Of Monsters and Men | CIS & CA

[Ascendant Muse]

GOLBAH CITY
Local Time: 1320

Before...it was seldom that they would intervene.

Prior to the destruction of the Galactic Alliance, the Southern Systems were perfectly content with their lot in life. In relative peace, they restored the community known as the Confederacy and resumed their prosperous way of life. They attempted to, for the most part, leave the battles of the foreign superpowers to their devices - lending aide to their allies as was their bond, yet rarely striking out on their own. However. When their northernmost ally was put to the sword, the Southern Systems were faced with a jarring reality. How long would it be until they themselves choked on the ash? No. May it never be. Rather than wait for the inferno to come to their doorstep, the Confederacy adopted a mantra which had propelled its pre-emptive nature as of recent history. We shall not suffer yet another Empire to live.

Thus, they began their efforts by attempting to stay ahead of the decimation. Intelligence became the initial priority, and agents were dispatched across the stars. For a time, their findings were quiet. Some rumblings here. Some mutterings there. Yet what drew the full attention of the Confederacy was a budding shadow located in the bosom of the Unknown Regions. A parody of the monumental, Sith-Imperial government which had laid the Galactic Alliance low had began to take root within the birthplace of the Chiss species. And, by all reports, they were beginning to thrive. This so-called Jen'ari Empire did not make quiet its intentions. They would consume that which was left behind of the Galactic Alliance and grow fat off of its corpse.

This would not be allowed to stand. And therefore, the Confederacy embarked on a battle to rid the Galaxy of this plague before it could spread. Their operation was focused upon the quiet world of Copero, where their very arrival saw the Jen'ari forces turn their weapons against the fleeing citizenry. The battle was utter chaos, but the intended goal was ultimately achieved. The Confederacy scored a seemingly crippling blow against this newfound anathema and tarried within Chiss space only long enough to see the blight cease to exist. Immediately following their flight to the shadows, the southern systems withdrew. They made no attempt at tarrying any longer than necessary - and it was their hope that the Chiss would be able to rebuild their lives free of the Jen'ari taint.

However. While the Confederacy thought their actions just, there were many amongst those who were liberated of the Jen'ari's disease who bared their fangs against the South. While the Confederates saw their battle as the elimination of a necessary threat, some Chiss saw their actions as needlessly vicious. It seemed as though time would not heal all wounds - at least not all at once. And therefore, an invitation was extended to the freshly formed Chiss Ascendancy. They would be welcomed where very few foreign entities had set foot: into the heart of the Confederacy. This day, the hope was simply the alignment of perspectives. Thus, as the scorching heat of Genosis mounted into the afternoon, the appointed hour would come at last. The Chiss delegation would find themselves guided into the bustling Golbah City, whereupon arrival one of the presidential landing pads, the Confederate party would be waiting to receive them. As with all things, both nations would set their best foot forward and work to ensure the best tomorrow for their people.

 

[Dezoti]

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GEONOSIS; GOLBAH CITY​

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If there was one place no Chiss was going to go, it was into CIS space. Especially not in the heart of their territory where they could strong arm any outsider with the full might of their military. So soon after the needless genocide of Copero none of the Aristocra would let a single Chiss answer the call in person. But, the attempt for peace would not go ignored.

A single Chiss shuttle came into Geonosis's airspace, filled only with droids. Droid ambassadors that were expendable where the Chiss people were not. Once they were guided to whoever was to meet the delegates, they would play a prerecorded message from Aristocra Prusde'Zoti'Lore herself. She stood tall, no hint of emotion on her face in the static filled holoprojection.

"I am Aristocra Dezoti, one of the leaders of the Chiss Ascendancy. We have no intention of ever stepping foot on Geonosis while the war crimes committed go unanswered. We do, however, accept that you are reaching out and invite you to a neutral location of your choice between our two nations to meet. That is the only way the Chiss will meet you. These droids will remain to get your answer, which will be sent to the Defense Fleet where we will meet in person. We do not mean any offence, but after so much senseless death we cannot trust the CIS."

The message would end there, and the droids would await the CIS's response.

[member="Eternal Muse"]

 

[Ascendant Muse]

ISENO SECTOR | Denon System

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The test of any gesture was how much one would accommodate the needs of the other. And in this case, the Confederacy considered their aspiration to align perspectives with the Chiss as genuine. Enough so that they did not look upon the Droids which graced their capital with disdain. Rather, coordinates were promptly selected and provided to the automatons, thereby enabling the Ascendancy to make their appearance at the neutral location of the Confederacy's selection. They had elected the local system of Denon - a metropolitan planet of a similar caliber as Coruscant. As of present, the southern systems had zero contact with the natives of this world, save for a courtesy call informing them of the incoming meeting within their proximity.

For the occasion, a CR90 Corvette of peerless quality had been obtained from the hosting system and would act as the neutral ground. Both parties would be welcome to send droids or whatever vanguard they chose aboard to assess if the location met their safety requirements. The Confederate delegation found no issues on their end and dispatched a shuttle shortly thereafter to meet the Chiss aboard. Once inside, the vessel featured a meeting room which had been arranged for the meeting. A wide, circular table would dominate the room and would feature enough seats to accommodate a modest delegation from both sides. This time, the hope was that the conversation might begin - in person.

TAG: [member=Dezoti]

 

[Srina Talon]

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Location: Denon Space [Corvette CR90] - Meeting Room​

Wearing: XoXoXo​

Objective: Bridge the Divide​

Tags: [member="Eternal Muse"] | [member="Dezoti"]​

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Ah, politics.

Where in the galaxy would they be without being required to maneuver minefields the size of a small starship every other day? Sometimes she regretted taking this sort of position over that of a soldier. She was good at fighting. Good with her hands. She understood trading physical blows. Verbal dialogue? It was a different sort of arena…But she did her best. The young Echani, to be frank, was fatigued. Her travels between Eshan and Confederate space were not stolen moments in which rest could be found. It was time that required her focus, her full attention, so that she could carve out the necessary effort for both places she called home. The two nations held her past, present, and future. With that in mind—The Exarch didn’t stop, didn’t take a break, between traveling from Geonosis to Denon.

Srina took a small shuttle to the CR90 Corvette that held the mutually agreed upon clandestine meeting. Even if she wasn’t required to attend every single summit, or, every single discussion in regards to the remnants of the first location the Jen’ari Empire had occupied—she wished to be present. The young woman could imagine how this olive branch would be perceived. Potentially, too little, too late. Regardless, it needed to be made. The Chiss, as they were, had never been the target of the Confederacy.

Only those that stood in their way, siding, with the filth the Jen’ari spewed. As to whom the Chiss Ascendency truly sided with at the time…It was tumultuous. There were differing opinions from anyone who could speak. Of course, it was ugly. All of it. War, filled with collateral damage, was never appealing. It was never fair. Seldom, did it hinge on any sort of morality, and rarely, would it be solved through words alone. She had many colleagues in the Silver Jedi that would vehemently disagree with her ideology. Srina was had been born with combat twined in her blood, which, made it so that she could never see it that way.

That didn’t mean, however, that she couldn’t see the damage. The grief, the loss.

Intent would make no difference to those that were grieving, or, who were already dead. The diminutive creature had seen nightmarish things on Copero. From the fallen Eternal Empire soldiers returning to life, to continue fighting, to the Jen’ari executing Chiss civilians en masse on the steps of parliament just to quell a riot. With the imperative to rid the galaxy of a newborn Empire at any cost, the destruction of infrastructure, pivotal buildings, and even a means of production had been the end result.

The blue-hued natives had a right to be wary on any standpoint possible. A right to be scared. A right to be angry—If they so wished. Such was the measure of their pain. Their pain. Of which, the Exarch did not have the hubris, to try and understand.

The nearly albino Echani moved through the halls of the Corvette in complete silence. She didn’t bring a small army of Droids, Knights, or Dauntless. There was no need. The Confederacy had already done harm, by proxy, and it didn’t make any sense to wish for more. Her elegant brow furrowed, slightly, as she thought over the upcoming proceedings. It was…Grim. Though, she would not complain.

Instead, she headed toward the meeting room, clad in a gray mourning cloak and a pale traveling dress.

Despite her schedule…She hoped very much not to be late.

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry if this post is only so-so! I was falling asleep hard - Caught a bug.

 

[Dezoti]

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DENOT SYSTEM; ABOARD A TICSUTI-CLASS STARDESTROYER​

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"Admiral Mitth'Orn'Eruod, I'm pleased you were able to accompany me." Prusde'Zoti'Lore made her way to the hanger of the ship, flanked by a number of armed Commandos. The 17th Unit to be precise. They specialized in protecting VIPs, which seemed fitting given where they were going. On route she was to meet [member="Thorne"] , probably the best fit for foreign delegation among the Chiss Ascendancy.

"We'll be meeting them in a private hanger separate from where either of us land. Somewhere where we can talk. I hope to have all guards outside so hostilities are kept at a minimum. Is there anything you'd like to address before we arrive?"

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

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DENON SYSTEM​

CR90 Corvette; Space.​

Admiral Mitth'orn'eruod nodded in greeting as he joined the Aristocra of House Lore en route to the shuttle craft, leaving the command of the Star Destroyer to a capable subordinate while the delegation meeting took place. He was dressed in his usual all-black CEDF military uniform, which had red offsets and silver piping. Over the last several weeks, there had been a steadily rising uproar within the Chiss Ascendancy, over the actions on Copero. Mitth'orn'eruod supposed that was how the Confederacy had gained knowledge of the situation, thereby contacting the Ascendancy with their offer to meet and discuss.

"Aristocra Prusde'zoti'lore," Mitth'orn'eruod said simply, before he shook his head, maintaining his pace toward the hangar. "I am glad you took my recommendation to have the Commandos in formal uniform, not the armor. I would rather we kept the technology presented before the Confederacy to a minimum, for security purposes."

Glancing to the armed Commandos with his crimson eyes, Mitth'orn'eruod felt confident they would be up to the task regardless of attire, before he looked ahead and entered another corridor and passed through the doors to the hangar. The shuttle was prepared and waiting, with other delegates present and waiting, as the pair boarded the ramp flanked by the protection detail. The shuttle lifted, passing through the hangars field, before making its way toward the awaiting CR90 Corvette. The remainder of the trip saw Mitth'orn'eruod remaining silent, as he thought and prepared for the meeting to come; he wanted to be fair, but also not dismiss accountability of those involved, and suspected things would turn into a verbal slinging match of defensive monologues...

Still, the offer had been made, and the Chiss were nothing if pragmatic.

After several minutes, the shuttle pilot announced he was docking. Mechanical whirring and clasps were heard, before the docking hatch was tested and scans performed. It seemed to check out, though Mitth'orn'eruod would be surprised if the Confederacy decided to act so brazenly as to booby-trap the Chiss docking ring. Such an act would be paramount to declaring open war. Still, precautions were taken, and Mitth'orn'eruod double-checked several items on his uniform belt that were in various pouches; things as simple as a rebreather and anti-toxin capsules, mainly focused on preparation for betrayal. In this instance, Mitth'orn'eruod was unarmed, not even possessing a concealed hold-out blaster.

He didn't need it.

Once the plain uniformed Commandos entered the CR90, securing the entryway, the Admiral followed. The starship seemed to maintain the standard layout of the class, which Mitth'orn'eruod was familiar with, so the main meeting quarters were easily discerned. Wasting no time, Mitth'orn'eruod began walking to meet the delegates of the Confederacy, leading the procession of Chiss. While typically the Aristocra would guide and lead, there remained the need for military precedence simply due to the high potential of danger posed to a leader of the Chiss - and Mitth'orn'eruod would rather be shot at first, than Prusde'zoti'lore despite her previous training and experience, of which remained a secret to all but the highest CEDF leadership...

"Commandos, as ordered, remain outside the meeting room on guard. Do not interfere unless ordered to do so."

Mitth'orn'eruod stopped at the entrance doors to the meeting room. He quickly checked the personal datapad was updated and ready on his left forearm, scanning over several readouts. He then turned to the Chiss delegates, waiting for all to catch up and prepare, before he would lead them in...

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[member="Dezoti"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Eternal Muse"]​

 

[Samara Raine]

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Denon System, Inner Rim, Known Regions​

Chiss Ascendancy Delegation​

[member="Thorne"] | [member="Dezoti"]​

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Syndic Brask'ari'sabosen was already aboard the shuttle when Admiral Mitth'orn'eruod and Aristocra Prusde'zoti'lore joined the rest of the Chiss Ascendancy's delegation. The Diplomatic Syndic was representing House Sabosen, which had recently been named by the Defense Hierarchy as one of the four major Ruling Houses after the Chiss Civil War.

The Sabosen family was now back in charge of the law and justice, health, and education of the Ascendancy. She was accompanying the Admiral and Aristocra, and serving them in an advisory role for these diplomatic proceedings with the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

The trip from the Chiss Star Destroyer stationed in orbit to the CR90 Corvette where the diplomatic meeting was being held for neutrality sake between the two factions was uneventful. Many precautions though had been taken, and would be throughout their stay in the Denon system while dialogue was established with the Confederacy in regards to especially the attack on Copero; the Chiss homeworld of the Mitth family.

Upon disembarking from the transport, the Chiss delegation quickly made their way to the designated meeting room aboard the neutral ship. As they waited to get the nod to enter, Brask'ari'sabosen took a moment to smooth over her white and rust red ambassadorial robes; the latter color that of House Sabosen's.

[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Eternal Muse"]​

 

[Malok]

Accompanying: [member="Srina Talon"]​

Tag: [member="Thorne"] | [member="Dezoti"] | [member="Karisa"]​

His fingers closed into a fist.

He had learned to ignore the dull ache by now, taking it as a testament that he was well and truly alive. In the wake of the most devastating part of the Eshan offensive, the Sith Lord was left in a rather terrible condition. If not for the timely intervention of the world's monarch, there was a possibility that Darth Metus would have met the same fat as his comrade - [member="Darth Tacitus"]. Fortunately, his mentor did as any would for a pupil and intervened. The mending she offered liberated the Vicelord from the doorstep of a second demise. However, the more nuanced wounds had yet to properly rest and mend themselves. Those injuries that yet lingered just beneath the surface of his restored skin were a nuisance to be certain - but faltering in his duties as Vicelord was the greater pain.

Every moment Darth Metus spent suspended in a tank of bacta or allowing an Obsidian healer fret over his wounds was a moment where matters flew by. He, much like his apprentice, did not have the luxury of slowing down. Not yet. With the Exclusion Zone over Eshan still being a fresh reality, the near totality of the Vicelord's focus was on maintaining the sovereignty of the Echani homeworld. He was constantly working from the orbit of Eshan, addressing his peers and constituents via holo-conference and so on. However. The priority of maintaining their latest objective had to wait when the matter of Copero arose again. The operation to put to the sword the Jen'ari cancer before it could consume the stars, at least in his mind, went favorably.

But even he, a man raised upon the sands of Mandalore, knew that there were a plethora of damages done. The reports that he received before launching the operation spoke only briefly of the Chiss in terms of allegiance. Some said that the Ascendancy fully supported the Jen'ari regime, whilst others stated that they were existing under the boot of their occupation. It was the disparity between these realities which made the operation's launch possible in the form that it was. Copero was seen as a Jen'ari world - and following the destruction of their presence, the Chiss natives would be free to reclaim it as they saw fit. That was the mindset that Darth Metus had; but the whispers reached far enough that it was no longer satisfactory to leave things as it were.

He could feel the sentiment of his apprentice as his shuttle neared the meeting point. Their Bond relayed the wordless hope that the pair both shared: that this olive branch was not too little, nor too late.

Upon arriving aboard the Corvette, the Sith, just as the alabaster woman who came before him, did not carry any weapons. He was not dressed for war by any stretch of the imagination - even abandoning the gauntlet and bracer which had served as a makeshift brace for his agitated limb on the shuttle. His fingers instinctively flexed as he moved, curling and uncurling as to dispel the discomfort that radiated from every fiber. There would be time, someday, to address this. But it was not this day. The morrow was not looking good either. In but a few moments' time, Darth Metus arrived at the side of Srina Talon - where he belonged - and graced her arm with but a touch of his offhand. The gesture was small, at a glance, but carried more weight than the Star Destroyer that had been dropped onto their heads.

Together, they could face anything. Navigate anything. Even this uncertain atmosphere. "Shall we?" he breathed. And with no further ado, the Vicelord led the way into the appointed meeting space. He hoped that they had not kept their guests waiting.