A New Dawn For Corellia [Corellian Confederation Rebellion of Corellia vs New Republic ]

[Raona Cadera]

It had been a long few weeks since the Battle of Kuat. The system was fully blockaded by the CIS and any attempts to enter the system were met with extreme hostility and as a result Kuat itself, either under threat from the CIS or of its own volition, had seceded from the New Republic. Not even a single week had gone by before the Core Imperial Confederation had declared formal war on the New Republic, leading analysts to predict higher taxes for defense as well as the slow decline of Corellian security as the war was brought deeper and deeper into the New Republic, thus pulling Corellian ships away from the sector.

As one of the largest defense forces in the New Republic many of Corellia’s politicians and military leaders feared that they would be relied upon heavily for mopping up what essentially amounted to a mistake on the New Republic’s end which was difficult for many within the sector. The New Republic offered fair trade laws, allowed the Corellians to put as much into their own defense as possible and even pumped trillions of credits into the economy by using Centerpoint Shipyards to repair and construct their largest vessels.

But Corellians had been down this road before. A nation that could not defend itself had no business defending the liberties of others. And so Corellian High Command now ordered Lisza before Corellian Parliament in person to address the New Republic Senate. She took a deep breath and brushed off her formal black dress. Her family crest displayed proudly on her left shoulder and the Corellian Star was prominently displayed on her chest. Her visage was scanned and beamed across the stars to the Senate Floor and she began her speech.

“For many centuries Corellia stood as a proud member of the Galactic Core. We stood as a beacon of strength, ingenuity, and prosperity. However, time has shown as over the decades since the Gulag Plague has ended that the powers that Corellia stands with are not to be trusted with the protection of our people. This is why after our liberation from the tyranny of the Imperial Bloc treaty we joined the New Republic on favorable terms.

But time and time again, despite no hard limits placed on New Republic member worlds we were looked at with suspicion as we re-armed, as we rebuilt our image on our proud military traditions. But Corellians are not so easily bothered. We weathered our doubters’ storm and we beat back any provocation with loyalty to the New Republic and excellent military service in the navy of the New Republic.

During the battle of Kuat one of our best, Dracken Pryce, nearly gave his life to defend the planet of Kuat, only to be ordered to retreat from the system, retreat from a problem he should not have had to fix alone. Due to the inaction of the New Republic, the core world of Kuat has been lost, and with them a powerful part of our economy. Despite the world being desolate the remnants of their shipyards should have been protected and their people cared for. Instead their plight was used to promote violence and insight acts of terror against our galactic neighbors in the CIS which brought their wrath upon the world. Our world, which we left undefended despite having good information on CIS fleet movements towards the world.

Many of us were still children when the Sith Empire and the Republic of old warred just over twenty years ago. Despite the Republic pushing the Sith back they returned. And later the Galactic Alliance pushed them back again...Yet they returned. It was these dark sided force users that broke Corellia in half, making much of our world uninhabitable with it only now being safe for our next generation to walk around with uncovered head in un-domed cities and see the real sky with their own eyes. But what did they see when those domes finally came down? TIES that blacked out the sky, Sith Imperial Star Destroyers and the terror of the Imperial Bloc.

How many generations has Corellia been at the mercy of fear? Fear of the Sith and Imperial menace, the fear of our allies vanishing without a trace in our moment of need, fear of being judged and assaulted by association. During the upcoming war between the Core Imperial Confederation Corellians would no doubt be forced to choose between loyalty to the Republic and Fealty to the Empire. But now members of all the species of the Corellian Sector are asking themselves...Why any exterior authority at all? We simply want to live our life and finally after decades reunite with our brothers and sisters across the stars of the entire Corellian Sector without the burden of those fears.

Corellia’s men and women will not be drafted into Republic service, to die on a distant world outside of Corellia's borders. Nor will armed forces from other worlds be billeted in our homes.

For us who cherish peace. For us who tolerate no evil. For us who strive for good. In pain, we surrender the unity of our stars. In grief, we cut the ties of our people. In agony, we secede from your Republic. For we are without choice. Between war and peace, no being should just consider the former. No being must jeopardize the latter. Now, we - those alone in the void - come together once more. We unite our stars, our waters and our lands. Under Corellia we protect our peace. Under Corellia we celebrate our freedom. Under Corellia we prosper.”

 

[Jerec Asyr]

[member="Lisza Starseeker"]

Circumstances conspired to put Jerec Asyr in the guest gallery of the Corellian Senate chamber. For one thing, it wasn't every day another shipwright gave a big speech with sector-grade implications. For another thing, Jerec's favorite Corellian dive diner had been shut down for major health violations - so much for lunch. He chewed glumly on a protein bar and listened with three-quarters of an ear. As free floor shows went, he'd seen worse. And the lady had style, so that was halfway interesting too.

Despite a large TURN OFF ALL PERSONAL DEVICES sign, he started poking around at her affiliation and the ships she might have helped create. Mild curiosity became less mild.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The call had gone out that something was changing near the Core. The highly modified YT-2000 hot rodded its way from the hyperspace exit beacon in the Corellian system towards the homeworld. The gunmetal gray hull was dark against the starfield, but the bank of engines on the rear of the vessel lit up blue while the vessel was dropped to sublight speeds, the engines kicked in, sending the hot rod forward.

Inside the vessel, her captain, Coren Starchaser was putting in the coordinates for the Starchaser Estate outside of Tyrena, in the direction of the Golden Beaches. He was glad that they were able to be recreated after the destruction of Corellia, they weren’t the same, but it was close. The tube of the cockpit was currently seating Starchaser, the near-human woman who he had been hanging around with, and of course, the ever faithful Porter, Coren’s long time astromech companion.

“Coordinates are locked in, we’ll be home shortly. Porter, can you handle the landing situation?” Coren asked as he got up and stepped into the back of the ship. He was a Jedi, but even before that, he was a Corellian. The call had gone out to all of his type, smugglers, vagabonds, Jedi, who had found themselves more often than not between one star and another, as opposed to on the homeworld. He was wearing a his blood stripes, gunbelt with his pistol on his right hip, lightsaber on his left. He had a jacket on but grabbed the forest green cloak.

A deep breath. How long had it been since he was home? He stepped towards one of the viewports in the main cabin. The Corellian Defense Fleet was currently IDing his ship, but he knew he’d make it through, Corellia, D’Qar, Sullust, and Eira Pechel were probably the only planets that received the honest IFF reading from the Tachyon Rising. A few moments after passing the Star Defenders, he felt the shift into atmosphere.

The bigger the galaxy, the sweeter the homecoming.

[member="Lisza Starseeker"]
[member="Jerec Asyr"]

 

[Malok of A'alkerr]

Location: CorSec Plaza, Corellia​

Accompanying: ---​

Wearing: KONG-type Assault Armor​

Wielding: Grond​

Timing was everything.

For years, the art of selling warfare for profit had been a thriving venture. With the clash of Sith and Jedi, Empire and Republic, there was no shortage of work for the mighty ApeX. However. With the collapse of one of the larger Imperial cells, the mercenary organization took a serious blow to its bottom line. The First Order, while not a direct antagonist or client of the organization, was the source of numerous contracts. There were many worlds and systems who wanted peace of mind and paid handsomely for the Ma'alkerrites to stand ready as their protectors. But, with their fall, those terrified masses felt confident in letting the terms expire. As Commander of the ApeX forces, Malok took this in stride.

No nation lasted forever, after all.

His duty then became the securing of additional contracts for his organization. And, through pure happenstance, fortune would smile upon the ape-men horde. Corellia, in her infinite wisdom, had finally decided to sever ties with the New Republic. How the farce of a democracy could even show its face these days was beyond the Commander; for they had literally abandoned several systems in a move towards Carida. The fact that they were able to walk away from billions of lives and start anew - with any success - boggled the Ma'alkerrite's mind. But, at the very least, the famed Corellia was getting out before the stench of bullchit became too much to bear.

Malok, in turn, capitalized on the moment and descended upon the CorSec Plaza with just an honor guard of his forces. The remainder of ApeX remained in orbit, fully compliant with all security requirements of the world below. Today, ApeX sought to prove its value to the Corellians in the hope of securing a lasting partnership. Perhaps they would bolster their standing forces? Perhaps they would carry out the more...vicious operations that Corellia could not be seen undertaking? In either case, the mammoth being awaited within the plaza's interior for the appointed hour where he could speak with a CorSec representative.

[member="Lisza Starseeker"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Location: Raxis Estate, Corellia​

Wearing: Basic Tunic | Basic Pants ​

Wielding: Dry Wit | Credits​

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Corellia.

It had served as home for years, the place that the man had settled down. It had been through so much, witnessed the wars tearing through the galaxy. They had stood tall, kept themselves together. Corellia, it's people were all a family. They were a family that wanted to rule themselves, control themselves like they had done before. Corellia had been under the control of these interplanatary governments for too long.

Now it wanted to be free.

Kei stood up from his desk. He grinned slowly, fingers tracing over the back of the chair. He looked from the window, looking out over the planet that would soon be free from the rule of the New Republic, free to rule itself. They were a rebellious bunch, this wasn't the first time they had declared independance and Kei doubted it would be the last time that Corellia declared independance from something.

He adjusted his tunic, blinking. He had always assumed Corellia would use the mess that the CIS, and in turn he had caused on Kuat to break free. He was just glad he had gotten to the planet in time to take part in the breaking free. He grinned, running his hand through his hair. Corellia was doing everything he expected it to do, and he was proud to call himself a Corellian male, a civilian on the planet.

He turned his back to the window, walking towards the door. He nodded towards the guards, motioning them to follow.

He had work to do.

 

[Jaius Sovv]

"This is Executive Two, requesting special dispensation to dock."

No one had heard from Vice Chancellor Jaius Sovv in months.

Rumors abounded. After all, this was the same man who had during his short tenure cultivated a reputation as a 'Shadow Chancellor' of sorts. Many speculated, quite correctly, that the elder statesman had been directly involved in promoting civil unrest on occupied Sullust. And then of course there was much debate as to if the former Chief of State had officially cut ties with the so called Alliance-in-Exile, it was suspected that the sullustan was using his newfound power and influence to support his allies in the outer rim. Now the First Order had collapsed, Sullust was on the verge of total liberation, and amidst all this Coreward unrest Sovv was nowhere to be found. His most ardent critics suspected the worst.

The truth of course was a far more complicated matter. And classified.

If it hadn't been for First Order doctors, Jaius would be dead right now. He was not so embittered that he was incapable of appreciating the irony. The stroke he had suffered on his homeworld was the result of overexertion, a symptom of his precarious physical condition that his own physicians had warned him not exacerbate. Though he would likely never walk again, it had not been a fatal attack, but First Imperial officials had been all too eager to return the Vice Chancellor to his Republic comrades and absolve themselves of any appearance of wrongdoing.

Vice Chancellor Sovv had spent the interim aboard a Republic Nebulon-C medical frigate, rechristened Executive Two, recuperating from the entire ordeal. Indeed his doctors had demanded he remain in repose, but the nice thing about being one of the most powerful men in the known galaxy was that Jaius rarely had to listen to what anyone told him if he didn't want to. Kuat had been a debacle, the limitations of the SIS and diplomatic corps had become plain, but he would not abandon Corellia or its people to tempestuous waters. Not again.

"Ah...Mister Vice Chancellor," the frigate's captain was surprised to see him on the bridge, even more so at the sight of him, "We're attempting to negotiate docking rights with one of the Confederation's orbital facilities, but being as they are currently in the middle of expelling all Republic personnel, I'm afraid its been slow going."

"Please convey to the Corellian officials," Sovv's voice sounded much weaker than on the holoreels, "That Jaius Sovv is here to meet with Senator...with madame [member="Lisza Starseeker"] at her earliest convenience."

"Aye, sir!"

Jaius' withered claw-like hand manipulated his repulsorlift drive controls, and the hover chair propelled him across the command deck forward from the turbolifts so that he might have a better view of Corellia's surface from the bridge's main viewport. Anyone else wouldn't dare presume to wait for a response in the middle of central operations for a capital ship, but Sovv was used to serving as commander-in-chief and while his current role within government was much more limited the old habits continued to abide. There was not a soul in the room who would dare to usher him away at any rate.

"Now, more than ever..." he muttered to himself, even this small act drawing labor from his breath, "the Core needs heroes."

 

[Dracken Pryce]

He trusted the New Republic, he really truly did. They did right by its people but Corellia was his home, and he would always be for Corellia. If he had the choice he'd still have been in the Starchild, but cracked in half and left behind in the Kuat system the ship that had been his home for over half a decade was gone. His face and body bruised, his arm in a sling, and various patches and synth stitches keeping cuts from leaking open he wasn't looking too bad for nearly being spaced. The shrapnel that had been lodged in his back had nearly paralyzed the man, but for now, he stood on his own two feet, though he had no doubt he'd have to sit down soon which would be strange to do on this new bridge.

Dracken was leading the formation of ships that made up a large portion of the Corellian Home Fleet aboard a Resurgent-Class battlecruiser. Originally the FIV Blade's Point, it had been heavily modified and refitted by the Corellian Defense Force and rechristened the CDF Dregan's Pike. Standing on the long, black command walk way and looking down into pits rather than directly at his bridge crew made him feel uneasy, but for now it would have to do.

"Sir, we're being hailed by the Executive Two, looks to be a New Republic medical frigate!"

"Did they say who it was?"

"Jaius Sovv." Pryce's heart nearly leaped out of his throat. Sovv was alive? He'd heard rumors but...His lips curled into a smirk and he gave a nod to the com officer. He wished he could talk with him, but all he could do now is wave him through.

"Give them the all clear, and send a message to Sovv to let him know that Admiral Pryce sends his regards."

[member="Jaius Sovv"]

 

[Khar Garak]

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LOCATION: Entering Corellian system​

ABOARD: ORCS Aquila Transcendence​

MISSION: Bringing the old girl home for refit and repairs​

PARTNER: [member="Dracken Pryce"]​

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In the outer reaches of the Corellian system a battered fleet emerged from hyperspace. Transponders notified the local monitoring posts that this fleet came a great way to bring their flag ship home. First to appear were the escorts, a mixture of Saint-class search-and-rescue-craft, MC42 Ruisto-Class Exploration Crafts, Peregrine Mark II Bulk Cruisers, SP Boneshatter-Class Patrol Frigates, Two Tahree-class Command Cruisers and a mixture of other light freighter sized ships of various makes. All had battle damage to varying degrees with many of the smaller vessels seemingly to be barely holding together. The last to appear was a the flag ship for this rag tag fleet one that was born in this very system. Born during the time of the of the Free Worlds coalition it had sought purpose and meaning with the Galactic Alliance before the End Game had heralded their fall from power. She and three of her sisters had been offered over to the Outer Rim Coalition as a gesture of good faith and payment for safe harbor within for the Alliance in Exile. Most recently she had services as the Flagship of Admiral Garak and the 2nd defense fleet that had fought against the Sharukan attack in the western reaches of the coalition.

As the massive five kilometer super carrier entered into normal space the war it had been through was brutally apparent. Her hull was covered with massive holes, scorch marks, and worse. Her exposed bridge along the top of her spine was missing, as was the hook and docking clamps for the corvette sized ship just behind it. As you approached close one would marvel as the hull seemed to flash and pulse as exposed wires and conduate sparked in the blackness of space. As she limped forward the Saint-class craft took up flanking positions and deployed measures to try and stabilizer her as she slowly limped forward.

"Corellian control, this is Admiral Garak of the Coalition 2nd defense fleet, we advise we have no hostile intent and request permission to enter the system. We wish to speak with Dracken Pryce, in regards to scheduled maintenance and repairs."

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Corellia Orbit​

405th Fighter Squadron​

​Aboard CDF Dregan's Pike​

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Commander Ava Cartwright methodically did a walk around of her starfighter that was on the flight line in the main hangar bay of the modified and refitted Resurgent-class Battlecruiser; the pilot's steel blue gaze going over the critical areas of the orange and black painted fuselage while hands checked physical structures as well. Now that "Goldilocks" had joined the Corellian Defense Force and their Starfighter Corps, the recently promoted Commander and Flight Instructor would be flying a T-90 X-wing rather than Incom's T-20 Rogue Squadron used. At least the two snubfighters were similar. It certainly made the blonde's R9 unit happy as "Squeak" did the pre-flight from his slot behind the cockpit. The astromech droid seemed to be whistling while he worked. It was too cute.

The "Wildcats" as the squadron was nicknamed out of respect for Corellia's two feline creatures, the Sand Panther and Dire-cat, had been put on standby as the fleet overall was on high alert with the pending announcement in Parliament that Corellia was seceding from the New Republic. The "Banshee's" were doing CAP currently. The "Hounds" would be next up, then her squadron unless the sitrep changed.

After the ill-events at Kuat, it had been the last straw. The Corellian Confederation would fight for its right to be independent if it had too. Hopefully though, it would not come to war and that a peaceful diplomatic solution would be worked out by the politicians before all hell broke loose.

Now that the former Rogue called Corellia home and shared it with one of its proud sons, the Ralltiiri would do what ever it took to defend the world that had welcomed her with open arms. If only [member="Dracken Pryce"] had listened to her though... but now was not the time to say 'I told you so' and probably never would be as the admiral continued to recover from his near-mortal injuries sustained at the Battle of Kuat. It made Ava sick to her stomach to think she almost lost him there.... And here he was taking charge upon his new command bridge as the beloved Starchild had been lost in the overwhelming battle that ensued. He was stoic and dutiful as ever even in his current condition. She so wanted him to stand down, take the time to rest and heal properly, but the Corellian of course wound't have it. Men?!

Goldie understood now what Dracken had gone through when she herself clung to life in the medbay after having an EVA at the Battle for Corellia earlier. She was thankful for him and so much more. That is why it was important for them to appreciate each other and live life to the fullest in the present while keeping cautious hope and optimism for their future, and Corellia's as well. Ava was proud to be called an adopted Corellian this day.

 

[Custani Valcho]

Location: Corellia Sector
Flagship: NGES Freedom,

Acompnying: NGE Destroyer Squadron

Prime Minister Valcho watched as chaos spread throughout this Sector of space. Today he would announce his intention to support Corellian Confederacy and adopt this rebellion as his own. Today he would announce that the New Galactic Empire was going through a change. Today he would announce what the true resolve of democracy truly was and it was not corrupt. "Admiral open a Channel" ordered Valcho " Channel open ,sir" replied the admiral. " "CITIZENS OF THE CIVILIZED GALAXY, TODAY IS THE BEGINNING OF A NEW AGE ONE THAT YOU HAVE OPENED THE DOOR TO. I AM HERE TO SUPPORT THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN OPRESSESD BY ANY NATION THAT CLAIMS TO PROTECT THEM BUT LIES TO THE GALAXY! TODAY I INVITE ANY AND ALL WORLDS WHO HAVE BEEN UNRIGHTFULY TREATED WITH DISRESPECT TO JOIN US IN THIS UNION OF CONFEDERACY'S AND OVERTHROW YOUR MASTERS. TO THE CITIZENS OF CORELLIA AFTER THIS DAY OF HEATED BATTLE IS DONE, JOIN ME AND SHOW YOUR TRUE COLORS AS THIS IS A NEW DAWN FOR CORELLIA." Spoke Valcho to the entire galaxy. " Admiral, tell the fleet to fire on any and all New Republic vessels in this Sector of space." ordered Valcho " Yes , Prime Minister" replied the admiral. The beginning of a new age had truly begun

 

[Dracken Pryce]

The Corellian System was becoming a hotbed of activity now. Just hours since they declared themselves separate from the New Republic the Vice Chancellor arrived and since then several fleets had arrived in system, sending the Defense Force into a more tightly wound state than it already had been. The Colony-Class battlecruiser was definitely a surprise and brought a pang of sadness to the Admiral as memories of the Starchild flooded his mind. The fleet was from the Outer Rim Coalition it seemed, and ships from there did in fact use the shipyards of Corellia from time to time.

"Tauntra, get a couple of cruisers to escort the Coalition fleet to Centerpoint, check the logs to see if they were expected." The com officer nodded and Pryce stepped forward for his visage to be scanned by the holoprojector and beamed to the Coalition flagship.

"This is Admiral Dracken Pryce of the Corellian Confederation. Admiral Garak, its good to finally put a face to the name, but right now-" The exchange was cut short as the image of an older man jumped to life from the holoprojector beside the one from the Coalition vessel.

"What in the Seven Hells?"

"Its coming from a fleet that just dropped out of hyperspace," a bridge officer shouted. They all listened to the message, curiosity and bewilderment plastered onto nearly everyone's face. Was this Valcho serious? No way he could be. Pryce sighed and hailed the vessel via holocam.

"Unidentified vessels. You are flying in restricted space. Power down all weapons and leave the system or be disabled, boarded, and arrested. The sovereign system of Corellia demands you comply or suffer the consequences." Off camera he gave the order to scramble a squadron of X-wings.

[member="Grand Admiral Cypher Raige"] [member="Ava Cartwright"] [member="Khar Garak"]

 

[Khar Garak]

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LOCATION: Entering Corellian system​

ABOARD: ORCS Aquila Transcendence​

MISSION: Bringing the old girl home for refit and repairs​

PARTNER: [member="Dracken Pryce"]​

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"By the holy rings of Uukarr what is this mess?" Admiral Garak asked his first officer. He was in a state of pure disbelief as he watched the fleet of unknown origin appear from hyperspace, talk some nonsense, and then watch his fleet engage any and all ship seeming broadcasting a Republic transponder.

"Not sure, thought this area of space was supposed to be stable sir? Hell makes the outback look tame right?" The Sugi officer, in full power armor replied to the admiral his voice ringing through the mechanical respirator. Pulling up a sector map using his arm's data pad he pointed out the positions of the new fleet and their own location to his commander.

"Right, lets stay far away from that... action over there. Have the all ships but the saints pull back to further outside the system as to not exacerbate the situation. Acknowledge to Admiral Pryce that we will hold position till his escorts arrive and follow them in to Centerpoint station."

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Corellia Orbit​

405th Fighter Squadron
​Launching from CDF Dregan's Pike
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Ava's eyes were closed with her golden head resting comfortably on the high-backed chair in the pilot ready room when the alert blared over the ship's intercom for the 405th Fighter Squadron to scramble.

Well so much for that power nap, the Ralltiiri mused to herself with a sigh.

There had been way too many days of endless worry and sleepless nights until she knew that [member="Dracken Pryce"] would pull through after the events at Kuat. It must have been his Corellian luck that the Admiral had been in the only part of the Starchild that had stayed intact after the Colony-class Battlecruiser had been rammed by a CIS flag ship, sliced in half, and nearly engulfed in an explosion of epic portions afterwards. Ava still remembered like it was yesterday receiving the news that Dracken had been found alive amongst the wreckage by a rescue crew though injured badly. They both now had escaped death... and were even. No need to test their respective heavenly grace again, if it all could be helped.

Steel blue eyes fluttered opened, then Commander Cartwright stood and began to pull on her helmet as booted feet carried the seasoned starfighter pilot to be the first to the exit; already black gauntlet gloves and a rebel-orange flight suit with all the accessories were worn.

Goldilocks crossed the vast hangar of the Resurgent-class Battlecruiser in a long-strided casual jog. The tall blonde ducked under the port side closed strike-foil, then climbed up the waiting service ladder with well practiced ease to the open cockpit and dropped down onto the pilot couch as the ladder was swiftly pulled away by the hangar tech.

A message scrolled across the datascreen on the flight console from her R9 unit with Squeak's typical sarcastic humor front and center.

"What do you mean I'm getting old and slow?! Just because I don't race out anymore and prefer a controlled landing... Hey, isn't it about time for a memory wipe?" Ava retorted in kind, which always shut her astromech droid up. It was just ongoing friendly banter between the two of them.

Gloved fingers began flipping switches and pushing buttons bringing all the pre-flighted systems on the T-90 X-wing out of standby mode. As the transparisteel canopy closed, Goldie activated the ship to ship comm to speak to the squadron.

"Wildcats, call it in."

After her pilots gave their affirmative responses, the Commander toggled over to the Pike's tactical channel. "Flight Control, this is Wildcat Leader. Twelve green to go."

"Wildcat Leader... Flight Control. You are clear to launch. Be advised we have an unknown element possibly with hostile intent at the outer edge. They have been ordered to power down weapons. Precede with caution, over."

"Copy, Flight Control. Wildcats launching. One out," she replied, then powered up the fusial engines and feathered the controls with a steady hand on the flight stick bringing the orange and black detailed X-wing around on its repulsarlifts to angle for the hangar's mouth.

As usual, Goldie was first out the magcon with the rest of the squadron right behind her forming up to provide a fighter screen.

 

[Jaius Sovv]

"There, you see captain?" with some effort, Jaius turned to regard the Republic naval commander, "It is good to have friends in high places, no?"

The captain of Executive Two was forced to concede his agreement, as even now around them his bridge crew was hard at work in the middle of final manual docking procedures before the station's tractor beams grabbed hold of the Nebulon-C and took care of the rest. Presenting the turbolifts with a grand sweeping gesture, Vice Chancellor Sovv wordlessly accepted the offer to escort him to the nearest airlock. Military types were all the same anyway, they wouldn't take no for an answer. Normally he would have resented being treated like precious silverware, but lately even mild excitement such as this was enough to tire him out.

"Is it true what they're saying, sir?" the captain's voiced startled him from his reverie. As soon as they were off the bridge and alone together sharing a lift, he was no longer able to help himself, "Is the Republic done for?"

"No one's ever really gone," the chancellor said after some time, "The Republic is a dream. As long as that dream survives in our hearts, there can be no defeat."

That had come out far more ominous sounding than he had meant it to. What else could he say though? Their Republic was falling apart, and with it the last best hope for lasting peace in the Core. The Corellians sought to distance themselves from this madness, and in so doing spare their worlds from that pragmatic survivor Tanomas Graf and his cronies. Jaius knew it would do them little good, but he also knew that it was only a matter of time before this empire just as any empire showed its true colors. His ancestors' problems with Palpatine did not arise only once the Imperial Senate had been dissolved, after all. He was not deceived by this thin veneer of democratic law.

"Your name is Lockwood, yes?" Jaius asked, noticing his vague platitudes had done little to dispel the captain's trepidation, "You have family on Carida?"

He motioned for Jaius to leave the halted turbolift first before hesitantly nodding, "Yes, sir."

"We'll come back for them," Sovv halted his hoverchair suddenly, palsied hand reaching out to grip the captain's sleeve like a claw, "You have my word on that."

"Yes, sir!"

An escort of CDF soldiers was waiting for them to disembark. Captain Lockwood's discomfort returned, but Jaius waved away his protests. The vice chancellor didn't know [member="Lisza Starseeker"] nearly as well as he would like, but he was reasonably confident that neither her nor her government were the type to start lining people up against walls. Certainly not for having the misfortune to be wearing the wrong uniform. He imagined it would be some time before the former Republic senator could meet with him, but in the meantime he was content to enjoy the sights and sounds of his first occasion boarding the legendary Centerpoint Station.

 

[Custani Valcho]

Location: Corellia
Flagship: Freedom

Hostile. That's what they think of him. Well that's what you get when your intense hatred for the New Republic got in the way of your work. " Admiral, order all ships to cease fire now." ordered Valcho. " All ships this is Admiral Treviex, Cease Fire now. Abandon Battle Formation." ordered the admiral. " Open a Channel to the Corellian Flagship. And prepare to launch troop transports. Oh and prepare my shuttle for departure." ordered Valcho. It was a miracle that Admiral Pryce survived but seriously he has to get some RnR after this is done. He'll recommend it after his talk with him.

[member="Dracken Pryce"]

 

[Raona Cadera]

She didn't have an office or anything at Centerpoint. It was for all intents and purposes, a shipyard now. The portion of Centerpoint used for meetings like these did however have many empty offices where the two could meet. This office had a great view of the shipyards that took up the 350 kilometer stretch of space that Centerpoint used to take up. Ships in various states of construction were visible and patrol boats like the the DP-series gunships . Several new ships seemed to be in construction as well.

When Sovv was finally brought to her she met him with a smil, even if the room was flanked by a pair of shock troopers.

"Sovv," she said softly and warmly, "Its good to see you still alive. I wish we were meeting for the first time under better circumstances." She smiled, but her large frog-like eyes were sad. She hadn't wanted to leave the Republic, but they had no choice if they were going to make a world for themselves. While some had other ideas as far as expansion to worlds long believed to be part of the True Corellian Sector, she just wanted to make sure her home was safe from the likes of the CIC and trigger happy empires like the CIS.

[member="Jaius Sovv"]

 

[Jaius Sovv]

"Fortune often conspires against our fondest hopes," the vice chancellor nodded, blinking slowly, before taking Starseeker's outstretched hand with some effort, "It will take more than a little upheaval to get the best of me."

Jaius put on a brave face, though he could not help but recognize the irony in that statement. His life was now to be measured in a matter of months, not years. The sickness eating away at him day by day was genetic, there was no cure. That was a problem for another time, for now it was a closely guarded secret between him and his personal physicians, and for as long as he was able he would keep up the pretense of recovery. His people needed hope now more than ever, what kind of leader would he be to deny them that base comfort?

"There is much we have to discuss," he continued, wasting no time in floating his way over to the small administrative office's grand viewport, "I am gravely concerned for Corellia's future."

The old sullustan raised a hand to cut [member="Lisza Starseeker"] off before she could respond to this.

"I require no explanation for your actions, madam. The Confederation has done what they believe best for Corellia, though I may give counsel my position grants me no authority to admonish or demand repatriation."

He allowed her to consider his words for a moment before continuing, "Our SIS may not have been up to the job on Kuat, but we're not completely blind. Days ago we lost contact with Tython Command, the last known New Jedi Order holdout in the Core. You have an Imperial problem, Miss Starseeker, and its not going away anytime soon."

 

[Nakbin]

Location: Centerpoint Shipyards

Colors, lights and moving pieces all were being scrutinized by Nakbin's eyes as he continued his slow pace down a path that led towards the space dock. Currently it housed several gunships, all nearing their final preparations before sent to whom ever ordered them, Nakbin hardly much looked into who requested such vessels, be them the Navy or some other client. He only cared that they function, as he couldn't fathom working on a ship to not fly around in space, why bother building star ships if you can't make them fly?

Nakbin moved over to one of the computer displays, the whole ordeal with galaxy outside of the Corellian Sector certainly brought more business to the shipyards. Repairs to complete overhauls, even Nakbin slowly wondered if they would one day make more ships than people able to fly them. His whiskers fidgeted and nose scrunched at the thought, Hah a good joke if such could be possible Nakbin quickly read through new information being sent over to his display and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Not this again." Nakbin mumbled, when his ears perked up and his eyes quickly turned to face another direction. He caught scent of one of his den sisters approaching him.

"Not this again." He repeated once more, turning to face a rather angry pair of eyes.

After the battle for Corellia, and now with the battle over Kaut along with news of disastrous upheaval within the Republic, many were on edge and his den was no different from the rest. Corellia was their home after all, and with all that had passed, they couldn't dig themselves deeper within the ground to escape the insanity of the galaxy.

But I can't breathe in a wrong room without her making sure the air wasn't toxic.

 

[Raona Cadera]

She nodded to the group of soldiers that had escorted Sovv and they left the room. The Sullustan looked very ill, or maybe he was just old and tired. He wasted no time in getting into the meat of things though and he actually hovered past her to the viewport. She followed and stood beside him, gazing out at the shipyards as they put together ships for governments and companies all over the galaxy. This was Corellia's lifeblood they were looking at. What really put them on the map.

She listened intently and started to respond when he mentioned his worry for Corellia but took the gesture and let him continue before speaking. To say that SIS had dropped the ball was an understatement. Corellian intellegence seemed to have better information and only after reaching out directly to then Fleet Admiral Pryce were they able to at least attempt to stave off any sort of full scale invasion of Kuat. Little help that stopgap had been though. The loss of Kuat had been the straw that broke the bantha's back for Corellian leadership which she was becoming more and more a part of everyday as the ex-senator of Corellia.

Her brow arched curiously at the mention of Tython.

"I wasn't aware that the New Republic kept tabs on the remaining Jedi in the Core, let alone active relationships with them. It'd been so long since I'd seen an actual Jedi I thought they'd all but left the Core." She frowned as if in thought and turned to fully face the Vice Chancellor. "But that Imperial problem is also a New Republic problem, its part of the reason parliament decided to secede. We've no fight with them," she paused, "The CIC...Is a threat we've been taking steps to deal with." She sounded hesitant, betraying her own lack of knowledge on the subject which implied either Corellia didn't have a plan, or those plans made the woman nervous. She folder her arms across her stomach and turned back to look at the stars.

"But as the Vice Chancelor of the New Republic I imagine you have more pressing matters than Corellia. Have you come to accept our terms?"

[member="Jaius Sovv"]

 

[Lux Berooken]

Location :Corellia
"Thank you for welcoming me to your beautiful planet, I just wish the circumstances of my visit were better." A group of those still loyal to the New Republic had agreed to meet with Lux on the planet in a last ditch effort to change the tide of public opinion on leaving at first he had been reluctant to take there invitation, how could he a new Senator from a planet so different from Corellia be of any help convincing them to stay. Still a blind man could see the opportunity in front of him, a chance to swing into action save the New Republic at the last minute from a humiliating loss of a vital planet.

The leader of the group a human by the name Exim shook his hand "Senator the parliament has already voted to leave the New Republic but we do believe that there is still time to change the hearts and minds of my people. We were hoping that you could provide us with some help"

Lux considered the man's words while he played with the silk sleeve of his robe it was something that he did when he was in deep thought, they didn't have a lot of time and thus the agreements that they could make were limited to emotional one's which in truth he preferred to a long drawn out debate. It was clear that the people of Corellia and by extension there elected leaders believed that the best way for them to avoid a conflict that could bring ruin to the planet was to leave the New Republic, so they needed a way to reverse that thinking.

"Fear" he had thought he was simply talking to himself but when the eyes in the room landed on him he realized that he had said it out loud and needed to explain his thought process. "From what I understand one of the main reasons that your people want leave the New Republic is to avoid being dragged into a conflict..well why don't we convince them that a conflict is inevitable if they leave, and it's not like we would be lying the chance of the Sith or the CIS coming here are high without a Republic presence. In the meantime I need to get in touch with the leaders of this succession movement."