Equipment:
Formal Attire, and a can do attitude
Tags:
Vuul
Bastille Rommer
Darth Metus
Hester Shedo
Darth Empyrean
Starla Morello
Agravain
Draconis would hear the final arguments past his own. He would sit as several people remained firm in not supporting the legislature because of the fact that a defense bill was a part of it. How could they not see it? The reasoning that both bills were presented as one and the same legislation was that one was not at all a debate, it would be foolish to deny on its own. Which meant the main point of contention for people was that they were unsure of the effects of the CIS creating it's own credit. To put it simply.
They were afraid of the people outside the Confederacy's borders reaction.
And while it may have been a valid concern to some, to Draconis it meant nothing. Because either those outside of the Confederacy would see it for what this truly was, a safe guard to protect the people of the Confederacy. Or they had no true good intentions towards the CIS, and therefore at best should be treated with guarded caution, if not outright an enemy of the state. The amount of power the banks controlling the galactic credit, and therefore the amount of control they had regarding especially this, with no guarantee to act with the CIS's best interests at heart was unacceptable. Draconis had read the threats, he'd had to prepare his own system for the very threats of privateering, calls for invasion, and other acts of state and privately sponsored aggression towards the CIS and her people since the announcement of Confederacy First. These people were animals, snakes in the grass who once you stopped looking out for them first and yourself second, called you an evil on galactic society. An Empire. And if that was to be the opinions of these so called allies, these self proclaimed "righteous actors" who proclaimed they had equally returned the generosity of the CIS while quietly lining their pockets with all of the credits they practically stole from CIS citizens to build up their own governments and sectors. If this act would be the straw that supposedly "broke the Bantha's back", because the Confederacy was finally doing what
it should have been for some time.
Then so be it.
Draconis would not sit idly by as the rest of the galaxy held his people at blaster point. Wielding a giant axe over their heads that spoke to them all, "We can ruin you if you don't play by our rules,". Their pettiness to construct an entire new hyperlane just to circumvent the CIS was proof enough of this. Just so they could thumb their nose at the Confederacy as a whole to let them know how beneath them the CIS was. Draconis wouldn't, nay, he could not sit idly by as his oath to his people beckoned him. He must protect them. He must protect them all, regardless of the other misguided Viceroy's cries that this may lead to more struggles outside of their borders. Were they not already struggling? Were they not already dealing with a loaded olive branch being offered their way? An olive branch that to Draconis seemed like they were offering peace on one hand, and putting a gun to their head with the other. Surric was a border world, a system that was currently on the border between the rest of the CIS and Core, which the GA sought to "unite" either by the pen-
Or by the sword.
Draconis would stand as he would proclaim loudly to the rest of those gathered here, barely waiting for the speaker to acknowledge him.
"Brothers and Sisters of our glorious Confederacy of Independent Systems, the Surric System votes aye to this proposal. And I would congratulate those who agreed for their foresight, while also beseeching those who voted nay to reconsider their stance. It is our solemn duty to represent and serve our citizens best we can, and without guaranteeing our financial security from outside actors who may, or more likely, may not have our people's best interests at heart. I must apologize to you for taking a stance not in line with yours, but I cannot serve my people as a Viceroy-elect, and allow this threat to go unanswered. And until an alternative has been presented I must support this, and plead with you to do the same. For if we cannot guarantee our people's financial security, then we are no better than slaves to those who decide that their interests will come before ours,"
Draconis would pause as he bowed in apology for not only the outburst, but surely the anger he'd inspire in his fellow Viceroyalty for his words. For a few moments he would keep his head low, and then stand back up, press the "Yay" button, donning his coat and preparing to leave.
"And I must be off, as my system calls and I must oversee the final stages of Surric's recovery and restoration. I offer an invitation to all present to admire the beauty and majesty of our worlds, as we are nearly there. I do not leave out of disrespect for those gathered, but because I can do more for my people there than I can here. And if my words have not swayed you yet, I fear they may never. I pray for your good health, and may the force be with you,"
With that Draconis would turn and leave through the double doors, his aides would wait until they were outside to start feeding him information. He was so dreadfully busy these days. They all were. He was sure that he'd get an angry message or two for leaving like this, but his people needed him more there now. He'd done his duty to the Viceroyalty and his Vicelord. He'd spoken for his people, and made their voices heard. He'd done his absolute best to represent their needs and do what he could to protect them. If his fellow Viceroys took issue with him not sitting and squabbling like Drexl over a piece of meat, that was their problem. He would not entertain those who sought to glorify themselves, or be so petty as to turn small issues into mountains because they felt slighted. He was a military man. Born on Surric and forged in the heart of the CDF through all of the wars, campaigns and battles he'd been in. That's what this felt like to him. That the CIS were now in a cold war with the rest of the galaxy because the galaxy decided they were more important than the CIS. That what rightfully belong to the Confederacy and her people was in fact theirs for the taking, and that his people should be their slaves to let them all live like fat cats. He
despised them for these invented stories, these exaggerated slights that drove them to such lengths to paint the CIS as evil. That many even saw the acts committed by the Agents of Chaos, not as acts of terrorism and mass suffering, but as the acts of a heroic freedom fighter. And they had slaughtered thousands in their campaign. Sacrificed even more of their own by using their own civilians as literal living shields. He'd been on the ground for the attacks. He'd begged them to stop to help save the civilians when they threatened catastrophe and they'd responded by killing more. He would not suffer the outside galaxy's insolence any longer. When the rest of the galaxy needed the CIS, they had come running. Bringing everything they had. When the CIS called for aid, no one answered. Not one of them lifted a finger. Not when the terrorists started using CIS civilians as a punchline to their own sick joke. Not when over 200 of the finest men and women the Galaxy might ever know
were forced to sacrifice themselves to stop a madman from glassing a planet's surface.
Not a single word was uttered to help.
So now, Draconis cared no longer what the rest of the galaxy thought. Because their actions had spoken much louder than words ever could. And their actions had demonstrated that the CIS and her people could burn for all they cared. So it was no longer if they would turn their guns on him and his people. It was
when. And the Surric System would be ready, even if the rest of his colleagues were not. Surric would stand proudly, prepared to face this onslaught when it came. Surric would demonstrate the sleeping giant had been awoken, and its vengeful wrath on those who would dare try to harm it.
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TCW: 1438
Kyyrk
. And he knew that his nephew would follow the Vicelord into the belly of hell itself without a seconds thought nor hesitation. 
