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Faction Veritas et Aequitas | CIS Viceroyalty + Knights Obsidian

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Theed, Naboo
It was an early morning in the city of Theed. A harsh rain fell over the city this morning, so much so that the streets were mostly clear of any traffic. The largest event of the day for the city would be the quarterly assembly of the Viceroyalty. With the delegates of the Confederacy coming together to decide the future of the state the Halls of the Viceroyalty had been well prepared for those incoming Viceroys. The morning was progressing well with the elder Speaker of the Assembly, an aged Twi'lek with pale blue skin and a gaunt figure, taking measures to ensure a fluid session. The aged man stood at the primary podium in the assembly, his eyes gazing down upon a datapad with a calm expression. The Twi'lek turned to a protocol droid that approached him, setting a datapad in the metallic assistants hands. "Thank you V-210." The older man said with a nod before turning his eyes to the surrounding pods that the many Viceroys were inhabiting.

As it seemed that the majority of the Viceroyalty had arrived, the speaker stepped down from the podium and made his way over to his station behind the Presidium's pod. He gathered what materials he would need before taking the amethyst regalia that marked him as the Speaker of the Forum. He pulled it over his back, making sure it was neatly tucked under his lekku before making his way back to the podium.

The speaker took to the podium, tapping a button that caused the lights in the chambers to become dimmed. There were a number of windows to the hall, each one was slowly covered by a metallic shudder and sealed via ray shielding. Once the final viceroys had entered, the Speaker gestured to the staff, giving them permission to seal the chamber hall as was tradition. Once the final door had been closed the aged twi'lek spoke into the comm device that was attached to the podium.

"Viceroys of The Confederacy. We will now bring this session to order." He declared in the deep, consistent tone that had been known to the viceroyalty for years.

Taking the datapad from the podium he cleared his throat before resting his eyes upon the itinerary for the day. It was admittedly dry subjects, one and all. Mostly routine matters that would be opened for discussion for a few hours before being promptly closed and passed on to the next assembly.

"The first matter to be discussed deals with all Executive Orders, laws, and passages to be opened for review. Please direct your screens to page two-thousand and seven so we may begin the review process." This was perhaps one of the hated tasks of the Viceroyalty, yet they were expected to remain updated on all such matters throughout the entirety of the term. The Speaker began to read out the lines of long-instilled laws, his baritone voice echoing out as it would for the next four consecutive hours.

@Visanj T’shkali​

@Alistaire R. Markinswell III​
@Birsk Si’huv​
@Isla​
Valeria Valeria Sempronia​


 

Raphael Boucher

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For Raphael Boucher there were few things he cursed more than the more mundane sessions of the Viceroyalty. They were incredibly boring and held little in the ways of true progression. It reminded him of the routine sessions conducted by the High Court on Illyria. How much could they say was truly accomplished on these days? Few cared to give enough thought to an actual answer, Raphael included. His pod had been situated amongst the center section. As the pods were often sorted in alphabetical order based on their planetary name, illyria was certainly in the center of the masses.

The Viscount turned Viceroy entered the pod, setting a suitcase down as he turned his eyes towards the Assembly's speaker. The elder Twi'lek spoke out to prepare the forum. He was an elder man who Raphael often paid little attention to, yet he did heed the man's words.

The Forum was called to order and Raphael took his seat. The lights within grew dim as the Viceroy looked over the day's itinerary as had been laid out by the speaker.

There would be at least four hours before the first break. Raphael exhaled through his nose before taking the datapad into his hands and turning to the appropriate screen.

Let it begin.

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Location: Theed Viceroyalty Chamber
Objective: Try to get through this absolutely boring session of VR with weights
Wearing: Dress clothes / Workout clothes (black sets)

Tags: Adron Malvern Adron Malvern Raphael Boucher Darth Metus Darth Metus

One... Two... Three... Four... Five.... Draconis was counting repetitions in his head as he did bicep curls with a sizable dumbbell. He was doing it quietly as his aides sort of stepped back and watched the rest of the chambers looking quite bored. Today was going to be a loooong session. A review and forum of all of the policies, decisions, and executive orders done over the past time frame. And this kind of session was doomed to be a long, rather boring, absolutely droll affair. So Draconis decided to cancel his appointment at the Theed Gym to workout there.

And do it right here instead.

The dumbbells Draconis had brought would be absolutely quiet, and since there was ample space in the pod for him to do the necessary exercises for his workout they brought a small repulsor trailer with all of the necessary equipment. This would be an assortment of dumbbells, elastic bands, a small rack with a barbell, and some plated weights for bench press. Being where he was people would be able to see him if they happened to gaze in his direction, but Draconis had personally selected his attire so that while he could be dressed properly for speaking while also being comfortable while doing his workout. He would simply take off his jacket and dress shirt, setting them on a chair as gently and delicately as possible. They were gifts to him from the Viceroy of Arbra and it would not do at all for him to either tarnish or otherwise disgrace these clothes. The more tight fitting and breathable underclothes that he was wearing would cling to his muscular form, made more purely of a textile recently developed by the good Viceroy. And he would begin, only idly paying attention to the speaker as his aides were there mainly to either pay attention to key important issues and otherwise ensure the Viceroy's safety. The aide would mention to Draconis that the session was beginning and that they were starting at page two thousand something or other.

Why in the force would someone make something like this so absolutely dreadful? Why not do group Pilates or have some sort of thing going on in the center to help keep people from losing their minds?

Draconis sighed as he rolled his eyes, focusing instead on his repetitions of weighted curls. Up and down, one after the other. His aide would pay attention to anything spoken by the other viceroys to bring Draconis's attention should he happen to miss anything. He would switch arms after eight reps and continue working out as he waited for this session to continue. This was his first actual review session or whatever this was called. Draconis was going to have to get through this as best he could, making sure that he had something to occupy his time and otherwise keep him from wasting so much time.
 
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Location: Theed, Naboo
Outfit: Dress
Tags: Adron Malvern Adron Malvern | Raphael Boucher | Draconis Sederius Wolf Draconis Sederius Wolf

The thin material whispered with each movement of her slim, lithe body. Her hips swayed with each step that she took and her heels clicked upon the smooth floor as the vampiress walked towards that of her pod. The black material that hugged her body, accentuated every single one of her curves and every time that a muscle tended to perform any kind of action, it would be visible to the naked eye. No one ever said that this dress was made for combat and it most certainly had not been, however, she didn’t wear it with combat in mind. A fact that would be noticeable as her black and red locks fell around her shoulders in soft waves; free of any restraints that would dare pin such silken locks up and away. Said locks framed her pale face as chocolate brown eyes took in all of the Viceroyalty that had shown and made a mental note of who was yet to arrive.

Full, red painted lips didn’t give away any thoughts that might be lurking behind her bored expression and slowly, the vampiress moved to take a seat within her pod.

Following close behind upon her heels, had been two Felacatians who were her most trusted companions whenever she deemed to leave Felacat, of which it seemed that she was leaving its gravity more and more these days as the Viceroyalty seemed to be called upon on a more regular basis. However, Nadia and Nala were unamused by the amount of time that Raven was spending away from Felacat. She had heard their protests and the woman knew why, because Felacat was only young, an infant that was just starting to spread its wings. For that reason alone, it made its residents uneasy and unrest seemed to always be the flavour of the day. Until her plans could be enacted, the citizens would feel vulnerable. Which couldn’t be helped. Not yet. Especially with the many changes that had been happening within the CIS borders. It was to be expected, but she could feel the tension that emitted from her guards as they felt that this meeting was irrelevant. Such was the view through the eyes of a non politician.

Once Raven was comfortably seated within her pod and the two felacatians took up a position behind her; the Forum was called to order and the vampiress held out a hand towards the two that were also seated behind her. Nala reached forwards to place a datapad within the pale digits and those digits curled around the edge of the datapad, only to bring the piece of technology around and rest it upon her lap. There, fingers slid over the screen as they were asked to direct their attention to a specific page.

The review process was always important, for it highlighted certain key areas. Areas such as legislation that has helped the faction to grow and could be visible seen through statistics and figures. There was also legislation that could also be viewed as redundant, for it had been implemented in order to achieve a certain goal, but in the grand scheme of things, proved to be ineffective. One could never truly know if a piece of legislation would even work until it was implemented and nine times out of ten; they got results. Whether the results reflected a positive or negative outcome, was irrelevant; what was relevant, was that they had gotten results that they could review and act upon. Which was why the Viceroy of Felacat was here today. While it wasn’t a Forum that some might consider interesting, it was important. At least that's how Raven Thystle saw it.​

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Viceroy of Tythe
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Tags: Raven Thystle Raven Thystle Draconis Sederius Wolf Draconis Sederius Wolf Raphael Boucher


Fredricka shuffled through some information on a data pad as she sat down, looking through varying information able local proposals, military reforms, radioactive clean up and more. Herself placing said device to the side as a blue hue engulfed the room, giving a virtual look at the many other viceroys and meeting room.

Yet again the planetary rulers of the CIS were called to discuss manners of the Confederacy, though something about todays assembly felt lack luster. Maybe it was the short to the point manner in which Adron Malvern Adron Malvern spoke, or the very long winded name page number for which they were requested to turn to, or the somewhat bored expressions of her fellow Vicoeroys.

What ever the case she didn't have the full incentive to join in person today, that and being busy reorganizing things on her own world which to an extent took priority over what was happening here. Thus the young princess was in attendance as a hologram from her residence on Tythe, comfortably on her throne room chair while the proceedings went ahead. As she looked around varying familiar with unfamiliar places where spotted.


"Well then, lets get this over and done with".



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The duty of a Viceroy was not only one of service to her people, governing the planet that had elected her, but of representing its voice in the Viceroyalty. She served her people and her planet but also served wide political actors. Adron Malvern Adron Malvern was one such actor, calling her to use her skills to create a better Confederacy.​
Hester sat with keen intent. She loathed the process of review, not because she wasn't interested in taking the laws of the CIS and scrutinising them to find loopholes and weaknesses, but because she knew that the chance of seeing real progressive change to their application was minimal. She stifled a yawn and looked around the vast chamber. She saw the usual characters, those within her party, those within the Abrion Pact, those that shared committee duties with, and vocal opponents of her. She thought of lunch. She thought of drinks afterwards. She thought of her obligations.​

Page 2007. Joy of joys.​





 


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The sun shone brightly over Naboo as the day of proceedings began. It streamed into the chambers of the Viceroyalty through the high-vaulted windows characteristic of Naboo architecture. The Viceroyalty had gathered for long session of what would start of nearly a week of review of the national Confederate law. Most saw it as monotonous and boring. But for a Sovereigntist such as Bastille? It was almost like Ra'Mallah's festival.

He was flanked by four guards of the Aran'kha, standing with their spears and shields at the ready as they stood in the four rough corners of Bastille's personal booth. They were there merely as a formality. Bastille knew that there were people in the Confederacy government who were so vexed by his challenge to their authority that he had become an obsession to them. But he did not expect them to have the gall to attack a member of their own government in broad daylight. They, after all, were part of the same nation, and both strived for the best of the Confederacy, did they not?

Bastille was first to take the floor after the Speaker opened it to discussion. His brightly-colored robes swirling as he stood, he was met with the mixed intrigue and chagrin of the chambers around him. But did he care? Not in the slightest. "My fellow Viceroys," he began in his honey-rich voice, "I wish to address the Bvuot in the room: the Confederacy First supporting mandates."

"The question is not of whether or not we should be enacting tariffs and the like, but of the powers granted to the respective branches of government by the Charter. The supporting mandates in question are breaches of that separation of power, and they should be stricken from Confederacy law, the contents within left to be discussed and, if desired, ratified by the elected representatives of the people of the Confederacy,"
he concluded, taking his seat.

His 'speech' was short, but there was not much to be said, nor was it a proposition that many would be surprised for the Viceroy to make.

 

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Hester perked up. The classic Rommer detritus had hit an area she was quite impassioned about. The concerns of the Charter and the power of the various branches of the government. It was no secret that she felt that the CIS FIRST policy, one she championed, had its flaws. The refugee crisis on her border was likely to a amount to a great challenge to the Abrion region. She banged her leg in vocal support of the Viceroy from Ra'Katha, drawing the ire of neighbouring Viceroy. She called for the podium.​
"I second this motion from the Excellent Viceroy from Ra'Katha. It is no secret that I have voiced my concerns with portions of the CIS FIRST Executive Order. Many will have seen the letter that I wrote, its contents leaked by unscupulous sorts. However, I stand by the words I mentioned within that communique with Exarch Malvern. I was most disappointed with his response, though encouraged, and will be submitting my own legislation for the consideration of this Chamber. I trust you would be a welcome participant on that at committee level, Viceroy?"
She smiled at Rommer, for perhaps the first time in the chamber. She, so often a vocal critic of his, had found common ground with him.​
He was still very handsome.


 
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TAG: Bastille Rommer Bastille Rommer | Hester Shedo Hester Shedo | Chikako Liona Chikako Liona | Raven Thystle Raven Thystle | Raphael Boucher | Draconis Sederius Wolf Draconis Sederius Wolf | Oleander Webb Oleander Webb | Dreidi Xeraic Dreidi Xeraic | Lavria Xedrim

There was a datapad situated in Gerwald's hand containing evidence of alleged betrayal. Treason. It was not a charge the Knights Obsidian would make lightly, but it seemed that Bastille Rommer Bastille Rommer had been in bed with the enemy. Quite literally. State secrets had been traded for, as the woman who had come forward had said, three minutes of pleasure.​
Gerwald smirked at the idea. He remembered being there when Valencia Hadley Valencia Hadley had been tasked with negotiating the entrance of Ra'Katha into the Confederacy. Even then it seemed the Rommer was more concerned with retaining control of his world than what was in the best interest of the Confederacy as a whole. Almost every word had dripped with disdain for the Confederate System, and since joining the Viceroyalty nothing had changed. The idea of what he was about to do amused the wolf to no end.​
"I am sorry Lord Commander, but this session has already begun, and it is closed."
He shook his head.​
"I am not here to join the session. I am here to make an arrest."
Gerwald looked to the knights which had joined him.​
"If he does not make the way clear, arrest him as well."
The lupine never expected to have to see them follow through with the order. It was a simple threat, one which seemed to work. As the security guard stepped aside, Gerwald pushed the doors of the assembly hall open with enough strength to send them crashing into the door stops with a loud clash which reverberated through the Viceroyalty chambers.​
"I am sorry to interrupt, Mr. Speaker, but I have warrant for the arrest of Bastille Rommer. The charges are treason."
 
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It was an unusual day when Oleander simply strode toward the assembly room, flanking Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner along with the fellow knights. In another day, a lifetime ago, the mere concept of operating out in the open was out of the question. Now, however, he stood tall (as tall as he could be at least), an enforcer rather than strictly an executioner. Funny how things worked out like that.

"If he does not make the way clear, arrest him as well."

Ander gave a nod at the order, gaze sliding to the guard in question and making no attempt to disguise sizing the man up. If anything, he made a show of it. Something to add a bit more realism to the aforementioned threat. His gaze lingered on the guard, staring him down even as the doors burst open, before his eyes shifted to the interrupted meeting.

Once inside, he maintained that stone-cold demeanor, taking in the meeting and its inhabitants with a calculated approach, locking eye contact with any who'd meet his gaze before shifting to the next individual. Eventually, his sights set on Rommer before sliding back to Gerwald, awaiting orders. Any moment now the hunt could be afoot, a thought that sparked just a hint of excitement in the recesses of his psyche.
 

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The Viceroyalty descended into the depths of political jargon, however they did not remain there for long until Viceroy Rommer spoke out of turn. The Speaker looked up from his terminal with a confused expression. As Viceroy Bastille Rommer Bastille Rommer and Viceroy Hester Shedo Hester Shedo spoke, the man allowed the disruption without speaking against them. However, when it came time for the hall to devolve into an uproar, the Speaker's hands rose to bring the chambers to silence. "Viceroys. Viceroys." He steadied. "Silence please. Viceroy Rommer, Viceroy Shedo, I request that each of you wait until we reach the Confederacy First Executive Order. We may not review it until those orders and laws instilled prior have been properly reviewed. More disruptions will only elongate the process." The Twi'lek man said.

"Now...we may return to line four, section seve-" Just then the door's to the chamber were opened, causing the elder Twi'lek man to rest his hands upon the podium. The older man's eyes rose to meet the disrupting entrance of the Knight's Obsidian. He glanced over to the pod of the Presidium for a spare moment before turning back to Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner . "Lord Commander...I assume you have an official purpose here, my lord?"

The Speaker did not react in excess, in fact his only reaction was a slight twitch of his lekku.

"Very well Lord Commander. You are within your powers. None shall interrupt your investigation or arrest." The Speaker announced, before turning his eyes to the pod of Bastille Rommer. He gestured to the man, before speaking softly. "Viceroy, please?" He asked.


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Karking politics.

She really did not care for any of this. But it seemed she getting roped in more in more into the mundane business of the Confederacy. Did she look like someone who wanted to "uphold justice"? Like seriously?

Yet the Sith found herself walking beside her new Lord Commander and her fellow Knights. Ugh. Camaraderie. She was still not accustomed to be working in a team. Not even after the months she had spent with these people.

Her mind snapped back to the present when Gerwald spoke.
"Yeah, no kidding." she quipped at him. Luckily the fool in front of the door was not that stupid and stood aside, allowing Gerwald to make his entrance. And what an entrance. A smirk spread on her face as she followed. He was acting more like a Sith from the Empire than from the Confederacy than she think he realized.

Inside the chambers sat a bunch of idle diplomats. Her golden eyes turned to the man Gerwald pointed to as he told the Speaker they were there to arrest him for treason. Huh. Treason very rarely came from the most arrogant. But hey. The Lord Commander has spoken, so who was she to argue? So she just stood there in all her snarky glory, just waiting for the weather to change.

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Hester Shedo, surprisingly, had risen in support of Bastille's proclamation. It was good to see, for once, a display of bipartisanship from the Separatist Viceroy of Scarif. Even though the Speaker wished to proceed with the review that had been lain out, there was no doubt in Bastille's head that the other Viceroy's minds would be turned towards the supporting mandates of Confederacy First. Finally, after nearly a year, they would be repealed.

And then the doors of the chamber swung open with a clanging force, and what was shaping up to be a productive session fell to pieces. None other than the Lord Commander of the Knights Obsidian, flanked by warriors from his rank-and-file, barged into the chambers. But their appearance was nothing compared to the shock that came next -- the proclamation that he, Bastille Rommer, was being arrested for treason against the Confederacy.

The Chamber immediately went into an uproar. Viceroys standing up in indignation. There were Sovereigntists protesting, but he saw others that were not politically aligned protesting as well. Bastille sat, calm and cool in the midst of the turmoil, while the Aran'kha's grip on their spear tightened. They would die protecting their Kemotar, even if it was the Confederacy who sought to harm him. But there was no need for bloodshed over a baseless and untrue accusation. And so, Bastille stood.

The room quieted, hushed, anticipating what he would say. And the words he spoke were simple and clear. "Lord Commander, if you wish to charge me with a baseless and false accusation, so be it." His tone was commanding and firm, seductive, but rang through the entire chamber without the assistance of artificial vocal amplification. "But I will not be hauled off to a dark dungeon from which I will never see the light of day. If you wish to prosecute me, you shall do so; but my peers, the members of the Viceroyalty will be my judge and jury."

He took his seat to an uproar in the chamber once more.

 
Location: Theed Viceroyalty Chamber
Objective: Deal with this interruption
Wearing: Dress clothes / Workout clothes (black sets)
Tags: Bastille Rommer Bastille Rommer Lavria Xedrim Raphael Boucher Raven Thystle Raven Thystle Chikako Liona Chikako Liona Hester Shedo Hester Shedo Elsasca Selcoc Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner Oleander Webb Oleander Webb

Draconis would almost roll his eyes at the mention of several viceroys trying to cut to the meat of the perceived problem. All he ever heard people talk about was Confederacy First this, Confederacy First that. That it was a blight upon their society, a black mark on their record. That it was something quite unnecessary and had only done harm to the Confederacy overall in its implementation.

What a load of crap it all was.

Draconis himself was an example of how the executive actions had helped the CIS. An example as to why it was a needed action to motivate people to get out of their oh so comfortable, backwards, and corrupt ways and force them to actually start doing their jobs as viceroys. An example of how the people of the Confederacy should be their first and foremost concern, as the rest of the galaxy had proven their allegiances quite openly and clearly. And why should the CIS drop everything it is doing to bend over backwards to help peoples who not only do not wish to adopt the Confederacy's mindset, but come from places with extremely toxic propaganda about the CIS? Who only wish to run away from their problems and bring them here, rather than start anew and actually give the CIS and her various planetary states the chance they deserved to prove they were not as evil as they were depicted. No, Draconis would argue until he was cold and dead in the ground against the very thought. These people weren't on the borders, they didn't have to deal with the rabble, pirates, and external threats these other nations posed to them. They stood to lose nothing should their blind optimism proved false, meanwhile entire systems like Surric would burn because of their short sighted naivety.

And something rather unexpected happened.

Someone burst the the main double doors of the entrance rather openly and brazenly. Draconis didn't bother looking up, being that this arrangement was alphabetical, he was the furthest to one side on the top row of pods. He wouldn't be able to see clearly without breaking his set, and he sincerely doubted whoever just entered was important enough to warrant that kind of attention. At least until he heard the man speak. The new Lord Commander, Gerwald Lechner. Draconis had a bit of background information on him, and while he assumed that this man would at least have a bit more tact in his approach to addressing the Viceroyalty he did appreciate the direct nature of his actions. And then a single word stuck out to the man, causing his two aides to flinch as they noticed Draconis stop mid curl.


Treason
The rest of the chamber would go abuzz as people began talking amongst each other, some arguing but others mainly trying to ascertain as to just what this meant. A member of the Viceroyalty a traitor? What were his crimes? What did the Knights Obsidian plan to do? Draconis looked up from his seated position finally as the noise started to get to him. It was so bloody loud. So force forsakenly unnecessary and absolutely annoying with these blasted children gossiping like little girls who have just learned of someone's dirty secret. Rommer spoke once more, that cocksure voice of his ringing out causing a brief silence and then even more of a loud uproar as people began arguing even louder now. He demanded to be tried in front of his peers. That it be done so publicly. Draconis would finally stand with the large dumbbell in hand as his aides took a step back.

This childish act by the chambers ended now.

With a grunt he would slam down the dumbbell into his pod's railing, causing a massive clang of durasteel on metal followed by a booming roar.

"ENOUGH!"

The chamber would become dead quiet as Draconis looked out among his peers, the viceroyalty up in arms over something so unnecessarily blown out of proportion. His next words didn't bother to hide the absolute anger of Draconis from everyone in the room, and would be loud enough that everyone could hear him despite not using his voice projection system in his pod.

"What is the matter with all of you!? A single accusation thrown into this chamber, that someone in our ranks has been accused of being a traitor and you act like schoolgirls who have learned of a fellow student's crush on a star athlete! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELVES! You are viceroys of your planets in The Confederacy of Independent Systems! You are leaders of your people and should have the discipline to save such gossip for your personal time, and your arguments for your designated time to speak! A problem has been presented, now let us deal with it as adults and not as some mongrel pup yipping at absolutely everything!"

He would look back around as he made sure each and every one of them understood how disappointed he was. He would even make sure to nod to the speaker to apologize for speaking out of turn, even if it was to regain order of the chambers. As he finished he would gesture to the speaker, silently asking for permission to continue, a simple nod returning to him letting him know he could speak. He would continue this time, now putting his dress shirt back on as he addressed both Bastille Rommer Bastille Rommer and Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner .

"Lord Commander, you bring grave accusations of graver crimes to our doorstep. I am certain you would not do so without the utmost proof and evidence to support your case. That being said, Viceroy Rommer is correct. You would get absolutely worse than nowhere if you tried to take him to a prison to await trial. This is because I'm sure you've noticed his 'guards' are a bit on edge with your accusation but they are the least of your worries. They would attempt to stop you but assuredly would fail, as I'm assuming you also didn't get the position of Lord Commander as a political appointment. Instead you face the fact that not only would no prison be able to hold such a subject against their will, but none would volunteer as they would be subject to his people's rage and undue violence. You would cause riots, and many lives would at least be put to risk if not lost. He must be tried, openly and now. However," Draconis would hold up a finger to display there was a counter point.

"Viceroy Rommer cannot be allowed to represent himself, as such representation would be considered tainted. Being that his livelihood and life is on the line one could argue that a man such as him would say whatever he needed to survive the matter. Therefore he must be represented by one of us. He must be allowed to defend himself properly of these charges, and as much as I hate to say the words," Draconis would pause before speaking "I shall do it. As a former commander in our armed forces and as the commander in chief of the Surric Local Defense Forces, I have seen more than my fair share of court martials, non-judicial punishments and have acted as judge, jury and executor in such matters. I have proven my loyalty to the Confederacy in her entirety, both on the field of battle and in office of Viceroy of my system. I have stood steadfast in my duties and shall continue to do so. You have my word that I shall be a fair and just representative of not only the Confederacy in this matter, but of Justice. I wish for myself and our colleagues to see this evidence you have. I wish to know what you know, so that we can deliberate if this is actually treason or if this is something lesser and while still possibly punishable, not as severe. I take a threat to every citizen inside our glorious Confederacy's borders as a serious matter Lord Commander. It matters not whether they are of Geonosis, Ra'Katha, or Surric. Whether they be common citizens or Viceroys of planets, they deserve to have their voices heard. So," Draconis now looked the Lord Commander directly in his eyes.

"What say you, Lord Commander of the Knights Obsidian?"
 

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It went on and on like this, every time. Democracy had its trivial complexities, none so more as debating. She often wondered what it might be like to see a stronger handed approach, like the ancient Moffs of the First Galactic Empire. That had crumbled like so many other fleeting powers but had left its stain on the galaxy, like a pockmark for all to see. Was the CIS really all that different? Groups divided into sectors, the rights of planets often curtailed at the pleasure of the Presidium or, worse, the Knights Obsidian. They drew their power from the Charter and discharged their duties thus. She stifled another yawn as the subtle chiding from the Speaker curtailed her plans to speak anymore on CIS FIRST when something remarkable happened. She jumped into consciousness, bemused at the fracas at the grand door into the assembly. She couldn't quite see who it was, only that they were armed. The assembly soldiery hadn't stopped them which meant that this was no normal assault.​
"I am sorry to interrupt, Mr. Speaker, but I have warrant for the arrest of Bastille Rommer. The charges are treason."

Hester couldn't believe it. The man she had heard speak so tirelessly and fruitlessly on the demerits of the administration, committed to treason? She swiped through her datapad, looking to see for...she didn't know what. She was panicked. As much as he was an outspoken critic of hers, a Viceroy of the Confederacy should not be detained in such a manner. She wondered if the public broadcast had been terminated.
Draconis stood. One of the more colourful characters within her own political party, his nationalist air permeated most all he did. He was talking at length of the rights to a free and fair trial, something Hester herself felt was a little...expedited...on occasion when dealings of the Federal government were concerned. She looked at Rommer, doubtless his mood ever changing as the events unfolded.​
She said nothing. Bastille Rommer Bastille Rommer hadn't needed her help before and she was unlikely to get a word in edgeways whilst the Viceroy of Surric commanded the floor. He wanted to the take the KO on by himself, it seemed.​
Have at it, boys.



 
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The Exarch had fully expected the assembly to proceed normally. Which generally meant it would bore the life from him. He did not care for the review process of bills and laws, necessary though it was most of it was an entirely unnecessary process, especially when being completed in view of an entire forum. That being said, the Exarch followed along to the speaker's prompts, careful not to miss a single thing. His eyes did rise when the door's of the hall were thrown open by Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner and his men. This disruption caused the Exarch to rise from his seat in the Presidium pod, pulling the glasses from his face as he gazed out in confusion.

Then the words were spoken.

Bastille Rommer Bastille Rommer was wanted for treason? Almost immediately those members of his guard that were present showed a disposition that may have led to conflict. The Exarch watched the display with interest, his eyes glancing from one man to another before finally landing on Draconis Sederius Wolf Draconis Sederius Wolf . His request was an interesting one, though a foolish one. Justice was administered by the Knight's Obsidian. Viceroy or not this matter was not conducted on the authority of the Viceroyalty. Still, the Viceroy's words were admirable, even if his actions resentful.

Finally the Exarch stood, looking to Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner with an intrigued expression. "Lord-Commander. This is a valuable chance for the Viceroyalty to experience the honest and fair justice of the Knight's Obsidian. Humor us." He said, obviously lobbying for the trial to be held within the very walls of the Viceroyalty. With that he turned his eyes to Bastille with an amused gaze.

Bastille was an incredible buffoon.

But the Exarch did not believe he was a traitor. Time would tell.

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Viceroy of Tythe

Location: Tythe, calling in via hologram
Tags: Raven Thystle Raven Thystle Draconis Sederius Wolf Draconis Sederius Wolf Raphael Boucher


Chikako rubbed her temples in slight annoyance as the meeting when from a 0 to a 100 really fast. Perhaps it was vern better that today she had decided to join in via hologram, able to lower the noise of all the shouting that erupted from the other attendees as the sudden accusation thrown out by the Lord Commander.

Thankfully it was drowned out by Mr Wolf's boastful words and speech, things seeming to simmer down even as more Knight s came in with warrants and authority to arrest the man in question.
"This is getting quite complicated and fast, I would very much like some explanation myself for such action". She was not very familiar with Bastille as a person let along a Viceroy or a person who'd commit treason, but then again such a view meant any view or judging from her would be impartial and neutral.

That spark of thinking actually getting her interested in this whole debacle a focused expression appearing on her face as the Echani eyed up both parties. "I second the Exarchs words, please enlighten us to your operations and manner in which you peruse 'justice' on behalf o the Confederacy".



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