Faction The Murkhana Festival

[Quuthut]

Location: Murkhana City
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In the outer rim a movement has been growing across a dozen worlds; Jabiim, Cholganna, New Alderaan, Mon Cala, and many more have seen the weakness inherent in trying to remain independent in this chaotic galaxy. The planeshift disrupted a barely stable galactic order and the independent systems have suffered the most. Markets crashed, resources once abundant had to be found anew, and pirates and criminal elements thrived in the chaos. The past two years have been difficult, and those with the will to make their lives better have joined together for a better future. When a few friends; politicians, business magnates, and bureaucrats first met over a game of cards to discuss how to protect their worlds moving forward, the ideas they proposed seemed unobtainable. Yet the Confederacy of Free Worlds, has seen massive growth as an idea and as a movement since it has been first pitched to the masses. Planetary governments have slowled turned an ear to the benefits the CFW would bring, corporate interests have begun to invest to stabilize markets, and activists now take to the streets daily to call for political action.

That action has finally come. To celebrate the resilience of the Auril Sector and the surrounding worlds through the Plane Shift and their shared identity a grand festival has been organized by CFW officials on Murkhana in collaboration with that planet's government. Tens of thousands have taken to the streets to browse stalls, intermingle with their neighbors, and generally eat, drink, and be merry while more private gatherings are held by officials and business interests to intermingle and discuss the practical components of the movement.

Fireworks explode periodically above the crowd below as at the largest of these private meetings Admiral Quuthat takes to the stage. Before him, a hundred tables of delegates, politicians, ambassadors, CEOs, and celebrities sit waiting patiently. With a nod towards the production team his image would be broadcast through grandiose screens set about the square so that the public may listen to his address. With a broad Mon Calamari smile the admiral would begin:

"Today, is a glorious day for the Outer Rim. A day of peace, prosperity, and joy for all of us who have struggled these past few years. Things have not been easy, but we have done more than survive. Rather, we have thrived! And no individual, no planet, no government, can take full accountability for our prosperity. It is through uniting together, through aiding one another, we have weathered this storm. The past two years have shown us how going it alone doesn't work, it never has! The Galaxy is a chaotic place, prone to disaster and filled with tyrants who seek to conquer all they can. Yet it is also filled with hope and with those willing to stand up and unite against the worst aspects of this galaxy we call home. Tonight, is a celebration of that. A celebration of unity, a celebration of heroes, and a celebration of hope. A hope for a better tomorrow! Thank you all for attending-" He would pause to nod to the crowd before him, and then to the cameras that broadcast his image throughout the city and beyond "And thank you for sharing this dream with me. Tonight is a celebration, but is also a first step towards something greater. Thank you, for taking that step with me."

Admiral Quuthat would raise his fist in solidarity. The crowd before him would clap as the crowd outside would let out a roar of cheering and applause heard even from the highest tower in the city from when Quuthat's own private party was being held.

As the Admiral left the stage, servers would begin flooding the meeting hall to take the drink and meal orders of all who were in attendance. Already individuals were leaving their tables to intermingle to discuss a variety of topics. Quuthat himself would find his table near the center of the room, shaking a few hands and giving a few brief greetings as he shifted through the crowd. Finally sitting in his chair he'd let out a sigh of relief, looking about the room at what could genuinely be a bright future for his people.

Alex Stern Mu'awiya ben Barca Jonyna Si Miraya Thaine
(Anyone else is free to join, regardless of if you're a part of the CFW or not!)

 

[Alex Stern]

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Alex loved a good party, especially on an occasion such as this, the coming together of people to celebrate the building of something new. Not a march of conquest or ego, but mutual benefit. At the conclusion of Admiral Quuthat's speech, Alex was up with the others, clapping and calling out "Here here! Well said!" Outer Rim Resources had always been pressing for and in support of raising up the Outer Rim and other impoverished territories. They'd supported numerous nations and groups doing it until the planeshift and spectacular collapse of several nations along the Outer and Mid-Rim set back their progress with a disruption of the trade lanes and economic depressions.

Now here they were again, restarting the process as they would every time. Only now the company had a much greater industrial capacity, secure routes, the resources, and manpower. What they laced was partners in local governance, the people to raise their hand and say there was a need and direct the flow of resources while providing the stability and governance needed for communities to grow and form economies of their own. Which was why he was here, Alex thought as he checked his smile, to form those relations.

Standing from his table, the Director went to mingle and see if he could take the lay of this new Confederacy.

 

[Mu'awiya ben Barca]

The Crucival delegation, led by the Opaline Creed, stood from their seats as the Admiral's speech ended and shuffled through the crowd like one indivisible rock cutting through a sea of sentients. They moved with humble confidence in their steps, but also the discipline of men who had spent much of their years in combat against a foe superior to them. Mu'awiya knew that, as best as they tried to fit in their newly tailored suits and formal outfits, they all still felt out of their skin.

This was the first time they had stripped their camo shirts and armor for the civillian attire of dignitaries; the first time they had stripped their nom de guerres for their real names; the first time they mingled off-world without hiding their faces that were plastered as terrorists across Imperial spaces; the first time they walked in wide open spaces without fearing the screams of a twin ion engine coming down upon them from the skies. Used to the confines of caves and tunnels and cramped spaces, the former militants now labored to keep their backs straight.

After the speech, they had met with the Jabiimi delegation and embraced them as brothers. The Jabiimi had played a pivotal role in training and aiding the Opaline Creed's struggle against both the Imperials and other factions warring for Crucival. Their greatest gift of all was the repulsorlift skates the Nimbus Commandos had trained the Creed to use, and their use played a key part in Operation Wings of Liberty's success that led the Creed to here as representatives of a world.

Debriefed by his closest confidante, his right-hand man, who now served as the minister of foreign affairs, of the possible invitees, Mu'awiya was quick to recognize the face of Mr. Alex Stern of the Outer Rim Resources corporation. To meet face-to-face with the other invitees was a secondary priority to finding capital for the rebuilding of his war-torn world. The Outer Rim Resources would be a great start.

Mu'awiya approached the man. "Mr.Stern." he said and offered a hand, "Mu'awiya ben Barca of Crucival."

Alex Stern Quuthut ​