Heads of State, Council Meeting (Confederacy of Independent Systems)

[Derek Dib]

The Viceroy stood at the window overlooking the sprawling metropolis that was Golbah City. Once Golbah had been a massive spire that had raised to the heavens, a factory that the Geonosians toiled at daily with creating their Droid armies. A city of stone and metal that was more industrial then anything else. Yet it was destroyed in the past, a massive crateor all that had remained.

When the Confederacy had re-established itself a new city was formed not far from the original Golbah spire. Golbah City was born from the ashes of the old, reimagined to fit the new regime. And so technology was melded with the more traditional earthen cities of Geonosis in a unique amalgamation of old and new that was to be the crown jewel of Confederate Space. And so it was.

Five sectors represented what was the capital city. At the center was the Royal Sector, the hub of political power and decadence which was reflected in the establishments and businesses that adorned the sprawling center of the heart of the city. The tallest building rose from the center, overlooking all in a haughty, self importance that watched the city slowly waking with the dawn.

Derek stood with hands clasped at the small of his back observing the slow awakening as the streets began to fill with people. From the heights afforded from the top levels of the spire, the bustled resembled a multitude of ants who scurried about in activity. It was easy to see the others as lesser from the vantage point offered, and indeed, some if the Viceroyalty viewed them as such. But the time for tyrannical, self serving members of state had come to an end. The Viceroys were meant to be a voice of the people, for the people, representatives for their systems. They were to be servants of their worlds.

Turning back to the open room he moved around the large circular table observing the empty seats where the Viceroyalty would gather together for the council meeting. Unbuttoning the black suit jacket he poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher and moved back to the sprawling, grandiose view once more as he waited for the others to arrive.

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[member="Darth Metus"] I [member="Rex Taff"] I [member="Rapax"] I [member="Lyla Quinn"] I [member="Jasmine Zittoun "]I [member="Tmoxin Temi"] I [member="Galven Hansol"] I [member="Dalton Kenway"] I [member="Tamar M'Raki"] I [member="Jorco Czeku"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin stood back from Derek on the other end of the room, but the window was so expansive that she could also admire the view of Golbah City from afar. When the construction had originally started on the tower, she had strong reservations that it wouldn’t end up looking like a giant Verpine beehive, but the Vicerene had been pleasantly surprised at it’s mix of modern and traditional - at least for a planet as idiosyncratic as Geonosis

For a Hapan who’d glorified Imperial ideas for so many years, there was irony in her rise to power in the Confederacy. There had been struggle in her rise in general, but when you attempt to sabotage an entity made up of most of the powerful Sith in the galaxy at the time, you to keep a low profile for a year or two.

But the one thing that continually recharged her inspiration for politics were her continued ventures, especially as they related to Morpho Research Facilities and her promotion to Vicerene of Lok.

The Royal Sector, the name of which touched her Hapan heart and aptitude for palace intrigue, interested her the most out of Golbah City. And while Tmoxin had not made any scandalous waves for awhile, this was a new era in politics for her. For the people, by the people? It was not a philosophy she individually subscribed to, but she’d learned the hard way to keep those thoughts to herself.

Especially around Derek Dib who was the light to her dark.

Walking over to him in high heels and a velvet black suit, she perused the table internally mourning the lack of an expensive red wine and said, “You seem relaxed and in your element, Viceroy Dib. Was there an agenda sent prior, or are there flimsis somewhere to outline the meeting topics?"

There was a hint of mirth in her voice as the pair were more than just friends, but as always, their true relationship remained as enigmatic as the Sphere of Mysteries. And for the moment, this suited the red-haired Hapan just fine.

[member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Darth Metus"] I [member="Rex Taff"] I [member="Rapax"] I [member="Lyla Quinn"] I [member="Jasmine Zittoun "] I [member="Galven Hansol"] I [member="Dalton Kenway"] I [member="Tamar M'Raki"] I [member="Jorco Czeku"]​

 

[Ravenfire]

Rex had arrived on planet a day earlier to check the hospitals and the droid factories. A surprise visit he had called it, he was not disappointed by the quality of the services on offer. All the hospitals were up to code and so were the droid factories. The droid factories had also started production on the Rakghoul Droids and even the update versions of the Aqua Droids he had created. He even got to see the first batches made, he was very impressed.

While he had been wandering he had explored all 5 of the districts, but none of them compared to the Royal Sector in the centre. The hub of political power and decadence. The businesses and establishment were nice and classy something very different to the rest of the city, he kind of enjoyed the difference. Still he would have preferred to meet in any other part of the city, he felt out of place in the Royal Sector, especially since he was in his Raven Armour. He was still a military man at heart and never leaves to any planet without his armour.

Arriving at the tower in the centre, he was immediately let through as he was expected. They even let him through with his armour, but he handed over all his weapons to the security. He knew he didn't need any of them. It was a political meeting not combat, but as with armour he never left without weapons either. A bit of call back to his early days with the Chiss special forces.

Taking an elevator up to his destination, he gets off at the top floor. He walks into the meeting room, two other people already present. One was looking out the window ([member="Derek Dib"]) and the other was walking towards him ([member="Tmoxin Temi"]) she seemed to ask him something about a meeting. So he asked "Excuse me am I in the right room, for the Viceroys' meeting?" He asked slightly puzzled expecting more people to be there.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Lyla Quinn"] [member="Jasmine Zittoun "][member="Galven Hansol"] [member="Dalton Kenway"] [member="Tamar M'Raki"] [member="Jorco Czeku"]

 

[Dalton Kenway]

Dalton Kenway rode up in the turbolift with two of his Confederacy escorts to the meeting of Viceroyalty. He stood still, looking up as the small blue LED indicated their ascent up above Golbah City towards the meeting at the top of the spire.

Following the assaults on Kamino and most recently Tatooine and Haseria, the newly appointed Viceroy of Falleen was eager to try his other strength of diplomacy and governance, with no need for blasters or rifles to make a point. From his time on Corellia and his staunch upbringing, Dalton lived for what he held dear and he would do anything to uphold the law and justice he was subscribed to. The Confederacy had stood against those trying to burn systems to the ground, just like Corellia had been, so Dalton would stand by them in their resilience against the tyrants.

Slowly, the turbolift came to a smooth stop.

The doors parted and greeted not just by an expansive view, Dalton saw others. Not a meeting in full swing thankfully, so he wasn’t late, but only a handful proving he wasn’t the first.

Dalton walked out dressed in his finer emerald green, black and gold attire, complete with cloak and gloves and the Corellian sword sheathed by his side and blaster on his hip. As he stepped out with a neutral smile to greet the fellow Viceroyalty, the escorts slinked to the side to stand and wait and observe.

”I certainly hope so, because I’m here for the same thing,” he said, hearing the young man’s comment. He cast his eyes over the others in wide-spanning welcome. ”Good day everyone. Dalton Kenway, Viceroy of Falleen and General of the Confederacy.”

[member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Rex Taff"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Lyla Quinn"] | [member="Jasmine Zittoun "]| [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Galven Hansol"] | [member="Tamar M'Raki"] | [member="Jorco Czeku"]

 

[Chikako Liona]

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The young Echani mainly kept to herself while seated at the large conference table that seemed a little too vacant now, many planets still waiting for a Viceroy to be appointed to them. At the very least she was getting somewhere, spending month after month attending gatherings representing the CIS on many occasions and just helping where she could, but despite all this, simply because of her age she remained just an average ambassador. It was vexing, for other maybe inspiring some sort of anger, but no, Chikako was calm, collective, not rash in her judgment, the patient scheming type, one that would pounce upon its next chance to rise the political ladder.

Fortunately for her such a chance arose not long after the ordeal on that stupid spider planet, a certain [member="Derek Dib"] catching light of the Echani's failed Viceroy application proceeding to invite her to this meeting on the notion of a possible governmental role. What that would be she did not know, but it had to be better than her current position and would hopefully provide some useful experience for when she did come of age to rule a planet. For now, Chikako would have to wait until everyone arrived, [member="Tmoxin Temi"] being already here unsurprising, followed closely behind by [member="Dalton Kenway"] the and a relatively new face [member="Rex Taff"], both asking pretty much the same question as each other. Though the Fallen Viceroy’s comment seemed a bit off, a ruler and general? was he referring to the planetary forces that were under his command or was the man apart of the Iron Crusade ranking structure? As far as Chikako knew only Aya Clarke was the military General... ba military ranks never made any sense to her.

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[Lyla Quinn]

“Viceroy and General?” The lift closed quietly and Lyla Quinn strolled up behind [member=Dalton Kenway], a good-natured smirk on her face. “Well, aren’t we overachieving.” She paused at his side, taking quick stock of the others before clapping the man amicably on the arm and offering her hand in greeting. The smirk cracked, revealing a genuine smile. “Lyla Quinn, pleasure to finally meet you, Kenway. Not that waving awkwardly at you from my ship every mission hasn’t been fun,” she joked, remembering their latest on Haseria.

The Twi’lek noted his fine Corellian attire, raising an eyebrow as she caught sight of [member=Tmoxin Temi]’s sharp, flattering business casual and [member=Chikako Liona]’s serene elegance. “Guess I’m a little under-dressed,” she commented. “Oops.” Her boots were covered in a fine film of red-brown Rylothian dirt, and there were one or two new holes in her brown leather jacket and worn-out smuggler basic day wear that hadn’t been patched yet, but the newly minted Viceroy wasn’t about to hire a stylist and worry about how shiny her lekku were or what color to paint her nails for meetings. Quinn was a spacer, and she was determined not to let her new role in the CIS change anything for her. “So, is it Viceroy Kenway, or General Kenway? Or are you holding out on us and there’s a third fancy title somewhere?”

| [member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Rex Taff"] | [member=Galven Hansol] | [member=Darth Metus] | [member=Rapax] | [member=Jasmine Zittoun] | [member=Tamar M'Raki] | [member=Jorco Czeku] |​

 

[Derek Dib]

The Viceroy of Siskeen turned from the panoramic view to gaze upon the red headed Hapan. It never ceased to amaze him, her ability to dominate a room with merely her presence and narry a word spoken. He still couldn't decide if it was due to he Hapan heritage, her training with the Sith, or her force of will and personality. A genuine smile danced across his face as he answered her query.

"In matters of state, isn't there always an agenda followed by a hidden goal? You look stunning Ms. Temi. I believe Viceroyalty suits you."

Quickly several people entered in rapid succession and he turned fully away from the window to near the table, hands still loosely clasped at the small of his back. Motioning to the table with a slight nod if his head he turned to make eye contact with each individual that had arrived. Viceroys, a minister, and his youthful protege stood with questions and light bantering, specifically from the Viceroy of Ryloth. They were a diverse group, yet wasn't that the purpose of the Confederacy.

"Yes, this is the correct place Minister Taff. And welcome Mr Kenway, unless you prefer general, Ms Quinn and Ms Liona. This is Ms Temi, to my left, and I am Derek Dib. Please feel free to call me Derek. Shall we?"

Motioning to the table with his left hand his right unbuttoned the the suit jacket and slid the chair out from the table. He paused to wait for the ladies to sit first. His left tapped lightly on the table top, sensors triggering and causing a revolving hologram to come alive at the center of the table while holo screens lit up in front of the chairs reflecting what was displayed but for ease of closer inspection. The systems of the Confederacy floated above the table.

Glancing at the comlink that flashed on his side of the table his eyes skimmed the message that alerted him to the arrival of the ViceLord in the citadel. A slight nod and his dark eyes rimmed lightly with red viewed the others.

"Today is the first meeting of the Viceroyalty of this incarnation of our government. Yet despite the similarities shared with the predecessors, we are unique. We stand for freedom from oppression, the right for independence, the need for neutral ambiguity, and above all else, unity."

Motioning to the revolving map of Confederate space he continued.

"Turmoil. War. Battles both domestic and abroad. From a certain point of view we are a warmongering nation. But we are not built on tyranny and war. We are meant to stand together strong yet independent, as our name implies. We are the Confederacy of Independent Systems. And as such we, the Viceroyalty, are tasked with quite possibly the most important task. We are to foster stability, to push for economic growth, build ties between our worlds, to be the mouth piece of our people. It is our duty and responsibility to make our systems better then what they are."

Taking his seat he slid the chair closer to the table and calmly looked at his new found brothers and sisters.

"The Galaxy sees us as warriors, a military power. They see our Knights Obsidian and witches and our Mandalorians. But what they haven't yet seen is our diplomacy, our willingness to find mutual bonds that unite us with our allies. They have yet to see what we, as independent systems, have to offer. So to that affect we are convening. If we are to show a united face, we must truly be united in reality."

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[member="Darth Metus"] I [member="Rex Taff"] I [member="Rapax"] I [member="Lyla Quinn"] I [member="Jasmine Zittoun "]I [member="Tmoxin Temi"] I [member="Galven Hansol"] I [member="Dalton Kenway"] I [member="Tamar M'Raki"] I [member="Jorco Czeku"] I [member="Chikako Liona"]

 

[Jorco Czeku]

The sleazy Rodian knew that he was a tad late. Opening the doors to the meeting hall he walked in. Since this was his second public appearance since the battle of Tatooine, and the his masked in the party afterwards his fellow Viceroys got to see a rather nasty scar on running down the right side of his face. His gained this after his B-Wing crashed. He was wearing a dark grey pinstripe suit, with a red boutonniere. Looking somewhat like a stereotypical mob boss, which he was. This was still quite new to him. One day being a simple gang leader to the Viceroy of Rodia brought a tad bit of culture shock to him.

Sadly all but one of the diplomats he recognized, and that was [member="Chikako Liona"] who he met at the party. "My apologies" Jorco said before crossing his arm over his chest in the typical Rodian salute. "My new ship was haveing engine troubles..." At least that was his excuse. After getting that out of the way he took a seat at the table to the left side.

[member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Lyla Quinn"] | [member="Chikako Liona"] |[member="Dalton Kenway"] |[member="Rex Taff"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"]​

 

[Chikako Liona]

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Chikako gave a small wave to [member="Lyla Quinn"], the smuggler Twi'lek being someone she could relate to, both nobles that had to leave their home for some reasons, living rather energetic lives before once again coming to their respective positions. And though the young Echani did not really look the part of an experienced spacer much anymore if the chance present itself she would not hesitate to put on a causal outfit and go vibro sword swinging again, after all a smugglers life is how she had been living her life before coming a representative.

Now with most of the important people assembled it was time to talk [member="Derek Dib"] wasting no time getting into a thick speech about change, difference ending oppression, and how other people felt about them. In truth the Galactic Empire, First Order and Sith Empire call everyone they are against corrupt and evil, ironic much? it gave a nice old laugh when you needed one. Still Derick was quite the inspiring man, more so then his bother Muad, that person was just straight up insane, not there was anything bad about that.

With the end of the speech Chikako could not help but clap a little, though the sound of her hand hitting one another being droned out by the door opening, a familiar looking Rodian coming to join with them. "Oh hello [member="Jorco Czeku"], nice of you to meet with us", she replied to the green skinned man, still seemed odd for him to be a Vicroy, never gave the feel of a planetary head, more as a front line fighter, but that was how the confederacy work, after all makes sense for Rodia to be governed by a Rodian.

[member="Dalton Kenway"] - [member="Rex Taff"] - [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

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[Ravenfire]

Rex had seen some of these people before but not all. Being told this was the right place Rex sat down at the table and he listened to [member="Derek Dib"]. He agreed with the man on everything he had said, which was why he had actually shown up on planet a couple of days earlier to look over everything running here from hospitals to droid factories. He looked over everyone present and what he knew.

[member="Dalton Kenway"] was the viceroy of falleen and also a general good to know. Derek was the viceroy of Siskeen hopefully he was nothing like his brother the witch shaman he had met. The small echani he had seen before at the same place he had met Maud her name was [member="Chikako Liona"], but he had nothing on her. [member="Tmoxin Temi"] was the viceroy of Lok, she also had the feel of the force about her. [member="Lyla Quinn"] was the viceroy for Ryloth, the woman was well know among the CIS. Then finally their final joiner [member="Jorco Czeku"] the viceroy for Rodia. He knew there were more of them but they were either late or busy.

"If you want a united face I can of course help with that by setting up hospitals and scientific cross overs but without a minister for commerce nor one for Influence, you will have to fill those roles between yourselves." He waited to see how that would go down. "I am also in talks with multiple people from outside the CIS to potentially become allies with them."

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

The Hapan redhead watched the CIS assemble, nodding at the Viceroy of Science and Mr. Kenway, the Viceroy of Falleen. Behind the General an attractive, slightly scruffy Twi’lek slid up to give him a playful jab. “Viceroy of Ryloth?” Tmoxin guessed aloud. Truth be told she was not completely up on the political roster, and that was her best guess.

Perhaps in the past she may have had uncharitable thoughts over the alien holding such a powerful position, but like a patina of green over gold, time had worn away some of her xenophobia.

I wonder if a trip to Hapes may polish up that gilded veneer, she mused?

But no, for now she knew what the Southern Systems held, a reckless type of equality which had kind of rubbed off on her. Derek certainly embodied it as he gave her a bold compliment in front of the entire delegation which brought a rose-colored blush to her freckled cheeks. His presence both thrilled her and calmed her all at the same time, which was a welcome change from her droll administrative duties as Vicerene. How minor bureaucrats could blather on sometimes with their lobbying and endless requests.

Tmoxin realized hat timing was everything, yet the pace of her own life appeared to be going at an excessive speed. Still the Hapan knew better than to distract Viceroyal Dib during these proceedings, yet she had an important digital delivery for him.

With a sharp glance to a greasy Rodian who practically tumbled into expansive room, the Lok Vicerene took her attention off of Dib for a moment. Tapping on her datapad as though she were just checking the weather on Geonosis (surprise, dry and dusty!), she sent him the following message with an encrypted attachment.

“You’re the only one I trust,” it read. “Open this later.”

Once the dark haired Force User could get to it - likely after all of the proceedings were over - he would see that it was a legal contract of some kind, detailing Tmoxin’s holdings and designating Derek as beneficiary with some various stipulations.

Suddenly the Hapan piped in but her voice had a far-away resonance to it. “Good idea, Mr. Taff. I’m sure we can fill those positions in a hurry if we have to. The Confederacy has no lack of funding.”

[member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Darth Metus"] I [member="Rex Taff"] I [member="Rapax"] I [member="Lyla Quinn"] I [member="Jasmine Zittoun "]I [member="Galven Hansol"] I [member="Dalton Kenway"] I [member="Tamar M'Raki"] I [member="Jorco Czeku"]

 

[Dalton Kenway]

As a few others followed him into the room, an obvious dig at his introduction came from the figure of a Twi’lek – one [member="Lyla Quinn"] who looked more like a smuggler or pilot than a Viceroy. But who was he to judge by appearance? To some he could be compared to a walking leaf kitted out with a cloak and sword.

”The Viceroy title belongs to the Confederacy, Miss Quinn,” he said, taking her hand and shaking it warmly, ”but General is what I carry from my position on Corellia.”

She was the one flying the Corellian craft on Haseria it seemed. So she was a damn GOOD pilot.

”Just two, for now. And the pleasure is all mine. Please,” he indicated to the table and chairs.

Dalton looked over to [member="Derek Dib"] hosting the meeting and gave an affirming nod before, after being the gentleman and letting the ladies sit, he followed suit next to Lyla, pushing his cloak to the side to avoid sitting on it and resting one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other on the table as their host began.

It was a varied collection of people – a mix of species from across the galaxy. Dalton followed suit and spoke up when he had a free window.

”Systems are fuelled by the hot air others akin to our position produce across the galaxy with their words of good intent, yet they fail to make good on their words with actions. I would like to propose over a time we can all meet and support each other on the planets they govern. To meet the citizens, see first-hand the effect of what the war has brought to our worlds and see where our unique strengths lie in helping.”

He swept a casual hand before those watching him.

”Such as keen warriors, diplomats, scientists,” he shot a smirk to Lyla beside him, ”or hot-shot pilots.”

Dalton returned to the congregation.

”Meet the people. See the worlds ourselves. See what YOU see as a strength or weakness. Identify what we can bring to the people to solidify their faith in us.”


[member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Rex Taff"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Jasmine Zittoun "]| [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Galven Hansol"] | [member="Tamar M'Raki"] | [member="Jorco Czeku"] | [member="Chikako Liona"]

 

[Tamar M'Raki]

The meeting had already begun, the viceroys had gathered and the proceedings were underway. It was the perfect nightmare for any inexperienced politician or fledgling diplomat, but the young princess took the events in stride. She had not intended to arrive late, the notion unbecoming of her in both stature and nature, but as she strode across the threshold of the room the others had gathered in she carried herself with a cold, dignified poise; she would not let them see her bend under her own displeasure.

Stepping lightly in pace with her steps, until she reached the door, was a male Lyrkon who stood just inches taller than her, a man far more cautious than she appeared and far more physically capable. It was when they split company that she glanced around the room slowly, her eyes falling on each respective viceroy at a time with moments each, carefully calculating. Her attention paused momentarily on the Twi'lek and the Minister of Science, their green visible in their demeanor to the eyes of one trained to notice it.

Icy, glowing blue eyes stared piercingly through the room as she listened to the words being exchanged. She knew the capability of her people, the stance of their military, science and technology, yet it was that of the others she was pressingly concerned for. She had not come to be told the state of other planets, nor to be instructed how to manage her own world as she readily placed such obligations in the Emperor. Her goal, her intent and obligation was to contribute; or attempt so in a galaxy so unwilling to flex under their own flaws.

If there were anything noticeable about the young Lyrkon princess, it was that she was one of few words.

[member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Rex Taff"] | [member="Dalton Kenway"] | [member="Lyla Quinn"] | [member="Jorco Czeku"] | [member="Chikako Liona"]

 

[Lyla Quinn]

Should she say something?
She felt like she should say something.

Already feeling ridiculously out of place, Quinn knew if she opened her mouth, the chances of unintentionally solidifying her Podunk status here were high, and the more she listened to everyone speak the heavier the weight of her new job began to settle on her shoulders. She'd had little time since Tatooine to truly grasp the details of what she'd agreed to, and now… now things were finally sinking in.

She was a Viceroy.

She ran a planet.

A PLANET. Not a crew, not a gang, a mothafethin' WORLD. And aside from picking out what couch she wanted in her 'office' and writing up a rough draft of 'Things I Wanna Accomplish As A Leader', well, unprepared was a good word for where she was on all fronts.

'Not to be disrespectful or whatever, but…why me?' had been the first thing out of her mouth when the Vicelord had asked her to fill the position. The solid answers he'd given had made sense back then. Now, Quinn was struggling to remember them.

For a split second, the Twi'lek felt panic stake her in the heart for the first time in a very long time. It was short-lived, you didn't grow up a pirate and successfully lead a crew without knowing how to hold yourself together under pressure of any kind, but she could feel it under her rib-cage, coiled, waiting to strike again. Figures. Monsters and bloody battle? Not a problem. A room full of politicians? Kark me sideways, where's the exit?

Control would get her through this. Good think she'd learned a LOT of that early on. But it wouldn't do to pretend to be like the others. She did enough pretending on a daily basis. So, like the easy-going smuggler she'd fashioned Lyla Quinn after, she embraced her situation.

Podunk reputation and all.

Looking quite comfortable in her out-of-placeness, the definitely-not-a-politician nodded approvingly at the ideas being shared, leaning forward to rest both elbows on the table. "I like it, General," she said to Dalton, lacing her fingers together. "Can't be united if we don't have an understanding of everyone else's planets and situations, and putting it all in a document no one's gonna bother reading doesn't help the Confederacy. Everyone here visits each of our worlds, sees things with their own eyes." She shrugged, extending her gaze to the rest of the gathered beings. "Maybe… build the visits around an event unique to your planet? Give us a taste of the culture, let us see your people in action, that kind of thing. Best way to learn, I've found."

| [member=Tamar M'Raki] | [member="Dalton Kenway"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Rex Taff"] | [member="Chikako Liona"] | [member="Jorco Czeku"] | [member="Derek Dib"] | ​

 

[Derek Dib]

Derek leaned back slightly as his fellow Viceroys and the minister began sharing ideas. He didn't desire to see the Viceroyalty stagnate and wither into a den of immoral greed, iniquity, and corruption. And looking at the others who were attending the meeting he had a sense that they were, indeed, like minded.

As Rex began to lay out his suggestion his datapad blinked with a message on his personal frequency. Eyes narrowed slightly as he lightly tapped the screen in curiosity. Very few had his personal contact and as he read the message and sender he gave no noticeable sign externally. Clearing the screen he saved the attachment to a private server for downloading and reading later. Eyes refocused on the conversation at hand.

Nodding as the council participated and contributed which thrilled the man as opposed to many governments who utilized "Yes Men". Glancing at the Lyrkon who entered he waited for her to sit before turning once more to the topics.

"Minister, I would agree with you. Confederacy sanctioned medical facilities and scientific research buildings would be most welcome on most of our planets. Perhaps there could also be universities commissioned and these locations could be on a campus that could also contain embassies for visiting dignitaries, Confederate allies of state, and foreign diplomats."

Pausing to allow the suggestion to ruminate for a moment he continued.

"I agree with your suggestion General Kenway. And your thoughts would certainly make for a more complete visit, Viceroy Quinn. That way we can see not just what is typical of a visit but experience some of the cultural differences each of our systems have to offer."

Leaning forward he lightly tapped the surface of the table as he collected his thoughts.

"Something we may wish to discuss is what resources do we have as independent systems that could be beneficial for our fellow systems. What one if us have in abundance another may be lacking, and vice versa. If we strengthen our worlds then isn't that the whole purpose? I'm tired of seeing these planets and systems that either join us freely , or those who ask for our assistance, broken. Orphans, financially unstable, under defended, no higher learning opportunities. If we can create ties here, between our worlds, not only can we change our worlds for the better, but we can effect a change to new member worlds and even those outside of Confederate borders."

"So, are there any thoughts on these subjects before we move forward with our first votes?"

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[member="Darth Metus"] I [member="Rex Taff"] I [member="Rapax"] I [member="Lyla Quinn"] I [member="Jasmine Zittoun "]I [member="Tmoxin Temi"] I [member="Galven Hansol"] I [member="Dalton Kenway"] I [member="Tamar M'Raki"] I [member="Jorco Czeku"] I [member="Chikako Liona"]

 

[Jorco Czeku]

Sitting by he listened to the other viceroys speak. Part of him was tempted to request something very scummy. In the art of corrupt leadership, or kleptocracy. A technique on getting what was practically free money from other leaders and good people was to put up a charity to help with a planets poor conditions. People fund the charity, but little do they know the money often goes straight to the government and its autocratic leaders. Often the very people that cause such conditions. It was an effective but highly immoral way to get money for the government to money so the leaders can pay the keys to power below them.

However, fortunately Rodia was in no such position to request such a thing. Unlike the days of the old republic when the planet and its people were starving. Back in darker days of the confederacy when it trick the planet's leaders in exchange for aid that it'd never get. This was something Jorco certainly didn't forget.

Looking over he nodded to [member="Chikako Liona"] after she spoke to him. "Hello to you as well my dear. It's quite an honor to be here in the company of fellow viceroys." He said rather politely. He would listen intently to [member="Derek Dib"] talk about visiting other planets and find what was the most mutually beneficial. Personally Jroco didn't have much to say. "Well, after hearing what I've heard so far I'm ready to vote."

[member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Lyla Quinn"] | [member="Tamar M'Raki"] | [member="Dalton Kenway"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Rex Taff"] | [member="Chikako Liona"]​

 

[Chikako Liona]

Ah so [member="Dalton Kenway"] was a general from the Correlian Confederacy or FWC, did that mean he held two separate seats of office? or 'was' past tense, a general and 'was' no longer? Whatever the case he was quite the charismatic man, his speech about meeting here and support being causal but also serous in tone though it seemed he could not help but do a little bit of flirting the the Rylthoian representative. Who could blame him, the Kenway probably appreciated a goo pilot and someone with field experience, and among the human comity Twi'leks where often regarded as very attractive.

As for Miss [member="Lyla Quinn"], her response proposal was rather, initiative, using special events festivals and other events to gen an idea for the way other planets worked, their cultural values, customs, would also be more entertaining then sitting around a board room talking. Being a freighter captain of sort Lyla probably had a lot of experience visiting other planet, and most likely would know how to make a good time out of anything.

[member="Derek Dib"] appeared to be all for this type of arrangement, along with the proposal for sharing resources among the different planets, after all that ws what made an empire strong, not an overwhelming military, not the amount of cash in the autocrats pockets. No it was the ability to share recourse to between planets without trade rights and other problems, the ability to help each place grow as a community, not simply take them over and see what benefits you could flees out of them like the Sith Empire.

Concentrating on the discussion she did not notice [member="Jorco Czeku"] come and sit by, "oh, hello again Lord Czeku, it is nice to see you again, how royal life treating you? the last time the two had met was at a dance, the Rodian wearing a sill beak shaped mask. As for the new vote that was to take place, well she was unable to take part, not yet a Viceroy, silly have to be over 18 rule, even despite her noble heritage and lack of planetary rulers, 'guess I will just sit to the side for the time being and let the grown up take care of business, listen and learn'.

[member="Jorco Czeku"] - [member="Derek Dib"] - [member="Lyla Quinn"] - [member="Tamar M'Raki"] - [member="Dalton Kenway"] - [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin did not judge Dalton Kenway’s dress. Hapan men had a similar old-world type flair. And while she held little fondness for aliens in general, she held a silent gratitude that at least the Viceroy of Ryloth was a Twi’lek and female. She spoke well but only needed to shine up those rough edges. Perhaps the Dark Jedi would send her a Hapan-tailored gown for their next affair together, and Miss Quinn would not think it was out of pity or charity.

Tmoxin smiled at her suggestion. “Vicerene Quinn is right. Once I built Morpho Sports Complex from the bones of an Imperial Garrison, it turned Lok into one of the most popular tourist destinations in the Southern Systems.” Despite its sulfur smell.

Derek spoke, and the Blood Monarch gave him her full attention now, knowing he had seen her message and impressed that he did not react either way. Did she hope he would? Did he-?

Stop, you are not the most important person in the room now, she thought. This is Viceroy Dib’s meeting, and you will not derail it with your need for attention.

“Speaking of financially unstable, where will the funding come from for both investments in science and this bid for tourism? Where will the funding come from?”

While she was aware there was likely a tax that the Confederacy collected, perhaps the percentage was too small?

“In terms of science and technology, Morpho Research is slightly hamstrung by it’s location on Kamino. Perhaps we build a secondary facility in a safer sector? But I digress. Viceroy Dib, I am merely thinking aloud. Please continue.”

[member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Darth Metus"] I [member="Rex Taff"] I [member="Rapax"] I [member="Lyla Quinn"] I [member="Jasmine Zittoun "]I [member="Galven Hansol"] I [member="Dalton Kenway"] I [member="Tamar M'Raki"] I [member="Jorco Czeku"]

 

[Ravenfire]

Rex nods at what Tmoxin said they could fill the positions later. She was right they could. Then Dalton suggested they met the people, their citizens. He wanted to see the strength and weaknesses for himself. True Rex thought True that would be smart. He was about to say something until Lyla started speaking. He waited to hear what she would say.

He was surprised by what she suggested. Use the visits to get across each others culture. That was something Rex had already seen by quietly appearing on everyone's planet already and checking the conditions of each. He defiantly had his work cut out for him, some planets haven't ever had health care. He had to place the infrastructure which meant some military trained doctors had to be taken to create hospitals. He had gotten academics from all over CIS space to start at least one university on each planet at the capital usually. He had done all without anyone else catching wind of it.

Which is why he wasn't surprised when Derek had started talking about them. He had no idea none of them did. He hadn't thought of diplomats thought, that wasn't his area as much. Then he spoke about joining worlds. Well that's what I have been doing not that any of you have caught on yet. Then Jorco was ready to vote, obviously the rodian was happy with the suggestions. The young echani couldn't vote as she was to young to be a viceroy yet.

Rex then listened to Tmoxin again. She was build a stadium on her planet, he remember getting into the construction site, It would most certainly be most useful to make allies with other systems. She asked where the funding would come from. Rex would wait till she finished to say anything. She then asked about a company obviously owned by her, asking if she could move it into safer space. Time to tell all.

"For those who aren't aware, I have already started setting up infrastructure on all planets within CIS space for hospitals as well as higher learning opportunities. It was always my intention when taking this position to do so especially after monastery." He was talking about the rouge scientists and the mutated beasts. "Some were easier than others, due to this however, we had to limit R&D in military. Luckily we also allied ourselfs with the mandalorians and made a contract with mandal arms. Due to this I have been able to focus even more money into it speeding up the process." He smiled at all of them. "As for your tourism use the ministry of influence money, they have a decent funding even without a minister." Then turning to Tmoxin "If you wish to move a company to CIS space, we will need to speak later now is not the time Tmoxin. However I am also ready to vote."

[member="Darth Metus"] I [member="Rapax"] I [member="Lyla Quinn"] I [member="Jasmine Zittoun "] I [member="Galven Hansol"] I [member="Dalton Kenway"] I [member="Tamar M'Raki"] I [member="Jorco Czeku"] I [member="Derek Dib"] I [member="Tmoxin Temi"] I [member="Chikako Liona"] I [member="Tamar M'Raki"]

 

[Tarssin Destat]

Location: System Castagne en route to Geonosis
Objective: Meet with Heads of States of the CIS





"The recent attacks on the FWC by the sith needs to be kept a vigil eye on." Tarssin said as he were being escorted to the shuttle that would take him up to the awaiting Castan Capital ship.

"Our ravens have had difficulties transmitting their reports from TSE space since that faction has fronted an assault of thr three key systems of the FWC. But our ravens in the FWC have been giving us up to the minute reports on the situation plaguing those sectors. Seems there are many rebellions uprising on many other FWC systems. We're still piecing it all together to see if it is all sith orchestrate, Sir." His Secretary of State informed him, just as they reached the Cabinet's High Council shuttle.

"Good...stay vigli and get to the source of all that is ailing that faction. This attack on FWC is not to be taken lightly, as it brings the sith closer to CIS space." Tarssin replied, just before he boarded.

Then turning at the ramp's threshold, he looked over Castantine, the capitol city of Castagne.
"We can't ill afford to be taken by surprise. Stay on our ravens...nestle them deep." He then turned and went inside as the ramp came up and sealed the shuttle.

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Tarssin sat in the private Council Chambers of the shuttle, making a last minute download of all the pertinent data of the invasion to their neighboring faction. He weren't chancing to do a wireless transfer as it detailed some of his key ravens (agent/spies) nestled deep within both the TSE and FWC factions.

Was he concerned of what was taking place around the borders of the Confederacy? Yes he was, as their system too could be next. He never underestimated the sith and their allies the Imperials. It were why Castagne had been a free world for nearly 200 years. Their induction into the CIS had come not too long ago and the progression had been in careful steps. He had been Head of Cabinet on Castagne for many decades now and had to take on the additional title of Viceroy since the induction. Viceroy was not something by which Castagne had ever used. But Viceroy meant the same as Head of Cabinet on his system, as he had been elected to oversee all of the system executive branches of government.

"Sir...we're coming up on docking." A young security officer informed him.

"Good..thank you Lieutenant." he replied, putting to sleep his holo-pad.

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The capitol ship jumped into hyperspace.
Tarssin were en route to Golbah City the new capitol of Geonosis. The jump would take several hours and he took the time to look over the other heads of states that were to be at this meeting. He had not yet officially met any of them, but his Cabinet representatives had, among other dignitaries and executives whom had established trade, commerce and exchange of military tech. Castagne was now a state within this Confederacy and their concern was his and visa versa.

He took the opportunity to reach his daughter, whom had provided him a collective file he was just going over on the other Heads of State. This was more of a personal call than an official one. But he knew pertinent info through transmissions could easily be hacked. As thus, if any new info were to be relayed to his person...it were by clandestine communications. Castage was top of its class where it came to intel. It's two main Bureaus the IBI (Internal Bureau of Investigation) and the ICI (Independent Central Intelligence) were what had kept Castagne secure and ahead of the curve.
Castagne would be sharing these two Bureaus with the Confederacy. His motive was for his system to keep the CIS abreast of foreign and domestic enemies that seeked to collapse the Confederacy and prime it for the very same invasions as what currently taking place with their neighboring FWC.

"...I see. So then I have to assume this young man will be joining us for dinner soon?" Tarssin never assumed. He were being briefs by his daughter in a mock personal rouse.

"Very well, I'll make sure to mention to our chef his preference over roast to sea bass...than you, Karlie. I'll be speaking with you after the meeting..." And with that, he closed off communications and set on going over the file of this particular individual (male/female)that was among the ranks of the CIS Head of States

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Here he sat now at the CIS Head of State meeting, bearing the Viceroy tittle which put him as representing his system, Castagne.

Tarssin was not a man who boasted. He hadn't ripped to his golden years by putting forth spit and vinegar. He were a man reserved of action till action need to be taken. Then it would come like an assassin in the dawn of a new day.
His enemies would open up their eyes to their brightest part of their day...then would forever become part of the void...nothing.

As thus, he was taking in all the various personalities afforded by their creed, race and history. He were not one to judge anyone as to how they came about to be head of State. Tarssin himself in his younger years had to not only climb to the top, but use a grappling hook so to say, in acquiring his position. And he were not so forgiving as he once were in his youth. Opponents he had spared, only returned years later to have him disposed of, as he should have done in the first place. But he were merciful then. He was wiser now.

So he at the moment listened, taking in what one could construe as pre-introductions...