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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:00 AM Post #1 |
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(This Topic comes from Star Wars: SHattered galaxy, viewed in it's original form here, http://s15.zetaboards.com/SW_Shattered_Galaxy/topic/6515941/1/ ) Original Poster: Ra Cul Maz Kayashi stood on the Observation Deck of the Command Station. He watched, as numerous smaller vessels flitted around past his view. It was busy. But, lately, it was always busy. Business was booming for the Kuati. Several new customers were willing to negotiate, including, apparently, the Nadeshi and the Mandalorians, both of whom had their own shipyards. Not as impressive as KDY, to be certain, but nothing ever had been. Not for several thousand years. The Fortress drifted into view. It was one of two Imperial Class Star Destroyers the Kuati maintained for their fleet. He'd commanded her once. Even seen some minor battles with her. He snorted. Minor battles were all any Kuati officer would face these days. Kuati's importance to the recovery of the galactic community meant anyone foolish enough to assault it, would face not just the Kuati, but dozens of other worlds as well. Even an alliance of several larger kingdoms, would not long survive the ramifications of such an assault. He tapped his datapad absently. The Princess's young fiance' had arrived. He wondered silently, why the Queen had risked her power and position, by betrothing her heir to an outworlder. The noble families would do everything in their power to prevent it. To include a possible coup. The Chiss vessel had also arrived. Fierce warriors, the Chiss had yet to fully rebuild a decent shipyard, and so purchased much of their starcraft from KDY. Another order? Seems likely. It had been nearly a year since their last one had been placed. He watched silently, as a Nadeshi Dreadnaught docked at the station. An impressive vessel, to be certain, and it appeared, from the outside at least, to be well maintained. What he knew of the Nadeshi, save a few of their more famous military leaders of the past was limited, but their reputation for practicality was reknowned the galaxy over. If it was well maintained on the outside, he reckoned it would be moreso, on the interior. "Let the Chiss and Nadeshi know I am in the observation deck, and willing to meet with them at their convenience." He told a nearby aide, never taking his eyes from the viewport. Ah.....if only I lived in times where my skills could be of higher service. I am a soldier, not a politician.... |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:02 AM Post #2 |
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Original Poster: Teslan As the Chiss Destroyer began docking procedures, Teslan and his envoy gathered in the embarkation room. Several of his advisers buzzed about him offering counsel on how to best see the negotiations through. Teslan ignored them all. Indeed, he kept them about to keep the Great Houses happy. As the appointee to the newly created position of Padisha, Teslan was capable of representing what was left of the Ascendancy as well as taking command of their armed forces but according to his job description he still answered to the Aristocra. The airlock opened and Teslan marched forward, leaving his chattering aides behind. Caught off guard, his security detail had to run to catch up. As they rounded the first corner, they were met by one of the Administrator's aides who informed him that Maz Kayashi was on the observation deck then showed them the way. Teslan ordered two of his guards to enter with him leaving the rest to stand outside to guard the room. "Commander Kayashi I presume?" Teslan asked as he entered, "I am Padisha Kit'esla'nuruodo, I represent the Chiss Asccendancy. I believe you were unfortunate enough to deal with the Aristocra last time?" |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:03 AM Post #3 |
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Original Poster: Fjett d'Elteh ((OOC; Diplomat's profile will be up tomorrow, first thing. Went a little too into this post.)) Lt. Fjett d'Elteh monitored the stations under his keep; sublight and hyperspace navigation. For a moment, he seemed to become very, very responsible for the actions at hand. In today's galaxy, most ship's navigation crew were the ones worked to the limit - Fire Control and Communications didn't see much work, especially on the Florencia. But in the Navy of the Nadeshi Republic, that was not an excuse to stay out of top condition. Fjett threw the thoughts out of his head. He wasn't the helmsman - just the guy who liased between him and Florencia Actual, aka the Captain. He could only think of the pressure on that poor soul Ensign Ramman... "We are at 100 meters and forty seconds to docking, Commander," d'Elteh said as he seemed tranced to the monitors that were in from of him, estimating time and distance, current velocity, et cetera. Even though a "friendly" station, the Nadeshi kept themselves when outside their own space to be at STL (Situation/Tactical Level) 3, and thus that created the need for a hands-on docking procedure and not slaving the computer to the station. "Just be sure the thing is steady. We don't want to come in hot to make a bad impression," responded the XO, currently Florencia Actual. The distance counted down and various cameras showed many angles of the station and lines for the helmsman to keep in guide with. It was a pretty grueling task, considering that Fjett had originally started out as one. And guiding a ship with an internal bridge was not a skill many could master. Forty seconds seemed forever, until the ship finally stopped. "Commander," said Ramman, the helmsman, "We're now in tandem with the station." "Good," the commander announced. "Get the crew at the docking port to extend it to the station." The Commander himself was a very stodgy personality as compared to Captain Yer, thusly in charge of discipline. In the meantime, d'Elteh continued to look at his screens that partially shielded the other stations he kept in touch with, and merely confirmed that the docking tube was extended and that the Captain and the diplomatic team were back now on the station. There was the excitement of d'Elteh's day, but he did not realise that there was so much more about to happen... _____________________________ Captain Yer and the diplomatic team, including Inara Gharna, the leader of this "expidition", heard the docking tube hiss open with the Kuati station atmosphere. A short glance over towards the Marines that were in position should anything rush in, trying to invade the ship, and he noticed they were as attentive as usual. As the airlock opened, the marine in charge looked through, and then gave them final permission to leave the ship. The oldest Nadeshii there (as Gharna had been born well after the Wave of Darkness), he had some sway in what would happen today, but as to why specifically Gharna had asked him for company he had no idea. All of them together numbered five - and the two seniors (Gharna and Yer) announced themselves to the messenger before he started taking them up to the observation deck. The messenger informed them they may have to wait. _________________________ Back on the Florencia, things were a mess. The XO just keeled over in his chair, and a medical team was on their way, various members of the crew were trying to perform CPR.... The Comm officer was about to inform Captain Yer about what had happened. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:05 AM Post #4 |
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Original Poster: Leto Exellius The Kuati Royal Cruiser the "Ebony Squire" came into the Royal dock designated for the Lesser Kuati families and Royal Viceroys. The Ebony Squire was Decorational piece to Kuati's royal fleet with less weaponry then most Kuati Light Escort Cruisers, but with Hyperdrives to challenge any in its class. The Ebony Squire's main role was transport guests of the Royal family to and from thier planets. Though not fit for full on battle it is usually guarded by at least one Royal Cruiser with in the Kuati Imperial space. In this case the the Royal Guest was the young Duke of Kri and Ambassador hailing from the Prise Empire. The Prise and Kuati within the most recent decades of this shattered era grown kind and respective to eachother. In fact both Empress' held a kind and close friendship. Wishing to bond their known forces and re-introduce both the Prise and the Keywork to the Galactic circuit the Royal families made prior agreements of a marriage to stamp this agreement into history. The youngest of there families would be canidates. This agreement was closing in soon where the fiance of the Chosen Kuati Princess would sign and initiate the first Kuati-Prise Galactic Alliance. This Document would state that both Empires would abide by eachothers repspective laws and customs in their sectors, but would be open to a free trade and cooperative union of technology. Both Empires would be their seperate entirely, but this alliance provides a strong open bridge between them to promote well being and growth between eachother. That is the basics of it the other stipulations and facts of the Documents would be spelled out in the Diplomatic signing. The Ambassador, Duke, and fiance to the Kuati Princess would be no other than the only male heir this Generations Line to the Royal throne of the Prise Leto Eron Exellius. A noted diplomat who from his birth was watched by the Kuati and Prise Empires, and instructed by the best that could be given to make him a canidate suitable of Kuati Royalty marriage. In his main studies he was trained by his uncle Garrick one of the greatest instructors in his family and on the Prise Royal Court in legal matters. Leto though without choice accepted what he was getting into. Once he was married he was at the mercy and customs of the Kuati Empress as he is marrying into their Royal family and not the other way. Once the Marriage is final he would be a full citizen of Kuat and Diplomatic Emissary (and Vice-Ambassador to both Empires). He would be under his wife's lead at that point as he will only be a piece to this important set that unites the galaxy once more if able, for the future is unforeseeable. Leto though not given choices saw alot opportunity in the fact that he will a popular figure head for a given time with some influence onf the public. His hearts desire has always been court amongst the planets where the leader could talk out thier problems peacefully and come up with a balancing consensus. Of course what he was looking for was a modern Republic to learn and build from where the other Republics failed. Leto had grand ideas for how to piece together the shards of the galaxy and heal the wounds set in place. In truth a full way for the Galaxies self to move on from its crisis. It is where his marriage will take place two of the major Empires of the Galaxies combining their power for a common goal was inspiring. What would be needed is someone to take that inspiration rallied in the people and motive it into an action to bring all into a fold of this unifying goal to rebuild this Shattered Galaxy as one, Many considered Leto an idealistic dreamer for it is impossible now without the power of a supreme governing body to stop the wars between systems and chaotic nations without physical force. Leto thought otherwise as he had a hope to bring to a realization all have similarities and differences which in contradiction makes us all the same in a grand scheme. His teachings in the ways of the force and its long near endless history had proven that. Unity comes from a common structure be it an idea, enemy, feeling, or action and through the force we all hold that common structure... the structure of life. ***** ***** On board the Ebony Squire Leto sat in his empty quarters meditating. He had been in Meditation off and on through out the whole voyage pending on when he was needed. The first half of the trip the Royal Cruiser was defended by the Prise Imperial Navy and once meeting the Waypoint those of the Kuati Royal Navy guided them to Kuat. Leto had with him a number of six personal Prise Guards, four companying servants, two Prise Archivists (to document the events), and a total of eighteen Prise Marines onboard the vessel. The total number of Prise was a small sum of thirty-one as the rest of the crew would be Kuati. The ship began to dock and Leto was immediately notified by his trusted servant Vaskus. He broke from his meditation with a still breathe as his shimmering emerald iris' broke open the lids of his eyes. "Thank you, prepare the other servants and take my personal belongings to my quarters. Tell Guard Captain Irruli to be ready to leave in thirty minutes. The Kuat Empress and court will be expecting me in full order when we get there. Ash and Flames my brother now make haste." Leto responded as his long dirty blond hair brushed against the ivory of his evening tunic. Vaskus retreated immediately leaving Leto quite alone in his quarters. His Navy blue suit and cape lay folded beside him dwarfed by the long boots that stood there. Within a few minutes he discarded afternoon vestements and stood in his Royal status gazing out a window wide enough to view a portion of the Kuat Imperial fleet. It was astounding and something that Leto found remarkable. Straightening his cuff the door opened a few moments later showing a man in Royal Red and Gold Uniform with folded gray wings to his back and a guards cap. His eyes were a soft maroon and he stood just a bit taller than Leto at 6"7 and seemed in considerable fitness. With a light wave of his white gloved hand to the door he showed 5 other similarly dressed guards saying, "We are ready when you are ambassador." Leto gave a full turn with a light smile and a bow, "Then so be it Irruli. I trust you enjoyed the Kuati company?" Leto knew very much that his guards were pretty defensive and took a distant liking to the Kuati people and especially its military. So with Sarcasm the maroon eyed Irruli gave quite a sarcastic retort, "Yes I may marry one... they seem so petite and fragile even the men are like women. And I do not know who has more testicular fortitude the Men or the Woman." His guards gave stifled laughs at the captains remark as Leto gave reluctant chuckle passing by simply stating, "I am marrying one of those woman Irruli, would you venture to tell her that?" Irruli discarded his smirk at the statement and lead Leto to the off ramp where he would meet more guards (Kuati) and a woman who could only be assumed related to the Royal families only there to greet him. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:10 AM Post #5 |
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Original Poster: Ra Cul The aging Kuati Commander nodded in both greeting, and affirmation to the Chiss delegate. He had indeed met with the Aristocra the previous meeting, and it had not gone very far. Nobility and military men frequently found little common ground for discussion, and that had set things on a bad note, as no one discussed foreign politics with the queen, before first discussing them with her military commander. "I'd hoped for better results the last time. Maybe we can actually make some progress this time around. I have other guests arriving as we speak, and it had occured to me, that the meeting of the Chiss Ascendancy, the Kuati System Council, the Nadeshi Protectorate, and the Prise Empire, could easily be a good step to forging a very potent alliance, in these fragile times. If your excellency wouldn't mind a few extras guests during our discussion?" |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:11 AM Post #6 |
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Original Poster: Teslan "I assure you that you shall have no such difficulties with me Commander," Teslan replied. He and the Aristocra had totally different visions, with the exception of House Nuruodo of course. In fact, the only reason he was chosen to be Padisha was thanks to Nuruodo's military influence over the other houses. Teslan's mood improved significantly though when he heard there would be other factions joining the negotiations. This could very well be the break he was looking for. Finally, a chance to bolster his government's power through allies. Granted, the Chiss always took great pride in their independence and Teslan had every intention of accommodating this but for the time being, until the Ascendancy was back on its feet he would need friends in the galaxy. The Chiss smirked just slightly and nodded consent, "Of course they are welcome to join us. The more the merrier. If such an alliance can be forged this galaxy may yet be pulled out of oblivion. Am I to assume that you will be hosting negotiations for this alliance as well as for the construction contracts?" |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:12 AM Post #7 |
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Original Poster: Fjett d'Elteh Through her lifespan as a liaison officer, Inara Gharna had mediated many conflicts between the Nadeshii military and various Nadeshii Republic officials. She already knew the tricks of the trade through just watching the two sides fight against each other, and watching their adaptations... She'd been a member of the firing sides herself, at one point, and she definitely had the experience to be at this convention. As the turbolift doors opened into the chamber at hand, her detail as well as Captain Yer walked in. They seemed to glance around, however Gharna didn't have the pleasure to. She sized up the two men in the room - A human, from her records, Maz Kayashi. In charge of everything involving the words Kuat and military. The second was a Chiss - Kit'esla'nuruodo. Tall and firm, in structure and belief. Neither of these were the ones she was worried about. her main opposition would be the Prise representative. The lack of intel, combined with what intel was had on the subject, seemed terrifying at first glance. Gharna may have to cheat in this situation. She may have to speak through the Operator to get her point across, should his capabilities be anything near reported events. She needed to make an impression - as the Captain turned away to something on his end of things, Gharna walked to join the two men, stars and part of the planet in view at this low orbit, and asked, "How are you today, Gentlemen? I understand that there were several parties invited to this little conference. Any clue on to the wherabouts of the other representative?" As she walked up, her average female Nadeshii hight matched those of those two gentlemen... ___________________________ Captain Yer spoke into his self-silencing commlink, "<Alright, there's no need to panic. As long as the Commander is still slive, everything should be just fine.>" He thought momentarily - of his crew, he thought the most underqualified for his station was the lone human, d'Elteh. "<El-Tee d'Elteh is in charge>, for the time being. I need to stay with Gharna. Tell him to take the bridge and undock from the station in a few minutes. Those were the only orders that stood for the Commander.>" He put the commlink back on his utility belt. He felt that he needed to return to his ship - Lord knows he agreed to step off of it in the first place just because he actually wanted to see the conference he usually shipped people to. Sit down and watch the vicious lions battle it out. And now this... Wonderful stressor. ____________________________ As the Commander ferried himself out, the Captain's voice made its way through the onboard speakers. When it clicked off, the bridge definatly had an air of.... well, something that d'Elteh was not too sure of. They were still, some returned to their stations, but many looked at him.... Fjett breathed in. "Alright, I have the bridge." he said, taking a seat in the CO's chair. "Engines, don't get cold, you heard what the Captain said. Comm, are we recording EM?" The Comm reported back, a little slow, "Yes, sir. The Operators are working through it now." Fjett still was amazed at the droids that took care of the ship's advanced computer and information-warefare section - designed to look human (per the fact that their enviroment used to belong to humans), they still lacked the persona that came with the AA-1 verbobrain. Something to do with a logic-core swap. But that was a random thought that always came up on the word Operator. "Tell the station we want to undock in the next few minutes - once the talks are over, we will pick up our team inside." This was no longer his training - it was real. But the crew seemed a little shocked. He was the next-in-command, though the lack of expirience of the crew with him made them a little laggish. Hopefully it wouldn't make them sloppy. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:13 AM Post #8 |
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Original Poster: Leto Exellius After the short greeting the Noble guide took charge with her guards leading both Leto and Irruli's guards towards the delegation rooms. The woman eyed Leto and the other Prise among them. and she noticed the peculiar fact Leto was the only one without wings. "Why is it Ambassador Leto you are not like the others amongst your kind?" She asked with a keen inspection that caught Leto's attention. Leto figured he should get used to this question since most of the galaxy nor its people understood his people and their customs. So without any qualm Leto answered with respect and delicate detail, "Among my people earning of our wings is a sign of our maturity and varies with the family line. It is assumed like my Cousins I will grow into them in a few years time, but some in our race such as my Great Grandfather Avan Exellius are late bloomers. As a matter of fact he has been known as one of the strongest Prise to exist and he acquired his wing estimated in his early thirties or late late twenties. But that is only an estimation. But if you are inquiring i am in some way defective, I insure you I am not. I have been greatly giifted compared to others of my kind." The woman relaxed the tension Leto sensed in her at the answer but his guard captain made a targeting and watchful gaze in her direction. As they started to near the chambers Leto Irruli's anger and frustration with the Noble Guide. He could read his mind like a book he felt offended she asked Leto that question... thinking she was equal. Leto gave Irruli's mind a small push a sign that he knew, but it was inappropriate. Irruli seemed to snap into focus then and let the grudge go which was good for Leto since the last thing he needed was one of his own Assaulting his future acquaintances. "The chambers are in this south bend Ambassador please..." The Noble began to speak only to be interrupted by a stumbling servant. Leto turned to the servants direction realizing who he was. "Vaskus... why aren't you with the others?"The young prise replied with an uncomfortable and intimidated voice, "Thought you would require my service here Duke Leto." In response he only received a sigh as Leto spoke to expand upon it, "No Vaskus I acquire to do what is asked of you. Now return with the others and stay with them till further Instruction. I have more than enough company right now with the Kuati Delegation league." Understanding Vaskus made his turn around and Irruli watched him leave sympathetically. "As I was saying the Chambers are just around the south bend so please take that path and wait for the others arrival as I gather my assistants for the briefing." The woman spoke with a snobbish air about her and underhandidly added, "You should choose more obedient servants Ambassador... they represent the strength of your command... and this Vaskus gives signs of faltering." It was an unneeded comment but Leto accepted it with a nod replying, "Understood Noblewoman." The group broke there paths Leto and his guards taking the South bend whilr the noble and her guards taking the West block. Irruli could stare at Leto confused by how the Heir to the Crow/Exellius Lineage could let these inferiors be so disrespectful toward him. "Irruli this is not our world... they do not knwo or understand. Customs are different... Forgive them for their actions they may not truly mean to offend us in such ways." Leto openly spoke and Irruli simply sighed leaving a lingering question, "Then why are co-operating with us who cannot put stereo-types and bias behind them... why should we bend to animals?" Leto could not argue but took the question into his thoughts leaving an awkward silence in the air. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:14 AM Post #9 |
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Original Poster: Ra Cul Commander Kayashi nodded in recognition of the Nadeshii delegates. The ambassador was a relative unknown, at least to him. He was certain the Matrons who would also be here, would know more of her. Captain Yer, on the other hand, he knew a great deal about. He'd been involved in the last truly great war. He'd fought alongside people like Armitage, and Pattin. He'd stood against the wave of darkness, lead by the infamous Black General....Hadrius Cul. A Jedi Master....before power corrupted him. Or so the legends say... "Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Kuat Command Station Alpha. The Prise delegate is on their way, and I've just been informed that the Mandalorian delegate has boarded the station. We have a truly momentous occasion, with delegates from this many of the great states of the galaxy. We have oppurtunity. The likes of which has not been seen in....a century." Maz strode across the room, his military bearing was crisp and formal. He keyed a monitor button, and a three dimensional display of the galaxy hummed into being from a holoprojector. The territories controlled by the Nadeshii, the Kuati, the Chiss, the Prise, and the Mandalorians, were all highlighted. "While none of our perspective domains connect, all of us maintain some of the larger fleets of the galaxy." He continued, his eyes moving from delegate to delegate. The hiss of one set of doors signalled the entrance of the Prise delegation, and moments later, a second set of doors hissed open, and a trio of fully armed and armored mandalorians strode into the room. The lead Mandalorian slowly removed his helm, revealing a scarred face. Of him, Maz also knew a great deal. Thol D'Yfett. Descended, in some way, of a very famous line. His exact relation to Boba or Jango was somewhat obscure, but his lineage to Lady Jesla Fett was easily traced. She was his grandmother. And he was reputed to be nearly as fierce a warrior as she had been. Thol nodded briefly to both Commander Kayashi, and Captain Yer. Then finally, to Kit'esla'nuruodo. The others, he acknowledged by merely passing his eyes over them. "Well met, brothers in arms. Shall we get down to business?" |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:15 AM Post #10 |
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Original Poster: Teslan Teslan sized up each member of the conference as they entered the room. He could feel the confidence in each of them and determined that he was most likely the least experienced individual present. Despite having fought in countless battles, both as a pilot and a marine, he had never really left Chiss Space except as a follower until today. Still, he had to maintain face in front of these people or risk presenting his people in a poor manner. What took Teslan by surprise was the mandalorian acknowledging him with the same respect he showed to Kayashi and Yer. Both the Commander and Captain were well known across the galaxy for their own reasons and had earned every ounce of that prestige. Teslan, however, was unknown to the galaxy, or so he thought. Still, earned or not, the Padisha returned the gesture before turning back to the holographic map. Indeed, none of them connected anywhere and should a prospective foe be strong enough it would mean they could easily be cut off from one another. The probability of such a united front ever mustering was exceptionally slim though. The Chiss stood motionless, and silent, analyzing the situation from his corner of the room. He needed to know more about his potential allies before adding anything to this conversation. Plus, he preferred to be underestimated; the less the other knew about him the better off he was. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:15 AM Post #11 |
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Original Poster: Fjett d'Elteh ((OOC; Sorry for the quality and etc. Been busy.)) Inara Gharna. Here was a potential scene for her to exploit. For a moment, after the mandolorian sat down, nobody seemed to speak. All of them waited for one another to say the exact same thing. They knew why they were here, but probably did not know how to shape it to their advantage. They were reactionists at this second in time. Everyone was. A conflict once deemed minor could ruin governments. "Gentlemen," she began, "we all have several things in common. We could all name them, but I think that we should stick to the largest few. Say, for instance, we comprise the majority of galactic territory, economy, and military." She looked at each member of the representation as she listed their major traits. She started off with the lanky unwinged," The Prise have their own system of planets, rich in every conceivable manner." She moved to the Mandolorian, steel eyes, "The Mandolorians have their well-known combat prowess." The Chiss, "The Ascendancy have their own niche in the galaxy, as do the Kuati and us." Her eyes glanced towards the Captain. Nothing. She was still fine. "Now, where would we be if we were, say..." her hand twirled, "devided as we are. The galaxy really has several hubs and centres. Diplomacy piles up. Everything is local." "But what we have here is the potential to form a very potent entity that will shape galactic policy for the time that we live in, the, um, shall we say, post-Republic-epoch. We can make the galaxy bend to our rules on a united front." |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:16 AM Post #12 |
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Original Poster: Leto Exellius Leto had his seat and relaxed listening to the delegates from every empire. Irulli stood proud by his dukes side. Leto felt confident his voice would be heard and had a solutionary request to make. He stood quiet though waiting for his moment to jump in. "Fjett bend is such a ruthless and overpowering of a word. We would put things into order being an example. This alliance and resetting of a currency, power, materials... Worlds will join us left and right. What we need are couriers and diplomats to send a peaceful message. No way can reach all planets as some have little to no way to communicate wit the outside world. That why I offer myself to lead such an initiative. The people will need a face and voice to relate to. A true ambassador." Leto spoke up stroking his chin as he sat a little closer forward while he began to speak again. "Alone if we are able to get Coruscant back, and use what was ever left behind of the Holonet systems and Pan-Galactic Nav charts, well we are the only ones and who would most definately be able to heal this galaxy. However we must take the civilians into account, and some will simply not agree. Especially rulers who have much to lose as we make flattening hammer of equity." Now letting his hands fall to his knees and his hair slowly drape over his shoulder he scanned around for a moment before letting his words ring out, "My people are partly responsible for the travesty that came upon this galaxy, and though I may be ridiculed for this I feel from the blood that parts that to that blood shall seek to heal. I am not saying my ancestor was wrong in his choice. What truly and absolutely went on that day and the reason it happened we may never truly know, but we have a chance to create a stronger more vigilant democracy of sorts than has ever existed.in this galaxy. Because of our forefathers good or bad in there decisions they bring us to a present that we can right the wrongs made. I will not let my people make the same mistake to use our power to break the galaxy that hundreds of thousands of years ago helped to form." |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:18 AM Post #13 |
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Original Poster: Ra Cul Thol D'Yfett snorted. "Coruscant? Last I knew, the skies still burned there, and no one knows why, or how to fix it. Last I knew, the place was a galactic sewage dump....sometimes, I think, from the smell....literally. No, Ambassador, I think the time of Coruscant as the galaxy's centerpiece is long gone. If your ancestor, and Hadrius the Cursed did one thing right, it was removing that grandest of all prizes from having any worth." The Mandalorian stood, spreading his arms slowly. "You cringe at the Nadeshii's words. But how many worlds will honestly flock to our banner, save for fear? Either fear of not being part of what we might become, or fear of being an enemy to what we might become, or just the simple fear of being small and vulnrible." The scarred face smiled, almost savagely. "No. I think the Nadeshii spoke quite well. What we have here, this day, is the foundings of a great force. And I am perfectly willing to let more peaceful minded people direct that great force. I am, however, unwilling to let anyone deny the truth of what we could become. The Republic...in both it's incarnations...might have elected and debated it's policies....but it ruled by one thing, and one thing only. Power. And that, fellow beings, is what we truly bring to this table, here today." As Thol sat, Maz cleared his throat softly. "Very well spoken, Lord D'Yfett. Yet the ambassador from the Prise brings up valid points as well. We will need a system of communications. Obviously, none of our technicians have yet cracked the code on the ever present virus in the galactic holonet system. As an alliance of independant nations, though, a central capital is nothing we need to discuss yet. And I don't believe any of us are ready to move towards a truly unified front....a single power. Perhaps in time, but for now, we can focus on the aspects of an alliance?" Maz smiled. Perhaps he would yet see something in his life to grant him his moments of fame and glory. "Perhaps we should begin, by telling each other what it is we can bring to the table, and what it is we would require from such a large scale alliance?" |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:19 AM Post #14 |
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Original Poster: Fjett d'Elteh The woman smiled within herself as she sat down. True, the Nadeshi Republic being, well, a Representative government, perhaps made her statement somewhat of a fallacy, though that was what a government was. Perhaps she had voiced herself incorrectly - perhaps her statement was too grandiose. As Maz spoke about the Holonet, though, she heard the Captain whisper, "I think that these power mongers may benefit from our Plan A we were talking about earlier. Give it to them." Gharna distinctly remembered Plan A, an original intention of Nadeshii when it planned to expand in all directions, years into the future. It allowed for a measure of both control and autonomy to planets that decided to join. However, she already knew major contributions that were already well known and unknown. She would have to push slightly more then what would be allowed at this point, but this was negotiations. No matter the pre-briefing, the talks always veered away from the plans. "The Nadeshii Republic, as you all well know," she voiced as she leaned forward, "is very agriculturally gifted, and would probably prove very suitable for a certain level of resupply operation, depending on involvement. Furthermore, there's the computer systems and information technology sector that has recently been budding over the past couple of years. Case and Point," she gestured at the Operator, which remained oblivious. "However, we need access to shipyards to field those resupply operations. Just something to keep in mind." She knew things she could not bring up. Their new military deveolpments. The Newtype hyperdrive, still in its infancy. The Dark Energy Reactor. Then their intelligence operations. So much that could not, or would not, be shared. Bringing out a datapad, she began keying it. "You also have to consider that despite our hard-line approach, there would be certain incentives for minor planets and small interplanetary bodies that may wish to join our escapades. What I have here," she keyed in a final touch, "is a basic legeslative treaty to offer planetary bodies, easily amended." She pushed it out for anybody to take. "Basically, it allows the planet and the populace to have still have major control of their boundries with no harm from us, minus a few points. One; Though allowed to have their own, small, military, it must submit to us the moment we ask it. Two; They must have a staff of liaison officers/bureaucrats. Three; Their trade is restricted only to other worlds that belong under the same treaty, us, worlds we trade with, or worlds we intend them to trade with. True, it seems a bit exclusive, but once we get going, as Leto said," she smiled, "worlds will join us left and right. True, we will have to work on our major communications systems, but Hypercomm still works." "Simple enough?" she rhetorically asked. "Still, the Nadeshii government would certainly be willing to staff the manpower needed to govern these bodies by this alliance, should we choose to do it, and manage the communications between them." |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:20 AM Post #15 |
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Original Poster: Teslan Thorn remained silent, his attention fully on each of the speakers as they took their time making suggestions regarding the future of the galaxy. Each had excellent theories but each also had negative side effects. This was, of course, always the case with politics. No government had ever been able to satisfy every one all the time. The Chiss took a step forward and cleared his throat. "As much as I agree that together we would simply be a powerful alliance, force only creates bitterness. At the same time, the galaxy is in no mood for listening peaceful conquerers. Our tactics in handling the matter can not be set in concrete. Our policies must flexible and forceful simultaneously or we shall fail," he said then paused a moment as he considered what exactly it was the Chiss could bring to the alliance. "Regardless," he continued, "that is a matter we must address at a latter time, as Maz has said. For now we must establish an alliance that can evolve and adapt into a government should we get that far. The Ascendancy has long been a militaristic and technology oriented government. We'll bring the same skills into this alliance. In return we require raw materials and supplies so that we may continue to produce our products and armaments." |
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