He considered the large number of words made by all parties. Mandalore spoke firmly about preparing for war. Made sense. War wasn't just an occasional problem in Mandalorian ideology, it was a state-of-being and way of life. Domino's concerns about money were quite legitimate. And the discussion of joint peace-keeping and military, while interesting, was likely to get them all arguing faster than solving anything.
He considered the wording of the document very carefully. "Vigo," he said softly, "Your concern is valid. While it is wise to prepare our militaries in the event of a risk, overmobilization of forces could easily be misinterpreted as veiled aggression by those not present," he said calmly. "It is definitely best to avoid any hastiness in such matters, lest we provoke others to think we are pointing knives at their necks. I think a Mutual defense pact isn't over-reaching at this time, however," he said thoughtfully.
He "looked" to the others with a nod. "Unlimited free trade," he said matter-of-factly, "isn't terribly feasible for all of us at this time. To be entirely frank, I think it would be much more practical to allow the delegations maintained here to negotiate trade at a later time, when all parties can adequately focus full efforts on such a complex matter. That being said, if our moderator would let the record show the recommendations made by various leaders, we can table economic discussion to when we can more thoroughly evaluate what it is we really want from trade policies," he said, trying to back pedal a little. Multiple parties wanted vastly different trade models, and that negotiation was bound to be temporary and in flux. "Today, I think we are better off focusing on the discussion originally brought to the table for military and foreign policy, which will allow such long-term frameworks such as trade to hold," he said softly.
He read the defense pact. "I would like to amend the language, to include and codify the need for evidentiary hearings in this council before military intervention," he said softly. "We don't want a false-flag operation turning into a new galactic civil war on account of a mistaken identity," he said matter-of-factly. "I feel that in times like these, one side in war could try and pit us against the others. I'd rather we weren't played by such things," he said calmly. "Admittedly, some attacks are more obvious than others, but if we're maintaining a delegation here, it shouldn't be difficult to hold such meetings quickly should the need present itself. Barring that, I've no problem with an agreement to protect one another from violent instigation," he smiled weakly. "However, with any real luck," he said smiling, "The very idea of a unified defense would make others in the galaxy more eager to negotiate peace than rick war with such a varied and talented bunch of people," he said calmly. He hoped all of that made sense. He was trying to create a middle ground. Between militants, profiteers, privateers, traditionalists, and a moderate confederacy. Soldiers and spies were at this table, just as much as leaders and speakers. He hoped to whichever gods actually got things done around here that what he just said would make all the differences look a bit less irreconcilable...
(OOC: had to talk with a few people to figure out the outlook on trade policies. Let's just say we want to table that for a bit and get to meat here, yeah?)