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EN ROUTE TO THE SENATE BUILDING
1117 HOURS LOCAL TIME

BETWEEN CELESTIAL NAVIGATION & THE TRINITY AFFAIR

The speeder had collected Verity from the spaceport directly on time; Lucien Varencourt emerged from the back seat to greet his boss with a subtle bow of his head and a leatherbound portfolio. "Good morning, Senator. Good flight?" He pulled the door open for her and followed her in. "The Senate," he told the driver.

"It was fine," Verity said briskly as the speeder eased into traffic. She was one for pleasantries, but for the moment she was all business. She set her briefcase on the seat next to her and snapped it open, maneuvering past an individually-wrapped Cavaellin Spice Cream to draw out a portfolio that matched the one carried by Varencourt. "My notes on the DPRRA. Trade?" She held it out to her Chief of Staff.

"Early draft of the Diplomatic Security Reform Act," Varencourt said, offering his portfolio. The pair traded.

"I already know one edit that will be required," Verity said dryly, taking out her lucky stylus. She flipped open the portfolio and struck through the word Reform on the cover page. "I don't want to see the word reform in legislation in the foreseeable future. There's no point in antagonizing the other inmates, to say nothing of the warden. Tell the legislative affairs office, would you?" A beat. "I don't mean we're not going to be trying to reform, we're just not going to paint a target on what we do by describing it in those terms."

"All right." Varencourt glanced at Verity's face; her glacial blue eyes were tracing back and forth on the page, reading. There was something vaguely sad in her voice -- like she was reaching for fire, but reaching only a weak spark. "Are we going to talk about it?" Verity didn't look up, but made a vague questioning noise. "This meeting. The Chancellor."

"What about it?" Verity's lucky stylus jotted a note in the margin. Outdated cost estimates -- pull new figures. "Have you heard anything? Rumors in the staff canteen about Stuyveris getting a bollocking?"

"Nothing," Lucien said. He opened the portfolio Verity had given him, but didn't begin to read it yet, merely let his eye wander over the page. Dozens of notes in the margins even on just the first page. There were benefits and drawbacks to working for someone as detail-oriented as she. "She didn't say what it was?"

"Kiva didn't ask," Verity said, finally looking up. "Well, I'm not worried. The Chancellor has a lot of power on a national scale, but there's not a lot she can do to me that she hasn't done already. She can stymie my legislative agenda, of course, but..." An elegant shrug of her shoulders. "She doesn't seem the type to hold a grudge over a mere political disagreement."

"The papers are reporting on this like you came at her with a machete," Varencourt said. "That's not just political."

Verity glanced at him, then looked down to the bill text and shook her head with a subtle smile.

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CHANCELLOR VEXX'S OFFICE
THE SENATE BUILDING
1142 HOURS LOCAL TIME

"Can you see that the DPRRA draft is finalized today?" Verity asked Varencourt as the pair approached the entrance to the Chancellor's outer office. She had passed by here, of course, but had never had the occasion to enter. Verity wasn't sure what to expect; she eyed the closed doors warily. "I'll be looking to circulate it to my colleagues for commentary and cosponsorship -- you know, so we can put in subsidies for You-Know-Where and build out enforcement to look effective, only to have the Senate soil its collective trousers because it looks like it might require someone, somewhere, to do something."

"I'm glad to see you taking this whole DARE thing in stride, Senator," Varencourt chided as he helped the Senator out of her coat. He took the notes from the portfolio.

"You're fired," Verity said distractedly. Her fingers gently skimmed her pinned-back hair, ensuring nothing was amiss as she checked her reflection in a nearby window.

"Sure I am," Varencourt replied. "I'll be in the office."

Verity watched him go, then reached into her bag for her parfum, which she dabbed subtly on her wrists and throat before straightening her clothing -- a simple but unspeakably expensive dark grey sheath dress and matching coat which, when opened, exposed a vivid dark cerulean satin lining, matching the sapphires at Verity's ears and throat. Her Senate pin, identifying her as a member to security, sat in pride of place at her lapel. Everything in place.

With one last look at her wristwatch, Verity Stuyveris noted she was still a little more than fifteen minutes early. Good. Respectful. Deferential, even. She turned the handle on the outer office door and let herself in, approaching the receptionist. "Good morning. Senator Stuyveris for the Chancellor. I'm -- a little early -- but happy to wait, of course." The receptionist noted her arrival and invited her to sit, which she did. Verity allowed her eyes to wander the outer office. What clues as to Dominique Vexx could be gleaned from the decor choices here? she wondered.

Anything to distract from the tight heaviness in her stomach.

Little was she to suspect that there was at least one measure of comfort present that morning: the steady and steadfast presence of one of her friendlier colleagues, Ayumi Pallopides Ayumi Pallopides .



 
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Verity Stuyveris Verity Stuyveris Dominique Vexx Dominique Vexx

The senate building was always a nice place to be and Ayumi wasn't entirely worried about the office she had. Big beautiful window looking out on a park, she had a proximity to a smaller side entrance to the building that her security chief had flagged but also said was good once he stationed his own at locations. Coordinating with the buildings own... It was a little over but she had found it lovely being able to slip away outside where she could meet with the Nubian peoples, take in some of the local flavor... and the parks were where single mothers or the nanny's congregated aas the senator could have a small lunch break.

The smile that remained on her face though aas she walked back towards the building and saw a couple of things. Ayumi was moving through the halls towards Dominique's office as she was wearing a minimalist evening outfit built around a sharp geometric design rendered in signature white and gold. A smooth reflective with hypergem paneling ivory white collar encircling her throat, structured like a polished band resting closely against the base of her neck but flexible materia that allowed her to breathe perfectly. The collar forming the top point of the garment's design, acting as the apex of a deliberate shape across her torso.

Its surface is smooth and slightly reflective, trimmed with thin gold seams that trace its edges and catch the ambient lighting of the room whenever she turns her head. From the base of the collar the garment opens downward across her chest into a horizontal white panel that forms the crossbar of the design. This section covering her curves in a clean, fitted half band that runs straight across the front of her body before tapering slightly toward the sides. From the outer ends of this band two wide strips descend diagonally along her torso, angling outward as they travel down toward her belted hips. The strips are broad enough to cover and conceal while leaving the sides of her ribs exposed, her navel in a pyramid window similar above from her throat to the band.

It was all creating a striking negative space that frames her waist and emphasizes the clean lines of the dress. The angled panels connect seamlessly into the waistband of her pants, completing the capital A shape across the front of her body. The outfits strapless and backless design leaving the small things exposed. The scar along herr spine and her lower back tattoo just above the belt and band. A gift from herr father when she was younger and something herr sister had as well. The completely bare smooth bronze tone of her skin and the long vertical line of her spine. The open design highlights the natural structure of her frame, from the slope of her collarbones to the defined shape of her shoulders and arms.

The pants she wears are stark white and extremely form fitted, the material smooth enough that it appears poured over her legs rather than worn. The fabric follows the contours of her hips and thighs with a polished, almost liquid finish before narrowing toward her calves in a continuous, uninterrupted silhouette. Fine gold threading runs subtly along the outer seams and across the waistline, visible only when the light shifts across the surface. Her boots rise to mid-calf and are constructed with sculpted wedge heels that lift her height without the sharp angle of a stiletto. The wedge itself curves smoothly beneath the heel and arch, reinforced along the inner edge with brushed gold metal that reflects the surrounding lights as she moves. The boots match the white tone of her pants but are finished in a slightly matte surface that contrasts the sleek shine of the leggings above them.

The most stylized part of it is the design of the wedge as the A that matches the top is left as an impression when she walks. Ayumi having a signature series of outfits wasn't entirely enough, she liked the personal touch and charity auctions were able to sell off vintage outfits for good causes after it had been donated. As she walked the halls the carpet showing briefly the A for her name in the impression but she rounded a corner going towards Dominique's office. Against the white and gold of the outfit her tall, physically fit and slender form stands out clearly, her bare arms relaxed at her sides. Her long dark-honey hair is gathered into a high stylized ponytail secured with thin gold rings, the length falling down her back in a soft wave.

In motion the outfit reads as deliberate and confident, its sharp lines and exposed structure giving the impression of engineered elegance rather than simple evening wear, a look designed to stand out easily in the shifting lights of the senate building but as there wasn't a session today she could be more casual as she only paused to slid a small flower from the park out before passing a junior aid to one of the senators. Which one was it? She debated with herself but spoke as she stopped. Looking down at her a little. The weight of her senatorrs well time in session making things crazy for all of them.

"You're standing here, all fierce and radiant, reminding me of a love I've been chasing through the stars forever. Tell me, gorgeous, what's your heart craving? Well maybe a few other things. And my own proclivities are, uh... well-known and, uh, often-sensationalized facts of Senate lore. What I'm wonderin' is beautiful." She looked at the woman who was there for a moment and seemed to be blushing. The junior aide stood attentively near the edge of the main chamber overlooking the endless pods for all of the Republics worlds, her posture straight and composed despite the subtle tremor that betrayed her inner turmoil.

She wore one of the classic Senate gowns typical of those in service to the more prominent senators flowing layers of deep crimson and gold-trimmed fabric that cascaded in elegant pleats from a high, structured collar down to the polished floor. The outer robe featuring intricate embroidered pattern along the hems and sleeves, subtle Naboo-esque inspired motifs blended with minimalism, while the underdress shimmered faintly with metallic threads that caught the artificial light filtering through the massive transparisteel windows. Her dark skin gleamed under the soft glow of the chamber's illumination, warm and rich like polished bronzium.

Her hair was neatly woven into tight braids that framed her face and gathered at the nape of her neck in a professional yet graceful style. Small, understated earrings glinted at her lobes, the only personal adornment she allowed herself in this formal setting. She clutched a datapad against her chest as if it were a shield, her fingers tightening around its edges every few moments. As the compliment continued warm, teasing words delivered with that effortless charm only certain senators or their favored guests could muster the aide felt heat rising inexorably to her cheeks. She tried to maintain her practiced neutrality.

The calm demeanor expected of someone in her position who handled correspondence, scheduled meetings, and ensured every detail of her senator's day proceeded without flaw. Yet the flattery landed like gentle sparks against dry tinder, igniting a flush that spread from her high cheekbones down to the elegant line of her throat. Her full lips parted slightly as if to form a polite deflection, but no sound emerged at first; instead, she dipped her head just a fraction, allowing a few of the finer braids to slip forward and partially veil her expression. The gown's high collar suddenly felt constricting, though she knew it was designed for both dignity and subtle protection in the often chilly drafts of the Senate rotunda.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the soft rustle of silk taffeta barely audible over the distant hum of repulsorlifts and murmured debates echoing from the chamber and hall. Her breathing quickened, shallow and controlled, as she fought the urge to press cool fingers to her heated skin. Such reactions were unbecoming of her station, she reminded herself sternly, yet the sincerity or perhaps the playful intent behind the words made resistance feel almost futile. The aide finally managed a soft, breathy laugh, more exhale than sound, and lifted her gaze just enough to meet the eyes of her admirer without fully committing to the contact.

Her own eyes, dark and luminous, shimmered with a mix of embarrassment and reluctant delight, the whites stark against her warm complexion. "You are too kind Senator Pallopides," she murmured, her voice low and modulated to carry only between them, laced with the faint accent of an Outer Rim world that spoke of careful upbringing and even more careful ambition. The blush deepened, impossible to hide now, painting her cheeks in a rich mahogany tone that made her skin appear to glow from within. She tucked an errant braid behind her ear with trembling fingers, the motion deliberate and slow as though buying time to regain her composure.

Around them, aides and minor dignitaries moved in their own orbits, datapads glowing, robes whispering, but in this small pocket of space, the world narrowed to the exchange of glances and unspoken implications. She straightened again, drawing on years of training to project professionalism even as her pulse thrummed visibly at the base of her throat. The gown's heavy fabric helped conceal the quick rise and fall of her chest, but nothing could quite mask the way her lips curved upward despite her best efforts, a small, involuntary smile that spoke volumes more than any rehearsed response ever could. Ayumi slipped behind her ear the small flower offering more words.

"If we met once before because I swear, we've danced this dance before, you and me, in some past life among the stars." She didn't hide anything... if anything Dominique usually said she should be more discreet but the biggest scandal of Denon's senator was out in the open. She wore it like an armor that would and could protect her at times or at least compared to some she didn't suffer it. Her family name, her house, her ambition, her past, her enjoyments... well all of it was welcoming and so in the hallway as she was looking she sense Verity approaching but she didn't make a notice of it. Tapping the chin of the aid as she spoke.

"You can tell me later, over dinner... on my island... on Denon. A full date to make you feel like a princess." She offered a smile and the girl was twitterpated as Ayumi guided her. "Now go, have a nice day beautiful." She spoke and used it to look up and over as she looked at Verity with a wider grin as the girl walked away. "Senator Stuyveris. You look lovely as always." Her smile was warm and she stayed always friendly.. the corners reaching her eyes but she stood tall and at the ready for anything as she started to walk towards Dominique's office. Verity was going one way and it wouldn't be nice to walk and adjust easier to let her play catch up a little though as Ayumi walked.

She used the force to guide herself while she moved and found a good place to turn while avoiding the others who were busy in the hallway. The small trek towards the chancellors office held a grace and poise though in her outfit as she was slightly showing it off. A few of the people walking always got a chance to enjoy when she brought something new to wear... they should see her swimsuits. "I am so glad you stayed on Naboo and didn't go home, gives me at least one person to be able to talk with at times who isn't trying to get favor or suck up about something." She was happy to share Denon's prosperity with them anyways and preferred they just asked instead of trying to manipulate.

She said it as the door to the outer office and secretary to Dominique was there and Ayumi knocked.
 

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Dominique casually strode over to the side where a small refreshment station was built into one of the walls. She reached out to retrieve a kettle and carefully poured the steaming contents into a cup she'd flipped over. There wasn't always time to take a walk outside, but that never stopped a Director of Denon. Having an assistant fetch you a drink or ensure your self-service items were readily available was second nature. Hardly an abuse of power to continue a tradition even if she were now Chancellor of the High Republic. All to say, the tea smelled delightful to the sense as the vapors washed over her face.

Meanwhile, one of those very attendants busily relayed matters of import. The Chancellor would turn and begin to make her way back to the broad desk all while the reports continued to pour in. Some matters needed to be known, but demanded no action; whereas others were going to require a response sooner than later. It was a big Republic, and an even bigger galaxy.

With a light sip, her golden eyes drifted closed for a moment. It was important never to rush or become tense with the countless burdens and every possible consequence on your shoulders. The galaxy would work a woman to death if she let it.

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As Verity Stuyveris Verity Stuyveris and Ayumi Pallopides Ayumi Pallopides arrived, they were greeted by a well groomed and refined woman with black hair, equally dark lips, and thin-rimmed glasses. The midnight blue suit jack not tailored to close at the center only accentuated the white button-up shirt beneath it. More striking, once they were closer, was how a scarf or neck brace of some kind was found to be nothing more than pitch black tattoos along the woman's neck and collar.

The woman's bionic, red eyes lifted from the holo-displays to regard the two woman with openness even whilst lacking an inauthentic smile. "Senators." Ayumi, at least, would be able to discern the dialect of a woman from some of Denon's... deeper places on the secretary's tongue. "I'll let the Chancellor know you've arrived." While she still didn't smile, her voice was friendly enough and her eyes had met theirs even if it might be difficult to tell whether she saw them or was looking at something projected on the other side of her iris.

Until the Chancellor was ready, Verity's survey of the lobby would find a number of artworks from Naboo's modern artisans on display. Two standing sulptures framed the doorway to the Chancellor's office, with smaller works set on pedastols in the corners -- out of the way and something to give those nooks of the room purpose.

Despite being early, hey wouldn't need to wait more than a minute or two. They were invited to enter as the double doors parted. Through them could be seen two assistants already approaching Dominique's side of the door, quickly through and out of her next guests' way. One of them stole a quick look at the pair, though it would be difficult to say which one of them she seemed to study more. Her male companion had made a point not to look and make a hasty withdrawl from the room.

Dominique stood before her desk and waved for the Senators to enter even if they were already on the way inside. "Senator Stuyveris. Senator Pallopides. Come in," she invited as they'd stepped inside. "Would either of you like a drink? I have tea from a nearby stand, and coffee from that little cafe down the boulevard."

Despite possessing both weapons of caffeeine, Dominique's snow-white uniform remain as spotless as ever.

The interior of her office had a few more choice pieces of local furniture, but the walls and side tables along them held less familiar works of art. Full of color, they reflected the brilliant cityscapes and chaos of a world overflowing with information and people alike. Naboo might demand the Chancellor spend more time on the world than she might otherwise like, but Dominique had ways of bringing a little of home with her.

Shame about the lighting though. The neons of home didn't go well with the natural lighting and scenery of the forested world of Naboo viewed from the Chancellor's office. Well, not during the day, anyway. Rank had its privileges, and having a special lighting mode to work into the small hours of the night hadn't been arduous to arrange.
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A compliment from the Senate's frontrunning clotheshorse was always such a treat, and Verity responded with the modesty the occasion demanded. A slender hand smoothed over the midsection of her comparatively plain office dress. "I assure you it is merely a benefit of being in the reflection of your own style," Verity said, smiling pleasantly as she rose to greet her colleague properly. "You are very kind, as always. Though of course, looking like that, you can afford to be generous with compliments. My word." She craned her neck, as if to see around the curve of Ayumi's dress, and nodded her approval.

"You look like a queen as much as a Senator," Verity said with a wry smile. "Are you in to see the Chancellor? I am, as well -- though -- I'm pleased to have a moment before. I wanted to apologize if I cut you off when we spoke last. After the -- well, no point in soft-peddling it, hm? -- after I faceplanted spectacularly in front of the entire Senate and every holocam in this place?" Her smile turned more heartfelt, apologetic. "It was not my intention. I... well the truth is I was not prepared to look any of them in the face, and I could sense the chamber emptying. Still, my own humiliation doesn't excuse rudeness. I am sorry. Ayumi."

The Senator clasped her hands behind her back, and in short order the Chancellor's staff were inviting both of them into the inner office. Her hands clenched behind her back briefly, as if to work the blood back into her extremities. Interesting. Verity paused, gesturing for Ayumi to proceed ahead of her, and then fell into step beside and a step behind. It wouldn't do to accidentally trip over Ayumi's dress and perhaps damage their burgeoning friendship irreparably in so doing. Verity kept her gaze level as she passed the pair of staffers on their way out, her chin lifting a fraction of a degree momentarily as she took in the office briefly, then tilted down twice that much, eyelids lowering momentarily. "Your Excellency," she said, the genuflection present in her voice, if not in her knees. She lifted a hand in a gentle and polite refusal of her offer of refreshment. "Thank you, no."

She allowed her eyes to linger on the Chancellor for a moment before going past her, to the desk, then slowly crawled along the landscape of the office. So, Verity thought to herself, one golden eyebrow lifting just a touch as she allowed her eyes to drink it all in. This is what power looks like. This is what it smells like. This is what it might feel like. Her eyes glanced to Ayumi, and she wondered just what was going on in her pretty head. Then again, she had probably been here before.


 
Heir to the Emperor, Senator of Denon
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"Why thank you and I was planning on it." She said it with a grin though as the outfit gave her a small amount of leeway with the pants when she was going inside. A small stretch but she looked around as Verity was taking it all in and Dominique spoke. "Hmmm looks only slightly better maybe then your palace on Denon. The lack of neon, the lack of a bunch of monitors and that high backed chair you sat in. You looked like a holonet super villain just needed the loth cat." She said it and looked at the chancellor with a nod. "Some tea though would be nice it isn't often I get to be in such..." She flicked her eyes between the two. "Enjoyable company. Let alone without having a line of people wanting to steal either of you away for nefarious ends."

Ayumi was looking at both of them amused as she positioned herself but only had a smile. Hands clasped in front of her. "Though Eadu's aid is cute, how she works under him is a definite show of her ambition and character." She said it with a small look but gave a shrug. "Though Verity my dear I hold nothing against you. There is more then enough happening that we shall be able to go tit for tat in session.. it is afterwards and if I upset you just say the world and we can whisk you away to some private beach on a planet island. We have a hypergate in my villa here so traveling to Denon can be done under everyones eyes and the beach there is private with a security screen in the Upcity."
 

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"Senator, please," Dominique smiled even as she turned her head aside, "you'll give people the wrong impression." She centered her gaze once more with no less the smile on her lips. Super villain. Ayumi shouldn't give people such scandalous and colorful thoughts. They were amusing, however.

"Please, make yourselves comfortable." The Chancellor gestured to the chairs set before her desk.

She turned and strolled over to the drink station to carefully pour Ayumi a cup of that light tea. "Experience comes in all forms, Senator," Dominique remarked concerning Eadu's aide as she poured. "Questionable as some of his tactics might be at times, it is apparent he rose to his position through skill and not nepotism." Well, not just nepotism, perhaps. "Would you like any honey, Senator?"

Once the drink was prepared, Dominique slowly pivoted and drifted back toward their side of the desk with the cup atop a little saucer. The Chancellor smile as she extended it out for Ayumi to accept.

"Really, now, Senator, are you trying to make up for lively banter with a stay at a resort? You'll make it impossible for people to stay angry with you for long that way," she said with a quiet chuckle. "Actually," Dominique paused at the corner of her desk, golden eyes regarding the two women for a second, "I wouldn't be aghast if either of you wanted to discuss certain topics before a Bill got to the floor. Not that you must, of course, but one less voice making a fuss can make all the difference."


 


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Verity proceeded to one of the chairs that Dominique had gestured to and crossed her legs, smoothing her skirt absent-mindedly.

"The man is a gold-plated buffoon," Verity said irritably when the topic of Yittreas came up. "He seems incapable of forming a sentence without a noun, a verb, and a motion of no confidence. I bet if you splashed water on him in the middle of the night he'd jerk awake shouting a motion of no confidence in your leadership. Honestly, we get so little done as it is without all the folderol that comes with trying to hurl you off your perch," the Senator for Druckenwell, nodding with a touch of deference to the Chancellor. "It's almost like a conspiracy to try to keep us from achieving anything at all. Probably so when the elections come he can whine about the do-nothing Senate and act like he's got plans."

She rolled her eyes and waved a hand.

Verity couldn't think of anything worse than going to the beach. All that sand. All that sun. But she understood the nature behind the suggestion and so she smiled genuinely. "I might be persuaded to go as far as a fruity cocktail with an umbrella, but -- well, I'm not much of an outdoor girl these days." She fussed softly with the hem of her skirt as she waited for the other women to settle and turned her attention to the Chancellor.

"Did you have a topic in mind, Your Excellency?" Verity asked primly. "Or are you inviting topics? Because I have had a few thoughts -- though I do not expect to find an approving audience here. No offense intended, of course -- reasonable minds can differ." A beat, then an enigmatic smirk. "About some things."


 
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Heir to the Emperor, Senator of Denon
Dominique Vexx Dominique Vexx Verity Stuyveris Verity Stuyveris

She listened to Dominique and Verity with a small nod of her head. "Perhaps though if he raises it every vote it will erode its impact which benefits later on. The real voice to try and have back you is Aurelian Veruna Aurelian Veruna as he influences more. I am learning that." She said it but shrugged as the senate waas the senate and right now she looked at Verity as she sat down checking the chancellor with a look. She took the drink for a moment. "Well I try, I would prefer everyone love me... that is female... and legal... and endowed." She said it with a smile though as Verity said she didn't do outside. "A shame but I am more then happy to get you a drink."

Her laugh was more when she was thinking about topics and there were not as many she was thinking on. Bill wise she didn't have anything but there was the docket possibly. "I don't know what there will be coming up but we should be able to find a few good things to talk about... though senate business should be short it will age you both more if all you do is stress about it. Take a moment to leave it in the hands of your chiefs of staff. Melanie is able to do a whole lot of what I want to get done and we have managed to get the vertical gardens improved and at the ready." She said it with a look. "Though we should do something fun, we are on Naboo, home of beautiful women... decent drinks and well a few can hit those high notes so I'll give them song."
 

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Dominique gave a slight inclination of her head in response to Verity's regard. "Something to that effect, I agree." Eadu's game wasn't unknown to her. Suggest the government was incompetent, drum up support, and attempt to exert influence for himself and any corporate backers. Denon might hold elections, but there was no doubt heavy industrial influence helped shape narratives to see the right person put in charge.

Well, ordinarily. Ayumi's more carefree attitude certainly didn't reflect the social club and old money narratives of the past. She sought to convince them with results. Admittedly, she had plenty. It would last for a time as few would deny her effectiveness. So long as the profits rolled in she'd be successful in keeping them in line it would seem.

"This is an opportunity for you ladies to bring up whatever topics you'd like to discuss. I think you both get enough of me preaching to the Senate in Chamber already. Please," the Chancellor pivoted to lean against the edge of her desk with a smile, "if there isn't freedom to address even unpleasant topics we'll never manage that lofty vision of unity and prosperity." If anything, she rather they talk about those topics that might not be approved of here, in private, rather than before the countless special interests represented in public. Were nothing else accomplished, at least Dominique would know what to expect in advance, and perhaps help Verity garner the support for passage -- when they agreed even if reluctantly.


 


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Verity allowed her gaze to linger on Ayumi curiously, her pale eyes impassive. She was a curious one. Work hard, play hard, it seemed.

She was less inclined to court the support of the King of Naboo, but perhaps that was why Dominique was suited to sit in the big chair. Verity was of the view that one could not be reasoned out of a position that they had not been reasoned into, and His Majesty's reflexive contempt was, as far as she knew, not just unreasoned but unearned.

"Do you not find legislating fun, Ayumi?" Verity asked casually. She allowed herself to relax a little, leaning against the armrest of the chair in a way that would have seemed completely foreign to her the moment before she did it. But when she did -- now that it seemed that this meeting was less a ticking-off than a social call -- it seemed natural, somehow. Like she was a human being after all, not merely a political animal. "I can't think of anything more entertaining. Well, not nothing but surely it's close." She rested her chin on her fist, an enigmatic smile on her lips leaving much to the imagination -- whether she was talking about a lover or ice cream or polo ponies.

"At the risk of boring our colleague," she continued, turning her gaze back to Dominique. "I did have one or two pet projects in the timeline. First, Charter reform -- not that I have anything specific in mind, but I think it's important that there be some method by which the Charter can be amended. Surely as the Republic grows and develops we will need some kind of flexibility there. Second, ethics reform." Verity's eyes flickered to Ayumi, eyebrow lifting. "Hopefully nothing my esteemed colleagues would find overly burdensome. But I will be taking soundings and seeking cosponsors so as to avoid another... kerfuffle."

"And once we've solved all the world's problems, then -- who knows. Maybe a bill to put our faces on money."




 
Heir to the Emperor, Senator of Denon
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She looked at Verity and the question as she took a drink and spoke. "Oh I do, I adore it. in the waning years of the RRepublic under Popo when much was being gutted, the jedi under Kiskla and later the Dragonsflame. I adored the senate. The vice chancellor at the time, her wife and their young daughter were good friends and still are. I even moved them to my villa after the core was lost but if all you do is think about the senate or the next bill or the next board meeting or the next press conference, next crisis... You'll never be able to do this for a long time. Balance is ideal, fun is recommended and dalliances are enjoyable. Why therre was this senator from Chandrilla for a brief time but she."

Ayumi looked at her offering only a small smile. "There once was a girl with tangerine hair, she stole my heart and left me stranded elsewhere ,truly a crafty and full of sass, but cant deny she had a spectacular.... " She trailed off looking at them and expected the deadpan stares... there was a method to it though. SHe was also listening to Verity's idea and held a hand up to her sternum for a moment. "Oh my face on money... could be fun. Would make the currency pools on Denon more interesting." She said it with a smile though as she sat there. "And kerfuffles are fun, it just means when we kiss and make up it will be that much more meaningful."
 

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Dominique listened to Verity and then Ayumi in turn. Her eyebrows rose slightly at her friend's penchant for colorful encounters.

"I do appreciate flattery and a little attention, ladies, but there was once a statesperson that said only the dead should be immortalized on currency. And I don't know about you, but I have no intentions of requiring a memorial any time soon." It certainly wouldn't hurt to garner the people's constant awareness of her place in their lives, but tiny engravings on credit chits was hardly foremost on her mind. It was an amusing thought, however, by the Senator.

"As for reforms," her golden eyes fell to Verity in particular, "I've yet to gnash my teeth, Senator. Though I think you will find amending the Charter a most arduous task. It is our foundational document, which is not easily modified for a good reason. That said," Dominique shorted softly, "there have been some interesting disagreements of late over what it was intended to accomplish, and what authorities were granted in its ratification. What, in particular, did you have in mind?"


 


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"Flattery?" Verity echoed dubiously, one brow lifting. "No, Your Excellency. It's vanity, but you know how I loathe to appear self-serving, so I would necessarily need to include others in a legislative vehicle designed primarily to put my own face on the currency. You see, I have no such compunctions about being alive. But I suppose if you won't play, then there's no way for me to do it gracefully."

The Senator for Druckenwell laced her fingers together around her knee and leaned forward.

"Charter reform," Verity repeated slowly. "Well, first I would very much like to establish it as a legal reality that the Charter is a document that can be amended at all. It shouldn't be easy, it shouldn't be fast, but setting down something in stone is really a message to the galaxy that what we intend to do is create a government -- a set of ideals -- intended for the moment it was made and no other. Don't we want the High Republic to outlive that moment?"

She paused and unlinked her hands, spreading them palms-up. "If we do, we need to give it the tools. Right?" Verity straightened and absentmindedly fiddled with the clasp of her wristwatch as she directed her attention between the Chancellor and Ayumi and back. "And once we do? Oh, you know, I haven't given it much thought."

A pause; all three women knew that was a lie. Verity had the good grace to seem almost chagrinned. "Much. Perhaps something simple: an enumeration of the individual civil rights of citizens."



 
Heir to the Emperor, Senator of Denon
Dominique Vexx Dominique Vexx Verity Stuyveris Verity Stuyveris

"I think you have given it a lot." She sat there and looked at her with a grin but spoke as she gave a small shrug. "It is okay you can be honest with us. I know wanting to have liberties for the people is important but I am more practical. I'd rather have a way to identify ones in a riot who are trampled and have no other way of identification. Rather then try and have a droid match them months later." She said it with a look while she took another drink but was enjoying herself there while she looked at Dominique with a small look. "BUt you should be on something. Kalantha was pretty and I will be the first to admit to it. I wish I had had a chance to meet her at a party but now we got you and have you seen yourself in a mirror?"

She didn't need to get up and she wasn't denying Verity's idea... in fact she loved it and offered her a smile. "The best change happens as needed. The ones in the senate who only care for themselves generally make themselves known. The ones who care about the people usually have the ideas that make sense but get resistance. Amending and changing aspects of the charter might take awhile and be like pulling teeth but it can be done. Just need to make it the most appealing thing.. and have it be that changing and altering is an eighty to twenty issue. A way that opposing it looks bad with the rest of the people of the Republic."

She said it with more amusement. "Though this senate is a lot more civil then the Republic under Popo, there any resistance they wanted tot ry and exile you. You want to see no confidence votes go back and watch some of those archival sessions. Lots of yelling, lots of people only wanting their world to succeed and they even let the sith come in to weigh in with their opinion because they were friends of the chancellor or the grandmaster of the jedi. SOmetimes I wonder how I managed to make it through with only a few scars or burns." She was thinking about it but looked at the Chancellor. "You remember how it was with the Alliance well one of them."

Hopefully it helps you when I offer a little, I'd much prefer we all get to head out and grab Sibylla Abrantes Sibylla Abrantes convince her to get the royal speeder and hit up a McYoda's while leaving the worker a massive tip. Or a Nubian club, I want to culturally exchange and develop relations between Drrukenwell and Denon. We'll exchange stories and dances while partaking of the best food that binds the galaxy together." She said it with her drink but she hadn't moved from her seat though made it closer to something that would benefit all of them. "Then I plan to find no less then three girls to flirts with, one likely in the line while waiting for the food., one in the club and one between the two of you and since I don't drink you will know it is all legit."
 

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Dominique wasn't above vanity, but she was cautious with indulgence. Even Ayumi's magnanimous gift of a palace back on Denon had been... overwhelming. It was a considerable step up from an expansive condo on a towering high-rise in District One. It attracted attention. For someone used to operating in the shadows it and being Chancellor were radical departures from the familiar. To have her face on credits would be flattering, but it also seemed to cement the idea of her elevation. People would begin to murmur. Little acts that steadily built to feed the voices of discontent. She had seen something of that back home time and again with the Corporate Authorities.

When Ayumi spoke of the Alliance Senate, Dominique nodded. "Especially with the Jedi used as political pawns. Something this Republic will avoid." Not that the Jedi had been wrong per se, but they'd also been played by Darkwire. There was a saying that good intentions paved the way to hell -- apropos concerning where the investigations into Denon had been headed. Not that they were wrong to be wary of the CAD's actions, but no world was going to tolerate being dictated at. To think they'd suggested replacing Denon's government as one might simply change food and drink contractors.

With a smile, Dominique lowered her chin with the bold manner with which Ayumi proclaimed the manner the evening should unfold.

After a moment, she lifted her head and looked over at Verity. "The Royal Naboo Republic was wise to reform as the High Republic. To expand its scope to deal with a rapidly growing interstellar governing body. It was, however, young. In many respects. The Charter is a product of its time -- near as that may be. Well intentioned, but lacking certain frameworks. There may be potential in your proposal, Senator, in amending the Charter; but as you point the greatest concern then becomes it be a political play thing too readily altered or an impossible to touch living icon."

"This Republic shall be a dynamic body to meet whatever challenges lay ahead."


Dominique tapped a finger atop her desk for a moment. "Given recent events, perhaps clarity as to the roles or directive distinction between the branches of government for a start as well. There seems to be disagreement of late whether certain matters are the purview of the Legislative or Executive. Gridlock might result some day if one believes the other out of bounds -- though we've yet to set boundaries."

"And I do not mind establishing Executive departments. That too is a formalization of what already exists. The important thing is that while the Senate is part and party to the operation of the government that th Executive be given some latitude in how it operates to avoid less civil-minded parties from holding us hostage to the letter of the law rather than its spirit."



 


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"My dear," Verity told Ayumi with a dry half-smile. "It's barely noon. Are there even clubs open at this hour?"

The Senator from Denon laid it all out and, in its way, it was impressive how little she cared who saw it. If Verity were even a little less principled, she might have tried to use such admissions as leverage. A more flexible Senator -- more willing to trade favors or weaponize what she knew about her colleaegues -- might well get more done than Verity ever would with her dull, methodical, admittedly preachy approach.

And in any case, Ayumi had a way of falling into the metaphorical latrine pit and rising cleaner than before, smelling of roses besides. It would be a foolish wager, trying to undermine such a talented politician. "I could eat, though," she added, chewing the inside of her cheek. "I've never been to a McYoda's -- what sort of thing do they serve?"

The conversation turned back to Charter reform, and Verity let out a near-silent huff of laughter through her nostrils that, given her usual poise, may as well have been a snort. "Have we really not established boundaries? I believe I still have a boundary-shaped bruise on my backside from the last Senate debate," she said dryly, then raised a hand before anyone could protest. "Entirely well-deserved, I assure you, and I hold no grudges. The shockball player takes the field knowing the risk of injury. I was underprepared, clearly. But while I believe some in the Senate would agree to formalize whatever arrangements you have into something resembling executive departments, there is no appetite for insisting upon competent oversight. We saw that with the Ministry of State debate."

Verity shrugged. No hard feelings was true, but that didn't mean she was going surrender the principle of Senate oversight. "As much as I respect you, Chancellor -- and I do, and I hope you know it -- the authority of the Chancellor should not -- must not -- depend on the woman in the chair. Before you were elected Aurelian Veruna Aurelian Veruna was acting Chancellor. With the greatest possible respect, I trust the man about as far as I could throw a starfighter in standard gravity. Assumptions of good intention that I would extend to Dominique Vexx I would not extend to the King of Naboo. So, for me, Senate oversight is non-negotiable."

The blonde realized, a touch abashedly, that she had slipped into the cadence of combat under the Senate rotunda and sighed. "Apologies. My zeal occasionally puts my carts ahead of my horses. What I mean is this: I am willing to work with you toward a shared goal if there is a shared understanding of the need for proper accountability. Just look at Obaith. Will the public ever how he came to be in Sularen's clutches? What his mission was, or why he was unsecured? The taxpayer is on the hook for the money we spent to send the Mandalorians after him. Is it truly the position of the High Republic Senate that the taxpayer doesn't have a right to know the details? It certainly seems to be his position -- which is remarkably ungracious, if you ask me."

She waved a hand dismissively, as if urging the water to go under the bridge more quickly. "Charter reform," she said again, bluntly, as if to reorient her brain away from her DARE Act thrashing and on to the next hurdle. "It will be a team effort. I wouldn't dare to try it alone after -- what was it? Diplomatic disaster? Honestly, the press and their alliteration, as if it's clever. I have certain Senators in mind who I feel could be useful contributors but I'm curious as to who you two think ought to be involved."


 
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Ayumi looked at Verity for a moment as she spoke with a grin. "Sweetie, Verity, boobbala. There is always a place open if you know where to look and the right people. I don't network and meet the people of this beautiful Republic for nothing." She said it with a small look of amusement and interest as she was looking at both of them and stood up walking around. "Now to answer your question, yes there is a place and yes we might have to change to properly attend but the guy at the door is a good friend. I introduced him to his wife and his girlfriend... and coincidentally his boyfriend.. bottom line dude owes me big so we can get in."

She said it with a nod but was looking at Verity. "But before we can do that, if we aren't going to convince Sibylla Abrantes Sibylla Abrantes to join us, though you should work to get her on your side. She has Aurelian Veruna Aurelian Veruna by the ear so if she says you cool then he should follow. You don't have to convince him just convince the one who is allowed to smack him outside the head." She said it and smoothly or worked for the transition to it. "That is step one for both plans and ideas. The next is we hit up my seamstress here on Naboo. Beautiful, the best you will find and hidden away in this lovely little corner of Theed. Not many go to her."

"For you Verity my dear, I'm envisioning an outfit that's this sheer, translucent ivory-white robe, crafted from the finest gossamer fabric it's almost weightless. It has these wide, flowing sleeves that end in delicate cream-colored satin cuffs, trimmed with thin gold piping. The robe drapes with deep, plunging V-shaped openings, both in the front and back, revealing generous expanses of what's underneath, and it's artfully tied at the waist with a wide matching ivory sash that forms this prominent knot right at the center. The whole garment carries subtle vertical pleating and faint, shimmering threads woven throughout, which gives it this faint pearlescent sheen whenever it catches the light.

Ayumi was looking at her with a grin on her face though as she was going over it in her mind. "Then a thin band of the same cream satin borders the hem and the sleeve edges, creating clean, elegant lines against the diaphanous material. There are also small metallic accents including a delicate silver belly chain with a single dangling teardrop charm that complete the minimalist yet seductive design. The overall color palette is soft and luminous: creamy off-white, pale gold accents, and translucent layers that shift subtly between opaque and nearly invisible, depending on the light." Ayumi was working to paint a picture for the senator and it was beautiful.

"Now for Domin... THe Chancellor I am envisioning an elaborate ensemble of polished golden metalwork in an ancient, ornate style, the kind that feels like it's from some lost civilization. The halter-style top is covered in intricate swirling filigree patterns engraved across every surface, with raised scrollwork and embossed motifs running all over the structured cups and the connecting straps. Large, oval turquoise gemstones sit prominently at the center of the chest, at the throat, and along the wide decorative belt that wraps around the midriff. Matching wide armbands and wrist cuffs have the same elaborate gold detailing and smaller turquoise inlays."

She had moved around the room and looked at Dominique with a smile though. "The metal itself has this rich, warm antique-gold finish, with a subtle darker patina in the recessed areas of the carvings it gives the whole piece real depth and age. A heavy central medallion with an even larger turquoise stone hangs just below the neckline, connected by thick, sculpted golden chains that form the halter structure. Every edge is bordered with fine beading and ornamental trim, so it all comes together like regal, ceremonial armor reimagined as luxurious adornment. The dominant colors are deep, lustrous gold paired with vibrant turquoise accents that catch and reflect light dramatically." She brought her fingers up to her lips and spoke as she gave a chefs kiss to them.


"And for myself well in a breathtaking floor-length gown in shimmering silver-white with an Alderaanian elegance. The bodice has a structured sweetheart neckline edged in delicate golden thread embroidery that traces flowing vine-like patterns across the fitted torso. A high, dramatic slit runs along the left side, revealing the leg through layers of semi-sheer, sparkling fabric that cascade downward. The skirt and attached cape-like overlay are made of multiple translucent layers embedded with tiny crystalline particles that glitter like stardust. Intricate silver filigree and metallic gold accents form scrolling designs along the seams and hem."

Her grin as she modeled turning around. "A delicate jeweled headpiece with a central teardrop element and dangling chains rests atop the hairstyle, while matching long earrings and armbands continue the celestial motif. The footwear consists of strappy silver sandals with delicate crisscrossing ties and small embedded gems. The entire ensemble glows with a soft pearlescent sheen, combining pure white, luminous silver, and subtle warm gold highlights to create an ethereal, otherworldly appearance perfect for a vision of Alderaaniaan, Chandrillian and Nubian royalty. Which we should totally invite Liana Organa Liana Organa for this. Cheer her up or at least distract her."

Ayumi was looking at her as she turned to the two of them though with her grin wide. She looked at Verity who likely was working to compose herself. "Now don't give me that look Senator Stuyveris, think of this as prudent planning, you don't need to build anything with me. I honestly aagree with ninety eight percent of what you want. The few times I will speak and counter you is less to oppose or strike down then it will be so you can strengthen your position and get otherrs to side with you. Specifically by leveraging the feelings of Senator Lex or the Magister who dislike me almost personally it seems or Denon for being one of the economic hubs of the galaxy."

She said it with a raised eyebrow almost wanting Verity to prove her wrong that if she acted opposed to something the others didn't jump to try and go against her. "It might not seem the couth or respectable thing to do but I accept that you can use me in this way to get more support for your bills." She said it but was looking at her as she held for a moment. "Now to the next stage of the plan after we have out outfits. Muyoda's, you wanted a menu and lucky for you I once knew a girl who worked at one. pretty little thing, chest the size of the twin moons of endor and a waist you could just grip but between our talks she asked me to help her practice the menu."

She said it and well reciting a menu boiled down to almost the same as when Melanie Sato Melanie Sato wrote her a speech. SHe had to learn it, recite it and know it even if half way through she might take a moment and do her own thing... with a rebel yell. "The signature item on the glowing holomenu at McYodas was the Bantha Big Mac, constructed with two precisely cut quarter-pound bantha beef patties that underwent a high-heat searing process on flat-top grills calibrated to exact temperatures for consistent caramelization of the exterior while maintaining even internal doneness. Each patty displayed a uniform dark brown sear line along the edges with subtle grill marks etched across the surface."

She looked at her as she was using it to move around but also gesture with her hands as she had helped the girl practice. "Between the patties rested a layer of special sauce in a pale orange hue, accompanied by finely shredded crisp green lettuce, two slices of processed yellow cheese with smooth melted edges, thin rings of rehydrated white onions, and three circular green pickle slices arranged in a symmetrical triangle pattern. The entire assembly was housed between three sesame-seeded buns in a warm golden-tan color, with the middle bun acting as a structural divider to separate the two meat layers. The bun surfaces showed a light toasting pattern with scattered black and white sesame seeds evenly distributed for visual contrast."

"Side portions included a generous serving of bantha fries cut into long, thin rectangular strips from fresh bantha tubers, twice-fried in refined nerf fat until they achieved a uniform golden-yellow exterior with a slightly rough texture from the starch expansion during the frying cycle." She gave her a better look though. "Another prominent offering was the Quarter Pounder with Cheese, featuring a single larger bantha beef patty measuring exactly one quarter pound before cooking, shaped into a perfectly circular form and grilled using a precise press method that created faint crosshatch searing lines across the top surface." Her eyes glinted as she wasn't in the home stretch but oh the memories of helping remember all of it.

"The patty exhibited a rich mahogany-brown coloration with darker charred edges from the high-temperature cooking process. Layered atop the patty were two full slices of bright yellow cheese that draped slightly over the sides after melting under controlled heat lamps. Additional components included a spread of red ketchup in a thin even layer, a swirl of yellow mustard, a scattering of diced white onions rehydrated to maintain consistent size and opacity, and two thick-cut green pickle slices positioned near the center." She was checking on a whole lot more though as the menu options were intense, the delicious designs and the selection of managers who wanted to do things.

"This combination was enclosed within a standard sesame-seeded bun of light tan coloring with a softly rounded dome shape and scattered sesame seeds along the crown. Accompanying the item were standard bantha fries, cut from the same tuber variety into medium-thick rectangular strips and fried in batches to develop a consistent golden exterior with visible fine salt crystals adhering to the surface after the final seasoning stage." A small moment though and she would have to work on a few things. "That is only a portion, wait for the good stuff." Ayumi said it as she continued and she wasn't wasting her time but she was also working on formulating and letting the information and plan she had given to Verity a chance to settle.

"The McYodas porg nuggets presented as bite-sized pieces formed from finely minced nuna breast meat that was shaped into various geometric forms including rounded rectangles, bells, and boot-like silhouettes before being coated in a seasoned batter mixture. Each nugget underwent a two-stage frying process in hot oil calibrated for even heat distribution, resulting in a uniform pale golden-brown breading with a lightly textured surface from the breading adhesion. The nuggets were arranged in standard counts of four, six, ten, or twenty pieces per serving container, with the packaging displaying the iconic McYodas logo in bright yellow and green lettering against a black background." Ayumi's smiled widened.

"Dipping sauces were offered in small sealed packets featuring vibrant color coding: deep red for the tangy barbecue variant made with fermented muja fruit concentrate, creamy white for the ranch-style emulsion with visible herb specks, and bright orange for the sweet-and-sour blend containing small suspended particles. The accompanying fries maintained the same cut and double-fry preparation as other menu items, appearing as long golden strips with uniform thickness and a light dusting of crystalline seasoning visible across their surfaces." Her memories went back to those long nights helping and Upcity had used the Mcyoda's for something to feed the tourists quickly.

"Featured as a bolder alternative was the McCrispy Nuna Sandwich, built around a whole nuna breast fillet that was pounded to uniform thickness, marinated briefly, then coated in a spiced flour mixture before deep-frying in a dedicated station to achieve an even golden-brown crust with visible crisp ridges and texture variations across the surface. The cooked fillet was placed on a bottom bun of slightly darker tan coloring with a subtle seeded edge, then layered with a single slice of yellow cheese, several rings of rehydrated white onions, and crisp green lettuce leaves torn into manageable segments. A smooth white mayonnaise-based sauce was applied in a controlled swirl pattern across the top bun interior before assembly."

She was checking on more when she wanted to elaborate more or come up with moments of the plan that Verity could use better. Dominique would indulge her to a point but she had to maintain mostly her neutral look and not have bias. Even towards her homeworld "The complete sandwich was wrapped in branded foil packaging with holographic McYodas branding that shifted colors under different lighting angles. The standard side fries continued the menu theme with their rectangular cut from bantha tubers, double-fried process, and consistent golden coloration, often served in red-and-yellow striped containers that matched the restaurant's overall visual identity."

Ayumi waited a moment for it but she knew that Verity was likely overwhelmed so she would add a little to her for it. "As to accountability there is a few things that could be done but not everyone likes their records being public knowledge. I prefer it, scandal is really hard to get pinned on you if you openly tell everyone what you plan to do. At least that is what I have found works. The other part is gumption where you aren't going to let a small setback or minor thing get to you. Brush it off, buy something pretty or get it custom designed to make everyone look at you and the senator who ruined your day see if they have a sister or better mother who is single."

Ayumi left her advice though sit as she spoke. "Continuing our journey as you requested though to have all of the knowledge. The dessert options on the McYodas menu included the starfruit Pie turnover, constructed from thin sheets of flaky pastry dough folded around a filling of diced green and red starfruit pieces suspended in a thickened sauce with visible cinnamon specks. Each turnover was formed into a rectangular pocket shape, sealed along the edges with a crimped pattern, and baked until the exterior pastry reached a deep golden-brown hue with subtle sheen from an egg wash application prior to baking. A light dusting of powdered sugar in fine white particles covered the top surface after cooling."

Her grin aas she loved dessert in most cases. "Another sweet selection was the Chocolate Sundae, presented in a tall clear cup with layered components: a base of soft-serve frozen dessert in off-white coloring, a generous swirl of dark brown chocolate syrup that created visible streaks along the interior walls, and a final topping of multicolored sprinkles in red, yellow, and blue cylindrical shapes. The McYodas fries remained a constant side offering across all combinations, their preparation involving precise cutting into uniform strips followed by the signature double-fry technique in temperature-controlled oil for optimal color and structural integrity." A better look at a few things when she spoke.

"The limited-time offerings sometimes appeared under the promotional Special banner, such as the Bantha Deluxe Quarter Pounder, which expanded the standard version with additional layers of melted yellow cheese, extra diced onions, thicker pickle slices, and an upgraded sauce in a deeper orange shade applied more generously. The primary bantha patty maintained the quarter-pound cut and searing process but received additional seasoning visible as fine dark specks across the grilled surface. All items were designed for quick assembly lines with standardized cooking stations that ensured every bantha patty, nuna fillet, and batch of fries met identical visual specifications in color, cut precision, and fry coloration."

Ayumi was checking on a few things though but the specials were well they were unsurprisingly special in some cases as she had been able to check on more of them. "The overall menu presentation used bright yellow, red, and green holographic displays with animated icons showing the sequential cooking steps: patty formation, searing grill marks, frying immersion, and final assembly order." A better look though as she debated a few other parts of the menu but she had gone over mentally the checklist and or damn she totally forgot the drinks. Ayumi was thinking about it as she recalled the ways tod escribe it so that the worker had been able to get her promotion from all of their hard work and presentation.

"Of course one cannot forget the McYodas drink menu opened with the Classic Bantha Cola, a deep caramel-brown carbonated beverage served in tall transparent cups with vertical ridges for grip and the glowing yellow McYodas logo printed on the side. The liquid displayed a consistent dark amber hue with visible streams of fine bubbles rising steadily from the bottom after the addition of crushed ice cubes in irregular translucent shapes. A thin layer of white foam formed at the surface, dissipating slowly into a light beige ring along the inner rim of the cup." Her smile when she still walked around with a back and forth motion, hands moving with precision to describe it so that there was an element of showmanship.

"The beverage was prepared by precise dispensing from pressurized syrup tanks mixed with filtered carbonated water in a calibrated ratio that maintained uniform color and fizz levels across every serving. Accompanying each cup was a clear plastic lid with a small central opening and a long, straight red-and-white striped straw inserted at a slight angle. For variations, the menu offered the Bantha Cola Light in a slightly paler brown shade achieved through modified sweetener formulation, and the Cherry Bantha Cola variant with added red syrup that created swirling pinkish-red gradients when first poured before blending into a uniform deep rose-brown color."

Ayumi held a finger up though with a grin. "A prominent featured item was the Blue Milk Shake, presented in extra-large clear cups with a thick, opaque sky-blue liquid that maintained a smooth, uniform coloration throughout. The shake was prepared by blending frozen blue milk base with precise portions of vanilla-flavored syrup and ice in high-speed machines that produced a consistent thick texture visible through the cup walls. A generous swirl of white whipped topping was dispensed from an automated nozzle in a tall, peaked spiral pattern that rose several centimeters above the rim, dusted lightly with fine blue sugar crystals that adhered to the surface." She grinned as the shakes were some of the best.

"The cup exterior featured holographic labels showing animated pouring sequences of the blue milk base. Smaller versions appeared as the Blue Milk Junior in medium cups with proportionally scaled whipped topping and sugar dusting. The menu also listed the Chocolate Blue Milk variant, where dark brown chocolate syrup was layered first along the interior walls before the blue milk base was added, creating visible vertical streaks of deep brown against the dominant sky-blue field that slowly blended into marbled patterns during mixing." She said it and gave a nod. "A personal favorite mind, there is just something about it." The grin remained but she had plenty to continue. Verity had wanted to know.

"The McYodas Orange Drink stood out with its vibrant, translucent bright orange coloration achieved through concentrated citrus-derived syrup mixed with filtered water in automated dispensers calibrated for exact sweetness and color intensity. Each serving was poured over a full cup of crushed ice, causing the liquid to cascade around the irregular ice pieces and create shifting light-refraction patterns through the transparent cup. The beverage maintained a steady, uniform orange hue without separation, with small air bubbles visible along the sides after carbonation was introduced in select batches." THe looked she presented was one of understanding though as she continued forward into the near homestretch.

"A bright yellow lemon-shaped plastic garnish was clipped to the rim of the cup for visual accent, paired with the standard red-and-white striped straw. The menu included a larger Mega Orange size in oversized cups with double the volume and additional ice, as well as the Orange Freeze variation prepared by blending the orange syrup base with soft-serve frozen dessert in a dedicated station, resulting in a thicker, lighter orange mixture with visible creamy swirls distributed throughout the cup." She said it and moved her fingers to show but she was moving with it as her fashionable wedged heel left the distinctive A shaped imprint in the carpet.

"Another signature offering was the Atrisian Tea Cooler, featuring a pale translucent green liquid with subtle yellow undertones, prepared by steeping dried leaf blends in hot water before rapid chilling and mixing with precise amounts of simple syrup for balanced coloration. The cooler was served over cubed ice in clear cups that allowed the light green shade to appear consistent from top to bottom, with faint particulate matter from the tea leaves suspended visibly within the liquid. A thin slice of dehydrated citrus in a muted yellow tone floated near the surface, adding a small contrasting element against the green field. The cup displayed printed green-and-yellow McYodas branding along the side."

She checked on many parts but the flavored teas were delicious as well she wouldn't lie and she often had Rojuhr Pouihl Rojuhr Pouihl have to clear for security checks the ones bringing enough for the office. "Limited variations included the Mango Atrisian tea Cooler, where yellow-orange mango syrup was added to create soft gradient transitions from pale green at the bottom to warmer golden tones near the top, and the Berry Atrisian tea variant with added deep purple-red syrup that produced subtle swirling color layers before full integration." Ayumi stayed there when she was looking at it but she was keen to make sure Verity had all of the information to make an informed decision.

"The dessert drink section highlighted the McYodas Chocolate Shake, mixed in dedicated machines from chocolate-flavored soft-serve base combined with dark brown chocolate syrup to achieve a rich, uniform deep brown coloration that appeared nearly opaque through the clear serving cups. Each shake was topped with a tall swirl of white whipped topping applied in a controlled spiral pattern, finished with a scattering of multicolored cylindrical sprinkles in red, yellow, blue, and green that adhered to the whipped surface. The cup featured bold brown and yellow labeling with animated icons depicting the blending and topping process."

Ayumi was looking but her voice came out for those captivated by her filibuster that could do this and she had shown she had the stamina in the senate chamber when she needed it. "A smaller Junior Chocolate Shake version maintained the same color profile and topping ratio in reduced proportions. The menu also offered the Strawberry Shake in a vivid pink-red hue created by blending strawberry syrup into the soft-serve base, topped with identical white whipped spirals and sprinkles, creating strong visual contrast between the bright pink liquid and the pure white topping layer." A grin staying there while her voice wasn't faltering.

"Seasonal and limited-time drink specials appeared under the promotional Edition banner, such as the Hyperdrive Fizz, a layered carbonated beverage with three distinct horizontal color bands: a bottom layer of deep blue syrup, a middle band of vibrant green, and a top layer of bright yellow, each poured sequentially over ice to minimize mixing while maintaining sharp visual separation between the colored sections. The drink was served in tall cups with clear straws that allowed sipping through all layers." Interest would be there and like a few food items they might not be able to get all of them but there was always a chance for the good stuff.

"Another special was the Nebula Blast, prepared by combining glowing neon-green base liquid with swirling purple and pink syrups added in thin streams that created abstract marbled patterns visible through the cup walls before gentle stirring blended them into softer gradient effects. All McYodas drinks were designed with standardized dispensing systems that ensured consistent coloration, ice ratios, and visual presentation across every location in the galaxy." She said it as she finished with the drinks and there was still more... there was always more she thankfully she had covered drinks, lunch, specials, desserts and... oh wait a minute she realized in her thoughts.

"We are almost in the home stretch but I want you to be able to make the most informed decision and I know you love your details and information. So I am going for complete and total." She looked over at Dominique standing there and likely regretting maybe letting her be able to continue but a small look when she approached the desk and offered a nod. "And Chancellor the Republic is one thing but never discount this dynamic body, the only one whom I could go to a fashion show with and the models were well the second best sight to behold. Better the one who gave the chance to unleash upon Denon all of the technological advances I funded to get district Nineteen back up."

That was enough personal dumping as much as her and Dominique worked together, getting her to drop her guard was a task when they were alone... with two other people here.. and she counted the Denon undercity secretary because you discounted her at your own peril. Ayumi looked towards the door she was likely able to see and feel the presence of them on the other side with a small wave. Herr attention going back to Verity. "The McYodas breakfast menu opened with the Bantha Sausage muffin, featuring a round Nubian-style muffin in a pale golden-tan color with a lightly toasted surface showing even browning along the split edges."

She held a finger up so that Verity would be able to better picturre it. "At the center rested a single bantha sausage patty formed from finely ground meat shaped into a perfectly circular disc and cooked on a flat griddle until it achieved a uniform medium-brown coloration with subtle darker sear marks along the perimeter. A single slice of bright yellow processed cheese was placed directly on the hot patty, allowing the edges to soften and drape slightly over the sides under controlled heat. The assembly was completed with a folded square of pale yellow scrambled egg mixture that had been cooked on the same griddle in thin layers to create a flat, even sheet with consistent texture and light golden flecks across the surface."

She was articulating with her fingers to the full effect and offering much much more of a smile on her face. "The entire sandwich was wrapped in branded paper displaying the yellow and green McYodas logo with holographic breakfast icons. Accompanying sides included a portion of golden hash browns formed from shredded bantha tubers pressed into rectangular patties and deep-fried in batches until they reached a crisp, uniform deep golden-brown exterior with visible shredded strands along the edges." With a small intake of air to fill her lungs while she was there with the smallest hint of her scar on her lip showing. The tattoo visible all black and red when she turned around and the scar along her spine she didn't hide.

"A signature item was the McYodas Breakfast Burrito, constructed from a large, soft flour tortilla in off-white coloring with faint brown speckles from the cooking process on a hot press grill. The tortilla was filled with a mixture of scrambled egg sheets in pale yellow tones, diced bantha sausage pieces that displayed a reddish-brown cooked exterior with visible seasoning specks, and small cubes of golden-brown fried potatoes cut into precise quarter-inch dice before being fried to develop even coloration. Shredded bright yellow cheese was distributed throughout the filling in thin strands that melted slightly from residual heat during assembly."

She continued to work on it with her hands and fingers while she walked around gesturing in tight controlled movements. "The burrito was rolled into a tight cylindrical shape with folded ends to contain the contents, then wrapped in foil printed with animated McYodas breakfast sequences showing the sequential folding and grilling steps. A smaller Breakfast Burrito Junior version maintained the same internal color contrasts and proportions in a reduced size, while a spicier variant added visible red flecks of rehydrated chili pieces distributed evenly through the egg and sausage mixture." A smaller intake but this was the home stretch and then she expected them to agree to what she was planning.

"The Egg muffin variation featured the same pale golden-tan Nubian muffin base with toasted edges, layered with a round poached-style egg patty cooked in circular molds to achieve a perfectly flat, circular shape with a smooth pale yellow surface and subtle white edges. A single slice of bright yellow cheese rested atop the egg, its edges softened from the assembly line heat lamps. A round bantha sausage patty, grilled to a consistent medium-brown color with defined sear lines, formed the protein layer beneath the egg. The complete sandwich was presented in a cardboard clamshell container printed with the McYodas breakfast branding in bright yellow lettering against a green background."

There we go, she had more of it as she had done it out of place but that was fine... she wasn't trying for a promotion... though she was promoting and hyping it all up. "Side options consistently included the hash brown patty described across the menu, prepared from compressed shredded tubers fried to a deep golden-brown with a uniform rectangular shape and slightly irregular edge texture from the frying process. The menu also listed a Bacon, Egg & Cheese version where thin strips of bantha bacon, cooked until they reached a dark reddish-brown crisp with visible fat rendering lines, replaced the sausage patty while maintaining identical egg and cheese layering." The grin and intake for a brief moment.

"Featured as a sweeter breakfast option was the Hotcakes platter, consisting of three circular hotcakes in a uniform light golden-brown color, each approximately six inches in diameter with a smooth, slightly porous surface from the griddle cooking process that created faint circular browning patterns near the edges. The hotcakes were stacked with precise alignment, separated by thin layers of melted yellow butter that created subtle sheen lines between each layer. A portion of golden-brown syrup in a translucent amber hue was packaged separately in a small sealed container for controlled pouring." Oh yeah it was being good and done now almost.

"Accompanying the hotcakes were two round bantha sausage patties grilled to the same medium-brown coloration with perimeter sear marks as seen in other breakfast items. A side of scrambled egg mixture in pale yellow with light golden flecks was included, cooked flat and then portioned into neat segments. The entire platter was arranged on a disposable tray with divided compartments and printed McYodas breakfast imagery showing the sequential griddle preparation of the hotcakes and patties." Her hands moved but she had gone around many of the areas in the office to keep the attention on her using the smallest measures of what they did.

"The McYodas Breakfast Sandwich with Biscuit utilized a flaky biscuit in a warm off-white to light golden color with layered horizontal striations visible along the split sides from the laminated dough preparation and baking process. Inside rested a folded pale yellow scrambled egg sheet with even cooking coloration, a slice of bright yellow cheese with softened edges, and a choice of protein including the standard bantha sausage patty in medium-brown with sear lines or the darker reddish-brown bantha bacon strips. The biscuit exterior displayed a lightly browned top surface with subtle rise patterns from the baking cycle." Checking it as she had only been explaining for a little time but she was also trying to offer insights into Verity's ideas.

"This sandwich was wrapped in paper featuring the McYodas logo and animated icons depicting the biscuit splitting and layering sequence. Standard sides continued with the golden hash brown patties, formed from shredded tubers and fried to a consistent deep golden-brown exterior. A limited promotional Edition breakfast item expanded the biscuit sandwich with additional cheese layers and visible red pepper flakes distributed across the egg surface for color contrast against the pale yellow base." She said it and hopefully that had been a good amount of time that Verrity would be able to think about what they were talking about and the plans.

"Additional breakfast beverages integrated with the food menu included the McYodas Breakfast Blend caf, served in tall cups with a deep rich brown liquid poured over minimal ice or served hot, displaying a uniform dark mahogany coloration with a thin lighter foam layer at the surface when prepared with added creamer. The caf was dispensed from automated brewers calibrated for consistent strength and color. A lighter version appeared as the Breakfast Blend Light in a slightly paler brown shade." The memories were fresh of them all being young as she had started this... nearly fifteen minutes of speaking about a menu but it was worth it in her opinion as it served the ultimate purpose.

"The menu also featured the Blue Milk Latte, combining the signature sky-blue milk base with espresso shots to create a layered appearance of deep brown at the bottom transitioning upward into lighter blue tones with visible marbling before gentle mixing. All breakfast items were designed with standardized cooking stations ensuring uniform patty browning, egg coloration, frying consistency for hash browns, and precise assembly visuals across every McYodas location in the galaxy. Which is one of the most important aspects, they are the same all over so you can trust their quality control and planning no matter where you go be it Denon, Coruscant or Naboo."

With more of a look at them she indicated she was finished reciting the menu but she had a plan still that they were working on and would have things to do. "That is the menu explained hopefully to give you an idea Senator. So once we go there and get some food we can hit up the clab... we'll haave the outfits, full stomachs, have gotten to see the enjoyment of the server when she gets her big tip and I can get her number. Maybe convince her to take a ten while they aare making the food for a little preview of what I'll let her enjoy." She said it and gave a nod. She had many more plans that she would be able to iomplement if she had to but the best way was to make sure they had the itinerary laid out for them.

"Then we got ot the club and I flirt with one or both of you on the dance floor and you might not be an outdoor girl but you can be an indoorrr dance girl even if it has to be some Naboo line dance." It was casual, inviting and completely without the salacious impact more she would be genuine in doing it to show them she was serious. "Also maybe the bartender if she is cute though usually when I go there at night it is a different one so it will be a surprise for me as well." She waas all for it with a smile on her face that formed wider and wider like a cheshire cat before returning to her seat and crossing one leg over the other... arms on the rests.
 

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Dominique smiled, but remain silent regarding what clubs might be open at this hour. While it was true almost any Director knew of a high-end club open to service special needs -- especially for guests' entertainment -- she knew better than most. Sibylla knew why, but that was as far as that truth had come out.

"Senator, no offense was intended in what transpired. The language in the Bill, however, suggested certain authorities would unilaterally belong to the Senate over Executive operations. As it is your duty to ensure I do not stray too far, it is equally my own to keep the special interests from needlessly hampering our ability to function."

There was a pause as she weighed the woman before her. "I have high hopes all our members can see the value in what we do. That they aspire to the unity I spend so much time championing in my speeches. However," a shorter pause this time for effect, "there are those that are presently inclined to listen to other interests. Those, I must ensure do not claw ever more authority and control into their grasp or this Republic will become a hollow shell of its ideals."

"That said, I completely understand your desire to ensure that the next Chancellor -- whatever their intentions -- not have the power to sideline, bypass, or remove the Senate from its place as the Voice of the People. A body that ensures their needs do not go unheard."
Not that she would promise she wouldn't try claiming certain privileges to keep the gears of the Republic lubricated, but she understood boundaries existed for a reason. So long as the other party was invested in seeing the right thing done for the Republic, Dominique would have no reason to buck their oversight.

Then Ayumi launched into quite the recounting of McYoda's menu. If it wasn't for the calculated 'interruptions' to address matters and feign the end to the recitation, Dominique would have cut the Senator off early on.

"Your memory is beyond reproach," Dominique added once she'd actually finished. "I would only suggest, if others require such information, that you might pick the top five items of interest. Most do not have quite as detailed memory recall." Her own included. Memorizing a menu was not something Dominique was inclined toward. The glareshades had a wealth of information available with a gesture, however, when it became necessary.

"Fashion is something we should discuss at length. I'm certain Verity would find that quite unlike any other experience." Better than frequenting a more risque club at any rate. Not that Dominique would mind. Ayumi was free to invite her to such a place -- they had discrete entrances -- if she wanted to have a social call.

Her attention turned back to Verity then. "It should be a 'team' effort. Reforming the bedrock legal document of this Republic is one of the most serious acts to be contemplated. Sibylla and Aurelian have always been stalwart proponents of this Republic. Senator Sarn as well. And it goes without saying I'd include both of you as well."

"I would contemplate inviting Ravion at some point,"
Dominique paused with a faint smile, "but given circumstances perhaps we would engage his feedback just before bringing it to the attention of the Chamber." As much as some had a habit of dropping critical matters in the Senate without prior discussion, Dominique felt there were absolutely some things that should be discussed before hand. No need to have Ravion hostile because he felt excluded from something so momentous.

"I would also consider inviting a member of the Jedi Order to attend. While they have no interest in being a part of the formal government, they are a critical resource and are wisely cognizant that they may not be politicians, but that does not allow them to escape the notice of politicians."


 


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Verity offered the Chancellor a polite smile. "It's just as well that no offense was intended," Verity said pleasantly. "Because none was taken. But it is best to be up front and establish what is possible, no?" She dutifully took down the suggestions proffered by the Chancellor -- stylus hesitating briefly over the name of Ravion Corvalis Ravion Corvalis before, with a tightly controlled discipline that kept her face just about impassive, she jotted it with the others. "Consider it all taken under advisement, Chancellor."

Verity glanced at Ayumi and then cocked her head toward her fellow Senator. "At any rate, do you think we ought to put Pallopides out of her misery? I believe she'll think she's been brought here under false pretenses if all we do is talk shop."

She tucked her datapad and stylus back into her handbag and looked over at Ayumi. "What do you suggest, considering the hour, Ayumi?"


 
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Ayumi looked at Verity as the woman spoke and she raised an eyebrow. "False pretenses?" She looked at Dominique. "I am not sure if I fully understand but ehhh senate talk as fun as it is will only go so far. All you can do is coordinate and try to plan but it all comes down to others whims." She said it but had her plans ready while she looked at Verity. Then she turned to Dominique with the mention of the jedi order. "I regret that I do not know any of these jedi. THe old ones were interesting enough but most liked flirting with sith or dark jedi." She spoke with a grin as she had seen it. "Though we'll just have to go and have a little fun." She rose out of the seat and moved over so that she could look at Dominique with a nod. "WHat though Chancellor do you want to do? I want day club."
 

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