R E P U B L I C
Ravion Corvalis rose as the words from around the chamber faded. It was message enough that the seat he rose from was not his own, but from within the chancellor’s own Dias. Unity and party assurance, that is what was needed. Conversation did continue in uneven pockets, a few pods dimmed their internal lights. Others leaned forward as though proximity could soften what they suspected was coming.
Ravion as per his usual did not wait for the full quiet his position may demand, but he never in the illusion that he needed it.
“Let us dispense,” he began, voice level and unembellished, “with the illusion that Corellia remains neutral.” This sent murmurs around the chamber, it was a bold and firm call to declare a planet that was sat outside of the established borders potentially aligned with any side of the argument that was being presented. There were no voices over his, the tone carried no space for interruption.
“Corellia commands one of the largest independent shipbuilding infrastructures in the Mid-Core territory. It maintains private defense fleets equivalent in scale to sector militaries. It sits at the potential convergence of trade arteries essential to Republic logistics and more importantly a gateway into the core.” He shifted his weight slightly, hands clasped behind his back. “And yet it remains dangerously vulnerable to offer the same to our potential enemies.”
His gaze swept the chamber in an even, unhurried arc. “That is a security exposure we cannot afford to risk.” There was movement then. Subtle. A flicker of agitation from two neighbouring delegations followed by the wind like noise from a whispered exchange between industrial blocs. Ravion did not acknowledge any of it.
“Under Article II of the Strategic Transitional Systems Authority, as ratified by the Charter of The High Republic; any system whose militarization, instability, or external vulnerability poses a material risk to Republic cohesion may be designated for immediate Provisional Integration.” He let the words roll around in the air, he knew what he was saying would not go down well for some. It could be considered a dangerous path, the language would need to be tightened up after this but right now it was legal citation etched in stone.
“We all swore our oaths upon that charter.” It wasn't an accusation, just a faint reminder of their true purposes inside this building. He just had to present the next part with no emphasis or flourishes for it to sink. “Corellia qualifies.”
“Senator Obaith has in the past six standard months held official oversight of Corellia’s Provisional Membership assessment. Yet their shipyards have increased output by twenty-three percent without transparency accords. Corporate defense compacts have formed beyond Republic charter. Off-world investment groups with adversarial affiliations have secured docking access.” His eyes settled somewhere indistinct; not on any one senator, but on the collective body itself. “You have all been briefed on this. Continuously.” There was a reluctant silence that fell over the chamber.
“The longer we pretend that Corellia can remain ‘adjacent’ to us without consequence, the more we incentivize competing powers to occupy the vacuum we refuse to secure.” He took a single step forward. “We must prove that as a Republic we are not afraid to lead.”
His voice lowered.
“The people of Corellia want Republic Membership, other dictatorships will continue to claim otherwise. That is why…”
A breath passed through the chamber like a pressure shift.
“Effective immediately,” Ravion continued, “pursuant to the Authority granted by this Senate, and my position as Magistrate to the Charter of Unity. Under the guidance of the Chancellor and the House Royal of Naboo; I am enacting Corellia’s designation as a Stabilized Strategic Member State under Provisional Security Accession.”
The reaction this time would not ne murmuring.
Voices would rise; not yet shouting, but urgent. Somewhere a pod rotated forward as if to demand recognition. Ravion simply raised one hand.
“This designation requires no prior vote. Ratification procedures will follow as stipulated. Representation will be structured under compliance review. Oversight administrators will be appointed within forty-eight standard hours.”
The words were soft.
“If any believe Corellia should retain militarized independence while leveraging Republic trade corridors and security guarantees, under the yoke of pretend Imperialisation and encroaching Sith rule state it plainly.”
Silence. To object now was to argue for a highway of unregulated fleet power at the heart of Republic space and no one wished to be recorded doing so.
“Failure to integrate Corellia now guarantees one of two outcomes,” Ravion continued. “Corporate militarization beyond our influence. Or foreign entanglement requiring future intervention.” He let that linger for he did not need to name who that intervention would fall upon.
“This action prevents both. As of this moment Corellia for all intents and purposes is considered a world of the High Republic. Any attack upon Corellia. Any attempt to control Corellia. Any exterior threat. Will be considered an attack upon The High Republic itself.” He turned slightly while his posture remained composed. Almost calm.
“Corellia will retain cultural autonomy. Economic discretion within charter. Local governance under compliance review.” He took a breath. “But its fleets, shipyards, and defence infrastructure will operate under Republic oversight.”
There.
The heart of it.
“And if any among you believe that allowing a fleet-manufacturing world to operate without alignment strengthens this Republic…” He had to avoid glaring in the pause. “Submit your motion in writing.”
He stepped back from the podium, before turning to the Chancellor nearby. "There, let the Imperials play with their guns. If it is war they want, lets start preparing ourselves for war."
Corellia was now part of the High Republic and he had not even had to ask.
He had simply informed them.
Ravion as per his usual did not wait for the full quiet his position may demand, but he never in the illusion that he needed it.
“Let us dispense,” he began, voice level and unembellished, “with the illusion that Corellia remains neutral.” This sent murmurs around the chamber, it was a bold and firm call to declare a planet that was sat outside of the established borders potentially aligned with any side of the argument that was being presented. There were no voices over his, the tone carried no space for interruption.
“Corellia commands one of the largest independent shipbuilding infrastructures in the Mid-Core territory. It maintains private defense fleets equivalent in scale to sector militaries. It sits at the potential convergence of trade arteries essential to Republic logistics and more importantly a gateway into the core.” He shifted his weight slightly, hands clasped behind his back. “And yet it remains dangerously vulnerable to offer the same to our potential enemies.”
His gaze swept the chamber in an even, unhurried arc. “That is a security exposure we cannot afford to risk.” There was movement then. Subtle. A flicker of agitation from two neighbouring delegations followed by the wind like noise from a whispered exchange between industrial blocs. Ravion did not acknowledge any of it.
“Under Article II of the Strategic Transitional Systems Authority, as ratified by the Charter of The High Republic; any system whose militarization, instability, or external vulnerability poses a material risk to Republic cohesion may be designated for immediate Provisional Integration.” He let the words roll around in the air, he knew what he was saying would not go down well for some. It could be considered a dangerous path, the language would need to be tightened up after this but right now it was legal citation etched in stone.
“We all swore our oaths upon that charter.” It wasn't an accusation, just a faint reminder of their true purposes inside this building. He just had to present the next part with no emphasis or flourishes for it to sink. “Corellia qualifies.”
“Senator Obaith has in the past six standard months held official oversight of Corellia’s Provisional Membership assessment. Yet their shipyards have increased output by twenty-three percent without transparency accords. Corporate defense compacts have formed beyond Republic charter. Off-world investment groups with adversarial affiliations have secured docking access.” His eyes settled somewhere indistinct; not on any one senator, but on the collective body itself. “You have all been briefed on this. Continuously.” There was a reluctant silence that fell over the chamber.
“The longer we pretend that Corellia can remain ‘adjacent’ to us without consequence, the more we incentivize competing powers to occupy the vacuum we refuse to secure.” He took a single step forward. “We must prove that as a Republic we are not afraid to lead.”
His voice lowered.
“The people of Corellia want Republic Membership, other dictatorships will continue to claim otherwise. That is why…”
A breath passed through the chamber like a pressure shift.
“Effective immediately,” Ravion continued, “pursuant to the Authority granted by this Senate, and my position as Magistrate to the Charter of Unity. Under the guidance of the Chancellor and the House Royal of Naboo; I am enacting Corellia’s designation as a Stabilized Strategic Member State under Provisional Security Accession.”
The reaction this time would not ne murmuring.
Voices would rise; not yet shouting, but urgent. Somewhere a pod rotated forward as if to demand recognition. Ravion simply raised one hand.
“This designation requires no prior vote. Ratification procedures will follow as stipulated. Representation will be structured under compliance review. Oversight administrators will be appointed within forty-eight standard hours.”
The words were soft.
“If any believe Corellia should retain militarized independence while leveraging Republic trade corridors and security guarantees, under the yoke of pretend Imperialisation and encroaching Sith rule state it plainly.”
Silence. To object now was to argue for a highway of unregulated fleet power at the heart of Republic space and no one wished to be recorded doing so.
“Failure to integrate Corellia now guarantees one of two outcomes,” Ravion continued. “Corporate militarization beyond our influence. Or foreign entanglement requiring future intervention.” He let that linger for he did not need to name who that intervention would fall upon.
“This action prevents both. As of this moment Corellia for all intents and purposes is considered a world of the High Republic. Any attack upon Corellia. Any attempt to control Corellia. Any exterior threat. Will be considered an attack upon The High Republic itself.” He turned slightly while his posture remained composed. Almost calm.
“Corellia will retain cultural autonomy. Economic discretion within charter. Local governance under compliance review.” He took a breath. “But its fleets, shipyards, and defence infrastructure will operate under Republic oversight.”
There.
The heart of it.
“And if any among you believe that allowing a fleet-manufacturing world to operate without alignment strengthens this Republic…” He had to avoid glaring in the pause. “Submit your motion in writing.”
He stepped back from the podium, before turning to the Chancellor nearby. "There, let the Imperials play with their guns. If it is war they want, lets start preparing ourselves for war."
Corellia was now part of the High Republic and he had not even had to ask.
He had simply informed them.