Geneviève Lasedri
Fascists hate her!
Harsh news from Contruum had arrived only days ago, as well as the somber mood of the Republic people.
In less than triumphant fashion, the Prime Minister sat down at the station of her leadership within the Senate hall and was dictated the reports from the invasion--casualties; evacuees; predicted economic loss; acts of valor. The White Hat; the Raven of Chandrila; Geneviève Lasedri looked nigh but dead ahead, eyes motionless and resistant. She could only hear things for so long before they became weighted on her soul. Then they blurred into numbers, and she tried to keep it that way. But it was by no means simple.
By conclusion of the reports, the Prime Minister was expected to stand and give her response. Which she did. "People of the Republic." That was how she started, always. Each time, a little different; a little sadder. "We have received troubling news from the war front. The Republic world of Contruum has fallen to our persistent enemies, amounting to great loss in life and in our hearts abroad and in the Senate."
The leader removed her sunhat for once, lips pursed and hands trembling "We mourn with the Republic and curse the evil forces that promote great fear and ceaselessly defile life in all its forms." Lasedri paused to collect a few deep breaths, lips chapped; tongue raw and taste bitter. "Tirelessly, I will work to destroy the Sith once and for all, or die on the battlefields among our brethren if I must do so to protect our nation. There is no glory in suffering in the crippling grasp of an iron fist. There is no time for delay. There is no faith if leaders are in absentia.
"Freedom or death."
Now came the part where the familiar Geneviève many loved and many hated emerged. "A message to the Mandalorians." If any eyes were not already inspecting her every move, they were in the instant she uttered those words. "If you truly value our peace, you will react in due order with a public call for the arrest and indictment of Draco Vereen and the traitorous warriors under his supervision. The Republic will not stand for the allowance of such backstabbing, and will seek immediate recompense for the damages wrought by their subject lest further relations between our nations deteriorate. This is no time to politic. If the Galactic Republic and United Clans of Mandalore are to stand together against the One Sith Empire and the Primeval radicals, it is only detrimental to our united cause to permit such treachery."
"People of the Republic," she repeated with more conviction this time. There would be no doubt in her tone. "I have not yet begun to fight." Subsequently, the Republic's political head retired to her office.
Hours later, the latest executive order was sealed at the desk of Prime Minister Lasedri.
In less than triumphant fashion, the Prime Minister sat down at the station of her leadership within the Senate hall and was dictated the reports from the invasion--casualties; evacuees; predicted economic loss; acts of valor. The White Hat; the Raven of Chandrila; Geneviève Lasedri looked nigh but dead ahead, eyes motionless and resistant. She could only hear things for so long before they became weighted on her soul. Then they blurred into numbers, and she tried to keep it that way. But it was by no means simple.
By conclusion of the reports, the Prime Minister was expected to stand and give her response. Which she did. "People of the Republic." That was how she started, always. Each time, a little different; a little sadder. "We have received troubling news from the war front. The Republic world of Contruum has fallen to our persistent enemies, amounting to great loss in life and in our hearts abroad and in the Senate."
The leader removed her sunhat for once, lips pursed and hands trembling "We mourn with the Republic and curse the evil forces that promote great fear and ceaselessly defile life in all its forms." Lasedri paused to collect a few deep breaths, lips chapped; tongue raw and taste bitter. "Tirelessly, I will work to destroy the Sith once and for all, or die on the battlefields among our brethren if I must do so to protect our nation. There is no glory in suffering in the crippling grasp of an iron fist. There is no time for delay. There is no faith if leaders are in absentia.
"Freedom or death."
Now came the part where the familiar Geneviève many loved and many hated emerged. "A message to the Mandalorians." If any eyes were not already inspecting her every move, they were in the instant she uttered those words. "If you truly value our peace, you will react in due order with a public call for the arrest and indictment of Draco Vereen and the traitorous warriors under his supervision. The Republic will not stand for the allowance of such backstabbing, and will seek immediate recompense for the damages wrought by their subject lest further relations between our nations deteriorate. This is no time to politic. If the Galactic Republic and United Clans of Mandalore are to stand together against the One Sith Empire and the Primeval radicals, it is only detrimental to our united cause to permit such treachery."
"People of the Republic," she repeated with more conviction this time. There would be no doubt in her tone. "I have not yet begun to fight." Subsequently, the Republic's political head retired to her office.
Hours later, the latest executive order was sealed at the desk of Prime Minister Lasedri.
[member="Faith Balor-Organa"], [member="Akatan Adasca"], [member="Soliael Devin Talith"], [member="Ordon Trozky"], [member="Josef Levik"], [member="Danny Colen"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Persephone Callas"], [member="Valen Cerezo"], [member="Kralossk"], [member="Anija Betna"]Executive Order 00049.1 - Reestablishment of Armed Forces Internal Integrity Order
Whereas the Galactic Republic must sustain a military of great power for the defense and re-acquisition of Republic territory;
Whereas it is imperative that the morale of the service personnel of the Armed Forces should be preserved;
Whereas the population is sufficient for greater concentration of active service personnel;
Whereas the Galactic Republic does not discriminate against its citizens or citizens of other territories in which it is establishing authority;
Whereas a clone army was deemed highly successful in recent military engagements;
Whereas the government of the Galactic Republic is required to preserve its citizen population to the best of its ability;
Whereas the Galactic Republic has been faced with extended periods of war as of the advent of the One Sith aggressors;
Therefore, the Armed Forces of the Republic will reorganize its payscale for ranks, with decreases in commissioned officer pay and increases in non-commissioned pay for the betterment of the morale of the soldiers;
Furthermore, the commissioning of the clone army shall be implemented under standard military procedure, provision, and salary;
Furthermore, the maximum age of military service entry shall be raised to 37 Galactic Standard Years;
Furthermore, the Galactic Republic shall initiate an obligatory quarterly conscription lottery for the continued drafting of troops;
Furthermore, anyone with prior service in the Armed Forces or with documented descendants will be exempt from the draft.