Dominion Toxicity | Occupation of Bescane | New Imperial Order

[NISCOM]

T H I R D _ I M P E R I A L _ C I V I L _ W A R

BESCANE.
T O X I C I T Y

Bescane. A near-ecumenopolis on the waning edges of Sith-Imperial territory. Dense and gritty cityscapes alive with holoprojections and fluorescent lights stretch as far as the eye can observe. Even after years under the tightened grip of the Eye of Soloman, Bescane is still plagued by hyperactive and violent political groups that constantly vie for control of the world. The New Order will bring peace and stability to these petty squabbles as we continue our campaign against the Sith Throne.

Objective I // Operation: Deer Dance​

GREEN PACT.
D E E R _ D A N C E

While the rapid and widespread industrialization of Bescane has brought its people many great things; not everyone is enthused about the destruction of it’s natural flora and fauna. A radical group of eco-terrorists known as the Green Pact has wreaked havoc on Bescane for decades. They are a well known menace, so much that their very color holds a stigma among Bescanian people. This group is a blemish on the face of Bescane’s prosperity that must be quelled.

The Green Pact has recovered Yuuzhan Vong technology from a failed occupation that had taken place centuries ago. Using it, they have engineered highly-destructive bio-explosives that cause rapid growth of flora in their wake. Homes, businesses, and livelihoods are being destroyed, and people are dying. Cloned remnants of Bescanes most hostile wildlife have been released into these urban jungles to solidify nature's hold upon these dilapidated structures.

A special task force organized by Legion Commander Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt has been assembled to infiltrate the heart of this verdant cancer. The highest command echelons of the Green Pact are to be captured or eliminated. Any remaining cache of the modified bio-explosives are to be retrieved for study and sprawl-neutralization efforts.

Kill the head, and the body will die.

Objective II // Operation: Aerials​

DEATH RACE.
A E R I A L S

In the higher canopy of Galentro Heavy Works’ largest industrial district, several organizations take part in a barbaric blood-sport. On a haphazardly determined circuit, modified and weaponized airspeeders race at breakneck speeds. Corporations, Crime Syndicates, Workers Unions, and Street Gangs all race and assault each other with a total disregard for what's around them.

Facilities and civilian workers are all at risk of being injured by stray projectiles and crashing speeders. Such a disorderly display is unacceptable, and puts lives and assets at unnecessary risk. To make matters worse, some participants are going out of their way to damage and sabotage GHW property. Minimize collateral and casualties and put this race to an end. Force is authorized during your pursuit.

Objective III // Prison Song ​

FREEDOM.
P R I S O N _ S O N G

Aboard the Epitaph II, far beyond the stratosphere of Bescane, Grand Vizier Tyrell Paxxus has called a special session of the Imperial Assembly. In the absence of the Sovereign Imperator Irveric Tavlar , Paxxus stands-in as the head of the table with Rurik Fel taking Paxxus’ usual place as session mediator.

The Vizier asserts that slavery is a repugnant holdover from the iron grip of the Sith-Imperial Throne. The proceeding session will determine the future of forced servitude within the new order. Argue for or against and be prepared to make your case convincing. The decision made here will echo eternally through history.

BYOO
Whatever gets you to post, chief. ​

 

[Caligo]

C A L I G O
MOFF OF DIAB, IMPERIAL ASSEMBLY
SWAN SONG OF FREEDOM​

The Moff of Diab was called into session as apart of the Imperial Assembly to discuss the matter of slavery. To be fair, Caligo cared little about the happenings and subterfuge of the facade of governance when he knew that the Imperator's might could easily squash any squabbling among the gawking politicians and resume complete, totalitarian control at any time. But in the name of efficiency, meritocratic rewards, and little interest in the Imperator's desire to micromanage each and every planet, the system of Moffhood was established and the Imperial Assembly was founded.

And like the Imperator and all other military hardliners like Caligo, how the Assembly voted one way or another was inconsequential as long as the lion's share of any government spending was for the military. However, in order to maintain this, Caligo and the other military-minded Moffs needed to strategically vote for and against each and every ordinance of the Assembly in order to maximize the Assembly's allocation to military funding.

So, despite rather being stuck on his forsaken rock of Diab 6 to maintain the utmost vigilance in ensuring the worst the New Order had imprisoned remained locked away in the cellar away forever until they expired, Caligo flew to Bescane at the last possible moment in the fastest hyperspeed shuttle he could find. Taking his seat at the far end of the table alongside his like-minded militarists, away from those who rather gab and beguile rather than bloody their fists and sacrifice their flesh for another inch of soil for the New Imperial war marchine.

As he sat down, he sent a short message to all other Moffs that would be involved in the key decision in deciding for or against security.

"I will vote for whichever side that promises to contribute at least one hundred million credits toward fortifying Diab. Any neutral Moffs that desire to create a voting bloc to dictate or negotiate any additional terms can contact me directly."

The Imperial Assembly:
Head: Tyrell Paxxus
Mediator: Rurik Fel

Abolitionists: --
Slavers: --
Military Bloc: Caligo
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[Rurik Fel]

// PARABOL //: Imperial Knight Commander
// OBJECTIVE //: Prison Song
// FOCUS //: Tyrell Paxxus | Caligo

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Politics. A horrible machination of power and those who sought to wield it. It was perplexing that he was placed in this position, to see it managed so closely while baring the mark that Tyrell Paxxus usually did while he took up the mantle of Sovereign Imperator. He had to wonder too why exactly Irveric Tavlar chose not to be present. What he was told was his presence on Bescane now that it had been forcefully occupied by the New Imperial Order was under a fully personal manner.

Wasn't his business. What was his business, was now the meeting of the Moffs.

Luckily enough, he spared the reprieve of speaking all too much, here only to listen and mediate. To be another set of eyes on behalf of the Order.

 

[Lucien Dooku]

// On board the Epitaph II // Bescane // Imperial Assembly //
THE NEXT SCREEN ​

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Lucien's feelings on the matter at hand weren't a secret to those present by far. The psuedo-Warlord of the Order's capitol province had released a message that had widely circulated throughout the galaxy by that point in time, and from that alone it would be easy to guess where Luc stood on the matter at hand.

He hated slavery, to put it plainly. Serenno was not the bastion of personal liberty that it been in the centuries prior to the upheaval and corruption that followed the dark age brought about by the gulag plague and the rule of Sith later on. Indentured servants were in abundance for the prosperous Serennoans, a side-effect of the wealth brought upon the world after its incorporation into the Sith Empire. For all the greatness that Serenno held in history and the present, the practice of slavery that came with subjugation into the Zambrano Empire was truly one of the greatest stains to its people's legacy of independence.

One which he intended to correct, some time in the future.

But for now the topic at-hand involved the state of those in subjugation throughout the Order itself. It was baffling to think that the Order could simultaneously fight for its independence whilst letting the destitute find themselves in chains to those who would oppress them. The worlds the Order now controlled were varied though, and with each passing month it felt as if the Imperial Assembly grew louder with new voices to contribute to the conversation. The echo of their voices served to drown out any calls for himself to contribute his filter-free opinions, minus the occasional interjection by Kestus Bralor and the few others who he'd knew personally and respected.

While chilling in the cut had its benefits, Luc made a point to make his voice heard once the Grand Vizier had opened the floor up for everyone to speak. His advisor had long since quit in his attempts to reign in Luc, who in turn would give Augustus a modicum of respect as a result. The young Warlord of Nirauan was both the devil's advocate and a dissenting voice who held the people's interests at heart, no matter their wealth or usefulness to the war effort. Once again he'd let his words flow freely to his peers, walking into view with his advisor at his side.

"The institution of slavery, and its allowance to exist is nothing more than a slight to our name, and ammunition for our enemies to use against us. Letting this practice continue, informally or not, is nothing less than the admittance that we are no better than the Sith-Imperials who treat this practice as if its just business as usual. I won't agree with the practice, and even if a resolution isn't reached in favor of outlawing this practice Empire-wide, I will continue to ensure that Nirauan remains the true Bastion of what I believe the Order represents. One without slavery, in any of its forms, and without the approval of the various Moffs and Warlords gathered here today."

Rurik Fel Tyrell Paxxus Caligo​

 

[Halketh]

LOCATION //: EPITAPH II
OBJECTIVE //: PRISON SONG
accoutrement | "oh gods, was this meeting formal?"

IT WAS mere minutes before the scheduled meeting was to take place that Darth Kezec Lord Halketh arrived and found himself escorted to the room which was to house the historical discussion. Naturally, his personal escorts were left with the modest ship which had carried him here, and he proceeded along with only the most trusted leading the way. As to be expected, the Warlord of the Carlac Province had cloaked his face behind a thin layer of harsh black cloth and donned an oversized hood to match, leaving his features and head shrouded, and nothing more than void upon his shoulders. Had his arrival not been so distinctive or this fashion choice unexpected, perhaps he would have had more trouble in reaching his destination. But alas, such fun was not to be had this day.

Slavery, what an annoying subject, really. So many passionate peoples boasting the same expected opinions, opinions which Kezec felt he had heard a thousand times over. Such thoughts crossed his mind as he folded his arms loosely upon his claim of the table and turned his head, out of courtesy alone, to Lucien. Of course, where scrutiny could not be seen, it would most certainly be felt. The miraluka found himself smirking. Perhaps this meeting would be rather interesting after all. His fingers uncurled from his ribs, flashing the golden orbs he idled with, and almost immediately, their expected rotation and dance around one another were resumed.

Personally, he viewed slavery as objectionable and savage. It was an uncouth, despicable practice which he found very little benefit in. Reputation was everything in the galaxy, and the Warlord of the Carlac Province would always seek the love of his people rather than their trepidatious cooperation. Autocracies tended to last much longer that way. Provided, the financial implications were to be weighed and he forced objectivity upon himself for that consideration...

"I am already in agreement with Lord Lucien... mostly." The Vulture announced, offering a slow-drawn nod of his hooded head towards Luc, "I believe there may be financial implications worthy of potential exploration should any particular province seek a boon to better bolster the efforts as a whole, but the Carlac Province will remain a sanctuary free of such trade." Halketh extended his idling hand from the opposite ribs in gesture as he cast his eyeless gaze back upon those already sitting, "Is there anyone here who speaks for a Province which could benefit from the practice and trade as I mentioned?"

Lucien Dooku | Tyrell Paxxus | Caligo | Rurik Fel

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

O B J E C T I V E | PRISON SONG
L O C A T I O N | Epitaph II
T A G S | Lucien Dooku , Tyrell Paxxus , Caligo , Rurik Fel
T H E M E | Here.
G E A R | Here.​

She was already there before almost everyone else was. This time she made sure that her agenda was kept free before all the other fools arrived for the assembly, especially now that Irveric Tavlar was not present, but Lunafreya did felt a hinch of remorse showing up for this particular meeting after she heard Nelacar speaking about a deadly race going on somewhere else. Whenever the time and whichever the occasion, she always enjoyed the violence of such events instead of speaking to old geezers and young fools about things that even her gamorrean brutes could resolve by themselves, but unfortunately for her, the New Gods had other plans and those involved being miserable for another day.​

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And as soon as the empty room was filled by those appointed to this Assembly, Lunafreya couldn’t help but wonder about the silent figure of the Knight-Commander, filling in for Tyrell’s position as mediator in the former sessions. And as she realized that her eyes were focused for longer than she expected at the Knight-Commander, Lunafreya decided to gaze upon her fingernails, painted as melted gold.​

“I’m sure your enthusiasm towards your own principles are surely to be commended by the Sovereign One himself, Caligo.”, her lips muttered in an acid tone of pure sarcasm, the Moff was an easy creature to predict. One of those hard-liners that cared little about politics, but thrived in ruling through strength and shouting at soldiers somewhere, like many of those that occupied seats on the Assembly, others were just idealistic fools and some, like her, were just anakkonas, lurking in the shadows for the kushiban to swallow. Probably that was the very reason she was still in this Assembly, but for her, the reason she decided to join in this was due to her past doings.​

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Discussing slavery was something of great matter to her. She had no liking for slavery, all should be rewarded for their services, but, not long before she took hold of her govern in JanFathal, Lunafreya was informed of the human and Muun major population presence on the planet and decided to simply look the other way as the ships protecting the planet were ordered to retreat. Millions were taken by the Hutt Cartel, her planet was finally rid of them and her vaults were filled to the brim with millions of credits for that little arrangement, her little secret with the heads of the Hutts, who cared? In any given day, selling humans should be seen as a win-win situation before her sharp eyes. But trying to suggest that in a room filled with humans was not the course of action that she chose to take at that moment, slowly she stood up from her seat after those two spoke.​

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“I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate this Assembly for bringing such matters to our attention.” As if fighting the Sith Empire, those Bryn klarking monsters, the Confederacy, terrorists, freaks and other things weren’t more important than discussing the fates of the weak and the filth in the galaxy. “Surely if this matter was discussed more often in a table such as this, the practice would sooner have found itself extinct from the galaxy. But, unfortunately for us, it is not… I do not believe…”, she took a moment as she raised her eyebrow before proceeding with the same calm tone of voice she used when speaking in public with others that weren't her servants, almost a fluid tone, bathed in an calmness worthy of a Silver Jedi Master. “Slavery should be allowed to carry on in New Imperial Territory. That practice would bring us too much misunderstandings towards our current alliances with other major forces in the galaxy, despite the fact that would increase the obvious anti-humanism movements towards this council, however… I do believe that another resolution should be created. For we cannot be fooled by our good intentions for we are in dire need of workers, miners and other menial jobs which I do not need to quote. Production is increasing at a 'chevin’s pace, I do believe the ‘mandatory laboring’ laws should be allowed once again, especially for war prisoners captured in our dominion over the star systems ahead and behind, with the proper given rights and wagers, off course. For do not be mistaken, my lords, the population on the planets we are conquering either thank us for it or hate our guts, and the later is most likely the one to be true. Ruling properly over a population that despises you while trying to keep the economic machine running can be quite an impossible task for those that do not share the charming charisma that our peer Dooku has.”​

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If someone gave her a bucket after saying that last sentence, Lunafreya would not hesitate for a second to throw her silky hair back and pour all the fluid from her stomach into it. How low the gods shouldn't think of her to put her in that kind of situation, she almost prayed to the forces of Destiny to give her the serenity to proceed with that assembly without brushing her fingers over the lightwhip cable at her waist. Having said all she had to say, the woman sat again in her seat in silence, for there was not much to discuss about that issue in particular.​

 

[Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt]

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// Legion Commander //
// Objective // BYOO - Imperial Memorial Site
// Focus // Irveric Tavlar CLOSED
// Thematic // Long Way From home

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The ebony interior of the air speeder was stifling, the tinted windows of the enclosed vehicle reflected Lyra’s visage as she stared at the long stretch of steps just outside the doors. The Imperial Memorial was scarce, a handful of visitors climbing the steps to the concrete building the loomed several stories. Behind her, she could hear the faint buzz of the comm links from the trooper sitting at her side. The vehicle hummed gently as they waited there in silence, the escorts were taking their time but Lyra found herself far distracted to be irritated. With her hand tucked under her chin, she was spelling her punishment and atonement there in the lines of her reflection-the two golden orbs betrayed herself.

One woman had paid the price, and countless more names would go on lost-caught in the blood shed. They had failed hundreds of thousands of soldiers and she had failed her own mother.

Lyra was home, but there was no homecoming. There was no one to call upon, only a modest plaque posted in the corners of some cold hall. Her skin burned with shame still and she inhaled deeply to stave off her watery emotions. Lyra’s servo curled tight at her side, the pressure was uncomfortable as the metal threatened to creak. It had been half a standard year but the wounds were still fresh from the night she confronted the elusive Inquisitor. He had toyed with them and many more. She had warned Irveric Tavlar they would come, and they had, sitting themselves nicely her table and painting the streets with blood. They should of protected their families. With a heavy exhale, she turned to the black clad soldier just as he raised his helmet. The small whisper in the back of her mind betrayed him and she raised a thin brow, catching the sight of his screen.

“Grounds are secured ma’am, if you are ready to proceed-”

“Yes, sooner rather than later trooper,” she interrupted him. Lyra waited, her mind wandered without real direction as the trooper stepped out first; circling around to grab the door.

Two figures stepped in to view beyond the glass, the sleek doors clicked and she withdrew her hand gathering her things. She was greeted by the metallic sounds of the city surrounding the plaza. Lyra slid out from the speeder, stepping out in the midday sun. She brushed out the tail of her coat, caught in a haze before she started up the long stairwell. The white stone under boot stood out from the military greys and Nova Trooper’s paint and they marched in unison. Her escorts hovered at either side and she felt their eyes watching her.

Entering the Memorial Hall, there was the faint echo of a caretaker and mourner speaking and her boots clicked steadily as she walked down the rows upon rows of sterile halls. It wasn’t the open lawns of Nirauan with the cut granite walls of names, a thousand torches lit with individual flames for the lives lost. You either afforded a spot in the marble halls, maybe you would be lucky enough to find a place in the cement parks, but for most it was cremation. Bescane emulated the highrises and factory presses, it didn’t value death to any degree and the Imperial architecture only called for so much in these rituals.

With a modest bouquet in hand, Lyra slipped in the secluded hall. She jerked her chin once, her escorts peeling off. The walls were a red marble, soft color and there was a small fountain bubbling and the center of the room. It could of passed for a museum perhaps, holopictures flickering steadily at each plaque and Lyra walked down the rows until she reached the farthest corner of the graves. Staring the cerulean image of her mother, she clenched her jaw instinctively; her chest constricting. Lyra reached out, gently setting the flowers at the base of plaque. They had chosen one of the finer portraits, the one catching her mother in her prime; smiling.

 

[Caligo]

C A L I G O
MOFF OF DIAB, IMPERIAL ASSEMBLY
SWAN SONG OF FREEDOM​

Hearing Lucien's idealistic spiel of vomit-inducing grandeur, Caligo could not help but scoff.

"Are you seriously implying that Serenno will rebel if slavery is passed today?"

Caligo shook his head and added his personal thoughts about the true grimness of their reality.

"In the end, it doesn't matter if slavery passes or not. Our society is built on inequality. People need to be exploited unfairly to create an imbalance for the state to actually gain the resources it needs. And for the New Order, this is a fair sacrifice as we continue to fight for a meritocratic society that is far fairer and more honest than any other.

The strong and top contributors to the New Order will succeed through our meritocracy. Pretty and fancy words will do little to help those that are weak and inept. If you want to truly create the utopia you so desire, you would elevate and imbue the weakest with your resources to succeed. Instead, you grand stand on the wealth that your family handed to you, a legacy built on a sea of corpses and mass-exploitation of others."

For the first time, he felt that his absence in the Imperial Assembly was enabling this mind-numbing rhetoric to live in the New Order and that his absence from politicking was a disservice. He could no longer accept that this was the advise being given to the Imperator and could sympathize as to why he would avoid this meeting altogether.

Hearing Princess Lunafreya sarcastically comment on his personal goals, he shrugged in response. However, as he listened to what others had to say on the matter of slavery, he could not help but agree with the Princess.

"The New Imperial Order is in a do-or-die situation in its war against the Sith Empire and has no resources to spare to the restructuring and expansion of Diab. As the number of prisoners of war grows, Diab's resources and infrastructure as a penal system is far too insufficient, especially with the growing number of captured Sith who require special treatment.

But I agree with you Princess.

Our enemies are ruthless, both in their governance and their opposition, and are willing to ruthlessly exploit their people to fuel their massive battlecruisers and armies. Although some of us live in luxury and may have the entitlement to consider morale dilemmas, we are barely scrapping by and we need to take any opportunity to marginally increase our strength.

Furthermore, if this ban of slavery extends to prisoners, are we going to risk civilians on critical yet highly dangerous projects? Besides the significant economic costs of switching to civilian labor, I'd rather sacrifice the freedom, health and lives of scum and villainy than the innocent."

Although Caligo was a ruthless man, he had his bottom lines. The war against the Sith Empire was one they could not lose, and if the price of victory was at the cost of freedom, he would wholeheartedly agree. He knew that corruption within the government would further the plight of the poor and lead to unethical enslavement, but it would be up to the morally-good idealists and the heavy hand of the ISB to stamp it out.

But the meritocracy of the New Order would enable anyone to rise, even as a slave like himself.

The Imperial Assembly:
Head: Tyrell Paxxus
Mediator: Rurik Fel

Abolitionists: Lucien Dooku , Halketh
Forced Labor Party: Lunafreya Solidor , Caligo ​

 

[Halketh]

LOCATION //: EPITAPH II
OBJECTIVE //: DO NOT LOSE PATIENCE
TAGS //: Caligo | Lucien Dooku | Lunafreya Solidor | Rurik Fel | Tyrell Paxxus
"I foresaw this coming and I am still disappointed."

THE THIN cloth clinging to Kezec's features compressed upon itself with the slow draw of an impatient breath. Of course, his question and the meaning behind it were to go unanswered or unaccounted for. Very quickly were lines being drawn and he felt corraled with the young prince he had shown his almost support for. Almost. Mostly was a keyword. The moisture of the breath he had gathered stuck the veil to his flesh, and as quickly as it had settled, it dissipated. Casual lean forward rested his shrouded chin upon the curled knuckles of a propped arm. For a moment he said nothing, merely fixing the yawning maw of his hood towards both the princess and the warden.

"I believe you both have missed the point I was establishing; perhaps I shall use smaller words," Lord Halketh spoke up with condescent, still rotating and spinning the electrum orbs in his idling hand, "if there is profit to be made to benefit the Order as a whole, only then it should even be considered. This is what we should establish first. Is there even a need?" The Vulture fixed the void of his face towards Caligo directly now, addressing him with all the monotone he typically spoke with. He was an excitable man, clearly. His hooded head tipped and the fingers previously supporting his chin unfurled, gesturing languidly towards the one he addressed, "Droids are cheap for us to produce and purchase due to efforts on my world and AvCorp. The shipment and processing of them are much more cost-effective and streamlined compared to live labor. Dangerous jobs can be mitigated to droid-labor, with no risk to sentient life if that's truly your concern. If you positively incentivize people properly, they will sign up to do such jobs regardless. Droid-labor is not an expensive alternative to a resolution which many worlds will have a quarrel with. Those who will argue for slavery on the grounds of slavery alone will only do so with draconic merit behind the words."

He made a pointed turn towards the princess then.

 

[Lucien Dooku]

// On board the Epitaph II // Bescane // Imperial Assembly //
THE NEXT SCREEN ​

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The Order had truly grown since the first time he entered the Hand of Thrawn as a no-named exile floating in a sea of Imperials out to wage full-scale war against their looming enemy a few systems away. Several more voices joined the chorus after his own, and it soon became apparent that the ruling class of the Order was truly divided upon the issue at hand. The fruits of indentured labor were too enticing to pass up on, is the gist of what he got from the voices that spoke for the horrid institution they were discussing.

Furthermore the jabs which were thrown his way by a certain Moff were taken with a grain of salt, rather than full-on hostility. The man's words gave off the impression that the Moff had no idea just who Luc was, if he truly meant what he'd assumed a few moments before. Meanwhile the Warlord of JanFathal would still never cease to amaze him with her ability to conceal the venom beneath her words with an interesting rhetoric that could almost make her sound reasonable, if he were a lesser man.

A glance shifted towards Augustus, a smirk curling across his lips as the floor opened up once more for someone to interject. The aged bureaucrat proceeded to take his seat as Luc stepped from his section, hands resting inside the pockets of the leather jacket that separated him from the more finely-dressed Moffs and Warlords present. He calmly made his way towards Caligo , only coming to a stop once he was close enough to look the man in the eyes, his expression settling into a mischievous grin by the time his next words left his lips.

"I do not imply, Moff. I made a point, one that I believe you've misinterpreted quite heavily. I pointed out that Nirauan will not take part in the institution of slavery, be it informally or not, no matter the official Empire-wide ruling that we settle on today. It is my right as the Warlord of that Province to enforce and govern it as I see fit, if I so choose to do so. I've earned that right through not the family which exiles me from my homeworld, Moff Caligo."

Luc leaned in closer, a coldness within his gaze offsetting the carefree facade that had been held up from before. "I earned it through blood; Both my own and the blood of the free men who chose to fight on my behalf against our enemy. You bring dishonor onto those who died fighting to be free of the Sith with your words." He let his gaze settle upon Caligo for just long enough to let his words stick within the Moff's head before turning at the heel, scanning through the rest of the Moffs and Warlords before addressing them directly.

"Slavery is a tool for those who seek to empower themselves through the suffering of others. There are plenty of alternatives, such as what Lord Halketh here has suggested, to offset the potential advantages that allowing such an abhorrent institution to exist may bring. If we truly wish to survive the tides of chaos that this Galaxy has been experiencing for millennia, we must seek to do better than all those who came before us. Whether that's the Zambrano Empire we broke from, or the original Empire of old. We must do better, and that starts by changing how we treat the people who aren't privy to the discussions that occur behind these doors.

Those people who can't give their opinion here, even the weak and useless as Moff Caligo has put it, are just as important to the war as those who can fight and die on the frontlines. When all the men and women on the front have been sent to hell and back, it will be up to those who are left to become the backbone of the New Imperial Order. They will be the ones to share their values and opinions with their children, their friends and family, and by extension the galaxy at large as well. I'd rather rule with enough benevolence to keep the people's prosperity in mind, than through the instigation of tyranny and fear to maintain power. It might be business and politics to you all here, but to the citizens that keep the Order alive, it's their lives we're talkin' about."

His eyes returned to Caligo once he finished addressing the others. "Perhaps you might tell them to accept the situation for what it is, but not me. Fuck that. I'll tell them to make it personal."

Rurik Fel Halketh Lunafreya Solidor​

 

[Wilhuff Krieg]

// ALOR'AAN //: Warlord of Echoy'la
// OBJECTIVE //: Prison Song
// FOCUS //: Tyrell Paxxus | Caligo | Halketh | Lunafreya Solidor | Lucien Dooku

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<"I understand the concerns fielded by Solidor and Moff Caligo but you both misjudge the origins of this Order to begin with. We are a coalition of free and willing men and women willing our own destiny who seek the death of the Sith Empire, a decrepit and despicable nation which subjugates the entirety of its populace. If we inflict the same unto our own people, then you are not justified in your war, not as justified as my people are at least. My people were betrayed, put to the sword, enslaved and eradicated. It is far easier to argue in favor of this institution if you are, as Lady Solidor is and just always lived looking down on those who toil at the foundation of the realm, never with them, who didn't have to crawl to the top themselves."> The Mandalorian states firmly.

<"Whatever merits there are in slavery along the lines of cost effectiveness, there is no forgiving the despicability of its nature. Should those who have done unto us inhuman injustices not be forced to repay us for their depravity? No, they certainly should and I am not going to argue that we allow the prison population rot uselessly but I speak in the interests of my people, our people. They have sworn allegiance to this Order with the promise of self determination, the promise that their potential is as much as they are ever capable of, not to be shackled in chains by those who never had to work for anything. To allow slavery to continue onward would be to spit in the face of the identity of the Imperator's Order as I understand it."> Bralor iterates, his voice ever filtered by the helmet of his Beskar'gam, a rainment which he'd always been reluctant to step out of, especially in these circles. He represented the Mandalorians in-exile within the Order was a whole here, thus he must look at them in their face. The T-Visor.

<"Automatons last so long as they are maintained and have a far wider range of the labour they are capable of than organics do. To plug the hole, I suggest droid labour be the answer. The initial investment may be more costly but long term, it is far more cost effective."> Bralor suggests pragmatically.

 

[Josiah Navollius]

Obj III: Political debates and rhetoric.
Abolitionist: Kestus Bralor Lucien Dooku @Darth Kezec
Slavers: Caligo Lunafreya Solidor
Others: Tyrell Paxxus Rurik Fel

" The boy has the privilege and freedom to do as he pleases with Serenno, just as much as I can do as I please, with the entire sector of Adumar." The voice of Moff Navollius was clear and appear-ant before any sign or image of him could be noticed. It was not till the hiss and fizzle of a holo-image crackling to life would everyone begin to make out their speaker. A man neatly dressed in a mix of what seemed to be thyrsian and imperial regalia. For some time Moff Navollius was missing from the over all galactic scene of Imperial politics. A sacrifice to better run his sector and manage more "personal" matters. Adumar thrived because of it too.

A man of action more than words. Yet here he was to speak.

It was then that the youth Lucien Dooku spoke again. Josiah held back his tongue till the boy was finished. The fire and inexperience of youth. Was this young noble aware of how much influence and sway he actually had? Each member in the room, if they so wished, had the power to exact change. Change that could for better or worse effect the New Imperial Order. Thus far the meeting was comparable to the fightning pits of Adumar. Nothing but high positioned officials and lords waving their pride, vanity and ego around disagreeing and screaming things were not fair. Ethics. The fact that so many voices and opinions were needed to come about a ethical decision was absolutely putrid to the Moff.

Then another spoke up. A mandalorian, hard pressed to use his peoples own recent history as example of the atrocities of slavery and war. Very much a victim, but no less special than the rest of the lot in the galaxy that were given a ill hand by fate. There was much that went into why the mandalorians were enslaved. At the time it was their own doing as allies with the Sith Empire.

" Enough. " A low groan of a utterance emitted from the holo-image of Moff Navollius. " Thus far several lords, Moffs and nobles have stated their position. If this were as simple as a democratic vote then there would be no need for this meeting, But it is not." He stated stoically. Rolling his eyes Josiah continued with a deep breath in. " Warlord Bralor, Lord Lucien and Lord Halketh have stated being against the topic of slavery. Moff Caligo and Lady Solidor have stated being for slavery." Whatever breath he took in, it was expelled from that simple fact spoken. Josiah's eyes grew wide and then relaxed to a stoic expression with another inhale. His facial expressions suggested a distaste but for what exactly? It was hard to tell.

" Lady Solidor and Moff Caligo, I urge you to simply indulge the idea of abolishing slavery, if for but a moment of your time. Stating a standing for one is simple but specifics, details and execution is another. So for those who have thus far stated being against slavery, How would you go about executing the abolishment of such a "Despicable" practice? Keep in mind that the Sith Empire has reigned supreme in its own ways for a number of years. Entire generations have been born into such cycles. This goes much deeper than Ethics and what you all think or believe is right or wrong. Put your ego's aside, stop looking at the individuals that are speaking and their own backgrounds. There is a mentality that is formed when ones freedoms, liberties and rights are no longer there. A mentality not easily broken and it will not simply go away due to laws passed. Droids is a option, But do you really think newly freed slaves are going to react kindly to work they have done their entire life, being taken away from them? Do you think they would know where or what do to?"

" How would you execute your stated ideas on the abolishment of slavery. If it were to be passed here, now and at this very moment. And are you willing to address all of its effects, not just the concept itself?"

For now Josiah would wait before putting out his own opinion or view on the matter.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

O B J E C T I V E | PRISON SONG
L O C A T I O N | Epitaph II
T A G S | Lucien Dooku , Josiah Navollius,
Kestus Bralor, Halketh
T H E M E | Here.
G E A R | Here.​

Things never ceased to amaze her. The way people spoke about what they believed was almost poetic, but when you placed so many people different from one another in a room like that one it was expected to find controversies such as this one. Her people were taught that slavery had no place in their society, but they kept servants under their thumb that were by all means, that suffered as much as slaves under the strict needs of their lords.​

“You are quite correct, young Dooku.“, she began to speak in a low voice, calm and almost friendly to the others. "It is our right as the Warlords of the New Order to enforce the ruling and govern it as we see fit.", His violet eyes were both of the Mandalorian and that boy from Serenno. When they returned, she again took her stand to resume her rhetoric in the face of all that philosophical belief that they shared almost equally, although it was curious that a society as cruel as the one that had arisen in Mandalore could argue about the errors of slavery. For although honor was the base of all those warriors' society, the weak were discarded so quickly that as soon as they were better served in some way than to be put aside. “Droids are not cheap to produce. Droids are expensive, money doesn’t come from the thin air for as much as some of you may believe. While prisoners are swarming our garrisons like geonosian hives, with each new battle, with a new clash, and we let them go back to join society just so they can again conspire and incite revolts. Through forced labor, production at JanFathal was increased tenfold, and mine is now one of the most profitable and productive planets in the entire space controlled by this Assembly. And it was through the crack of the whip, the howls of large, frightening creatures that ensured that hard work was reached.”​

"And although I disagree with your lordship’s expressed childish beliefs, I must agree that slavery remains an unnecessary empowerment for this organization. But I must stress how 'mandatory labor' can represent importance in a society and I motion to this Assembly that it keep this area of our ruling in the competent hands of those over the government of its Provinces and Sectors, to be decided individually by each case and by each local government.”, It had long been in the hands of the New Imperial Order's warlords and governors, and that was not something she would appreciate seeing being taken out of her control. The only problem was that she had had enough of that conversation that day, it seemed to her that something was wrong, that she could feel something agitated inside her, as if everything around her conspired in the darkness and left her without knowing answers to her puzzles. There was something lurking in the air, almost tangible with her fingers and almost palpable to her taste, but she still couldn't quite figure out what it was. She shook her head sideways for a moment, trying to stay focused on what was inside the room and in front of her and when her focus returned, Lunafreya was sure that the whole room was spinning in the air and for a moment she felt like she was going to scream.​

She went as far as to rest her forehead on the palm of her hand and press her eyes to make it pass, raising her head again as if she were the first one inside the room. Taking a short moment to get used to the conversation again, changing the expression on his face to a more pleasant choice and answering what had been raised by Halketh with evident intent in his words.​

"You would only wish to be as lucky as to have my draconic merit, Halketh." Carefully she turned her head back to the other members of the table she was at. "And as for the rest of us, what can we say about morality? Half of us were raised in palaces by princes and dukes, the others are just opportunists who served among the villainy of this galaxy behind a handful of credits.", She then turned his head again towards the Mandalorian. "I do apologize for not being akin to vermin and crawl my way anywhere. Mine are the People that will live long after your great great grandchildren are all but bones and dust, which is why I can say that I’m most certainly from a better stock than this lot.” It was curious to Lunafreya how people were prone to offensive jests towards her even when she found herself in agreement with them. ‘Quite curious indeed… Oh by the Gods, my head is killing me.’, she thought to herself before proceeding, laughing almost merrily as she continued to answer the Mandalorian. “Do you, a Mandalorian, want to talk about despicable acts? All right then. How many creatures have not been slaughtered by that little empire of yours not so long ago? Or how many poor vermin haven’t you killed to crawl your way in here?​

“Shouldn’t you be subjected to inhuman injustice to repay them for your depravity? Don’t speak about what suited your interests and needs in the past like you are some grand wanna-be liberator in your personal road for justice. Give it to the Zygerrians what belong to the Zygerrians! To Gamorreans what belongs to Gamorreans, am I incorrect? Slavery should be banned from the New Imperial Space, but like I said before, mandatory labor is more than needed if we are to continue existing. Or are you all planning on building those robots out of your moral arses? We have no room for any further production, and little room for more economical wasting. Use the prisoners, execute them publicly, burn them alive, toss them at the acklay’s pit and laugh as they are torn to bits, and then give the credits to his family, drink an ambrostine, go to bed and repeat everything the next following day. Order does not come freely, we have enslaved the local faunas to serve our needs, androids are built to resemble us and we treat them for as little more than what they are, slaves. Yet, we care? No, we do not. But we do need the mandatory workers, and what we do not need is the issue of slavery being brought to us again, slavery should be outlawed in New Imperial Space. The End. Vote as you will, I’m against slavery but in favor of mandatory labor, now if you excuse me.", slowly she looked towards the hologram, wiping the sweaty hands on her thigh discreetly. She nodded to those at the head of the table, and started to walk towards the door without saying anything else, Lunafreya needed to go to the restroom for a moment or she would probably pass out. There was something wrong, yet she had no idea as to what exactly, Lunafreya would just walk and wash over her face before returning to the fray. ​

 

[Avernus]

// EPITAPH II: PRISON SONG //
// ABOLITIONIST //
// @IamTyrellPaxxus | Rurik Fel | Lucien Dooku | Lunafreya Solidor | Halketh | Josiah Navollius //
// All Hands //

Dax Sunreva loomed quietly in his seat, listening to the proceedings with a subtle, devious smile. Fingers were steepled in front of his face, obscuring his trap behind their web as they tapped together softly. Sapphire irises darted back and forth to each voice as they spoke their peace, silently considering every point. Shades of blonde bounced as his head turned to follow Elzeri on her way out. A whispy exhale from his nose inflected the humor in the situation, breaking into a small chuckle as he turned his head back to the meeting. "Forced Labor?" Pearly rows of teeth flashed as he grinned and pushed his tongue against the back of the set. "I guess there's no doubt that Basic is, in fact, not Princess Solidor's first language."

"I won't bore the Assembly with a lecture on feigned altruism and morality. My own opinion on that matter has already been stated in some way or another by others present, but I will reiterate for the record and posterity. Any notion of economic benefit or cost-effectiveness of slavery is entirely unfounded. When we turn consumers into commodities we denying our economy vital participation and stimulation which it requires to persist. As the demand for slaves grows to perform undesirable labor, their price increases due to their stagnating supply and rising demand. You cannot manufacture and repair slaves, only replace them. An abundant supply of work and a limited supply of slaves is only detrimental."

"Moff Navollius does speak with some weight, however. Slavery, as it stands within the New Order, is a holdover from the Sith-Imperial regime. Many of people have been born into these cycles and institutions, their concepts of ethics and morality are dictated by the environment they have been brought up in. Such is morality at its base, conditioning. Abolishing these institutions won't be as simple as giving the order, the adjustments and integrations required will no doubt be a monolithic undertaking. Though, I'm not entirely certain that unfortunate truth is a good reason to keep slavery up to the provinces."

 

[Halketh]

LOCATION //: EPITAPH II
OBJECTIVE //: STOP MIGRAINE
TAGS //: Caligo | Lucien Dooku | Lunafreya Solidor | Rurik Fel | Tyrell Paxxus
ATTEMPT //: COLLECTEDNESS

THE VOICES and considerations rattled around the miraluka's skull as he sat in his chair, bowing his head enough to extend gloved fingers up to knead curt circles into his temples with their tips. Thankfully, Dax had heard him, or at the very least understood what it was he was getting at. Perhaps he was not losing his mind as rapidly as he believed himself to be. Of course, he was already considering things from the opposite's perspective, such is exactly why he even inquired on the original matter at all, rather than draw his line in the sand as Lucien had and stand fast on it. Veins twitched beneath the thin layer shrouding the sculpted planes of his face, forcing a rapid-fire spread of souring across his thankfully hidden expression. How long was he to endure this cyclical lecture? Electrum orbs clinked softly together as he adjusted his posture and dragged a hand down over his face. How he longed for a nap. Oh, the sweet release such a thing would bring him. But that would be saved for the flight home. For now, it was time to be social and engaged.

Halketh cleared his throat and turned his focus back on the others, re-engaging with some sense of renewed effort. Channel that irritation into interest and perhaps he may just be able to make his way through this meeting without actually leaping across the table and bashing another Warlord in the jaw- as entertaining a prospect as it was.

'Focus, Kezec.' Right, he had a purpose here and it certainly wasn't to fantasize about starting brawls during the Imperial Assembly.

"I think it obvious there's no need for slavery or forced labor, even." He spoke just as plainly as he had before, paying little mind to the fact Solidor had up and left, "My planet was brought from nothing to quite a deal of something through traditional employment. I firmly disagree with what Solidor spoke of, to me it sounds more like a personal shortcoming than a necessity of government. I reaffirm my point in saying that I believe droids are certainly the way to go- such is what makes the most sense. But droid-employment is not why we have been summoned here. I hardly think there is genuine disagreement or debate to be had here, as it seems most are of the mind that slavery is an atrocity which sullies the name of what it is we seek to do." The Warlord of Carlac swiped up the electrum spheres he toyed with and resumed his fidget thusly, spinning them about one another in deft, endless dance in the palm of his left hand. "If we are to introduce such a change and hand it down from the top to the worlds which do not currently have complimentary policy into place, we should do so gradually. Or even if we mandated that all slave laborers, as they stand right now, be paid standard wages for their efforts, and their freedoms introduced over time so as not to overwhelm them. The last thing I believe any of us want-" The miraluka paused to gesture in a sweeping arc around the room, despite the fact that his masked face remained forward, "Is revolt or uprising. Freedom can be overwhelming, both for former slaves and their masters. How we mitigate the damage is introducing things slowly, and easing all of those involved in the opposite direction." His free hand curled claws beneath itself and rapt swiftly in shallow motion against the surface of the table, emphasizing his point, "We can start with wages, construct a standard that we expect others to abide by with the trust that our alliance offers, and move gradually from there. Housing. Protection. Opportunities."

When Kezec had finished speaking, he pressed a slow breath through his nose, trailed tongue over the pearled fronts of his teeth, and shifted his hips to make himself comfortable in his chair once again- sitting back slowly as if to announce he had finished his spiel for the time.

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

I M P E R A T O R
BYOO - Memorial Site
C U D I _ M O N T A G E
Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt

He wasn't ever sure he'd sure tread this ground. At least not like this. When his feet touched the solid ashen earth of Bescane his consciousness was enveloped with layers of contemplation over it all. He'd sworn to her, at some point, somewhere to get it back for her. Even if he'd never uttered the words, there was always the shadow of intent. Granted, even he himself wasn't sure how much it'd mean to her. It was home, the place of her upbringing, whatever machinated to make the Legion Commander she was now. But...it ultimately didn't matter what banner flew over it, be the crimson saber or the Imperial sun.

He knew deep down, Dantooine would feel the same. He might even loath the place but he doubted he'd feel much longing for it as many of the others who'd sought to reclaim their home from the Sith might. Even if it was a bitter sweet re-union. Many of the men among the 501st came from Prefsbelt and Yaga Minor, to see them return home to cities half torn from the war it took to get them back...put it all in dim light but all the same, made them all the more content to continue on the Braxant march again.

At least Bescane came under the bearing down of less bloodshed and less force. The planetary government itself folded under the disarray that came with the New Imperial expeditionary force advancing past the similarly surrendered Orinackra. Though there were still several lynchpin problems which need be solved to secure it under the Order's control, Tavlar only arrived planet side for her.

He was never aware of her confidential mission to Bescane until Kascalion divulged implications of it when they'd nearly drew the last breathes of one another on Borosk.

He appeared in her shadow just early enough to catch a glimpse of her placing the bouquet at the base of the ode to her mother's life as she was in health, alive. He was silent. He'd never had that moment, to be able to look into his own mother's eyes as she was in her best and pay respects to her. Then he might've thought, a chance to return home might be worth it. But all the same, a wall of flesh, bone, blood and defiance separated him from that moment.

He could only hope Lyra cherished her own homecoming, even if it was no fanfare.

Eventually, he stepped forward, joining Lyra's side to look over the artificially revenated gaze of her mother. Somehow, he could only feel it was all his fault, but he couldn't muster the will to apologize to her openly.

 

[Gat Tambor]

G A T _ T A M B O R
DIRECTOR OF THE TRADE FEDERATION
BYOO - Lumchugger's Hub
Aerarii Tithe
B L U E S​

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Busy streets, highrises and underworlds with a choking air of industrial fumes and modern woes gave an all but intoxicating sensory envelopment to the Skakoan, The Director of the Trade Federation himself. Tambor had a rendezvous with one Aerarii Tithe, freshly captured from the prison world of Orinackra by Mandalorian operatives in service of the New Imperial Order, he walked without chains once more though under the watchful yet intruding eye of the Trade Federation.

It was certainly a higher class establishment, one more fit for men of their stature, a restaurant of fine dining and one even granted two Technoid stars circa Gat’s last visit to Bescane. Seeing that the Foreman himself was due to arrive, he could only hope for an excellent meal...for Tithe, Skakoans were physically incapable of ingesting solid foods.

Sitting himself down across from Aerarii who was escorted here at the hand of Trade Federation combat droids, he gave his vocoder a quick adjustment before speaking up.

“Apologies for my lateness, Mr. Tithe. Though it is good to see you were left unharmed by the Sons of Mandalore, I usually come to expect harsher treatment but...they are professionals all the same, and very good ones at that. All the same...you must be in a very peculiar situation, yes? The demesne from which you held as your realm of power has well- its collapsed, no fault of your own might I add. But I must ask, do you still hold your allegiance to this Sith Empire? Surely no...you don't strike me as a man who is too late to pull out his investments, never." Tambor inquired.

 

[Darth Kalyptos]

W R A I T H
OBJECTIVE : AERIALS
T H U N D E R​

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The harsh roar of repulsorlifts revving to life all but resulted in the cruel symphony marking the beginning of the death race. It was a ritual which had carried through the rises of Bescane for a long while now. Enduring even the rule of the Sith as the main profiteers of the blood sport had paid off local officials to let the crimson races run unfettered by any judicial oversight. Even with the New Imperial Order's occupation baring down over Bescane, the death race had to continue on schedule.

While many had banded up in gang, corporate or crime syndicate affiliations, Hastun rode alone. An enigmatic Ubese, as his kind typically tended to be he embarked into his one man airspeeder mounted with an axial ion cannon as well as a swivel mounted flamer attached with an industrial strength harpoon attached alongside it.

The last weapon is what made Hastun one of the more infamous racers here, in spite of a lack of any allegiance to any larger group or sponsor.

"REEEEEADY DEATH RACERS ! REV UP YOUR SPEEDERS !"

"TIME TO GOOO IN THREE....TWO...ONE! BLAST OFF!" The announcer sounded out and the speeders set off. While he stayed behind the pack initially, it was only to get one of the more meager craft in his sights before he fired off the harpoon to sink into the aft of the speeder and wrench it toward him from the sky before an infernal blast cooked the Duros racer alive before sending him plummeting through the skyline below.

 

[Wilhuff Krieg]

// ALOR'AAN //: Warlord of Echoy'la
// OBJECTIVE //: Prison Song
// FOCUS //: Tyrell Paxxus | Caligo | Halketh | Lunafreya Solidor | Lucien Dooku | Josiah Navollius

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As much as he was eager to stand up to the arguments laid out by Solidor, she fled the assembly once more. A shame, but what he'd come to expect by now. The primary figure of his argument then fell unto the shoulders of Moff Navollius, a man whom Bralor held a much higher respect for. One of the first of the New Imperial Order's retinue in-exile when they left the Sith Empire and embarked toward Nirauan and acquired the leadership of Adumar abiding by the martial customs of his world. And in his rhetoric, there was established context and reasoning. While the Corpo ruler of Phaeda seemed to oblige by the practice as well, Bralor could only assume a double sided intention to his rhetoric, regardless he carried on.

<"A valid and reasonable concern, Moff Navollius. Such foundations are not so easily broken. I believe a proper course of action would be to have the central government of the New Imperial Order pay the living wages of the freed slaves following the practice's abolishment as our Corporate affiliates move to replace the lost labor with droids as per our running contracts. From there we may implement the freed slave labour in infrastructure and other projects in the systems effected, offering still sable employment to the freed slaves, no lost labor from those which owned them to begin with and a more robust infrastructure to our Order. It will require a great deal of capital from the Imperator's coffers initially but over time will be an investment which pays itself back ten fold. "> Kestus says before he eases himself forward in his seat.

<" The New Imperial Order occupies many planets undeveloped sparing those along the Braxant Run thus there are still countless opportunities for employment across our systems. This too might also encourage the further trade between our nation and the Silver Jedi Concord as well as the Galactic Alliance, further easing the burden that the abolishment might have on our economic foundations and offering our people more opportunity to make an ideal living. This is not only an edict which would ensure our further separation from the Sith Empire but as well as that empower our people in all fronts to unearth their own potential and allow us, as the Moff Caligo is concerned of, to grow into a more powerful nation as the result. Slaves will do what is the bare minimum out of forced obligation, but free men and women will go well above and beyond. "> Bralor suggests.

 

[Caligo]

C A L I G O
MOFF OF DIAB, IMPERIAL ASSEMBLY
SWAN SONG OF FREEDOM​

Unfazed by Lucien's coldness, he responded, "Bragging about blood you spilled is perhaps the most disingenuous way to represent yourself. All I'm hearing is that you sacrificed more good men to bargain for more vocal authority in the Imperial Assembly. Try losing an arm like our Imperator, and lose the mind tricks and perhaps then I'll give you some credit.

And don't shove your presumptions on me that I would let our own Imperial citizens be enslaved: I specifically sanction slavery only for criminals and PoWs. They are the ones who have spilled the blood of our citizens, and they should at the very least spend their lives compensating for their sins with back-breaking, grueling and harsh labor.

Death is far too merciful of a release and simply imprisoning them is a wasteful drain on the New Order. As Princess Solidor states, forced labor is the only and best solution."

Listening to Bralor's plea for morality, he too like the Princess jeered at any Mandalorian trying to argue against morality. They slaughtered, they killed, and they hunted without consequence: sure they had a code of honor they followed, but it was inherently selfish, self-serving to their Mandalorian nature and culture.

"First off, if we abolish slavery across all systems, what are you going to do with the emancipated slaves as Moff Navollius asked but never got a real answer to. Everyone has failed to mention the billions of credits and millions of manpower hours that would be required to rehabilitate and retrain them as functional members of society.

Who is going to pay?

Who is going to pay?

If we forgo this rehabilitation and simple set a wage and basic assistance as Lord Halketh suggests, we will have done absolutely nothing for these slaves except slap them in the face with a citizenship card and some paltry gifts. Then, we would be feeding them right back to the system as the same exploitable and systematically oppressed resource to continue suffering under corporations and governments.

We do not fight against the Sith Empire for meaningless titles and institutions, we fight against the Sith because we want to our citizens an equal opportunity to succeed based on merit and hard work. And so, we should give all slaves a path of redemption, whether that be in direct service in the military or government. We want all members of the New Order to work hard to go well above and beyond as Warlord Bralor states for a real and obtainable opportunity for greater success and prosperity.

However, it is laughable to suggest that slaves do not work hard.

Slaves work hard because they are forced to, through powerful motivations of pain, humiliation, dehumanization, and suffering. It is a cruel affair that trades suffering for manpower, but it is effective and is why the practice has existed for millions of years. Do not champion droids as the ultimate solution, because if it was, it would have been quickly adopted as the only standard for meeting labor needs."

And so, Darth Avernus's talk of the economic benefits of droids made him laugh cynically, sounding like a Toydarian's braggart and cheap boasts to pitch a perfect economic solution to the problem. No solutions were that simple and those who argued as such were attempting to beguile and mislead. Caligo would not assent with his silence.

"After we spend this enormous amount of credits and resources on rehabilitation, are we then going to invest billions of credits into new droids to replace slaves?

Droids?

Anyone who argues that droids are cheaper than slaves is clearly blind about the economics. A slave with a 100 credit power tool has the same output as a 10,000 credit labor droid. Labor droids require skilled maintenance, power, and most of all, the high initial investment in producing the droid. And if a labor droid is destroyed or heavily damaged, the droid would have to completely replaced as the manpower and resource cost of recycling and restoring it would be higher than just getting a new unit. And this is the great idea that is going to help our economy?

Slaves are the cheapest possible source of labor that there is. No fudging of the numbers and talks of increased cost efficiency of droids is going to dispute that fact.

If insufficient labor and manpower are your concerns, I suggest that the New Imperial Order creates government-funded, owned, and run mass cloning programs with genetic tempering. I will not tolerate a solution that involves putting the state under the heel and mercy of privatization."

The Imperial Assembly:
Head: Tyrell Paxxus
Mediator: Rurik Fel

Abolitionists: Lucien Dooku , Halketh , Halketh , Kestus Bralor
Forced Labor Party: Lunafreya Solidor , Caligo
???: Josiah Navollius ​