Location: The Desert Rose
Wearing: Tungsten + Argon
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CIS: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Alden Akaran"] | [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Madalena Antares"]
SJO: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="John Locke"] | [member="Aida Aquila"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Gianna Aegis"]
ORC: [member="Peyton Steele"] | [member="Atlas Drake"]
The ivory-haired woman remained silent while the room spilled into a torrent of opinion and recollections. Her unfeeling gaze remained on [member="Veiere Arenais"], pointed, and unflinching. Throughout every declaration, every statement, they did not leave the Jedi Master. She could not find any fault in his standpoint. Not from that of a war effort, or, that of the maintaining his loyalty to the Silver Jedi.
Still. Her jaw tensed, something that was present, though, almost imperceptible. Could Veiere Arenais truly fight the woman he had called his Queen? Could he fight someone he had wed, slept beside,
the mother of his children?
From his words—It seemed so. He claimed that he would do what was right. What was necessary. How
Jedi of him.
The holo-projector held the desired effect. Though, perhaps unnecessary. The Silvers and the Core Imperial Confederation knew acutely what it was like to be the target of aggression. Her focus shifted, briefly, as [member="Gianna Aegis"] spoke plainly in regards to the stance of the Outer Rim. A pale eyebrow rose, baleful, when the two parties began to bandy about stances and opinion. It reminded her of why she loathed politics.
“The eternal battle between Dark and Light is not the war the Confederacy is waging. This is not a holy crusade nor have we suddenly decided to slide one way or the other on the cosmic scale. Neutrality is a thin line to walk, though, we do keep our own council of right and wrong. This is why all people are welcome across our borders. Even—”, she nodded her head toward [member="Alkor Centaris"],
“—those with a Mandalorian background. We have plenty in our space that do not follow or condone the actions of this Sole Ruler. One person is not our enemy. We fight far more than that. Our current enemy, by their own deeds, are the Clans of Mandalore and those that stand with them.”
An altercation with the Sith Empire would come. Perhaps not today, nor tomorrow, but it
was an eventuality. After the fall of the Galactic Alliance, and the destruction of the Core, they had done what was necessary to put their people, and thousands of refugees, at ease. Going to war with an ally of another nation was the quickest way to ensure tensions rose—And rise they did.
Defeating the Clans of Mandalore was strategic
just as much as it was a necessity. No one wanted to admit it. No one wanted to say it out loud. But, she could feel it lingering the back of the minds of the people she was closest to. It was written on the back of their hearts, etched, where the light of day would never see. When it came to securing safety for their people? The First Order had broken into shambles. The Jen’ari were dust. The New Republic? Gone. The Chiss…They were content, for now, to rebuild. What was left? The Clans, and their ever watchful, ever present parent, the Sith Empire.
The Clans of Mandalore, as vicious, and irritating as they had proven themselves to be had a larger problem. They were in the way.
Srina remained silent while her Master brought the slight bickering and discussion to a close. The phrase
“What say you” again entered her ears. If the Echani could have smiled, and if it wouldn’t have broken her face, she might have. [member="Darth Metus"] was never one to mince words, to tear them apart, or to imagine slights that weren’t there. In her opinion—The nations had already spoken. It was not a matter of intent. It was a matter of resources. Speaking of resources, there was one other thing to adjust. The Outer Rim had already retained several of their brightest for their war efforts. The attack on the Core was new.
“Before we adjourn—”
The young woman paused when an aid entered. The woman was light of frame, with tan skin, and tight curls to her hair. It was clear that she worked for the communications services that the Vanguard offered by the neatly pressed uniform. The Exarch did not react visibly, but, there was a certain level of concern that wound around the base of her spine. They were not to be interrupted.
A holo-doc was pressed into her hand before the woman summarily departed. Possibly, quicker than she had arrived. When Srina read the contents of the missive she knew why.
Eshan. Her homeworld was under attack, just as Umbara had been, by men claiming to be part of Clan Cadera.
Again.
“It seems that the Mandalorians have once again moved. This time, returning to Eshan. Details are still inbound but our forces are already moving to intercept with the permission of Echani Command.”
If there was any anger in her tone—It would be missed. She read it as if she was reading from a dictionary. Lifeless. Straight and to the point. The force-sensitives in the room would know differently. Srina excelled in many things, even, at keeping her emotions buried. But the darkside responded. Ever since Kuat…It rang in her ears louder than it ever had. The Confederacy would go to war. This Summit was not a question. It was rally. They would move, regardless.
“As I was saying previously, before we adjourn, we do have an asset to add to the edges of Silver Jedi space with the Silver Assembly signing off. A Confederate super star destroyer will be assembled in the asteroid fields of Roche. The Silver Jedi is welcome to choose any sort of embassy, or stronghold, that they may wish to create in our space. From the Light Sided Nexus on Monastery to a space station, or ship, or anything they perceive as equivalent exchange. Once complete the primary function of this asset will be to patrol the border between the Silvers and the Mandalorians to allow early warning, and, a quicker response time in the event of an attack.”
Umbara...It would forever be a reminder, of a time, when they'd simply arrived too late.
“As the Core Imperial Confederation was just dealing with an altercation, we would like to offer assistance, if it is required. [member="Scherezade deWinter"] and others of our nation have already pledged to aid the Outer Rim in their battles with the Sith. They will have all they need at their disposal.”
Srina fell silent after that. Her notice of an SSD in Silver Jedi space should have been a high note. It would be a reason for
all of the allied nations to gather, again, though hopefully with good news instead of dark tidings. Instead, with the sudden news of Eshan, it felt like ash, burning her throat. Nevertheless…She would serve her purpose. She had a responsibility to fulfill, a role to play, and with that in mind she would calm her heart. Silence it, if need be. It had no place here.