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There were far too many questions.

Long ago, when three worlds stood boldly against a tumultous Galaxy, there was always a silent fear of the one. What would be that one, monolithic threat which would eclipse the newborn congregation? In those fledgling days, the conflict between Empire and Alliance was the loudest threat - but there were so many others that could have devoured the infant democracy. Now, so many years later, the unity of three worlds had matured into the mightiest Confederacy of the modern era. Now, fear of the one was a thing of the past.

But that did not mean that there were no longer threats which could eclipse their democracy. Oh no, quite the contrary. Instead of there being one, tumultous beast that could bring about their end, the nation had to stand firm against ten thousand cuts. In recent history, the Confederacy had been no stranger to calamity after calamity. Battles had ensued - great and small - with each leaving far too many questions unanswered. From the attack upon the Viceroyalty chambers, to the assault on Ryloth, to the most recent outbreak on Atrisia.

The cuts were beginning to rise in number. Now, these questions had to be answered, lest even more be rent into their bones. Lest the Southern Systems bleed all the more.

Thus, for the first time since the hallowed chambers came under fire by Huntsmen, the Viceroyalty chambers were filled. A call rang out across the Confederacy - and all those tasked with safeguarding the nation were bid to attend. The Viceroyalty. The Masters Council. The top brass of the military. Most were encouraged to come via hologram - though many opted to arrive in person. For obvious reasons, security was at an all-time high on Golbah City And, for obvious reasons, there was tension in the air of the Chambers.

Though Darth Metus could all but taste the atmosphere of the room, it did not show upon his face. He was seated, confidently, at the heart of the chamber. The hovering platform was adorned with many seats and a podium where the Speaker would call the meeting into order. As per the usual, the seat to the Vicelord's immediate right was occupied by one who was his polar opposite: the wintry Exarch

Srina Talon . To his left, usually, would have been the Exarch

Adron Malvern . Yet, suspiciously, that seat was vacant.

Yet another question to be answered.

As the hour neared, the aging Speaker rose. A wise Twi'lek of immense stature, his wrinkled hands gripped either side of the podium. His voice rang out, strong and clear, calling the meeting to order. "Esteemed delegates, it is my pleasure to stand before you once again. I hereby call this session of the Viceroyalty to order! The first order of business is the matter of Atrisia..." Following this interlude was an enunciation of the session's agenda. They would first hear the reports from those who had faced the outbreak on the ground...before answering the question of Atrisia's fate.

This was just the first of many questions that would find an answer this day. And as the Speaker hobbled back to his seat, the floor was now opened - first to those giving their reports, then to the body as a whole. .

Alkor Centaris · Mar 30, 2020

He entered the chamber with one arm slung inside his cloak. It was an ornately stitched, gold fringed black fabric styled after the Lord Governor of Muunilnst, Eversio. A Brother Alkor had lost, but one he had respected. The man commanded one of the most powerful systems in the Galaxy, and the Banking Clan that held power and influence from the core to the unknown regions. He chose a more lavish garb than his normal, Spartan clothing because he was here not to represent the Knights Obsidian, but at the behest of his Brother.

Today, Alkor represented the House of Verd.

The shadowy garb billowed behind him with each step revealing the collared, red shirt tucked into flowing black pants beneath. Polished black boots resounded with each step he took, echoing through the room above the harsh whispers of the Viceroyals gathered there. Atrisia was a knife stabbed deep into an already gaping wound in the Confederacy's side.

There were many things left unanswered. The Knights Obsidian were present when the Viceroyalty were attacked. The CDF was in place. There were preventative measures taken, but Bounty Hunters were still able to make their way into this very chamber, perhaps the safest place in all of the Southern Systems.

In the moments after Alkor himself had successfully blockaded Atrisia and incorporated laws and regulations restricting movement by unauth personnel, a pandemic had broken out on the world. Hundreds, perhaps thousands had been effected. But how the virus ever got to Atrisia through their best efforts was a mystery.

He moved to stand flanking Isley, a stiff nod the only greeting he gave. Their words would have to wait. Scrutiny was heavy upon their leaders. They had to stand unified.

Alkor reached to his collar and unbuckled one side of his cape, allowing it to fall to the left. Now it hung limp, revealing his arm. The sleeve was rolled up to the shoulder, a hideous, twisted version of a human arm remained in place of his once bandaged appendage. Cuts in the withered flesh glowed green, hinting at power that writhed beneath the surface.

Eyes were on him now, but they quickly flicked to the Vicelord. Even more questions.

Darth Metus

Gat Tambor · Mar 30, 2020

// WHERE AT // Golbah City // The Viceroyalty Chambers
// OBJECTIVE // Tambor Time (On the clock at CIS)
// KANYE TRACK // Can't Tell Me Nothin'
// WEARING // Turbo Annihilator Class Skakoan Super Juggernaut Power Armor (Purely for drip)
// FOCUS // No one!

The self-proclaimed High Lord Of Skako (In-Exile, Claimed, De-Jure) and sitting Viceroy for the Planet Christophsis, Gat Tambor was hard-pressed to attend this gathering to begin with. His involvement in Confederate politics was purely to have host to all of his corporate interests on Christophsis in a (largely) tax and regulation light government, mainly concealing dealings of dubious (perfect) legality from foreign authorities and of course, in the interest of the Inter Galactic Banking Clan who all but completely endorsed and funded his Viceroy campaign with the aim of using his seat as a vessel to propose the Galactic Standard Credit to the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

Was this the day? Perhaps, with recent events paralyzing the Confederacy, it was difficult to gauge if they would weather through the substantially serious talk of recent conflicts and then hear the Skakoan's less than endearing voice drivel over economics for a long breath of time. However, if Gat was anything at all he was an opportunity seeker.

"OWEEEEOREREEEEERORRRRRRREEREERW- Curious business whenever the Vicelord summons his subjects...I shall see what is in store." Gat Tambor said, constantly fumbling with his voice modulator as he spoke -- often creating an ear raking whirring noise whenever it refused to cooperate. However a 4% worth of shares in the IGBC in net worth made it a tolerable trait of the Skakoan to his retinue.

Kurenai Yumi · Mar 30, 2020

It was expected, it always happened, the larger an empire or galactic power got the more cracks began to show within its skin. Through her many years alive it had happened time and time again, no matter which power took hold but through it all she hadn't expect things for the CIS to be this bad. Time and time again problems arose but it was never due to some major outside threat of enemy, not, most if not all had come from third party factions. Those out for their own gains that always seemed to oppose the CIS.

From the debacle on Kuat to the recent events on her home planet all of those were related or seemingly related to a single persons desire for power or chaos. Constantly leaving the Confederacy scared and healing, something that never stopped it's expansion, that was until now, the size of the CIS reaching a point when one more major event could possibly cause it to unravel. It was high time the ruling members attain the answered they wanted to hopefully put an end to that possible unraveling.

As a member of the Master council and a high ranking noble from Atrisia this meeting held quite the significant place with Kurenai. Her figure filing into the massive council room as others took their respective seats around the main podium from which Metus spoke. Her expression ever stoic in nature but underneath the Knight was just as eager to get these talks underway and find out the reasoning for the CIS current run of bad luck.

Darth Metus

John Locke · Mar 30, 2020

W A I T

Location: Geonosis - Golbah City - Viceroyalty Chambers
Wearing: This
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Alkor Centaris |

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Kurenai Yumi

Atrisia.

It was known as a peaceful planet, a place of culture and calm, an image that was far from the reality that John had experienced. The recent humanitarian trip to the planet had shifted and twisted, going from a simple humanitarian mission to a desperate fight for survival against all odds.

A fight that John had been central to.

The man had stood at the centre of all the information coming in, of the jury-rigged CIS network to co-ordinate the response of the southern systems. Dark eyes shifted around the room for a moment, examining the various members of the viceroyalty for a moment before he let his eyes close. With his arms crossed over his chest, the man looked like he was the relaxed like he was unconcerned with the proceedings around him.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

The cyborg knew that his actions on Atrisia would be front and centre of the meeting. He fully expected to be dragged over the coals, to have every decision examined and second-guessed by an armchair quarterback.

The truth of the matter was John wouldn’t change a single thing, a single action he’d taken on the planet. At every step, at every second he’d been faced with nothing but bad choices. Dwindling resources, a virus that seemed incurable and the population of a planet that had turned against them as they died.

Not a single good option…but they were still here, and Atrisia still has a population

As far as a public face went, that’s all that mattered, that they’d survived the attack and had even triumphed…publicly. Privately it was a completely different matter. The faces of the dead paraded before him nightly, joining that long list of people he’d let down, who he’d killed. A train reaching out as far as the eye could see, the faceless and the named who waiting for him every time he slept. Never speaking, not even to accuse him. Everything that needed to be said was conveyed by their eyes.

Those terrible haunting eyes.

He’d been unable to save them, to prevent their deaths. Like so many others across the galaxy, victims of a battlefield they’d never asked for. More faces to haunt his dreams, to wake him in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. More fuel for the nightmares that haunted him.

The viceroyalty would have its say, the politicians would dissect what they wanted, but though these halls had been touched by the attack, the true cost wasn’t to be felt in here. The true cost was the innocent, the nightmares that haunted the survivors.

John was sure he’d done his best to hadn’t been enough, not this time but he couldn’t do anything else. Let the dice fall where they may, judgement had already been rendered.

Luna Terrik · Mar 30, 2020

L E A R N I N G

Location: Geonosis - Golbah City - Viceroyalty Chambers
Wearing: Grand Marshall’s Officers Uniform
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John Locke |

There weren’t many places in the galaxy that could make Luna feel uncomfortable anymore. Too much time fighting forty story tall monsters and endless armies would condition anyone to feel such a way. Once a person stared those down, right in the face of danger, and didn’t blink, then they could practically call themselves fearless. That was, of course, for more tangible threats. Things that fought you face to face. These fears sometimes did not translate to the fights one must have in the shadows, backrooms, and behind other’s backs.

That’s why coming to this place, the Viceroyalty chambers in the Capital City of the Confederacy, to stand before them alongside others and give the report of what happened on Atrisia. Politics always worried her. True enemies took their time to face you directly, but things that happened within these walls, and just outside of them made it so your enemy could stand right beside you, and you would never know. An enemy without a face, a person ready to destroy you from behind, these were the things that worried Luna the most. And what better place to find these things in the highest political chamber of the largest government in the galaxy.

Still, these were things to hopefully worry about another time. It had been a while since Luna had last been on Geonosis, preferring to spend her time at the newly constructed Phoenix Base on Scarif, or near the front lines of whatever threat came to the Confederacy’s borders. Her higher rank, and the expansion of the Dauntless to as large as it is now, meant that there were plenty of less-than-enjoyable duties that faced the Grand Marshall. Once through this meeting, she could be back on the front lines surrounded by her brother and sisters.

Friends existed, even within these walls however. Or, at least one she knew of. Her eyes had settled upon him once entering into the Viceroyalty Chambers, black, polished boots clicking the whole way. She maneuvered herself through the crowd, holopad gripped tightly in a gloved hand as she did so. Species and peoples from a hundred different worlds passed through her vision as she walked, though those emerald eyes settled upon the only one that gave any comfort in this place.

Eventually, she made it to the cybernetic man, giving him a little nod and a small smile as she reached up to shift her hat back into place. The blasted thing still didn’t fit right after all these years, and her romp through the viceroyals moving to their seats had knocked it slightly to the side. Once proper, she moved to settle into the seat near him, bringing the holopad online while doing so. “I assume you received my after action report, sir.”

Emerald eyes moved to focus on the holopad, pulling up that same report as mentioned just a few moments ago. Better to be safe than sorry if she was called to give it whatsoever, and to be prepared if there was any extra questions. There was always extra questions attached to these types of things. Her mind only vaguely read over the topics within the report as she scrolled through them, intent on reading the entire thing before the meeting started.

Supplies used.

Forces deployed.

KIA report.

The scrolling stopped, and her mouth ran dry reading the topic of this section, knowing exactly who’s name she’d read by just making a few more swipes of her finger. The same name that had been repeating over and over and over and over and over and over…again and again in her mind. The face that haunted her dreams, the one she saw out of the corner of her vision no matter where she went. Those few swipes were made, and the name appeared, one of many in a neat, straight list. A name that would mean little outside of the others, except to those that knew and cared for it the most.

Cpt. Damsy Callat. KIA. Body unrecovered.

Gerwald Lechner · Mar 30, 2020

D E T E R M I N E D

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Gerwald had never set foot inside the main hall of the Viceroyalty chambers. As a Knight Obsidian he was usually content with leaving the politics to the politicians, or those like Exarch Talon who seemed to have a way of stomaching the formality of running a large nation. Perhaps such a seat would be his fate one day, but for now Gerwald knew his best use was with the Knight Obsidian. He had been reluctant when Rience gave him the title of Master, and offered him a seat on the Master’s council, but now, it felt right.

It was more than that, however. Gerwald was beginning to understand why everything happened as it had. Events which puzzled him now became clear. The betrayal of Darth Tacitus on Kuat was one of many events which pointed to the weakness of the Confederate Intelligence Community. It had been the first, but it certainly had not been the last. The recent attack on the Viceroyalty itself, and the most recent debacle that was Atrisia…

Atrisia… the Twi’lek mentioned the planet, and it caused Gerwald’s ears to perk up. He sat proud with the contingency of Knights Obsidian, and those of the Master’s Council who had been invited to join on this session. Darth Metus seemed to be occupying his seat, as was Exarch Talon. Clearly the discussion was serious with so many present that would often be excused from simple parliamentary procedures. It seemed Atrisia was a topic which had everyone’s interest.

Blue eyes scanned the room, landing next on

Alkor Centaris . Gerwald still blamed him for the absence of

Naedira Darcrath . He held her captive, spent many nights in a drunken stupor to avoid seeing her ghost, and had the gaul to tell Gerwald there was no way to bring her back among the living. Despite the animosity, Gerwald could not help but respect the man. His life had certainly not been a simple one from what Gerwald understood.

Still… Gerwald deeply missed his friend, he desperately wanted the chance to tell her how he felt. That death had been hard, and yet another example of why Gerwald was so determined to see his plans through.

There were questions which needed answered, and if no one else would see them answered, Gerwald would. He had already taken steps to ensure that if there were traitors among them, they would be found. His eyes looked over to

Luna Terrik as she spoke. Her military was the first place Gerwald had begun to search. While he had no direct authority, nothing would stop Gerwald from simply making problems disappear.

The wolf was on the prowl, his prey would not escape him.

His mind reached out to the Exarch

Srina Talon .

//“It pleases me to know everyone is well and recovering… considering. She was the first one I did not fail.”//

She, that Gerwald referred to, was Eira Talon, the sister of the Exarch. Gerwald had been tasked with keeping her safe, and while a communications glitch brought them into the middle of the danger, Gerwald had done his part in keeping Eira safe and alive.

Custani Valcho · Mar 30, 2020

Location: Viceroyalty Meeting Assembly
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Custani was becoming quite distressed with the recent events. Many within his planets government were concerned for the safety of the Sourthen Systems and yet once again, they prevailed. As he looked to the area where the Vicelord and his Exarchs were seated he couldn't help but notice Exarch Malvern wasn't there. Could it be possible that the Exarch perished? Or perhaps was wounded?

Too many questions wandered about the mind of the Sith Lord and as he rose to give heed to the Speaker, he witnessed as many Viceroys didn't. Instead, 12 as he counted, sat while the pledge of the Confederacy was being recited. To him, it was rather interesting. Had they lost faith?

"The Viceroyalty of Mechis III wishes to send condolences and finical support to it's brethren on Austria and Ryloth." his aide proclaimed. Custani himself stood directly behind and in front of 6 Magna Guards as one couldn't be too careful with security, espically considering the recent attack on the Chambers by, at least to him, an unknown enemy.

"It was a heavy heart that I and my people send these grivences to Astria as it was quite alarming and depressing to learn of this...Blackwing Virus. I assure you" he paused to stare directly at the Viceroy of Astria "That you will overcome this setback. I assure all of you, through our collective will, we will overcome the recent struggle's we have endured!" He proclaimed.

Now it was time to hear the rejections of his propals and his proclamation. But this time, he was ready for denial. None of the assembled politicians could refuse the sweetest gift of them all...credit's. Thousands of millions of them

Xazzex Xivar · Mar 30, 2020

Xazzex lounged back as the great and illustrious Senate of the renown Confederacy was called to order in the presence of the esteemed Exarchs. She lifted a flute of alcohol and idly took a sip before she set it down again as people droned on about poor Atrisia. Oh, yes, the war torn world had been brutally savaged by a virus that animated the dead. Dreadful. Perhaps piles of credits? Maybe some more soldiers? Works to dispense the vaccine, of course. These were all pressing matters.

The Falleen Viceroy rolled her eyes before she slowly pushed herself to her feet and stepped forward. "Viceroys, Exarchs, esteemed members of the Confederacy of Independent Systems," she got the usual political relations dispensed with, "shall we, for a moment, table the endless self-congratulatory praise and the reassurances that we will not abandon one of our own? We've been here before. At this rate, we will be here again. So before endless debate about what resources Atrisia can use or what any one of us are putting on the table, I think there is really, and truly, only one question that needs answered today."

The green woman stared out at the assembled host of leadership, giving them all just a second to think -- that thing so few of them did. With the heartbeat of opportunity fluttering by and the slow wheels of intellect no doubt grinding in vain, Xazzex continued, "What are we doing to prevent this from happening again? Or is Falleen the only world here today that is tired of all of our power and all of our resources being spent cleaning up? Are we not one of the strongest governments in the galaxy at this time? Perhaps it is high time we take drastic measures to act before the next disease or the next invading force waltzes in and lays waste to any of our worlds."

Did the young Falleen Viceroy know what she was suggesting? Certainly. The next question was did anyone else in here see the great calamity that might claim any one of their worlds -- including Falleen -- and whether any of them were willing to do what was necessary to stop it?

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Vytal Noctura · Mar 30, 2020

P O L I T I C S

Equipment: The Blood of Dathomir Armor | Nightmother's Ward | Water of Life Potions

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Xazzex Xivar

Normally, Vytal left the Confederacy to its politics as she had far better things to do. Meeting with individual leaders to ensure they had whatever the Mandragora could provide, or to request their help in exploring some ancient secret on some world they oversaw she did as a matter of course. Listening to the politicians prattle on and posturing in public, however, was not something for a woman of Dathomir to suffer.

That was before the last such major gathering of all Confederate leadership had been assaulted by bounty hunters that thought invading Geonosis for credits had been a wise course of action. Now the Nightmother stood near the door where the Confederacy Lords, Exarchs, and Vicelords entered with her green eyes surveying the assembled Viceroyalty. Two armored creatures stood to either side of the door perfectly still and absolutely silent. The Viceroys from their lofty perches would see nothing unusual. If any of them ever got close, however, and peered into the helms Vytal expected they should shriek and beg for the Vicelord's personal protection.

Naturally the session opened with a report on recent events on Atrisia. A world that needed help, but one Vytal would rather not think about personally. The entire endeavor had sapped her strength for some time. Despite refusing to show her exhaustion on the field of battle, the many spells had taken their toll on her that day, and days hence. Fortunately, such calamities were few and far between and had given her time to recover.

So long as no one thought to interrupt this assemble of the Confederate leadership, anyway.

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Credius · Mar 30, 2020

Location: Geononis, Golbah city, Viceroyalty Chambers
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The delegation of the Viceroyal of the Eriadu System had arrived rather late for the adjourned assembly of all the esteemed members of the Viceroyalty on Geonosis. What was perhaps odd though, was that the Viceroy of Eriadu was not alone in his pod for possibly the first time in any of the assemblies so far. Sure there had been Valkan Guards under his employ, but this one was different. While the Viceroy himself was standing up straight and looking like he was attentively listening, there was a man clad in fine, yet highly technological armor, wearing a mask of auridium, electrum and finely brushed Phrik underneath a thin, transparant white layer of plastoid, red armourweave draped as a hooded cloak over his figure and a long, red sword attached to the belt at his waist. This masked man, seemed as uninterested in the assembly and all their clamoring and their verbal mucking about. He thought they reminded him of sheep in front of a wolf, something this man seemed to realize when looking rather inconspicuously into the Vicelord's direction for a moment.

When The Viceroy from Melchis II made his qualms known, giving his words of condolences while being surrounded by a pack of guards, the masked man couldn't resist letting out a soft chuckle, not because of the show of force, but because it truly depicted the man as a coward. What came next though, illicited something rare to happen, as both the holographic eyes of Kredius and the eyes of the masked man widened considerably, not in shock or disbelief, but because those were the exact words which had been plagueing the two of them or more correctly, one of them for so long.

"Honored Vicelord and Exarch present, esteemed members of the assembly," As the masked man stood up next to Kredius, whispering a few things in his ears, the masked man took a step back, calmly looking at the other members within the assembly hall, though also keeping an eye on Kredius who was now addressing the viceroys and their supposed superiors. "The esteemed Viceroy of Faleen makes a fair and indisputable point. Though the tragedies we have endured weigh heavy upon the hearts of many, with a great deal of people still missing and others who must now be mourned and honored for their sacrifice..."

For a single moment, Kredius went silent, while the masked man seemed to lean in a bit closer before nodding and staring away again. "The Confederacy is starting to show cracks, chinks in its armor, weaknesses exploited by many an enemy envious of the wealth we possess. However, they do not have any qualms in attacking us, inciting rebellions, spreading plagues within our borders. You all might ask yourself when this will end, how will we end this and what are we willing to sacrifice? We have been bloated with wealth, ignorant of the galaxy around us and while we do flaunt our armies and fleets, we do not use them for the betterment of ourselves. We have grown stagnant and it is this very indecisive, irresponsive and frankly inconceivably cowardly way we seem to traverse on, which has lead to the very tragedies which have befallen us."

Placing his hand against his chest, Kredius looked into the direction of the vicelord

Darth Metus before turning to the rest of his colleagues. "I say...NO MORE!"

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Gat Tambor |

Kurenai Yumi

Bastille Rommer · Mar 30, 2020

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Kurenai Yumi

If there was one thing that Bastille did not truly feel as he stood in the now-packed chambers, it would be a sense of nationalistic pride. The Ra'Kathan had never felt a strong connection to the Confederacy to which he'd willingly surrendered the total sovereignty of his planet. It may have been the protests of the terrorists at the inception of Ra'Katha's reemergence into the larger galaxy, or merely the isolationist sentiments that, despite Bastille's best efforts, still remained heavyset among the people of Ra'Katha. The relationship between the two bodies, the nation, and the planet, was one of mutualism. Ra'Katha would help bolster the economy of the nation as a whole, providing valuable territory, resources and manpower while the Confederacy would offer the protection of their fleets and armies to defend against those in the galaxy who were not so gracious. But the lack of any sort of interaction or assistance made Bastille almost felt slighted; he would've even voiced those opinions, had he not neglected to fight for them. Despite his misconvictions, Bastille knew that to bring up such comparatively personal matters in such a public meeting would not look good politically. And thus, he'd opted for a safer route; that of restrained outrage.

The Viceroy from Falleen seemed to be of a similar mindset to Bastille, or perhaps she was just annoyed. Not that there was not anything to be annoyed about; it seemed that a new opponent sprung up to challenge and threaten the great Confederacy of Independent Systems every other day and that it would only be a matter of time before Falleen or Ra'Katha was the next battleground for which these opponents would wreck their latest terror upon. The speech from the Viceroy of Eriadu followed along the same route; more incessant bleating of indignation, a similar trope that Bastille had found often among his many advisors and ministers in the Kemotat. Blustering and outrage made for a good show, but an untempered fire never got anything actually done. With that thought in mind, and allowing time for the Viceroy of Eriadu to sit and for the chamber to quite, Bastille took his own turn to stand. "The floor recognizes the Viceroy of Ra'Katha," the Speaker called out in his commanding timbre in reply.

Bastille nodded graciously before continuing, his soft and rich voice a stark contrast to the loud shouting and theatrics of the previous speaker. "Thank you, Speaker of the Viceroyalty. Vicelord. Exarchs, and fellow Viceroyals," he said, making the proper acknowledgments demanded of him by procedure, "it has been nearly several months since the attack on a meeting just like this one put the entire city in lockdown, and nearly resulted in the loss of one of our own. Before that, and since then, as my colleagues have explained, similar attacks aimed at our nation have aimed to cripple and defeat us. None have succeeded, a testament to the strength of those across the Confederacy, but they have caused their damage. What particularly disturbs me is the recent events on Atrisia, the introduction of a virus that claimed so many lives, and apparently taxed the military and hospital systems of the Bassadro Sector to their limits."

"What concerns me about this, more than even a terrorist attack on our beautiful capital, is that it seems like many of those in the Confederacy have forgotten galactic history. It was a virus, just as deadly as that on Atrisia, that caused a four-hundred-year darkness across the galaxy. My home planet of Ra'Katha was plunged into isolation and decay, and from that, we are still recovering. The reemergence of the Gulag Plague or any type of infectious, deadly virus would mean not only to the Confederacy but the galaxy at large; it is our responsibility to be able to quickly and efficiently address those concerns."

"As such, I would like to introduce a bill to the Viceroyalty for a vote; one that would create a temporary committee to address the medical situation of the Confederacy, overseen by the Vicelord, with the legislative power to request funding and investigation into the state of the Confederacy's hospitals, nurses, and other components of our national medical system. Besides these things, the task of this committee would be to ensure that the Confederacy be prepared to handle any type of crisis, that every world is able to respond to a viral outbreak with full medical capacity. With these measures in place, it is my firm belief that the Confederacy will be able to weather any disaster in the future."

"However, that leaves out the question of our defensive situation; preventing these occurrences from happening in the first place. While I do not offer any comprehensive legislation, I do offer my support towards any motion that would create an oversight board to investigate the recent failures in our supposedly comprehensive defensive systems. It is my firm belief that an attack on Golbah City, our nation's capital, should not have been allowed to happen and should never again be permitted. What more, is that if even our capital is not safe from bounty hunters and terrorists, what assurance is there that any other place in the Confederacy could not be a victim of the same attack?" Bastille finished, leaving his last statement as an open question to the rest of the chamber. Bastille himself did not have any concrete plan to introduce some sort of defensive bill; unfortunately, military matters were outside his realm of absolute expertise. But rather leave that out of the question, Bastille's portion dictated to the subject indicated that he was not aloof of the situation; rather far from it. As he sat down, his mind began to wander back home to that of Ra'Katha, and Saltuhn. Even if it took weeks or months for the Viceroyalty to deliberate, Bastille knew he could start immediately on his home planet. No matter what, Bastille would make sure that Ra'Katha would be able to weather even the worst storm.

Jordar Varcskel · Mar 30, 2020

He listened quietly as they went around the chamber, and listened to the Viceroy of Mechis III, he let out a soft chuckle as the man spoke, the platitudes sounded as hollow as this chamber was. Of course condolences and aid sure it made you feel better to throw resources at a problem and wash you hands of it but that did nothing for the dead it neither gave them comfort, rest or revenge it simply was in the end a public relations move. Next the Viceroy of Falleen spoke to his surprise he found her echoing some of his own thoughts, well at least he agreed up until the part she began to suggest war, at least what sounded like war.

It was in his opinion that many were far too ready to use that option when something such as that should always be the last resort. Not to save face or for some higher noble idea, no it was life, the tragic cost of lives that were lost in war. The innocent people who themselves were not soldiers who did not wish to fight nor die, they would receive no such vote in this assembly and wished only to live their lives in peace. And then another voice joined this chorus turning his attention Credius Nargath he regarded him a moment, Eriadu system if he remembered correctly, he had of course brushed up on everything before he got here. So, he would rather burn the galaxy to promote the greatness of the Confederacy and snuff out our so-called enemies wherever they reside, Jordar made a note this man was not to be trusted at all.

Then finally the Viceroy of Ra’Katha spoke up he was a voice of pragmatism, somebody Jordar might look to as an ally in this assembly, as he spoke not only did he express his concerns but suggested a course of action, perhaps not the main thrust of the issues at hand but his call for a committee to address the medical readiness of the Confederacy, to perhaps prevent another such incident from occurring in the first place. In truth it wouldn’t address anything about the security situation, but it was something he could put his support behind at the very least and help to steer in the right direction, when his remarks conclude Jordar sighed and drew in a breathe sharply before he stood up and looked around the assembly.

He gave a nod first to the Vicelord and the Exarch before turning to the rest of the assembly “Thank you, Vicelord, and Excarchs. To My fellow Viceroyals, I cannot help but think some of you are too far removed from the people you represent in this chamber. You speak quite quickly of turning our fleets against the galaxy, against whom precisely? Do some of you have some information relating to an enemy I am as of yet unaware of? To my knowledge nobody has declared war upon us, unless I missed something on my way here. We have nobody to direct our anger at, so whom do we set our fleet against. The Sith? The OPA? Burn the entire galaxy?” it was not anger that brought these words it was reason, gleaned from one not far removed from one that had no power and he was trying to impart it to this assembly.

“You would plunge the galaxy into war with no information? Where trillions of innocents would die, not millions or even billions. The people of the Confederacy do seek safety and security but not at the cost of shedding innocent blood across the galaxy, how many Atrisia’s would that create in the galaxy I ask you? I am not saying we do not go to war but let us make an informed decision, once we determine who attacked us, only then should that be be evaluated.” He paused just long enough for his words to hopefully sink in before he turned to face the Viceroy of Ra’Katha “As for prudent courses of action, I would like to second the legislative action of the Viceroy of Ra’Katha, if nothing else these are prudent measures should anybody attempt to use the Blackwing virus again.” Jordar turned back again nodding to the Vicelord and Exarch before taking his seat, well he was damn sure he just kicked a hornets nest.

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Xazzex Xivar |

Darth Metus |

John Locke |

Custani Valcho |

Srina Talon |

Vytal Noctura |

Luna Terrik |

Gerwald Lechner |

Alkor Centaris |

Gat Tambor |

Kurenai Yumi |

Bastille Rommer |

Taiia Locke

Allya Vi'Dreya · Mar 30, 2020

Equipment: Armor, Blasters, Lightsaber
Objective: Watch and guard.
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Luna Terrik |

Darth Metus |

Srina Talon |

Alkor Centaris |

John Locke | et all

Once more, Allya moved into the Viceroyalty chambers. It wasn’t her first time being here. The last time she had been ordered to oversee various tasks under executive order. Once more, she took her rightful place. It was not front and center, but off to the side, and behind. She stood near the Vicelord and the Exarch. The teen was covered head to toe in her beskar'gam, armed to the teeth as one of the honor guards for her father and Aunt. It was always her honor to be their sword and shield.

The young Mando’ade stared at the back of her father. When she was honest, she loved this man dearly. She felt he was the most powerful being in the galaxy. And yet, much of her life had been spent trying to AVOID his gaze. Always behind and to the side, as she desperately attempted to carve her own niche in life, away from the title of Vicelord’s daughter. But….She still held great pride in who her father was and what he had done, even if they fought about methods and the like. Uncle Alkor stood close by.

As Luna stood and spoke, Allya’s eyes rested on the red head. Luna was her vod, as much as any other. The woman had trusted in a relatively unknown fifteen year old girl, made her second in command of a thousand people and they had managed to pull off impossible missions. Luna was the sole reason Allya had been able to escape the clutches of politicians, and….Adron. She had dodged arranged marriages, forced apprenticeships, even noble titles. It was doubtful that Allya could repay the woman for all she had done in multiple life times. Sergeant-Major. As the Dauntless had grown too big, Allya’s inexperience gave way, they had needed a stronger, more capable second. But that rank. Allya had earned it herself, because Luna had let her. It was the one thing in the galaxy she had that was hers, truly hers. However….it broke her heart. Allya knew Damsy was alive, and yet had to even keep this secret from Luna. For now. She would attempt to convince Damsy to end this latter.

Her eyes moved over to John Locke and she held this little smile on her face. Her Mentor. He had taught her SO MUCH about the world of engineering and mechanics. Allya always had a special place with wires and tools. They didn’t judge her for much. It was fun creating new things.

Not long after, her eyes went over to Srina and then quickly away. She always found her Aunt hot. Though, Srina had always told Allya that she was far prettier than herself, as her people were just pretty much clones of one another.

Finally she moved her eyesight to the speakers. The teen knew the severity of such things. They all spoke of what they should do now, of failing or this or that. It was...common. Normal. They always spoke of such things. They were not the ones fighting the danger, and most of them wanted to give as little money or resources as possible to the Confederacy military, but when things got heated, they were often quick to blame it, or pass judgment. They would remain what they always were. Vultures who fed off her Father’s work….and her own blood and tears. But that's the way all politicians were across the galaxy. These were no worse than any others.

As they discussed among themselves, Allya went back to reality. Her eyes scanned the room, sensors searched, and her AI, IONA monitored the nearby droids, cameras and the like. If something went wrong, she would be quick to react.

Kyyrk · Mar 31, 2020

A T T E N D
WEARING: This
NEARBY:

Gerwald Lechner

Voph strode through the grand halls of the Viceroyalty with a grim focus about him. There were many whispers and gestures made towards him. He had, after all, been dead not a month prior. But now, he stood proud and tall, ready to take on the galaxy. At least, if

Prennis Keeoli would let him. He had but a single companion this day. Dressed in formal garb, but displaying a medical badge across his breast. The result of agreement between Voph and Prenn. He would not burden her with the responsibility of watching over him, but he had promised that someone would be close at hand.

As he neared the main chamber, Voph lead the way up to the pod that had been designated for the Master's Council. He did not plan to draw much attention to himself. He was, after all, supposed to be in recovery. And if not for his position as Lord Vizier of the Knights, he might have begged medical leave of the Vicelord. But his duty was to his people. And so he strode into the pod, selecting a seat next to the Lupine he'd met so briefly in times past. As he took his seat, he whispered quietly to the wolf beside him. "I would like it stated for the record that I had always intended to help you in your quest. Even before Atrisia. Now, I daresay it is a matter of honor to do so."

Voph did not elaborate further, especially not in public. It was a matter that could be spoken of in more detail in the confines of an office. Instead, he settled in to listen to hours upon hours of posturing and maneuvering. His gaze turned briefly to the Vylmiran Podium, where he spotted the newly confirmed High Councilor Daejin seated among her advisors. But something behind her drew his more immediate attention. His brow furrowed as he concentrated for a moment.

The floor had opened to the Viceroys, allowing them the chance to claim their fifteen minutes of glory by spouting some form of nonsense and attempting to reallocate resources in an effort to make themselves seem the more noble. Frankly, Voph was sick of it. Part of why he had so readily abandoned his post of Viceroy at the Vicelord's behest. For once, he found himself agreeing with

Xazzex Xivar . The time for reaction was over. It was time for action. Fight the war today, that your children might live in peace tomorrow.

And yet, Voph could not help but be concerned. For across the room, he spotted the Viceroy of Eriadu. And while

Credius was certainly welcome to join his fellow viceroys in the chamber...the man at the podium was not Credius. It wasn't even a man. Simply a Hologram, if Voph judged the ripples in the Force correctly. "The Eriadu Viceroy seems to be absent. Hologram." He whispered to Gerwald, inclining his head slightly as he did so. "The masked one with him. I don't recognize him. Do you?"

Ben Craig · Mar 31, 2020

P A T I E N C E

Location: Geonosis - Golbah City - Viceroyalty Chambers

Uniform: This

Tagging:

Darth Metus |

Alkor Centaris |

Gat Tambor |

Kurenai Yumi |

John Locke |

Luna Terrik |

Gerwald Lechner |

Custani Valcho |

Xazzex Xivar |

Vytal Noctura |

Credius |

Bastille Rommer | Jordar Varcskel |

Allya Vi'Dreya |

Kyyrk

Anxious. Ben Craig was anxious. He wasn't usually anxious but he had been for the past few days. Ever since he was declared Viceroy of Seswanna, he was uneased. Being a Viceroy was a lot of work, it wasn't like being an admiral. There was a lot of paperwork...too much paperwork. Ben strolled through the halls of the viceroyalty. Being the newest addition to the viceroyalty, he would bet he'd be getting lots of stares, or they wouldn't think he would be important enough to warrant looking at. Just another bureaucrat.

Ben looked around the huge room. The room was completely filled with new faces. Ben wondered how they would react to the newcomer. He had met some of them, while not face to face, above Atrisa twice.

This was the first time he had felt uneasy. There were so many powerful people here, more powerful then Ben. Way more powerful. He did have an ally here though. Credius Nargath was sure to be here, he was the Viceroy of Eridu after all. Ben didn't know the procedures of being a Viceroy, so he inched his way to the back of the room. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be noticed or not. The show was about to get started as someone stepped up to the front of the room.

Xazzex Xivar · Mar 31, 2020

Xazzex neutral expression turned toward the Viceroy of Ra'Katha as he spoke. Privately, she had no qualms with the idea of being better prepared for a medical emergency. Nor did she scoff the inevitable bureaucracy that accompanied it. However, the timing was far from ideal. Unavoidable given how many voices desperately wanted heard, but lamentable all the same. Likewise, the suggestion of an Oversight Board to investigate recent failures -- again not a bad idea -- was not what she intended either. The closing remark, however, was agreeable.

Unfortunately Xazzex did not know Jordar's thoughts, and only his words. They did not sit well with the Falleen woman that narrowed her eyes in the man's direction. That -- who to strike against -- was the point. All of the power. All of the resources. And, what, they were sitting back waiting for the enemy to come to them? At least Atrisia had been on the furthest edge of the Confederacy, and was a newly established part of their merry host -- it had the greatest excuse how such a thing could happen. An exception to the general rule.

"Who here, today, now," Xazzex called out with a dismissive hand waving off any attempt to have her wait her 'turn,' "can state with factual certainty we are prepared to meet the next enemy? That we see them on the horizon, and are prepared to confront them? We have had a number of assaults where we reacted well after the attack had begun. Victory, yes, but at what cost? We call attention to Atrisia this day -- and how many died there? Some call for a Committee to bolster our medical services and allow a strong response to biological crises; and I doubt there will be many to dissent. However," the Falleen representative leaned out over the edge of her pod, both hands planted atop it as her eyes shot across the distance at all those present, "that is not what we should be focusing all of our attention on. We cannot -- cannot -- focus on any one threat."

"I am calling upon the representatives of every world here with us today to think not of whether we need more blasters, more droids, more medical supplies, or whether we should launch weapons of mass destruction at our neighbors. I am calling upon you, and this Confederacy who I am led to believe possesses considerable means and able bodied men and woman to lay down a foundation of a comprehensive defense plan. To reassure all of our citizenry that while we cannot account for every disaster, we have the people, the equipment, and the will to implement rapidly, decisively, and above all with brutal effectiveness."

Xazzex lifted her hands from the pod and resumed her full stature. "If we are to debate forming any committee or board -- or if we are talking of where to direct our collective gaze -- then I say we make known a top to bottom plan. Not in detail so the enemy knows it, but so that our people rest assured their fears and their suffering has not gone unnoticed."

Tag:

Darth Metus |

Alkor Centaris |

Gat Tambor |

Kurenai Yumi |

John Locke |

Luna Terrik |

Gerwald Lechner |

Custani Valcho |

Bastille Rommer | Jordar Varcskel |

Allya Vi'Dreya |

Kyyrk |

Ben Craig

Kurenai Yumi · Apr 1, 2020

It was times like this that Kurenai remembered why she didn't attend Vicroy convention. Most were planetary leader that probably hadn't been on the ground during the recent events that had rocked the CIS. Half the stuff being spurted from their mouths making little sense in her mind, the Confederay already had many internal institution to protect it from disastrous events. Her own Order of the Knights Obsidian to the mysterious Witches were all made with some degree to counter varying obstetrical.

At the very least

Xazzex Xivar seemed to realize such, opting to instead develop a well throughout combined plan to hopefully deal with any future disasters. As the green skinned women made her case Kurenai stepping forwards to throw her own voice into the ring. "Miss Xivar make a good point which I find myself agreeing with". "Establishing new committees or directing our military force at a taken won't change anything, it will just increase problems and make operation between the different groups within the Confederacy harder".

"We also have to remember that the cause of our recent problems have either been internal or through a third party that has forced attention more on a single plane then the CIS at large". "I know personally that Atrisa has been at constant odd with Mythos and it isn't to difficult to assume the appearance of the disease may have been done by someone capitulating on the recent fighting". It's timing and location along with targeting force users making to much sense.

"As stated by Miss Xivar what the CIS needs is a set of protocols and operations set in place for us to deal with a large array of possible future problems. Using what we have learnt over the last few years to implement countermeasure to ensue they do not cause as much chaos". "One thing that we have to accept is that we cannon't perfectly safe guard all the planets and people within our sphere of influence". "Our forces can try their best but, when against a well organized or chaotic threat like on Atrisia some things will go wrong".

Ben Craig

Kyyrk

Allya Vi'Dreya

Credius Jordar Varcskel

John Locke

Srina Talon · Apr 1, 2020

Location: Geonosis [Viceroyalty Chambers]
Tags:

Darth Metus |

Alkor Centaris |

Gat Tambor |

Kurenai Yumi |

John Locke |

Luna Terrik |

Gerwald Lechner |

Custani Valcho |

Bastille Rommer | Jordar Varcskel |

Darth Empyrean |

Allya Vi'Dreya |

Kyyrk |

Ben Craig
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For once—Srina hadn’t arrived late.

When it came to meetings that required the Viceroyalty to assemble the wintry woman was notoriously past the point of professionally tardy. She would contest the point, easily enough, by stating that she arrived exactly when she meant to. Not a moment before. Why? These meetings were usually filled with bellowing nobility that seemed entirely oblivious to the galaxy rotating around them. They roared and spoke at great length, long enough, that a dull ache began to form betwixt her eyes and her ears started to burn. Did they never tire of hearing themselves?

Rather than to partake in the speeches the Exarch, as she often did, remained a silent observer. Srina did not speak until it was absolutely necessary that she do so. Already, the balance was off. The seat that

Adron Malvern typically occupied was empty. It seemed that he had been drawn off toward his duties with Illyria and a new child far more than expected. It bothered Srina not to see him here. It felt strange. The balance in the governing body was…Off.

As she sat at the right hand of the Vicelord she had reserved space beside her for the Sith Lord that served as her advisor. The Viceroyalty had expressed concerns, previously, about her emotional state.

Kyyrk had been assigned to aid her in the investigation of the Eternal Empire.

Darth Empyrean aided her in the day to day routine. He had been instrumental in gaining acceptance and clarity with the Atrisian Delegation before everything went sideways. His account of both the invasion by Mythos and the subsequent attack with Blackwing solidified and verified her report of the events.

He had every right to be present. For the sake of the bonds that the Confederacy was trying to make with Atrisia, for her sake, he had paid in his own blood. <<Thank you…>>, she mentally pressed the two words of appreciation into against his psyche. The white-haired IGBC proprietor was not required to attend. He chose to. Because, she had asked.

For that—She was grateful.

The first thing that caught her eye was a familiar presence entering the chamber. Srina knew him through the bond she had forged with

Darth Metus , so long ago, and his involvement in the debacle on Eshan. He had defected from the Mandalorian Empire. Their first meeting had involved her slapping him across the face with a crack heard from one end of Monastery to the other. Things had changed. Through thick and thin he had proven his loyalties.

He was a brother. Family, through her Master. She would respect him as such despite his sordid past.

His clothing would have been suspect were she not included in what was about to take place.

Alkor Centaris came to stand on the opposite side of

Darth Metus and Srina breathed in deeply, carefully, before allowing a slow exhale.

Mercurial eyes moved from Centaris to faces that she was less acquainted with. The Viceroy that was newly assigned to Christophsis (

Gat Tambor ) was one of those individuals. He was a curious creature and she relied on the experience of

Darth Empyrean in order to gauge him adequately. Her advisor may or may not have known him personally as corporate institutions were vast and wide, but, she knew he would have a way of finding out.

Kurenai Yumi had also arrived, and in truth, Srina felt a mote of relief for her attendance. The rest of the Viceroy would likely want an explanation of what went wrong on Atrisia. It was her home. No doubt, Ms. Yumi would advocate for the continued care of the world. Blackwing was curable within reason. What had passed, and changed, could not be fixed. The hundreds, thousands, of people would remain dead. The quarantine and recovery had been enacted in record time.

But still. The loss of life was staggering. This attack was different than all the others. There was no plot against the Confederacy as a whole, not that they had discovered, but a genuine desire to bless the people of the galaxy with their own perverted version of ascendance.

John Locke was also present in a new capacity. She did not know him as she knew

Alkor Centaris , however, she knew his work. He was one of the few Confederates that worked with

Luna Terrik to keep the situation on Atrisia under control in a logistical sense. Without them and their quick thinking? Truthfully, the casualties would have been far worse.

The report from Grand Marshall Terrik was staggering. Srina was uncertain if her Master even knew the truth. If he did, he was hiding it well, as she was often able to glean what he was thinking with a glance. Especially when his dark mistress was absent.

A soft pressure against her mind caused the Exarch to tense briefly before she relaxed. She knew the Force Signature well.

Gerwald Lechner was the Knight Obsidian that she had tasked with ensuring the safety of her younger sibling. He was standing with, to her eternal relief,

Kyyrk . Srina hadn’t even finished mourning his loss…and yet, he had returned. There hadn’t been time to talk. Sometime soon…She wished to speak to him. Even, if only for a few moments.

Gerwald was a more than adequate form of security for Eira. She was bright and resourceful but her sheer proximity to Srina made her a target. The words of the Lupine were poignant. Srina knew the depths to which he blamed himself for the injuries to those he cared for. <<You have never failed. Strength, wolf. We are strong together.>>

Unlike many others in the assembly, there was no sense of panic from Srina. Yes. There had been many issues in the last year that had shaken the citizens to the core. However, they were still standing. There were hundreds of systems beneath the Confederate umbrella. The fact that only a scant few reported any sort of issue, even if it was the capital, was a miracle.

The Confederacy had learned they weren’t untouchable.

Good.

It would prepare them for the inevitable.

Custani Valcho offered support to Atrisia and any of the planets that were affected. It was good of him. Surely, his constituents were afraid, but the galaxy was a terrifying place. The Confederacy was only exceedingly lucky they’d been spared the worst of it. Had they all forgotten the fall of the Galactic Alliance? How prepared they were? Yet—Their babies still burned? Their sky towers still fell? Great, dark wounds, being ripped from the surface while Sith Empire warships ripped out of the caverns below the cities?

Srina had not forgotten. She had not forgotten coughing up black sludge for days whilst her voice was destroyed by smoke. She had forgotten none of it. Perhaps, that was why she held perspective. As awful as these events could have been, they were dealt with, held in check, and aimed toward recovery. Measures had already been taken to ensure that they not happen again, but every nation, large or small, held the propensity for crime. As a galactic power? It was only a matter of scale.

They would grieve. They would come back stronger. That was their way.

Xazzex Xivar was another member of the Viceroyalty to speak. Srina remembered this one, clearly, from two meetings prior. Her tactics were the same. Brash. Decided. Regardless of her demeanor, the Exarch could find valid points littered through veiled insults. The latter didn’t much matter, although, the questions were partially obscure. Who could predict a plague rising from the depths? Who could predict that it would have arisen, right after, the world was accosted by Mythos?

Even the Ministry of Secrets had been silent on that front.

Credius completed the circle of an echo chamber. Only, his statements were far more inflammatory. Did he believe that there would ever be a possibility of endless peace? The very nature of the Confederacy revolved around keeping their eyes and ears open, however, once again, nothing was infallible. Before the Eternal Empire there lay the Mandalorian Empire. Before that? The Galactic Empire. The point?

The Confederacy had outlasted them all and would continue to do so—As long as cooler heads prevailed and inflammatory rhetoric was left by the wayside.

Another voice popped up.

Bastille Rommer of Ra’Katha. It focused less on what sounded like a suggestion for a cabal within the nation and left more focus on the health care industry. It was a hot topic around Geonosis as of late, however, it had many moving parts. The Confederacy did not enforce drastic changes to worlds that were not in need. If a planet did not wish for their invention in their medical practices? It was up to their Viceroy to bring that forth. At best, they could make the cure for Blackwing available to every system that wished their people to be inoculated.

They could not force the entire nation to accept a needle in their veins, as some species, would regard it as poison. In the event of Atrisia, due to the emergent situation, aid was already well underway. The Atrisian population were also quite capable when everything was said and done. Recovering from tragedy had become a finely honed skill.

Jordar Varcskel came next. Srina did not know this Viceroy, however, she had noted a certain degree of pragmatism that was refreshing. Her eyes shifted briefly and landed on @Allya Vi’dreya. The young woman was suspiciously silent, though Srina suspected that her thoughts, would run along those of Viceroy Varcskel. She was typically a voice of reason. A calming breath. There was nothing worse than fanning a flame into an inferno in the wake of a tragedy.

Most of the senior Viceroy understood that.

Silent eyes flickered over the Viceroy of Seswanna,

Ben Craig , but her focus was stolen again by

Xazzex Xivar . Did they assume that their fleets were not ready? That the war machine was not prepared? Perhaps, they had not been briefed. They were always vigilant, beyond that, creating redundancies to avoid the same conflicts. It was the nature of any governing body. Some attacks, no matter how ready, no matter how prepared simply could not be prepared for. There were others that never happened at all simply because the Confederacy did all they could to contain situations before they became an issue. Disease was a battle few were ever truly prepared for. Even with precautions, for example, the entry gate that Atrisia had, before they even arrived, something had been let through. @Kurnai Yumi chimed in not moments later to both agree, and reassure the Falleen Viceroy. None of the words that passed fell on deaf ears—But more than anything, the Vicelord,

Darth Metus had not yet been permitted to respond.

He would address their concerns in short order.

Srina brought her hand in the air and her voice would echo throughout the chamber. It was touched with a hint of authority that was coupled with pale, however firm, patience.

“While your platforms are noted...Before we get too far ahead of ourselves I request that you allow the Vicelord the floor. We have many reasons to call the Viceroy into assembly this day. All will be addressed.”

Darth Metus · Apr 3, 2020

G E O N O S I S

Tag:

Alkor Centaris ,

Gat Tambor ,

Kurenai Yumi ,

John Locke ,

Luna Terrik ,

Gerwald Lechner ,

Custani Valcho ,

Xazzex Xivar ,

Vytal Noctura ,

Credius ,

Bastille Rommer , Jordar Varcskel,

Allya Vi'Dreya ,

Kyyrk ,

Ben Craig

The lingering sentiment was made manifest by their words. Fear. Doubt. These were laced into the utterances of the Viceroyalty as each began to make the introductory statements. For the Vicelord, such emotions did not reside inside him - but there was a silent turmoil all the same. Darth Metus was strong. Mighty enough that pain did not transpose upon his expression. Yet he was not so removed from humanity that loss did not ache his soul. Looking back, some would call the rise of the Confederacy the tale of his greatest triumphs. In this moment, all he could see were the sacrifices made along the way.

The report first came to him whilst hunting the past alongside

Darth Elyria . He had entrusted the humanitarian mission to Atrisia to his subordinates and comrades. Entrusted that the restoration of the world would have been identical to the numerous entries into the Confederate fold. Had he foreseen the outbreak...had he even an inkling of the loss that would transpire...his boots would have been the first upon the ground. Hindsight was always flawless. And in this scenario, there was naught that Darth Metus could do to undo the loss of life on the Atrisian homeworld. He could not bring back the infected. He could not revert the suffering.

He could not bring his daughter back.

The Sith found himself grateful for those who surrounded him on the podium this day. For his brother,

Alkor Centaris , who looked as though a noble had sneezed their wardrobe onto him. For his daughter,

Allya Vi'Dreya , who stood behind him - but never in his shadow. And for his Apprentice,

Srina Talon . Through the river which ran betwixt them, she knew their agonies were the same. The scar she carried upon her soul was all but identical to the fresh wound upon his own. Like always, they leaned upon one another. Like always, they were at their mightiest together.

For a time, Darth Metus listened. The debates on the floor, while presented from a variety of angles, culminated into two camps. The first: Restoration. The second: Proactivity. By the rise of the wintry woman at his side, the council's dialogue was paused. The time had come for the Vicelord to speak. Ascension gripped him promptly. His form, slashed in black, confidently strode towards where the speaker yet stood. His words, unaided by microphone, boomed across the chamber.

"Of course we will."

He reiterated with each step. Emphasis came as thunder. "Of. Course. We. Will."

With but a nod, the Speaker stepped aside. Darth Metus halted before the podium, calmly placing one hand upon either side.

"My fellow Confederates," he began, "your concerns have not fallen upon deaf ears. The sentiment of the hour is proactivity - How will we ensure that these calamities never occur again? How can we have faith that it will not be our world, or our people next?

To that I say, firstly, Remember. Who. You. Are.

With each passing year, many worlds enter our Confederacy. Some more troubled than others. Did all receive our full support and see restoration through our efforts? Of course they did. With each passing year, new threats arise beyond our borders. Was each one put down through our efforts? Of course they were.

Remember that we are not a nation which rests on its laurels. Remember that we are not a nation which solely reacts to the threats of tomorrow. My goal today, which is identical to many of yours, is to be proactive once again. We will identify our areas of weakness. We will form a plan of action to prevent calamities such as Atrisia or the assault on these very chambers from happening again.

Before I can present my plan to you all, there are questions that I will have answered.

In regards to Atrisia: How is it that, in the midst of a large-scale humanitarian venture, we did not see the outbreak coming? I have read the reports - how is it that we do not have a positive ID on the culprit? What could we have done on the ground to stem the tide better?

Minister Locke, and all those who had survived the initial outbreak on Atrisia, I call you now to speak. We have read the reports, yes, but I will hear your answers now.

In regards to the attack on this very body: How is it that a group of bounty hunters could infiltrate one of the most defended worlds in the Galaxy? Was it sheer dumb luck? Negligence on our part? Or perhaps, was there foul play from inside our own body? How did we not see this coming?

Masters of the Knights Obsidian. Our seated offices of the Confederate Defense Force. Survivors of the assault on these chambers. I call upon you to answer.

The answers that I receive today will lay the foundation for the plan I have prepared for you all. Be wise. Be candid. The time for posturing and gilded words has now ended."

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