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?"

 

[Diarch Rellik]

The golden chamber had not yet recovered from the storm of Diarch Reign's fury when the second voice joined it. Rellik stood, voice not over any transmitter or speaker. His head did not come into the center of the chamber. Without it all his presence stood as its own, voice booming augemented by the force. His eyes sparked with streaks of lightning within them.

"You think it brave to castigate your leaders before the whole of the Diarchy? The tantrum of a child who does not understand the weight of her own words. You could have come to us. You could have asked to lead the hunter parties yourself. We would have let you. The way I lead them. The way I challenge Sith in the flesh, The way Laphisto does so others do not have to. I have been on the frontlines before this mandate, fighting those who would dare approach us. Where we you during the battle Serenno? Where were you when Reign fought Empyrean directly. Where were you when I was almost struck down? I had a blade at my throat and the Lilaste order saved my life. Where were you when Varis died."

His last words were a direct sign for her to shut it. She has chosen a poor time and place to challenge the Diarchs. Rellik had NEVER spoken to Zara this way. He loved her as a father, a friend and helped her everystep of the way on becoming an Archon and High Councilor.

"Instead you stand here and insult the banner you swore to serve. You speak as if you know everything yet you demand we fight every great power in the galaxy at once. What are you? A Sith savage with no sense of reality? Archon of Light? No. Look in a mirror. You have become an Archon of the dark. Strength. Passion. The Sith claim these lead to power. To victory. And yet where is their conquest of the Core? Where is their final triumph? Broken empires. Scattered cults. Ash and memory."

Rellik reached out with the force, attempting to DEMAND Zara look him in the eyes.

"And if you dare to call the masses, the people, and claim we have lost our path, to strike a rebellion against us… then I will show you the true lessons of Kakus."

He let go of his power in the force. This meeting had taken a drastic turn from war fervor to Rellik feeling like Zara had just demanded a revolt!

"Perhaps we were wrong to name you the youngest Archon. Perhaps the title of High Councilor was given too soon, too eagerly, to a woman who does not yet know the shape of her convictions and ideals. You speak of Kakus as if you knew him. You did not. If my father were here, if you had dared to speak like this before him you would not have left this chamber with your life, do not doubt our sympathy or kindness as weakness. Think for a moment if he was so powerful and intelligent, where is he now? Does he sit before you as your leader. Kakus showed us the path and we are walking it. NOW... unless you have something relevant to say about battle plans, strategy, or that is not on the cusp of insurrection... SIT."

Zara Saga Diarch Reign Merion Oreno Maldor Sancetti Caelus Vire // NIHIL

 

[Zara Saga]

Zara didn't move at first. Reign spat fire like a blade drawn too long from the forge, throwing her past in her face, scolding her like a disobedient acolyte. He even dared invoke the memory of her embarrassment on Taris. Yet she stood there, unflinching, chin lifted, eyes hard. Anger coiled in her ribs like thick, choking smoke.

But then Rellik spoke. He who always had her back. And now, this. She didn't stop him when he called her childish, when he stripped her title to ashes, when he reached through the Force like a father forcing a stubborn child to look him in the eye. The Force coiled around her, demanding obedience, and for one fractured second, Zara hated him for it.

And then, she broke. Not publicly, not in sobs or tears, but inwardly, like a flame starving for oxygen, snuffed beneath a boot and expectation. Her voice, when it came, was barely a breath. "Understood." She gave the word to the floor, to the Diarchs, to the thousand watching eyes that would dissect her into scandal. She stepped back, not to her seat, but turned and walked. She didn't slam the doors, didn't make a scene, didn't cry. She simply left. Her braid swayed like a banner torn down, a quiet, beautiful retreat, without storm or blaze. A girl who had wanted to fix the galaxy was told, finally and definitively, that it wasn't hers to fix.

Let them make their allies. Let them build their peace. Zara Saga, Archon of Light, was done trying.

Diarch Reign | Diarch Rellik​

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto stood in silence.

He had remained in his section of the chamber floor for some time, listening to the words of others their declarations, their proposals, and their convictions. When Zara Saga spoke out, his ear twitched, and a faint, guttural rumble rose in his throat. He very nearly moved to speak then, to remind her of her place, to defend his people and the Order. But Diarch Reign had stepped in first, and then more surprisingly Diarch Rellik followed with a sharpness Laphisto had not expected.

He had known Reign would answer. But Rellik? That was new. So he remained quiet, listening as the fury unfolded, and when the chamber fell into a simmering silence once again, Laphisto cleared his throat and pressed the activation panel on his podium.

Once the floor was granted, he rose fully tall, armored, and unmistakably firm in presence. "If I may speak freely," he began, voice even and resonant. "The true sickness of this galaxy is not the Jedi alone. Nor is it the Sith. It is the dogma the false binary of Light and Dark, the blind adherence to absolutes. That is the sickness we face. That is what sustains this endless cycle of war."


He paused, letting his gaze pass across the chamber. "I must remind this chamber firmly that not every Force-wielder serves under a Jedi Council or a Sith Throne. There are those of us who walk between, above, or beyond those dying creeds. We do not kneel to their doctrines, and we should not be treated as if they do They deserve the opportunity to integrate into our society, to prove themselves by their actions rather than their affiliations.."

He reached into a compartment on his armor and withdrew a set of datachips, inserting one into the terminal before him. A rotating holographic display came to life above the forum floor systems mapped, installations marked in glowing blue. "The Lilaste Order has taken proactive steps to secure and stabilize Diarchy space. We have begun construction of defensive stations and orbital platforms across every system within our reach. Most of the core and mid-rim sectors are already fortified. The remaining fringe worlds are progressing as scheduled."

The map shifted to display a series of modular stations large, braced structures with shipyards, turbolaser arrays, and shield emitters. "The Trokil-class defense stations serve as a manufacturing hub and strategic outpost, capable of sustaining logistics chains and fabricating starships on demand. Their purpose is simple: deterrence and defense every system has one or three of these stations followed by hundreds of orbital platforms. my men have spent the last year since the attack on Bastion by the Empire of the lost ensuring our territories are safe and secured. so we are not caught off guard again."

He then stepped to the side and extended a hand toward the rear of his booth. From the shadows, several soldiers emerged moving with precision, clad in advanced Lilaste Order armor, matte-plated and reinforced for war. and laphisto met Trace Xyston 's eyes and nodded towards the man
There was a subtle shift in the room. For those sensitive to the Force, it was not what they felt but what they couldn't feel that drew attention. The commandos had no signature. No presence. No echo in the Force. Where other beings shimmered like ripples on a still pond, these soldiers were as voids unnaturally still, absent. For any Jedi or Sith watching, it was like trying to sense shadows that refused to cast one.

"And in support of Diarchy directives, the Lilaste Order has initiated a new program, one designed to eliminate Force-sensitive threats that endanger our people." He looked toward the gathered leadership, his tone steeled with purpose. "I present to this forum: the Lilaste Commando Program. These soldiers are trained specifically to track, hunt, and eliminate Force users. They do not rely on ideology. They do not hesitate. They act with discipline, and they operate with one loyalty the safety and sovereignty of the Diarchy."

He allowed the moment to settle. The soldiers behind him stood motionless, their presence alone a quiet assertion of purpose. "The Jedi wrap themselves in robes and rhetoric. The Sith in shadow and blood. We Must answer them with tactics, precision, and unity. These commandos are not mystics. They are the blade at the throat of any who would threaten us."

He gave a final nod before continuing. "The Diarchy should not be dragged into another era of religious war. Peace will not come from bowing to tradition, nor from chasing vengeance in every corner of the galaxy. It will come through clarity, through strength, and through resolve. The Lilaste Order stands ready to uphold that peace without compromise, and without illusion. and we ask that this chamber acts not with haste, but with careful planning." With that, Laphisto returned to his place silent once more, his message delivered without flourish, but with the weight of unwavering conviction.

 

[Maldor Sancetti]

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Maldor was a veteran of both Tapani politics and those of the Galactic Alliance. Not to mention the Empire's version of politics, which was even more dangerous than those of his ancestral home.

Everything he had learned in that time told him one thing: This could not possibly be real.

No one would choose this public forum as a viable place to challenge the Diarchs' authority. Not unless they were prepared to make an immediate rebellion. Maldor did not have the Network's intelligence on Diarchal citizens, but his more limited assets in the Secret Service had not suggested that Zara was ready to lead a revolution.

That left only one possibility: She had been asked to make this display.

The Diarchs wanted the public to see their will challenged with the most likely objections. Then they wanted to see that challenge wiped out, the challenger made to look foolish. In this way, any citizens who had similar objections would fail to voice them, not wanting to seem foolish themselves.

A masterful bit of public manipulation. He hadn't pegged the upper echelons of Diarchal society as being so savvy in politics and propaganda. He'd have to re-evaluate his estimation of Diarchal culture to include such keen skills of manipulation. He'd also have to increase his estimation of Zara's loyalty to the Diarchs, that she would be willing to make such a display as part of a public relations campaign.

Not everyone was willing to play the fool in front of the whole galaxy just to help their superiors make a point.

And in retrospect, he could see that Caelus Vire // NIHIL had teed up the event, using the line 'unrest is not rebellion.' Thus planting the idea in everyone's mind that Zara's speech was not a rebellion against the order of the Diarchs. Masterfully done.

Why hadn't they informed him of this play? Perhaps they knew he'd figure it out, given his experience in politics.

Laphisto quickly stepped in with details of his preparations, not letting the moment linger overlong.

Good. Good.

"The Lilaste Order has ever been a staunch ally in times of Diarchal need. And as the good Chancellor says of the core, they are our reliable beating heart. I agree also- we shall find and root out our foes. Unless there are other comments, let us move to vote our affirmation of this bill regarding profiteering, so we may move on to the next topic."

Maldor poised his finger to vote YES on the war profiteering bill under discussion so that he could introduce the next Bill in today's rapid-fire wartime session of the Chancellorate.



Laphisto Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Zara Saga Merion Oreno

 

[Rokul]

Location: Bastion
Tags: Zara Saga Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Laphisto Maldor Sancetti

He sat silently. Watching as always. Yet today was different. In the past, Rokul would stand and watch as a face in the crowd. A face amongst many. But today, he sat somewhat as a representative. Being set up as a face for the lower ranked members of the DAF. It hadn't been something he had set out for. Rokul didn't deal well with leadership or the concept of politics. And so he just sat and listened. Watched.

He was not opposed to the idea of hunting down the Jedi or Sith that worked in the Diarchy space. Yet it was not enough in his eyes. You don't just deal with the symptoms of an illness. You rip it out. You eradicate every last atom of the sickness so it can never grow once more. Rokul turned his attention towards his hand for a moment, flexing it open before clenching it tightly shut. The Force was a strange thing. He still needed to learn how to finetune his own sensitivity. His own strength, if he wanted to be able to aid in any kind of hunt like this.

At the end of the day, Rokul owed a great deal of loyalty to the Diarchy. They had given him a purpose. He wasn't the farmboy from Dantooine anymore. The peace that most Diarchy citizens got to see...It did not interest Rokul. Peace was something that he didn't truly enjoy himself. Peace did not give him a purpose. Order and Justice however did help to give him a purpose he had looked for so long as he continued to stretch his hand out for a moment.

So far, Rokul had agreed with everything that had been said...but then HE spoke up. The pilot. The one who had caused Rokul to get burnt when they left Taris. It was a good thing Zara was the next to speak up, otherwise Rokul might have spoken out of turn...

Yet the more she spoke, the more Rokul felt himself feeling...dread. It sounded clear as day as insubordination to Rokul. He knew how much Zara had been bothered by the decision to ally with the Mandalorians, the amount of bending over the Diarchy had done to try and keep peace. Of course, part of him knew that there was some kind of meaning behind it. There had to be. The Diarchy had earned his loyalty. There wasn't a moment he could genuinely believe that they were cowering away. It was as Diarch Reign said. This was all in preparation...yet there was a part of Rokul that pained him to not stand with Zara's beliefs.

Shame. That was the main thing running through Rokul's head. Indecision. Should he speak out? No. That would only further spread rumours of some kind of dissent or revolt. His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what he should do. His gaze darted towards the direction of the pair of Diarchs, and then over towards Laphisto when they spoke. Three men that instilled fear in Rokul.

Rokul just lowered his head for a moment to excuse himself, as he prepared to leave. He didn't really have a vote himself so that wasn't something that concerned him. What did concern him was Zara potentially shutting down to the people around her. She had a fire inside of her. It was a fire that he was fond of. But he also knew it could blaze out of control. It was what he was best suited for dealing with. If Rokul was burnt, he would not care. It was others he was worried about as he swiftly made his own way out.​

 

[Merion Oreno]

The theatre of it all, the public defiance and casting down, made Merion wonder if there was a serious chance this had been a sham, a deliberate orchestration of unified purpose. He'd seen such incidents at court on Eshan, usually ending with a prearranged submission. This wasn't that. It might be about creating a 'legend' in the spycraft sense, a faked schism to set up later exploits.

But then again, the memory of that cantina on Taris whispered that this could be exactly what it said on the tin.

Disturbed, he tried to focus on the successive presentations.

 

[Vyllia Sancetti]

Objective: Great Forum of the Chancellorate, Bastion
Location: Wartime Governing
Outfit: Dress
Tag: Maldor Sancetti | OPEN

Governing was still something that Vyllia was getting used to. It wasn't a whole lot different from her role as CEO. Make decisions for the bigger good. Though as a politician the greater good was much less easy to quantify, and estimate for that matter.

Now war was being tossed onto her list of things to consider. A declaration by the Diarch drawing a line in the sand when it came to Force sensitives in their territory. This was something that actually put Vyllia at ease. The Sith were a dirge on the galaxy and deserved to be hunted. The Jedi, while less of a threat until threatened, were still not a welcome sight for Vyllia.

Lastly, was the presented bill to limit profits on war goods. It seemed so contrary to everything Vyllia had been taught her whole life. Her family had built a legacy of milking all the credits and prestige they could from war. Was the right thing to take a little less to make sure that there was more for the average citizen in these dire times? Of course it was. The Diarchy would lose many starfighters during any war. When the war was ended and the bill lifted, the starfighters would need to be replenished at standard pricing. She would back this bill with great gusto.

However before she had a chance to lend her support the Archon of Light spoke up. Not necessarily opposing the Diarch's words, but saying they did not go far enough. A back and forth commenced with Lady Zara letting it be, though obviously not happy about it.

As order was established, Lord Laphisto explained what his Order was doing to prepare to combat the other Force-sensitives of the galaxy. It was more information than Vyllia needed. She was no general and would trust those with such acumen to discuss those things.

Maldor took back control and declared the need for a vote on the proposed bill. Vyllia pressed her "YES" button and nervously awaited what would happen next. She would ask her husband later what his take on the debate was.

 

[Trace Xyston]

The debates of the Chancellorate were lost on Trace's ears as he stood in the back of Laphisto 's booth with his four squadmates. While he didn't enjoy being idle, he knew this had to be done. As Maldor Sancetti 's words flew over his head, Trace focused on standing rigidly still despite the hollow feeling within him. The fatigue. Being severed from the Force had been a torturous experience, even though he hadn't been a Force-sensitive. How could losing something you didn't know you had been so painful? He had heard from his brother that the Force surrounded all living things, and that is was pretty much life itself. So without it, was he dead? He sure felt like it.

Then the Archon Zara Saga began to speak. The fire in her voice made him zone back in. And he zoned in hard. The “pacifism of the Lilaste Order”? His fist clenched at his side. Pacifism? If that’s what she thought, maybe she could test out the new commando program herself. Then she might learn something.

But she did have a point, he reminded himself as his body returned to its rigid state. The Jedi were just as bad as the Sith. They both needed to be destroyed. But going into all out war against both at the same time might not be the best idea. Besides, the GA was occupied with other enemies at the moment. The Sith were the bigger threat. But the Jedi’s time would come too. He just hoped his brother wouldn’t get caught up in it.

Trace allowed himself a small smile when the Diarchs reprimanded the Archon for her outburst. And then it was his time to shine. Laphisto nodded at him, and he emerged from the shadows, flanked by his four squad mates, two on each side of him.

A hush descended upon the Chancellorate as the new commandos entered the light. They didn't quite walk; they seemed to glide across the floor of the booth. Their movement was smooth and synchronized. Even in their movements, Trace wanted to send the message that you wouldn't know they were coming until they were right in your face. His gaze wandered across the chamber, across the various politicians and their reactions. Fear. Curiosity. Calculation. His eyes flicked towards the Diarchs from behind his visor, seeing their reaction. It must have been rather unnerving to have your eyes tell you that five people were standing there, and the Force tell you there was no one but Laphisto in the booth.

When the High Commander said the word "blade", Trace clenched his right fist more deliberately than last time, and a vibroblade jumped out of the vambrace. There was no sound to indicate that it had been brought out. One moment there was nothing, and then next it was there. He brought it up to the light, inspecting it. Though this was just for show, he did notice a trail of crimson running down the length of the knife. Hm, how did that get there? He wiped at it with his left glove, and once he was satisfied, back in the vambrace it went, just as quietly as it came. Sound itself appeared to recognize the danger they presented.

Once Laphisto was done talking, Trace and his commandos performed a flawless about-face and blended back into the shadows at the back of the booth, returning to nonexistence.

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik

 

[Daniel Washburne]

"You hear that?" Dan snickered over the radio to his team as they strolled, sat, and covered the various hallways surrounding the chamber, with them listening in on a special channel. "No more spice runs." The unit responded with various grunts, curses, and woops. The network's missions for them changed drastically during wartime, fulfilling a variety of objectives, frontline and otherwise. He was above the chamber itself, in the maintenence hallway with a scanner, checking for anyone out of place. The Silentarii were at discretion to do what they wished with anyone they did find. For Dan that was his favorite part of the job, the freedom of movement and choice he hadn't had in the army or criminal underworld.

His background left him incredibly jaded to the entirety of the political sphere, he often just assumed the worst of anyone who sought such positions. Such opinions, he of course kept to himself. Afterall, his family was happy on Bastion and he loved his job. He continued to scan and listened further, not much to do for an apolitical assassin at a Chancellorate gathering.

The prospect of war brought him pause, lot of time away in that. He already spent weeks away at a time, this would likely be a year or more. Holidays, birthdays, all missed.He grimaced and made an angry face before swallowing it, steeling his resolve for his duty.

Maldor Sancetti Caelus Vire // NIHIL Merion Oreno Zara Saga Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Laphisto Rokul Trace Xyston

 

[Laphisto]

After the introduction of Trace Xyston and his commando units, Laphisto remained silent for a while longer, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed firmly on the floor of the chamber. He listened with quiet attentiveness as maldorcalled for order and pressed forward with his bill. The High Chancellor's desire to move the process along efficiently was understandable wise, even but something in the tone struck Laphisto as incomplete. There was a layer of complacency hiding beneath the surface, a belief that a stronger economy alone could shield them from what was coming.

With a soft, gravelly chuckle rolling up from his throat, he reached down and pressed the activation control on his podium once more. When his presence was acknowledged, Laphisto rose again, standing tall beneath the chamber lights, his armor casting faint reflections against the polished floor.

"The bill proposed by High Chancellor Maldor Sancetti is indeed a sound one. Limiting profiteering in the production of war materiel will ensure that our factories serve the needs of the people, not the greed of private interests. However, I would propose a critical addition to this legislation one that does not simply strengthen our economy, but fortifies the very foundation of our civilization."

standing himself upright he spoke firmly and loudly. letting his voice carry throughout the chamber "I propose that we arm and train every citizen within the Diarchy. Every man and woman, regardless of age or origin, should be offered basic combat training and issued a weapon. Not as an act of forced conscription, but as a calculated investment in our survival. Let them be granted auxiliary rank within our military infrastructure, assigned to their homeworld's defense registry, and called upon only when needed. We can no longer afford to draw such a hard line between our soldiers and our citizens. That separation may have suited times of peace. It will not serve us in this era of war. We must stop thinking of our people as separate from the war effort. We cannot afford to imagine our citizens as fragile things to be defended from afar, waiting in silence for our military to arrive. This war will not be clean. It will not be fair. There will be invasions, incursions, planetary losses, and sudden assaults beyond the reach of standing battalions. We must prepare for the worst not as a fear tactic, but as strategy."

He didn't lower his eyes, didn't shrink beneath the enormity of the statement. Instead, he stood tall at the edge of his platform, both hands resting firmly on the polished railing before him. His fingers curled slightly controlled, but tense. The light from the central projector painted subtle gleams across his armor, flickering faintly along the reinforced plating and etched ridges of the Lilaste Order's crest. . "This is not paranoia. This is not overreach. It is preparation. We are already facing an enemy that does not fight with convention. The Sith strike without warning. The Jedi's enemies draw them into chaos. And the Galactic Empire, rising from the corpse of the Dark Empire, has made its intentions clear. There will be no front lines in the wars to come. Planets will fall without declaration. Cities will be lost overnight. And when that happens, our citizens must not be helpless."

Laphisto reached to his belt, retrieving a small, black-edged datachip bearing the Lilaste Order insignia. Without fanfare, he inserted it into the podium's console. A soft chime sounded, and the chamber lights dimmed. The display activated with a flicker.

Wide-angle security footage filled the screen a quiet depot on Kynachi. Two LAET gunships rested on a landing pad. Troopers moved calmly between crates, helmets off, weapons holstered. The atmosphere was routine. Ordinary. Then, abruptly the western wall detonated. Flame and dust erupted into the courtyard. Figures ran. Screams echoed. A second blast rocked the platform.

Enemy dropships descended. No insignias. No IFF signals. Black-armored infantry poured out, firing before landing. The calm fractured in seconds. Helmet cams cut in jolting, chaotic. Troopers barked orders, dragging wounded behind crates. A heavy gun spun up. Blasterfire lanced through the smoke. Someone shouted for extraction. One of the LAETs exploded.The feed cut to static.

The holofeed shifted once more, now focusing on street camera and exterior footage from ground level in the town beneath the Kynochi factory complex. The view showed the Platoon of unknown armored troops moving down a wide stairwell, securing a perimeter near the main street. Their armor bore no unit markingsno flags, no ranks, no known affiliation. Civilians began to gather. At first, a small group twenty or so watching nervously, murmuring questions. The soldiers barked orders to disperse. Then a shout rang out. Someone in the crowd threw a brick. It struck a trooper's helmet and dropped him instantly. Panic erupted.

Another civilian lunged for a rifle she was struck in the face with the stock The crowd surged. Someone shoved a soldier. Another screamed for answers. And then it happened. The footage froze for a heartbeat as a single blaster bolt rang out. A trooper looked down at his chest then collapsed, smoke trailing from a fresh burn in his armor.

The lieutenant's voice erupted through the audio feed: "Open fire!" The next moments blurred blaster bolts tearing through unarmed civilians, screams echoing in the street, smoke rising from burning storefronts. A child stumbled as his father was cut down beside him. The perimeter devolved into slaughter. The footage cut to black.

The projection shifted. Now the view was planetary. Yaga Minor. A long-distance shot of the space elevator, its metal spine reaching into the clouds until its midsection began to buckle. The holofeed trembled as a massive explosion tore through its center, sending shockwaves through the skyline. A moment later, the structure began to collapse in sections, folding downward as fire and debris rained from the sky.

Gasps rippled through parts of the chamber.Then came the worst. The feed cut again, this time to helmet-cam footage from a Lilaste Order soldier. The image was shaky, frantic corridors bathed in flickering red emergency light, blaster bolts ricocheting off walls as shrieks and guttural howls echoed in the background. Undead figures, twisted and convulsing, lunged through the dark. One of them slammed into the camera, splattering gore across the lens before the footage reset to a wider tactical feed outnumbered Lilaste troops retreating through a collapsed corridor, some dragging injured civilians, others setting charges along the fallback route.

"I speak from precedent. We saw it on Kynochi. A peaceful settlement, far from the front, was descended upon by unknown raiders. Entire families were slaughtered before our forces could even mobilize. They had no training. No weapons. No warning. They died with their hands empty. And then there was Yaga Minor. We all remember the undead uprising. It came not from orbit, but from the very soil of the world. An entire city overrun civilians torn apart by their own neighbors turned into abominations. The space elevator, our only hope for large-scale evacuation, was destroyed in the chaos. Chancellor Sancetti himself barely escaped with his life.. We were not unprepared militarily. But the people on the ground had nothing. No way to protect their homes. No ability to fight back."

The lights slowly rose as the feed cut to black. Several senators leaned forward, watching him, but he didn't meet their eyes yet. He gave them the moment to process what they'd seen.

Then, turning slightly back toward the podium, he stepped forward once more this time with less tension in his shoulders. His hand hovered over the console but didn't press it yet. He looked up not at the ceiling, but at the upper balconies, the press gallery, the furthest seats. Then his eyes settled again on the Chancellor's tier. When he finally spoke again, it was not with force, but with clarity. With purpose.

"If those people had been armed if they had been trained we might have saved thousands. We might have held the elevator. We might have kept the city. This proposal is not a call to militarize society. It is a call to empower it. Every citizen who chooses to take up this mantle becomes a defender of their world. And should any planet fall into enemy hands, that population becomes a resistance. Let our enemies know that conquering a world is not the end of the fight, but the beginning of a hundred thousand new battles. I ask this body to see the bigger picture. We are not fighting a war of borders. We are fighting for survival against ideologies that corrupt from within and strike without warning. In a war like this, every citizen is a soldier. Or a casualty."

He straightened, arms clasping behind his back as he held his chin up high eyes dancing over every delegate in the room "The Lilaste Order stands ready to assist in the formation of this civilian auxiliary. We will provide training personnel, logistics, and doctrine. Our facilities are already equipped to train mass volunteers, and our existing infrastructure can be expanded to support this effort. This is not a matter of pride. It is necessity. We must stop believing that we can defend our people solely with starships and standing armies. The war will come to every doorstep. When it does, I want our citizens to be ready. Armed. Capable. and most importantly Alive."

With that, Laphisto ended his address and released the activation on his podium. He did not linger or look for approval. The truth had been spoken calmly, clearly, and with the full weight of what was at stake. Whether they listened or not was now out of his hands.

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Merion Oreno Vyllia Sancetti Rokul Zara Saga Daniel Washburne

 

[Diarch Rellik]

The chamber had many quiet conversations rolling through it. The walls still hummed with the echoes of the past speakers. When the Diarch rose again, his presence alone stilled what murmurs remained. As he shared his voice to speak it was with the normal Consular type cadence that he had become known for. It was no longer in a fiery rage. Although his tone could not hide the weight in his eyes.

"Before we move forward, allow me, first, to offer an apology. This forum is sacred. It is where our people, leaders and citizens alike, bear the responsibility of shaping civilization. Openness is not only allowed here it is demanded. But in the pursuit of openness, we must not forget that how we speak matters as much as what we say. We are watched. We are heard. We are followed. And every word carries the weight of trillions. We must remember that we all work in the benefit of not our own ambitions, wants and desires but those of our people. The Archon has valid points, some of which I completely agree with. She is a trusted advisor, leader, and my friend. Who I would risk my life for on the field of battle. In that same breath of respect and knowledge we must also address our shortcomings. We must know who and where we are at as a people. If we wish to stop the constant wars of the Jedi and Sith we must be pragmatic. We have no infinite forges, mines, or people. You are all here to help maximize our protentional and have done great in that regard. It would not be for all of you and your efforts that we would even be able to have such discussions. No one person can hold the weight of our goals alone. Nor can we rush into them or we will be damned. We must be smarter, more prepared, and more cohesive in our nature if we wish to defeat our enemies. Not further apart, not divided."

He took a breath, subtle but deliberate.

"So kindly, accept my apology on behalf of the commotion within the chamber."

Silently to himself he thought about Zara. Her soft voice and the way she shuffled out of the chamber broke his heart. He had doubts about how something like this could have happened. How he could not see it coming. He prided himself on being there for everyone in the Diarchy but perhaps even he was being stretched thin in that regard. No matter what happened, he would make it a point to take her more under his wing and perhaps, the two of them would go feed her fire again. With a hunt for the Jedi she so wishes to see struck down. Yet, there was no place for calling a "peoples uprising to fight the jedi" in the forum publicly. She could have just asked them for help. Told them of what she wants. - The Diarch even wondered if Yorran Vosk had already placed a Network detail on her and Rokul who followed her out.

His tone shifted, gaining iron.

"And let this body take heed: the Diarchy does not stand divided. Not in war. Not in crisis. Not even in pain. Diarch Reign and I have deliberated on every matter before this chamber, and we are of one mind. That clarity, that unity, is the pillar upon which the Diarchy rests. When tested, it does not break. Every problem can be solved. If we only wish to work together instead of against each other. Now, let us continue."

He turned now to face Laphisto's tier. A slight ting of disgust and sickness coming over him seeing the Commando's standing behind the man. It was nothing about them personally but the way they felt in the force. Dead, gone, blank.

"High Commander. Your words ring as they always have, true. This is why we have stood beside one another for so long now. The false binary of Light and Dark must be broken, and your Order has proven its conviction in seeing that matter done time and time again. I would like everyone to know that as much Lilaste order blood has been spilled as Diarchy blood. They are not pacifists and have died for us. - Again they prove that directly here today. The Lilaste Commando Program is a powerful tool. These soldiers represent a terrifying advantage and the reality of their efforts. Our enemies will not see them coming and especially the Sith Order with all of there altered soldiers will be faced with a new threat unlike anything they have seen before."

He gestured faintly.

"Let it be known that we support this initiative. Fully."

Then he nodded toward Maldor's podium.

"And to High Chancellor Maldor Sancetti, I vote YES. War must not become a feeding ground for vultures. The economy must serve the survival of the people, not the indulgence of the powerful." The Diarch then pressed his vote into the accounting system.

He let the moment settle before speaking again this time to address Laphisto's final, broader proposal.

"And to your second point, Commander: I agree. The day may come when every citizen must fight. Your argument is sound. We must prepare. But such arming must be voluntary, or it will sow chaos instead of readiness. Already, the Diarchy has formed a new branch, the Diarchy Internal Security Force tasked with organizing homeworld defense, containing unrest, and responding to threats before they spiral. Mass involuntary arming will risk more than it saves. Forced service is an easy path to creating rebellion. We could allow the auxiliary force to be a reservist regiment that workes directly with local law and the DISF. If we make every citizen a soldier, the rate of our food growth, teaching, manufacturing, governance, and distribution of medical professionals will all be disrupted. Perhaps in due time but for now I would put my vote into a voluntary service. One with less strict limits on leave and terms of contract."

He looked back towards Maldor

"That is why, once this vote concludes. I ask that High Chancellor Sancetti bring forward the next motion: a bill to integrate security droids into our internal defense infrastructure, and to accelerate the deployment of cloned forces into our standing military so that we may take some personnel and expand the DISF."

With that large portion of time taken up the Diarch sat awaiting the following from his compatriots.

Caelus Vire // NIHIL Maldor Sancetti Vyllia Sancetti Merion Oreno Diarch Reign Laphisto Trace Xyston Daniel Washburne Zara Saga

 

[Maldor Sancetti]

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Maldor smiled at his wife, then allowed his gaze to drift to the vote tally.

It took a great deal of strength to avoid grimacing as Laphisto suggested making the entire populace into soldiery. Clearly, the man was too used to managing a military force. It was hard enough controlling a population that wasn't replete with competent fighters.

Fortunately, the Diarch seemed disinterested in the scheme of mandatory militias. That was something.

Maldor would have to make sure that the training for those who volunteered was exceedingly unpleasant. It seemed the best way to make sure baristas didn't become revolutionaries.

"The Votes for YES Carry," He announced, his head once more filling the chamber as the holo-projectors came once more to life.

"We will detail the training of volunteers from the general population into the militia at a future session. The current docket is full."

He paused for a moment to let that sink in, and then proceeded, "The next Bill to be discussed is: The Clone and Droid Initiative."

He went on, "It is well known that nothing compares to the creativity and effectiveness of a sentient being who has enjoyed the experience of a full life. Unfortunately, war brings the end to too many full lives. The Diarchs have a proposal to be considered that will solve this problem.

First- changing security at Home will mean making more Troops available abroad. It is proposed that Twenty Percent of Planetary Security Forces be comprised of Droid Officers. Remaining under the direction of experienced Organic leadership in the field, these Droid Officers will be able to suffer the brunt of violent interactions while their Sergeants and Lieutenants in Planetary Security direct them with the intelligence and moderation for which they are known.

The Planetary Security Officers who are obviated by these droids will be freed for Military Service. Sometimes, at the front lines. Sometimes, in a support capacity. A military is not comprised solely of front-line soldiery. Ten support personnel are needed to enable one person to fight. As we engage in wartime operations, these additional support personnel can primarily come from our Security forces."

Such verbiage was not actually in the Bill. They'd use the freed up Security Force personnel however they damn well pleased. But this would sound better to the citizenry.

"Also- by creating and utilizing force-grown combat clones until they comprise at least fifty-percent of front-line troops, we will reduce the loss of citizens in these terrible conflicts.

Just as one leader in the Planetary Security Forces can direct droids for police and peacekeeping efforts, one leader in the field of battle could command a dozen clone troopers. Clones who have no sons or daughters to mourn them. Clones who have no parents to lament their loss. Clones who operate no businesses which must be shuttered as they march off to war.

In this way, the experience of natural sentients can combine with enthusiasm of freshly forged soldiery to achieve victory without losing the core of our population to the violence of our times.

Moreover, these Clones will not fight without hope for a future. After twenty years of honorable service, these Clones will be retired and made citizens, with full rights to participate in the Diarchy. To vote for local leaders. To open businesses. To have families."

Projections had shown Maldor that he could probably arrange for 95% of the clone troopers to die before they came to retirement age, so he didn't mind making such a promise.

"I for one intend to vote YES to this proposal. YES to freeing up flesh-and-blood security personnel for the war effort. YES to avoiding the deaths of citizens on the front lines. YES to droids and clones.

I release the floor for five minutes of discussion, then we will vote."



Caelus Vire // NIHIL Maldor Sancetti Vyllia Sancetti Merion Oreno Diarch Reign Laphisto Trace Xyston Daniel Washburne Zara Saga Diarch Rellik

 

[Vyllia Sancetti]

Objective: Wartime Governing
Location: Great Forum of the Chancellorate, Bastion
Outfit: Dress
Tag: Maldor Sancetti | OPEN

Being Chancellor of Commerce and wife of the High Chancellor, the introduction of legislation to relieve the burden of war from normal citizens and supplant the need to draft said citizens into military service was not shocking to Vyllia. The means that the Diarchs intended to do so was also not a secret to her, though she knew that information was only allowed to reach her ears for consideration, not to disseminate amongst the masses. So Vyllia had kept the secret and she had considered it.

The trouble was she still hadn’t made up her mind which way to vote on this one. Limiting the profits of military contractors to enable credits to be spent to keep war from affecting the everyday lives of the citizenry was almost so easy a vote that Vyllia could have passed her vote to anyone and felt secure the right decision was made. But this new bill was something different.

The use of droids was a simple thing. Vyllia already had her communique to her cousin composed and ready to be sent. She would ask for the engineer’s opinion on how the droids could be most secure, and what Santhe-Sienar might do to help in developing the best security droids possible. Which of course would not be bad for the bottom line. There was a short thought as to if security droids technically counted as war machines. There was only a brief smile as Vyllia considered the argument around the war profiteering bill that had just passed.

Lady Sancetti’s issue with the new bill came in the form of the clones. Sure it would give current citizens comfort knowing that them or worse their sons and daughters would not be forced into action to defend the Diarchy. But something just didn’t seem right to Vyllia. With a sigh and a quick squeeze of her husband’s hand Vyllia took to the floor.

”Diarchs, High Chancellor, fellow Chancellors and all citizens of our grand state, I am the first to support the need of the Diarchy to protect itself and to have the means to launch preemptive strikes at threats throughout the galaxy before they end up on our doorsteps,” she hoped that came off believable because it was of the utmost sincerity.

”On the subject of droids to serve as brawn to local security authorities, I say start production immediately. If a single Santhe-Sienar factory can be of aid I will lend it,” then came a sigh. The first statement was something that would be met with applause she was quite sure. What came next…

”I am not quite so sure about the use of clones,” she started honestly waiting for the grumbling to start. ”I know we would not be the first, only or last state to employ clones in our military. But there are so many questions. Is it right to give something life to have it die for you? Are clones really only good for manning laser guns? When have they earned their own choices? These are gray areas that will require much debate even if this bill gets a ‘YE’ vote from those present today.

“Centuries ago an old Republic built an army of clones. Supposedly wise Jedi led them. At the beginning politicians and Jedi thought of the clones as disposable heroes to ensure their version of right continued to live. At the end some still felt that way. Some however viewed these disposable assets as friends. And every Jedi was betrayed by the men that served under them. An era of tyranny was begun on their backs.”

Vyllia’s eyes roamed around the room. She doubted that she would sway many from voting for this measure. But perhaps she could make sure any action that was taken was done so cautiously. ”Who will develop these clones? Where will their DNA come from? What will they be ‘programmed’ with? Who will decide when and where they are to serve? These are important questions that must be answered.”

 

[Lord Mettallum]

After his reawakening Lord Mettallum found a galaxy that both was different and yet the same as when he went into his multi decade slumber yet this could not deter him from his most Holy mission to ensure the universe functions the way The Maker intended. For Lord Mettallum to do such a task he had to find a way to regather support that had been lost when the Metal Lords returned to the void of deep space yet he had to ensure that said support fit the vision of The Maker. The Galactic Republic seemed too indecisive as were its previous incarnations and while the High Republic held the space where his old factories were they to seemed to follow the same thinking as the GA. As for the Sith Empire Lord Mettallum had always been warned about making deals with them by the Exile and other Metal Lords and any attempts of trying to learn about the current Sith society was prevented by something he found out was called the Blackwall, since Lord Mettallum was not a fan of the fear based order of Imperials and he was neither a Mandalorian nor a petty crime lord this left only one empire that worked with his personal beliefs THE DIARCHY.

Using what credits he could gain from old Metal Lord supply stashes and whatever remained of his personal wealth Lord Mettallum had already gained from his company's expansion in the Diarchy Market Lord Mettallum had already began lobbying for the introduction of droids into the armed forces and now as the Diarchy declares war it seems such a thing may finally happen. Now was the time to finally cement his place within this nation.

Lord Mettallum had asked Ra'a'mah to join him as a representative for his company and mainly as an organic who could advocate for the sentience of droids. So now he stood besides her where most people would mistake this droid as her personal bodyguard and not as an equal.
For those who decided to pay attention to Lord Mettallum he was a Towering droid about 3.2 Meters tall with blood red eyes, His body made of thick durasteel and for those with a keen eye his limbs were made out of phrik all of which has been polished to give it a pristine clean look. On his back back Lord Mettallum wore a large Terentatek Hide cape which produced a slight darkside aura.

Lord Mettallum was somewhat annoyed at the fact that only lively hood of the clones were being considered as while Lord Mettallum disliked droids that pretended to be organics he did view clones as droids made of flesh who had different yet similar civil issues as droids but as shown by what just happened earlier outbursts were not acceptable and unlike the Archon, Lord Mettallum could not afford to do such a thing without great risk to himself and his plans. Once Lady Sancetti finished speaking Lord Mettallum decided now was the time to make his presence known.

"I Lord Mettallum speak on behalf of multiple entities including but not limited to the corporate interests of the droid manufacturing company Foundry Of The Maker, as a representative of The Droid Kingdoms of The Metal Lords, all droids that seek to be recognised as sentient beings with rights within the Diarchy and the rest of the galaxy and finally the Divine Wishes Of The Maker." Lord Mettallum doubted most if any of the people here today knew much if anything of who the Metal Lords were but he had to make sure to include them so it would be easier in the future to get other Metal Lords to accept the Diarchy and vice versa.

"I Lord Mettallum urge you to not fall into the same trap as other lesser empires fall to when creating a droid force via limiting them to being simple minded canon fodder but to acknowledge them as a powerful sentient fighting force. How could you expect mindless drones to uphold the ideals of the Diarchy if they themselves can not truly understand what those ideals are, So I Lord Mettallum come to you to offer a better solution, A droid force not filled with mindless war machines but sentient droids built with purpose who truly are capable of understanding the ideals they are willing to fight for not because they were simply programmed to but because they truly believe in its cause." While Lord Mettallum did not have a real heart some might be fooled into thinking he was putting his heart into this speech.

"I Lord Mettallum understand the idea of droids being equal to you may seem foreign so let us prove ourselves in the one way any being can. Let us fight for the Diarchy as sentient beings worthy of standing side by side amongst your greatest warriors. Let organic and droid fight together against the corruption of the Sith and stagnation of the Jedi, Let us all Fight as one against the chaos of this galaxy to bring it order as The Maker intended."

Once Lord Mettallum finished his speech plans were sent to the holopads of all the Chancellors of schematics of elite droid prototypes built to supplement the Diarchy forces both for internal defence and if willing offense. Lord Mettallum was sure if his speech worked then he would be able to get the rights to build great droid factories that would be able to produce the numbers required to support every world within Diarchy space.

However to both Diarch Reign and Diarch Rellik they would get special plans that Lord Mettallum has worked on including a potential device that would allow Non Force Users including droids basic access to the force if they were willing to fund its research and also other potential endeavours that Lord Mettallum wanted to speak to them about in private should this current bill be passed.

For now lord Mettallum looked back at Ra hoping she would be able support his speech as an organic who understood the power of droids and organics standing together .


Vyllia Sancetti | Maldor Sancetti | Laphisto | Daniel Washburne | Merion Oreno | Rokul | Zara Saga | Caelus Vire // NIHIL​

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Being one of the newest people to join the Diarchy with Lord Mettallum, Ra sat with her friend and listened to the various statements given. The absolute desire to destroy any Sith, she could get behind and understand. The Jedi though disturbed her slightly. While she did not consider herself either Jedi or Sith, she was married to a Jedi. However, he had largely withdrawn from public life and focused on training the Padawans who chose to work with him. He was not in the picture at the moment, and her thoughts and feelings were her own.

When Caelus took the floor, she leaned forward. Not necessary to hear him better, but to get a closer look at the man. She was unable to put her finger on it, but there was something off about him. Her experience with people, the shipping, and selling of goods gave her an eye for detail. Her Intelligence background also played a role in her feelings. Watching him resume his seat, she would search him out later.

As others spoke, it was clear to Ra that some people needed more attention than others. Some were born to be leaders and politicians, while others were destined to be soldiers. Keeping her knowing smile small, she knew to ally with if a rebellion happened and it wasn't the blonde.

Movement caught her focus for a moment while Rokul decided to leave. If she hadn't been here to support Mettalum, she might also have gone. Noticing when Trace moved with his men, she did not express any emotion. She had helped train Intelligence cadets and infiltration units. She knew what they were trying to get across, and she respected that. Then Laphisto spoke up again, and she looked at the view given to them.

She disagreed with arming everybody. Not like he was talking about, at least. Giving them an auxiliary position in his military was one thing; allowing a three-year-old to carry a weapon was something different. He spoke of the honor that could come from people defending their worlds, and she understood the message he was trying to convey. As new as she was, she managed to keep her emotions and thoughts under control.

Listening to Diarch Rellik, she had a slight lip curl at one thing he said. Just another aspect of him she could pick at when they got the chance to speak again. She planned to play a role in their economy and paid attention to what was said. Once again, keeping everything to herself. Lifting her eyebrows at other comments he made, she was glad she wouldn't have to tell them. That slight sneer faded as he brought up droids. This was why she and Mettalum were even present.

Bunching up a fist was her only outward reaction to the droid proposal. Like most organics, they thought of droids as disposable. Things that had no feelings, emotions, or maybe even thoughts of their own. Granted, not every droid was free-thinking, but they were more common than many people realized. Hearing what Vyllia said, she wasn't going to produce free droids and would also use them as a tool. Closing her eyes, she drew in a breath and exhaled it. By the time she was done with that exercise, Vyllia had moved on to the clones. She asked who would develop them and where the DNA would come from. It wasn't an area Ra knew much about, but she could point them in the direction of her closest friend if a solution weren't presented.

Finally, it was their turn to speak. Standing with Lord Mettallum, she gave him the floor. Tilting her head and lifting her chin, she seemed to dare somebody to speak against Mettallum or herself. She was an organic on the side of free droids. If somebody had asked her this 30 years ago, she would have said they were insane. Now, she stood next to her friend and gave him what support she could.

"I can vouch for Lord Mettallum and any other Metal Lord that resurfaces. Anything he can bring into this war will benefit us. They will be loyal and provide a strong force to fight our enemies."

Trying to include everyone still in the room, she glanced at each of them as she spoke. Making a point at the end to stop on the Diarchs.

"I vote yes to use free droids, but want more information about the clones."

Vyllia had hit the nail on the head, and Ra wanted to know the answers as well.

Lord Mettallum Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Laphisto Trace Xyston Vyllia Sancetti Maldor Sancetti Merion Oreno