Private The Galaxy Does Not Wait

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Office of the High Chancellor
Theed
Dominique Vexx

Sibylla arrived to meet Dominique with her composure restored, but her thoughts anything but settled.

The quiet after leaving Aurelian had given her space to think... and perhaps too much of it. The situation with Mandalore alone would have warranted careful handling: Aether's broadcast, the Diarchy's response and their own broadcast execution entanglements, the entirety of that weight now pressing upon the treaty they had worked so carefully to uphold. And yet, none of it existed in isolation. Shiraya... it never did.

She knew, with uncomfortable clarity, that she and Aurelian were both too close to the center of the storm. Duty and feeling had braided themselves too tightly. If there was anyone she trusted to offer a measured, impartial perspective, it was Dominique. Someone who could look at the board as it was, not as they wished it to be.

That is what had made Denon the powerhouse it was now, and why so many stood beside the Denonite upon her candidancy for Chancellorship and her ultimate victory.

And now, as if matters had not been sufficiently complicated, a new broadcast had rippled across the galaxy -- this time drawing the Imperial Confederation into the Mandalorian equation. Another piece. Another tension line. Another fire waiting to catch.

Too many variables. Too little time.

The Covenant, the Diarchy, Tapani, Corellia's impending delegation -- all of it pressed in, demanding order where none yet existed. Sibylla drew in a steadying breath as she prepared to brief Dominique fully, intent on laying out everything: what Aether had revealed, what Ace was confronting directly, where Aurelian was going next, and what paths might still remain open.

And deep in her heart, Sibylla knew she needed Dominique's judgment now more than ever. From the one woman she had looked up to since she met in Naboo's ancient archives.

Because the galaxy was shifting beneath their feet, and the next move would matter far more than the last.

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Office of the High Chancellor
Theed, Naboo

Dominique turned from gazing out the window of her office across the expansive landscape of Naboo. Take the Republic out of the Royal Naboo all you want, it was still based entirely on Naboo itself. There were worse places to keep an office, however. Far worse. That didn't mean the lack of towering spires or the dance of a sea of light went unnoticed, however. Denon had its own beauty.

Five assistants huddled with holos of data before them, datapads scattered among them atop a table, exchanging information at breakneck speed. Dominique had set them to task a short while ago, and taken the opportunity to rest her eyes from examining the countless reports, news articles, and every other form of data that accounted for not only a single planet and its obsession with markets, but every other facet of an entire interstellar government.

She'd need to hire more assistants. Perhaps she'd expand the head count for some of the Republic's key intelligence, military, and scientific bodies. People kept closer to the action, but that examined the goings on from a different perspective. Not that Dominique thought they were keeping important information from her, but how one viewed, interpreted, and framed that information could be just as important as the data itself. Those bodies would also benefit from another analyst. Something to consider.

The moment the door opened and Sibylla filled its frame -- or shot through it, if she were in a hurry -- Dominique would say, "Thank you, everyone. Please adjourn and report your findings later." A smile touched her lips briefly before she struck a neutral pose waiting on their departure. It wouldn't take long. They were well-accustomed to the need for haste, and an understanding that 'adjourn' meant find their backup analysis chamber and continue working. Being an analyst for a Director of Denon was mentally taxing, but paid extremely well. Even if the Direct was now a Chancellor.

"Sibylla," Dominique called out with a warm smile as she stepped out from behind her desk. "What brings such light to this Office?"

Sibylla Abrantes​

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Office of the High Chancellor
Theed
Dominique Vexx

Sibylla greeted Dominique with all the grace expected of her station, yet the strain showed all the same. Her expression held fast to composure, but something beneath it was unsettled, thoughts pressing too closely together. Once the attendants withdrew and the doors sealed, she let out a heavy breath through her nose.

Shiraya. Where to begin?

Right... she had to at the very least remember her position. Her composure. She couldn't fall apart as she had with Aurelian earlier.

"I wish this were for a more pleasant affair," Sibylla began, the apology genuine as she crossed the room toward Dominique's desk while the other woman rounded it.

"Have you been alerted to the recent wave of galactic broadcasts?"

She drew in a steadying breath, fingers tightening along the edge of her datapad. Time had allowed her to process some of the emotion, but not all of it. Each answer seemed only to uncover another question.

"If not," she added gently, extending the datapad, "I would prefer you review them first without my added context."

"How familiar are you with the situation between the Mandalorian Empire and the Diarchy?"

The datapad contained a concise but thorough timeline that did its best to stick to the facts only: the killing of a Mandalorian child on Vexis Station. The shattered ceasefire on Daro, where Mandalorians were stripped of civilian status and executed without trial. Diarch-backed agents inciting unrest on Taris beneath the guise of civilian uprising. How the Mandalorians reacted with controlled military engagements until the Diarchy's conspiracy with Black Sun for the attempted negotiation of genocide of Mandalorian worlds.

And the response.

Mand'alor's escalation. The broadcast. The crucifixions of those found guilty of Diarch-backed violence on Taris.

Followed by Aurelian's address as King of Naboo and the mention of needing to review the Treaty of Two Crowns and a travel advisory, The Diarchy's rebuttal. The Imperial Confederation's response. And finally, the exchange between Mandalore and the Imperial Confederation that now rippled uneasily across the galaxy.

"There is more..." Sibylla said quietly, her voice tightening despite her efforts, "but that will suffice to begin."

She swallowed, then exhaled slowly.

"What are your initial thoughts, Dominique?"

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Business. One of the prices one paid being at the top was that problems tended to rise. In more ways than one. Dominique's smile wasn't slain by the fact, but its enthusiasm was lessened given what was sure to be a heavy matter brought to her attention.

"Familiar enough. I hadn't delved deep into the matters when they first occurred since they had little to do with Denon's on-going relationship with third-parties. As Chancellor, however, I can hardly avoid rapt attention to more recent escalations." A perfectly-manicured hand reached out to accept Sibylla's datapad. It didn't hurt to scan the contents to make sure something else hadn't slipped in there. The two of them already had experience with unexpected yet pertinent data ending up in their possession.

No doubt there were elements that would want a strong stance against such 'outrageous' actions on either side. Though it went without saying that Aether's had been the more dramatic of the bunch. Reminded her a bit too much how the Corporate Authorities had CorpSec respond to Darkwire. Totally different circumstances, but the severity of the response was unmistakable.

"I hope it won't be necessary to rebuke the Mandalorians in order to dissuade them from broadcasting private correspondences." Perhaps it helped clarify things to galactic citizens, but among the powerful and elite the Mand'alor had violated one of those unwritten rules. A faux pas. One no doubt born of the Mandalorian desire for straightforward and open interactions. A novel ideal, but it could have a chilling effect in terms of dialogue. And Sibylla had the unenviable job of trying to help the Mand'alor understand so they did not do something similar with the Republic.

She extended the datapad back toward Sibylla. "In confidence, my initial thoughts are this is hardly surprising. From the Mandalorians. Aether means well by his people and hasn't been stoking the flames of conquest like the more recent and larger Gatherings; but there is no denying the authoritarian nature of their society. Certainly not after a Mand'alor declares their self. The truth is, something like this was inevitable and we simply had the pleasure of basking in the calm before the storm."

"It's possible to coexist with the Mandalorians, but they have a very rigid outlook on social interactions. Those that aren't prepared to, or are unwilling to, handle that were bound to trigger such an extreme response. The question is how this feud between them and the Diarchy can be satiated without the destruction of one or both in their entirity." And then there was the matter of the Mandalorian relationship with the Sith Order, as well.

Dominique paused for a moment. "Has there been a more recent development, Sibylla?"

Sibylla Abrantes​

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Office of the High Chancellor
Theed
Dominique Vexx

Sibylla drew in a slow breath and inclined her head.

"There is." she said quietly. "Aurelian has chosen to speak with Aether directly. One on one."

She let that settle before continuing trying to keep herself composed but candid, telling herself that she must remain professional, even if she was still affected by it all.

"They grew… close during his time as Interim Chancellor," Sibylla added. "And from my own conversation with Aether, it is clear he believed Aurelian would come to him personally before issuing a public broadcast." A pause, thoughtful. "Not in an official capacity, but as someone seeking understanding before judgment."

Her fingers tightened briefly at her side as she gathered the next thought.

"That does not absolve us of what must follow, I know we must verify the information ourselves," she continued. "and we will still need to determine what terms of renegotiation we would present to the Mandalorian Empire, what they may seek in return, and what other avenues might yet remain available to us...."

She swallowed, then spoke again, more quietly thinking of it all.

"In confidence, I will admit also that I saw this escalation coming. I sat in their war council and listened as they debated whether the Great Horde Army should meet the Diarchy head-on, or whether other measures might be employed to limit the spilling of blood."

She exhaled slowly.

"But in regards to the most recent broadcast, in my discussion with Aether, he assured me that no children were harmed. Those orphaned were placed into adoptive homes." Her voice steadied with effort. "And after the broadcast… those who were crucified were released from their suffering."

Saying it aloud still felt unreal, an act so far removed from anything she had ever known that it sat strangely in her mouth. After a moment, Sibylla turned back to Dominique, resolve returning to her posture.

"You may still reach Aurelian," Sibylla added. "If you wish to speak with him before he meets with Mand'alor."

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Dominique would normally maintain a smile in the face of news, but Sibylla was someone she shared secrets with so there was little need. The Chancellor blinked and rolled her head a degree at the news of Aurelian engaging Aether in conversation. The Previous Chancellor communicating with another head of State? A previous Chancellor that had called upon a formal review of the contract between their people, and left Dominique with that political mess to deal with. No need to assume too much... yet.

A soft grunt followed Sibylla description of what Aether had expected in lieu of what he'd gotten. "Yes, Mandalorians aren't known for being great connoisseurs of politics." As a Director, Dominique was well accustomed to saying one thing publicly and not quite conveying the same message to those of power and prestige elsewhere. It was what politicians -- or Corpos -- did. Mandalorians didn't appreciate the fine art of... deliberate guidance of the masses.

The Chancellor was apprehensive of her first real meeting with Aether, in fact. Their last interaction had gone well, but despite not being politicians they were manipulative in their own way; but more importantly, not great fans of Corporate-minded people.

A slight nod followed Sibylla's confession of having been in attendance to a War council. Dominique's smile softened. Doubtful the artisanally minded woman much liked the frank way a warrior culture might speak of such things. So matter of fact. Cold even.

And there was the matter of the 'recent broadcast' as well. What a polite way to frame that transmission. Dominique had her own thoughts about it, which she kept private while Sibylla was talking. At the fore, it seemed Aether assured Sibylla that in light of those 'events' the children had been given new homes. Very magnanimous of him. That he had to butcher people to make those orphans made it a bit less noble though. Which was, apparently the lesser of two statements. Sibylla went on to describe the Mercy of the Mand'alor.

Dominique drew a little closer and reached out to lay a hand gently upon Sibylla's elbow. Her golden eyes regarded the other woman and gauged her state despite the stiff upper lip put on display. Slowly, the Denonite closed to offer the Ambassador a hug in the privacy of the Chancellor's office.

"We live in an imperfect galaxy, Sibylla, full of people that believe they have the right of things. I'm sorry you had to witness such dark tidings. It must have been overwhelming for such a stark turn in people you sought to maintain strong relations."

Not everyone grew up in the cut-throat world of corporate politics on Denon. In fact, despite Denon's enormous population, most did not. Someone from Naboo were about as removed from such as humanly possible. Dominique didn't feel a pit in her stomache from the news, but she could still empathize with her friend; someone that had shown quiet suffering as she struggled to relate the news.

After a moment, Dominique leaned back a bit to introduce a little space between them. "Speak with Aurelian? Is that wise? I might be inclined to skin him alive if he's doing anything but a personal visit with an 'old' friend." It was a small joke for Sibylla's benefit. A half-joke. Probably. It really did depend on just what and how the man thought to engage with the Mand'alor of the Mandalorian Empire.

Sibylla Abrantes​

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Dominique Vexx

The moment Dominique's arm came around her, Sibylla's composure finally gave way.

She had not realized how tightly she had been holding herself together until the warmth of the embrace washed over her, carrying no judgment and no expectation. Just understanding. Empathy. The sort of quiet kindness that slipped past defenses before one could stop it. Her eyes stung almost at once, lashes burning as she shut them and leaned into the Denonite without thinking.

Shiraya, it hurt.

As Dominique spoke, as she acknowledged the darkness of it all so plainly, the images Sibylla had tried so carefully to compartmentalize surged again. The brutality. The spectacle. The knowledge that living, breathing beings had suffered so publicly. Her arms lifted of their own accord, returning the hug, fingers curling into the fabric at Dominique's back as her lower lip trembled despite her best efforts.

For once, she could not make herself be the Voice. Or the Ambassador. Or the careful political presence.

She was simply… lost.

The half-joke landed when she needed it most. A small breath of laughter escaped her, fragile but real, and she pulled back just enough to shake her head.

"Shiraya," Sibylla managed, wiping hastily at the corner of one eye with a huff as she tried to regain her composure. "If you truly wished to terrify him into perfect compliance, you need only threaten to send Corde after him." A faint smile tugged at her mouth. "I am quite certain Aurelian fears her far more than any Mand'alor."

The levity faded quickly, though, and a few quiet seconds passed before Sibylla spoke again.

"I…" She stopped, drew a breath, tried again. "I know I must be professional in this. I do understand that." Her hands clasped together, fingers tight. "But the brutality of it -- that it was done to another living being, so deliberately, so excessively -- it unsettles something in me I cannot simply reason away."

She pulled back fully now, beginning to pace, skirts whispering softly against the floor as movement helped her think. This was a different conversation than the one she had with Aurelian, where she had stormed into his office in a flurry of anger, frustration, and overwhelming emotions.

"I am not so naive as to believe the Great and Royal Houses are innocent of darker machinations," Sibylla said, voice steadier but no less heavy.

"I have been the target of assassination more than once -- one ordered, no less, by Aurelian's own father." There was no bitterness in the statement, only truth. Dominique had been there when Aurelian had announced it with quite the spectacle.

"My family, and others besides, have endured murder plots and the harsh administration of justice. The history of the Crown and Principalities is written in blood long before unification."

She slowed, then stopped, turning back toward Dominique.

"There are no true victors," Sibylla said quietly. "Someone always bleeds for it, in one way or another."

Her hazel eyes rose as she paused, then truly looked up at Dominqiue's face, so many questions reflected in her eyes.

"How do you do it?" Sibylla asked softly. "How do you hold all of this and still tell yourself to remain composed? To do what must be done?"

The delicate arch of brows furrowed as the questions pressed deeper.

"At what point does an act become so obscene that it moves beyond discourse? Beyond justification?..." A pause. "And once you reach that point… how do you move forward at all?"

Then the thought came to her that had been coursing through her since this occurred.

"... and at what point is an act justified despite its brutality in order to make a point?"

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Sibylla was one of the few people in the galaxy Dominique wouldn't immediately think about how to use events that unfolded in her arms. Her Nabooian counterpart had always seen the best in Dominique -- and arguably the Denonite had tried only to show her that side -- but she had a great deal in common with Aurelian. So it was not beneath her to collect evidence of one's vulnerabilities or secrets. Sibylla must have been well acquainted with such a person given her tolerance for that man's proclivities. And like him, Dominique didn't seek to violate the woman's trust or turn her into a stone. After all, it meant they could open up a little more in Sibylla's presence in return, right?

A slow rub of the arms and the back accompanied Sibylla working through the emotion of the moment. Her aides would have been dumbstruck to see her consoling someone affectionately.

Soon after the embrace, Sibylla began to talk herself back into grappling with the moment. "You cannot reason your way through something irrational." Not that Dominique thought Aether had made a thoughtless decision; merely that there had been more than logic involved in his decision. The man was fiercely protective of his people. Perhaps to a fault.

As for the Noble Houses and their machinations, Dominique listened attentively with her hands folded across her belly.

"Clarity of purpose. If you understand what you want to achieve, and how far you're willing to go, then there is no room for hesitation, doubt, or reluctance. A decision must be made and so it is." Dominique exhaled with a slight drop of her shoulders. "It is not easy in the beginning. There will be doubts and regrets. Prices paid and debts incurred, but it will all be for the greater good. That's what everyone that ascends to power holds in common, Sibylla -- they all believe in the greater good as they see it, and they'll do whatever it takes to make it happen."

There was another way. One that easily went hand-in-hand with being a true believer in a cause, but Dominique wouldn't want to teach it to Sibylla. It was one that in some degree Dominique had learned and used. A necessary evil -- and not in the sense of making a distasteful decision. One simply stopped making any regard for the 'intrinsic value of life' or worried about how it affected others. One of those lines you had to resolve to be prepared to cross. For the greater good, of course. Always the greater good.

"The Mand'alor," she declared, pruposefully not using the name of a 'mere' mortal man, "no doubt felt the brutality was necessary to make a point. To demonstrate the seriousness of the crime in question. Their resolve to see it answered for. A warning for anyone that thought to repeat the sins of others. To the Mand'alor it may have been a difficult decision, but ultimately a necessary one."

Dominique gave Sibylla a mirthless smile with a slight unfolding of the hands. "I don't agree with that decision -- I hardly think mercifully killing people you crucified to make a point absolves one of the barbarity -- but I understand what led to it. We all have limits when violated may draw us to do unspeakable things. Sometimes even if they undermine the pursuit of the greater good. If those boundaries are crossed?" She paused to regard Sibylla as she drew in a breath. "If you still remember what you hold dear, you pick up where you left off. One laden step at a time through the mire brewed beneath the tempest of consequences. Mistakes are only fatal when you abandon any effort to correct them; when you internalize them, obsess over them, and let them consume you."

"The question will be: Can the High Republic with its lofty philosophical ideals have anything to do with the Mandalorian Empire that is willing to publicly crucify people -- guilty or not -- with a nebulous assertment of judicial process? Only time has the answer. Though, honestly, we should try. Not to overlook what they did. Not to excuse it. But because severing ties does nothing to convince them to change. We can do far more good engaging them than we can ignoring them."

Sibylla Abrantes​

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Office of the High Chancellor
Theed
Dominique Vexx

Sibylla listened in stillness as Dominique's words landed in a way that was not gentle or cruel, but simply honest. And as she processed what the Denonite Chancellor relayed, Sibylla took a slow breath. She remained, her hands loosely rubbing together, her shoulders no longer drawn so tightly, although the tension had not quite vanished. It still lingered, but it no longer threatened to unravel her.

You cannot reason your way through something irrational.

Sibylla let out a soft breath through her nose at that, a faint acknowledgment rather than disagreement.

"No," she said quietly. "I suppose one cannot reason one's way through something irrational." Her mouth curved just slightly, wry rather than amused. "I have tried before rather earnestly and failed just as thoroughly."

As Dominique spoke of clarity of purpose, Sibylla's gaze drifted, not away but inward. She paced once, slowly, then stopped again, absorbing each word. Purpose. Resolve. The greater good. How often those phrases were invoked as shield and justification both.

"I understand what you are saying," Sibylla replied at last. "And I do not pretend that I am untouched by it." she added as her fingers flexed at her side.

"I have made decisions knowing full well they would cost lives. I have borne that weight and perhaps that is why this troubles me so deeply -- because I recognize the logic, even as my heart recoils from the method."

She looked back to Dominique then, earnest and searching.

"The Mand'alor did not act without reason," Sibylla continued. "I know that. He acted as a protector first, as Mandalorians are taught to do. And yet…"

She faltered, choosing her words with care.

"...when justice becomes spectacle, when suffering is made public to serve as a warning, something essential is lost... even if the cause is righteous." But perhaps that was the difference in culture that could not be mutually exclusive.

That heart-shaped face held an expression that tightened briefly before easing again.

"I do not wish to sever ties with Mandalore," she said, more firmly now. "I agree with you, withdrawal convinces no one to change. Maintaining an engagement with them still leaves room for influence, for collaboration, for a way both the Republic and Mandalore could move forward."

She exhaled, shoulders lowering as resolve settled in.

"But neither can we look away," Sibylla added. "Nor pretend that such acts are beyond reproach simply because we understand what led to them."

And she understood. In her conversation with Aether, on how far he had been pushed. On the restraint he had shown until now. Until it had been enough. She respected him for that. For knowing and balancing the responsibilities of a leader and the protection of every Mandalorian life under him.

"If the High Republic is to stand for anything at all, then it must be willing to remain in the room when things become uncomfortable. But to do so respectfully, upfront, with reason, and with open dialogue." It was the only way they could properly move forward and invite interactive dialogue.

Her gaze softened then, something quieter returning.

"You asked how one moves forward," Sibylla said. "I think you are right, to remember what one holds dear." She gave a small nod. "and to keep walking forward, even when the ground is uncertain. Especially then."

She drew a steadying breath.

"I want to continue with open discourse with Manda'lore. We have been under this treaty for years, ever since we were the Royal Naboo Republic. We come to the table and discuss matters openly, respectfully, inviting dialogue and options... but we must also decide in what capacity we want to work with the Mandalorians."

Hazel eyes locked upon Dominqiue's.

"Do we only want to afford an updated retainer agreement? Or do we want to move forward with something far more ironclad? An Alliance? An agreement that ties our governments closer than before, and if so, how would that look like?"

Another step forward.

"Would we want to promote a convention that dictates how prisoners of war should be treated humanely, then? To encourage that sort of treatment that may discourage something similar in the future?"

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Dominique watched and listened as Sibylla grappled with how easily someone could end up performing such horrific acts. Such introspection could call into question a person's own decisions, or the ease with which they made them. There was the unspoken question: could I end up doing that? How fine of a line was it between ordering troops to their death to crucifying the enemy on display to the galaxy? Aether wouldn't see it as a line heavily crossed, of course, but then he was a Mandalorian. Sibylla was not. One's morality and the extent of acceptable responses were greatly influenced by cultural and spiritual beliefs. In fact, Dominique suspected Aether and Sibylla shared a line they would both not cross at some point.

It was uplifting to see her friend wrestle with these matters, and assess how and why the events had happened; but more importantly what would follow. Many Senators would be up in arms demanding absurd responses and uncompromising ideals. Simple cries the Public could digest. The galaxy wasn't a simple place, however, so those forced to steer it needed to be mentally prepared to respond to it accordingly.

A smile and a nod accompanied Sibylla's words, though Dominique couldn't say she felt as... invested in certain facts. Then again, Dominique knew she was a few steps closer to the dark side of the galaxy than Sibylla. A fact the Denonite had no intention to change on Sibylla's part. One item of intellectual but not personal concern was the matter of the executions being a public spectacle that resulted in something essential being lost. True, Dominique wouldn't advise doing such things more than a handful of times -- it was only shocking so many times before you were simply that crazed, blood-thirsty 'monster -- but sometimes a spectacle was what you needed. Sometimes the shock alone was what got people to finally pay attention. If they took the right lesson away then it was arguably worth it. That was the challenge though: getting people to note the lesson and not merely the act.

A breath was taken with slightly more ease when Sibylla came to say she too agreed they should not sever ties with Mandalore. There was already a chamber of people that would stamp their feet in disbelief out there, it helped to know there were people that would support her efforts.

That said, Sibylla brought up the next point of concern: the future. The renegotiation of the treaty (or contract) between their two peoples. The very act alone was an undertaking, but to do it in the wake of recent events would only color the proceedings. It already had in more ways than one.

Dominique met Sibylla's hazel eyes as she task if they should pursue more. Head held high, Dominique replied calmly, "We must first set the level between our two governments. In order to plan for the future, we must both know where each is going. Presently, the Mandalorian Empire is headed to war against the Diarchy. Meanwhile, the Republic will desire some measure of moral safeguards so as not to seem 'in league' with blood thirsty and cruel savages. It will be important to address these topics head-on, and accept perhaps not a perfect solution, but an acceptable one." The Mand'alor was going to need those arms he'd eschewed previously in favor of educational services from Denon.

"Sibylla," the Chancellor extended a hand out toward her, "it's important we strike an accord with the Mandalorian Empire. Our list of potential external allies has grown short of late. Like the Alliance, we will have to risk the turbulence of internal matters in order to secure the stability our people yearn for; but that can be off set with the right partners. This may require entering into negotiations with those not entirely aligned with our values, but perhaps, as allies, they will at least hear our voiced complaint of their action where today they brush it off as the buzz of people that could never understand." It might even necessitate talks with Srina Talon. The Ambassador had quite a few upsets already, however, so Dominique would save saying that aloud for another time. It was hardly something that would happen by the morrow.

Sibylla Abrantes​

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Office of the High Chancellor
Theed
Dominique Vexx

Sibylla inclined her head in agreement with the Denonite, giving a roll of her shoulders as the young Voice settled and took Dominquie's hand into her own, giving it a firm grateful squeeze. This is why she looked up to the woman, because she could place things into perspective in a manner that Sibylla was still learning to.

"Yes," Sibylla replied and agreed quietly. "Then we must first establish the level between us."

She withdrew her hand from Dominique's, her mind now turning towards how to move forward, thoughtful rather than shaken now.

"Aurelian will follow up with us once his conversation with Aether has concluded. I should very much like to hear how that exchange unfolded before we determine the tenor of any formal approach." A brief pause and she brushed a hand through her hair, the evidence of how comfortable she was around the Denonite clear, the lack of attempts at mask and refinement gone, just Sibylla doing her best through work through her thoughts and the set of problems at their feet. "At the very least, it will tell us where Mand'alor believes himself to be headed."

She paced once, slowly, as though arranging the matter in her mind.

"The Treaty of Twin Crowns was in essence, a retainer agreement," Sibylla continued. "And setting aside the recent broadcast, it has proved productive. Integration along the border worlds has flourished. Trade has increased considerably. The recharted hyperlanes between Republic and Mandalorian space are now among the safest since the Convergence."

She glanced back to Dominique.

"That is not insignificant. It suggests our peoples are capable of working together when afforded the opportunity. Hard proof to the Senate and the Great Houses that cannot be refuted."

She continued on, pacing as her hands gave a slight gesture in emphasis.

"We have also shared intelligence openly with Mand'alor, particularly concerning the Galactic Empire and the resources diverted toward the Death Star. Their encounter with the Imperials at Atrisia was… enlightening. It remains in our mutual interest to constrain such threats."

After a deep breath, she added more candidly, "From my dealings with Mand'alor and the Elders, I believe they may be receptive to discussions involving ships and technology. Credits will always carry weight of course, but if we wish to move beyond a simple retainer, the proposal must be framed as an advantage rather than an inducement. Aether is honorable, but he is also a man of business."

She exhaled, placing her hands on her hips only to gesture again with her right hand, her tone softening.

"The recent exchange with the Imperial Confederation complicates matters further. Learning that Srina Talon is Aether's blood kin -- and a formative presence in his life -- explains much about the importance he places on that contract." Her expression tightened slightly. "For Mandalorians, family is rarely set aside. Only the most grievous breach of creed severs such bonds."

Another small pace.

"It is no argument that the Blackwall has left us nearly blind where the Sith Order is concerned," Sibylla went on. "Our understanding of the Empress rests largely on decades-old accounts, rumor, and fragments from Naboo's past under her care. Yet at Quinn Varanin's crowning, it was evident that Srina Talon remains closely connected to the former Sith Princess."

Her jaw set.

"Which leads us, regrettably, to another difficulty. Quinn Varanin -- now Warden of Eshan, and Queen -- was present on Wielu when Aurelian was nearly murdered by her. I still remain uncertain as to her purpose there, and the only thread I can discern leads back to Mauve."

She rubbed her forehead, fatigue briefly breaking through her composure.

"To which, when Mauve was in our detention, we had cautiously pursued discourse through Mauve to meet with Quinn and gather more information, but with all the chaotic events as of late, circumstances intervened. Now, given Quinn's new status within the Mandalorian Empire and the outstanding warrant still in effect, any approach with her as well must be undertaken with great care."

A pause, then an honest admission.

"There are further concerns. The Covenant. Tapani. Matters that still circle back to Aether himself with another of his kin -- a more personal matter." She gave a faint, rueful breath. "But I will spare you the full catalogue for the moment until we work through this first."

Sibylla met Dominique's gaze with a renewed focus, clearly trying to problem-solve. It wasn't perfect, she was still processing, but she was trying her best to do what had to be done.

So many people's lives were dependant on that.

"How would you wish to proceed with Mandalore?" she asked. "Shall we prepare the framework for a meeting while we await Aurelian's account?" A slight tilt of her head. "And what tone should we agree upon, so that when we speak we do so with a single, coherent voice?"

 

[Dominique Vexx]

As Sibylla recounted the many tidings they faced, Dominique stood by silently and listened. There was a great deal of nervous energy running through the Naboo Noble. And stress. To think a representative of one of the Republic's worlds would strive to ensure the whole's prosperity to such extent. If only they were all so committed the Chancellor's cry for unity would terrify their adversaries to keep their distance.

Nothing Sibylla said was a ramble, however, with little mentions here or there of some import. So there had been no need to interrupt.

"Regarding Quinn Varanin, so long as she is Warden of Eshan there is very little to expect there. Doubtful the Mand'alor will surrender a leader of one of his worlds to face our justice. Certainly not once he heard the tale of what transpired in the hallway giving shape to reasonable doubt or an argument of self-defense. As much as it will pain us to bear, there are other pressing matters we must spend our politic capital on addressing with the Mandalorians." Aurelian would probably accept it as a truth, but it was difficult to ignore or forget someone after they attempted to murder you. If the Republic had gotten hold of Quinn sooner things would be different.

Nonetheless, there might come a time when they could bring the matter up to get some concession from the Mandalorian Empire. Something small, obviously, but every credit counted.

"We must address them with an open hand, but not an over-eager or overly friendly one." The Chancellor started to pace slowly off to one side now. "Having met me before, the Mand'alor will expect a business woman ready to sell the Republic to him." She turned to look over at Sibylla with a smile. "Which is precisely what I will not do. Neither can we voraciously rebuke him for his actions; that would only cause him to withdraw mentally and emotionally."

The lilac Chancellor turned to face Sibylla once more. "Allow a discrete amount of time to pass after Aurelian's meeting with Aether ends -- or coordinate it before that meeting is concluded -- so it is apparent the outcome of one has no bearing on the other. Extend to the Mand'alor an invitation for us to meet. In person, preferably. If we aim to be friends then we cannot be distant. A neutral location would be best," Dominique mused, "but with the influence of the Galactic Empire and Black Sun between us that seems highly unlikely." A soft grunted followed. "The Mand'alor would perhaps desire somewhere familiar. Propose we meet somewhere other than his Court of Iron. He may insist otherwise, but be firm. I'll not have him thinking he has the advantage in the relationship with us standing before his throne." They needed to establish equality before they started visiting one another's seat of power if this more than a merchantile relationship. To say nothing of perhaps engendering a bit of respect for an unwillingness to fold at the slightest resistance.

Dominique already visited the Court once before. It was grand and befitting Mandalore. But this was politics. The Mand'alor could eschew them until his beskar cracked, but Mandalorians had their own kind of politic. If anything it was a simpler -- but not simple! purer if one wished -- form where might could make right if you insulted them.

A thoughtful look drew her eyes off to the side before they snapped back to Sibylla. "And if the opportunity presents itself, I may broach the idea of the Mand'alor introducing us to the Sith Empress. Were we three aligned -- even if simply a non-aggression pact with the Sith Order -- it would open up many possibilities." Was an agreement with the Order worth anything? None of them would know if they didn't at least try.

Sibylla Abrantes​

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Office of the High Chancellor
Theed
Dominique Vexx

"Then I will reach out and arrange the date and venue for a meeting with Mand'alor," Sibylla agreed, coming to a stop near the edge of the room. She clasped her hands together briefly, before rubbing them anew as a way to keep her hands busy amidst the racing of her thoughts and trying to organize them.

"As for Quinn…" She hesitated, then lifted her gaze back to Dominique. "You are correct." A small breath escaped her. "Then do we wish to remove Varanin's outstanding warrant?"

The question lingered as Sibylla shifted her weight, the faint rustle of her skirts filling the pause. The warrant was still active, one that Aurelian wanted to retain considering how it was connected to him. Yet removing it might also serve as proof of intent not just to Quin, but to Aether as well that the Republic sought discourse, not retribution. A conversation, at the very least and a clearer understanding of where Quinn truly stood.

And then there was the Sith Empress.

Sibylla bit her lower lip, gnawing at the flesh as worry etched itself into the line of her brow. She was not blind to how it would look nor was she ignorant of how fiercely it would be opposed by half the Senate and the Jedi. Yet she also knew that refusing to seek understanding simply because it was uncomfortable had rarely served the galaxy well.

Knowledge, context, understanding, those were the only real tools they possessed.

"We need more information," Sibylla said at last. "If a conversation with the Sith Empress might shed light on what lies beyond the Blackwall, then it would serve us well to pursue it." She paused, then sighed, lifting a hand to rub at her temple. "That said, the optics are… troubling, especially with our Charter. I can assure you that half the Senate and the Jedi as well will object vehemently to even the notion of discourse with her."

She lowered her hand slowly, thumb and forefinger pads rubbing a small circle in thought.

"But if a non-aggression pact could be explored with the Sith..." Sibylla continued, quieter now, " ... now with the Covenant and Black Sun pressing ever closer to our borders…" Her voice trailed for a moment. "It may be enough to stem the tide, if only temporarily."

She straightened a measure of resolve returning to her posture.

"It is worth the attempt," Sibylla concluded. "And if Aether might serve as a bridge…" She nodded once. "Then let us proceed. We cannot afford inaction, not with the threat of another chaotic Sith collective already operating within our borders."

It was then that her expression darkened slightly as the conversation turned to its most personal edge.

"And that is the another matter," she said, more softly. "One involving Aether's younger brother, Acier Moonbound... a very dear friend. " Sibylla drew a careful breath. "Not long ago, he approached me seeking to inform me he had involved himself with a Sith collective operating with Black Sun -- group he believes was responsible for the destruction of the tibanna refinery on Genarius."

She exhaled slowly.

"He told me he had already infiltrated them," Sibylla continued, a note of frustration threading through her calm. " and despite my efforts to dissuade him to remove himself from the situation, he wished for me to act as his contact, to relay what information he could gather."

Her fingers tightened together.

"Since then, it has become apparent with his investigations that this collective is more volatile, more chaotic than others we have encountered. Their sole aim appears to be destruction. They have already ravaged the Tapani Sector, which explains the flood of nobles and commoners now seeking refuge." She looked back to Dominique, hazel eyes intent. "It is both his belief and mine that they represent an immediate threat...one that may rival even the Empire if left unchecked."

 

[Dominique Vexx]

"No." Dominique smiled across at Sibylla for a moment in silence. "I said there's very little we can do while she's Queen and Warden of a Mandalorian stronghold. So long as she holds that position, she is a Planetary Head of State and afforded diplomatic immunity. Should the circumstances change, however, she will be citizen Quinn Varanin once more and subject to all legal statutes." Palms up, the Chancellor added, "And if there is ever any sort of unfortunate misunderstanding that results from an overzealous Officer of the Law that engenders the Mand'alor's attention some day..." A card to be played if there were ever a communication breakdown or some other sort of chilling effect cast over them. "Mistakes are known to happen."

Aether wasn't going to have Dominique buy his interest in fostering stronger bonds between their people. They approached him the first time with offerings of beskar not as a monetary tribute, but a recognition of his heritage. Dominique wasn't about to start offering the man bribes now for his consideration.

A slight rise of the brow accompanied Sibylla's concern about optics of engaging the Sith Empress. It was a prudent concern. Undoubtedly, there would be resistance if she asked for sanction to do so. Fortunately, as Chancellor, it was her purview whether to seek their approval in advantage. They had final say in ratifying treaties and at times even in the content of the very same, but the first step was her's if she deemed it so.

"Should talks proceed to the point the Senate need be made aware," Dominique responded after Sibylla put on her best face to tolerate the idea, "I will gladly confront them openly, broadcast before the entire Republic on the matter. The Charter of Unity clearly states we are a 'sanctuary of peace' and that we will 'abolish all forms of slavery and systemic oppression, and to resist the creeping shadows of authoritarianism, Sith influence, and foreign exploitation.' As the Sith Empress is unlikely to sue to become a member world of this High Republic," an outrageously hilarious thought if the conversation weren't so serious, "no conflict arises. In fact, Section II, Subsection II states, we 'will oppose such governments through diplomatic, economic, and covert support.' Engagement is not only permissible, but mandated. Unless the Senate chooses to vote to declare war on the Sith Order in the very same breath they decry efforts of a diplomatic solution, it is they that will be violating the Charter of Unity." As there was serious doubt the member worlds would at all support sacrificing their peaceful everyday life for the horrors of open war.

Which brought them to the other matter. Aether's younger brother was acting as a covert operative among the Covenant. Dominique hoped she was only privy to this information as Ambassador to the Mandalorians. Acier wasn't directly tied to the Republic was he? If he were and anything happened to him... A Chancellor had to remain calm, however, and so Dominique listened to what Sibylla was saying.

"I agree." Dominique drew in a breath, held it half a second, and released it. "Which only makes our efforts to reach some manner of accord with the Mandalorian Empire and Sith Order all the more vital. Our three nations together can counter the influence of such a destructive arm of the Sith." And, perhaps, they might get the Imperial Confederation on board as well. Though that might depend on the outcome of their recent military efforts. The same could be said of the Diarchy in its conflict with the Mandalorians. Were grudges or the desire for expansion so easily set aside to address clear and present threats to their survival.

"Is the Mand'alor aware of this as well?" That was a deliberate effort to find out where Acier's loyalties lie. Dominique hoped his ties were to his brother.

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[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Office of the High Chancellor
Theed
Dominique Vexx

Sibylla took a breath and shook her head negatively.

"No," she said plainly. "Aether is not aware of the matter."

The young Voice released a quiet exhale and then brushed a loose strand of hair back from her face, the delicate filigree of her headdress chiming softly at the motion.

"Ace preferred it that way," Sibylla continued, her tone gentler now. "He came to me as a friend, not in any official capacity, and I chose to respect that."

Another sigh followed, and she began to pace slowly again.

"That is not to say I did not attempt to dissuade him entirely, but he is… exceedingly stubborn." A trait, she reflected wryly, she had encountered more than once in her life.

But one had to wonder how Aether would take the news. Once again, the way she was being tugged one way or another was starting to become uncomfortable in a way she hadn't experienced before.

What politics were in reality rather than in mere theory.

"In any case, his involvement has yielded information on the Covenant," she went on. "I have informed both Aurelian and Cassian, and at the very least, providing Acier with support -- extraction if needed, or assistance should circumstances turn dire -- is warranted. I am no spymaster, nor is he, but leaving him entirely on his own was not something I could abide."

The expression over her heart-shaped face tightened into a thoughtful musing.

"And if this Covenant continues to escalate," Sibylla added, "it would be prudent to employ Republic resources to gather further intelligence...particularly in the wake of the Tapani crisis. With the number of refugees arriving, there may be opportunities to uncover additional information that would otherwise remain hidden."

They had a better standing now than they had before on how to move forward, and all that was left was to plan the meeting with Mand'alor the Iron and his envoys.

 

[Dominique Vexx]

"The Covenant cannot be ignored," Dominique agreed. "Were they nothing more than a band of deprave souls that wandered from one world to the next. That Tapani was a flash in the pan. Lamentable, but isolated."

The Chancellor turned and gaze out the window of her office.

After a moment, Dominique turned to look back at Sibylla. "We will contact our allies or those with an ear open to hear and solicit information of the Covenant, its movements, and its intentions discretely. This Republic shall not sit in wait for them to amass their forces for an all-out assault -- be that on us or our friends. Rather it is we that shall take all necessary steps in preparation to face this storm. Anywhere. Anytime. We will be ready."

Dominique turned back around to face an ambassador and a friend. "Our operatives must uncover the means these Sith may use against us. And, Sibylla, they must discover at all cost whether they are allied with the Sith Order. Sith have a habit of betraying one another, but just as readily do they join forces to crush any other they revile or find convenient only to later turn on one another. If they shall pour over the Wall... we must be ready for the consequences."

She would put into action orders now for gradual movements along the West and North West of the Republic. Shelters, yes, but also a means for the people to flee the advance of a ruthless host. Other worlds, at the Republic's heart, would need facilities to shelter such refugees from within their own borders. Supply lines to supply sufficient food to avoid starvation. Obscuring the financial costs would not be easy, but with Bills passed to bolster the reserves of the armed forces it might be possible to conceal their actions. The last thing Dominique wanted was a panic.

Sibylla Abrantes​

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Office of the High Chancellor
Theed
Dominique Vexx

"No," Sibylla echoed quietly. "They cannot."

She followed Dominique's gaze toward the window for a moment, watching the distant skyline of Theed and the illusion of peace so deceptively intact. The people who walked those avenues were completely unaware that strategies were being drawn to protect them from forces they could scarcely imagine. That, she supposed, was the point.

When Dominique turned back with that distinct stance in her posture, Sibyllka knew that shift felt then was not merely of policy, but of momentum.

This was no longer a reaction, but the strategic preparation for what Sibylla was certain could very well be the new frontline of an inevitable war.

She gave a nod, taking a deep breath that made her straighten her back.

"Then this means that the results of Outbound Flight are even more important for incoming resources," Sibylla added quietly. Not only to fund projects, but for what was to come, for what they would need to build.

"Getting an update on what has been discovered and found, and if there are any resources that could assist with this..."

It sounded odd, to discuss what natural resources and the like could be used from discoveries of worlds when the Green Laws prevented Naboo from being exploited. It wasn't to say that plasma wasn't being used along with other resources, but the commitment to ensure Naboo wasn't the face of another industrial scape was there.

"I could reach out and find out, follow up with you, and what may be of use." A pause then she added, "It is my understanding as well that there is an artifact found on Naboo that may be of use and interest to further research in." The one Aurelian Veruna had taken under the Monarch privilege.

"That may also be worth looking into..." Then there was the Blackwall itself. So many considerations.