Tmoxin Temi
Blood Monarch
There was no reason Tmoxin shouldn’t have been a part of this discussion. With a large stake in Kaminoan Klones she stood everything to gain, especially lucrative interplanetary deals from fat Confederacy pockets.
But she’d avoided it for various reasons. One, the redhead was in a funk after her dealings with the Hapan Queen. Yes, she’d re-instated the Heritage Council, but under her sister’s tepid leadership she doubted it would become of anything. Okay, so there wasn’t a two. There was just that one thing that, that failure of opportunity that nagged at her and caused her to push everyone away. Including the Viceroyal of Siskeen, [member="Derek Dib"] who had become more than her best friend over the last year. And she had isolated him to her own chagrin and longing.
So with some nervousness - muted by downing a glass of Smuggler's Red on the Sovereign Stingray beforehand - the redhead Jedi entered the boardroom where all of the other Viceroyals gathered. There were booths this time, which seemed to her to be a tad impersonal, but Tmoxin made her way into one and placed a set of white headphones to her delicate Hapan ears.
Pressing a button, she replayed [member="Adron Malvern"]’s speech first. His eloquence moved her - which was somewhat difficult to do in her jaded and troubled state - but there it was. Tmoxin agreed. And then she heard Derek’s voice, and as persuasive as it was and as much as she wanted to concede, she could not. But it still gave her a jagged shiver to hear him right there, his baritone as if he were whispering right into her ear. Yes, he did have a stubborn streak. She remembered that both physically and philosophically.
Finally she found a moment to speak and it came after [member="Antoine Rhys"] made his bid for perfect men and women.
“Viceroyal of Lok taking the floor,” she intoned into the microphone with just a trace of her clipped Hapan accent. “Surely there are limits which can be enforced. While I agree with Mr. Malvern and Mr. Rhys on a whole, I think Viceroy Dib has some important points which must be taken into account. How far can we go with cloning? What is the end goal?"
No wavering, Tmoxin. This affects your livelihood, your company and your future.
“I support clone armies with limits. I concede the floor to our other esteemed Viceroyals."
But she’d avoided it for various reasons. One, the redhead was in a funk after her dealings with the Hapan Queen. Yes, she’d re-instated the Heritage Council, but under her sister’s tepid leadership she doubted it would become of anything. Okay, so there wasn’t a two. There was just that one thing that, that failure of opportunity that nagged at her and caused her to push everyone away. Including the Viceroyal of Siskeen, [member="Derek Dib"] who had become more than her best friend over the last year. And she had isolated him to her own chagrin and longing.
So with some nervousness - muted by downing a glass of Smuggler's Red on the Sovereign Stingray beforehand - the redhead Jedi entered the boardroom where all of the other Viceroyals gathered. There were booths this time, which seemed to her to be a tad impersonal, but Tmoxin made her way into one and placed a set of white headphones to her delicate Hapan ears.
Pressing a button, she replayed [member="Adron Malvern"]’s speech first. His eloquence moved her - which was somewhat difficult to do in her jaded and troubled state - but there it was. Tmoxin agreed. And then she heard Derek’s voice, and as persuasive as it was and as much as she wanted to concede, she could not. But it still gave her a jagged shiver to hear him right there, his baritone as if he were whispering right into her ear. Yes, he did have a stubborn streak. She remembered that both physically and philosophically.
Finally she found a moment to speak and it came after [member="Antoine Rhys"] made his bid for perfect men and women.
“Viceroyal of Lok taking the floor,” she intoned into the microphone with just a trace of her clipped Hapan accent. “Surely there are limits which can be enforced. While I agree with Mr. Malvern and Mr. Rhys on a whole, I think Viceroy Dib has some important points which must be taken into account. How far can we go with cloning? What is the end goal?"
No wavering, Tmoxin. This affects your livelihood, your company and your future.
“I support clone armies with limits. I concede the floor to our other esteemed Viceroyals."