest the slow pace of the Senate and this was most refreshing.

For a while, he sat in his seat quietly and observed the interactions. Prime Minister Renata Westaway gave her opening statement, and it touched on a great many topics, most of which he had no questions on. The next person to speak was the Chancellor herself, signifying just how important these hearings truly were. Under normal circumstances, it would've sufficed for a ranking member of the standing committee to preside over a hearing such as this, but he supposed that the young Chancellor could not suppress either her curiosity or her troubles regarding the world of Aegis and its accompanying worlds.

Ruto was quite surprised to see the Supreme Leader, not her designated Prime Minister, answer the question. Most gratifying. It displayed not only to the Senators in the room that she was truly committed to serving as a Senator and not a figurehead, which he had to admit was likely a forgone conclusion but still he considered it a nice gesture.

"Well on behalf of this committee, I'd like to honor Prime Minister Westaway for her dedication to her people, truly heroic" The words came out strong, not hostile but not entirely warm. He hadn't rehearsed this part, so he quickly adjusted his voice. "I am certain your service to your people will be celebrated, not just on Aegis but throughout the Alliance for years to come" He directed the genuine compliment towards the Prime Minister.

"While I agree with my colleagues that a visit to the Renascent Republic would be quite wonderful, I have to say I see no actual reason to delay acceptance of your application" There was a but, always a catch. "While this situation is certainly unique, its not entirely unheard of. I believe that you are a changed woman. Just like I believed Aerarii Tithe was a changed man when I voted for him"

"There is only one thing I believe impedes your standing both within this committee, and within our wider federation and I reckon it can be quickly rectified" He paused to look at both of them. "A simple, public denouncement of the horrors the First Order committed under the reign of Supreme Leader Ren" Perhaps that act, which he knew that both had either already done or had no issue doing, would alleviate the concerns of his own constituency and give him reason to justify Alsakan's fervent support of admission.

Natasi Fortan | Renata Westaway | The Kind Senate Folk​

 

[Raigryn Vayd]

"Certainly, Senator," Natasi said. "Doctor Westaway has led the effort to establish what was then Project Renascence for over a decade. I chose her for leadership for this delicate project because I was deeply impressed by her.

Raigryn smirked as the explanation continued.

He didn't need to speak right now. There were enough voices and the final point was the important one.

Even Raigryn had limits on how far he could prioritise his own personal amusement and points-scoring above real progress.

Instead he turned to one of his aids, held up the piece of paper on it and kept gesturing between lines on the page and Natasi Fortan.

When Raigryn had asked the question about choosing the right delegation, he had not been reading an entire page of public comments on the Alliance that had come from Renata Westaway.

 

[Matma Bernu]

#NowPlaying

As the Committee called their session to order, a singular, middle-aged Chiss male slipped into the chambers, quickly securing a seat. The Chiss was remarkably undescript- a simple, black form-fitting body armor, emblazened with a singular insignia on his pauldrons. So unremarkable was the Chiss that only two thing stuck out.

The eye-patch over his left eye, and the clearly worn- but cared for- hilt, unmistakably a lightsaber, dangling off his hip.

The Chiss settled in, silencing his com-link as the meeting was gaveled to order. He drew a sharp breath as the unmistakeable figure of Natasi Fortan came into eye-shot, Dyrn Grav her ever-watchful shadow not too far behind.

After the wars, Natasi simply...vanished. We assumed she had died. Dispatched by a usurper. For good. But it seems the rumors are true, and I didn't leave Bastion without cause. Honestly, I'm more surprised that I haven't seen...

At that point, Renata Westaway activated her mike. He stifled a chuckle, drawing a number of rebuking whispers and stares he subsequently ignored.

Of course. If anybody would survive, it would be her.

Following that, the Chiss took notes sparingly, but paying attention to the words of the Alliance, parsing the words. He train of thought was abruptly broken by a tap. Turning his head slightly, saw an impatient man standing close to him- too close. How had he not noticed? The man- a aristocrat of some sort- curled his lip as he addressed the Chiss.

"Excuse Mr..."

"Bernu. Matma Bernu."

"...Whatever. I don't know how you got in hear, but this section is set aside for the Kuati delegation, and I will have you know sir, that I am very close with the Chancellor, and I will make your misbegott-"

Matma waved his hand. "Your going to stand over by the corner. You need to stretch your legs. Your wife told you to be more active."

"...Actually, I'm going to go stand for a bit. The missus said I shouldn't be so...sedentary." Matma refocused his attention on the proceedings as the noble-man stumbled over to the corner in a stupor.

He reached out with the Force, touching the minds of Fortan and Westaway, staring directly at them as he projected a message:

"Stay firm. Hold the line."

Auteme | Calista Aquiliux | Raigryn Vayd | Xasha Callisto | Adriana Fortemps | Ruto Tane | Renata Westaway | Desric Terassi

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi's dark eyes took in Ruto Tane , gaze so deep as to be unfathomable.

It might have appeared like scrutiny of the man, or maybe even distaste for his impertinent demand, but it was neither. She was considering his motivations. What was his intent with that question? To extract some kind of genuflection from her -- well, that was never going to happen.

If only she could make him understand that she was not a changed woman. She was as she had always been: a woman with good intentions in a galaxy that did not give anyone with even a hint of responsibility the right to exist within their own inflexible moral code. If the Renascent Republic became a member of the Galactic Alliance and she was allowed to serve as its Senator, she would continue to be just that: a woman with good intentions, but no less human than she had always been -- subject, like anyone else, to the same flaws and errors that made sentience possible.

She stayed silent for a few moments after his question, continuing to regard Tane, her jaw setting as she pondered. She could feel Renata growing restless beside her, wondering what the Supreme Leader was about to unleash, and she could sense the glare of cameras on her, a too-familiar sensation. To put Renata out of apprehension as much as anything else, Natasi straightened her back and squared her shoulders.

"Senator Tane, I appreciate your view on this matter," Natasi said, her voice steady and calm, if a little cool. From behind her, a familiar presence brushed her mind, an encouraging sentiment. She resisted the urge to look behind her, but she didn't need to. Matma Bernu had survived the demise of the First Order. The realization lifted her spirits immensely, but -- business first. "I hope I can make myself clear in that I denounce -- without reservation -- atrocities that have been committed by governments of every stripe, in every location, across all of galactic history. I believe my record on this question speaks for itself."

Natasi paused and glanced over at Renata, whose blue-green eyes were wide, blonde eyebrows slightly lifted, before turning her attention back to Tane.

"I'm sure a man of your political talent can understand the reasons I am hesitant to make a blanket denunciation of so-called horrors under the late Sieger Ren, but for the benefit of those at home, allow me to briefly outline. First, much time has passed between the reign of Sieger Ren and today, and the intervening years have shown that those involved with the First Order are very well able to work with the current iteration of the Galactic Alliance. I can think of nothing of value that can come from rehashing old debates -- perennial favorites like who fired the first shot at Kaeshana -- so far from the event. Reopening old wounds does nothing to heal them, and makes new wounds all the more likely. Second, as I'm sure your intelligence services have confirmed, there are elements both in former First Order space and elsewhere who still cleave to the ideals of, and personal loyalty to, the late Supreme Leader. Denunciations of the man would serve only to inflame these groups. I believe we all saw the consequences of this inflammation all over this galaxy, but nowhere more apparent than at Csilla, where soldiers and pilots and naval personnel from the Galactic Alliance fought and died alongside the same from the First Order, united in common purpose against them."

She paused and pressed her lips together for a moment before continuing in a businesslike tone: "Additionally -- I'm no stranger to the media environment. Like in the Galactic Alliance, the First Order had and the Renascent Republic has a free press and I am not unfamiliar with being criticized -- in my view, sometimes fairly and sometimes not, but that's besides the point. As a point of personal integrity, I avoid making statements that can be taken out of context and distorted to mean whatever someone in the media, or on the Holonet, wants it to mean. Blanket statements like the one you suggest would fall very much within that category. With that being said, if you have questions as to where I stand on any particular incident or incidents, I'm more than willing to go on the record."

Renata, for her part, cleared her throat and leaned forward to speak into her own microphone. "I -- I echo the comments made by the Supreme Leader."

Auteme | Calista Aquiliux | Raigryn Vayd | Adriana Fortemps | Ruto Tane | Desric Terassi | Xasha Callisto | Renata Westaway​

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

(OOC: Posted with wrong account sorry.)

 

[Rens Ahim]

Tag: Auteme Calista Aquiliux Raigryn Vayd Renata Westaway Ruto Tane Desric Terassi Xasha Callisto

Rens Ahim, wearing his people's traditional uniform, sat at the panel with neither a smile nor a glare. It was only a neutral expression looking back at Natasi Fortan. Beneath the surface however, was contempt…

Many of his colleagues seemed quite fine with playing kid gloves with this former Sith Collaborator. His child self would find this whole affair disturbing but years as a lawyer and district attorney taught him much about such dealings even though they still disgust him.

Perhaps it's for economic opportunities and political benefits or both that they're willing to give her a senatorial seat. They probably believe it would actually be for the good of the Alliance.

Regardless of their reasons, Rens will not play the same tune with them. Especially more evident with how Natasi refused to denounce the former Supreme Leader of the First Order. He had to resist the urge to scowl when she had the nerve to preach about 'personal integrity'. No Rens fought to keep that neutral expression fixed on his face while thinking.

Such eloquent words…for an elitist.

Webbed hands gasped together the senator of Bestine stayed silent until at last he in a tone was precise and to the point asked.

"By that same measure Ms. Fortan wouldn't joining the Alliance also inflame those former First Order elements you just happen to mention? Wouldn’t they see your application to the senate as betrayal to Sieger Ren’s memory?”

Rens purposely withhold using any of Natasi’s noble titles and her current political label as well. He had no intention of changing that whatsoever. Bestine’s representative suspected that Natasi Fortan will preach about how it would be a necessary duty to her people and make some long winded excuse on how joining the Alliance is not the same as denouncing Sieger Ren. The two questions were only a jab meant to the test the waters. Not only for Natasi Fortan but also his fellow senators. He will at least get a better understanding of who is trying to benefit from this appilcation.

 

[Raigryn Vayd]

"My honorable colleague asks a good question," Raigryn said.

He slid that piece of paper he had been holding forwards on the table. He had made it clear that he was going to speak but let the silence drag on for a couple of seconds.

"I might add a question specifically for the Prime Minister. Natasi Fortan once said:"

He cleared his throat and pretended that he was reading the paper.

"The Galactic Alliance, despite their feeble...something something...are the single greatest threat to freedom, stability, justice, and peace in this galaxy."

"So might I ask - perhaps if you will indulge me - more directly, why you thought that the inevitable circus was in the interests of the Republic in securing these diplomatic channels."

"Given the...kind words..."

He waved at Natasi in a manner that showed he had listened to her ringing endorsement but didn't care.

"...around your competency you could have handled this matter?"

Raigryn, like many men on many committees, liked the sound of his voice more than making any timely progress.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi favored Rens Ahim with a politely inquisitive look, her brunette head tilted just so. "Thank you for the question, Senator," Natasi began her answer. "I doubt whether the elements I'm referring to would be remotely as offended by the workings of the Renascent Republic and its potential relationship and member within the Galactic Alliance as triggering as a lengthy rehashing of the complicated legacy of Sieger Ren, particularly in the public glare and in the terms in which some of your colleagues seem to be envisioning. That's not to say that I am not willing to discuss my differences with Sieger Ren -- as I told Senator Tane, if there are specific incidents of policy differences you have in mind, I'm happy to discuss them with you."

The metaphorical temperature in the room had shifted a little; it felt distinctly chillier now.

Tilting her chin as she continued, Natasi went on: "There is, too, the matter of utility. The circumstances have changed between the Republic's founding and today; it would have been an act of bad faith to remain in clandestine seclusion given our proximity to the Alliance's expanded borders. Not only that, but it is my belief that the people of the Renascent Republic have something to offer the Galactic Alliance and vice versa. In this case, the risk of radicalizing -- further radicalizing -- the Knights of Ren cult and the isolated warlords in the Unknown Regions is far outweighed by the benefit to all parties involved. I can't say that the same is true for extracting a public performance of penance over a government that has not been relevant on the galactic stage for decades."

Rens Ahim​

 

[Renata Westaway]

Renata felt her jaw bulging uncomfortably as she listened to the Supreme Leader's answer, her hands grasping her pen in a grasp so firm her knuckles were white. She listened to Raigryn Vayd intently, though -- not being the practiced diplomat that her companion was -- she was unable to summon the polite, vaguely pleasant mask that the Supreme Leader wore. She was sure he could see the ambivalence across her blue-green gaze.

"I suppose," she said, her gravelly voice calmly level as she leaned forward to address Raigryn, "that I would not consider this -- circus, in your words -- inevitable, considering that the comments you are reading from are no doubt close to five decades old, spoken in regard to a government that has not existed for years, about a war that that government started, with another government that has not existed for more than forty years. I would further go on to wonder whether such an exercise in recriminations is useful in the galaxy's current security posture."

She paused and tucked the left side of her razor-sharp bob behind her head. Void, she could go for a cigarette right now. "Had I suspicions that this circus was, in fact, inevitable, I would have taken the same actions. Momentary discomfort -- for myself or for Natasi Fortan -- is insignificant compared to the interests of the people we seek to represent here."

Raigryn Vayd​