Aela Talith
The Righteous
Bestine
The Galaxy was an ever increasingly interesting place over the past few decades.
The Elders of her Clan had often told her stories of when things had not been so complicated, when galactic governments were a long distant memory and the worry of most people was where their next meal would come from, not who would invade them next. Rina couldn't imagine a time like that. Her Clan had been relatively isolated, but even they had heard tales of the One Sith, the Galactic Republic, the Fringe, all of them. It was a testament to just how erratic the galaxy had become, to how much things changed and shifted within only a short number of years.
Governments rose and fell, Empires, Republics, all seemed to come and go.
She supposed that even the Alliance would fall one day.
For now however, at least they seemed secure, or this party certainly made it seem that way. The Alliance, unlike other galactic governments, was really only structured in a loose way. There were dozens, if not hundreds of planets within the Alliance, but unlike with The Republic none of them were directly represented in a Senate or some sort of council, instead each world effectively ran itself. It was more fair to say that the Alliance was a defensive and economic union rather than an actual form of government. The worlds within The Alliance worked together for a common goal.
Of course, that didn't mean their goals didn't sometimes differ.
Rina had noticed it more and more as this party had gone on. It was hosted by the Governor of Bestine, a portly and rather happy man who was more than happy to talk to...well anyone and everyone, yet his guests weren't exactly the same. Certain Governors flocked to one another. Those of the border worlds tended to stay in the same circles, those within the core tended to stay to themselves, and those near Sullust all seemed to hover around each other. It was telling.
The Alliance wasn't by any means fractured, but there were parties even here. Everyone wanted something, more defenses, more trade, more...whatever. She could see it with how they moved around the party, who they spoke to and what they said, it was all simply...fascinating.
This was Rina's first exposure to such a party, and although the fancy food and the slow music was nice, it was the politics that she truly enjoyed. Seeing what each of the Governors wanted and how they tried to achieve it. It made the night far more entertaining that she ever could have hoped.
Watching, she took a small sip as a diminutive alien woman approached a group of people from the Border Worlds.
The Galaxy was an ever increasingly interesting place over the past few decades.
The Elders of her Clan had often told her stories of when things had not been so complicated, when galactic governments were a long distant memory and the worry of most people was where their next meal would come from, not who would invade them next. Rina couldn't imagine a time like that. Her Clan had been relatively isolated, but even they had heard tales of the One Sith, the Galactic Republic, the Fringe, all of them. It was a testament to just how erratic the galaxy had become, to how much things changed and shifted within only a short number of years.
Governments rose and fell, Empires, Republics, all seemed to come and go.
She supposed that even the Alliance would fall one day.
For now however, at least they seemed secure, or this party certainly made it seem that way. The Alliance, unlike other galactic governments, was really only structured in a loose way. There were dozens, if not hundreds of planets within the Alliance, but unlike with The Republic none of them were directly represented in a Senate or some sort of council, instead each world effectively ran itself. It was more fair to say that the Alliance was a defensive and economic union rather than an actual form of government. The worlds within The Alliance worked together for a common goal.
Of course, that didn't mean their goals didn't sometimes differ.
Rina had noticed it more and more as this party had gone on. It was hosted by the Governor of Bestine, a portly and rather happy man who was more than happy to talk to...well anyone and everyone, yet his guests weren't exactly the same. Certain Governors flocked to one another. Those of the border worlds tended to stay in the same circles, those within the core tended to stay to themselves, and those near Sullust all seemed to hover around each other. It was telling.
The Alliance wasn't by any means fractured, but there were parties even here. Everyone wanted something, more defenses, more trade, more...whatever. She could see it with how they moved around the party, who they spoke to and what they said, it was all simply...fascinating.
This was Rina's first exposure to such a party, and although the fancy food and the slow music was nice, it was the politics that she truly enjoyed. Seeing what each of the Governors wanted and how they tried to achieve it. It made the night far more entertaining that she ever could have hoped.
Watching, she took a small sip as a diminutive alien woman approached a group of people from the Border Worlds.