Faction My Rock, My Refuge || GA / SELCORE

[Alicio Organa]

Alderaan
Refugee Inflow Encampment
- Auteme - Regnar Sodun - Theus Eldoris - Lila Doneeta - Balthus Larr - Sonya Provost - Kel Se'Taav - Ruto Tane -
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They needed to see.

Thousands of stark-white tents, some large enough to house a circus, others barely able to fit one person lying down, had been lined up in neat rows, arrayed across an expansion of alpine grassland. As far as the eye could see in every direction, from the circular center of the camp, was regimented white canvas, muted green prairie, and shockingly blue sky, disrupted by the inevitable chaos of people.

There seemed to be little rhyme and reason to the refugees, having come from every corner of the galaxy. Half of them wore some form of the black and gold signets of the Ashlans, dirtied by travel and hardship. Many had ripped clothing, burns, war-wounds wrapped by cloth and bacta, decorating their bodies, proving the harrowing path they'd taken to get there. Others didn't, their only blemish being the fear in their eyes.

Thankfully, if there was one thing Alderaan did well, it was relief. The workers in the encampment, medics and managers and bowl-helmed guards, moved with clockwork precision, each knowing their duty, and giving structure to those who had lost all of theirs in such a short time. Transports landed and embarked at a steady pace, dropping off new temporary inhabitants, and ferrying others to more permanent residences. The crowds of those arriving, however, dwarfed those able to leave. So the camp kept inflating.

It was one of many inflow encampments across the Alliance. Each faced a similar issue.

In the beating heart of the camp, amidst the action and a brisk walk away from a dedicated landing strip, a darkly-dressed Alicio checked his datapads one last time, putting the one in his hand down on a long table to join the other two. The piece of furniture, along with a smattering of chairs, had been brought into a spacious tent, secured by Alderaanian soldiers and the Senate Guard. The sounds of the camp leaked into the space, though they didn't distract the Senator of Alderaan from his final preparations. He'd been looking forward to conversing with Natasi Fortan , but previous correspondence had made it clear she had been rather busy. That would be a conversation Senator Organa would table, until the time was right.

Sure, there might have been questions from the other senators about the locale. But the newly appointed Chairman of the Senate Select Committee for Refugees was certain of his choice. They weren't just debating numbers and statistics. To make decisions for the people, to hold the refugees' lives in their hands, the committee needed to know them. They needed to look them in the eye.

They needed to see.

So Alicio waited, counting the minutes until the meeting was slated to begin. Committee members were free to bring assistance to the camp, be it supplies or credits or transportation, but the most important work would begin here.

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: Alderaan
Objective: Humanitarian duties
Tags: Alicio Organa

Spoiler: Isla's Personal Gear

Admiral's Sabre
Ashlan Rosary
Kaldrweave military uniform
Personal guard of Sisters of Ashla
Overseer Biochip OPBC-01a
Diamond snowflake necklade

In command of Hand of Ashla accompanied by a proportion of the Ashlan Remnant fleet including several battlecruisers.

Isla was back on Alderaan again, and once again performing the humanitarian duties that meant so much to her and her wife. But this time it was different, this time the tattered flags that flew were the gold, blue and black of Ashlan Kaisereich, these were here people and they were hurting. Around her were numerous members of the Sisters of Ashla out of their armour and into the less intimidating religious robes of their order as they went about tending to the people to try and make them as comfortable as possible and to also try to support the very generous planet of Alderaan that had stepped up again as an example to the galaxy of how to treat its most vulnerable people. She wanted to see Alicio Organa as soon as possible, she had spoken to him remotely several times since she last saw him in person at her wedding, but his staff said he was in a Senate hearing. So she had sent her best wishes to he and his beautiful wife and requested they meet after the chamber if it was practice. Tiresh Kobitana-Draellix too was about somewhere, overseeing the deployment of the Kobitana Foundation to aid her people.

The former Prime Minister heard a commotion and ran over to a tent, accompanied by two of her sisters. There was a fight breaking out between refugees, not an uncommon occurrence in these desperate times. "In Ashla's name, please stop fighting!" she called out as she saw a man in a worn out Son's of Ession military uniform crouched over another man laying his fists into him. Isla gestured to the Sisters who stepped in and removed him, he put up a struggle but they younger, genetically engineered warrior women had the measure of him.

"What is going on?" Isla asked as she helped the downed man to his feet.

"This Graysonist started it!" The beaten man responded.

"This prick was badmouthing Empress Emiery Grayson ! " spat the antagonist "That woman was was a gift to the emperor, she wouldn't have had us end up in this hole."

Isla rolled her eyes, the factions were still at their throat after all their nation had lost over the squabbling. "The Lady Emiery fought hard to try and hold the crusade together, we all did. But we failed, it is as simple as that. If we continue this fighting amongst ourselves in a time when we need each other more than ever, then the Bogan have truly won." she gestured to the Sisters to let him go, this time he decided against continued fight, but his eyes burned against the man who had wronged him. Isla saw this but as much as it concerned her, there was little she could do.

"That uniform, you still wear it proudly, perhaps if you accompany my Sisters we can have it cleaned and repaired for you. Have you looking your best for the 104s."

His lip began to tremble and his eyes welled up. He nodded solemnly "Through the gates of bogan ma'am"

"As we make our way to Ashla, Captain"

The man took a deep breath and left. Isla thanked Ashla that her biochip still worked and she could pull up the details of every one of the thousands of Ashlan regiments with less than a thought. They turned their attention back to the beaten man who nursed his saw lip but saluted her and left without further engagement, only pausing to thank her for intervening.

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[Kel Se'Taav]

Location: Alderaan | Soundtrack: Heleus

This wasn’t Kel’s first time to Alderaan, but it had been quite some time… and under very different circumstances. The old Bothan couldn’t help but stare as he stepped down the landing ramp, his feline eyes scanning over the sea of white canvas. He could feel his chest tighten as the full gravity of the situation manifested before his eyes.

A pair of Senate guards - the very least he could travel with - escorted the senator to the main tent in the center of the encampment. Kel was greeted by a few attendants, whom he offering simple nods and gestures as he crossed to meet the man of the hour himself. Not only was Alicio Organa a member of SELCORE, but the representative of Alderaan as well. It was surely an honor, but Kel also felt sympathy for the young man. Such an undertaking is never easy, even for systems accustomed to altruistic operations.

They, just as the refugees, would need support.

“Alicio, it’s good to see you in the flesh!” Kel said as he approached with a handshake. He gave the senator a pat on the shoulder, as one might give to an old friend.

“I’ll wait for the others to arrive before I ask for the details,” he said, not hiding his eagerness.

“But in the interim, is there anything you need a hand with? I’m an instrument for these people.”

Tags: Alicio Organa | +SELCORE​

 

[Sonya Provost]

Alderaan
Alicio Organa - Kel Se'Taav - Open

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As Sonya had offered up Canyon for potential refugee operations, it only stood to reason that she take part in the newly formed Alliance SELCORE. The decision was, as usual, met with differing opinions amongst her constituents and the planetary government of Montitia. But she had pushed the idea before, and even if they couldn't see it yet, it was paying off. Pacifying Canyon of its criminal influence, and supplanting it with a migrant populace would not only serve the refugees in need of a home, but it would open up a host of opportunities to the Montitians. Too many were instinctively eager to raise an eyebrow the moment foreigners were brought into question. If nothing else, the corpocrats were eager to decry any policies put forth by Sonya as bad business. Any evidence that could legitimize her would in turn bring their traditional methods into question. Best in their eyes to stamp out any progressive policies before they had the chance to kindle.

Thankfully, Sonya was not currently surrounded by Montitian corporate stooges. She was among like-minded senators of the Galactic Alliance. Just mentally reminding herself of that made her stand a little taller as she stepped onto the premises of the encampment. Here, they could make real progress. She watched the proceedings underway; Haggard families scraping by on whatever resources the humanitarians could gather, the population despairingly heavy. And this was just one camp. In some ways it reminded her of what she saw on Montitia. The poverty crisis that plagued the lower classes. Nowhere to live, no food to eat, no luxuries to even consider. A shame her people were so enveloped by their own problems, that they couldn't recognize the empathic connection between themselves and groups like these refugees.

"Senator Organa," Sonya said with a smile as she approached the Chairman. It was no surprise that he would be taking such a proactive role in SELCORE. Who better to do so? Alicio had proven the depth of his convictions many times over. She nodded to the Bothan beside him, "Senator Se'Taav."

"It seems we're early. I'm looking forward to getting things underway." She looked out at the expanse of the camp once more, "How have things been here…?

 

[Lila Doneeta]

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ALDERAAN​

Refugee Encampment​

Seeing the sea of white canvas made Lila sick in her stomach. What the Sith were doing was despicable and now it made the whole situation even more evident as she walked amongst the survivors, now homeless, afraid, and starving; all to feed the expansion of the Sith dominion. There was no need for such atrocities but war was always an inevitability and it was the job of those representing their planets to prevent as much of the damage caused by it as possible. She wanted to do her part in helping out those displaced from their home and agreed to take a position in SELCORE. As the senator of Thyferra, Lila wanted to provide as much medical support as was capable. Whilst she wanted to supply more, the most that she could convince her seniors to donate was six shipments. Even that would result in an economic loss and any more would not be viable.

The ground beneath her had already churned to dirt from the traffic of people traversing the encampment. Instead of the gowns she usually dons, Lila wore knee-high boots and dark pants, her top half a white blouse. Her knees were muddied from kneeling in front of a child who had lost their family amongst the endless bodies rushing about. She took the young girl by the hand and retraced her steps. Eventually, after a while of searching, they came across the girl's parents. Lila looked on in dejection as she watched the overjoyed expressions on their faces as they held their daughter in their arms again. She made a mental note that it had been too long since she paid her father a visit on Ryloth.

Bowing her head in thought for a moment, she continued to where the meeting was arranged to take place. The Twi'lek approached the small group that had already formed. "Apologies for keeping you waiting, senators," she said before greeting each of them in turn. It was important that the ones making decisions on behalf of the refugees had truly seen what things were like. Lila was in full favour of the idea and was willing to help out wherever possible. She was an experienced healer and she felt it was her duty to aid the medical relief teams. She had been escorted by other healers who were providing their services as she convened with her colleagues. "It is commendable how quickly this has been established in such little time, Senator Organa," she complimented as she joined the circle.

TAGS: Alicio Organa Isla Draellix-Kobitana Kel Se'Taav Sonya Provost​

 

[Alicio Organa]

Alderaan
Refugee Inflow Encampment
- Lila Doneeta - Sonya Provost - Kel Se'Taav - Isla Draellix-Kobitana -
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It didn't surprise Alicio in the slightest to see who walked through the door first.

The Alderaanian forgot his datapads for a moment, stepping around the table to offer Kel a firm handshake. "Kel Se'taav! I'd hoped to see you here today. It's been a while." The war-decorated senator offered additional help, and Alicio could only smile a shake his head. "I... appreciate the restraint. But what we need most is resources. Medicine, food, more tents. But if you're offering, I'm staying after our meeting to help organize another camp extension. If you want to help, and have the time..."

Another familiar face derailed the Count's train of thought. Alicio gestured to the arriving Senator of Montitia with his chin. He should've guessed that the most timely members of their commitee would be his fellow cooks. "Senator Provost," he returned, mirroring the redhead's inflection with a light, if tired, grin. "We manage. Alderaan wasn't quite prepared for people from multiple sectors to arrive all at once, but we're trying to keep up." The fact that they'd been able to do this much, in such a short amount of time, was impressive, though Alicio couldn't help but spot the weaknesses in their response. "How is Canyon? Have the Epicanthix settled?"

For whatever reason, Alicio was being more deliberate about following up on his projects.

Finally, there was a face Alicio only knew by proxy, Senator Doneeta, a representative of a newer admission to the Alliance. While he didn't know Lila personally, he associated good memories with Thyferra; their introduction to the GA marked the first time he'd spoken in front of the senate. His first successful bill, using Thyferra's bacta reserves. Alicio executed a quick bow at the waist to the Twi'lek, inviting her into the circle. "Thank you for coming at all. I realize Alderaan is a little out of the way." Besides, there were still a few notable absences. After glancing at the call sheet, Alicio conceded that, perhaps, it was better some senators didn't arrive at all. The Count extended his hand to Lila as well, exuding warmth. "You can call me Alicio."

The Thyferran's compliment brought a conflicted, if genuine smile to the Count's face. "Alderaan is a planet built by refugees. Our world was destroyed in our history- every family here can trace their lineage back to someone who had lost everything. I'm just lucky to have constituents that care as deeply about all this as I do." He cast a meaningful glance to Sonya. Not all of them were so fortunate.

"We'll wait a few minutes more for the others to arrive. In the meantime, find a seat, and get comfortable. We have... a lot to cover."

 

[Balthus Larr]

Senator Organa was trying to make a point.

Balthus couldn't decide if the man was simply leveraging the plight of the unwashed masses to funnel Alliance resources into Alderaan for his own use, or if he truly was that much of a bleeding heart.

Flanked by half a dozen Senatorial guards, Larr stalked towards the committee tent in a crisp suit, inwardly grimacing at what the rough hewn ground was likely doing to the soles of his shoes. Lighting up a cig, he glanced to the mass of refugees that writhed around his own personal forcefield.

A real man of the people. Probably skims credits off the top of whatever these chooms will give him.

Which was exactly why LST had arranged to lend a fleet of freighters instead of financial backing. Maybe some smaller craft for inter-planetary transport, too. A native Denonite, Balthus assumed that everyone here was playing the same game. He wasn't even sure how he'd ended up on this godforsaken task force, but it would reflect well enough on him.

He gave a brief wave and an easy smile to the crowd of evacuees before disappearing behind the flap of the tent. If any eyes had been on the Senator, they were blank. Hollow. Vaguely curious for a few moments, at most. The sentiment was mutual; Balthus did not want to interact with them outside of a promotional photo op.

"Esteemed colleagues," Larr drawled, straightening out his lapel with both hands. "How good it is that we could all come together to handle this crisis."

Cringing, he picked a speck of a twig from the arm of his jacket and flicked it to the floor.

Alicio Organa Sonya Provost Isla Draellix-Kobitana Lila Doneeta Kel Se'Taav

 

[Regnar Sodun]

OUTFIT: x
TAG: Alicio Organa | Balthus Larr | Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Kel Se'Taav | Lila Doneeta | Sonya Provost | Senate

REFUGEE INFLOW ENCAMPMENT, ALDERAAN, ALDERAAN SECTOR, CORE WORLD

The refugee crisis. Truly, a misfortune circumstances that just happened to spiral rapidly at the start of my term. The Sith has been dormant for years, it's been some times off the unshackled terror that the Maw brought into the heart of the Alliance. Yet, familiar faces popped out of their temporary nest once again, reclaiming the ancient world of the dark side cult. And the victims? Us. Sure, the remnants of the Holy Ashlan Kaiserreich were striked first, and I pity the innocent citizens, but I don't have any love for yet another force cultists. The galactic political position of the reigning government of Korbin is simple: present a check-and-balance entity within the senate to prevent any unchecked power held by Force-Users of any type in the Alliance. This crisis is just another proof of how needed that is. Once again, we are dragged into ideological crusades between the many faces of the force, and once again, it's the everyday people that suffer the consequences of said zealotry.

Fortunately, I have been honored with a position in the Senate Select Committee for Refugee, which brings me today to the planet of Alderaan. I was fresh off a week of meetings, official and not, back in Korbin, all in preparation for this grand assembly. The reigning government of Korbin has presented our position blatantly: we are unable to take refugees past the submitted amount, and we are willing to compensate in resources to support both integration of refugees in other worlds, as well as any defensive actions the Alliance have to take against the rising Sith threat. My contribution within this committee will only ensure the other Senators and central government officials that Korbin is acting in good-faith.

The condition in the refugee camp is a grim sight to behold. Sickly women and children cramped within a barely adequate space, with minimal supports provided to them. Whether this is a mere tactic from the Alderaani chairman of the committee or not, it doesn't minimize the horror of the situation. Yet, I am here today, not as an individual weighted by empathy and morals, but as an entrusted delegate of my constituents. The horrors add nuances to the discussion, yet our stance will remain the same.

With me, I brought a retinue of volunteers from Korbin, willingly here to help the officials on the field matters. Another gesture of good-faith from our people, may they remember. When we arrived in the heart of the camp, where the meeting is about to take place, I noticed that almost everyone was already in their seats. Kark, I'm a few minutes late, the goddamn holo-call. I told the head of the volunteers to coordinate with the camp officials, while I welcome myself to the committee.

"Senators. I hope the wait wasn't too long. I had to brief and arrange for my entourage, bless their souls. Shall we?"​

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[Kel Se'Taav]

Location: Alderaan | Soundtrack: Heleus

"Anything to help," Kel said sincerely. He wondered if the extension would simply see the Alderaan encampment expand, or if Alicio were insiuating that the overflow would reach other worlds in the Alliance. It would take a great deal of persuasion and hard work, but he was sure that Abregado could accomodate a sizable influx of refugees. He was prepared to offer as much, when a small but steady stream of fellow senators trickled in.

Sonya Provost was a welcome sight, and Kel was quick to greet her once she'd spoken with Organa. The occasions in which he'd worked alongside here were regrettably limited, but he'd been colored impressed by her ethics in that short time.

"It's good to see you again, Sonya. I hope these past few months have been good to you, given the circumstances."

They were all quite busy cooking, as Chancellor Auteme would have it. Working to uproot corporate greed and influence in the Senate. He was curious what progress she and Alicio had made, but that was a discussion for another day.

The Bothan took a moment to review a bit of intake data, trying to form a better understanding of the people they were here to serve as several more faces appeared in the tent. He'd recognized a few from the emergency meeting regarding the Caldera Crisis, namely Senators Lila Doneeta and Regnar Sodun - he offered each of them as warm a welcome as he could, given the unfortunate circumstances that brought them together.

"Senator Doneeta, Sodun - it's nice to officially meet you both. I'm Kel Se'Taav, of Abregado-rae." He moved to shake both their hands, opting to keep the pleasantries and small-talk to a minimun; They had much work to do, after all.

The final senator to join them was a man Kel had not yet met before, even in passing. Kel felt his nose scrunch at the way Balthus Larr spat out the word crisis, as if this was a schoolyard gathering on the playground. Even from across the room, Kel could smell the wreched stench of a Corporatist. He wondered if this was part of the hydra's original heads, or just another replacement for one they'd chopped off in the past.

He cut his eyes to Alicio, looking for some sort of nonverbal clue as to what the deal was, but he quickly gave it a rest. He offered the newcomer a stiff hand.

"Senator Kel Se'Taav, of Abregado-rae. I don't believe we've met before, but please forgive me if we have - this old Bothan has a hard time with fresh faces."

Tags: Alicio Organa | Sonya Provost | Lila Doneeta | Regnar Sodun | Balthus Larr | +SELCORE​

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Interceptor Gear

Armed With: Nathan's Saberstaff

Objective: Humanitarian Relief.




Nathan Bloodscrawl watched from a lawn chair on a hill overlooking the massive refugee camp. He sipped a coffee, ate a firaxa shark meat sandwich with Mayo.

Moya Virtu sat next to him, clad in an armor weave purple catsuit.

"Wow, did you ever call that one, Nathan." Moya noted as she watched with a small range finder the various goings and comings of the camp.

"I hate being right." Nathan admitted. "When's that Bacta-Works Cruiser get here?"

"Another fifteen minutes..." Moya answered. She stared intently as a fight broke out in the distance.

"The Ashlans don't seem to be doing too hot." she noted.

"Good." he retorted spitefully. If there was exactly one thing Nathan counted as a small gift from fate, the Force, whatever, was that he had been brought back just in time to witness the death of the Ashlan Kaiserreich.

"Nobody is doing too hot down there."

"That can be alleviated." he replied. "How're you doing, my friend?"

"I'm worried about you."

"Oh?"

"You're getting chummy with Vera." Moya reminded tersely. "I fear you might be developing the same weakness as your daughter."

"Now how else do I resemble her?" he asked, not looking as he ate his sandwich.

"An attraction to dangerous personalities." she explained, watching the camp still. "Watch the feth out. Vera's a killing machine."

"We're all killing machines, Moya. You, me, Vera. Lynda. Everyone around us. All killers. Vera's simply not letting a little thing like nuance blind her to that."

"But how do you feel about it?"

Nathan sat back, took another sip.

"I feel that I don't want to be reminded of Lysandra." he finally said after a moment, very quietly.

He ate the rest of his sandwich and drank his coffee in silence. Finally, the Bacta-Works Cruiser arrived and descended through the atmosphere., Settling on a bare area not used as traffic. The company had cleared it with relief effort authorities beforehand.

"Do you derive any joy in helping others, Nathan?" Moya asked him sincerely.

"Not much."

"Then why go to this trouble?"

"I do not abide chaos..." he answered. "Had enough of that during the Plague."

He got out of his seat.

"I'm gonna go play nice with the locals, Moya. What about you?"

"The same." Moya answered with a small smile.

But then she frowned.

"Mind what I said about Vera. I can't stop you. But don't come crying to me if it blows up in your face."

"Noted." he replied in annoyance, walking down.

"Like I need relationship advice from her..." he said under his breath as he walked across grassy plains to the encampment, watching in the distance as Bacta-Works employees clad in blue jumpsuits filed out of the loading bays of the vessel unload storage tanks full of the company's artificial bacta. The Government had paid full price, because it was a rush delivery. This may have been a humanitarian mission, but it wasn't a charity. If Alderaan didn't mind being responsible for everyone fleeing for their lives, they didn't mind paying full price for the medicine needed to treat them. Bacta-Works was about two billion credits richer just on this one planet alone because of their two primary rules:

Rule 1: Always deliver a quality product worth every credit it took to make it.

Rule 2, to paraphrase Liotta: Got struck by lightning? Feth you, pay me. Got your esophagus crushed by a Sith? Feth you, pay me. Got your arm hacked off by a lightsaber? Feth you, pay me.

It wasn't a very Jedi mindset but manufacturing equipment, investment, setting up outlets, offices? All of it required capital. In exchange for not taking financial pity on customers, the product was made and delivered much faster than regular Bacta.

Nathan grabbed a med kit and started tending to injuries by hand. He spoke to none as he walked among the refugees, a thorn of black amidst a sea of bandages and alien blood. The sounds of alien tongues drifted through the air as he walked and worked, never speaking, never even seemingly breathing. He had no bedside manner, moving in almost mechanical fashion as he swabbed Bacta on burns and sealed up cuts. He avoided the area where the Ashlans were concentrated until a knight went through his area asking for more volunteers. Nathan cringed inwardly but volunteered.

He didn't look at any Ashlan Jedi, to avoid scowling at them as he treated them. An unpleasant twitch of his eye as he tended to their wounds left the Ashlan patients silent, not thanking him as they had the others, only wishing to be anywhere other than where he was as he treated them.

However, one incredibly old Ashlan man in a tweed suit gawked at him as he passed by.

"You!" he hissed.

Nathan turned around.

"Something the matter?"

"It's you! It must be! You even have the voice!"

"Dunno what you're talking about--" Nathan started to walk off.

"You're Morris Crownwraithe!" he hissed.

"Never heard of him. Got the wrong guy." Nathan called out without looking back.

The old man pursued him. "No, it is you! I've seen your one photo from the plague, next to Moya De Lifte! I'd know your face anywhere!"

"Your eyes are playing tricks on you." Nathan falsely assured him as he walked deeper into the Ashlan's part of the camp.

"I'm not senile!"

Nathan turned around.

"I'm not whoever you've mistaken me for. Now if you don't mind, I have more pressing business..."

He turned away, leaving the old man staring at him.

"I'm not senile. My memory isn't playing tricks. It is him..." the old man whispered...


Alicio Organa

Kel Se'Taav

Isla Draellix-Kobitana

Lila Doneeta

Sonya Provost

Regnar Sodun

Balthus Larr

 

[Sonya Provost]

Alderaan

Alicio Organa - Kel Se'Taav - Lila Doneeta - Balthus Larr - Regnar Sodun​

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"Overwhelming, I imagine. Thankfully you Alderaanians have experience in the matter," Sonya nodded in understanding. Canyon's refugee project was still new territory for the Montitians. Something they'd never had the resources or interest to consider before. They'd faced many of their own struggles with the process. Alicio's question of the Epicanthix made her twist her lips, "Some have. Smaller communities. There seems to be a bit of disconnect in the Epicanthic leadership over the necessity and location of a single, unified colony." Communication was a bit spotty, not that Sonya could completely blame them. If she could help even just some of their people, it was worthwhile.

"It's good to see you again, Sonya. I hope these past few months have been good to you, given the circumstances."

"As good as can be," Sonya said, and undertone of exasperation. These were times of toil and trouble. And one in her position had little opportunity for relaxation. More Senators arrived, most of whom she'd yet to meet officially, though Sonya did her best to keep track of every new appointee. If not by reputation, then at least by name and planet.

The Thyferran seemed amiable enough. Perhaps an ally if her intentions proved genuine. The Korbinite was difficult to read, though the reputation of his homeworld was enough to make her wary of him. Best to keep the man at arms length for now. Then last and probably least, was the new Senator of Denon. Montitia was like his world, in many ways. Trade out the ecumenopolis for about 70% rural hinterlands, keep the crushing corporatocracy, and they were like two peas in a pod. Unfortunately, it seemed Denon had not managed to elect their own Sonya Provost. She could sniff out a corpo from a lightyear away, and as Balthus Lara approached with a crisp suit and blasé attitude, he was pretty much immediately added to her personal shitlist.

"Well… it is good to see that so many others have taken an interest in the cause. I'm Sonya Provost, of Montitia. It's a pleasure to meet you all." She gave them each the same temperate, rehearsed smile.

 

[Alicio Organa]

Alderaan
Refugee Inflow Encampment
- Lila Doneeta - Sonya Provost - Kel Se'Taav - Isla Draellix-Kobitana - Balthus Larr - Regnar Sodun - Nathan Bloodscrawl -​

It was a good thing Alicio had some familiar faces in Kel and Sonya around him, as the next person to arrive was on his 'it would be fine if they skipped' list.

Alicio would like to think he was a good judge of character. Every politician got a knack for it after a while, and the Force tended to assist in taking the measure of a man. Balthus Larr raised his mystical hackles, though whether it was truly a divination from the Count, or simply knowing what planet he represented, he couldn't say.

Still, Alicio welcomed him as warmly as he could, bowing his head slightly. "Senator Larr. Thank you for coming. I realize the destination is a bit unorthodox, so your attendance does mean a lot. As do your donations." Alicio frankly hadn't expected Denon to give anything to their cause, much less a fleet of transports. They were likely still making up for past snafus, but as long as their gifts could be put to good use, Alicio didn't care. To Kel, he only gave an unreadable expression.

No comittee should be full of nothing but yes-men.

Senator Regnar Sodun was next to enter, a man that Alicio harbored considerably less worries about. His smile to the representative from Korbin said as much. "No worries, Senator Sodun. We were just about to start."

Inviting the remaining Alliance delegates to sit or stand around the table, Alicio took his place at it's head. "For those of you that don't know me, my name is Alicio Organa. Before I was a senator, I was a city manager. I organized a first-response refugee camp on Tython after that battle, and have been a consultant on five separate refugee city-building projects scattered throughout the Alliance." Only four of them stood now, but Alicio pushed that thought from his mind.

"I tell you this not to brag, but to convey that I understand the subject matter. So when I tell you that I'm estimating a refugee crisis akin to or worse than what we faced during the Alliance's conflict with the Bryn'adul, I hope you'll take it to heart."

Alicio produced one of his three datapads, and submitted a series of reports to the other senators in the room. "We all know the discussions going on surrounding the Sith fronts. The most recent senate meeting detailed it clearly, so I hope I don't have to tread too much ground, but as you likely saw outside, remnants of the Ashlan Kaiserreich have been flooding our northeastern border, escaping what can only be described as wanton slaughter."

"In addition, the planet of Chaldea..." Alicio paused, trying to find his words carefully. Memories floated behind his steeled eyes. "Has gone through an apocalypse. The government was entirely destroyed, many Chaldeans died, and what population remains has looked to us."

"And now, to top it all off, there are whispers of Mandalorian violence on Kashyyyk and Rishi. While we have yet to make an official statement on the matter, if the pattern persists, we will have another vast problem on our hands in the near future."

"As they stand now, without escalation, the Alliance's systems for admitting and housing refugees will be bloated within the year. If things get worse..." The Count trailed off, sure that his meaning was clear. "It is our job to brainstorm a solution. Or, as close to a solution as we can."

"So, members of SELCORE. We're looking for ideas. I, and anyone that knows better than me, can field your questions as best we can." Alicio sat tall, letting his eyes travel across the room. "How do we provide for the people who come to us for aid?"

 

[Kel Se'Taav]

Location: Alderaan | Soundtrack: Heleus

Kel looked over the datapad when it came his way, then passed it along for the next senator to review. The numbers were concerning, and the sprawling canvas sea outside their tent made those statistics tangible. He could feel his chest tighten as the time frame weighed on his heart; The Alliance would be at capacity in a year. That... didn't give them much time.

"The Chaldeans, Rishii, and Wookiees all need a place to go, for starters," Kel said. "I believe the Abregado system can absorb a chunk of them soon with minimal impact, and a second wave once we've had time to prepare. Do we have any reports on their situation? Numbers or at least estimates?"

Abregado-rae was enjoying an expansionist era, with cities growing and efforts to permanently colonize its moon underway. It would take a toll on their economy for sure, but the people of Abregado haven't enjoyed this healthy of a lifestyle in decades. If ever there was a time to open their doors to those in need, it was now. He rubbed his chin as he thought of other solutions.

"I've attempted to work with the Trade League to open supply lines of food and medicine for the refugees, but their willingness to cooperate has been... less than abundant. It seems they fear tying themselves to us and risking becoming a target for the Sith. I haven't given up hope in an alliance with them, but we should consider other, more reliable sources."

Tags: Alicio Organa | Sonya Provost | Lila Doneeta | Regnar Sodun | Balthus Larr | +SELCORE​

 

[Sonya Provost]

Alderaan
Alicio Organa - Kel Se'Taav - Lila Doneeta - Regnar Sodun - Balthus Larr

Sonya took her place among the rest of the gathered senators. Alicio painted matters in a dire, but realistic light. The era of peace was at its end. Everything was hitting them all at once. And now, it was up to the Alliance to decide how to react. Enter SELCORE— And with any luck, a solution to the coming years of chaos.

"Canyon still has plenty of land ready for colonization. It could theoretically take on a significant population of refugees. But the bureaucracy that comes with managing that much of an influx cannot work instantaneously." Not to mention some certain Montitian politicians would not be happy about such significant additions to their constituency; Especially with that constituency was made up of outsiders with a predisposition toward Provost, "On the bright side, it would open up a major new job market for Montitians. But we may need some help from more experienced leadership." She glanced to Alicio, noting his former history as a city-builder, "My people aren't used to making other people's problems their business. Refugee crises are uncharted territory."

Sonya regarded Se'Taav's efforts with a nod, "If the Trade League were willing to cooperate, that would give some serious relief to the supply chain," But of course, as he said, their reliability was so far questionable, "Perhaps there are independent, planetary governments out there willing to be involved?"

 

[Alicio Organa]

Alderaan
Refugee Inflow Encampment
- Lila Doneeta - Sonya Provost - Kel Se'Taav - Balthus Larr - Regnar Sodun -​

It was a relief to hear that at least the Cooks were open to bringing on refugees. He looked between Sonya and Kel with thankfulness in his eyes, along with a strong helping of caution. "Thank you both for your willingness to help. My only warning is to be aware of who you're taking in. Wookiees from Kashyyyk will not thrive if you place them in a situation that a Core World deskworker would thrive in. Understanding the people that come to us is paramount to assisting them. If either of you need anything, I am a resource to you."

The Rimward Trade League was quick to come up. Alicio nodded thoughtfully. He'd considered them before. It seemed like they, and the Alliance, were the only stable pockets of the galaxy left. "The Sith have become enough of a threat that re-opening negotiations might not be out of the question." Perhaps Kel, or a delegation, could petition the League again in the coming months.

Finally, something Sonya said caught his ear. Alicio was quick to step in. "If you all remember, the Queen of Naboo spoke at one of our recent meetings." Alicio's thoughts traveled to Kalantha . "I recently held a meeting with her. She's open to helping house refugees, if the Alliance is willing to protect her planet." He frowned. "Naboo is between the Alliance and the Trade League. It would serve as a good forward base, if we're able to create an alliance with the Rim."

Normally, he wouldn't care to mention the strategic importance of a location in a meeting about refugees, but with what they currently faced, there were too many birds, and too few stones, to not aim for two at a time.

 

[Sonya Provost]

Alderaan
Alicio Organa - SELCORE​

Alicio's point regarding who they took in was one of things that seemed obvious, but was better off being said aloud anyway. If they just took everyone in droves, then it might lead to discontent down the road. At the end of the day she wasn't going to refuse someone settlement based on such factors if they were adamant, but if a more suitable match could be offered, then all the better. "Of course. Perhaps if we could streamline our cooperations somehow? Establish a method for… trading and transferring refugee applications, essentially? Between participating Alliance worlds? With permission from the applicants, of course." Easier said than done, but at least the idea was out there now.

If the Trade League would play along, all the better, but as Alicio then pointed out, there were in fact other worlds open to assisting with the crisis, "Right. Naboo is a strong candidate," They had a long, benevolent history behind them, like the Alderaanians. Although the prerequisites for cooperation gave Sonya a moment's pause, "It would be prudent to offer such protection if some of our refugees are being sent there. But would an Alliance presence out there ruffle anyone's feathers? Or even paint a target on Naboo?" She could already envision cries of overreach from other governments, or even some within their own alliance.