Ozymandias

The council’s murmurs grew louder as the congregation lay still. They were getting restless, all waiting for the newly elected High Chancellor to come speak to The Dominion’s elite; a young and somewhat mysterious man that had only just recently started his political career on Lorrd but managed to grow it exponentially. In only a moment's notice, he went from unknown in their area of space to one of the most influential members they had ever seen, to the dismay of many the more elderly partakes.
A silence rolled through the crowd as the alabaster politician came through to the slight swoon of the grouping; his words meeting microphone in a subtle elegance that didn’t betray the persona he put on.
“Welcome, my colleagues, Senators, and more; to our meeting.”
“To begin, I’d like to send my condolences to the Archlord and his family. He struggles from injury in these desperate times of our empire.”, his eyes panned the crowd, a scintilla of sadness permeating his tone.
“In his place, today we have his Regency; Roger Martin. He will serve as a direct line to keep our lord up to date in these times.”
Paxton motioned to the man in the seat next to him, forcing him to stand and bow before sitting.
“On today’s agenda, we must discuss our future goals and investments, our diplomatic relations with the various factions of the galaxy, the supposed controversy of our actions during the crusade, and finally various laws that govern us today.”
Shuffling papers, Paxton Bon brushed his hair aside before speaking once more.
“Firstly, we must decide if we intend to keep looking outwards with our expansion, or focus our budget and manpower inwards. Personally, I seek the latter; -”
He paused, taking a moment to breath before speaking once more;
“With the chauvinistic behavior many of us have taken on our neutral neighbors, I seek to bring those of our less colored variety into the folds of The Dominion through more peaceful means. By showing them the works we can create outside of war, through the beauty that is our construction.
Perhaps it is selfish of me to propose, but I propose funneling funding to our most developed societies, those the like of Ession, Lorrd, Neelgaimon, Mirial, and Serenno.
By making these the flagship planets of our great confederacy, I think we can usher in a golden age for the Outer Rim, and with it an influx of both substantial economic, but cultural scale as well.”
He leave off on that with a smile, waiting for the next to stand and make their point in turn. Although, deep down he somewhat detested the idea of people becoming combative to his ideas, but now wasn’t the time to let petty squabbles ruin his grandiose plan. He had things to do, after all.
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