Faction The Republic's Good Graces | Republic Senators

[Ilsoon Jul]

Ilsoon stepped into his senatorial pod, his fingers gripping the edges of his datapad as the repulsorlifts carried him into the middle of the chamber. He looked over the text one last time, reviewing the Grace Command Initiative he had spent hours refining with the support of Senator Elias Merrow and Senator Ephram Pryce . The proposal was rather straightforward but there was no room for ambiguity.

No armored hulls, no permanent border outposts, and a strict cap on funding. If anyone attempted to turn the relief effort into a covert military operation, the language of the bill itself would prevent it. A sound could be heard from the Chancellor's podium, signaling the start of the session as the chattering delegates quieted down. Ilsoon tapped a button on his console, sending a request to speak and a green light confirmed that he had been granted the floor.

"Madame Chancellor, esteemed Senators and honored delegates" He said, tweaking the settings on his pod to ensure his voice carried clearly throughout the chamber. He kept an eye on the delegates, looking for any signs of anxiety or anger regarding the bill being introduced, especially since the Sith Order had seized a crucial bacta-producing planet from them.

"I bring before you today; Senate Resolution 8820, the Grace Command Initiative. The recent loss of key territories to the Sith has left millions of ordinary citizens without access to basic necessities. This bill establishes an independent, civilian-led humanitarian agency operating strictly from border systems. Grace Command will deliver food, water purification systems, and vital medical supplies directly to populations in need." Ilsoon paused to swipe a finger across his datapad, projecting the proposal's key points onto the main chamber display before continuing.

"To ensure complete transparency, the organization will be overseen by a three-member board representing the Senate, the Chancellor's Office, and the Jedi Order, with mandatory audits to ensure accountability. All transports will be unarmored civilian vessels clearly marked as humanitarian craft, while military hardware will be strictly prohibited. Jedi involvement will likewise remain limited to defensive escorts and neutral observation. We cannot allow our battles to blind us to basic human suffering, nor can we allow humanitarian aid to become another front in this war. I submit this resolution for your consideration." He took a step back from the podium briefly to talk with his senatorial aides. It was an opportune moment to strategize on how to address any criticism from the more aggressive members. ​

 

[Elias Merrow]

ELIAS MERROW
SENATOR · AT ATTIN​

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OBJECTIVE: Observe and conlude
LOCATION: Galactic Senate
OUTFIT: Simple smart casual clothes

Elias was seated two pods over, arms loosely crossed, watching Ilsoon work the chamber. He'd read the final draft so many times he could recite every word of each section. Funding caps, transport restrictions... A bill that was clean and it's foundation clear, almost alarmingly so.

He watched the delegates instead of the display. That was where the actual vote would be decided, Elias had to grasp the general stance of the Senate.

A few of the mostly hawkish benches had already gone still, probably thinking of objections or praises.

Elias noted, using a handbook and pen instead of his datapad. He mused that some senator would probably be scandalized as to why one would spend ressources for sith-subjected populations.

He'd have found it funny, if the alternative to this bill wasn't several million people going without water purification because the committee decided it wasn't worth the economic hassle.

Grace Command wouldn't fix the war. It wouldn't even meaningfully slow it. However, it may be a decent proposal to slow the murder of civilians.

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[Ephram Pryce]

"The Chair recognizes the Senator from Loronar."

Ephram advanced forward on his pod to speak. He rarely bothered to speak publicly. Most times it was between pods to his fellow Senators and those closest to him. There was a contingent of four other male Senators he often relied on to get bills pushed through. An official voting block. Yet the time to speak had come. Re-election season was already gearing up. Ephram needed to remain Senator, nothing was guaranteed.

"Fellow Senators. Some of you may be questioning why we would use our credits to fund humanitarian efforts for those located in Sith territory. Sounds crazy when I say it out loud, doesn't it?"

He paused to let the crowd murmur, some heads nod.

"Many of you know I pride myself on ensuring Loronar comes first in all my actions. I was elected to represent the people and I take that responsibility extremely seriously. Yet we cannot allow our brothers and sisters who were left behind at the advance of the Sith territory be forgotten. They did not ask to join. They have been ravaged by war and do you think the Sith government will fix their homes? Ensure they have water? No."

He paused once more, he heard a faint 'that's right.'.

"I only advance this bill because these citizens ripped away from our borders will be citizens of ours again, mark my words. These people have already been taken over by savages, let us not fall to the level of the Sith and leave them to die."

With a nod, Ephram yielded the floor.

 

[Eharl Sarn]

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Senate Hall
Theed City | Naboo
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Senator Eharl Sarn listened quietly as Senator Ilsoon presented the Grace Command Initiative, the IThorian's attention lingering upon the projected provisions even after the Senator had finished.

By all accounts, the need for civilian transports, medical supplies, waterpurification and all the oversight needed was necessary. Yet Sarn's expression remained troubled as his eyestalks swept the floor. After SEnator Pryce from Loronar made his case, the Senator for Enarc requested the floor.

"Senator Ilsoon, Senator Pryce, I commend the intent behind this resolution. But I fear we must address the bantha in the room."

Those amber eye stalks swept across the Senate chamber as the tall Ithorian's double throats rumbled and his protocol droid communicated his words.

"What occurred at Thyferra did not remain on Thyferra. Frego and Bassadro have also suffered, and we are already confronting displaced populations across the affected region. Providing food, water, medicine, and shelter is necessary, but this crisis extends beyond refugees."

Sarn tapped his console, bringing the relevant reports onto the chamber display.

"The Sith war machine was confirmed to have deployed viruses, nanospore agents, blights, and technobeast biochemical weapons. We have known treatments available for some. The Krytos Virus, for example, can be treated through a combination of ryll and bacta. Other strains remain under active research. We know electromagnetic pulses and fire have proven effective against certain nanospore and technobeast manifestations, but containment remains our first and best defense."

It was then that the elder Ithorian's Senators eye stalks hardened.

"If Grace Command intends to move between refugee populations and border systems, then quarantine protocols cannot be an afterthought. Every relief corridor must include screening, isolation facilities, decontamination procedures, and the ability to immediately quarantine exposed populations. Otherwise, in our haste to save lives, we risk carrying what happened on Thyferra into the very refugee centers we establish to protect them."

Sarn's enormous body rose as he took a breath, then exhaled before continuing.

"And then there is the Blackwall." That name alone carried considerably more weight on just what they were dealing with.

"We know what follows worlds overtaken by the Sith. The Blackwall moves. Communications disappear. Entire systems are swallowed behind it." The Senator's attention returned directly to Ilsoon.

"So my question is not whether Grace Command should exist. I believe something like it must."

Sarn leaned forward against his pod.

"But how does this resolution intend to operate when the humanitarian corridor itself becomes contaminated? How do we evacuate populations without spreading these weapons farther? And when the Blackwall advances across the systems we are attempting to reach...How, Senator, do you propose Grace Command moves past it?"

 

[Tavo Halor]

OFFICE OF THE CHANCELLOR // ENVOY FIELD RECORD
TAVO HALOR​

LOCATION Senate Hall, Theed, Naboo ⟡ OBJECTIVE Observation of proceedings​

Tavo arrived after proceedings were already underway, which suited him well enough.

There was little value in making an entrance to a room where he had no intention of speaking.

He took a place reserved for staff and observers attached to the Chancellor's Office, dressed in the sort of restrained dark tailoring that belonged comfortably among aides, analysts and diplomatic staff without drawing much attention of its own. A few quiet acknowledgements were exchanged before he settled into his seat and opened the proposal across his datapad.

Grace Command was humanitarian in purpose, but the questions surrounding it were already considerably broader. Borders, access, contamination, security, responsibility. The sort of subjects that could turn a relief organisation into a diplomatic problem long before anyone intended it.

Tavo listened, occasionally adding a short note to the datapad as the discussion developed. Names, positions, objections worth remembering, and the occasional point that seemed likely to matter beyond the chamber.

Not only what was said, but who said it, who agreed, who hesitated and which concerns seemed likely to survive the debate itself.

For now, observation was enough.

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[Ilsoon Jul]

Ilsoon looked up from his two aides as Senator Ephram Pryce finished speaking, giving him a slight nod of acknowledgment for the solid backing. When Senator Eharl Sarn took the floor, the Duros listened carefully as concerns were raised about the Sith's frequent use of biological weapons and the ever expanding border of the Blackwall.

He had considered those factors when writing the legislation but had declined to summit them in the final draft he had sent to the Office of the Chancellor. Tapping his console, he moved his pod back into the center of the room to respond.

"Senator Sarn, your concerns are both practical and welcome," Ilsoon began, keeping his voice steady over the chamber speakers. "Contamination has been accounted for. Grace Command vessels will not bring unscrubbed cargo or personnel back into Republic space." He swiped his datapad, sending a technical schematic onto the main chamber display.

"All relief materials and returning units will undergo chemical treatment in a zero-air environment," he explained, pointing toward the diagram's filtration specs.

"We will be using specialized scrubbers designed to eliminate any lingering biological or nanospore threats before dock access is ever granted." Ilsoon paused, letting the delegates review the data on their screens before addressing the second concern. He swiped to another set of blueprints, showing the drive mechanics of an older starship model.

"As for the Blackwall, it is a formidable barrier, but it is not impenetrable," Ilsoon continued, looking back toward Sarn's pod. "The Sith rely on force-users and exotic technology to maintain its reach, but they cannot predict every vector." He leaned closer to his podium mic.

"By outfitting our civilian transports with salvaged Path Engines from former Brotherhood of the Maw starships, Grace Command vessels can navigate around active sectors entirely," Ilsoon said. "The engine calculates routes their observers cannot anticipate. This allows us to deliver aid safely, without exposing our crews or risking a direct confrontation." It was a relatively simple solution to the problem that the High Republic had not considered before. ​

 

[Elias Merrow]

ELIAS MERROW
SENATOR · AT ATTIN​

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OBJECTIVE: Observe and conlude
LOCATION: Galactic Senate
OUTFIT: Simple smart casual clothes

Elias rolled his eyes at Ephram Pryce speech, however, he was right. Then, his eyes widened at the mention of biochemical weapons from senator Eharl Sarn .

He stopped taking notes, usually a bad sign for anyone speaking. He looked down at the handbook in front of him, then towards Senator Sarn before moving slightly, preparing himself to talk.

Elias gestured towards the controls to request the floor.

One second. Two seconds.

Then Elias put himself in motion as the green light appeared, preparing to speak."Senator Sarn makes a fair point and I myself have few questions about this bill."

Elias looked around before taking a small breath.

"I don't think anyone here is going to argue that contaminated populations should simply be loaded onto civilian transports and sent towards the nearest safe world. That would be very irresponsible."

"But I think there's another question buried."

"Who gets to decide when a corridor is safe?"

Elias looked at Senator Ilsoon's pod, then he gestured lightly towards the projected provisions.

"Because if Grace Command is going to have screening, isolation, decontamination and quarantine procedures, they need to exist before the transport leaves the station."

Elias leaned back slightly, shrugging. His eyes briefly darted towards Sarn before continuing to talk.

"If a medical team believes a population is too dangerous to move, but local authorities insist they can be transported. If Grace Command believes a corridor is compromised, but the Senate wants the relief effort continued. Well.. You get my point."

"What I mean is, someone needs the authority to say no."

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[Arcann Pehnataur]

Log Entry – Arcann Pehnataur, Former Sovereign citizen of the Eternal Empire. Former Citizen and Senator of Atzerri, Senator of Cularin
High Republic
Current Status - Sitting in Session
Entry Date: Galactic Standard 902

Politics.
Not something that Arcann Pehnataur had ever cared much for in his life. Sure, he had spent time honorably as a Senator to Atzerri and served them well, they are in good hands now. He is now the Senator of Cularin, a small world located on the edge of the Outer Rim Territories, and he is happy to serve the people. So here we are, back in the Galactic Senate, and Arcann is sitting in session for the first time since being elected. The pods are still the same, but now something about all of it feels… different.
Maybe it is because the Galactic Empire once took him hostage, maybe it is because his family had to live in hiding for so long. Something now was a sense of purpose for the showman of the twins status he shared with this brother Thexann Pehnataur . This was not something he could get a quick sound byte for, no, this was real and important. Arcann was proud to sit here.
Not just required like he used to be.
“The Chair recognizes the Senator of Cularin, Arcann Pehnataur, to speak on behalf of his people.”
“Senator Ilsoon, you have my respect—and, with appropriate amendment, you will have my vote.” Arcann rested both hands upon the rim of his pod.
“You have remembered something this chamber too often forgets: planets do not become empty when they fall outside our borders. Families remain. Children remain. The sick, the elderly and the frightened remain.” He looked around with a sense of pride in his voice as he spoke to the Senate, not to admonish them, just to remind them. This was not a negative statement, this was a positive one, and Arcann was proud to speak it.
“They do not cease to be our neighbors merely because the Sith have planted a flag between us.” His expression sobered. “But compassion does not require us to be careless.”
“This resolution prohibits armored hulls, military hardware and permanent defensive facilities. It restricts those Jedi accompanying the mission to defensive action. It ensures that the Grace Command will present no threat to the Sith Order.”
Arcann then paused.
“Senator—when has the Sith Order ever required a threat before it harmed someone?” He let the question settle over the chamber. “Clearly marked humanitarian vessels are protected by the conscience of those who encounter them. They are not protected from those who possess none.”
Clearing his throat. “I will not vote to transform relief convoys into warships. Nor will I vote to send physicians, engineers and cargo crews across a hostile frontier aboard vessels designed to make their deaths politically unambiguous.”
“Allow reinforced hulls. Allow defensive shields, countermeasures and trained security personnel. Permit external escorts under strict rules of engagement. Establish temporary secured distribution sites with mandatory withdrawal dates and complete public accounting.”
He nodded. “The Grace Command Initiative is beautiful but cannot be naive, it must not become an army.” His voice rose, carrying into every tier of the chamber.
“But neither should it become a procession of martyrs.” Arcann looked directly toward Ilsoon’s pod.
“Protect the civilian character of this initiative. Protect its neutrality. Protect every credit entrusted to it.”
Then his hand struck the edge of the podium. “But for pity’s sake, Senators—protect its people.”
A beat passed before his smile returned. “Accept those amendments, Senator Ilsoon, and Cularin will proudly stand with you... and I am sure that more will too.”

-Until Next time
Arcann Pehnataur
Senator of Cularin

Elias Merrow Ilsoon Jul Tavo Halor Eharl Sarn Ephram Pryce

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Listening to it was an interesting position as she listened to more of the reasoning and looked over it. The concerns that were brought up were there and she was making notes. She would have to insist maybe on a few things next time she spoke with Dominique or show a few more of the advances they had medically and technologically. SHe looked at Zahira who was in the booth with her while her hand came up and outwards. The biot taking it while she moved to go for a moment and leave Cato in there to attend if needed. She would pass the information on and make sure the neededs were being looked into where needed.