Faction The Fate of Alderaan (THR)

[Gram Arranda]

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Fearing an invasion by the Sith Covenant, the government of Alderaan sent a delegation of ambassadors to Naboo with an earnest request: let Alderaan join the High Republic as a member world. Chancellor Dominique Vexx has already agreed to station Republic military forces in the Alderaan system as a gesture of solidarity, but the question of membership must be decided upon by the Senate.

Ambassador Gram Arranda and Junior Ambassador Liana Organa have arranged a reception at the newly renovated Alderaanian Embassy in Theed to promote their cause. The event—featuring live music, food, and a showcase of Alderaanian culture—is open to all interested parties. Make connections and network with political figures, explore the exhibits, and enjoy the festivities. The fate of Alderaan is in your hands.

OOC: This thread will function as the Senate hearing for the Alderaanian Cession Bill. At the end, there will be an OOC vote on the bill to determine whether or not steps will be taken to usher Alderaan into the High Republic.

 

[Gram Arranda]

Gram stood in the wings of the convention hall stage, dressed to the nines and with his hair perfectly coiffed. In a few minutes, he would be going out on stage. His prepared greeting was very short—only a few sentences welcoming the guests and thanking them for coming—and yet he still felt uneasy. His eyes darted toward his wife Vera, who was peering past the curtain. “How many people are out there?” he asked.

She turned to look at him, the long train of her blue satin gown pooling like liquid around her as she moved. “Plenty,” she replied. Seeing the uncertain look on his face, she stepped closer to him, reaching for his hand. “Don’t worry about the numbers. We already know that they hear us.”

Gram sighed, knowing she was right. Ever since he was called upon to lead the delegation, he had struggled with a lingering sense of inadequacy. Much of it could be attributed to being away from his homeworld and living in a foreign land. But he was also afraid, not that they would be misunderstood or misconstrued, but that Alderaan’s pleas would be ignored. Part of him still expected to see no one on the other side of the curtain; an empty room, devoid of hope.

So far the High Republic had been receptive to Alderaan’s plight. The convention hall was far from empty—and it was time for him to go. He gave Vera’s hand a reassuring squeeze, then stepped out onto the stage, making his way to the podium.

“Welcome to the Embassy of Alderaan. Before we begin, I would like to thank you all for coming. Your support means… everything to us. Now, without further ado, please enjoy yourselves.”

On cue, the musicians began playing an Alderaanian symphonic suite. Server droids began distributing food and drinks to the guests. Gram left the stage, still feeling like a great weight was on his shoulders. His hand found Vera’s again, and the couple went out together, mingling with the crowd.

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[Liana Organa]

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Liana flashed Gram Arranda a thumbs up from across the convention halls he stepped down from the stage. There was a decent turnout so far, a mix of politicians, entrepreneurs, and the press. Time would tell if anything came of the gathering. People could flatter and schmooze all night long, but it didn't mean anything until their vote was made. That was what they were here for, she supposed; to convince those sitting on the fence to come on over to their side. To see that Alderaan and the High Republic would both be better off in union with one another. Liana hoped she was up to the task.

The Princess of Alderaan had put on one of her finest dresses: a white and gold gown of traditional Alderaanian fashion. She was pretty sure there was a replica of this exact manner of royal dress somewhere in the Embassy's gallery, which would be a bit embarrassing. Too late to change now. Highlighting their culture was a key focus of the evening anyway. She even had her hair up in old-school star puffs.

As the crowds mingled, Liana positioned herself centrally, so that any who wished to speak to her about the night's events (or indeed the Alderaanian Cession Bill) would be able to locate the young junior ambassador posthaste.

 

[Eadu Yittreas]

The reception was a sea of vibrant silks and the rhythmic clinking of crystal, but his entrance created a quiet, devastating ripple. Eadu was a creature of the rotunda, a fixture of the dark-wood pods and the clinical artificiality of the Senate floor. Seeing him here, amidst the warmth of Alderaanian hospitality and the scent of blooming nectar, would mark the end of Alderaan's hopes for joining the High Republic.

He failed to recognize the worth of a planet that still held onto the notion of noble-rule due to the remote possibility that the King of Naboo might ally with them to secure greater representation in the Senate and therefore increasing the power of the current Chancellor over the other delegations.

To many, such a thought was mere paranoia but to him it was a historical concern. After all, the Republic itself had emerged from the centralization of power within the Royal Naboo Republic. He moved with a quiet grace, his modest black tunic absorbing the golden light of the chandeliers rather than reflecting it.

As he passed, the chatter of minor diplomats faltered. He caught the subtle looks of surprise the widening of eyes, the reflexive clutching of wine stems. They were not used to seeing the Senator of Alassa Major in the wild. "Senator Yittreas," a breathless aide stammered, stepping aside. "We... we didn't expect you."

"You certainly didn't, yet here I stand." A straightforward reply that kept everyone in the dark about why he was here.

 

[Rémiel Durevant]

Naboo to say the least, was a breathtaking planet, and that was hardly an exaggeration. For someone like Rémiel, whose homeworld was nothing but sand dunes and vast oceans, the scenery felt almost unreal. Though he could easily have indulged in everything this world had to offer, such distractions were not the main purpose of the day even if the guard tasked with keeping him in check had already needed to pull him back in line a couple of times before they even reached the event location.

During the journey from Savareen to Naboo, Rémiel had reviewed the purpose of the trip: a hearing concerning Alderaan’s integration into the High Republic. If he was honest with himself, he could see the reasoning. For one, it would effectively guarantee aid in the event of an invading force arriving at a world’s borders, and for another, it would open the door to far more trade opportunities and who didn’t appreciate a steady flow of credits?

As the ambassador concluded their introduction to tbe event, Rémiel took the opportunity to secure the one thing that always helped him endure social events: something mildly alcoholic. Fortunately, a serving droid soon obliged. Now, all that remained was to mingle.

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Liana Organa Gram Arranda Dominique Vexx Rémiel Durevant Eadu Yittreas

The discussions previously with the delegation from Alderaan had been most fruitful at least she had found it. Alderaan was a strong world for them to be able to help if they could. If had strong symbolism and ties in many cases that they would be able to foster relations with... and its diplomats were skilled. She was all for it, even committing a keth class for helping them and they would be able to do a lot more she figured if they could work it out. So here at the Alderaanian embassy well she stood with a small nod of her head. The vote in her opinion was more a formality as most would like vote yes given how it had been in the first meeting but they would have to see. She looked at the princess and offered a small smile as she spoke. "Princess you look lovely."

 

[Cassian Abrantes]

Liana Organa ​

General Cassian Abrantes arrived in formal military dress, the dark lines of his uniform cut clean and precise, every insignia placed exactly where it belonged. He carried himself the way he always did, upright, composed, deliberate. Senate receptions were not his natural terrain, but duty rarely asked what felt comfortable.

He had come for one reason.

Alderaan deserved the Republic's protection, and the Republic deserved Alderaan's voice within it.

The music, the art, the careful presentation of culture did not distract him from the undercurrent beneath the evening. This was about survival. About drawing a line before the Sith Covenant decided to draw it for them.

His gaze found Princess Liana quickly. White and gold caught the light as she stood central to the hall, poised and attentive.

Cassian crossed the floor without spectacle and offered a respectful nod.

"Princess" he greeted her politely. "General Cassian Abrantes. I wanted you to know I stand in full support of Alderaan's petition."

His tone was calm, direct.

"The Army will gladly honor the Chancellor's commitment to station forces in your system. And should membership pass, you will find no hesitation from us."

A faint, reassuring look settled in his expression.

"Alderaan will not stand alone."

 

[Eharl Sarn]

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Senate Hall
Alderaanian Embassy | Naboo
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Ahh, what beauty indeed, the Ithorian Senator of Enarc gave an approving hum as his amber eyestalks surveyed the way the Alderaanian embassy seemed to shimmer as guests meandered and enjoyed quiet conversation.

Senator Sarn stood within the grand hall, his broad frame illuminated by chandeliers that cast soft gold across polished floors and his olive-tinted skin. The air carried the scent of floral arrangements and spiced wine, drawing another intrigued hum from both throats.

Indeed, his eyes sparkled at the thought of what sort of tea and conversation he might find here.

A low hum rolled from both of his throats as he surveyed the exhibits, amber eye stalks drifting over holodisplays of Alderaanian mountains and orchestras, of artisans and scholars. Fear had driven this reception, yes, but the fact that these reboust people were looking towards action and what to do to protect their world was honorable and prudent action.

Sarn, for once, was without his aide, as this was more of a social matter, and he turned toward the refreshments. There stood Senator Rémiel Durevant of Savareen.

Ah! Finally, an opportunity had come!

The Ithorian approached with gentle, deliberate steps, his hum deepening warmly as he inclined his great head in greeting.

"Senator Durevant," Eharl Sarn greeted with that tell-tale Ithorian resonating hum layered with natural harmony. "I have always found that the way a world celebrates tells you what it values. What do you see here tonight?"

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[Aurelian Veruna]

Tags: Gram Arranda

Aurelian watched from the back of the hall, a glass of wine balanced between his fingers. He had arrived unfashionably early, which meant he had time to observe. The Alderaanians had chosen spectacle over desperation. Music swelled. Lights gleamed against polished marble. Server droids glided past with jeweled trays.

Wine them. Feed them. Remind the Republic what they stand to gain. He took a slow sip, eyes narrowing as Ambassador Arranda stepped onto the stage. The man looked composed, but Aurelian caught the tightness in his shoulders. Good. Fear meant stakes.

"Welcome to the Embassy of Alderaan…"

Short. Polite. Vulnerable in just the right measure. Aurelian almost smiled. They were not begging. They were hosting. Clever. As the music rose and the crowd loosened, Aurelian began to move. He drifted through clusters of senators and aides, catching fragments of conversation.

He approached Arranda once the man had stepped down from the stage. "Ambassador Arranda," Aurelian greeted smoothly, inclining his head with practiced ease. "A fine evening. Alderaan does not do things halfway."

His gaze flicked briefly around the hall before settling back on Gram. "Tell me, how fares your plan for securing aid? The Republic seems well entertained."

A faint smile touched his lips. "And will your Queen grace us with her presence tonight?"

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