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Dominion Guv'nor | GA Dominion of Lialic

Spirit of Justice

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“Sith-Imperial star destroyers once hung low over this Plaza, and many of these structures have burned to the ground twice over. Yet, despite it all, here we are again, willing to fight for our freedom. I often find myself wondering how many terrible men have stood in this very spot, looking out across these very buildings. I wonder what they thought about while doing so; whether they were ignorant or aware of the consequences of their actions on these people.


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The Imperial Remnant on Lialic has long relied on the dangers of travel within the Deep Core and its considerable obscurity for defence. They had barely enough troops to maintain order within their diminutive dominion. The planet had no resources of its own to offer the greater galactic community, and so its utter unimportance quickly caused it to fade from even the most erudite explorers' memory. It was only by chance that a data-technician in Coruscant's archives stumbled upon an old document detailing a forgotten hyperlane to this sheltered system.

When the Galactic Alliance's expeditionary fleet arrived above the planet, its Imperial governor had realized her reign would come to an end rather unceremoniously if she resisted. Not an unreasonable woman by any means, Governor Magre contacted the man in charge of Lialic’s rediscovery, Cassius Callaesar Cassius Callaesar , detailing the situation of the planet under her rule. Lialic had become isolated and lacked the necessary tech to repair or build new starships. They had been cut off from all avenues of trade and communication, condemned to fend for themselves in hostile territory. Governor Magre has led the people of Lialic with an iron fist, but she had ensured their survival. With the Galactic Alliance's arrival, she has finally accepted the end of her reign and seeks their aid to help the settlement rise above the misery it has endured; in exchange, she offers her allegiance to the Galactic Alliance, as well as valuable information.

Lialic has only one settlement, perched atop a modest mesa. The people there have lived under the rule of their Imperial garrison for the past decade and adopted a scavenger culture. The territory beyond the settlement is mostly inhospitable on account of regular volcanic activity, though, the locals have discovered sparse pathways through the molten valleys that comprise nearly all of Lialic's surface. Ruins scattered throughout those valleys suggest the planet may once have housed sprawling metropolises, but a cataclysmic event has since reduced it to its current state. Governor Magre claims a warlord’s thirst for blood had made the planet what it is. This warlord, she said, brought to bear the fearsome Base Delta Zero manoeuvre against Lialic’s people when Sith rule had collapsed, pursuing a strict scorched earth policy. It's within the ruins of their old homes that the scavengers find old scrap for their Imperial masters. Conditions are dangerous out in the valleys and the bounties scarce and meagre at best.

With the arrival of the Galactic Alliance, they need not risk their lives for mere survival under Imperial rule any longer. It's time to once again welcome the people of Lialic, the few who remain, into the Galactic Alliance and the greater galactic community.



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Objective 1: Relief Arithmetic of Lialic

The people of Lialic have long suffered not just the oppression of a broken Empire’s shadow, but the terrible living conditions they’ve been condemned to. Their settlement was once a major factory, but much of it has been destroyed, broken away with much of the mesa when the cataclysm shook the planet. What little tech they have has been scavenged from old and broken equipment while their food has been slowly and painstakingly grown on inhospitable grounds only to be taken away so it could be rationed meticulously by the Imperial garrison.

Help for the people has finally arrived in the form of the Galactic Alliance. Supplies, graciously donated by the REC backed Rogue Moon Project, have finally arrived and need to be distributed. Materials to reconstruct vital infrastructure, basic tech and tools needed for modern living standards, and most importantly food are among those supplies.

Help the settlement in whatever way you can and make some friends while you’re at it. Show the galaxy the good that people can do!



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Objective 2: Project PHOBIA

As part of her play for a better position under the Galactic Alliance, Governor Magre had revealed the location of a secret Imperial research facility on Lialic. Your scout team has been dispatched, led by local guides, and discovered it has lain abandoned in the heart of the Lialic’s molten valleys for quite some time. Analysis suggests the facility’s primary research object was a powerful Force-based weapon capable of unleashing psychological torment on a terrifying scale. Four of these devices were recorded in the researchers’ data, but thorough exploration only reveals three. The absence of the last device can’t be chalked up to coincidence, in fact, one of the local guides seems to have disappeared as well …

Can you find the missing device before it is too late? Hunt the thief through the hazardous wilderness of Lialic’s molten ruins and prevent the weapon from falling into the wrong hands!



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Objective 3: Imperial Remnants and where to find them.

The One Sith, the New Galactic Empire, its many remnants and splinter states, they’ve all left their mark on the Core Worlds in one way or another. Whether it be the countless ruins yet to be rebuilt, or the oppression their inhabitants endured, the Imperials’ influences have long lingered within the territory of the Galactic Alliance. From Sith sympathizers spreading propaganda to the many Imperial hardliners pushing for a more authoritarian direction, there is much to be discussed within the senate regarding those remnants of Imperial rule.

The fate of the clones who once served as soldiers for these now-defunct Empires is on today’s agenda here in Coruscant’s Senate. The manpower these clones represent could be a great boon to the Alliance’s industry and military, but can the morality of their forced servitude be reconciled with the ideals the Starbird stands for?

Decide where you stand on this matter and make your voice heard within the Senate!



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Bring Your Own Objective

Lialic is a world of molten valleys replete with ruins of a modern civilization. Explore remnants of its cataclysm, find common ground with the locals, or follow a story of your own making. The possibilities are endless in a galaxy of adventures!
 
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Dorian Sevanar

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Location | In orbit of Lialic[On board the Enforcer]
Objective | Retrieve the Device
NPCs and Forces | Agent 66 | Judgement Troopers
Focus | N/A

Dorian Sevanar stood on the bridge of
the Enforcer as it remained cloaked in orbit of Lialic. After the debacle over Ord Mantell , his friend Gunther Torson was mopping up any resistance on Ord Mantell. Recently the Politorate , a secretive organization that provided useful intelligence to Dorian and his allies had uncovered some sort of top-secret weapon on the Deep Core World of Lialic that could be useful to their plans. However given the risk , Dorian's Superior only allowed him to send a small force to retrieve it given that the Politorate also reported that the Alliance was moving in to secure the weapons to make sure that it hadn't fallen into the wrong hands.

Already Politorate Agents on Scene had managed to get one of the guides that were supposed to help the Alliance locate the facility that held the top-secret weapons in order to secure , to help them after bribing him and offering him more money once he delivered one of the devices along with the blueprints to the device to Agent 66 , an Elite Operative and his men who had arrived on the Planet prior to the Alliance's Arrival to secure the device. To Dorian the mission was curicial to his allies fight against their main enemy and if they managed to secured the device and it's Blueprints they could wield unimaginable power.

At the agreed Rendez-vous point , Agent 66 and 8 of his Judgement Troopers awaited the arrival of the Guide where they would take the Guide and the Device abd blueprints with them towards a Shuttle guarded by 2 Judgement Troopers in which would transport Agent 66 , the Guide , the Device , the Blueprints and the Judgement Troopers towards Dorian Sevanar's Flagship in which would breifly reveal itself before immediately jumping out of hyperspace and leaving Lialic with the device and its blueprints . If everything went according to planned then this would be one step further to acheive Dorian's Larger Plans regarding taking down a larger Organization that had proven to be troublesome to Dorian's Allies and their operations.
 
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Serena Rylvin

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Location | Relief camp on Lialic
Objective | 1: Provide relief and supplies for the people of Lialic



Serena mopped her brow as she carried the box from the unloading dock. It was stamped "SUPPLIES: RATIONS" and looked like it'd been pilfered straight out of one of the Alliance's ships. The camp was a hubbub of activity, shuttles descending down from above, laden with supplies for the long-suffering citizens. How many years had they gone, eking out the barest of existences while their government stole from them? No wonder they were crowding to get in. Every time she looked outwards at the main camp, seeing countless people lining up with hunger in their eyes, she shuddered. Unwanted memories flitting back into her head.

Long lines and desperate struggles for food. Cool nights beneath the sky in camp of thousands. The relentless mass of people, all searching and scrambling to survive just a day longer. The cries of children left alone...


She blinked quickly and returned to reality, cursing herself for heading back there. Dwelling on the past wouldn't help people in the present, would it? She hefted the box up a little more as she carried it towards one of the main distribution tents, brushing past other people as she set it down on the table. Who knew how many boxes they'd been through? Trying to distribute rations like this just didn't seem to end.

There's got to be a better way. A kitchen or something we can set up... she thought to herself as she undid the clasps. The lid, emblazoned with the Galactic Alliance emblem and RMP, lifted up to reveal a heaping, fresh load of...

Droid parts. Oh for the love of... again?!

"Another one," she groaned, stepping back. "That's the third one in an hour. Can't they label anything right up there?" she grumbled, shaking her head slightly before slamming the lid back down. She looked across at the hollow, desperate eyes that stared back at her. Her cheeks turned pink.

"You'll have to... ugh I'll be right back. There's plenty of food to go around, honestly," she said to them. Probably trying to assure herself more than any of them. Again, she grabbed the sides of the box and lifted it up, grunting slightly at the weight. No wonder it felt stupid heavy for rations.


Turned out that helping people was a pretty damn hard job. It was thankless. It was endless. But it had to be done.
 


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// Lialic // Arriving with Galactic Alliance Relief //
// Humanitarian Affairs //
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A sea of magma greeted those aboard the dropship descending to the planet's surface, denoting a dangerous environment of intense heat. Errant Varanin couldn't stop the frown as it stretched across his thin lips. Though the interior of the ship maintained a cool and comfortable feeling to it, the Imperial Knight could almost feel the heat's crushing grasp upon the vessel's hull. He tore his gaze from the window, opting not to think about the inevitable heat death to soon claim him, choosing to focus instead on the handful of people with him. Due to the Galactic Alliance's valiant efforts on Muunilist, the Sovereign-Imperator and High Knight Marshal agreed to return the favor the best the New Imperial Order could. And while the Alliance wasn't directly engaged with anyone for control of territory, their expansion saw a struggling Core slowly being healed. Errant held no ties to the Core, but he understood the value in strengthening the New Imperial's allies.

Said understanding led him out of the chilled ship and out into the blistering heat. Errant's armor offered some protection from the elements, ensuring he wouldn't merely burn or freeze to death in less-than-hospitable climates, but it didn't keep the discomfort of extreme heat away. Already, the Echani could feel small beads of sweat forming on his brow and behind his ears. He reached up and took hold of his cascading snow-white hair, carefully wrapping it up in a tight bun meant to alleviate some of the heat and keep said glorious locks out of his way while working. Upon finishing, Errant began issuing orders to his crew, pointing out where supplies should be carried and who they needed to link up with to ensure their tasks were handled without fail. He lifted one box and turned on his heel, moving to a group of Galactic Alliance relief workers, organizing small teams to manage specified tasks.

"Greetings," Errant stepped forward, setting his container down atop the table he now stood before. "My name is Errant Varanin, I have brought along several individuals familiar with relief efforts and the like. My personal experience with such tasks is far from noteworthy, so I request you put me wherever you believe I could be of the most use," he straightened, his hands now clasped together behind his back.

"Uh," one of them, a male Corellian, looked at his partner, a female Kiffar. "I'm guessing your some kinda Jedi or something?" he motioned towards the lightsaber hanging at Errant's side.

"Well, not exactly, but I don't imagine this warrants an explanation. Are there Jedi who require assistance? Just point me in their direction," Errant looked across the platform, seeking out whoever appeared the most Jedi-like. While doing so, his hand rose face-level, and he wiped away the thin layer of sweat already in place.

"You'll want to look for Bernard. He's in charge of the New Jedi Order's side of things. White-haired Arkanian, you shouldn't miss him," the Kiffar cut in, offering a warm smile, one that seemed almost motherly to the young Imperial Knight.

"Thank you both," Errant dipped his chin in a nod before turning away. He set off at a brisk march, searching for the aforementioned Jedi, Bernard. It wasn't until the Imperial could feel sweat pooling throughout the armor did he finally catch sight of the Arkanian. Surrounded by a group engaging in similar work as everyone else Errant came across throughout his search, Bernard appeared to fit the description perfectly. "Wonderful," the Echani muttered to himself, carefully weaving through the crowd as he approached his Jedi counterpart.

"Excuse me," the Imperial began, clearing his throat as he paused his step. "You wouldn't happen to be Bernard, would you?"
 
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Ryv

Paragon of Sacrifice


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// Paragon //
// Lialic //
// Project: Phobia //
// Dorian Sevanar // Open //


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A heavy feeling hungover Ryv as the Jedi stared up at the sky, his gaze unknowingly locked on a massive, cloaked star destroyer. The force whispered to him, warning him of an unseen danger far too near. He'd already scanned the environment for miles around, his perch above the planet's surface, providing him a visual of anything not behind one of the numerous spike-like protrusions from the rugged planetary surface. Unsure of what to do, he prepared to give up and reconvene with the Jedi partaking in humanitarian work, his feet already carrying him to the ridge's ledge. The sight of a lone individual crossing the jagged landscape caught Ryv's attention, particularly the stranger's garb and surefootedness. Ryv knew of the many guides contracted to help the Galactic Alliance in its mission. This errant wanderer fits the description of what Ryv came to expect of his kind.

"Well, this is entirely unexpected," Ryv dropped from the concealed ledge, landing behind a pile of rubble likely belonging to the small cliff face itself. He peered around the large rock, his amber gaze locked on the guide's back as he worked his way up another rocky hill.

"This is Ryv Karis, broadcasting on an open frequency," the Jedi Knight spoke into his commlink as he dashed towards a nearby mound of jagged rock. "I've got one of the guides we paid for en route to an undisclosed location. I'm thinking someone else might've snagged him for work. Not much to go off of, I know, but I have a feeling whoever our mystery buyer is, might be connected to a feeling of danger I'm picking up on, so uh, gonna keep up with this one," he deactivated his commlink and dropped his wrist to the side after speaking. The Jedi took a deep breath, calling the force to his aid before leaping upward, clearing a dozen or so feet with a single bound. He repeated the process, putting a hundred or so feet between him and the rocky earth below. From his new perch overlooking the cracked mesa, Ryv once more spotted the guide, still moving off course, specifically to an unmarked shuttle.

"Huh, that's sorta weird," Ryv muttered, now beginning to shimmy along the wall, remaining close to the warm surface. He didn't take his eyes off the distant ship, staying vigilant as he grew closer to the guide. By the time he neared the awaiting imperial remnants, the Jedi Knight had positioned himself overlooking the meeting entirely, his body pressed behind a decently sized boulder.
 
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Elias Vati

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Objective 2: Project PHOBIA
Equipment: Sector Ranger Tactical Armor - A280 Blaster Rifle
Tags: Dorian Sevanar Ryv Ryv
Elias's responsibilities seemed more blurred as the days went on, cooperating with the GADF and Jedi Shadows was becoming routine for him, but he was ordered to go to Lialic and it wasn't like he could say no. There was probably some sort of policy back on Coruscant that encouraged 'oversight' by the Ministry of Justice over military and related parties so that the Federal Assembly can feel safe knowing everything was being 'done by the books.' There were no books to follow really, it was get the job done so long as you didn't get in trouble. That's how it always was, probably, he never followed the Assembly and their mishaps. But he just saw this as a job like any other.

One of the guides that the Alliance paid to lead them through the valleys was designated to the Sector Ranger squad. The terrain was rough to traverse, with pools of lava littering the valley, the armor was enough to protect the rangers from splashes of lava and hot debris, but obviously they knew better than to get covered in the stuff. Elias looked back to make sure his squad was keeping up, treading through brimstone valleys was the last thing they expected so Elias looked over his shoulder from time to time to make sure they were keeping up. Suddenly a transmission from Jedi Master Ryv Ryv came through. "This is Ryv Karis, broadcasting on an open frequency, I've got one of the guides we paid for en route to an undisclosed location. I'm thinking someone else might've snagged him for work. Not much to go off of, I know, but I have a feeling whoever our mystery buyer is, might be connected to a feeling of danger I'm picking up on, so uh, gonna keep up with this one."

"Master Karis this is Lieutenant Vati of Sector Ranger Squad Saber, we'll be following our guide to our designated location. Stay safe, Saber out." Elias ended his transmission and looked ahead to where they took a turn to a cliff, the guide standing beside Elias. "Are you sure its up here?" He asked before the guide nodded and started to climb. "Alright squad prepare to climb." To which all of the rangers holstered their blasters and started climbing the rocky cliff. Rangers were all expected to climb vertical terrain given their responsibilities lie on foreign environments whether it be urban or natural. This was no exception but to climb anything was a bantha's dunghole and Elias started to sweat as he was halfway through with the rest of the squad. The armor weighing them down was proof of that, but at least they weren't burning from the hot debris. As Elias climbed he could hear the grunts of one of his rangers beneath him. A female mirialan who was trembling from what Elias could see as her and as her left hand slipped, Elias immediately reached down to grab her, "Did you forget to stretch today Sira?"

The ranger who was too exasperated to laugh at Elias' awful joke sighed in appreciation and rested enough to catch her breath for climbing up along with the lieutenant. The two made it up where the guide and the rest of the squad was waiting for them. "There won't be anymore cliffs we have to climb in the future will there?" Elias asked the guide to which he just shrugged and went on.

"Of course." Elias sighed as he and his squad followed suit.
 
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Occasionally, as a pilot, you get stuck with missions that aren't as immediately exciting as some of the other's are. Today's example of that was freighting a bunch of supplies to some miserable planet out in the corner of the galaxy, one that had seemed to have a cataclysmic event that the Empire never bothered to fix. At least that was kind of exciting, at least compared to the slowly trucking ship Maraellis found herself stuck in. Astromechs could certainly do the piloting for something like this, but here Marae was, stuck with the grunt work.

"Sure you don't wanna take the wheel buddy." Some lowly beeping from her co-pilot was easy to decipher as a resounding 'no', something that only resulting in more groaning from the self proclaimed ace. "Don't wake me if I fall asleep at the wheel then." A joke that caused a more excited reaction out of the astromech than her previous statement. "Kidding, kidding! Jeez." Droids never understood sarcasm.

Fortunately it wasn't too long before the bright red marble came into view, a sight that perked Marae up more than she thought it could. Turns out when a planet is significantly roiling magma, it can look kind of pretty from a distance.

"Coming down with some supplies for y'all now!"

Fingers deftly pressed to send the correct codes through to the occupational force on the ground, a task that was becoming more and more ingrained in muscle memory the more she flew with the GA. Things were never this difficult when she flew without a license, aside from the local law enforcement. They could get a bit aggressive after the first few... incidents.

It wasn't long after that Marae found herself landing down on one of the relief camps, both cheery and miserable faces turned up to watch her arrival. Even if they cared more about the food and medicine that she was bringing with her, the Dantooinian still felt it was her duty as the pilot to give them all a wave. Never hurt to get your face out there, she might even show up on a poster one day. With a more cocky smile than should befit a relief pilot, she carried out her duty of waving to her admiring audience.

Even if they weren't paying attention.

The first thing that hit Marae was the sheer heat as she made her way out of the shuttle door, passing the workers unloading all the supplies from the freighter. Yet another thing to be jealous of the Jedi about, weather never bothered them. As for Marae, unzipping the leather jacket she wore to reveal a disgustingly greasy undershirt would have to do for now. Her next, most immediate, worry was about where to find a cold drink.
 
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S C R I B E
Emmen Tagge Emmen Tagge | Federal Assembly


Auteme was always early. At least, when she was present for the meetings.

This was the first full assembly that she'd been present for. Smaller meetings had occurred, and as a scribe she had several other responsibilities to attend to. Giving the Chancellor all the information he needed was the most prominent of them. "The Lialic system will give us direct access to Questal, which still has untapped stores of ardanium. If we mine that -- safely and while protecting the environment, of course -- we can use those resources to improve the safety of our starships, as well as build better containment units for hazardous materials. That sector has a similar issue as Lialic; an Imperial warlord set up there, with a contingent of clone soldiers." She knew that Questal had gone through such a phase before. Hopefully that warlord hadn't gotten their hands on the schematics for the Hurlothrumbic generator...

The padawan flipped to the next page of her notes on the datapad. There was some additional information on the effort to aid on Lialic, but that was not as important as the information on the clones. Might as well go over the basics before the coming debate, such that Chancellor Tagge could moderate and guide the discussion in an effective way. "The clones of the Core Imperial Confederation were produced on Arkania, experimenting with a variety of human genomes. In comparison to say, the clone army of the Old Republic, their training and design were far superior." She expected as much from the great Arkanian scientists of the galaxy.

"On Lialic there are only a few thousand clones, significantly less than a full battalion. Questal is the same from our estimates, though they do have a large and militarized police force. The governor there is trying to keep the order there." Obviously they weren't as smart as governor Margre. "Planets like Chandrila have more. Some of the former Imperial planets in Alliance space did have a number of clone soldiers, but the majority of them left to support other warlords rather than live here."

She looked up from the datapad at the Chancellor. No more facts, but rather counsel. "They should have the right to self-determination, but if the warlords begin to resist it could cause a lot of difficulty if they have a large clone army at their back. We need to give them an offer better than being... enslaved, by the Imperials. Education is likely an important factor." The pods began to fill with senators and their entourages, and the session soon began. Auteme turned to her holodevice and prepared to record everything going on in the Senate building.
 

Emmen follows along with Auteme's briefing as the Chancellor's Podium rises up from the center of his office suite to the Grand Convocation Chamber above, with the Vice Chair and Staff Aide behind them. This was a subject that the Chancellor had predicted would make it's way to the Senate in time, but he hadn't expected it to be like this. To learn of a remnant pocket of Imperials left isolated on the molten planet of Lialic had been shocking to him.

"Arkania, you say?" he asks quietly as the central spire comes to a stop at the center of the rotunda. Instinctively, Emmen's eyes look up from the pad to scan the repulsorpods around them. Many senators and representatives were still arriving and preparing themselves, affording him a bit more time.

Glancing back down, he scratches at his beard in thought, "Well, we will be able to provide some temporary aid to help them establish order in these systems. However, we'll need to assess the imperial policies of the current administrations to ensure they're aligned with our federal laws."

He lets out a sigh. The matter of clones was a whole other issue. He could deal with a non-ideal vote when it came to the responsible harvest of valuable materials or the necessity to deploy the Defense Force to establish law and order during the transition of power, but if the Senate were to vote against the acceptance of Clone rights, he'd have a difficult time swallowing it without some contention.

"I very much agree with you, Auteme," he says as he straightens himself to prepare to change his focus to the assembly, "Let us hope we can find some allies in our goal and secure a future for them outside of servitude within the Alliance."

With a final nod to the young scribe, the Chancellor looks out across the gathered representatives to begin their session.

"Honourable members of the Senate: as always, I am pleased to welcome you here. I will now call this official gathering on the subject of Cloning Technology within the Galactic Alliance & the Rights of Clones into session. As all of you should be aware from your briefings; our sources have recently encountered a small community on Lialic, which was previously believed to be uninhabited," above the Podium, a holo-projection of the small, fiery world is displayed, highlighting the location of the newly found settlement.

"We have since learned that this civilization is an abandoned remnant of an Imperial regime. Defense Force personnel have been dispatched with relief packages to help the population while we negotiate terms of their entry into the Galactic Alliance with their Governor. However," the holo-projection changes to what appears to be an image captured on-site. It shows several soldiers gathered around, their faces all near identical, "it would seem what remains of their armed forces is utilizing cloned manpower to bolster their numbers. With similar instances arising throughout the Core Region as of late, it is time we discuss this topic and determine an official stance."

His eyes glance to Auteme, then back to the camera probes surrounding them, "To begin, I will state that I am of the opinion that the practice of cloning sapient beings should be prohibited on a federal level. While there are many benefits from the use of cloning technology that should be supported, it is not ethical for us to condone the mass-production of sentient beings for the purposes of servitude in labour, combat, et cetera. We have droids for these purposes. This administration will endorse the banning of such, and advocate for sapient clones already produced through such means to be granted full citizenship -- affording them the right to choose their own path within the Alliance just as any other citizen."

Clasping his hands together, the Chancellor concludes, "the Podium will now recognize speakers on the subject."
 
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Cloning Technology within the Galactic Alliance & the Rights of Clones
HOLOPROJECTION, CONVOCATION CHAMBER
OFFICE OF THE LORD REGENT, KUAT

It was the age of reclamation.

Julius stood up from his seat, the blue holoprojection flickering only slightly, and then to Tagge, "Honorable Chancellor, Kuat seeks recognition." the Lord-Regent shifted his walking stick from one hand to the other. A nod. "Honorable Senators." then, "It has come to the attention of my administration that a certain batch of the clone remnant found on Lialic are the property of Kuat, legally purchased from the now-defunct Core Imperial Confederation. Hence, before casting the vote on the topic at hand, I would like to formally request the immediate repatriation of these clones back to Kuat."

"I yield the floor, Chancellor."

Emmen Tagge Emmen Tagge
 

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OBJECTIVE TWO - Project PHOBIA - ASSET DENIAL

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Ninth Galactic Alliance Expeditionary Fleet
High Anchor // Lialic's Orbit // Lialic System
MC140c Scythe -Class Main Battle Cruiser
"Eidolon II"

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Rubbing the bridge of her nose betwixt a pair of fingers, Jianna finally tore her gaze away from the hololithic tactical display after what felt like ages. Although time had seemingly lost all meaning to the Hapan-hybrid, a single glance at the display's integrated chronometre detailed that several hours passed. She sighed heavily as the realization blossomed within her mind. Who knew that tactical briefings could be so long-winded and dull? Sure, they were written by more experienced hands than hers, and contained nuggets of wisdom from time to time - but actually, reading them? Madness. Sadly, there was little else for her to do. The Holo-Facilities were booked by several of her Officers and Command Staff. Yeah, she could've rescinded them and utilized them herself - but that would've been foolish and ultimately petulant to act in self-indulgence.

She was better than that. At least when it came to her Crew. The guests and various passengers that were escorted aboard her warship from time to time would find their bookings mysterious erased, or double booked. More often than not - Jianna informed them that the Suites were unavailable due to technical malfunctions, only to relish in the digital escapism whilst her passengers fumed in their assigned quarters. While many straight arrows would say that she shouldn't bruise her authority in such manners - Jianna didn't care. So long as her passengers weren't members of GADF Command or important Foreign Dignitaries - there was no harm in redirecting their avenues of entertainment.

Jianna did the same thing with her Officer Cadre upon request. Sure, it was bending the rules, but they weren't harming anyone, and the morale of her Crew was important. While others merely expected their Crew to fall in line when commanded, the Hapan-hybrid knew better as she was once a fresh-faced Officer. Such figures would be mocked behind their collective backs, and that those Commanders wouldn't garner the most from their Crew since they only respected the Chair - not the person confined within. However, therein lay the issue of becoming friends with those serving under her Command - who would hate the difficult choices she'd have to make as a Commanding Officer.

So, Jianna did her best to be distant enough from her Officers so those connections wouldn't be made. But, as she did everything in her power to make sure that her authority was respected? The Captain was in good standing with a majority of her Crew. Well, minus her Second-in-Command, but that man was a hard-headed nutcase who wouldn't crack under pressure. In many ways, he was the one who kept Jianna on her toes. One false move and the man would likely stab her in the back, and take the Captaincy of the Eidolon for himself - leaving her to languish behind bars in the Brig.

"I'm sorry to disturb your ruminations, Captain," the Ship's A.I. spoke aloud, as his Avatar manifested atop the hololithic command table. "However, I thought it prudent to inform you of whispers near the edge of planet's stratosphere."

"Whispers?"
She asked, cocking a quizzical brow. Her hands move swiftly, manipulating the holographic images to showcase the details of what Virgil was seeking to inform her of. The probes that were deployed at the outskirts of the Expeditionary Fleet heralded little signs of anything resembling Whispers. The Cronau radiation that existed near the translation points were nominal, without any noticeable spikes that would often lead towards the possibility of a cloaked vessel slipping into the system. There were several other factors and pieces of information that she looked at - trying to sort out the alleged mess decluttering her manipulated projection.

All the while, Virgil ran his own checks - siphoning data from an encrypted network established by their distant droids.

"I don't see anything to suggest whispers of any sort, Virgil. If there was a cloaked vessel in our midst, they're doing a fairly decent job at concealing themselves from our sensors." What abnormal readings there were, weren't enough to justify taking any action outside passing that information up the chain of Command. However, over the last few weeks, Jianna found herself trusting her Ship's A.I. - knowing that Virgil wouldn't have said such a thing without just cause. Maybe the construct was being overly cautious? Who knew. In the end, however, it was worth sending a probe out to investigate.

"Virgil," Jianna began. "Task the Probe anchored near Em-Seven to plot a course to the Fourth Grid Allocation. Have it perform a multi-spectrum sweep of its surroundings, and see if you can get it to focus on any residual Tachyons. I have a feeling it won't come up with anything, but it can never hurt to be too careful."

"Oh,"
She said after thumbing her chin. "Let's be sure that Command knows of these Whispers just in case it turns out to be something. I don't want to risk rushing headlong into a cloaked warship with my pants down."



 
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Objective 3: Imperial Remnants and where to find them

The Corellian Council chambers had been a hive of activity since the assassination attempt on Senator Maou Maou and Yularen was lucky enough to have a cabinet of capable politicians. That was not his domain...At least it hadn't been officially. The life of any career officer was rife with the ugliness of the political world and he'd learned to navigate them...But the day to day was more a task for others, especially in times of crisis. His aides and the Councilors of Corellia had highly recommended Corellia abdicate its seat on the Senate until the Jedi Order were properly dealt with. His sister-in-law though had convinced him otherwise. He knew that Lisza was a fair woman and that justice would be served. In the meantime Corellia, on the Senate or not, was still a part of the Alliance and they were at war. They both needed one another now more than ever. Unity was key, at least on the surface. This wasn't the first Senate session he'd attended, but it would probably be one of his last as doctors had informed him that Kaito was well on his way to making a partial recovery and that more progress could be made over time. The man had finally woken up and the first thing he said to the Diktat was "Get me back on the floor." That was the Corellian in him.

Today though, they were talking about clones. The old soldiers of the Core Imperial Confederation. Bred quickly for war and security they weren't perfect...But they did the job well enough. Most of them at this point though, had only seen life for a handful of years and without the CIC had been scattered to the wind as slaves, transient workers, indentured servants, prisoners of war, and all manner of other things. Most of them got swept under the rug for exactly the reasons the Chancellor had laid out.

There were no laws regarding Clones and their status.

Voting for the abolition of sentient cloning was a no-brainer. It was the other clauses that he could not abide by. The Clones were many things...But people were not one of them. Gangs of them had been causing trouble in the Corellian Sector for months and they were popping up all over, integrating themselves into the Forgotten Sons of Corellia, one of the extremist groups that he was constantly dealing with in his sector. What he wanted to do was throw them all in a cage and let them rot, but brighter minds than his own had suggested they be put to work to earn their freedom in public works projects. You didn't have to be a citizen to do that...And granting them blanket citizenship when just as many clones had fled the Core as stayed? Irresponsible. There was too much data that needed collection first. Who were the templates based off of? Were they still alive? How many of each template were made? Just too many questions. He quietly tossed an approval vote in favor of Kuat.

"The Delegation of Corellia takes the Floor." He bellowed. His disk hovered to speaking position and locked into place. "How much do we really understand about the clones and their numbers? The Republic war prisons held thousands, many of them officers and thus responsible for their remnant's actions after the fall of the CIC. The public would surely balk at the idea of giving criminals and their oppressors blanket citizenship, thus allowing them to benefit from our social programs and benefits. The Clone Question is far too vast to be covered by a single bill. Corellia will support a motion to ban the cloning of sentient individuals, but this?" he gestured to the datapad,
"This is too much!"
 
The old Tepasi leers toward the holo-projection of Kuat's Lord-Regent as he speaks. Julius Loghain had come to represent almost everything that Emmen hoped the Alliance would never be. Even when the two found themselves on the same side of an argument, the motives driving them still managed to be as different as night and day. Loghain was a vile man as far as the Chancellor was concerned, but the Grand Convocation Chamber was no place to air his grievances with the Kuati's character. He turns his attention to the Corellian delegation without providing a response; his ability to block Julius' request would hinge on the Senate's ability to agree on the necessity of clone rights.

But the Delegation of Corellia had a fair point.

Full citizenship would be too much of a stretch. Indeed, some clones may have been altered to have increased aggressive tendencies or altered perceptions of specific races and concepts. They would have to be careful -- but there had to be a better options than simply do or do not.

"Diktat Nova, I find myself in agreement with the concerns you've presented and humbly retract my endorsement of full citizenship," he offers a bow of his head toward the repulsorpod carrying the Corellian representatives, "However,"

Emmen's eyes sweep the rotunda once more as he returns to speaking to all present, "as we prepare to take on a increased cloned population, it is our responsibility to discuss the matter of Clone Rights and come to an agreement, even if it is only a temporary one. If not citizenship outright, then at the least the same rights afforded to all sapient beings: a founding principle of this Galactic Alliance. These new arrivals could then be housed in our immigration facilities and be granted a fair opportunity to become a citizen like any other."
 
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HOLOPROJECTION, CONVOCATION CHAMBER
OFFICE OF THE LORD REGENT, KUAT

Julius nodded instinctively at the concerns Diktat Nova brought on the discussion. While that seemed enough to sway the Chancellor's initial position it still did not sway Tagge enough in regards to the clones' status as goods.

"Honorable Chancellor, Kuat seeks recognition." the Lord Regent raised his hand and continued. "Diktat Nova of Corellia brings a good point. The clones are a product of science. Artificially created to serve a certain purpose, not unlike droids and I do not see the movement for droid rights being on the agenda today. A batch of these clones are the rightful property of Kuat purchased with the credits of the people of Kuat for the people of Kuat. Kuat refuses to further a welfare state for clones." while his prose was delivered calmly it was certainly blunt. A military man, Julius felt naturally inclined to say things as they are rather than honey soak his tongue with 'diplomacy'.

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Vonar Ardinn watched as the Lord Regent made his statement. To the Lord-Imperator of Byss , the actions of Julius Loghain was bold though he supported them nevertheless. Clones were essential to the Byss Defense Force with Lord-Imperator having started a new initiative after the Battle of Byss , to rapidly re-militarize Byss and to recover from the Frozen Hand Campaign and the production of clones was essential to that initiative.

Soon enough , the Lord-Imperator's Repulsorpod moved forward and Vonar Ardinn made his statement. "Chancellor , Fellow Senators , Diktat Nova. Byss stands in support of giving clones equal rights to sapient beings but we will remain in opposition to the banning of further production of clones that have been essential in rebuilding and strengthening the Byss Defense Force. Following the Frozen Hand Campaign , Byss was affected the most with the majority of our Planetary Defense Destroyed during the Battle and our Planet disarmed in the aftermath." Vonar began.

"Given that we were heavily affected by the Frozen Hand Campaign many civilians were unwilling to join the Military resulting in our initially defense force numbering in only a few thousand members. Utilizing Clones was our primary method of rebuilding our military and thus banning the further production of clones would affect our ability to provide Byss with new troops to further ensure the protection of the Planet and to also provide security to the affected planets of the Frozen Hand Campaign in a negative way. With this i yield the floor."

As the Lord-Imperator's Repulsorpod moved back , Vonar Ardinn awaited the next statement from either the Corellian Dikat , the Kuati Lord-Regent or the Chancellor. However there was more to defending the production of clones then just needing Clones to defend Byss and the Deep Core Worlds affected by the Frozen Hand Campaign but rather the Spaarti Cloning Cylinders at Byss were utilized to provide a friend of Vonar Ardinn with a large Army needed for some sort of Malicious Plot.
 
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// Imperial Remants and Where to Find Them //
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As is tradition, Shute Gunray remained seated as others spoke, an unwrapped burrito from Taco Hutt resting on his bulbous belly. This time the Senator from Caamas was careful not to make a mess of himself, keeping stains and crumbs as far away from his pristine robe as possible. The subject at hand didn't particularly interest the neimoidian. Throughout the ages, clones have shown their use time and time again, managing to win what should've been an unwinnable war in the days of legend, the Separatist War. The might of Nute Gunray standing shoulder to shoulder with icons such as Wat Tambor, San Hill, and Count Dooku. If it hadn't been for the Jedi and their zealous use of space magic, the neimoidian knew the glorious droid armies would've overcome the insignificant clones and lay claim to the Core Worlds for good. Unfortunately, space wizards ruined it all, as they tend to do.

With a shake of his head, Shute Gunray pushed himself to his feet, his gargantuan form soon towering as only the Lord of Pestilence could. He stepped up to his own podium, the durasteel plating creaking beneath his almighty mass.

"The delegation from Caamas seeks recognition," Shute Gunray's clear voice of sheer awesome power echoed throughout the chamber. His repulsorpod drifted out before the rest of the Senate, dragging the eyes of many onto him. "My fellow senators, unsurprisingly, I must stand behind the side of justice in the face of such things like slavery or forced labor," he cleared his throat, small beads of sweat taking shape on his brow. "While the clones may have been developed to fight a war, they should not be used in such a manner. Though they are artificially created, they are still sentient beings. It would set a terrible precedent for the Galactic Alliance if we support something as horrific as slavery," Shute turned his attention to the Senator of Byss, his neimoidian head shaking from side to side. "I understand your sentiment, my friend, I do. However, your problem can be solved through the utilization of droids. Not only are they cheaper to produce, but also to train and arm. Byss will not be left defenseless. If need be, the people of Caamas will lend half of our planetary-side defenders to Byss. The GADF's presence, though welcome on Caamas, may see better use with you, my friend," Shute turned towards the Chancellor, lowering into a slight bow.

"Caamas is in agreement with your decision, Chancellor. We support banning the process of cloning sentients. We also support," Shute turned, motioning towards the representatives from Corellia. "Corellia, as we cannot be sure who or what the former clones serving the CIC may now represent. I recommend putting them through a similar process as we would refugees looking to make a home here in the Core. Thorough background checks, alongside psychological analysis. This process can be handled well enough on Caamas, if need be."

Shute Gunray's repulsorpod began drifting back towards its place.

"Caamas yields the floor, your eminence."
 

Fable Solborne

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It went against Fable's nature to not get involved when the wrong thing was happening. But she had been advised to be cautious, by both the marshals and her attorney. The investigation results she brought against Kaito would cause more than a scandal. It could tear the assembly apart. Certainly throw shade on everything they had worked to achieve. The legislation would need to be combed through for any sign of favoritism. It would be a mess. More importantly, if he was the crime lord that Lanik Dawnstar had discovered, that meant they would be contesting a major criminal organization. That would be a war they weren't prepared for. So, she had stayed quiet, taking notes, voting diligently, running analysis on proposals, legislation, and trends. But this? She needed to speak up.

She rose and her pod activated. "The Kalist delegation requests recognition." She took a deep breath and examined the various people who had spoken. Corellia. Byss. Caamas. She was deeply grieved to see Caamas represented by a Neimodian Corporatist, when they had one of the most ancient traditions of negotiation and diplomacy in the galaxy, with some legends even saying they had taught the ancient Jedi Order. Kuat. An interesting mix.

"Kalist endorses the bill to prohibit further sapient cloning. The ethics, morality, and danger of such technology are uncontrollable. Furthermore, the clones are, as indicated, sapient. Therefore, they have the same rights as all sentient within Alliance space, regardless of their origin. And as mentioned, they are a product of science. What of it?" She shrugged. "Many children are the product of science. Many parents are unable to have children on their own and resort to labs and science to help have children of their own. The implications of some of these comments is that because they are the result of science, they do not have the same rights. Such views are concerning. Shall we inform every parent in the Alliance who used science to have children that their children are not entitled to the same rights as everyone else?"

Fable paused and let the words sink in and everyone assess the meaning of the variety of words. Byss was the one that concerned her and would require the most delicate to dismantle. Kuat could be problematic, but the implications of a world with known strong Imperial connections and sympathizers building a clone army had definite issues. That would be another proposal. "As for repatriating the clones, the Galactic Alliance is not in the business of recognizing the claims of ownership of other sentient beings." With this, she looked directly at the Kuat and Byss delegations before sweeping back across the room.

"Here are the Kalist proposals. One- pre-existing clones be recognized as independent, sentient beings with all rights, privileges, and choices thereof while banning the production of further sentient clones. Two- all clone armies be disbanded, replaced by Defense Forces where necessary to ensure security against hostile incursions until a volunteer local defense force can be raised. Three- recognize clone soldiers as possible enemy combatants. Four- establish a process where clones are interviewed and assessed like all refugees from hostile space in order to determine their individuality, any sort of brainwashing, mental programming, and threat level. Five- If cleared, let them go free to start a new life in whatever option they choose. If not cleared, treat them as enemy combatants. We recognize that for some, their indoctrination and brainwashing is too deep to be undone easily. For others, they acted because it was all they knew and they felt they had no choice. These proposals are designed to identify the state of each individual, respecting their rights and assurances granted to all sentient beings while recognizing the concerns raised by other delegations in this discussion."

She stopped and considered. "For the clones who do not wish to be soldiers, Kalist will welcome them with open arms and help establish themselves as homesteaders and free settlers. Kalist cedes the floor."
 
"Kuat rejects the notion that clones are equal to sapient beings. Indeed, Senator Solborne, many a children are the products of science but they are genetically created without free will and genetically altered to serve a dedicated purpose; and that is where Diktat Nova and Senator Gunray have issued their concerns and the need of extreme vetting measures." Julius retorted to Senator Solborne's comments.

His head turned to the rest of the chamber, added, "Honorable Senators, banning the use of cloning for the purpose of fielding manpower for armed forces is a dangerous statement. Why should we, in war, pay the price with the blood of our citizens when there are viable alternatives? Who are we to dictate, for example, Lord-Imperator Ardinn's measures of rebuilding his world's ravaged security?" and back to Tagge, "Honorable Chancellor, if the Senate agrees on enforcing the Clone Rights Bill, then Kuat requests reparations amounting to the return of investment on the clones the people of Kuat have purchased for their security." It was a damn high gambit, he knew it but the dangers of setting a precedent for the future had to be highlighted.

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Objective Two - Project PHOBIA - Asset Recovery.

Equipment: See Signature / Biography.
Complement: Three Alliance Commandos (Sigma Squad,) One Chakram Repuslorcraft.


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When the knowledge of a recently uncovered and the catalogued device went missing - Sigma Squad was already deployed in the field. They were initially tasked with locating an unregistered shuttle. One that made an unauthorized descent towards the volcanic surface of the planet, and was projected to enter a heavily restricted area. What initially puzzled the Lieutenant was why the Shuttle was allowed to proceed towards the planet after it was discovered after seemingly appearing from nowhere. He supposed there was a reason, but whatever it was either made the Defence Force seem distracted with their Relief Duties, or the Navy wanted to pass off the responsibility to another Branch of the Expeditionary Force. Whatever the reason, Gideon's Commandos were now burdened by working with the Starfighter Corps, and the Local Authorities to locate their unwanted guests.

A heavy sigh of annoyance slipped through the Commando's thinly pressed lips, as the dots connected. The missing device and the sudden arrival of an unregistered shuttle? It was evident that someone from within the Defence Force, or the Local Government leaked the information regarding the newly acquired devices. That Shuttle on Lialic was likely their Rendezvous Point, so it was imperative that their location was found as soon as possible, and that their avenues of escape were severely limited. With the skies filling with patrolling Squadrons of Starfighters - it wouldn't be long until their Shuttle was intercepted. If the device was destroyed in the crash? Then there wouldn't be any worried, or enraged transmissions from High Command filling his terminal.

Instead, there would be some measure of gratification, followed by heaping piles of palpable disappointment. In the end, it was all the same to Gideon. All that mattered was that the mission was complete and that whoever these unwelcome intruders were - didn't escape with the ancient device.

In the Commando's mind, what made things interesting was that these intruders wouldn't be able to transfer their stolen cargo by air. Anything that wasn't bearing a secured Defence Force transponder would've been struck from the skies by a barrage of laser cannonade, or have their momentum arrested by tractor beams. So, with the avenues of their supposed opposition limited to surface and sub-surface travel. The latter would offer these intruders the most secure route to their Shuttle - but with the seismic disturbances rapid drilling underground drilling would cause? That rendezvous site would've been easy to locate, as they'd be forced to bore through the planet in a single direction.

That meant they'd likely take a Repulsorcraft over the Volcanic flats - using the heat haze and steam geysers as cover whilst they made their way towards their destination. The Alliance had the projected vector of the descending Shuttle, that was true. However, there were a plethora of factors that needed to be taken into account. The sensor anomalies on the planet's surface made it difficult to pinpoint their location - requiring a more old fashioned method to be employed in the search. Sigma was one of many Units of the Defence Force that were tasked with finding their newfound intruders. While others would be utilizing Local Speeders, Sigma was granted the opportunity to use one of the newer model Chakram's - which would be more than sufficient to knock out a Shuttle, and those who sought to defend it whilst the goods were being loaded.

It was only a matter of time before Sigma Squad or another dispatched element of the Alliance located their erstwhile prey.


 
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Objective 3 -
CLONE RIGHTS
Coruscant // Senate Chamber // A pod, oh god a pod

Your typical prototype


Her stomach was churning with a nausea she wasn't unaccustomed to. For the first few years out of the lab, it had been insatiable after breaking out of hyperspace. Without patronage to Ikkermill, it'd likely still be an issue. Either way, the muscles in her abdomen were clenched with discomfort.

Auteme Auteme had slid her a memo on the senate's agenda: Clone rights.

So Loske, the clone –– a spliced creature from the DNA of the former Grandmaster Kiskla Grayson and Jedi Master Marcello Matteo –– occupied a space in the massive mushroom-shaped building. Feeling completely overwhelmed and out of place.

Confidently, they conversation navigated through citizenship, the reality of being a person, products of science, slavery. Loske, bit her tongue to keep calm. She decidedly didn't much like these Kuat and Byss representatives.

Granted, they were talking about batches, groups and hoards of individuals that had been concocted for a purpose. She'd been chalked up as a failure, herself and her "brother". But if they'd been a success? The intent had been myriads. Or, maybe it hadn't. Kiskla Grayson had never wanted children. The pregnancy would have taken her from the battlefield; cloning was an option other than adoption.

Feeling exposed, she adjusted in her seat. It felt uncomfortable. Like it was made of tiny pinpricks rather than a padded cushion.

Glancing down at the navigations, she suddenly forgot how to be a pilot. There were forward and backward indicators. Ones that looked like it might make the pod orbit, or rotate. How did she work this thing? Tentatively, she put the heel of her palm against the small lever.

No way she could observe here. She had to say something.

"I uhm, ah, private party would like to be recognized on the floor? Guest speaker." And as a person. Thank you very much. Her voice sounded so loud through the mic, so she took a step back. "My name's Loske Matson, I'm a Jedi Padawan of the New Jedi Order and Executive Officer of Saber Squadron, of the Galactic Alliance's Starfighter Corps. And a product of science." She left out her other defining trait from the introduction: And I really hate public speaking.

"I was originally created as a clone from the DNA of the late Grandmaster Grayson and Jedi Master Matteo from the days of The Republic. The process was similar to any parents looking to have children conceived with in vitro fertilization, with an accelerated aging and training process." She'd never really said that out loud, and the words made her cheeks feel hollow. She'd never been so publictly outed. Once she'd found that out orginally, she'd questioned her individuality. Her purpose. Since that day, it had been her prerogative to make her own choices. She'd be damned if she didn't go against her ingrained grain.

"I can't speak for the clones discovered on Lialic, but I agree with the Senator of Kalist they should be given the chance to make their own choices. Like any citizen, they could be good choices, or otherwise. The repercussions are on them, like any citizen. Maybe they don't want to be come citizens of The Galactic Alliance –– that should also be a choice.

They absolutely should not be treated as property as Kuat's speaker is suggesting. They were created from sentience, and more than likely bare the same level of comprehension and emotional intelligence as...the majority of you."


An accusatory glance was sent in the direction of Julius Loghain Julius Loghain 's pod, as if to suggest Kuat notwithstanding.

"Depending on their origins and original intents, they could have the ability, like me, to grow beyond their original purpose. Make decisions to operate as any sentient is expected to. Find a cause, dedicate themselves to it. Be it family or galactic expansion. Like any other soldier that's operating under The Alliance's banner.

For the creation of new clones –– perhaps instead of outright denial there's an application process including intentions, purposes, quantities? Speaking about clones doesn't immediately suggest myriads marching in the streets. There could be collections of one or two at a time.

Consider even a plan to systematically handle failure before scaling. The team on Kiffu, where I'm originally from, did this before escalating prototypes into batches.

I plea for The Galactic Alliance to vote in favour of Clone Rights."


She was absolutely going to vomit after this.

"Thanks, I yield the floor. Please at me."
 
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