Nick Sept
Worst Ghost in the Galaxy
Nick grunted rather calmly, holding a stack of copies in his hand. Basically, the letter involved blaming the current Republic for every thrice-blasted thing in the galaxy.
Still, in a sense, they weren't wrong. War, pain suffering, madness, the occasional bit of hooplah, and a great deal of self-loathing. A jedi wishing an insurrection on the government. A call for reform. Well, the senator -elect had staked his campaign on reform. For clones, for people, for every other fool trying to make their way in this poodoo cover circus of a galaxy. He grunted and sat down, pouring a cup of decent-tasting coffee on the table. He turned to poet.
"Think any of the senators may show up?" He mused to his subordinate officer-turned assistant.
"Hell, I hope so. That little guy who keeps talking about peace and reform, Taff, he's likely, he's got guts. Drump, he's a loose cannon, but I think even loose cannons appreciate the issue of job security. A very real issue has come on our doorstep, literally. And we need to acknowledge and address it."
Poet blinked. "Comman--er, boss man," he corrected himself, old habits dying hard, "do you really think that this poster matters that much? It's just an opinion piece form a Jedi."
Sept sighed. "Sadly, the Jedi can become arbiters of public opinion quickly."
(OOC: every senator is welcome to attend this meeting, I just tagged the ones I could think of and remember the name as I was writing this)
[member="Auru Taff"] [member="Tonald Drump"] [member="Janira Fenni"] [member="Jack Sparrow"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]
Still, in a sense, they weren't wrong. War, pain suffering, madness, the occasional bit of hooplah, and a great deal of self-loathing. A jedi wishing an insurrection on the government. A call for reform. Well, the senator -elect had staked his campaign on reform. For clones, for people, for every other fool trying to make their way in this poodoo cover circus of a galaxy. He grunted and sat down, pouring a cup of decent-tasting coffee on the table. He turned to poet.
"Think any of the senators may show up?" He mused to his subordinate officer-turned assistant.
"Hell, I hope so. That little guy who keeps talking about peace and reform, Taff, he's likely, he's got guts. Drump, he's a loose cannon, but I think even loose cannons appreciate the issue of job security. A very real issue has come on our doorstep, literally. And we need to acknowledge and address it."
Poet blinked. "Comman--er, boss man," he corrected himself, old habits dying hard, "do you really think that this poster matters that much? It's just an opinion piece form a Jedi."
Sept sighed. "Sadly, the Jedi can become arbiters of public opinion quickly."
(OOC: every senator is welcome to attend this meeting, I just tagged the ones I could think of and remember the name as I was writing this)
[member="Auru Taff"] [member="Tonald Drump"] [member="Janira Fenni"] [member="Jack Sparrow"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]