What Is Politics without a Chandrilan?

[Geneviève Lasedri]

It was a question that was nearly rhetorical, in the sense that some of the most influential shifts in governments had been influenced by figures hailing from this grassy world. Mothma came to mind immediately for most, and children such as a young girl nearly twenty years ago by the name of Lasedri had been subject to the readings of the past leader of a past Rebellion and Republic. Strange how that all worked out. The similarities were certainly there, but most stopped after that.

Though full of conviction and a sort of charisma that had helped the Republic at least survive this long, the Prime Minister's passion and place in people's hearts was definitely beginning to fade. She had promised so much and seemingly delivered all but the very thing she had been elected for--regenerating a dying nation and punching the One Sith Empire in its crotch; throat; wherever was needed to hasten its demise and return the once-grand Republic to its dominant place as a sisterhood of peaceful systems with a passive-aggressive outlook on the potentially encroaching evils of the galaxy. But whether it be ill solar winds or what some believed as the Force, Lasedri had thus far come short on victory. And while no one else had showed any promise or attempt to refute her leadership abilities, one could tell that morale was diving across the board--even in the Prime Minister's office itself.

However, a fellow Chandrilan had made it on the 'radar', so to speak. Though perhaps not the most sentimental of humans, Geneviève was sincerely interested in the welfare of her homeworld above all else. And it was due to her care for her place of origin that she had called the new senator of Chandrila to her office without delay. Time to pick another brain.

 

[Giovannti Alicence]

Chazwa, new heart to the Galactic Republic and where she currently resided. Having stayed a week or two post to more festive matters stirring in Chazwa, she received a blaring request to read a holomessage in the midst of her sleep. Despite her grunts, she accepted the message, whisking her hair to the side. "Hmm?" The holomessage seemed to be an invitation, from Chancellor Genevieve herself. For the duration of the message, she scrubbed at her eyes while the feeling of sympathy flushed over her. She had been tasked with maintaining a castle of sand which as of late, seemed to be seeping through her palms as of late. Ending the transmission, she took to preparing herself for the meeting. Afterward, she eyed her many sets of the same checkered, black and white dress and snow-flake-esque earrings. With speed, she exited her temporary residence, whether a motel or small fort seeing as The Galactic Republic had been seemingly brought to a single, crippled stance and aesthetic was surely not their top priority.

From massive-scale buildings, to refurbished warehouses the HQ of highly esteemed facilities seemed to trickle down to. Easing herself past security, if any, and into the warehouse she was directed toward The Chancellor. "Right this way, Senator Alicence." It'd be false to state Giovannti couldn't put two and two together regarding why she had been summoned, but it was always better to hear things from the horses mouth itself. She entered the office with her usual, slight smirk. "Must I say, I feel quite..'special' receiving an invitation from the Chancellor herself. In any case, it's a pleasure to meet you. I, am Giovannti Alicence, Senator of Chandrila, as you must know." She extended a hand toward Genevieve. She preferred physical pleasantries over verbal, but verbal formalities never seemed to hurt.

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[Geneviève Lasedri]

While Senator Alicence may have preferred physical formalities to the verbal, Geneviève hardly gave a thought to pleasantries of any sort. It was a habit from her more rebellious days, back when it was a chore just to get people to show up for duty in the Alliance and they were all both figuratively and literally in the trenches. Things were different for Lasedri now, though those who had known her since the 'olden days' would bear witness to the fact that her personality had hardly changed a bit. She was as charismatic as ever, and this time she had the power and public profile to assert her will upon systems at a time. Not that the Sith were not doing well enough a job at that already. It was a realization that had plagued her since before her election, fear for her homeworld bordering the overtaken zone. And so the Prime Minister almost reluctantly accepted the extended hand before quickly motioning for her new political associate to take a seat across the desk from her.

"Bias is not my aim," Geneviève began, "but it is most certainly undeniable that I hold it towards a senator representing my world. I'm sure you understand." A bottle of Chandrilan red wine was procured, and the Republic's leader offered to pour a glass for the woman. "Besides, I don't think anyone else quite understands the gravity of the situation and has the political foundation necessary for this sort of job. We Chandrilans are known to be alert and also quite cantankerous." And perhaps narcissistic.

"So, what are your goals?" Gen raised an inquiring eyebrow at the checkered outfit of the blonde, noting that such curiosities expressed a certain confidence. Good. She would need that. Though it would serve to the PM's dismay if they crossed on values too often. Time to mold this one for the Senate if she was indeed still malleable. "It could be said that you have the potential to accomplish anything, considering the circumstances. Chandrila being on the border is dreadfully motivational, if you ask me." And that was possibly the only way she had survived about eight years in this chair. Conviction, charisma, and consistency.

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[Giovannti Alicence]

Giovannti's gaze momentarily quivered, having taken notice of said reluctance. With a faint nod, she took to a seat, folding her right leg over the other. Her eyes locked upon [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]'s lips, the words escaping them even more so. One would notice her own jaw beginning to clench at the mentioning of Chandrila and its state. She certainly had concerns, requests and ideas, but such would be postponed for another time. Her mood eased notably after Chandrilan red wine made appearance, a personal preference above what other forms of wine and customary beverages she has endured consuming for the sake of being polite in foreign worlds. She gripped the glass between her middle and index finger, swaying it to and fro whilst listening to Genevieve.

"My goal is.." She hesitated, becoming uneasy once more at the thought of the inhabitants of Chandrila and their burdens. "Chancellor, my goal is confirm how and who will alleviate the growing suspicions and burdens of Chandrilans. It is not a surprise we are on the border, afterall. Pardon my bluntness, Chancellor, but if the Republic has been reduced to ..relocation and crippled numbers, I question how support will be given should me and our people need it." She paused, lowering her glass. "I have no goal, but mission to give my people something to hold on, something they can believe and know as truth." Her breath quivered, her gaze waving from the interior of the makeshift office to Genevieve herself.

"Now..you mentioned a mission?"