The Arch Wilder
Vulpesen smiled as he stood int he senate chamber of the Tenevi Order. It was beautiful now, its rebuilding having been expertly done by the Zorren craftsmen, some of whom remembered it back when its stone walls still shined, not that such a thing mattered when meetings were done by holocall. It was fairly annoying for such a thing, though he couldn't blame them. Even as a past member of the Republic, there was no reason to think that they might give him any grandness. A planet who's sentient species numbered in the thousands. No matter, his cause was still here and with others at his side, he would see what he could do to rally the support of others until he was large enough to return the favor. Call it a diplomatic investment. "I hope you're ready, Ophelia." With that, he moved his hand forward and turned on the holographic console, sending the message to the Republic.
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