The Skies Above | Viceroyalty Meeting [ CIS ]

[Malok]

R Y L O T H​

Aboard the Fortressa
Orbit. Local Time: 19:41

To say the very least, Darth Metus was pleased.

In recent history, the Viceroyalty had seen fit to band together of their own volition. For the first time since their founding, the numerous representatives sat together and broke bread over common ideals and concerns. Thus far, despite the Confederacy’s steady expansion, there had yet to be such a gathering. Now, it seemed the stage was set for a true community to take root within their nation. Interplanetary progress would skyrocket. Prosperity would skyrocket. The cause of the Confederacy would be cemented by their efforts. Now was the time to lay his own concerns at their feet.

And though he had the power to do so alone, he trusted in their judgment. He trusted in the trillions they represented. Darth Metus was no tyrant, no matter what religious title formed his name. He was not a mad king who turned a deaf ear to the desires of his people. He would go about this the right way; and should things not go as anticipated, he would respect the will of the people. For now, he obeyed the unspoken rules of the Viceroyalty. As he was the one who had concerns to bare, he was the one who would play host for their gathering. To this end, the jewel of the Confederate Armada had been parked in the orbit above Ryloth - his newfound home.

Within the belly of this beast was an executive conference room for meetings such as these. A number of comfortable seats had been arranged in a neat circle about a round table. There was simple holoprojecter in the center of the table, which currently displayed an azure image of Confederate territory. A pair of attendant droids were the sole company that the Vicelord had at this current time, and they busied themselves adorning the table with refreshments. Water was the primary beverage, but tea, caf, and other delicacies were readily available upon request.

Today, Darth Metus had three concerns to lay before his peers.

First, the matter of [member="Srina Talon"] and her place within their nation. She had been fulfilling a role that had no title. She had been speaking and acting with the authority of the Vicelord himself. And she was doing an exceptional job in every task that he challenged her with. And, as she succeeded, it became apparent that something had to be done - both to honor her efforts and to solidify her position within their nation. To him, she would always be his Srini. But what about to the trillions who now looked upon her with hope in their eyes? What was she to them?

Next was the matter of his House. There was a desire that needed to be addressed - a plea for a home to call their own. A place where changes in regime would not dictate their standing, or what they could do, where they laid their heads. While now, they could return to Manda’yaim, they could not be themselves. Simply sneezing the wrong way would see the true nature of the Mandalorian Empire brought against them. Their blood - the Force - was tolerated. Not accepted. They were tolerated. Not accepted.

And finally, there was the issue of War.

[member="Kip Ridel"], [member="Rex Taff"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Lyla Quinn"], [member="Derek Dib"], @Jasmine Zittoun, [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Galven Hansol"], [member="Dalton Kenway"], @Tamar M’Raki, [member="Jorco Czeku"], [member="Tarssin Destat"], [member="Darth Malus"]

 

[Derek Dib]

Walking down the hall toward where the meeting was to be had he paused momentarily and looked at the sheen of the bulkheads. He'd heard it mentioned once that there were only two reasons for bulkheads throughout a capital ship to have walls that gleamed. Either one who was too dependent upon the look which spoke to a vain mind. Or an ill mind. A small curve of his lips as he continued his causal walk. He knew the reason for the sheen was because the fortressa was new. Twelve months down the road, if the bulkheads still gleamed, it would mean a different thing.

But the cosmetic veneer was not the purpose of his trip and visit. The Viceroyalty had been summoned by the ViceLord. And as a loyal son of the Confederacy it was his duty to answer. Stopping in front of the double doors his hands straightened the crimson tie before sliding across his black suit jacket ensuring he was presentable. Satisfied he entered the room.

Crossing the threshold his red rimmed eyes took in the room and it's lone organic inhabitant. The man in the room was without question, imposing. ViceLord, Darth, Alor, no matter the name the titular figure born as Isley Verd seemed to embody power. It spoke to the man's character. The mindset, tenacity, and fortitude to take control of any situation he was given described a made man who thrived on diverse situations. Perhaps it also spoke of an egomaniac and someone with a 'savior complex'. A miniscule lift of his shoulders was all the reaction to his own thoughts. If people didn't need saving perhaps it would be a problem. As it was, the Galaxy was already spiraling out of control. Mayhap having a plethora of saviors wouldn't be a bad thing.

He moved slowly around the circular table, curiously taking in the unique seating arrangement. He wondered briefly again if it was a reflection of the opinion of the man before him. A table with no head. But he was digressing once more. This meeting that had been called was not about deciphering the inner mechanisms of the leader of the Confederacy, but rather matters of importance that seemingly involved the hierarchy of the Confederation and it's independent systems. He gave a slight nod to [member="Darth Metus"].

"ViceLord, a pleasure. Hopefully the reasoning for this meeting is as equally pleasant and fortuitous for all of us attending this day."

 

[Ravenfire]

Rex arrived on board the jewel of the confederacy fleet. He could remember overseeing the project it filled him with pride to be able to be back on board an old CIS project. He took himself for a little tour of the ship again checking and double checking the work was still working. He was quite glad it was. It wasn't long before he arrived at the board room and stop readying himself and shutting of his force and emotions from any other force users he walked in.

He saw [member="Darth Metus"] first "Vicelord a pleasure to see you again. I hope your children are well. I am glad to see that the ship is still in working order." The he saw Viceroy [member="Derek Dib"]. "Viceroy Dib, I haven't seen you since the last time we meet for the last meeting. It is always good to see you considering your cool and level head. I hope this session will be as fruitful as the last. I also hope the infrastructure on your planet is coming along well." Rex said with a smile standing near the table, waiting for the Vicelord to start the meeting.

 

[Srina Talon]

The Fortressa was beautiful. Such a word was paltry, insufficient, and nearly insulting when referring to the majesty of such a perfect blend of technology. Stunning, striking, awe inspiring and perfect. When making her approach on the Ferocity from the Well on Ryloth she had been startled by the sheer size. It was massive, and Srina, as a general rule was difficult to startle. She had seen the plans, watched night after night as her Master toiled over his new project—But this was more grand than she had ever thought possible.

The slender beauty walked quietly through the hallways, fingers gliding lightly along the still smooth walls, her expression devoid of all things. She was curious about this new white whale of a ship but she was deeply lost in her own thoughts. The reason that [member="Darth Metus"] had called her here in such a hurry, without explanation, gave her reason enough to raise questions. She was not part of the Viceroyalty, and therefore, held no place in a meeting with designed for them. As his apprentice she had worn many hats, typically out of necessity, but this was not one of those times. There were no potentially hostile forces. There were no tempestuous and judgmental Jedi to win over.

Eventually, when she’d had her fill of exploration and time ran short, she made her way obediently toward the tastefully decorated conference room, dressed wholly in white. She was still rather uncertain of the necessity of her presence, however, as her Master had summoned her, she would not refuse.

Her hands fell to tuck neatly behind her back as she crossed the mostly empty room, seeming to float, versus walk. There was always something otherworldly about her, but it could often be seen in Ahani just as easily, if not more. Inherent grace blessed her kind. Poise had been learned over time, just as her personality had been shaped, but the very core of their being had been designed within the framework of their overly unoriginal genetically altered traits.

“Viceroy Dib, Minister Taff.”, Srina greeted softly, politely, recalling only dimly of when she had fully met the controlling power of Siskeen before. He had been on Leritor more recently but she had lost sight of him quickly. Before that, she could remember the line of his strong profile from what felt like a lifetime ago, during the initial rites of the Mandragora. Before that, the national travesty known as the Golbah Games. The Minister of Science she had run into during the recent acquisition of Zolan. “It’s nice to see you both again...”

“You’re in good health I trust?”

The silvery vision drifted past both men soundlessly and she came to stand behind the seated Darth Metus, standing just slightly to his right, with her small hand falling to his shoulder. He did not require a verbal greeting. He could read her mind freely, if he so chose, and he would feel the warmth of her touch. Her silence spoke louder than words ever could.

“I feel as if I am very early….Or very late.”, she commented as she offered both [member="Derek Dib"] and [member="Rex Taff"] a small smile that was touched with the barest hints of humor. Srina could be friendly, when she chose, but it was difficult for her to let others past a rather stalwart exterior. Especially, when she didn’t know them very well.

Eventually, her existence at this meeting would, or should, be questioned. She was an apprentice to a Sith Lord, not a secretary, or an assistant for the Vicelord of the Confederacy. Though she remained proper, with her chin held high, she remained frozen behind the man she trusted so implicitly.

She did not sit because she did not belong.

 

[Jorco Czeku]

Jorco finally made his way in, increasing the number of occupants by one. He was wearing his typical formal outfit. Still looking like some mob boss. With his suit and flower lapel pined to it. After making himself into the room he scanned across it with his large pupiless eyes. One of which still had the scar he gained during the battle of Tatooine. There he saw who was with him. Stepping into the room he stood by his fellow viceroy and minister in the presence of the vicelord himself, [member="Darth Metus"] and his apprentice. He had never actually met his superior. Facing everyone he did the typical Rodian salute, placing his hand across his chest with a slight nod. "Vicelord Metus, it's an honor to finally meet you. I'm Jorco, Jorco Czeku, viceroy of Rodia, which I'm sure you can tell, yes?"

After that he turned his head to [member="Srina Talon"] and spoke. "You must be Miss Talon, it's a pleasure to meet you as well. I do wish we can get along famously." After getting that out of the way he spoke [member="Rex Taff"] and [member="Derek Dib"]. "Viceroy, Minister, it is nice to see you two again as well. I do hope this meeting goes smoothly as well." It was clear that Jorco was trying to use what he had of a silver tongue like he always tired to. Schmoozing his way through life. "I'm sure other factions are envious of the representation we in the Confederacy provide, yes?" He said to them, praising their interstellar community.

 

[Jasmine Zittoun]

Jasmine had arrived several hours earlier than the time the meeting had been planned for. She had wished to tour the gargantuan they called the Fortressa, of course gargantuan was an understatement. In her three hours of touring with the very patient Commander Goran, she had barely seen any of the vessel. Of course that could partly be attributed to her size and lack of endurance, but she felt better blaming the ship's size, not her own. Although she did find its design grand, and quite sleek, she felt the interior decorating was a little sparse. But it was a warship, so she passed on her criticisms. What she enjoyed most about this vessel was the software it carried. At least 35% of it had been created by Jamouran programmers, a point of planetary pride she rarely felt outside her home planet.

A digital time piece she kept within her small purse began beeping, and Jasmine knew it was time to attend the meeting. She checked her dress in a nearby reflection, nodded, and headed off to the conference room. Little did she know how far away she actually was, by the time she reached it, she was nearly our of breath, with little beads of sweat starting roll down her forehead. However, she had a contingency just for this, she stopped, took a deep breath, and wiped down her forehead with a small cloth she kept in her purse. Readied, she entered the meeting room to find that she was far from the last person to arrive.

When she entered, she made a little bow towards [member="Darth Metus"], and said, "Vicelord." Jasmine then made her to the other Viceroys and Ministers, giving a little nod to each, except Dib. To [member="Derek Dib"], she put on a hardly genuine smile, and said, "Viceroy Dib, I hope you have been doing well since the last viceroyalty meeting?" She glanced over at [member="Srina Talon"], but didn't pay her much mind. Whoever it was, Jasmine didn't recognize her as a Viceroy or Minister, therefore unimportant to Jasmine.

 

[Kip Ridel]

"You're a ridiculous man," cooed the sultry voice of a half-naked councilor on Relovian, "but you're charming. I know some people who could put an irritatingly charming man to use." Councilor Rho stood shamelessly in front of her of chamber window, arms crossed against the scarred torso from the prior day's...eventful parade. She stood expectantly, tilting her head back at her equally undressed companion who, until the events of yesterday, was nothing but a stranger in a crowd. But the man climbed the social ladder in an impressively short time and found himself poised right at the center of conflict, a place that allowed him to command the nobility's entourage into a protect-and-rescue effort for an injured Rho and her associates.

Kip approached her, placing a hand gently on the small of her back and gazing out at a rather picturesque view of a looming gas giant descending into a busy and tumultuous tide.

"You mean my work here hasn't been...satisfactory?" The man spoke through his ear-to-ear grin with a twinkling eye.

Rho placed a hand on Kip's chest gently and scoffed a bitter and sarcastic laugh, "I hardly recall you doing any of the work at all."

Kip winced, appearing visibly wounded as his hand touched Rho's, giving it a tender squeeze. Rho squeezed his hand back, then released it and walked toward her robe that was hanging patiently on a nearby wall, "My dear, it's not to be taken to heart. A man who makes others do his work is a man who deserves to be in politics. And as usual, I'll make sure you get into the right position."

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As Kip wandered through a labyrinth of corridors, he found himself acutely distracted with a debate that he once had the privilege to witness. Two schools of thought collided between a dogmatic view of a pre-deterministic system called Destiny as it relates to the Force and the nearly tangible abstract of Entropy. The Force scholar held a firm view that a formless energy permeating and consisting of every living being not only connected all things, but guided them. In such a way, those who were gifted in the force were chosen and thusly destined. The contrary view, held by a rather noteworthy droid programmer, offered a counter argument that the concept of Entropy, or the necessity for any system to fall into a less ordered state from a greater ordered state, strongly countered the idea of destiny at its core. For every action that occurs spawns a greater number of states that could have occurred and did not. As such, the linear lines of destiny actually fragment into a complex labyrinth of possibilities by nature.

Kip often found himself in particularly strange and seemingly improbable situations that, when traced back, seemed hardly the roll of dice and more of the handwork of some sort of guiding force. Hardly did he think, for example, that a tip to travel to Relovian would lead to him toward participating in a Viceroyalty meeting for a rather impressively large Confederacy. And yet here he found himself weaving through the corridors of probability as if guided by an external deterministic force that kept a discernible order amid chaos. And like his journey through the corridors of the Fortressa, Kip found that even when he made what seemed like a wrong turn, he still wound up at his destination.

Kip entered and greeted the room with his trademark smile, a political smile that bordered the Uncanny Valley line. He offered a comical sigh of relief. "I was worried about that second helping of dinner last night, but after a walk like that, I see that my fears were for naught."

 

[Lyla Quinn]

"You're tellin' me." Quinn paused at [member=Kip Ridel]'s side, the winded expression on her face less to do with the lengthy walk and more from sheer awe at the cerebral beauty and seamless construction of the vessel Fortressa. The ship-fanatic in the Twi'lek hoped there was time after the meeting to wander and appreciate openly. She was dying to get a peek at the command center, although she knew the possibility of that was small at best. Gently, she ribbed her crewmate and the new Minister of Influence with her elbow, a sparkle in her eye to match his. "We could probably park The Areta in the 'fresher room with space to spare."

Joking aside, the Viceroy of Ryloth was truly impressed with the flagship. Sweeping the conference room ahead with her diamond-bright cerulean gaze, she took quick stock of the empty chairs and meandering politicians as they chattered among themselves, the stoic seated form of the Vicelord at the circular table, the vaguely familiar silver-white silhouette of [member=Srina Talon] beside him. Curiosity curled the tips of her lekku. She'd only met the woman face to face once, having literally run into her at the festival on Falleen some time ago, but Quinn knew enough to recognize her presence in the Confederacy was one of great importance, even if she had no official title aside from apprentice to the Vicelord.

Maybe they needed to change that. At the very least, the Echani deserved some kind of recognition.

"C'mon," she beckoned quietly, meeting Kip's eyes with a wink and nodding at the scene before them. "Let's get in there." Quinn strolled forward, the heavy clip of her thigh-high boots annoyingly loud. A fashion tip or two from fellow Viceroy [member=Tmoxin Temi] had seen the unrefined smuggler slowly begin to reevaluate her public image, shedding her worn leathers and ratty spacer layers during official events and meetings in favor of a more polished look 'befitting her station'. But the change wasn't for vanity. She'd found, much to her chagrin, it was hard to command respect from the 'higher ups' when your mud-spattered pants and stained shirts had more holes than Byss cheese. So, Quinn had traded them for a skin-tight black and turquoise ensemble with a slight military flare, extremely simple in design but a small step up from her rugged casuals.

She didn't interrupt the others, as much as she wanted to say her hellos. Most were already engaged in introductions or small talk. Instead, Quinn approached one of the droid attendants placing beverages around the table. "Caf, please? Black, extra strong, thank you," she asked it politely, taking a seat directly across from the Vicelord and Srina. There was no way she was important enough to sit nearer to the dynamic duo.

| [member=Darth Metus] | [member=Rex Taff] | [member=Jasmine Zittoun] | [member=Jorco Czeku] | [member=Derek Dib] | [member=Dalton Kenway] | [member=Tarssin Destat] | [member=Darth Malus] | [member=Galven Hansol] | [member=Rapax] | [member=Tamar M'Raki] |​

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[Malok]

As the members of the Viceroyalty began to enter the conference room, a single truth began to make itself apparent in the mind of Darth Metus. Over the course of his time as Vicelord, the opportunity to truly get to know his peers was one he had not taken. Though he knew some, such as [member="Derek Dib"], by face and reputation - others he did not know in the slightest. Today, the Sith made a mental note to change that; for it would not do for a leader not to know his peers.

Vicelord, a pleasure.

The first to arrive was the close relative of [member="Muad Dib"] - the Mad One. The man had, in his time as Viceroy of Siskeen, proven that ties of blood did not mean identical mindsets. Derek had proven himself to be a skilled politician, going so far as to organize the first gathering of the Viceroyalty since the nation's organization. In light of that, Darth Metus rendered just as polite a nod in response. "The pleasure is all mine, Viceroy Dib." he began. "It is certainly my hope that this meeting will be as pleasant and successful as yours."

Next was the Minister, [member="Rex Taff"]. This an individual that Darth Metus had only met a few times before. Despite not being a dedicated ambassador for the Confederacy, the Minister had taken it upon himself to build a lasting bridge with the Mandalorian Empire. So much so that the Vicelord read reports of new, joint technologies being created for the benefit of both nations. As a former vod, Darth Metus certainly appreciated the effort...and would certainly see about procuring a few SG-11s for his personal usage.

"It is good to see you as well, Minister." he said, beaming. "The Fortressa is performing quite well, but I hear that it is not the only marvel we have created as of late? I truly appreciate what you have been doing to build a relationship with the Mandalorian Empire. Your strides have been instrumental in forming lasting relations with my former home, thank you." His words were coupled with an earnest smile and a genuine nod of respect.

Before he could right himself, he then felt a hand placed upon his shoulder. [member="Srina Talon"] had arrived; and her presence alone was as a cooling breeze in the desert. When she stood by her Master, he could feel her strength, her confidence, and her grace. And while she was the student, he often found himself attempting to emulate the effortless poise that characterized her every step. Though she spoke no words, her presence was greeting enough. His mind brushed gingerly against hers in greeting.

Next to arrive was [member="Jorco Czeku"], the honorably Viceroy of Rodia. While he had not personally met the man, he had heard of his exceptional bravery and service to the Confederacy. According to his growing legend, Jorco was one of the pilots who had provided valuable cover to the landing forces on Tatooine. That feat alone commanded the Vicelord's respect, enough so that he gave the man a salute in turn: placing the flat of his fist upon his chest. "The honor is mine, Viceroy Czeku. I never had an opportunity to personally thank you for being our shield in the sky on Tatooine. I am grateful to you for your bravery, thank you."

Yet again, the Vicelord did not know the next three entrants on a personal basis. The first was [member="Jasmine Zittoun"] who Darth Metus had only heard about in passing. She was the Viceroy of Jamoura - a world whose planet had contributed to upgrading the numerous technological networks throughout the nation. Their crowning achievement, in recent history, was the work they had done aboard the Fortressa. Jamoura, for its work alone, was one of the worlds Darth Metus intended to visit, for he had a few projects in mind that could utilize exceptional systems.

Next was the Minister of Influence, [member="Kip Ridel"]. He entered with a joke and earned a slight, half-chuckle from the Vicelord. To both were rendered polite nods before the final arrival entered the room. [member="Lyla Quinn"]. She, the Viceroy of Ryloth, seemed to know the Minister on a personal level as they both entered at the same time. And joked together. At a glance, they reminded Darth Metus of how he and his apprentice would banter behind closed doors - nothing but smiles, bad cooking, and even worse puns.

At this point, it was time to call the meeting to order. The remainder of their peers, assuming they were connected to the Fortressa's HoloNet, would be transmitted minutes of the meeting from this point forward. As such, they would be in the know should they enter a tad tardy while the meeting progressed. For but a moment, the Vicelord allowed time for those who had gathered to take their seats before rising to address them.

"I want to thank you all for coming. I consider it among the highest honors to be among my peers to discuss matters of the Confederacy's future. Today, I have three matters to lay before you: one revolving around my own place as Vicelord, the second revolving around a request I bring on behalf of my family, and third being the matter of the Great Galactic War."

"I see no reason to tarry, so I will begin with Proposal A22: The Exarch Act."

"This act will expand the office of Vicelord by creating a new mantle: Exarch. An Exarch is to be an extension of the Vicelord, operating in his or her place and carrying his or her authority abroad. It is simply a reality that one individual cannot be in twelve places at once. I cannot fight upon Tatooine whilst also signing a treaty. I cannot defend Dagobah whilst also aiding our allies."

"Thus, I propose for no more than two Exarchs to be in place at any given time. Exarchs will need to be approved by the Viceroyalty at the time of this proposal's passing. Then, upon the election of a new Vicelord, Exarchs will need to run alongside him or her for the position. This will ensure that the implementation of this role, now and evermore, follows due democratic process."

"At this point, I open the floor to you all. What are your thoughts on this proposal?"

[member="Kip Ridel"] | [member="Rex Taff"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Lyla Quinn"] | [member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Jasmine Zittoun "]| [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Galven Hansol"] | [member="Dalton Kenway"] | [member="Tamar M'Raki"] | [member="Jorco Czeku"] | [member="Tarssin Destat"] | [member="Chikako Liona"] | [member="Tarssin Destat"] | [member="Darth Malus"] | [member="Marcus Lund"] | [member="Vyra Silara"]​

 

[Ravenfire]

Rex took notice as [member="Srina Talon"] entered the room the Echani woman commanded his respect ever since Zolan. "Miss Talon, It is good to see you again. I have been in good health how about yourself?" He would ask the woman. She was one of the few people who could command his respect another was Kurenai Yumi. She however didn't sit down. Then he thought about there was a reason she was here he was sure of it.

A few more viceroys came in there was the rodian viceroy [member="Jorco Czeku"] "I am well I hope you are as well. I am sure most are very jealous." Then Viceroy for Jamora came in [member="Jasmine Zittoun "]came in and compeltely ignored after the room. He would make sure some of the tech send her way was older versions for that slight against him, Srina and Jorco. He tapped it into a pad. He mad it so. Then [member="Kip Ridel"] and [member="Lyla Quinn"] walking in at the same time Kip must be a new minister. As for Lyla she had her head on straight enough he trusted her.

Then the Vicelord began to speak. "Yes Vicelord, I have been up to several things. You are more than welcome the stronger the bonds the better the ally." He allowed him to speak to the others as well. He then listened to the propsal. He nodded it was a good idea, it was unfortunate however that he was going to be stepping down as minister. "I would like to a say that is a wonderful proposal. However I unfortunately most abstain as I am stepping down as minister for Science effective immediately. I came today to tell you that. I have found something in the galaxy that requires my attention. I can't do that as an ally to the CIS." He then got up and said. "My apologies to all those present but I wished for everyone to know at once. I also suggest [member="Savoh Iaht"] or [member="WD-334"] as the new head of science and will be taking my leave."

Before he does he turns to [member="Darth Metus"]. "Most of the projects I have complete can be found within the Ministry for Science. I however will be taking the plans for the Ant droid as well as the plans for the armour and weapons for the militia. That is so I can create a task group to assist me in my investigations into the problem." Then nods to Srina, "I hope you continue to live well Srina. There is a Com-link in your quarters with a direct line to me should you ever have need." Then he walked out the doors back to the hanger transferring to his new battleship before jumping to another area of space.

 

[Kip Ridel]

For Kip, there was hardly a more exciting event than the very heart of political order. Sure, there was glory in massive battles. But what was glory but a decorative pin? Sell a pin on a black market and it will hardly be worth the credits of its constituent metal. Glory was the victory earned at the end of a game of Dejarik. But while champions come and go, the game remains. To Kip, the true thrill in living was not the small victories at the end of each game, but the excitement of shaping the rules to the game itself.

Yet for all his excitement, there were challenges ahead. In all of his circles, the man known as Kip Ridel had a distinct advantage of notoriety. But here, in the Confederacy, Kip was simply a man with a smile, a reputation, and a barely-earned title. It was as humbling to him as the story of a King who discovered a Federation. But unlike the King, whose pride would not allow him to yield, Kip had no ruling ambitions that prevented him from assimilating into a larger scope without overstepping his bounds. And, unlike the King, Kip recognized and respected the value of others in his own circle.

Greatest among them was [member="Lyla Quinn"], the steadfast and sharp-witted Captain and Viceroy. Her presence brought a well-deserved ease to Kip. He followed close behind her as each booted step commanded the attention of the room. The shrewd politician keenly noted the respectful gazes, to which Kip could only smile and think, "Well done, Captain."

In contrast to Lyla's vibrantly skin-tight turquoise flare, Kip chose a more modest and traditional black-and-white arrangement. In fact, were it not for his rather laid-back stride and perpetual grin, Kip was well-suited and equipped to get to business. Wisely, Kip situated himself next to Lyla, motioning to the droid to second her Caf order as he laid his Datapad out in front of him. The device displayed various floating and scrolling windows: some listing up-to-date diplomatic reports from sectors around the Confederacy. Others, small virtual nameplates that followed various people in the room, listening their names, roles, and a smaller button to allow Kip to expand upon various other minor biographical elements publicly known to the faction.

One particular figure's nameplate stood out prominently, though for Kip, there was little need of it. [member="Darth Metus"] was a figure well-known, even for the short time Kip had the privilege of being a member of the Confederacy. While he had crossed paths with the Sith Lord, Kip hadn't yet had the luxury of direct conversation with the commanding Mandalorian Vicelord. But his was a name that came up often and Kip made a habit of knowing the faces behind oft-repeated names.

It was time to begin. The opening topic intrigued Kip. The opening of a new position under the Vicelord to address the difficulty of a Vicelord's reach due to multiple demands. It was a practical solution with a number of merits. A democratic election of an Exarch was a particularly wise choice, as it offered a check on the potential for an oligarchy. The most pressing matter, to Kip, was what sort of powers would be extended to the Exarchs? Would their role be to simply execute legislative actions deemed by the Vicelord, or would they, themselves, legislate in place of the Vicelord?

A thousand avenues of questions popped into Kip's head at once like rapidly growing roots of a tree in fertile soil. But before he could ask, his Datapad light up with another nameplate. That of Rex Taff, the Minister of Science. Kip had not had the pleasure of meeting Rex face-to-face, but his services to the Confederacy were well-noted. It was a shocking turn-of-events. But that was life at the epicenter of politics. Order is a duck on the pond, carried by the chaotic kicking of the feet below the surface.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

"What if you disagree?"

It was the first time Lord Calixis had spoken or even moved since he had arrived. A few of those gathered in the room blinked at him in surprise, having at first mistaken the newly appointed Viceroy of the Zhar Territory for a stationary ornament. For hundreds of years, he had labored away in complete isolation from the rest of the galaxy, drifting in orbit of one of Coruscant's moons on low power. Yet ss soon as he had accepted the mantle of religious leader that way of life had been lost to him possibly forever, and now here he was at a political summit with some of the most influential organic minds in all of the Confederacy.

"What if the will of these Exarchs and that of the Vicelord one day no longer align?" Archim was still new to politics, so when [member="Darth Metus"] asked them for their opinions he was unhesitatingly critical, "Delegation is good. Diffusion of power is good. But there should be clear definitions of and limitations to that power. At best, an unclear chain of command could negate the very advantage in having an elected central authority figure. At worst, it could plunge this Confederacy into civil war."

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavily augmented cyborg reverted back to his eerily motionless state. He saw little point in organic trivialities like small talk, and felt that he knew all he needed to know of the others from the dossiers of publicly available information his faithful had collected on each of them. The full name an a brief personal summary floated next to each Viceroy and Minister gathered on board the Fortressa, visible only to Archim having been digitally inserted into his photoreceptors' augmented reality overlay.

HK-36, his mentor in all matters of the flesh, was always insisting that regular one on one interaction between droid and organics was key to understanding why it was better to treat them as partners rather than as inferiors or threats to droidkind. Lord Hunter Killer had a frustrating tendency of defying statistical improbabilities, and so Archim was trying to improve. He was still a work in progress, but at least he had managed to reduce the rate of small children immediately bursting into tears at the sight of him by almost twelve percent.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

The Sovereign Stingray hovered a moment before it gently landed in the main hangar of The Fortressa as it sat above Ryloth. The ship gleamed, blindingly bright among the more functional transports and fighters, and like a water creature, the wings on either side of the luxury vessel were designed to fool the eye, to make one think they were truly moving and gliding.

Tmoxin emerged from the vessel with a spring in her step as though she hadn’t facilitated a tense change in the government from hamstrung monarchy to full royal isolationism, through surreptitious violence. And appearance-wise Hapes had rubbed off on her - being there always did. She wore a long black gown topped with a multicolored brocaded jacket.

And to think she was not even a diplomat, barely connected to the monarchy anymore, yet she'd accomplished so much, primarily the reestablishment of the staunchly conservative Hapan Heritage Council. Still Tmoxin was a Viceroyal for Lok and first and foremost, that’s why she was here - to get back to Confederacy business. And when you were summoned by the Vicelord you did not play hooky so to speak.

To be back on her homeplanet so recently had been like giving Tmoxin a vitamin shot of pure Hapan, and although late, she walked right into the meeting, with nary a tremble in her body, straight poise and unapologetic. “I suppose I could have been listening into the encrypted feed of what you all have been saying as I made my way here, but I didn’t. Does someone want to catch me up on where the conversation has gone to date?” The redhead glanced around the room, taking in the Metus, the Vicelords, ladies and her partner, Derek Dib, giving him the smallest of cat-ate-the canary grins. He was privy to the information on her holdings, giving him ownership in the case of Tmoxin’s death, but she had not mentioned anything about her agenda on Hapes, only that she’d gone to visit her family.

[member="Kip Ridel"], [member="Rex Taff"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Lyla Quinn"], [member="Derek Dib"], [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Galven Hansol"], [member="Dalton Kenway"], [member="Jorco Czeku"], [member="Tarssin Destat"], [member="Darth Malus"], [member="Archim Calixis"]

 

[Derek Dib]

"Minister, that is always the desire."

His response to [member="Rex Taff"] was polite with just a hint of familiarity. They had doing themselves in positions within the Viceroyalty, and even had a modicum of interaction as sites were chosen by the minister for government santioned facilities throughout Confederacy space. Yet before conversation continued all three men had eyes drawn to the Echani who was making her way across the room with graceful form. Most would see her lithe body and curves as desirous, wanton, a showing off her femininity.

He knew better.

She was as equally familiar to him, as he was to her. Perhaps more so. Though he was Viceroy of Siskeen, it was foolish not not know intimately all the pieces upon the board. And she most assuredly was one. Most would look upon her and perception would be a pawn. A visually attractive pawn, but a pawn nonetheless. She was a queen upon the board, and her ability to cloak herself and her power may be the most compelling aspect revealed yet.

Derek gave a slight nod to her greeting that utilized their names. Either her mind was able to absorb any random stimuli for remembrance, or she had brushed up on the meeting at hand. Either way it spoke to her intelligence. And to the meeting being called. [member="Srina Talon"] would feature in some capacity. With that deduced knowledge he placed his own hands at the small of his back, mirroring the woman.

"And a pleasure to see you once more madam. And my health couldn't be better. As for tardiness, I've learned that beautiful women are rarely bound to the time constraints that persecute mere mortals."

Eyes flickered to the swift arrival of four more of the Viceroyalty, a light nod in the direction of [member="Jasmine Zittoun "]and [member="Lyla Quinn"] as his low words were spoken towards Rex, Metus, and Srina.

"Case in point. Allowances are made for women of strength, yet instinctually we question the men for their tardiness. Fallacy of evolution?"

He felt the slight smile cross his face as he turned from the original members in attendance to nod a simple greeting to each of the women, including the men [member="Kip Ridel"] and [member="Jorco Czeku"]. Derek slipped into his seat, his fingers releasing the buttons of his suit jacket in the process. His attention at Jasmine's smile reminding him that she was potentially the most savvy and most dangerous of their lot. But it was the being next to him that drew his gaze. [member="Archim Calixis"]. The bring didn't move, not an iota. And while he had read the file on the ancient cyborg, he knew two things. Files always painted a specific picture of the individual. And that coding in a file couldn't capture nuance, refection of emotion, intent behind choices. And as Derek turned away from the cyborg, he silently mused that the same would most likely be true for those of inorganic sentience, or with slight organic influence.

As [member="Darth Metus"] made his proposal and Archim responded with a sentiment that mirrored his own concern, [member="Tmoxin Temi"] entered, the bearing of one who knew she was tardy, yet was unapologetic in her demeanor. Derek turned his glance to Srina and Metus, a single brow arched as testament to his previous statement was merely driven home. Returning his attention to the Hapan viceroy he felt a slight flush of heat at the base of his neck. Clearing his voice he spoke lightly yet clearly.

"Currently the proposal from the ViceLord of for two Exarchs to carry his authority and power before them no into the field wherever they go. But as Viceroy Calixis has pointed out, there are obvious concerns for the distribution of power. I believe it may be more responsible that, these Exarchs not have full reign. Authority must be written and given on a case by case basis. Because what these Exarchs do will reflect directly upon the ViceLord, and the Viceroyalty. Each case, in my belief, must be approved directly by the ViceLord."

He paused for several moments before continuing.

"I believe there is another issue directly at hand that affects this proposal. You are Chief Justice, Chief Executive, Chief Diplomat. Within our Charter is no indication that the ViceLord is Admiral or General. In fact the opposite is clearly indicative. Your responsibility lies in diplomatic and political theaters. Not the fields of warfare. I believe it is foolhardy and irresponsible for a Viceroy to knowingly enter battle in which there life could be lost. The ramifications would affect their system greatly. How much more will the ViceLord entering such scenarios be considered. Is this not a democracy? Because if it is, then such a totalitarian amount of power should not be wielded by a single individual. We have military leaders for a reason my ViceLord. And while you are Chief Justice, your authority with the Knights Fall under internal jurisdiction."

Taking a moment once more he leaned back.

"So I believe clarification is in order on what authority these Exarchs are to have, as well as your agreement to our charter, which is an integral part of our government. Our rules must be adhered to, most importantly by us, in order for our government to thrive."

 

[Malok]

"We thank you for your service and accept your resignation." he said to [member="Rex Taff"].

And following the departure of the former Minister, the meeting began in earnest.

The newly-appointed Viceroy of Zhar opened the floor. The cybernetic entity's concerns were valid - and were born of a perspective that the Sith had not considered. Darth Metus had crafted this proposal with a candidate in mind: one whom knew his thoughts on a daily basis. He and [member="Srina Talon"] were, therefore, seldom on opposing sides of an argument. But, what [member="Archim Calixis"] mentioned hinted at the future in Metus' opinion. What would happen to the Confederacy generations after him? What would happen if the prime candidate was not already his Apprentice.

While the Vicelord chewed over his response, the lovely [member="Tmoxin Temi"] joined the meeting and [member="Derek Dib"] spoke his mind.

And suddenly, Darth Metus was vividly reminded of the A'lore Council of Mandalore.

"In the context of the Exarchs, I agree with your concerns Viceroy Calixis." he began. "A clear hierarchy, in the interest of balance, will be amended to this proposal. The Exarchs, while an extension of the office of Vicelord, will ultimately be subject to his - or her - direction. Would that be suitable?"

He kept his response to the question of Exarchs brief, as the real conversation was just beginning.

"There is quite a bit to answer in your thoughts, Viceroy Dib."

"Firstly, it is not foolish or irresponsible for any man to take up arms in the name of his home. If any Viceroy stood alongside their planetary militias, not a single question would be raised. And I am hardly the first of the Viceroyalty who has taken up arms or rallied our forces on the ground. Dagobah. Tatooine. Leaders of our worlds also led boots on the ground. You are correct in saying that I am no Admiral or General in an official capacity - but I will not sit on my hands and watch as others bleed for our cause. Neither will many of us in this very room. It is not Totalitarian of me to be more than a politician."

"And if you have not forgotten, of everyone in this room, only one of us has the capability to return from Death. Your Vicelord is very difficult to kill."

"But, you raise an excellent point. In many nations past, the position of Head-of-State carried with it authority over the military body of their respective nation. Democracies over the course of literal thousands of years trusted their democratically elected leaders to act as Commander-In-Chief of their armed forces. And yet you suggest that my service is a potential totalitarian amount of power?"

"I am now led to believe that, before the office of Exarch can truly be fleshed out, the office of Vicelord and the Charter must be examined anew, together. I hereby propose an amendment be made to the duties of Vicelord, to now include Commander-In-Chief of the Confederacy's armed forces."

He placed his hands flat upon the table.

"All in favor? All opposed?"

[member="Rapax"], [member="Kip Ridel"], [member="Lyla Quinn"], [member="Derek Dib"], @Jasmine Zittoun, [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Galven Hansol"], [member="Dalton Kenway"], [member="Tamar M'Raki"], [member="Jorco Czeku"], [member="Marcus Lund"], [member="Vyra Silara"], [member="Tarssin Destat"], [member="Cora deWinter"], [member="Archim Calixis"], [member="Chikako Liona"], [member="Marcus Lund"]​

 

[Cora deWinter]

It shouldn't have mattered whether she was Cora whether she was Dyarron or deWinter. She should have been fine with be a Dyarron, it was a name she had been born into. Yet, knowing she was a deWinter brought back unexpected memories. So much so that on Ando, she had become Cora deWinter even if she kept away from her Mom. So here she was, seated among Viceroy of the Confederacy, representing a planet that had become her home in her youth. She was part of the 1% of the population and yet, she had worked side by side to the capital's mayor and earned his trust, trust of others as well. She was accepted among them and yet, she was born off world and vocal enough in both languages and cultures that she could work well between the different species.

She had been a little late, coming in after the introductions. After a brief nod to the gathering as they had spoken, she took her seat and fell quiet, listening to them speak. Cora could match names and titles to faces after her research though she didn't know any of them personally. Vicelord among them suggested the Exarch Act, explaining it. She saw reason in it. One man could not do all, even Senators had Aids and seconds in their work for that reason. Others voice that concerns as she continued listen, opting not to speak at this point as she listened.

A tiny smile came to her lips as the Vicelord stated he was the only one in this room to return from Death. He wasn't completely right about this fact. Though hers was an unwilling rebirth, it was still a return from the dead and as she lived, her memories slowly returned to her bit by bit.

The Vicelord called for a vote on altering the office of the Vicelord and including the Commander-in-Chief of the Confederacy's armed forces. Cora remained quiet still. She would cast her vote but not immediately.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Derek Dib"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Archim Calixis"] [member="Kip Ridel"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member="Lyla Quinn"] [member="Jorco Czeku"] [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Lyla Quinn]

Quinn stared at the Vicelord while her simple smuggler brain caught up with the rest of the room. Was the pace of the political scene always so… unpredictable? It either crawled so slowly she spaced out or it ran so fast her head spun.

Not to say she didn't grasp the ideas being discussed. She did. Truth be told, the Exarch proposal made a lot of sense, as did the counter-words of Viceroy Calixis. As usual, Viceroy Dib's wisdom shone brightly concerning the role, duties and limits of Vicelord. But before she could organize her own words, their leader called for a vote.

He wanted a promotion.

And now she was stuck. Both arguments on the matter made sense.

In the end, she scrapped the mental debate and settled on what she knew of the man currently in the center of the conversation. The Vicelord had shown, on every occasion she'd witnessed, a clear and grounded wisdom in everything he did, said and expressed. He was devoted to his people, had a strong sense of duty, knew when to command and when to listen.
Good enough for Quinn.
For now, at least.

"You've got my vote, Vicelord," the Twi'lek piped up first. "Viceroy Dib has some solid points, but I've seen enough of how you work to know I can trust your judgement, on and off the battlefield."

 

[Derek Dib]

Derek calmly listened to the ViceLord, [member="Darth Metus"], as he spoke of the role and the inherent limitations of the office he was currently holding. The conflict of the situation was quite obvious. Many pitfalls, many points that needed addressing. His fingers lightly tapped on the table as his brain wove through the intricacies. As Metus finished speaking and then [member="Lyla Quinn"] have her vote he shifted slightly in his seat before clearing his voice.

"It is true. Every man, woman, and sentient artificial intelligence has the right to stand with their brothers and sisters upon the field of battle. Yet, we are not mere citizens. We are the leaders of the Confederacy. And I do not consider ourselves as above what the average citizen feel. No. We are mere mortals who feel the sting of loss, the ardor of love, the swell of pride, the flush of rage. Yet we are not the average citizen. We have accepted roles that have changed the desires we have as individuals and raised us to a position where we do not answer to the beat of our hearts, but to the people we now serve."

His fingers ceased their light drumming upon the table and both hands came together as he steepled his hands and leaned forward in his seat.

"I believe you misunderstand my implications, my ViceLord. I have the utmost respect for your actions and thoughts. You would throw yourself into battle for your people. To lead from the front. That is commendable and inspiring. A general that would lead from the front. A man that any in your forces would rally behind. And that is where the Crux of the issue lies. Your own words state you are no admiral or general. You are the ViceLord."

His eyes travelled those in the meeting before settling once more upon Metus.

"I believe that it was an oversight by not making the ViceLord also Commander-in-Chief. Our military needs direction from our political position, perhaps most importantly, including the ViceLord. Discretionary decision making and orders to our military should be placed within our charter. Yet to allow you to enter the battlefield would still be foolish. You are not just a man, you are the figure head of our government. Even with laws written pertaining to succession, it would be devastating."

Cooly he looked upon the leader of the Confederacy.

"As to being the only one of us who has returned from the grave, I can neither confirm nor deny the validity of such a statement. But such power at your disposal in which you can shake off the shakles or mortality, truly daunting ... And perhaps slightly frightening. Such immense authority in the hands of such a powerful individual ... History is filled with such cautionary tales ... Especially of Sith who also claimed such ability in longevity."

Leaning back in his seat his hands slipped into his lap.

"It is my opinion that at this current point, it is my opinion that either the authority of Commander-in-Chief of our military command should fall to a Minister of War, until such time as you agree and ammend your proposal to clearly state that if the ViceLord is given the role of Commander-in-Chief, he will not enter any theater of battle. You may wish to answer the call of your heart to stand by our people, but it is your duty and responsibility to serve the greater good of the citizens of the Confederacy. Your death would be counter productive. So unless you wish to clearly agree to a non-combative role, I must cast my vote to a no."

His lips lightly pressed together into a line. Absolutele power had a tendency to corrupt. And this lightly treaded the line. They were not the Empire, the Sith, nor the mandalorians. And their leader was important, important enough that Derek felt no qualms at opposing the ViceLord unless steps were taken to ensure he would not actively engage in battle. If he wished to be a warrior, then perhaps he should consider what was best for himself and the Confederacy. If he believed it would be best for their people and government for him to continue as head of state, then concessions must be made.

And of course there was also the path that had been voted upon previously, the way to make proposals to be voted upon. Time was needed for such matters of importance, and this was not supposed to be the way. Yet it was what it was.

 

[Dalton Kenway]

Dalton Kenway walked with purpose through the bowels of the Fortressa with two Confederacy soldiers following. The General wore his emerald green regal attire out of both respect for the Confederacy and for his Corellian heritage. Black and gold cape fixed to his collar, pistol on his hip and sword by his side. A man of pride and good standing.

The giant flagship of the Confederacy was where the Viceroyals had been called, but he was late, and he knew it. But sadly the affairs of Falleen could not always be put on hold for meetings – sometimes when you had techno-terrorists looking to blow a hole in the side of your planet, you had to deal with pressing matters first. He was sure Lord Metus would understand.

It had been a while since he had been together with the Confederacy, but he hoped things would now change being more in active service after spending time planet-side helping the people flourish as their Faction did the same.

He followed the almost clinical passageways to the conference room. Two droids stood outside on guard. They didn’t react when Dalton came closer, paying them no due as the doors parted. The congregation was in full swing; some faces he instantly recognised and some he didn’t.

The conversation was currently with [member="Derek Dib"] leading, and he knew the man from his last meeting. There was a convenient break in the chat for those to look at their emerald-green General as the doors hissed open gently.

”I apologise for my lateness,” Dalton said, matter of fact like with no hesitation or naughty school boy glances to the floor. ”Had a little trouble with the Falleen locals. Please, continue. I will familiar myself with the meeting recordings.”

Dalton gave a small smile and nod of the head as he walked in. A vacant spot was noted around the table, and he moved to it, leaving the aides at the entrance to stand down.

[member="Cora deWinter"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Archim Calixis"] | [member="Kip Ridel"] | [member="Rex Taff"] | [member="Lyla Quinn"]| [member="Jorco Czeku"] | [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Jorco Czeku]

Clearly there was a lot to take in for the Rodian. Seeing now that there was some kind of divide in the confederacy now. Both sides he felt were making good points. On one hand you had the Vicelord's views and on the other hand is [member="Derek Dib"]. It was a lot to think about in such a short time. How was one supposed to choose whatever side their keys to power supported? Who was simply going to buy his vote?

This probably wasn't what was going through the minds of his fellow viceroys. But for a sleazy and less then moral individual like Jorco, it was one of the most important things. So this meant he was gonna need to choose what seemed write to him and not what benefited him the most, and being the head of a less then legal organizations meant he was gonna need to act out of character to some degree.

If he voted against their Vicelord then that would mean he was being kind of hypocritical. Since Jorco put himself in harms ways back on Tatooine. However, on the other hand. Viceroy Dib had some excellent points. It wasn't the smartest thing to have a governments highest political figure in harms way.

After some more thinking and pondering on the subject Jorco felt like he came to a decision. "For me, as viceroy of Rodia, I'm sorry Vicelord Metus, but my vote is with viceroy Dib." The Rodian had voted.

[member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Derek Dib"]
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Cora deWinter"]
[member="Darth Metus"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Archim Calixis"]
[member="Kip Ridel"]
q[member="Srina Talon"]