At the furthest edge of landing, a small, innocuous group of men and women in fine suits had gathered, though when they had arrived would be hard to tell. Blending into their equally formal surroundings, two individuals sat at one of the three tables, alongside the various Senators, Imperials and Jedi of the room, while their small cabal of assistants, bean counters and advisors stood a few steps behind them, only quietly approaching the pair once silently summoned by the gesture of a hand. The suited representatives at one of the tables, one man and one woman, were as neatly groomed, attired and disciplined in their posture as one would imagine people of their calibre to be, signs that all betrayed their corporate nature.
Oro Watabe, Director of Alliance Political Affairs; NAKAIOMA and Akami Saito, Chief Ambassador of NAKAIOMA Bastion; the corporation's New Imperial branch. Both were well-suited to the assignment of attending this pivotal meeting, though given instructions to keep input to a minimal if possible, it was clear their presence was more symbolic than practical, as the information they were receiving here could just as easily have been relayed through official channels their employers held with each respective government in attendance, and if their purpose at this meeting truly had been important, there was no doubt in either of the representatives' minds that the Board would have dispatched far more important officials in their place.
Unfortunately, so far this meeting had largely amounted to ad hominem insults being flung between cannon fodder, and rage from past events surfacing its ugly head. They were silently questioning who's idea it had been to invite the lower ranking members of each respective faction? People that were often more useful when being directed towards laser cannons and AT-AT walkers than when invited to high-level diplomatic negotiations. There were trillions-- potentially even more-- of credits on the line. Oro, a middle aged man with a thick head of graying black hair, adjusted his slick, but much blacker suit, with a red tie to accompany it. Akami, ever the more anxious one, given her very job rested on relations with the New Imperials, was actively trying to resist the impulsive temptation to tap her leg up and down underneath the table.
If today was successful, needless to say it would open a much wider venue of opportunities for the corporation in the long-neglected northern portions of the galaxy, once denied to them by the Sith war machine, but no longer. And yet it could all just as easily fall apart, leading to an even worse state of relations than when they had all arrived. The worst part being that this latter scenario could swiftly come to a reality as the result of some eighteen year old Jedi being unable to keep his unending need to preach morality on a leash. From the scathing criticism levelled against the Galactic Alliance; and its New Jedi Order from a seemingly elder and wise-- now former-- Master of its own ranks, to the profanity uttered by another, younger Jedi. Hopefully , however, things would level out, once the statesmen had an opportunity to speak.
The Chancellor, skilled diplomat and politician that she was, had delivered on the hopes of the meeting's corporate lobbyists. Stating her position, and intentions loud and clear, with no room for misconception. The Vice Chancellor, a man well liked throughout the Coruscanti-Onami megacorporation, continued on that streak of bringing the governments together, to face their combined true enemy; the Sith. A minor interception from one of the.. Participants had put a slight hiccup into the representatives' optimism, calling for a "cleanse" in his own words of the Confederacy, reminding the group of the grim prospects of a clash with the CIS, one of the largest-- and most profitable-- governments to cooperate with in the galaxy.
It was a sad state of affairs, governments far too focused on the issues of ideology and morality, all intent on wiping each other out of existence, as opposed to the alternative of continued co-existence, the far more mutually beneficial option. But it was the way the galaxy worked. While it was the men and women like Oro and Akami that were tasked with navigating it on behalf of their shareholders. Feeling a gentle tap on his shoulder, Oro turned his head to meet the gaze of a young assistant, the well-dressed woman, her black suit boasting the pin of her employer's red flower logo, leaning forward to whisper. "The Board wants you to interject." Before disappearing into the background, along with the other observers. Nodding to the woman just as she returned to her post, Oro raised his hand, and as soon as enough eyes had diverted their attention towards him, spoke.
"I believe the consideration of a formal alliance should also take into account the vast economic and industrial benefits of such a decision. Not just in the short term, but following the defeat of the Sith Empire. It would open both the Galactic Alliance and New Imperial Order to immense natural resources, manpower and pre-existing infrastructure in the galactic northeast, if closer cooperation were pursued. It would potentially even be beneficial enough to allow continued peaceful co-existence following the war. Thank you." His short input on the matter was brief, professional, and confident. Presenting the opinion of what was likely a large portion of the businessmen and women of the galaxy in only a few dozen words before his hand lowered, and he gave a polite, affirming nod to those who had been listening. Returning to his initial task of observing, listening, and processing what was said, and what was implied.
Rurik Fel
and
Dorian Sicarrio
in a classified conflict of the past. A monument to Zaavik's failure. A monument to pain. "Because I'm not, I feel it every night. So do plenty of others. What little we have to gain from this surely isn't worth it."
Auteme
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Aaran Tafo
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Ryv
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Okkeus Dainlei
Irveric Tavlar
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Lucien Dooku
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Caarlyle Rausgeber
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Willan Tal
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Ravraa Vyshraal
Adhira Chandra
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Faith Organa
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Annasari
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