Private Qui Audire Ad Astra

[Bastille Rommer]

S O V E R E I G N

Tag: Daegon Corvinus
Word Count: 507

It was no secret where Bastille's political affiliations and ideologies lay, at least to those who wanted to know it. The Viceroy of Ra'Katha had become one of the most staunch and outspoken opponents against the corrupt dealings of the Presidium, a lone, last freedom-minded bulwark against the rising tide of Separatism.

But likewise, for all the good that his opposition did, it was also no secret the consternation -- and frankly, enemies -- that it gave him. There were those who were more comfortable in their seats of power, who would rather watch their bank accounts grow fat from the benefits of following an autocrat want-to-be than stand up for the people and sovereignty of the Confederacy. And they, too, had voices. The votes on Starbound had shown that. The vote on the HERO act had shown that.

Indeed, if the Confederacy was to truly return to the bastion of independence, freedom, and sovereignty that had been championed since its founding, Bastille would not be enough. He would have to not only rally the support and votes of the Sovereingtist base but reach across the aisle to those who did not fall neatly in the confines of his political party. And what better person to begin with than the venerable Viceroy of Thyferra, the independent Daegon Corvinus?

Although it was somewhat contrary to his nature to do so, Bastille could admit that he was no sage, nor was he infallible. He had made his fair share of mistakes and missteps in his political career, both as Kemotar and Viceroy of Ra'Katha. But what made him different from so many of his ilk and trade was that he was willing to admit those flaws and mistakes where there were. He was open to reason, he was open to change. He always kept an ear open to the prospect of compromise, of workarounds that would benefit the entire Confederacy quicker than a staunch defense and adhesion to his political ideology.

And from what he had gathered from the Viceroy of Thyferra? Daegon Corvinus was of a similar breed. A man willing to make a compromise, and most importantly listen, to those who he at first disagreed with. Bastille and Daegon had little love for each other, and he knew they both likely distrusted each other's actions and intentions to a good degree, and for fair reasons. But hopefully, after this talk, the two would be able to leave with a gained trust and mutual respect for each other. And a possible collaboration in which they could affect the future of the Confederacy for the better.

As his personal shuttle descended down Thyferra's gravity well, these thoughts all dwelt on Bastille's mind. Was it too much to hope for? Was the Viceroy of Thyferra a target that lied firmly out of Bastille's reach? Perhaps so. Perhaps he was grasping further than he could reach with this meeting. But there was the possibility, too, that his apprehensions would prove to be wrong.

Because, for those who listened, to them went the stars.
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[Daegon Corvinus]

WEARING: xxx
TAG: Bastille Rommer | Seraphina Corvinus

It was odd to be expecting another from the Viceroyalty to enter is home when that person was not one Daegon considered to be a friend of even a like mind. Derek Dib had yet to return to the Viceroyalty sessions, and those Daegon could count on as ally's were becoming few and far between. The truth was a single pact of Viceroyals had found a way to create a decent voting block, and Deagon did not like it. They parroted each other rather than thinking about what was best for their own worlds and the Confederacy as a whole. Their minds were not set on the small things like having to explain why they voted for something which would be disruptive to the individual planets they represented.​

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Naturally Daegon ensured his wife knew about everything. Serphina would have insisted on cooking everything herself, the pastries and the delicious assortment of finger foods which would be laid out on the terrace of Heaven's Gate, the personal home of the couple. Bastille would hopefully appreciate the circumstances. Even though Seraphina could no longer see with her eyes, it did not mean her mind was not still as sharp as ever. She consulted in every matter, and was privy to every conversation. They decided on the direction Thyferra would vote together, certainly the leader of Ra'Katha knew this to be the case.​

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"Your guest has just entered Thyferran space, Lord Corvinus," the head of the domestic staff informed the Vicelord.​

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Daegon nodded his head as he set down the datapad which had certain talking points for the meeting. The Demon of Thyferra wanted to be sure he was well aware of his position on a great many of subjects. One thing about his arriving guest was his propensity to have an opinion about everything, and Daegon wanted to be able to match each with his own response. Certainly one thing would be true about this meeting, Bastille Rommer would keep the man on his toes.​

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"Please send him the landing coordinates for the landing pad here, and when you meet him please apologize on my behalf for not meeting him in person. I prefer to remain on the terrace here with Seraphina."​

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It was rare they were ever more than a few meters away from each other. The events on Siskeen only solidified that for the Epicanthix. How many meetings and sessions had the Viceroyalty been subject to a projection of his image while The Angel of Thyferra remained in a bacta tank? There were more than he could count on one hand, in fact, Daegon had long lost count. Still, Daegon smiled as he picked up the datapad once more.​

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His guest would arrive soon, and their discussion would be under way. Daegon could only hope the man was not so delusional to think he would walk away with the Demon's undying loyalty and support.​