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[Darth Metus]

N A B O O​

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Every man has sinned.

Within the Galaxy, not a single soul was blameless. Not a single man, woman, or child walked the chapters of life without harming another. Such was the reality of being alive, it seemed. Yet, there were some who dared to claim a high ground of morality. When all righteousness is as a filthy rag, they believe their filth is somehow...brighter than others. But, in truth, their hands are just as mired in blood. Just as caked in ash. Just as vile as the rest. All souls have sinned. And, therefore, all souls must answer.

In the most recent months, the Southern Systems answered for their own sins. The crime of mercy offered to a madwoman allowed an insurrection to be formed. Chaos ran amuck throughout key members of the community. Lives were lost. Worlds went dark. All due to the madness of a single woman. With hindsight being as it was, there were many within the Confederacy who wished they had extinguished her life early on - rather than offer mercy. Her ties to old loyalties had seen her spared, yet that sin...that mercy...had caused many fires to burn.

It had taken no small effort by the Southern Systems to remedy the rampages of the madwoman. And, finally, peace had returned to their midst. Yet, as the restoration of their people was complete, their eyes witnessed a new reality on the horizon. The sins of the Sith Empire had resulted in a schism. Civil war had broken out. And in the ashes, a new warmachine was on the March. Moreover, the Core itself had found itself dominated by a new Alliance. One born of Imperium roots and Corellian ambitions. The reality on the horizon was one full of those claiming to be righteous. Full of those claiming to have the high ground of morality.

Only time would tell how their sins found them out.

For now, the question was how to navigate this reality. Shortly before the insurrection, the Southern Systems had been directed to place themselves first. For years, they had been fighting the wars the righteous failed to win. They had put down the Jen'ari, the Galactic, and Mandalorian Empires. They had sent their sons to die on foreign worlds time after time after time. Now, after focusing inward, the Galaxy cried out in disapproval. Some demanded that the Confederacy owed a moral responsibility to its neighbors. Others wept over supposed economic pitfalls. Yet, the nation still stood.

The Confederacy would answer.

On Naboo, within the chambers of the Vicelord's Presidium, a gathering had been called. Officially, those present were either off world, or going about their duties. Unofficially? They watched as Darth Metus rose from behind his desk and stepped across the floor of his office. The bar behind him was adorned with many glasses - and even more options. Idlewil always suited him best. The vessel was filled, about halfway, before he turned to face his fellows. Ministers. Exarchs. Agents. His best and boldest.

"I'm hearing some interesting news these days." His words were punctuated by a sip of his beverage. "Question is, who are these people? What do we know?​

 

[Adron Malvern]

MEETING​

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"We have seen their kind time and time again." The Exarch was one of the first to speak.

Admittedly the Exarch had been busying himself with more administrative work than he usually chose to take on. Lately it seemed there was no shortage of functions and works that were in need of direct observation by the Office of the Vicelord. Along with John Locke the logistical transfer of government had gone off without a hitch, which finally opened the Exarch's back to the flourishing capacity of their station. During his time working on the transfer of government he had heard all about the stirrings in the core.

"Powers rising and shifting in the core did not concern us, once, however now that we've grown so large it seems we must be wary of the rabble who gather in the center of the galaxy." The Exarch had a datapad sitting in the center of his lap and a pair of eyeglasses upon his face. He shifted his glasses onto the top of his head while looking to Darth Metus with a curious expression. "Do you believe we could be facing hostilities?" He questioned, before tapping into the datapad to briefly scan over some of the more common knowledge information that the Ministries passively compiled for the use of the Office.

"I have not heard of any reports, military or otherwise to suggest they are a direct threat to us. However, from what I've seen they are like most of their predecessors in the core. A disillusioned bunch with idealistic minds towards a united Galaxy of systems with the core as its bright little beacon." He glanced over those others who filled the room and ran a hand across his chin in a moment of thought.

"If more information is needed we need only dispatch intelligence agents to ascertain some key information. Prominent political leaders, economic standing, trade information, military strength, and whatever else necessary. With the Agents of Chaos still looming in our back pockets it would do us some good to remain vigilant for any other....opportunists." He said finally.
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[Holt]

R O O K​

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"Question is, who are these people? What do we know?"

Holt looked up from where he was standing, in the corner of the room, almost unnoticed. All surrounding him were people of the office much more important than he; he was a spy, the spider on the wall, the silent watcher of the galaxy. He did not act, he observed. These magistrates, these generals, these leaders, they were all more important than he.

Yet, despite all of those reasons, he suddenly found himself speaking.

"Exarch Malvern, if I may," the words escaped from his lips. And while he had not intended to speak, he was now briefing the entire room anyways. "While the New Imperial Order is very much focused on its civil war with the Sith Empire, the Galactic Alliance is turning a much more aggressive eye towards our borders. They believe it is their. . . manifest destiny to control the Core, and our territory in the Atrisia and Abregado-Rae systems stand in the way of that," he spoke matter-of-factly. With the Agents of Chaos already striking at four different systems in the Confederacy, the Rookery had been paying close attention to their aggregate of space in the Unknown Regions. But to not pay attention to anything else was to inflict blindness on oneself. The Confederacy was not without eyes, nor ears on Coruscant. Whatever happened in the Core, the Shadowfeed knew.

"Their military strength is not something to be ignored," Holt continued in his monotone voice. "Their military is primarily funded and constructed by the Republic Engineering Corporation, and they have the industry and shipyards of the Core Worlds to build their designs easily enough. Economically wise, they were gravely hurt by the tariff policies enacted, which is one of the reasons they charted the Starbird Trade Spine. Now that the Taloraan system is joining us, their bypass will no longer work, likely giving them enough provocation to consider war."

Holt did not recommend any action; he was an informant, and military strategy was not his area of expertise nor was his place to do so. He merely informed the assembled leaders of what he knew. Nothing more.

 

[Visanj T'shkali]

Meeting with the Bosses​

“I don’t care and you’re not listening. Get the maintenance bots working. You’re never gonna get that stain out so just replace the whole carpet….yes, authorize the life insurance payment….no….NO…do not list cause of death as anything but ‘workplace accident’….yes, I am aware of the blaster holes in her skull….listen, this meeting was important and I should have been told days ago….she forgot? Oh well, sure, then all is well, I mean it’s not like a room full of Ministers and Exarchs and Vicelords is any big deal….I don’t care if you loved her….yeah yeah, she was your mother, I get it…whatever, just get it done…here now, gotta go…” Vis closed the commlink as she opened the door and walked into the meeting.

“Sorry I am late. Slight HR problem…inter-office communications…you know how it is.” She took an open chair and settled herself, producing a tumbler and flask and poured a drink, setting the small glass with the golden elixir in front of her and lit a cigarra as she leaned back, taking the first slow drag and smiling again. She wore a black blazer, sleeves pushed up to her forearms, and matched pants, black leather ankle boots with 10 cm heels, a very fitted blood-red blouse, low-cut, and her hair in an up-do. Not bad for a half hour notice.

“So what’s up? How’s everyone?”

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[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
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Another council meeting. Gerwald rolled his eyes at the summons knowing it was likely to accomplish little. The Stewjonian native was bored of the politics his role required, though did not shy away from his duties. He was needed voice, or so he had been told on occasion by those often requested his presence. He had learned the art of proper behavior from one, the ability to settle himself from another. The only skill Gerwald lacked was how to speak with tact.​

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His dress was not designed for a formal meeting, nor did he care. The fact Gerwald even had some kind of blazer on to begin with was nothing short of a miracle. He only dressed fancy for black tie events or diplomatic meetings which he was sent as a representative of the Confederacy and not a guard. Today seemed casual enough that he felt a bit more free in his choice of attire. After all, he was supposed to be out in the field according to official reports.​

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Gerwald leaned back against the far wall away from the rest which gathered. It did not take long for people to begin talking before all who had been invited to attend had arrived.​

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Typical...​

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The Lord Marshall had observed that those who wished to be something they were not had the tendency to speak before they listened, or before others arrived. Many simply liked the sound of their own voice and usually had nothing useful to offer.​

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Darth Metus , the Vicelord, did ask what those around the table knew of the news which had come across his desk. Was there anything to know? Did they need to know? Apparently the Vicelord deemed it necessary. Gerwald only had once concern with this meeting. Did he need to prepare for another war? There would have been a time when this was not something Gerwald would have to consider. The Confederacy would see the growth of an Imperial faction and wipe them off the map before they could become a nation. In this they had failed as of late.​

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Had they been distracted? Perhaps. The Agent Wars had not helped matters. Gerwald had been too close to them to pay attention to what was happening on the galactic stage. His sister, and two women he had once counted as lovers, had both played primary roles in the conflicts which had ensued. There were whispers that those who knew blamed Gerwald directly for the conflicts. A fact which drew a smirk to his face. The lupine hoped that no one noticed. Were there any truth to that statement then Gerwald's sins were the most grievous of all.​

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A role of his eyes followed the report of the "spy" in the room. Holt had some good information, but there was one point of contention he had with what was said. Unless the Galactic Alliance held a trade agreement with the Confederacy, their economy had not been injured at all.​

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For now it was best to observe, while his eyes searched for a friendly face, or at least one he trusted.​

 

[Vytal Noctura]

The Nightmother strode into the chambers wearing her red armor. She saw no need to rush to done the white robes as this was less of a formal function as one intended of swift deliberation. Appearances were the least of the priorities when gathering like these surfaced. They had become a bit too common as of late as well, but that was not in their ability to control.

"This Jedi Order and the Imperial Order have seemingly found common ground in combating the 'Sith Threat.'" The pale woman paused to scoff to one side. "For now their eyes are on the Sith Empire, whose suffering I do not shed tears over." They held Dathomir and had sought to do it no favors until Pom stepped in; though Vytal remain concerned for her Sister's well-being. A Sith Lord -- especially an Emperor of them -- could not be trusted. "However, I know the whispers spoken of the Confederacy. They will manufacture reasons as the Agents of Chaos did if they cannot find something other than the Vicelord's history in the dark powers. They will turn their gaze to us inevitably. If for no other reason than to fuel their own imperial mandates and continue to justify their own existence."

"As for the Galactic Alliance," Vytal's black lips grew taunt at the corners as she gave a small shake of her head. "They seek to extend borders on a map for the same reason -- to fulfill their hollow promises to their people. There is nothing behind their expansion except the act of expanding, else they would reach out to us to coordinate helping the people of the worlds and not planting flags and crowing on the holonet." Truthfully, the Alliance held the least of the Nightmother's interest. She was attentive to what they did, but she was not interested in their reasons or agenda. It was not the drive of Witches to police the galaxy. Politicians often rattled sables to distract their people from what should otherwise be obvious.

The imperial-aligned factions were more of note for their hatred of 'Sith' or 'Dark Siders.' No doubt those two groups would burn every tome, shatter every holocron they could find to erase knowledge of the Dark from the galaxy. Fools all. Zealot Jedi with no regard for what could be learned. They clung to their labels to make the world seem black and white, easy to understand, and to turn a blind eye to the difficult questions inherent to life. At least the Silver Jedi, for all their nervous looks toward the Dark Siders in the Confederacy, were not so blinded by dogma; it was what kept the Nightmother interested in them as partners. They could learn and do much together.

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[Nyx N1X3]

Nyx stood off to the side of the group as her optical sensors regarded those present.

"Grandmaster Wyatt Morga of the New Jedi Order was seen on Muunilinst engaging the Sith Emperor Carnifex. Imperator Irveric Tavlar of the New Imperial Order was recently seen in the assault on the Sith Capitol, Bastion." The droid paused and gave a subtle pivot of her cranial unit in the Nightmother's direction. "I must concur that should the Sith Empire fall, both of these factions may turn their attention toward us, or the Silver Jedi, as a continuation of their present mandates. The New Imperial Order is not at present friendly toward the Silver Jedi, and with the New Jedi Order insistent on uniting Jedi under their banner it is possible the Silver Jedi would be the next target. However, they could use the Galactic Alliance to engage in a proxy war against the Confederacy as both factions are committed to eradicating all Sith from the galaxy -- and the definition of what constitutes a Sith may not be as well-defined as some would believe."

Her cranial unit shifted back toward Metus. "I have associates that have been keeping up to date on the Galactic Alliance and New Imperial Order's movements given their probable, future hostilities. I will ensure due attention is paid toward the New Jedi Order as well."

No breakdown of the two faction's beliefs was offered, as it seemed unnecessary to launch into such a detail analysis. A group such a this would care to keep the dialogue moving. If, however, it was sought after or necessary to the discussion, Nyx would be happy to provide it. "Should it be necessary, a summary of the New Imperial Order's military capabilities can be provided. A more in-depth review would require tasking resources with this assignment, if it is deemed necessary." One could learn much from watching others from afar, but not everything. If it was of importance, more could be uncovered. Nyx was not doubt to task a cell with such an assignment without cause, however; and at present neither faction was a clear and present danger worth proactively tasking them herself.

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[Amelia von Sorenn]

S O M N U S​

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Paranoia at times meant security in the long run - willing to incur the wrath of the Vicelord by not making a physical appearance - the idea of bringing the entire upper echelon of the Confederacy together into one location - secret or not - was not something she was willing to risk given the more recent state of affairs. First Geonosis had been attacked, followed by an old ally turning their own ire upon the Confederacy as they openly committed terrorist attacks and atrocities upon the people they had once served. With Ryloth and Rodia still fresh in her mind, the more recent transition of the capital to Naboo was still something that could easily be taken advantage of - nor was she willing to place herself in such a situation that could potentially remove the head from the snake as it were.​

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As the meeting began, she would appear - though in a different fashion. In her stead stood a Series II N6-HRD, which in turn carefully set a holographic projector down where she would have stood. The woman appeared after a moment in the shimmering blue-hue so often the common marking of such devices. Having preemptively removed her helm - which sat out of sight in her office - she offered a silent bow of her head to the Vicelord, though would not waste time going into the reason as to why she was not there physically. She was sure that the Vicelord could understand her reasoning, and if it came to it that he was unhappy with her as the Grand Marshal, he was more than free to designate someone else for the position.​

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For now, she would keep silent, intent on listening rather than openly boasting or throwing out unfounded information. She would permit the others to speak - after all, her most stirring words often came when she was attempting to show mercy to an enemy or rallying a fleet against that enemy. She was never one for the more diplomatic aspect of governance - which is why she enjoyed her position as the Grand Marshal, merely needing a direction to be pointed in and an enemy to strike was more than enough to keep her content. In her own hand, she cradled a crystalline glass - and though it was likely difficult to discern the color of the sanguine liquid due to the hologram - it was easy enough for those that knew her to deduce what she was drinking as she brought the glass to her lips for a silent sip of the liquid.​

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[Luna Terrik]

M E E T

Wearing: Dauntless Command Dress
Objective: Speak and learn.
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Luna was tired.

That much was to be expected. The restructuring of the Dauntless, back to their imagined command squad state, had meant many, many long nights of looking over troop reports. There were recruits to find in the dissolved army. She couldn’t remember just how many regiments she had looked over in her office, pouring over them to find the golden nugget in each. While it had given her plenty of new recruits to look at and transport to Camp Phoenix, the process had left her ragged and sleep deprived. Despite having faced down a trip across the Confederacy for a meeting of the War Council, the prospect of taking some time away from her desk rejuvenated her a bit. Even now, sitting in what she would typically regard as her stuffy officer dress, the Grand Marshall could not have looked more bright eyed for the meeting ahead.

She kept her expression firmly neutral, however, attempting to keep an air of professionalism about her. The minister of sciences obviously did not believe in this, as her entrance clearly demonstrated. Luna couldn’t judge, though. Not everyone could hold themselves the same way, and admittedly her entrance did bring the slightest of smiles to the officer’s face. The momentary distraction was just that, momentary, and the focus of the meeting returned to the possible threat that the Confederacy could be facing.

The general feel of the room could be described as cautionary, but not reactive. Whether it was an agent from the newly formed covert ops division, a former exarch, a witch, or even a droid, they all seemed to have their opinions of how large a threat the New Imperial Order might pose. In truth, Luna had little knowledge before this meeting of how the imperial sect functioned, their military strength, or even their economic situation. Thankfully, that’s what the prep for the meeting and the flight to the capital had been for. And the insight from the other members of the Council had been enlightening for herself.

“For the Dauntless,” She started, her voice following her partner Grand Marshall, whom she regarded with a nod before beginning. “And, frankly, the entirety of the Confederate Military and force orders to work at their most efficient, we need the intel to do so.” There was a pause, grabbing the holopad that sat in front of her to pull up a list created before the meeting it. Upon finding it, she slid a finger upward on the screen bringing the list to project in the center of the room. “Between the Knight Obsidian and the Shadowfeed, we should be able to secure the North and Northeastern boarders. We need to know about how they are moving, if at all, so that we can plan our own troop movements. The longer we wait to begin these measures and reinforce those already in place, the larger the risk of us falling behind if they do make a move against us.”

There was more to be said, but Luna was happy to allow others to speak at this point. This was a meeting of the minds for a reason. Angles that might not be seen by her could be completely covered by another. And making sure those shadowy corners were covered could be the difference between a productive meeting and one that went nowhere.

 

[Ciri Jade]

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//Loc: Vicelord's_Presidium
//Obj: Provide_Intel
//Alt_Obj: Listen

Questions regarding foreign powers seemed to quickly become the norm follwing the end of the conflicts on Rodia and Talay. Work put into ensuring security of the systems within Confederate Space patching holes created by failures of the former leadership of the former Ministry of Secrets had been the forefront of her mind as well as keeping up-to-date on the Sith-Imperial Civil War among other things. A finger tapped lightly on her sleeve, soft enough not to create any notable noise as she listened to what those who were present had to say. Though, it was only after Grand Marshal Luna Terrik spoke that she spoke up, taking her turn.​

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Tilting her head slightly, she spoke with a calm tone, eyes fixated upon Adron Malvern with the proper respect. "Exarch Malvern, following the.. incursion by the terrorists that see fit to call themselves the Agents of Chaos, steps have indeed been taken toward that end. Not just to watch for those of the Agents but to keep an eye out for incursions by any who see fit to slip into our space. To that end, there are eyes on the Nothern and Northeastern borders of our space though soon enough these will be reinforced by more superior toys that will allow for better alerts to be given to HIGHCOM and the Exarchy. Lessons learned from the intrusion in Golbah and the recent attacks on Ryloth, Rodia and, Talay have led to this."​

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Leaning forward slightly, she glanced at her datapad at a constant feed of data coming through before her eyes turned back to those present. "The Starbird Trade Spine was an attempt to go around our space, ensuring "safer travel" for those wishing to move from the Core to the Outer Rim. These are the words of the Alliance. With our approach to the systems they have set it up through, they may indeed see this as an act against them. A probable cause for seeking war or political actions against the Confederacy. By these words, they likely believe we hold the galaxy's great hyperlanes in some grip which could lead others to ruin." ​

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[Caesar Kenway]

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A flickering hologram displayed the Minister of War, wearing an all black suit with a white button-up underneath it. Around his neck there was a Confederacy-Purple Tie and on his left lapel, a pin with the Confederate Flag. He was sitting down in a chair, the same kind one would find in his Office on Zaadja or Naboo, though he spent as much time in his Captain's Office of the C.N.S. Hell Hound as he did in his Offices on Naboo and Zaadja combined.

In his hands, he held a datapad, one which he used to send a message to all members of the Ministry of War's High Command, that being, the Deputy Minister and the Grand Marshals. It was an encrypted message, short and concise answering their questions.

The meeting had been called by the Vicelord, and had interrupted the Minister of War right in the middle of doing paperwork, a rare and odd pleasure he somehow found entertaining. Once a workaholic, always a workaholic. Though he found the meeting necessary, on the topic of hostile nations, that did not stop him from resenting the interruption.

For all that he resented the meeting, he had to admire the Vicelord's selection and taste in alcoholic beverages. Caesar could make out atleast five different galaxy-name brands. Certainly nothing cheap, and it left Kenway wondering if anybody kept track of the Vicelord's budget. It certainly would be a good idea, considering how much he must spend on child support alone.

He noticed Adron Malvern, a familiar face within the Exarchy, one whom he had talked with many a time. As always, Exarch Malvern was very aware of his facts, and started off the meeting. It brought back a memory of Caesar's first time attending a Viceroyalty Session, one of the very few meetings he had attended before being raised to the position of Minister of War.

People talked. Kenway listened. He had nothing more to offer on the subject, really, apart from advice. Though, he did remember a little fact that others seemed to have forgotten. One he cleared his throat for.

"While we are all on the topic of threats to our nation, I would like to raise the issue of the Bryn'adûl. I'm sure we all remember the Battle of Eshan, between us and the Mandalorians? If we remember that event, then surely we all remember the giant, rock-eating worms that bored holes in the planet? Those worms belong to the very same Bryn'adûl. Currently, these brutes and savages occupy a large amount of space to our North-East, and border the Silver Jedi Concord."

"I think it is important for us all to remember the destruction caused by three of those worms to a single city. Since then, they have grown from a small force to a horde enough to raze worlds and terrorise the innocent. Intelligence Agents have already reported back to me that they possess gargantuan machines of war, all biological in nature. They have destroyed civilisations and conquered planets. They do not know the meaning of the word peace. While the Galactic Alliance and the Lawless Space, North-West and West of our borders, respectively, are no doubt a threat, the Bryn'adûl, those monsters, will terrorise our Eastern Borders if we are not watchful of them, and ever-ready to defend against them."

And with those final words, the Minister of War ceded the floor to further discussion on the matter.​