Faction A Force Mandate (Diarchy Chancellorate)

[Maldor Sancetti]

Bastion - Great Forum of the Chancellorate

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The words of the Diarch rang through the golden hall. It was the conclusion of a speech that had been going on for several minutes already.

"Any Jedi or Sith operating in Diarchy space without prior clearance will be hunted down and eliminated. Lethal force is authorized. The Jedi will not be hunted outside Diarchy space, but any found within our territory without authorization will be liquidated. The Sith will be hunted everywhere, not only within our borders.

As for the Galactic Empire, we call for their destruction. They are the reformation of the Dark Empire, risen from its corpse. The pardon we have granted to the Imperial Coalition does not extend into their shadow.

To the Dark Empire, we say this: We will not abide you. Your banners are ash. Your claims are fiction. Your days are already numbered.

We do not recognize your authority. We do not fear your fleets. We do not acknowledge your future. Your worlds will be seized, Your admirals buried. Your legacy shall be a mere footnote beneath your eradicated worlds."


Maldor let the echo of the words fade before touching the control on his chair that would transmit his image to the center of the chamber.

"We have heard the will of the Diarchs," he announced, "and now it is upon us to enact their will."

It did not matter which of the Diarchs had been speaking. Any direction by either of the Diarchs was to be considered the intention of both of them. No suggestion of discord in the top leadership could ever be allowed in this chamber. The stability of the government depended on an impression of unification.

"First and foremost, we are at war. Not the petty wars of territorial expansion we have previously known these past several months, but rather the all-out war of one vast nation-state grappling against another. This means transitioning into a wartime economy.

As such, the first Bill I propose for enactment by this body: An Anti-Profiteering Bill, limiting all profits on the production of war materiel within the Diarchy to 3% over costs. This will allow for a modest profit without gouging the nation at this critical time.

We are operating on expedited Chancellorate rules, as there are many bills to consider today.

The body will be given thirty minutes to discuss, followed by five minutes to vote.

Starting Now.

Does anyone claim the floor?"

Maldor looked across the room, looking for anyone who wished to speak.

 

[Caelus Vire // NIHIL]

Caelus Vire stood, his image shimmered to life at the heart of the chamber. Sharp suit, flawless face, the faint glint of his eyes. Something about his features were perfect yet innocuous.

"High Councilor Maldor Sancetti and great Diarch's. Esteemed colleagues. I claim the floor on behalf of the Chancellory of Admission."

He glanced quickly to Diarch Rellik before speaking. A slight glitch or perhaps reverence.

"The Diarchy's transition to a wartime economy will be met with intelligence and intent on our behalf. The people of our core worlds do not need coercion. They are already devout. They have tasted peace, order, and justice unlike anything they knew before the banners of the Diarchy were raised above their skies. Their loyalty is not manufactured. It has been earned due to the effort of many of us. the border territories may strain under the load of industrial transition. But such unrest is not rebellion, it is natural, and nature is subdued with strength and recourses. I believe as we move from commercial goods, if we could export some of those items to the border worlds and show them Diarchy quality of life in an expedited fashion. - that we will having nothing to fear in regards to unrest under these new efforts."

He dipped his head, a deep show of respect and honor to be speaking at the forum.

"Thank you for the time on the floor. May the Diarchy bring peace forever."

With his peace spoken he sat back down. Hoping he had made his makers, his father, and the Diarchy as a whole proud.

Maldor Sancetti

 

[Merion Oreno]

Merion got up in full cultic regalia - the cocoon shroud, the faceless helmet, the polearm-like standard. He'd really dressed his best.

"Merion Oreno, navigator with the Chancellorate of Commerce.

"We, the Diarchy, were the first to make reconnection and aid to our worlds a top priority during the Planeshift crisis, while others reeled or schemed.

"We, the Diarchy, were the first to claim and use the Echo Resonator navigational technology during the Sundering Dawn, and among the first to find the Silent Mirror space pocket and the vast artifact Calladene.

"We found the holy grave world Kiev'ara and brought Trevel'ka's thirty billion suffering, forgotten people into the peace of the Diarchy.

"May the Jedi and the Sith and this Galactic Empire take note: better than anyone, we know how to find."

 

[Zara Saga]

Zara rose with a grace that drew every eye before her mouth even moved. A beam of golden light caught the platinum braid woven into her hair as she stepped forward from the shadows near the Brotherhood's tier. No one needed to be told she had something to say. It had been building in her for weeks, even months, perhaps since the very moment this war began to lose its teeth. She didn't wait for acknowledgment; she simply took the floor.

"Zara Saga, Archon of Light. Representing the Brotherhood, sworn servant of the Diarchy, when it remembers what that means." Her tone was honey, but thick with a venom that silenced the chamber more effectively than any gavel or bell ever could. "I will begin with what I agree on, lest it be said I cannot recognize a worthy flame when I see one. The call for the eradication of the Sith is a necessary step, long overdue. The Brotherhood supports this. We always have. But let me be perfectly clear." Her eyes turned, full and sharp, settling on Maldor, then flicking up to the Diarchs above him. Her voice dropped, heavier now, sharper. "This action is meaningless if it ends with the Sith. What virtue is there in snuffing out half a fire while you let the other half burn unchecked? The Jedi are not harmless. They are not noble. They are not peacekeepers. They are zealots, templars in hoods with sacred lies on their tongues. Their peace is submission. Their balance is control. And you would not hunt them down like the Sith?"

She took a step forward, a sudden, bright sunburst of anger. "Where is the fire that Kakus lit? Where is the will that began all of this? The Diarchy rose because we were not like the others, because we did not bow. And now? Now we smile at Jedi like we're all just a few parliaments away from hugging it out? Now we hold friends in the Holy Worlds? We listen to the pacifism of the Lilaste Order?" She turned now, her gaze sweeping past the leadership to the chamber, the cameras, the people. "Let me speak to those who truly matter: You. The citizens of the Diarchy, the real lifeblood of this great machine. Do not let your Diarchs be soothed into stillness. Demand from them the clarity you were promised. This galaxy will not be saved in halves. The Jedi are a dagger in silk. And if we do not purge both edges of this false war, then we are not winning; we are merely negotiating our own leash."

A brief pause for breath, and her tone shifted, becoming colder now. "And what of this economy of war, this proud declaration of necessity and sacrifice, when the same leadership gives away what is ours to the Mandalorians? Have we gotten so desperate for friends that we trade our backbone for theirs?" She turned fully toward the upper dais, chin tilted in mock deference. "A holy world, Echoy'la, handed over like a prayer token. Beskar mining halted, resources given. In return? Neutrality? No loyalty. No tribute. No fleets. Just the absence of threat. And we pay them for this insult?"

Zara scoffed, a sound too beautiful to be dismissed, too derisive to be ignored. "What a clever little arrangement. 'We won't attack you, and for that, you'll fund our armor and call it peace.' Is this what we've become? Scared of a few men in metal pajamas with inherited grudges and toy soldier codes?" She stepped closer to the platform, her voice dropping, intimate and deadly. "I say no. I say we do not bend knee to would-be warlords. I say our wealth is not theirs. I say the Diarchy does not buy peace, it imposes it."

She returned to the center, standing still now, like a blade planted in stone. "We are at war. Then let us act like it. Do not hobble our will with politics and old favors. Do not insult the blood we've already spilled by giving away what others died to earn. The Diarchy was not built on compromise. It was built on vision." Zara lowered her head then, just enough to be formal, but her eyes never left the Diarchs.

"Bring back the fire. Or let the people light it themselves."

Maldor Sancetti | Caelus Vire // NIHIL | Merion Oreno​

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Bastion | Chancellorate Forum
Tags: Zara Saga

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The Diarch listened to the tirade from the Archon. One he knew was coming, one that should have been handled behind closed doors, not broadcast out to the citizens of the Diarchy. But nonetheless, Reign would address the problematic woman.

He stepped forward from his seat, his eyes not leaving the blond woman. However, there was not calm in his voice when he spoke, it was barely restrained fury.

"You forget yourself Archon. The Sith are the first step in the enactment of our final war, they are not the last."

He looked down at the woman

"Our bargain with the Mandalorians is to protect our south-eastern border from attack, do you believe that we have the resources alone to fight the Jedi, the Sith, the Mandalorians, and this newly formed Galactic Empire at once? Or has your suffered indignity upon Taris clouded your judgement?"

The volume of his voice rose as he gained steam

"The Final War is not a single cataclysmic event, the Diarchy will march onward as always but I will not open our people to assault from all sides. You may care little within your own zeal for the human cost of war Zara, but I will not welcome assault on all sides at once due to your petulance. We do not have the ability to wage war against them all at all times."

His eyes burned a hole into the woman now

"You speak of friends on the holy worlds, are you so lost in your own fire that you have missed the war preparations? Are you even aware of our first target? Or have you been too busy nursing a personal vendetta, both against the lilaste order and your own perceived injustices that you have forgotten your station. The HOLY WORLDS are our target. The Hammer of the Diarchy will fall on Dromund Kaas, on Ziost, and even on Korriban."

He took a breath

"I have targeted our strongest enemy for the first stage of our war, Archon. I would expect you to understand that. The Galactic Alliance is beset by enemies on all sides, and when they are weakened, we will sweep in and end their passivity. The Mandalorians, are a quarrelsome group and will eat themselves alive. And when they do? We will be there. Why would I willingly spend MY people's lives on an enemy that will destroy themselves first?"

And Finally

"You speak of the Fire of Kakus, yet you speak of something you do not understand. Kakus taught us to never lose the will to press onward, to bring peace. He did not teach us to act rashly, to rush headlong into a battle we can not win. If you want to understand my father's vision, perhaps I can teach you the same lesson he taught me when I acted too rashly?"