Rise. [CIS]

[Malok]

R I S E​

GEONOSIS
Foundry XIV - Gunray

The people were afraid.

The Titans of the Galaxy were moving. Fast. Their borders swelled with each passing day. Their wars threatened to consume those who simply wanted peace. It didn't matter if one side was "good" and the other "evil" - as both were just as guilty as the next. In the end, the people had a choice to make. Either roll over and allow themselves to be consumed...or stand in Defiance. Decades ago, in the Southern Systems, the people made that choice. They decided to rise up - to not allow themselves to become exploited by the Dark or sacrified by the Light. They banded together in the name of Freedom from this sordid state of being. They became the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

And now, it was time to rise again.

Within the confines of a Droid Foundry, the spirit of Independence was being forged. Like molten metal, it was to be molded into its final shape by the only hands that mattered: the People. This day, a congregation was mustering within the walls of durasteel. This day, amidst the roar of furnaces and the din of machinery, a meeting was sleighted to begin. Numerous souls would hear of the movement's resurrection, and as such this was no mere plotting session. In fact, the word Congress could easily be applied. From the landing pads to the Meeting Hall itself, a mass of inspired souls made their way forward. Among them were soldiers, politicians, warriors, civilians - people from every walk of life.

For not a soul would be denied from witnessing the rise of the Confederacy. And not a voice would be ignored on this hallowed day.

The Meeting Hall itself was vast. High, vaulted ceilings looked down upon a sea of seats. All were arranged in a circle, culminating with a table in the middle. This was no mahogany behemoth either, but rather a humble cut of wood with four empty seats. These would be filled as the meeting moved forward. These would be filled as the leaders took their places. But for now, the one who would guide the way forward stood ready before the Table. Darth Metus, a man who had spent decades serving the first Confederacy, would champion the proceedings today. And, like his Father, [member="Darth Carnifex"], had done before, this meeting was orchestrated by his own hands. Like his Father, he had called a Congress to discuss the future.

But this time, it was not about dominance or ancestral worlds.

This time, it was about Survival.

[member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Arlox"], [member="Aut-X"], [member="Charr"], @Cori Illian, [member="Darth Interitus"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Rixas"], [member="Edward Varric"], [member="Holowan Industries"], [member="IT-88"], [member="Izevel Zambrano"], [member="Kal Jaii"], [member="Marcus Lund"], [member="Natalie LaForte"], [member="Nylea Apollodor"], [member="Sarunāties"], [member="Sochi Ru"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Valis Marr"]​

 

[IT-88]

Geonosis
Foundry XIV

Walking the halls towards the Conressional meet point, 88 witnessed the manufacturing floors of the B-series battle droids. They were odd creations, hive minded much like their Makers, but individually identifiable by their unique characteristics. Each one was childish in a way that gave them a sense of self awareness 88 had computed until now. He wasn't given emotion, or the ability to attain any, but he was unique in his own way. Being the sole inheritor of his Makers grace, 88 was a deadly machine, vastly improved by his programs and physical strength.

By design he was worth a battalion of these B-droids. Though, he identified with them, all were droids and it wasn't their serial numbers that made them special, but they all held the same blueprints, metal skeletons with sentient processing and rationale, 88 knew this CIS would be a good thing for him. Maybe even make a few 'friends'. He'd made very little contact with anyone since his activation.

88 entered the meeting hall and walked to the side with a few B1's who were on guard duty.

<<Greetings, I am IT-88, what is your designation?>>

The B1 looked up to him, <<B1-888, wow our names are similar, coincidence huh.>> (Admit it, you read it in your best battle droid voice)

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Arlox"], [member="Aut-X"], [member="Charr"], @Cori Illian, [member="Darth Interitus"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Rixas"], [member="Edward Varric"], [member="Holowan Industries"], [member="Izevel Zambrano"], [member="Kal Jaii"], [member="Marcus Lund"], [member="Natalie LaForte"], [member="Nylea Apollodor"], [member="Sarunāties"], [member="Sochi Ru"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], Valis Marr

 

[Decimus]

The Gunray Facility, Geonosis

It had been Aut-X who had arranged the location of this most important first meeting. The Gunray Facility was the largest of all of his foundries, spanning for miles beneath the planetary surface. Geonosian Workers were hard at work maintaining the automated production lines that were constantly churning out legions upon legions of Battle Droids, along with weaponry, vehicles and other war material. Such products were quickly delivered to vast underground storehouses scattered all over the planet, or activated upon completion to join the planetary defence forces.

The Super Tactical Droid strode through the winding corridors and vast open foundry chambers of the facility, escorted by his personal IG-100 Magnaguard protectors, who remained at his side at all times ready to counter any potential threats. Outside the entrance to the meeting chamber, a long line of B1 Battle Droids stood ready for inspection. Aut-X took the time to inspect every single one of them, silently, before moving into the meeting chamber. As the droid and his escort arrived, he politely bowed to Darth Metus. "I bid you welcome to Geonosis, my lord. I have awaited this day for a long time, indeed."

[member="Darth Metus"]
[member="Aedan Miles"]
[member="Arlox"]
[member="Charr"]
@Darth Inheritus
[member="Darth Kentarch"]
[member="Darth Rixas"]
[member="Edward Varric"]
[member="Holowan Industries"]
[member="IT-88"]
[member="Izevel Zambrano"]
[member="Kal Jaii"]
[member="Marcus Lund"]
[member="Natalie LaForte"]
[member="Nylea Apollodor"]

 

[Marcus Lund]

GEONOSIS
Foundry XIV - Gunray

As Marcus walked thru the halls of the foundry toward the meeting point, he stopped and looked apon the manufacturing floor fore a moment, impressed by the sheer size of the complex and the magnitude of droids it produced, he got lost in thought fore a wile, he had heard the name of the C.I.S. before a ancient name of a group whit legitimate grievances trying to split of from a corrupt republic, yet in the end falling to the same corruption Thad had destroyed its ancient adversary, toug this new incarnation of the C.I.S. seemed willing to avoid the mistake of its ancient predecessor.
Having grown up on nar shadaa he had seen many innocent people being used and mistreated just fore the benefit of those richer or more powerful than them self, yet this new C.I.S. seemed like a way to make up fore Thad, to aid those normal chouth in the crossfire.

He snapped out of his tough by the sounded of the foundry and continued on his way to the meeting hall, slightly taken aback by the size of the hall as he entered, it seem like there were many people expected.
he took a seat in one of the many chairs.


[member="Darth Metus"]
[member="Aedan Miles"]
[member="Arlox"]
[member="Charr"]
@Darth Inheritus
[member="Darth Kentarch"]
[member="Darth Rixas"]
[member="Edward Varric"]
[member="Holowan Industries"]
[member="IT-88"]
[member="Izevel Zambrano"]
[member="Kal Jaii"]
[member="Aut-X"]
[member="Natalie LaForte"]
[member="Nylea Apollodor"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Geonosis
Foundry XIV- Gunray

Aedan Miles strode forward calmly through the corridor ignoring the looks he got as he strode forward his once bright violet hair now darker violet almost almost black with streaks of crimson on it. His eyes were now silver as he looked around almost bored striding confidently through the factory snorting at the lines making droids endlessly as he turned his back on them and strode into the meeting room. Looking around at those gathered Aedan strode towards an empty section of the table pulling a chair out he dropped into it lounging in it one leg hanging over the arm as he leaned against the other arm looking towards Metus calmly Aedan pulled the hat on his head off and hung it from the back of the chair as he looked at the other members here already. Almost absently shrugging Aedan pulled out a datapad and started to look through it as he took note of recent returning raid parties swiping some of the contents to the side to be sold and others to be hidden away for later. After assigning new raiding parties he pulled up a list of ships compiling it he sent it to a secondary clean datapad that he carried before lifting it with the force and tossing it towards Metus for him to look at it contained a list of ships he had available for use by the faction's commanders. After it reached the table top in front of Metus Aedan released it carefully allowing it to come to a careful landing on the table as he pulled out a bottle of brandy opening it he took a deep drink of it calmly waiting for Metus to say something.

[member="Darth Metus"]
[member="Arlox"]
[member="Charr"]
[member="Nylea Apollodor"]
[member="Natalie LaForte"]
[member="Aut-X"]
@Kal Jali
[member="Izevel Zambrano"]
[member="IT-88"]
[member="Darth Kentarch"]
[member="Darth Rixas"]
[member="Edward Varric"]
[member="Holowan Industries"]
@Darth Interitius

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

After landing the Sovereign Stingray in a secure hangar, Tmoxin Temi made her way to the Droid Foundry on Geonosis where she’d been invited by Darth Metus to participate in a resurgence of the CIS. Now that the Techno Union had dissolved, the CIS offered the Hapan Dark Jedi and executive a cause she could rally around. Independence.

And of course for Tmoxin, independence meant doing whatever the feth she damn well pleased.

The meeting room was what one would expect for a droid foundry - stark, industrial and no-nonsense. Furthermore, there were droids at the table which was slightly unexpected, but not completely unwelcome, through the Hapan executive tended to place robots in the same category as aliens - an inferior class worthy of subjugation. Of course, she would not voice this likely unpopular opinion around her peers.

She nodded to both droids and the humans, noting how one of the men draped himself over the chair as though he were in a lounge or cantina and not in a formal meeting. She gave him a tight-lipped stare until she saw him sip from a bottle of brandy and then her countenance changed, and while it was a little early to start drinking, Tmoxin herself always found these types of gatherings were a little more tolerable with a liberal glass of wine. Her stern gaze changed into an approving smile as she sat down and began tapping her own datapad to pass the time.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="IT-88"] [member="Marcus Lund"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Kal Jaii]

Geonosis well it semed like the past loved to repeat itself. this would be the second tome the CIS was resurrected and Rhan/jai would be there to proffit
with Meran reasorces at her disposal too.
Kai docked her G wing and joined the others. keeping her knowlage to a minimum

 

[Darth Kentarch]

The galactic map and the power bases that played in its dangerous game were changing. Geopolitics, was now on the rise as new intergalactic governments rose up to annex entire sectors of space. For some time Darth Kentarch lived in comfort as the forces of the Sith and Jedi remained divided and fractured. However his adopted homeworld was now in the shadow of the recently unified Sith Empire. He could not hold out by himself in the Tingel Arm forever.

Black Mercury, Kentarch's Phasma-Class stealth ship touched down within a hangar outside the Droid Foundry. Swiftly exiting the ship, he made his way to the meeting room where the first Congress of the Confederacy would be meeting.

His eyes scanned the crowd as he passed through the threshold and took a seat in the meeting hall. He gave a quick nod to [member="Darth Metus"], and looked over the others one by one. For now he kept to himself, he pulled a data-pad from his robes and checked holo-net streams to keep up with current events.

 

[Arlox]

Arlox had to hire a shuttle to get him all the way to Geonosis, but it was worth it. At least, the pay of the job was. He had heard slight mentions of a CIS throughout history every now and then, but he was surprised that they were going to be back up and running, Arlox was especially interested in how this was going to go down. He heard this was only a meeting however and was just in his casual armor, however he did bring along his hammer, Galwe.

Arlox's shuttle landed safely in one of the hangers and he already started walking to where the room was supposedly, he walked into a large meeting hall which was quite spacious, he'd already saw a few people here. Some he heard of due to reputation, some he doesn't know at all. It didn't matter, Arlox took a seat in the meeting hall and placed his hammer to the side. He was waiting patiently for whatever came next.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal was a businessman. Some would say more than others. With a shrewed mechanical eye, and a cyborg side that would show no mercy to any who stood in his path, the man was also a killing machine. He was far from what most would call a hero. That didn't make him any less of one, that all depended on where you stand.

But he was a business man, and the CIS would need armies. Armies of droids, armies of living beings, armies in general, tanks, war machines, guns, and so on. And who would supply these weapons?

He would. He could. And he was among the best in the business. He had stood up single handedly to armies run by factions with armies greater than his own. He had armed entities larger than his own, and now he was about to do the same thing again. Well, at least, there was a 87% chance of turning a profit here. He liked those odds. If they could get him what he needed, Ardgal would gladly fly to whatever moon for these people, kill whoever they wanted, and do whatever they needed.

Why?

Because he was a businessman.

Ardgal strode through the halls of the Geonosis foundry, followed by several of his own troops and engineers. They were taking additional notes after the businessman before them, assessing what needed to be done, what they could do, and for how much.

[member="Arlox"] I [member="Darth Kentarch"] I [member="Kal Jaii"] I [member="Tmoxin Temi"] I [member="Aedan Miles"] I [member="Marcus Lund"] I [member="Aut-X"] I [member="IT-88"] I [member="Darth Metus"]​

 

[Natalie LaForte]

"We really need to clear my schedule up, this is getting out of control. It's just one business meeting to a senate meeting and no free time. Honestly." A sigh following her small speech to her sister, who for the most part was as bored as Natalie was. Walking through the hallowed halls of a droid foundry, something that she herself was personally used to, having run a company that was exclusively producing droid products. Mind you, it wasn't very interesting to her, given the fact that as a child she hated working with electronics. In truth, she only came here because she knew how much profit the original leaders of the Confederacy - or rather, the producers of its droid armies - made on an annual basis, and material goods were everything in this material galaxy.

As they reached the designated room, and feeling rather cold, she patiently sat down on one of the chairs and awaited [member="Darth Metus"] to say something. Looking around, she recognized some of the faces, unsure of why they too had been invited to this meeting. Regardless of who was chairing this, Natalie just wondered why Geonosis, the place that sparked the end ​of the first Confederacy? Surely it was time for a change of scenery.

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] - [member="Arlox"] - [member="Darth Kentarch"] - [member="Kal Jaii"] - [member="Tmoxin Temi"] - [member="Aedan Miles"] - [member="Marcus Lund"] - [member="Aut-X"] - [member="IT-88"] - [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[IT-88]

It would seem that almost everyone had arrived, that were to show, when each entered, 88 recorded their features and stored them in his databanks, never knew when you'd need a new identity and who better to use than some of the most infamous individuals in the galaxy. For most was the Sith Lord who strode in, clad in black and even to 88, gave him the willies. There was something about a being that even processors couldn't rationalize how he can exist without becoming the embodiment of darkness itself.

It would also seem that the current company was far more interested by social media applications and Bantha Crush Saga XVI. 88 figured once [member="Darth Metus"] started to speak, they'd all pay attention. The group here looked like what you'd expect to see, businessmen and women, soldiers of fortune and some dignitaries who sought to gain favor from aligning with the CIS.

88 fed updates to a holonet server on a dozen planets across the galaxy, in case he'd ever need to be backed up.

[member="Natalie LaForte"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Arlox"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] @Kal Jai i[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Marcus Lund"] [member="Aut-X"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Natasha strode, quiet, from the hangar bay to where they had been told to meet. Streaks of blonde dye still clung to her hair from previous work, and part of her hoped it would wash out soon. There was little worse than trying to get rid of a hair color change as far as first appearances went, and in this case, that was the state she had to accept. Even so, it seemed like this would be a day to remember, if for no other reason, than to have a look at some of the faces of the mighty. There would be beings of importance here, and if nothing else, the info gained here would be helpful in the future.

There was something to be said for the secrecy of a meeting like this. If you stopped those with poor motives from showing up, you lowered the chance an assassin would get through. Then again, they may not fear such things. After all, if you had the power to kill someone first, why bother with trying to hide? Shaking her head, she stepped into the cathedral-like meeting hall. Augmented eyes scanned the room first, then the faces around them. Each one would be added to whatever files they had, and, if necessary, make new ones.

She found a seat near the back corner. While it may not be the most inconspicuous, she could watch people as they came in. He wanted to know who all was here. She would oblige that.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="IT-88"] [member="Aut-X"] [member="Marcus Lund"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Kal Jaii"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Arlox"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Natalie LaForte"] [member="IT-88"]

 

[Darth Interitus]

Interitus had arrived in the old world to the meeting that was called upon by [member="Darth Metus"]. Gladly he would follow the man anywhere as they were the last two members of the Brotherhood that defied the merge with the so called Sith Empire. He had traveled from Belasco to the world of Geonosis, the world barren of most life was now being used for the creation of a new droid army. Something that Interitus might have use of in his plans for the future.

He had stalked the dark underground after departing from his ship. His hood slightly raised as so no one could see his face, he walked forward into the meeting room, removing his hood and looking around noticing a familiar face which was a Senator with whom he had clashed before. He gave a slight nod to the familiar senator and then proceeded to take his seat amongst the group.

[member="Natasha Darkstar"] [member="IT-88"] [member="Natalie LaForte"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] @Arlox [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Kal Jaii"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Marcus Lund"] @Aut-X

 

[Malok]

If one knew Darth Metus, one would think his tongue made of silver.

Over the years, he had crafted a reputation of being more than a beskar-clad Savage. For, while he did practice war as an art, he often danced upon the world stage. Be it negotiating deals on the corporate level or arguing the fate of Alderaan, the Sith Lord had cultivated a talent in public speaking. But that did not always come hand in hand with nerves of steel. Although his face was set in a neutral expression, with jaw fixed in confidence...his palms were slick within his gauntlets. Such was the reality of every speaking engagement. Such was what it meant to be Him.

As the patrons trickled into the Congress one by one, the sulphuric gaze of the Sith regarded each face. Some he recognized right off the bat - such as [member="Tmoxin Temi"] or [member="Darth Kentarch"]. Others, he knew only by reputation, such as the Senator [member="Natalie LaForte"]. For most others, who they were was a mystery. But in due time, they would all come to know one another. They would all come to rely upon one another.

Darth Metus parted his lips to speak.

Clink. Clink.

Before he could stammer forth a greeting, he was approached by their gracious host. A living relic of the Clone Wars, [member="Aut-X"] strode forth to extend a welcome to the Sith Lord. He offered a slight nod in turn, saying: "Your kindess is vastly appreciated. I thank you for making this gathering possible." He then motioned towards the row of front most seats, as if to indicate where the droid should proceed as the Congress began. Metus drew a quiet breath. Sccccccrrrrrrr. Thump. The din of a seat unceremoniously pulled from the table demanded the Sith's full attention.

He turned, only to witness one of his extended kin having claimed the seat without a care in the world. There were very few who could get away with such a move around Darth Metus, and [member="Aedan Miles"] was fortunately amongst their number. The Sith lofted a brow, watching as the undisputed King of Pirates provided a datapad via elementary telekinetics. Metus waited for the device to come to a halt before leaning forward and giving its contents a quick skim. A Naval Manifest...that would come quite in handy in the days to come. Immensely so. But. "You have my thanks, your grace." he said, offering a toothy grin. "But you've taken the wrong seat. Front row has your name on it, however."

And with that said, the time had come.

The Sith allowed a few seconds for his dear friend to relocate before stepping towards the Congress. Quiet conversations had begun to transpire, as had a sea of taps upon datapads. Yet, as Darth Metus raised his hand, a slow hush washed over the room. The man gave himself a moment to collect his thoughts, before returning his hand to behind his back.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, and Droids, allow me to first thank you for making the journey here."

The silent was broken by the boom of his voice, projected by a confidence that contrasted the sweaty palms. He could feel their eyes upon them, burning into his flesh...and thus he did not linger on any one face for long. But he pressed on. He spoke, not from a script memorized in front of a mirror, but from what bled from his heart. He spoke from the experiences that molded him into the man of the present - both good and bad. He spoke from a youth spent serving the Southern Systems: first as a mercenary, and now as Vicelord.

"When I first came to Geonosis, many years ago, I was a thug. I was young. I was impulsive. I lived my life according to who had the largest wallet. But. As I served alongside the first, modern Confederacy...my days became more than fulfilling a contract. I met some amazing people during those years; and saw firsthand what citizens are willing to do to remain free. I learned that Freedom is something that countless worlds take for granted; especially then...and especially now."

The Sith began to pace before the front most row, motioning with his hands as he continued.

"In the present, the fate of this very world is uncertain. The fates of every world we called home is uncertain. They all could be swallowed upon by a foreign power and forcefed their ideologies. They could be consumed by the fires of war or trampled under an exploitative rule. Alone, every world that hasn't already become a victim doesn't stand a chance. Yet. There is survival in unity. There is survival in banding together so that we might remain Free. There is Survival in the Confederacy of Independent Systems!"

His voice rose to a bellow, boldly proclaiming the name of their Movement. The name of their Nation. The name of their Surival.

"But."

"A question forms in the minds of many. A quiet seed that will nag and tug at their Faith until it explodes some faithful day. Many will look at me and wonder can he be trusted - is he not a Sith? They will ask if my decisions are made with the interests of the people - of the Confederacy - at the center...or if this is just my own ambition. I can...lay myself bare and plead a case for my own merits; attempt to remove all doubts from every soul in the Southern Systems. Or. I can give them something tangible - something that they can look to with absolute confidence and faith."

He motioned to the empty chairs at the empty table.

"I offer you, the People, a voice that can and will rival my own. I offer you the Separatist Council. Within our very midst now are extraordinary people whom represent extraordinary groups or ideas. They are the very best of us already, and now, together, they will embody your will. It is my resolve to lead this Confederacy down the path of Survival, but if I falter...the Council exists to right my path or replace me entirely. With all said, I now ask that these best and stand with me now and take their places:"

"[member="Tmoxin Temi"], Archon of the Dark Jedi Order!"​

"[member="Sochi Ru"], Headmistress of the Covenant!"​

"Valkin the Younger, Viceprex of the Viceroyalty!"​

"General [member="Aut-X"] of the ISAF Security Council!"​

The Sith Lord paused, permitting time for the thunderous response. As chairs shuffled and the named approached, the Geonosian Valkin the Younger whizzed overhead. Slashed in crimson, the native came to a halt standing upon his seat so that he might peer over the table in earnest. Darth Metus greeted the alien with an extended hand, rendering a firm shake before returning his attention to the others who would join him. Then, once they had taken their places, he would speak once more.

"Now is the time to write the future. This day, I look to the Congress before me - with arms and heart open to your will. How we, the Confederacy, will advance forward will be in accordance to your wishes. This day, speak into being how you would see this nation rise. Is it the implementation of common laws that demands central attention? Trade with foreign nations? Defense or raising our army? Speak now, Council and Congress. Speak so that your voice is heard, now and forever."

And with that, the floor was open to all in attendance.

[member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Akabane Jarvik"], [member="Arlox"], [member="Aut-X"], [member="B1-990"], [member="Charr"], [member="Cori Ilian"], [member="Darth Interitus"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Rixas"], [member="Edward Varric"], [member="Galven Hansol"], [member="Hades Dai"], [member="Holowan Industries"], [member="IT-88"], [member="Izevel Zambrano"], [member="Jenica Cath"], [member="Jrogan"], [member="Kal Jaii"], [member="Marcus Lund"], [member="Nar-Pal"], [member="Natalie LaForte"], [member="Natasha Darkstar"], [member="Nylea Apollodor"], [member="Sarunāties"], [member="Sochi Ru"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Valis Marr"]​

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin had been summoned to the foundry by Darth Metus who she’d known throughout the years. While she did not know him as well as she’d liked to, their relationship was built upon a mutual respect that made her a likely candidate to lead the Dark Jedi Order, a special forces type Force-wielding arm with resources at the Confederacy’s disposal.

While the Hapan executive felt that Imperial ideas and dark power would always prevail she very much embraced the separatist idea and welcomed independence. War raged around the galaxy but profit and growth would be held dear to the CIS.

Therefore she was unconcerned with the presence of Sochi Ru or any lightsiders. Furthermore, she was relieved to notice a Senator, as galaxy politics would likely come more into play in the coming months.

Metus displayed nothing but confidence and no trace of the nerves he felt, his deep voice projecting the type of philosophical leadership quality that would have others paying close attention. Watching him pace, Tmoxin listened.

When he opened the floor, the Hapan executive said, “As former Forewoman of the Techno Union, I’m extremely pleased to take up this new role of Archon to provide Force training and support to any planet which joins the Confederacy for the promise of independence. I have no demands other than we advance forward together as a collaborative unit where every voice is equal… and perhaps one more. Captain Myles ([member="Aedan Miles"]) you have certainly enough brandy for every organic in this room. I’d like to propose a toast to the new Confederacy!”

A serving droid passed out champagne glasses, and assuming the pirate king would share, brandy would be served to all who could consume it.

[member="Aut-X"] [member="Darth Interitus"] [member="IT-88"] [member="Natalie LaForte"] [member="Natasha Darkstar"] [member="Sochi Ru"]

 

[Decimus]

[Theme]​

​

Aut-X arose from his seat once Tmoxin had finished her speech, the entire room falling silent as the wizened old droid prepared to speak. "Thank you, Miss Temi. Your sentiments are shared with all who are present here today. The Confederacy of Independent Systems has always stood for independence against tyranny, even in my time. In that day and age, I fought alongside trillions of other droids against the tyranny of the Galactic Republic and their corrupt senate. A war that cost many lives, both organic and droid. A war I fear may yet be repeated, in time. That is one of the reasons I had Lord Metus host our meeting here within my facility.....the military strength of our new Confederacy is something that cannot be ignored."

Aut-X moved over to a console near the currently closed window shutters of the meeting hall, pressing several buttons. The large metallic shutters quickly slid open, revealing a series of vast production lines which stretched on several miles. "Since the fall of the Confederacy under Werah Unon, I and the Hives of Geonosis have long been preparing for it's resurgence. Foundries like this one scattered across the planet have been constantly preparing war material at my orders. In short, we are fully prepared to commence securing the local star systems within the next few weeks, and further, once repairs and refits of my armada are fully complete."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Darth Metus"]
[member="Darth Interitus"]
[member="Natasha Darkstar"]
[member="IT-88"]
[member="Natalie LaForte"]
[member="Ardgal Raxis"]
[member="Arlox"]
[member="Darth Kentarch"]
[member="Aedan Miles"]
[member="Marcus Lund"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Joining this movement was not something Akabane could have predicted he would have done. For the most part, his life was boring and simple. Everyday remained the same not bringing any variety to his life. In his mind, it wasn't okay to continue living like that. For that reason, he joined. Though there was another reason and he hoped the decision to do so wouldn't end up being a bad one.

It appeared that he was late to the meeting, which seemed to be turning into a party. Even if it wasn't appropriate to arrive late to such an important meeting, Akabane didn't serve an important role in the group. Still, he didn't take advantage of that fact to make it acceptable. Akabane walked out of his ship and left the hangar, heading towards the meeting hall. The facility was an interesting sight to see for an off-worlder like him. When he got to the destination Darth Metus just finished his speech and others followed. He exhaled in relief thinking his being late made him miss everything.

The young man took a seat close to Metus, this man offered Akabane apprenticeship and he graciously accepted. He sat down without saying a word. Akabane felt a little nervous with all these strangers around him.

[member="Darth Metus"] | [member="IT-88"] | [member="Aut-X"] | [member="Marcus Lund"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Kal Jaii"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Arlox"] | [member="Ardgal Raxis"] | [member="Natalie LaForte"] | [member="Darth Interitus"] | [member="Natasha Darkstar"]

 

[Mother Askani]

She slowly stood at the sound of her name, she took to observing before she would fix her mouth to say anything. She was too summoned by Darth Metus...and individual she had known through name and would have likely fought against if the circumstances had been different. Much of all she did now was train those who sought it on Ando Prime while she contemplated the past, and present to prepare for the future. She no longer cared to wage war...unless it was necessary.

But the things she saw so long ago that would come...she felt they all needed to prepare for. She would have never taken the position if that weren't the case. But she knew it would take them working together for survival...

The Covenant would serve it intended purpose, but also serve as a check to the Dark Jedi sect, and vice versa.

She participated in the toast, and even offered a few words of her own. "Lady Tmoxin Temi speaks of collaboration, and I must agree. There are some battles bigger than us which calls for a unified presence...I will accept the title of Headmistress and will pass on what I know to those seeking it."

She was always a woman of few words.


[member="Aut-X"] [member="Darth Interitus"] [member="IT-88"] [member="Natalie LaForte"] [member="Natasha Darkstar"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Watching carefully as everyone spoke, he declined a glass for the toast. It was a bit premature in his opinion.

"What are we toasting exactly?" Kentarch said in emotionless voice. "We have no sovereign territory. We have no real military. We have no manpower. We have no economic base or system to speak of." He did not want to kill the mood. "The Southern Systems are occupied by Hutts, and the worlds that aren't under the grip of the Huttesse influence are under that Imperial Remnant state masquerading as a Galactic Empire."

Kentarch pointed to [member="Darth Metus"]. "If this congress is going to do anything first its establish where we exactly plan to... seize control of first in the name of Separatism, and the CIS." The Sith Lord realized however many members of this meeting were not under the same amount of pressure as he was. Kentarch had formed a private mercenary army, The Black Legion, who's thirty thousand soldiers were currently besieged in the Dominion by encroaching Sith Empire forces. His Intelligence apparatus had long operated out of his adopted home-world of Ession, now it faced collapse as his home-world faced ruin.


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