State of the Republic, Vol. I + Black Flag Order

[Geneviève Lasedri]

"People of the Republic," she began upon stepping to the podium outside the converted Senate Building in Iritsa, Chazwa's capital. The afternoon boasted clear skies and a thin breeze, and Lasedri's unmistakable sunhat was situated atop her crown as one may expect. It was a good day, for what it was worth. Maybe that would improve spirits, even if her following words went largely unnoticed. "I come before you today with renewed hope in the face of our expanding trials.

"It is understandable that many may find my words insufficient or obsolete considering the course of this war. I was elected under the banner of fortitude and resolve. I do not plan to let you down. I have done everything I can, and from here on, I will do so even beyond." Were they with her? Did they still believe in her? The Republic looked weak, and perhaps that was magnified upon herself even with the fervor she presented. She was responsible for the direction, but the people were responsible for the integrity. Or had she underestimated her role? Could she change it? Force, she had tried. "I promise you from the depths of my heart, that I still have that fire in me; that resolve. I have not relented nor have I quit. I stand beside your battlefield sons and daughter in thought every day knowing that it is my responsibility to carry their load with them. When they win, I rejoice. When they lose, my heart breaks."

She pursed her lip in pause, but emotional exposition was neither her forte nor her style. She did not linger on the sorrows long. "Our enemy does not stall. They do not turn. They murder our children on the frontlines and then murder them again for sadistic purpose. The Sith are not worthy of freedom or even of sentience. They despise freedom. Thus, we should put them out of their misery." Deal with it.

"Retreat is no option. We will not retreat. We have nowhere to retreat. Erase it from your mind and only think of 'advance'. Politicking is over. It must be done with. With no unity, we will fall. No longer should we dwell on what can we do to the Sith, but what we must do."

Lasedri's jaw quivered and her voice rasped with the next line. "Let them know that they have kicked the hornets' nest. Let them suffer their consequences. We will prevail, and you will grind their scum under your boots. There will be no remorse for what we do to their Sith overlords. There will be no quarter for that sickly Fellowship of Evil.

"We fight valiantly. Hold your heads high. For the enemy's nose is attached to their navel."

The Prime Minister then abandoned her position at the head of the gathered crowds and was escorted into the Senate Building. Thereafter, a new order was signed and sealed and dispatched immediately to the entire military.

Executive Order 00034.1 - Black Flag Order

Whereas the Order of the One Sith has murdered uncounted millions of unarmed civilians;
Whereas the Order of the One Sith is a danger to the Galactic Republic, the citizens of the One Sith Empire, and the Jedi Order;
Whereas the Order of the One Sith gives no quarter;
Whereas the Galactic Republic recognizes the Order of the One Sith to be a separate entity from the military personnel and civil population of the One Sith Empire;
Therefore, the order will be given that all members of the Armed Forces of the Galactic Republic are hereby warranted to kill members of the Order of the One Sith without provocation and without mercy by the most succinct and efficient methods possible.

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"], [member="Akatan Adasca"], [member="Soliael Devin Talith"], [member="Ordon Trozky"], [member="Josef Levik"], [member="Danny Colen"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Sankt Yora"], [member="Macharius Solaire"], [member="Lionel Roux"], [member="Persephone Callas"], [member="Volko Hydori"], [member="Cecily de Demici"], [member="Valen Cerezo"], [member="Ned Rostu"], [member="Zalaam Na"], [member="Mark Crassis"], [member="Kralossk"], [member="Abagail Vintai"]

 

[Kiyron]

Kiyron perused the new executive order, tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair as he read it. Way to go for politicians to state the obvious and give him orders he already followed. Not that he needed orders for this one. He wasn't crazy enough to try and capture a Sith. Maybe one of their acolytes or knights when working with Havoc. Never on his own though. He had survived that one on one fight with Darth Acris on Alderaan, but he had definitely come up on the worse end of that. Not an experience he wished to repeat again.

He tagged it as somewhat important and marked it for his Kaiden to read, as was probably expected.

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith stood in her room in Aldera City looking at [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] deliver a rather emotional message.

It was well delivered, and she knew many of the Republic would applaud this action to kill on site anyone of the One Sith, but as always she hoped and wanted to say that those they killed she hoped they did so knowing for sure who they were killing.

Though this was murder without trial, it was a horrible place to be caught between what you would want to have happen, the right thing, and reacting on emotions in an attempt to stop an enemy who had take so much.

Feth.

 

[Svarin Noimare]

She frowned.

It wasn't that she couldn't accept the reality of war- people dying was nothing new to her. It was the fact that the 'good guys' felt the need to give an order like that. What did that say about how the war was going?... They were losing, so it seemed, and they felt like they were reaching the end of the line. Or so many would say, but not all. Not everyone saw it as a last-ditch effort to come out on top... or simply an attempt at staying above water.

She didn't see it that way.

They were losing the war, yeah, but they weren't sinking. They weren't drowning or falling or halfway to the bottom already. No, they were trying to get past the bump. The One Sith were at the top, on a frakking throne, and the Republic was storming the hill. It hadn't been going that well, and now they were trying another tactic. If they wanted to be King of the Castle then they'd have to take desperate measures to get there.

Maybe it was a bad idea. Maybe they'd lose themselves in the conflict and they'd be left with the scraps of what they used to be. It was a hefty price to pay for a shot at knocking out the biggest player in the game. Were they willing to pay that price? Perhaps they thought they were.

But when it came to the end of the day, Svarin Wolfbane wondered how many of her friends would break before the Sith even came close to backing down.
And she wondered if she'd make it out alright.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]


Lounging in her office Patricia was sitting down on her comfy and plush office chair hand made from the Relovian islands, it was a necessity after all paper work was a queen and you needed a comfy chair for it. Taking a small break between signing forms Patricia was tuned to the news for once instead of her crappy reality TV shows where you watched a guy pick a fake wife for three months. And lucky for her the screen cut and the feed of her old friend Genevieve came on the tube. Patricia leaned up in her chair and raised her eyebrow her interest peaking at the sight of Gen readying to give her speech.

As the speech started and ended Patricia's face stretched into a wolffish grin that was nearly ear to ear, the time was coming. Executive orders to kill all sith and members of the One Sith military with extreme prejudice was no laughing matter, but Patricia gave a little humorous scoff. Grabbing her remote she turned off the holo feed and the ambient noise of the outside world began to flood into her office. But it wasn't of ships and casual conversation, it was the roar of thunder, heels hitting the ground in time with the other to create noise that could be mistaken for nothing else.

"Let me hear that!" a single voice sang out barely audible within her office.


THUNDER!!!


That first first battalion!


BOOM!!


That second battalion!!


BOOM!!


That third battalion!!!"


BOOM!!


And First Legion Says!!


SIR, I STOMP SITH FOR FUN!!


Patricia sat back in her chair stippling her fingers as she listened to the sweet sweet sound of business.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay was floating in space on one of the freighters that she had hired. She hardly ever flew in the same ship twice. It was....safer that way. As she was working on some paperwork for some of the warehouses on Commenor that she oversaw, the holonews popped on her datapad with a special Republic news report.

She listened to the speech given by [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] and frowned. Some of it was great and uplifting, but it was the indiscriminate killing part that she disliked. A bad feeling hit the pit of her stomach as she read the order to herself. It didn't bode well with her. There were some in the One Sith that helped her on her missions against slavery and she didn't want to see them gunned down for no reason other than their affiliation. And she didn't want to be seen as a traitor either.

Kay sighed and shut her datapad off. She didn't need to hear the commentary. And being an executive order, she couldn't even vote to stop it. But would it end with the One Sith? Or would the Jedi and other Force users be next? It was hard to say at the moment.

 

[Ellie Mors]

'Certainly this will cause some form of discord between the Jedi and the Republic' Came the silent thoughts of Braith Achlys while she listened to a playback of the Prime Minister's speech. There was no doubt in her mind that [member="Corvus Raaf"] would be at least mildly disappointed in the executive order - or at least the Alua'an assumed, not one to really knows what goes on inside the head of that Jedi. All that mattered was this gave Braith a justification beyond her own will to seek out and eradicate these Sith, who seem to masquerade as deluded heroes of their 'own' sort. She was certain, though, that the Republic was being labeled as hypocrites for their declaration of no mercy - likely something ridiculous about how the Republic was home to the "good" and irony and all that. But Braith didn't care about that, in all honesty she was glad. The next engagement with the Sith would be without any hesitation or holding back - before she'd simply averted an acolyte's untrained sith lightning, next time it would be a full re-purposing of their own power to provide them their own unmaking. It was one of those things that made her happy to not be a Jedi, and to have pre-dated this ridiculous conflict that seemed to stretch back to just after her initial interment within her oubliette millennia ago. Glancing around the humble abode, where she bunked together with the Jedi master that had melted her frozen heart, the Alua'an wondered where Corvus might be now, though judging by the sunlight that leaked into the corner of the room she supposed she was probably doing Jedi things or something. With a shrug and a yawn she laid back and let her eyes close lightly absent-mindedly. thinking to herself how little she knew of the galaxy after so much time had passed since the ninth millennium prior to the battle of Yavin - just over ten thousand years ago.

 

[Yuya Hajime]

Crucially, Kenshi was not interested in hearing what anyone else had to say save for the Prime Minister. The young Padawan watched from afar, in the crowd yet seemingly not even aware of the multitude of emotions, shock, awe, and primal adrenaline that pumped through their veins. A black flag order, the man had learned, was something you only issued during times of great duress or when an opponent could not be stopped by conventional means, or made to surrender.

Quite simply - he was okay with that.

There was always a time and a place when evil had to be destroyed rather than rehabilitated, there was always that moment when it was either kill or be killed. That was the nature of life; life and death and even Jedi were subject to its mystic ways. There was a balance to be made and this was it. No, the Jedi were not being made into mindless monsters bent on killing Sith. No, the Galactic Republic was not going to commit genocide against a cult of people wearing black bathrobes.

They were just allowing personnel to execute them on sight, just how people stepped on a cockroach when it skittered across the room.