Memoirs of a Regicide (Star Wars/Political/IC)

by **Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States** » Sat Mar 07, 2020 3:38 pm

MEMOIRS OF A REGICIDE

Mon Mothma, Supreme Chancellor of the Republic
Aboard Home One
Temporary seat of Government
In orbit above Coruscant

“I am truly sorry, but no. And that is final”

Seated in his wheelchair, Luke Skywalker should have looked less regal than he did. As a matter of fact, however, he looked as strong as he had ever done. Adrenaline had kept him standing during the collapse of the Death Star, and for some time afterwards. But the celebration on Endor had not yet come to an end when he collapsed under his own weight, his muscles and neurons blasted with the power of Dark Side lightning. It would take some time for his wounds to heal, before his legs could support him again. Yet, for the inconvenience of his body, his spirit had lost none of its potency.

Mon Mothma looked at him with a frown. Becoming a secretary in a chancellery cabinet was not an honour lightly turned down, and yet Luke did not even give it a moment of consideration. A flat-out refusal to join the ranks in a new galactic bureaucracy, one that was in dire need of dependable individuals. Perhaps even more so than it needed competent individuals, although that was a high second on the new Supreme Chancellor’s list.

“If Luke is not in, then I’m not in either” a gruff voice from the back of the room said. Seated in the shadows, his dirty imperial navy boots stretched out over a coffee table, Han Solo was shaking his head. Of all those present in the room, aside from Chewbacca, Solo had shown the least interest in Republic politics. Even with the rank of general bestowed upon him, Solo had always remained a pilot at heart. Laudable in war, perhaps, but this was peace. Lando Calrissian, seated next to Solo in a similar fashion to his long-time friend, merely had to shake his own head as well for Mothma to get the message.

“Force help me… Leia, Gial, please speak some sense into them!” Mothma exclaimed. Leia, standing behind her brother with a hand resting on his shoulder, sighed. She had always been resolute, dauntless, unafraid, and unwavering. Now, she looked uncertain and doubtful, as if unsure how to proceed.

“I believe Luke is right” she said, adding to Mothma’s exasperation. “We need the Jedi Order back, and Luke can’t do that if he has to keep the universe from collapsing”

“The Jedi Order won’t have much to protect if the Republic falls” Mothma retorted. She had never been quick to predict the end of their efforts, even as she tirelessly lead the rebel alliance. But right now, she had lost her patience with what she saw as a careless attitude of her friends and allies.

“Without the Jedi Order…” Luke said, kindly and patiently. “There will be very little to protect the Republic. It cannot be protected through military might alone. Ask Palpatine”

“I object to that statement!” Gial Ackbar shouted, gesticulating heavily. He usually remained quiet during these conversations, but he would not hesitate to defend the honour of his own fighting force from any detractors, friend or foe. “Comparing my fleet with that bunch of murderers and cutthroats Tarkin insisted on calling a ‘navy’ lacks all basis in reality”

“And yet, admiral, you yourself told me that you would trade four cruisers for a Jedi, did you not?” Luke replied, matching none of the aggression that Ackbar had flung his way.

Mon Calamari did not run red with anger, but if Ackbar’s physiology had allowed for it he would have.

“My word! You are just like your father, you… you…” He started, but Mon Mothma cut him off.

“Gial, that’s enough.” She said.

“But he makes a point, Luke, in that you resemble your father more than your mother. She would not have hesitated to…”

“To do what is right, above all else” Leia finished her sentence, awarding Mothma with a poisonous glare. “Which is just what Luke is doing”

“Besides…” she added. “You can count on me, Mon, as always. I will be ready to form any cabinet with you”

“Thank you” Mon Mothma said, the gratitude not quite eclipsing the annoyance that still bubbled underneath. Every minute spent arguing among themselves was another moment the galaxy was slipping towards the edge, and they did not need any delays. If only they understood that this situation required as much urgency of any military campaign.

“And I will, of course, retain my position as Supreme Commander” Ackbar said. “I will not have some Prefbelt-raised bureaucrat ram my cruisers into asteroids”

“Thank you, Gial” Mothma added. She looked down at her notes, spread on the table before her.

“That means that we now have Leia as Senate Speaker, and a Supreme Commander. We still lack secretaries for the economy, finances, housing and development, internal affairs, justice, food and rural affairs, health, and education. We will have to widen our net if we want to create a cabinet…”

“And we will need Senate approval” Leia added, a sentiment Mon Mothma wanted to object to but could not under the present circumstances.

“Alright. Get the word out, we’ll see if there are any people who are willing not to shoot us on sight” Mon Mothma said, starting to store her notes in her briefcase.

Galactic Headlines

Chancellery Cabinet
Mon Motha, Supreme Chancellor of the Republic, is looking for people to fill currently-vacant roles in her cabinet. While insider sources report that she was first looking among personal confidants, it is now clear that she will have to look beyond that if she is going to find competent people to partake in her chancellery. In a public statement she confirmed that she will ask the Senate to ratify her picks as soon as she has a complete cabinet to present.

Stock markets fall
While the Death Star I was constructed over a period of over 20 years, with gradual funding provided by the regular imperial budget, the Death Star II required a sudden and vast investment in order to allow for its completion. The empire achieved this through the sale of bonds, for which prospective buyers could pay by taking low-interest loans from the banks of Muunilist. The destruction of the Death Star II, however, made those bonds worthless overnight. Privately, Muun bankers have voiced concerns that this loss has increased their risk of insolvency, and has asked the Republican government for monetary assistance to mitigate as least some of the losses. Meanwhile, the sudden loss of capital in the stock market has led to a cascading effect on other stock options.

Ilum Riots
Meanwhile, the army garrison on Ilum has come under siege. The mining operations on the planet, responsible for collecting kyber crystals for Death Star construction, were overseen by some of the most brutal and loyal officers and soldiers the imperial army could muster. While the Empire has transformed into the Republic, the officers and soldiers are still the same. The 606th Stormtrooper Legion was responsible for keeping the planet productive, through hard reprisals against dissidents. Now, with general halt orders having been given to all imperial army units, riots against the Legion have started. In the centers of unrest, firebombs and rocks are regularly flung at passing troop transports. Two petitions have arrived in the Coruscant Senate: one from the local populace, asking for the 606th Legion to be withdrawn from their world, and another from general Kar Byrass, asking that his Legion be allowed to restore order.

by **Danubian Peoples** » Sat Mar 07, 2020 4:53 pm

Supreme Commander Gobroo. The most powerful Wookiee in the galaxy. He had Kashyyyk-both the planet and the system under his grasp. His Freedom Fighters had just won themselves a victory against the now dead Empire. He had cells on various worlds, from Outer Rim backwaters to the Unknown regions. And yet, he was weak. For despite-or because of the ferocity the Freedom Fighters had fought with, very few thoughts of the after had come into the minds of its top brass. No constitution, no legal code, nothing. And now, with peace having been achieved, there was time to discuss once again. Time to discuss things contrary to Gobroo's vision. Time to dissent.

And Gobroo would not like dissent.

Gobroo sat with his high command inaa refurbished Imperial complex on Kashyyyk. Despite the history the building had it was for now, the seat of power.

Gobroo began to roar, to yell, to speak in his native language. An outsider would see it as barbaric, but within this building there are no outsiders-they had made sure of that.

'I am Gobroo, Supreme Commander of the Freedom Fighters, and today we are gathered to create a new state. Independent, free from outside opression, chains shall hang from Wookiee necks no longer in this new state. One by Wookiees, and for Wookiees.'

Voices began to fill the room. Oshyk, a valiant Wookiee general who led many glorious victories, spoke.

'Supreme Commander, did you not pledge fealty to the Alliance to Restore the Republic? Did you not join them in their war to bring back what was lost? And would this not mean that Kashyyyk is to return to the Republic, returned to its former place in the galaxy?'

More voices filled the room. Gobroo showed a furrowed brow.

'That agreement was pragmatic, a necessary deal to strike so as to destroy the enemy. But with the Empire's demise, the agreement is null and void.' replied Gobroo.

'And what of the Trandoshans?' asked Akchawwaa, another Wookiee who had won himself a place in Gobroo's high command through a good military record. The voices became louder, as some showed signs of disgust at the mere mention of the name. Despite the tense atmosphere, Akchawwaa continued to speak.

'Do we not fight for equality, Gobroo? Are these beings, whose star we share with not also deserving of equality? Have they not also joined our ranks so as to right the crimes of past? And for their honor and courage in fighting under our banner and fighting for what is right, do they not deserve the equality that we espouse?'

'Silence!' yelled Gobroo. 'And no. Not a single one of them shall hold a place of honor in our state. Their crimes of past will never be washed away!'

While Gobroo's statement should've silenced the room, the rabble only intesnified. Questions were asked. Should Gobroo even be Supreme Commander? Why do we even have a Supreme Commander? Is Gobroo even deserving of military command?

The dissent grew unbearable for Gobroo. He clenched the weapon he held holstered on one of his belts, as the room seemed to be begging for a shootout. With tensions seemingly about to grow to a peak, a communication was handed to Gobroo. Reports of unrest on Ilum. The destruction of the Empire had prompted the opressed underclass to riot.

'Quiet,' said Gobroo. 'We have news. Ilum is currently in turmoil, prompted by the destruction of the Galactic Empire. The downtrodden have risen up!'

Now this, everyone in the room knew. The rabble stopped, and a motion passed. For everyone in the room, they knew war.

Later that day Gobroo sent out a command to the Freedom Fighter cell operating in Ilum. They had been there for a while, disrupting Imperial activities as a means to throw a wrench in their war machine. And now they were being ordered to stand with the revolting workers.

And with the message sent out, Gobroo retreated to his quarters. The day had been tough on him. And they would only get tougher. For you can stop a blaster bolt with a thick enough plate of Plasteel. But there is no stopping of an idea. And if these ideas demand your removal, then there may be no stopping that either. Gobroo sat, thinking. Perhaps and old aquaintance could aid in his struggle...

by **Puertollano** » Sat Mar 07, 2020 5:00 pm

The dust settled across the galaxy. The children of this new era were born without the tyranny of the Emperor or the Empire, but a great amount of work was still to be done to create a better galaxy for the new generation. Or at least, that's what was supposed to have happened. Murrea Jos was acquainted with the news of the galaxy, the inability of Chancellor Mon Mothma to fill her own cabinet. The stock market crash. The impending revolution on Ilum against former Imperial garrisons. In every sense of the word, Murrea was not a builder, he was a revolutionary. He was purely interested in tearing down the Empire who did him and his people harm, but it seemed his work was not yet done in a post-Imperial world. The consolidation of the galaxy under a new Chancellor was worrisome, although he did note that Mothma was not a Palpatine. But neither was Palpatine before he issued himself emergency powers. The Partisans was reluctant to stomach another inter-galactic government ruled from the Core Worlds, in the interest of avoiding bloodshed once again, Murrea gave the discretion that the Partisans will wait to see what this new Republic will bring. The issue that struck Murrea the greatest, though, was the riots on Ilum. For him, it was not long ago that his own compatriots were fighting the Imperials for the kyber crystals on NahJedha, now former Imperial Legionaries are petitioning the new Republic to allow them to slaughter the workers in Ilum. Whatever impact it would have, the Partisans issued an official statement on Ilum, in an attempt to influence the position of the Chancellor and give a shot in the arm to the restless workers.

Official Statement from the Partisans

In solidarity, the Partisan Remnants of Salobea stand with the workers of Ilum working in the extraction of the kyber-crystals. The military garrison of former Imperial allegiance should be immediately disbanded and their leaders and co-conspirators arrested and put on trial for their collusion with the late Emperor Palpatine. Their heinous actions, which cannot be considered anything less than war crimes, must be held accountable. The Partisans strongly advise that the Chancellor of this new Republic do not side with General Kar Byrass, as if he is given his way, the blood of many Outer Rim workers will be slaughtered in vain. The repressions of the Empire should have ended, yet we are seeing these elements sympathetic to the former Empire pressure this new government in the Core Worlds to kill, attack and slaughter our people.

It became abundantly clear that the Outer Rim was defenseless should the burgeoning Republic support the garrison over the restless workers of Ilum. That too, threatened the existence of the Partisans, but also threatened the delicate balance of many other organisations and para-governments that had formed after the wake of the Empire. Murrea passed on communications to the Freedom Fighters of Kashyyk, the National Progressive Party and the Hutt Clan's representatives in the Outer Rim. The topic: a regional defense force of the Outer Rim. Murrea believed power came from the barrel of a laser pistol, and the Outer Rim has no power in the inter-galactic discussion if it does not have the power to back up its words. He hoped to receive responses from these groups soon enough.

by **The Empire of Tau** » Sat Mar 07, 2020 7:53 pm

The galaxy is in a state of chaos. The death of the Empire has brought upon great changes, good and bad. Trillions have been left without home, food, water, and likewise in the Outer-Rim and Mid-Rim. Stebla, the current Chairperson of the National Progressive Party, had called upon the party to form the first Union Congress to discuss the state of the galaxy at large. The planned congress is only three weeks away from the current day, and the planet of Ista is the hoster - an industrial and mining planet in the Mid-Rim. In the meanwhile, preppers, security planners, and the likes, have the task of ensuring that the congress event will go smoothly. The various internal factions of the National Progressive Party were also getting ready for the congress with their speeches and opinions for when their rep will stand up and speak for their faction.

The Salobea Partisans had contacted the NPP and wished to talk about a regional defense force. Not only did the Republic prose a major threat to Stebla plans to form a new state, but the Imperial warlords and remnants were another major issue. Recently, coverage of the ongoing violence in the Mid-Rim and Outer-Rim has reached many in the galaxy. The various paramilitary and militia groups under the NPP had been engaging in heavy fighting, be it conventional warfare and or irregular warfare, against the Imperial remnant and warlords. The worst of the fighting is seen within the Mid-Rim, where the NPP holds a vast majority of their support-base, with the Outer-Rim following behind. The issue of such ongoing war will be touched upon soon, but at the congress, which is in three weeks. For the time being, Stebla plans to gain better control over the party’s paramilitary and militia groups, but who knows how long that will take. What is more, the stock market has crashed - not a surprising fact given the state of the galaxy and the collapse of the Empire. If anything, the meeting with the Partisans will likely involve these groups for obvious reasons. Stebla has agreed to meet up with Partisans with a short notice message sent to Murrea. “The National Progressive Party will happily discuss the matters of a regional defense force.”

Official Statement From the National Progressive Party on the Issue of IIum
The National Progressive Party stands to condone any action taken against the crystal miners on Ilum by the military garrison. The Chancellor, by our advice, should immediately hold General Kar Byrass and his officers as war criminals. If the Republic stands for change and hope then the Chancellor should understand that by supporting a former Imperial Legion will only make the Republic no more worse than the Empire. The oppressive nature of the Empire should end at IIum and elsewhere around the galaxy. The Republic needs to stand with the people and workers and fight against the Imperial Warlords that inhabit the Mid and Outer-Rim, not join them in their war crimes.

by **Kassaran** » Sat Mar 07, 2020 9:08 pm

Corellia System, Corellia Sector
Orbital Garrison OS-113
Office of the Moff

Two Weeks ABE
The execution of Mal Tygnus had come and gone without much complaint and the Imperial forces present in the Corellian Sector had quickly been marshalled to arms by Moff Covylus. Combat patrols extended only to the extent of the sub-sector with planets being informed that assistance would be limited in the coming days. Corellia itself had experienced an unprecedented influx of ex-imperial forces. Tens of thousands of imperial soldiers and officers now were being quartered in garrisons deployed within many of the major cities and reports of crime had almost entirely disappeared. Some reports of abuse against civilians and some rough-handling during simple patrols had cropped up, but nothing too far out of the ordinary.

Quite extraordinarily were the dozens of Star Destroyers now parked in varying orbits and positions over Corellia. The entire planet had not seen any significant presence of rebel forces as had been expected, but that had not released the vice of the remnant forces present. Very quickly, the economy was beginning to buckle beneath the weight of so much and Moff Covylus knew it better than anyone. He could see the streams of personnel and sustainment operations going on. His signature was upon the decrees and declarations that had repurposed luxury food items for processing and consumption by army and naval personnel.

The civilians had begun protests only a few days before and, while stormtroopers had managed to pacify the crowds outright, the underlying restlessness and the words of a 'New Republic' had brought Covylus to draft a series of requests to the previous rebels. Now, though, he would need to begin relaxing his restrictions on trade and vessels entering and exiting Corellian sector space. The Corellian Run and the Corellian Trade Spire both were ready to break and collapse without effective governing and piracy had grown in reports as much as five times before the Battle of Endor.

Checking over the draft of his message once more, he made a few notation and sent it off to be fully notarized and sent through the HoloNet. It would not be much longer than an hour for the message to reach Coruscant.

Faction Headlines

Chancellory Cabinet
Corellian parliamentary and military forces continue to remain uninvolved with matters of administration within the New Republic until confirmation of their stated interests are given.

Stock Markets Fall
Economic shares in Corellian ventures continue to fall after the halt of most large-scale shipyards on and around the planet. Many blame curfew restrictions imposed on major centers of urban activity which have been in place since the Battle of Endor two weeks prior. Sector trade continues to remain largely stagnant after military stoppages along the Corellian Trade Spire and the Corellian Run were imposed. There are rumors that the curfew will soon be lifted in response to potential New Republic cooperation with Corellian administrators.

Ilum Riots
Corellian military and Sector Governor, Moff Covylus, has issued an order to the army garrison on Ilum, formally ordering a force reduction and has requested permission to allow a squadron of Imperial class Star Destroyers and several Freighter Transports, to pass along major hyperlanes to quickly extract garrisoned assets and forces present. Moff Covylus has expressed a desire to withdraw the 606^th to the Corellian Sector to undergo immediate 'administrative transition'.

Shipyard Retooling
Several large-scale orbital shipyards have been informed of new requests which will involve major retooling of present machinery and metalworks. Overall production of TIE/ln Star Fighters has ceased since the production-order stop was given by Moff Covylus two weeks ago.

Corellian Parliament Reforming
Moff Covylus has informed many public leaders of the refounding of the Corellian Parliament and the reinstitution of the Corellian Security Forces as a new civil law and order entity. It is expected that as many as 200 delegates will be elected to the Corellian Parliament in upcoming elections, however it remains to be seen if a New Republic Senate position will also be voted upon. Moff Covylus retains sole authority of the military forces on and above Corellia.

by **Danubian Peoples** » Sat Mar 07, 2020 9:23 pm

Gobroo sat quietly in his quarters. The room was silent, in stark contrast to the increasingly heated debates that were erupting in his ranks. Calls for his removal, rumors of Trandoshan assasins, a general feeling of tension gripped the Freedom Fighters. Peace itself seemed like a curse. Gobroo held a paw to his one-eyed face, and thought. Perhaps he was too idealistic, with goals to lofty, too unreasonable. Perhaps the Republic wasn't so bad after all. And perhaps this New Republic will be better. And maybe-

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A communique distracted him from his contemplation. Gobroo read through it and started thinking again. It was an invitation. Sent from the Partisans, a resistance movement that was nearly destroyed when its ranks were decimated by the Death Star several years ago. The topic, an alliance. Some sort of regional defense organization. A way to fend off other powers and increase their leverage against the growing New Republic. Such an alliance could potentially bolster his precarious position, Gobroo thought. It made perfect sense to try this out. And so he would.

The top brass were assembled again. The same faces that nearly came to blows the last time around all gathered once again, in the same room, in the same building, but to discuss something else. Gobroo began.

'My comrades, we assemble here today to discuss an offer of alliance I received recently.'

The growls and grunts that permeated the room were more hushed this time. Loud tones would be met with loud reactions, and loud reactions nearly cost a few of them their lives.

'It is a communique from the Partisans, a fellow resistance movement that also holds sway in the Mid and Outer Rims. They seek the creation of a regional defense pact with a few of the powers of the Mid and Outer Rims. An agreement like this could change everything. It would allow us to exercise leverage over our rivals, facilitate the movement of goods, services and, arms, and can even allow us to stand against the New Republic!'

The hushed grunts morphed into growls. New Republic supporters like Oshyk showed faces of disapproval.

'Now, let us not forget the benefits I mentioned earlier. We could also, spread our influence to further reaches than ever! Imagine hundreds of Ilums,' Gobroo said, referencing the cell they had stationed on the planet and Illum's distance from Kashyyyk. While it was a marvel that their logistics could support such an endeavor, planets like Illum were few and far between. Most cells were on worlds with an ample supply of material or close proximity to Kashyyyk.

'We could spread our righteous creed, perhaps even past the Unknown Regions!'

With this, Gobroo ended his statement. The others began to discuss this alliance. In the end, they had reached a resolution. Gobroo would indeed meet up with the Partisans-accompanied by Oshyk and Akchawwaa, some of Gobroo's staunchest opponents, to better reprsent the full spectrum of views the Freedom Fighters held. Really it was just a means to placate them until a permanent solution could be found. Gobroo thought of an old friend of his in the NPP, and wondered if this is what his superiors feel like.

by **Dalria** » Sun Mar 08, 2020 12:37 am

Tywin Montwinn
Etti IV

Several Days after the Battle of Endor...

Tywin paced back and forth; examining the several individuals who surrounded the table, via in person and hologram.

"Word has arrived and the Emperor is dead, the Empire has fallen" various individuals whispered in hushed tones while some gasped. "I am sending the Picket Fleet to guard our most vulnerable hyper-routes. As the Executive Directorship Board, we must come up with a plan of action and our first order of business is to halt the construction of the Imperial Palace. All those in favor of halting the monstrosity of a monument, say aye"

It was unanimous, "aye" was repeated by the various board members. As a client-state of The Empire, Palpatine had ordered the construction of the palace to the ire of the Direx Board weeks before his demise. The Corporate Sector Authority had reaped many benefits of being an Imperial client-state but many of the board members held animosity towards the lack of autonomy they had under the regime. Tywin nodded, swiping on a digital pad, relaying the order to halt the construction of an Imperial Palace.

"What does this exactly mean for the fate of our security? Most of the Rebel scum hold aversion towards the CSA and our endeavors. I don't exactly think the new regime will have positive sentiments about an Imperial sympathizing, corporate fiefdom" the representative of Sienar Fleet Systems chimed out.

Tywin didn't disagree, the Corporate Sector Authority had proudly supported it's Imperial ties. Only one of the signatory-sponsors, Galactic Electronics, had aided the Rebellion during the Battle of Hoth and had been severely punished after the process. Not only was the Authority Imperial sympathizers but often were worse than the Empire itself, executing dissenters and practicing in species-wide slavery.

"I've heard more interesting news from Coruscant; Mon Mathma and her followers have succeeded in forming the New Republic, it has been gaining traction and several hundred systems have already joined. With the demise of The Empire, the New Republic is left as the undisputed force in the galaxy. To go back to the question of the fate of our security, we must now secure ties with the New Republic if we wish to exist and continue our corporate dominance throughout the galaxy. It is in the interest of every member for us to establish dialogue with the New Republic" Tywin began but was met with disagreement in the form of mumbling.

"Some of the members of the New Republic have already began boycotting the CSA and in order to combat this, I am reforming the Galactic Corporate Policy League to represent the Corporate Sector Authority and establish protocol for dealing with the New Republic. While maintaining my position was Executive Officer, I shall be leading this delegation to Coruscant for open dialogue with the New Republic. I will establish a residence upon Coruscant and while I am away, the Prex shall fill my duties as overseer of the board."

As Tywin glared at his fellow board members, eagerly awaiting their response, he was met with a silence and unanimous nod. He took a deep breath in and smiled, "I will conclude this board meeting, long live the Corporate Sector Authority" Tywin banged his gavel. Immediately, Tywin sent a holomessage to Mon Mathma that read:

To her excellency Mon Mathma,

I am Tywin Montwinn, Executive Officer of the Corporate Sector Authority. I congratulate you on your victory over The Empire and your mission to establish peace throughout the galaxy. I apologize for the late response but word has just reached the Corporate Sector about the establishment of your New Republic. That being said, I'd like to normalize relations between the New Republic and the Corporate Sector Authority. I'd like to open up dialogue about the assimilation of the Corporate Sector into the New Republic, although we have wary parties on both ends, unification and avoidance of an embargo is at the forefront of my mind. As we speak, I am heading to Coruscant, at your earliest convenience I'd like to schedule a meeting.

Long Live the New Republic

Two Weeks after The Battle of Endor...

Tywin had arrived on the planet of Coruscant, establishing the makeshift embassy for the Corporate Sector Authority and Galactic Corporate Policy League Headquarters. Since arriving on the planet, Tywin had been gauging the general consensus about the Corporate Sector Authority among the officials in Coruscant. Once again, many that fought alongside The Republic disliked the CSA for their authoritarian nature and even more so, hated the thought of corporate representation in the senate just as the corrupt Old Republic. Tywin eagerly awaited response from Mon Mathma, it would be an interesting conversation to say the least.

by **Mirial Magna** » Sun Mar 08, 2020 8:02 am

Fensell Staiar

Mercy V

10 days after the Battle of Endor...

It was a long supply run from Kashyyk. The Victor Cell had not only purchased food and water, they also bought building materials, tools, and medicine. It had been one of the most expensive aid runs yet. But Staiar was not deterred.
"Exiting hyperspace, sir." The pilot said to Fensell.
"Make landfall at the coordinates on screen." Fensell replied. The pilot simply nodded in response. "PK6, do you speak Ewok?" Fensell asked his protocol droid.
"Ewok is among the many languages I speak, master Staiar." The droid replied. Meanwhile, in the background, the unloading crew of the Mercy V was making small talk about the emperor's demise. The ship landed in one of the few clearings on Endor. This clearing was made just a few days ago, and is where the Shield Bunker once stood.
"Alright lads, the sooner we get these supplies to the Ewoks, the sooner you can retire. So let's move!" Fensell said as he got up to help the crew unload.
"Sir, yes sir!" The unloading crew said in almost perfect unison.
The past 15 years had been a trying time for each man. Though none of them were combatants, they were all treated as such. "Maybe that Skywalker kid is right about the force, because how else would this ship still be flying?" Staiar thought to himself while helping his men unload. "PK, contact the Ewok chief, tell him that aid has arrived for his people." Fensell ordered his droid.
"I'll be right there, master Staiar." PK6 replied as he got off the ship to go towards the village.
About an hour later, PK6 returned with an entire band of Ewoks. "The Great Ewok Chief Chirpa would like to thank you for your generosity, human." PK6 translated.
"PK, ask the chief where his village is so we may deliver these supplies to the people." Staiar replied.
"The Great Ewok Chief Chirpa says that his village is 5 kilometers to the north of here." PK6 said, translating Chief Chirpa word for word.
Staiar grabbed his remote control, and ran a code for all the carts to head north for 5 kilometers. After this, he asked PK6 to inform the Chief of their departure.
"The Great Ewok Chief Chirpa would like to once again thank you for the generosity you have extended towards the Ewoks. Your name, Fensell Staiar, will be forever remembered in the tales of Ewok heroes." PK6 said to Fensell.
Soon, the carts returned with gifts inside of them. Just like that, Fensell, PK6, and the rest of the crew of the Mercy V had taken off towards Coruscant.

by **Flowerdell** » Sun Mar 08, 2020 12:20 pm

Tarsus Valorum

Chaos. That’s all there seems to be these days. Total and utter chaos.

The celebrations had gone on for days at the fall of the Empire and the death of one of the Galaxy’s many tyrants. Tarsus never attended them. The future was a more pressing affair to prepare for. One man's death was not simply the end of this torrid affair, rejoicing at the destruction of an old man as his Generals and Admirals commit despicable crimes on distant unknowable planets was hardly a rational decision.

Still, the masses needed some joy. Though to the citizens of planets like Ilum, joy had not yet come.

Tarsus intended to bring light on the subject to the entire Galaxy.

He had spoken at himself in a mirror for hours, switched back and forth between outfits, edited his speech more times than could be counted. The advisers he paid handsomely to make him look if not regal then at least dashing ran about in a frantic panic. So many colours dashed past his eyes as fabric suffocated him that he could barely remember where he was, the whirl of events pushing him forward to his moment of destiny.

His first speech in the Senate.

His first speech to the Universe as a whole.

He could not mess it up.

“Senator, the delegations are waiting. Are you prepared?”

The voice came from the door to his office. A clerk of some kind wielding his data pad with growing impatience. The finishing touches had been made.

“Of course. Lead the way.”

The Bothan led him down the halls of the ship. A hulking beast, but one of the few locations fit to serve the new Galactic body.

“Now, sir, as you know the Senator from Serenno will speak first, followed by-”

He had known it all. Having read through the Senate's business at least four times by now. The clerks voice faded into the echoey corridor as he withdrew into himself. Breathing in. Breathing out.

“Good luck, Senator.”

They were there. Everyone was there.

His platform, like the Senate of old, moved into the open as camera droids focused on him and his presence was announced.

“Senator Tarsus Valorum of Coruscant is recognised.”

Breathe in. Breathe out.

3.. 2.. 1..

“My fellow citizens. You have celebrated and rejoiced. We have all celebrated and rejoiced in these beginning days of a new Galaxy. How could we not? Democracy has returned to us once more like an old friend from childhood. For that is truly what democracy is for many of us. I must confess I was but a boy when the Republic fell and in its place a corrupt tyrant arose. I have not lived long enough to know what it is to vote. Or to protest. Or to simply hope.

You have given me it all.

Hope most of all.

Yet there are those in the Galaxy that still have none. Those that we have swept along with us but who merely got scraps from the banquet we laid out. Those that live still under oppression, oppression we in our present form mandate!

You know I speak of Illum. You know I speak of the 606th.

Illum has no hope.

As you all were for us, for me, so you must be hope for them.

Citizens of the Republic! Citizens of planets both distant and near, hear me!

How can we hope to change everything when we abide by such despicable propagandists and murderers!

Palpatine was the head of the snake, true, but there was an entire menagerie beneath him. A menagerie that hopes we shall merely pretend they had committed no part in the previous government so long as they bow to our new Order as they did the previous.

Is that who we are? Is that what we believe in?

Was Mandalore purged so that we break bread with it’s purgers?

Was Alderaan destroyed so that we may provide arms to its destroyers?

I think not. I think too many died for us to sit idly by and allow yet more death to come about.

The 606th wants authority over a broken planet. A planet they mined, stripped and tossed to the side in an effort to build a station that killed billions. They have the audacity to not only ignore their past, but try to continue their crimes into the future.

No, my Republic. That is not who we are.

You must organise, you must make your will known to this body and our parliament on Corellia.

You must say with open arms that this is not the rebellion you supported but the Empire you crushed beneath you.

Senators. This is not a question of helping the dear General. This is so much more than that. This is a question of our character.

I would submit to the record that I call not for a vote on the matter at hand. I call for a vote on the complete withdrawal of the 606th and the court martial of General Karr Byras.

Maybe then, when justice is done, will Illum have hope once more.”

by **Taridaria** » Sun Mar 08, 2020 1:51 pm

EWAVDI, Senator of Mirlial

The bar thrummed with people from all over, Ewavdi deigning to taking a drink every now and then, being sure to monitor his intake. These celebrations meant everything to so many of these people. They danced like slaves freed of bonds. As disenfranchised allowed a voice once more... No. Not allowed. Earned. Fought for -with every fervent effort available to them. Tearing at the fabric of oppression. Torn down the tapestry weaved of shadow, and allowing the light back into life.

How could he deny them the pleasure? How could he deny them the chance? How could he offer them even the faintest traces of disappointment, when their joy was so pure? And if that meant accepting another drink from some beautiful Twi'leki twins... well, he was not going to be the one to sour their night, now was he? Offering the two the most disarming smile he could, flushing a slight tint darker green at their obvious pleasure, he took the drink and the kisses they offered his cheeks. Downing the liquid, discarding the elegant glass on a passing tray, he took a hand in either, twirling them closer to him, entering into the crowd.

He managed to enjoy them for another few minutes, smiling at passing holo-recorders, when one of his staff tapped him on the shoulder. "Sir. Your speech is in an hour? And we have yet to go over the..." The man rose a brow towards the two hanging off him. "...We have yet to go over your talking points." Ewavdi frowned at the interruption, sighing exasperatedly towards the two. "Time to go fix the Galaxy. Again." He offered them an exaggerated pout, conveying how little he wished to leave, before getting their contact details, letting the aid escort him to the transport.

"One would have hoped for more understanding, Ria'njo…" He sat down behind his desk, the medium transport having been serving as his mobile office for the last few weeks. "...It is not everyday that one is allowed the pleasures of free drinks and even free-er affections." He winked at the older man, who became flustered, before he walked over to a screen and started pointing at missives. "The banking clan is making a move. Or at least - The Muunilist. I have placed-" Ewavdi shook his head. "I saw the report. A blatant effort to re-spin the fact that they helped build a superweapon which literally blew up in their faces." The aid frowned. "I thought you would be..." Again he interrupted. "Of course I am. We push for a limited bailout. Just enough to cover their asses. Limit the hammer when it falls on the staff." The older man looked at him, his eyes narrowing. "I know. Regulations. Bad word. We are not regulating them. We are offering them a bailout, so they can keep going, don't fuck up the economy. And don't lay off the workforce. That is our primary concern there. We are fighting for the people." This earned him a nod. "You know that won't help. They will lay them off anyway. Unless-" "Unless we protect the staff prior handshake. Can you get on that?" Another nod.

As the man made a note in his dairy, Ewavdi sat back in his chair. Steepling his hands. "What have you heard of the 606?" The man looked up, shaking his head. "It looks bad. Byrass has pushed for-" "Let me guess... military intervention?" "Yes. He is nothing of not-" "A fucking racist? Warmonger?" "...consistent… in his behaviors. What is our movement there?" Ewavdi closed his eyes, running all he knew of this through his mind. "Contact our former rebel allies. The ones that have made their way to the top. Suggest that the Republic send a representative under the guise of negotiations." The older man rose a brow. "I am guessing that is not all they are going to be doing?" Ewavdi smirked. "Suggest a recall of the 606, suggest to them that there is some other... more pressing effort." "You wan them off the planet?" A nod. "Lure them, out of their bunker. Away from their weapons." "Then what? The planet cannot be left open." Another nod. "Of course not. When the 606 is off, the representative can use the fact that we have a warrant for his-" "Byrass?" "-Yes. Offer them his trail for war crimes, as a foothold to station a friendly Rebel force on the planet. Add in some aid for representation. Some resources. Don't promise too much, but get them to talk." The older man listened, making nodes. "So, we get the 606 off, away from a stronghold, undermining an uprising. Makes us look effective since its a big move. We stabilize a planet. We are tough on war crimes. We keep a military force on Ilum. I like it." Ewavdi smiled. "Thought you might. Like I said. For the people. We need to get a noose around this loss of life. There are too many people left who are looking for a reason to kill. And too many of them... with good reasons."

As the aid finished his reports, Ewavdi rose a brow at the man. "Anything else on the agenda?" "Your speech. Or rather. The fact that you don't have one. I took a moment to write up somethi-" "No, no. I'll wing it. You know I am on my best when I am on the fly." "Not half as good as you could be with some prep." He rolled his eyes at the man.

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"They are ready for you." Ewavdi nodded, having listened to the Valorum heir. A bit idealistic. A bit... platitude-y for his own tastes. Not really offering that much in way of actually answering the various calls. But... there was the charm. The attention. The good will. He was going to be a good politician. A popular one. "Send our proposal to that one." He nodded to Valorum, his aid getting to work as Ewavdi stepped forward.

"Senator Ewavdi of Mirial, is recognised"

"Mirial agrees with the sentiments of Senator Valorum. There is no rhyme or reason in decapitating the head of injustice, when we allow the hands to puppet on. The events surrounding the 606 represents a primary concern for not only Mirial but also those who make up the mid and outer rim. Powers of the past allowed to roam freely, and allowed to perpetuate the injustices manufactured by a racist and exclusionist Imperial rhetoric. As we see, the core remains the core concern, as the senate seeks to stabilize the power of the Republic. Yet the further we go, the more we overlook the needs of the many... the workers who work as slaves to this day... as if the Empire was still with us. Under masters of which the Republic seeks nothing but resources. The Conditions of our victories mean as much as the victories themselves. Intervening now with Ilum. Showing the good quality of our hand. Freeing them of the oppressive powers and giving them the freedom to regulate a peaceful reintegration into the republic, with aid, with care, with attention - we can ensure that not only Ilum, but also all other worlds undermined by the past, have the power and authority to charter a course for the prosperity we all have so rightly come to expect." He stepped back, sitting down, ready to listen to the next few responses.

by **Aotearoan confederation of iwi** » Sun Mar 08, 2020 2:15 pm

"Ilum" said Azil looking at the holo-display of the planet with attached data
"A conundrum to be sure Major" replied the intelligence officer across the desk from him.
The former ruthless rebel twiklek spy now in the service of Republic intelligence draw a cigarette from the inside pocket of his tunic
"Oh may I?" He asked, pausing as he brought the tiny plasma lighter up to the end of if the little roll up that sat unlit in his lips.
Azil vaguely waves in response as he scanned through the data.
"Do we have confirmed fatalities among the 606th?"
"None have reached me yet. But" the Twi'lek shrugged "Likely a matter of time, you know how this kind of thing goes, blaster goes off and you get a massacre"
"So am I being reposted?" Ask Azil
"Not yet, as much as I hate admitting it you imperials have more experience dealing with political dissidents then me. I've been tasked with suggesting a range of options and I wanted your opinion among others.

Azil didn't respond right away, mulling over the paper work
"Kar Byrass will use brute force to crush dissidence if he gets his way, the bloody results even when they worked back in imperial days would be too unpalatable for the public and senate to be carried out to the inevitable bloody conclusion they'd result in but I'd also not recommend having Byrass put on tribunal"
"Well you wouldn't would you"
"Its not just that, order Byrass to come back for a court martial and he'll declare for the purple or swear allegiance to one of the other war lords and the like out there"
"So what would you do?"
"Reassign General Byrass and the 606 to a frontier campaign, send him against a warlord or pirate or something. He and his men will have half a chance at glory and redemption and the public will forget him in time. Replace the 606 with another force"
"A force like yours?"
"Maybe but not alone, if you do send the 13th battalion we can carry out necessary surgical actions if it comes to that, but the face of the garrison should be a force made up of troops formerly from the rebel alliance who can offer carrots to get production back underway"

by **Bentus** » Sun Mar 08, 2020 2:53 pm

Tiasha Nuvonn
Coruscant

Plucking a grape from the lavish spread laid out before her, Tiasha gracefully placed the juicy fruit between her lips. Chewing slowly as she savoured the sweet flavour, her attention was focused on the large hologram that dominated half of the expansive lounge. The large space, luxuriously and tastefully furnished, would have stoked envy had it been an estate on any typical midrim world. But had the shaded windows been commanded to show the stunning view beyond them, jaws would have dropped at the incredulous sight of Coruscant’s sprawling skyline beneath them. Such an apartment, seated near the pinnacle of one of the city planet’s skyscraping spires, was a flagrant demonstration of wealth. On a planet where the very air was a treasured resource for the masses that toiled below, Tiasha surrounded herself with elegant amenities and carefully maintained displays. It was all a logical political move, of course. To demonstrate such callous wealth was an effective way to make a first impression, and had proven her influence to many a potential client. Though Tiasha would have been lying if she claimed to not relish her perch above the clouds. Beside her, her assistant scoffed as he scrolled through the datapad in his hands.

“The latest stock figures just came out. Looks like the banks’ insolvency is rippling out to other sectors across the Core and Middle Rim. Shouldn’t be long until the impacts start hitting the Outer Rim, too.”

Huffing in response, Tiasha pulled her attention away from the larger-than-life projection of the live scenes from Home One to glance towards the Twi’Lek. “Hardly a surprise. There’s no greater cause of business uncertainty than a sudden, violent change in government. Not to mention that sinking all of their capital into a single, flawed project was a doomed investment from the start.”

Sow’rihun, continuing to scan the constant flood of news updates and information that scrolled past his screen, nodded in agreement with his master. “It might offer an opportunity, though. With so much resting on the Republic’s response, the banks would be desperate for any leverage in the negotiations.”

A laugh escaped from Tiasha’s lips. “Oh, they’ve already reached out. But with the state of their finances, I doubt they could afford our services even if they sold the shirts from their backs.” The woman’s mouth curved upwards into a smirk. “Although I admit that it’s hard to pass up the chance to see the Banking Guild grovelling for handouts.”

“Indeed.” The Twi’Lek replied, a hint of amusement infecting his own tone. “Though Ilum seems to have captured the oxygen from the current debate.”

Tiasha was now only half-listening, however. A new figure had become the focus of the hologram as he took centre stage in the makeshift Senate chamber. Standing tall and proud before the cameras, he spoke with a confident authority that seemed to reach through the projection and into the homes of the countless citizens watching. His whole demeanour - from his outfit to his stance - screamed professionalism, and Tiasha had no doubt that every crease and imperfection in his otherwise flawless performance had been placed there deliberately. Surprised at the lack of a response, Sow looked up curiously towards his Master as he broke the silence.

“My Lady?”

Tiasha responded without tearing her gaze away from the scene. “Sow, who is that?”

“Valorum, my Lady. I believe that this is his first speech after the election. He’s one of Coruscant’s representatives, and has been polling well for months now.”

“Tarsus Valorum?” Tiasha emphasised the first name, her eyes studying the man’s features for any recognition of the young man that she recalled from so long ago.

“The one and only.” Sow looked up from his datapad to see what had gripped his Master’s focus. After a few moments, he eventually offered up his opinion. “He’s an idealist. One of the firebrands that got swept into office with the declaration of the New Republic. I believe that he’s been calling for some fairly far-sweeping reforms, though I’m not sure how far his name recognition and resources will be able to carry him.”

“Influence and resources can buy you advisors and trainers.” Tiasha declared, before pointing towards the projection as Tarus’ speech came to an end. “But a speech like that takes something more. He must have practiced for hours, and his delivery was perfect.” Pausing for a second, the woman mulled over her thoughts as the stand was cleared for the next speaker under the cover of a rapturous applause. His charisma was unquestionable, but Tiasha had also felt the weight behind every word. Rubbing her chin, the woman made a mental note to look closer at the freshman Senator when she had the chance.

“Well, if Ilum is going to be the focus, we might be able to use it to our advantage.” Tiasha declared. “The Republic’s caught between a rock and a hard place on that planet, and there’s no way that it hasn’t drawn the attention of any Imperial remnants in the region. Have you managed to arrange a meeting with ExO Tywin yet?”

Sow shook his head. “I’m working on it, but I’ve been getting stonewalled by his staff. I’ll try pushing a bit harder or finding another channel.”

Tiasha nodded, sighing as another speech focusing on the relatively minor problem of Ilum received yet more thunderous applause. “Keep at it, in that case. It’s still early days, but you know what they say:” Turning to her assistant, the human’s grin seemed to take on a slightly more sinister tone. “The early bird, gets the worm.”

The Prospect of an Alliance…
Coruscant

As the hologram flickered into life before her, Tiasha Nuvonn didn’t hesitate before gracefully bending her knees and bowing low to the ground. Turning her eyes down as her dress flowed across the floor, she spoke softly and differentially to the looming figure that had appeared before her.

“Lord Yuhl, it is a pleasure to see you again, your Grace.”

The Hutt’s voluminous figure shook as a deep chuckle emanated from its throat, booming out both in his palace and Tiasha’s private room. The ambassador remained in her submissive position until Yuhl the Hutt gestured with one of his arms for her to rise, evidently pleased with the flattery that layered her words.

“Tiasha!” He spoke in greeting, appearing genuinely happy to have received her scheduled communication. “Aha, how I am already missing my favourite servant from my side. Even next to my own kin, you make me feel as if I am surrounded by incompetents and blindness. Not to mention how often little Teluskos has pressed me on when you shall return!”

Another booming laugh caused the layers of fat that lined the Hutt’s body to shudder under their own titanic weight, and Tiasha offered her Master another thankful bow. “Your praise is too much, your Grace. I can only be overjoyed to have been of service as an extension of your will. How is Teluskos?”

“Growing plump and healthy!” Yuhl replied at once, a glimmer of pride in his feline eye as Tiasha asked about his son. “He returns to the pouch less and less. Already I can see that he will be a great Hutt when he matures, a manipulator to master them all. But this call is for business first, is it not? You received my message, tell me: what do you think of this ‘Alliance’ that we have been offered?”

Tiasha paused in thought for a moment, choosing her words carefully before she replied. Over the years, she had learned that the Hutt had come to respect her opinion on such matters and - while it had initially taken some pressing - she had learned to be honest and truthful with him.

“The Council has prospered and survived for so long thanks to its neutral stance, and the Clans’ positioning of themselves as being essential to the functioning of the Outer Rim. At the moment, it would be folly for the New Republic to make any firm moves against us. Should they try, Separatists and Imperials alike would take advantage of the conflict and tear them apart from within.” Yuhl seemed to agree with her words, nodding along as she spoke. “But with the current radical policies being presented to the Senate, the situation could change. It would be foolish not to open some lines of communication with potential allies, even if we should do our best not to antagonise the Republic. Though they are also not the only threat we should be worried about. While the Clans were useful to the Empire, the Warlords are either desperate, or fanatics. There’s no telling what some of them may try, and I wouldn’t put it past one trying to invade Hutt Space. If we word this alliance as being directed against the Remnants, we avoid needlessly drawing the ire of the Republic, while also building a confederation within the Outer Rim.”

Yuhl’s features seemed to have adopted a more serious expression, and the slithering behemoth stroke his slimy chin. “Wise words, Tiasha. Your mind can be as quick as a Hutt’s when you focus it at your task. Those Senators and Generals would be right to tread carefully!” Appearing to consider Tiasha’s words, the Hutt nodded before continuing. “Very well. I shall make a proposal to the Council that we accept an alliance to protect against hostile incursions, while seeking Republic support as well. That should make it clear who we consider the real threats to be.”

With the immediate matter attended to, the Hutt appeared content with the outcome. Relaxing further back in his throne, the creature’s greedy gaze began to roam down Tiasha’s body. Unapologetic in his leering appraisal of his property, the Hutt’s lips curled upwards into a hungry smile. “I look forward to the day that you return, Tiasha. I am sure that there will be much for us to catch up on about your travels.”

Replying with another slight bow of her head, Tiasha replied softly before the Hutt closed the line. “I shall count down the passing days, my Master.” She held the subservient gesture until the hologram flickered out. For a few moments, Tiasha simply remained where she was, recalling the eager look in the Hutt’s eye, his gaze slowly undressing her as it drifted meticulously down her figure.

Eventually, a sigh escaped from her lips as she casually brushed aside a strand of her hair. Flicking open a communicator, she dialled her assistant.

“Sow, any updates on Ilum?” Turning on her heels, the ambassador made to leave the room with the same powerful demeanor that she normally wore.

Official Message from the Hutt Council

To the Partisans.

The Hutt Council has always prized its neutrality, and we have no interest in changing this stance. But the Outer Rim is more unstable and dangerous than ever in these trying times. We hope to work with both you and the New Republic to continue to maintain peace and prosperity in our region. To that end, we accept your proposal for military cooperation against the dangerous Warlords and factions that plague the galaxy - with a defensive alliance being a possibility if this cooperation proves profitable.

The Esteemed Council of the Hutts.

by **Beutarch** » Sun Mar 08, 2020 3:55 pm

Cdre. Curro, Aboard the Reverend

Engaging privateers, near Glee Anselmian Space [Grid Coordinates: J-7]

The criminals of the Mid-Rim were a far cry from the cartels and cut-throats of the Outer-Rim, or even those from the depths of Coruscant.

The "pirates" that Curro's fleet currently stared down were a motley collection of armed vessels, likely formed during the Galactic Civil war. With Rebel incursions drawing Imperial ships to disparate and far flung star-systems, anyone motivated enough to fire shots toward civilian freighters could turn a decent profit from small-scale protection rackets or stolen goods. This particular gathering had descended like vultures onto a lone Star Destroyer, a handful of boarding-ships still docked to the crippled beast. Using a stolen distress beacon, they finally managed to catch some well-meaning Imperials. It appeared that their boarding had been successful, the ship's guns doing nothing to aid the few TIEs that kept up the fight. Despite the acquisition of the I-class, the pirate fleet would be able to do little against the capital ships of Curro's task force. The more nimble of the attacking ships took flight immediately, fleeing into hyperspace as soon as the first Republican cruiser appeared on their scopes. Such had been the case for much of Curro's slog around the Republic's farthest reaches, only the delusional or extraordinarily well-armed would attempt to engage with Curro and her ships. If the Commodore wanted a fight, she would have to chase it down.

"Clip their wings, don't let them slip away. Lieutenant, hail the Destroyer, we may be able to take the ship without stepping foot on it."

She leaned against the forward-window of the bridge, as the officers on the deck relayed and acted on her orders. Ion blasts and targeted missiles reached out from the larger ships, spiraling toward the engines and external navigation systems of the hostile ships. Only a handful hit their marks, an improvement over previous encounters. The task-force had been tracking this particular pirate cell for almost a week, catching them while they were in the process of securing the Destroyer was a lucky break. Though the majority of the vessels had successfully fled, the boarding ships remained fused to the hull of the Destroyer.

"Need I repeat myself, Lieu-"

A hologram sprung to life from the bridge's holoprojector. Curro quietly thanked the communications officer, turning to face the blue-tinted figure. Despite the poor quality of the projection, it was apparent that the man that stood before her was a remarkably disheveled Imperial officer. The muzzle of a blaster was squarely pointed at the man's head, by someone just outside the range of the hologram. He cleared his throat before speaking, prompting his captor to prod him with the blaster.

"I-I am Lieutenant Commander Hopkins of the Marshall, currently a prisoner of the Feltian Raiders. My captors desire free passage, in exchange for the preservation of the crew's lives and possession of the ship."

Such deals were common among warlords and those who operated outside of the justice system, relying on honor among thieves. Unfortunately for the Raiders, the Commodore was neither a warlord, nor a thief.

"This is an acceptable arrangement. You have ten minutes to board your ships." She waved off the projection, turning off the device. "Weapons, draw up firing solutions on the boarders. We're not allowing them to leave."

After precisely ten minutes and thirty seconds, an even more intense barrage was loosed. The vulnerable transports were burnt off of the Destroyer, a single ship slipped through, having detached itself two minutes early. The pirates would not fall for such a bluff again, but it was worth the result. Precursory star-fighters exited from the Reverend's escorts, asserting dominance over the still dormant Destroyer. The handful of TIEs still active recognized the Republic livery emblazoned on the fighters, resigning themselves back to the hangars of the Destroyer.

Curro's marines had little difficulty dislodging the few holdouts on the Marshall. Though the decimated officer and stormtrooper corps remained cold, at best, the lower-ranks of the Destroyer's crew were able to assist in the reconquest of the vessel. Once the ship had been thoroughly combed over, all non-essential personnel were assembled in the largest of the ship's hangars. Disarmed and flanked on two sides by Rebel veterans of the Galactic Civil War, both the crew of the Marshall and the few living pirates awaited the Commodore. The docking klaxons signaled her arrival, a CR90 Corvette entering the bay. Joined by a smaller group of marines, Curro disembarked onto the deck and moved toward the front of the assembly. Though Curro had never studied the intricacies of Imperial law, she and her officers had served as a military tribunal on several occasions. Whether such proceedings were carried out with the proper formalities was of little concern.
She quickly recognized Hopkins, at the front of the Imperial lines.

"Lieutenant Commander, step forwards. Do you, on behalf of your ship and your crew, surrender to the New Galactic Republic?"

"I do."

"Very well. My executive officer will remain aboard the Marshall along with a contingent of marines and technical staff, this ship ought to be brought online as soon as possible. You will retain your present rank, until we make contact with Fleet Command and the situation is elucidated." Having finished, the Commodore walked past the Imperial lines, to the handful of pirates.

"As pirates operating in the territory of the New Galactic Republic, I sentence all of you so-called 'Raiders' to death. The rest of you are dismissed, return to your stations."

With that said, Curro turned back to the Corvette. Several marines seized the pirates, dragging them toward the nearest airlock. On board the Corvette, floating back toward the Reverend, Curro speaks with her executive officer remotely.

"A successful operation, I only hope that the Marshall proves to be an asset rather than a hindrance."

"Though she won't be combat-ready for a significant period of time, we expect that the hyperspace drives should be operational within the next 24 hours."

"Excellent. Once I get shipboard, I'll relay a report to Coruscant. After checking the feeds, it appears that the Imperials on Ilum are throwing a fit. The talking heads are calling for the Imperials to be removed. If they are truly echoing the Senate's rhetoric, soon we may find ourselves at the tip of the spear. Nonetheless, until we receive word from command, we'll head toward Ord Varee to resupply and allow more time for the Star Destroyer to undergo repairs. Curro signing off."

by **Puertollano** » Sun Mar 08, 2020 4:01 pm

Salobea
Outer Rim

COMMUNICATION
to; Gobroo, Hutts and Selba

SALOBEA (_Outer_Rim) will be location for meeting. Arrive at co-ordinates 27-RS-1. Protection is guaranteed. Confidentiality is of top priority.

Salobea was a sparsely populated, backwater planet in the Outer Rim. It just so happened that the Partisans were there during the attack on the Jedha insurgency encampment, that eliminated the leadership. It also provided perfect cover for secret negotiations, as it would be the last location any Imperial or new Republic spies would look. The landing pads, although not frequently used, would be cleared and cleaned up before the arrival of the dignitaries, he co-ordinates of the landing pad were of course communicated to the invited parties. So far, Murrea had heard back from the Progressives, the Hutts and the Wookie Freedom Fighters. It wasn't enough, in all respects, but it was a good start.

Multiple watchman lay carefully around the environment of Salobea, away from the develop areas that wild areas of Salobea were no where to be touched. These watchman kept their snipers close, to pick off creatures that come stumbling out of marshlands, or pirates attempting new and heinous heists. But the secrecy of the event kept all of that under-wraps. When the dignitaries arrived, they would be guided along to a bunker complex, where Murrea Jos and his trusted allies in the Partisans were waiting to meet their new allies.

by **Danubian Peoples** » Sun Mar 08, 2020 4:45 pm

Salobea. A backwater rock on the Outer Rim. Most star maps probably omitted it from their lists. This is where Gobroo was due.

A formerly Imperial shuttle began to roar to life on Kashyyyk. Most of the Freedom Fighters' ships were of Imperial origin, be it vessels captured during raids or in this case, the leftovers of a sloppy evacuation. Inside, Gobroo sat, along with Oshyk, Akchawwaa, their small security detail and the pilot. Their large frames cramped the vessel's interior by a significant amount, but it would do. Even if Gobroo would have to sit flush to some of his biggest detractors. And with that, the vessel took off.

Most of the ride was silent. The talking was to be done once they had gotten to their destination. Only the occasional grunt to add some semblance of liveliness to the quiet interior. And even if Gobroo wanted to speak, he did not want to speak to these colleagues of his in particular. Oshyk was very much in favor of Kashyyyk's integration into the New Republic, and wanted a return to the supposed stability that had come with a place in the wider galactic community. Akchawwaa was very much sympathetic to the Trandoshan cause, and wished that they be allowed a place in the new, post Imperial galaxy. Neither of goals conflicted with each other, and the wrong thing said at the wrong time could drive them to cooperate-and bring the rest of their respective factions along. Not to mention all of the other political positions the rest of his top brass have taken.

Eventually the shuttle landed. The clean landing pad allowed for a soft touchdown. The doors opened, and Gobroo was greeted with the planet of Salobea. A backwater indeed, he thought. But comments on the nature of the rock that their destination sat upon would have to wait, as armed guards guided them towards a bunker complex. They had brought their own security, fine Wookiee soldiers who could break a stormtrooper's arm with ease, but it appeared that these guards far outnumbered their own. Protection was guaranteed after all. At last, they had walked the distance to their destination, and there they simply waited for the doors to open.

by **Dalria** » Mon Mar 09, 2020 5:40 pm

Tywin Montwinn
Coruscant
CSA Branch Office

Tywin had been up to his neck in paperwork; the Galactic Corporate Policy League had been moving around the clock to ensure the peaceful transition of corporate holdings into the New Republic. He was patiently awaiting the reply from Mothma, he wouldn't deal with the various government bureaucrats, he'd only deal with Mothma herself. In the aftermath of the Galactic Civil War, the galactic economy was in near ruin and faced high inflation. Tywin was determined to use this and leverage pro-corporate policy for the peaceful retransition of the Corporate Sector into the New Republic.

As Tywin stepped out and overlooked the balcony of his office, he took in the scenery. Taking a deep breath in, he curious examined the traffic zooming around the city. His peace was immediately broken was his secretary entered the room, "sir we've had two individuals reach out to our office and I thought I should inform you" the female Twi'lek timidly said. Tywin grunted, nodding in acceptance to hear the information.

"The staff of Ambassador Nuvonn representing The Hutt have reached out to arrange a meeting between the two of you" she paused, "The Hutt's could prove powerful allies in our endeavors and I believe it could be extremely beneficial for us to pursue this" it was uncommon for someone to offer their advice to Tywin outside the Direx. Tywin narrowed his eyes towards his secretary, glaring at her as she timidly shied away but a smirk came out his face.

"I agree. Let the Ambassador know that I am free this afternoon and would like her or a representative to join me for lunch in my office. Who else has reached out?" he than went back to gazing far out at the sprawling city.

"We have just received a transition from Moff Covylus of the Corellian Sector who has declared his admiration of our cause and has extended his hand in friendship. Would you like me to reach back out and arrange for a meeting in the future?" she held her finger on the digital pad.

Tywin nodded, "I have a better idea. Scratch the lunch mentioned earlier, I would like to host both Moff Covylus and Ambassador Nuvonn to my residence for a dinner. It could be to our advantage to have several influential individuals on the same page. Prepare the household and inform our friends" he than shoed the Twi'lek out the door.

To the esteemed individuals:
Moff Cadus Covylus,
Ambassador Tiasha Nuvonn,

It has came to my understanding that we share many of the same ideals and are like-minded individuals. With the rise of the New Republic, it has become clear that people of our stature must stick together in this tumultuous time. Long has the form of the Republic impeded on galactic prosperity. This being said, I'd like to host a dinner between the three of us at my place of residence within the 500 Republica, this evening. I am eager to hear the back from the two of you and I believe this can lead to a long and prospering union between our interests.

Best,

ExO Tywin Montwwin

by **Puertollano** » Tue Mar 10, 2020 12:52 am

Salobea
Outer Rim

The bunker complex that housed the majority of the Partisans on Salobea was rowdy. Despite a warning going out to the members prior to the arrival of the Wookies, or the Hutts, or the Progressives, business was as usual. Several make-shift sabacc games was going on in the middle of the main living quaters. To one side was a few Partisans with their Twi'lek companions in the corner, the other had Partisans cleaning their rifles and pistols with old rags. A protocol droid was the first to approach the Wookies, speaking in their tongue, the droid beckoned them to fellow to meet Murrea Jos, and begin the meeting. The protocol droid took them through the main living space and into a room to the right-hand side. Inside, Murrea and his compatriots were waiting. Seats were positioned around a central table, that had obviously been pre-prepated.

Murrea spoke his native tongue, but relied on the protocol droid to translate. "The Generalissimo appreciates your appearance here today, despite the isolation of Salobea to the rest of the galaxy," the droid said, trying its best to translate Tognathi into some reliable form of Wookie or Common Dialect. Murrea rambled more, the protocol droid craned its head to absorb as much as he said. "He wants you to take a seat, and the Generalissimo says that food will be provided too." With that, some untrustworthy cooks from Partisan mess halls emerged with small critters on platters. Some of the killed already, some were trying to scamper away. They were obviously caught from the marshlands in Salobea. Murrea Jos took a dead one and ate it himself, to prove that it was safe to eat.

by **Danubian Peoples** » Tue Mar 10, 2020 1:49 am

The bunker complex around Gobroo was full of life. Very messy life. Games of sabacc in one corner, rifles being cleaned with rags so old one wonders how the rifles look cleaner afterwards, and the sound of noisy conversation filling the room. Compared to the enpty land behind them, this was loud. Regardless, they were greeted by a protocol droid, spitting out Shyriiwook that sounded like it was run through an X-Wing's engine. Despite this, the droid managed to beckon Gobroo and his compatriots to follow it to Murrea Jos' location. The table was prepared, seats arranged just for them.

And with that, the meeting began.

The droid started first, Murrea Jos using it to speak in lieu of his native tongue. It was a cordial greeting, yet Gobroo wondered why his host simply hadn't spoken in Galactic Basic. Gobroo had learned the language long ago, and while he couldn't speak it, he could understand it. Granted whether or not Murrea could even understand their growls and grunts was an uncertainty, and so the protocol droid remained important. Next up was a seating offer. Gobroo and his compatriots sat. The seats visibly sagged under their weight. Small critters on plates followed, some live ones escaping to hide in the messy bunker floor. Murrea himself took one and ate it.

'At least it's better than Imperial slave rations,' joked Gobroo, before taking one for himself. 'Anyway, we are here to discuss your proposal of an alliance. I, as Supreme Commander of the Freedom Fighters, am willing to, on behalf of the Freedom Fighters, accept the negotiation of this regional defense pact.'

'We are also,' said Oshyk and Akchawwaa, each mildly angry. Neither were too happy to have to attend this meeting. They knew that Gobroo could potentially silence them with the backing of the Partisans. The anti-Republican nature of the potential alliance was counter more to Oshyk's goals than Akchawwaa's, but neither wanted a Gobroo with more power than he already had. In fact, neither began to want someone else as Supreme Commander. But right now, the least they could do was tweak the nature of the agreement so that it may not intrude their goals.

'A regional defense pact can allow us to stamp up stubborn Imperial warlords and give us the resources to expand our operation! Many Wookiees have been scattered across the galaxy in the wake of the Empire's slave labor programs, and it is our sacred duty to defend the diaspora and return them to Kashyyyk.' proclaimed Gobroo.

'But it would also run against the burgeoning New Republic,' replied Oshyk. 'Perhaps this alliance can be a temporary settlement, until the Freedom Fighters manage to get their, business sorted out. The Republic is a dangerous entity, but whether or not it points its weapons on us depends on our relations with them.'

Akcawwaa also spoke, 'And what of this alliance's aims? Our organizations are both fighting for the equal rights of all, in a struggle against characters like Palpatine who are happy to subvert this basic truth for their selfish needs. But it appears that some of my comrades do not share this goal. This alliance I will agree to an alliance should it strive to champion this goal, and not associate with those who run contrary to it.'

The tension between Gobroo and the other two was rising. Their security detail clenched blasters. Gobroo's good eye stared deep into Murrea.

'And your response?' Gobroo uttered, paw stretched out. 'And what is it with all these extra seats?' he asked, wondering about the rest of the parties who were due to arrive.

by **Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States** » Tue Mar 10, 2020 4:15 am

Galactic Headlines

Commander Curro hailed a hero
News of commander Curro’s daring mission, both capturing a rogue Star Destroyer and fighting off a pirate fleet, has gained him notoriety on Coruscant and other Core planets. The newly-freed news media are still cautious, so the news of a successful military commander is a happy return to form for them. In the style of the old imperial news outlets, they embellish the story somewhat, adding the kind of colourful language that used to inspire the galaxy’s citizens. Admiral Ackbar commends the commander on a job well done, but reminds the galaxy that the fight is not over yet.

Senate votes to withdraw 606th Legion from Ilum
In a vote called for by senator Tarsus Valorum, the Senate voted overwhelmingly to withdraw the 606th Stormtrooper Legion from Ilum. Republican factions voted massively in favour of the withdrawal, with only Amidalists voicing concern. However, massively outvoted by their Republican allies, they elected to stick to the party line, and vote in favour of removal, hoping to get some concessions in return in the future. Imperials largely voted against the measure, accentuating the need to maintain order on planets of vital strategic interests. Admiral Ackbar, present for the vote, decided to comply, reassigning the 606th Legion to the campaign on Mygeeto. Senator Valorum can rightly be proud of a succesful vote in the Senate, but Amidalists might require some compromise to keep them on board.

Vote on Court Martial deadlocked
While the withdrawal vote was easily met, Speaker Organa decided to postpone the debate on Court Martial after no consensus was reached in the Senate. Some senators from the imperial faction threatened to walk out if the vote persisted before a proper conversation on its merits could be had throughout the galaxy. Some of these senators, former imperial politicians and officers, are known to have a past that would put them on the receiving end of such a procedure in the future. When a member of the status quo faction called for a vote on general amnesty, Speaker Organa chose to cease the session.

First reported deaths from Ilum
It is as of yet unclear who fired the first shot, but at around 4pm a firefight broke out around a protester’s barricade on Ilum. The rioters would otherwise have been quickly dispersed, but assistance from a Wookie war party balanced out the fight. Casualties have thus far been limited, not reaching into double digits. However, in order to maintain order with the influx of rebel fighters, general Byras decided to deploy his AT-ST walkers to urban centres. As of yet, he has not reacted to his reassignment orders, but that could be due to the slow nature of communication.

Slaves petition senate for abolition of slavery
The Coalition of Broken Chains, also known as the Freedom Coalition, has officially petitioned the Senate to abolish slavery throughout the galaxy. The Coalition, made up both of slaves freed by the rebels and current slaves, is disappointed that it has taken the Senate so long to debate the matter. While the petition mentioned legal slavery, it expressly mentions that it is separate from the practice of forced labour for convicted criminals, something that might be politically more sensitive.

Supreme Chancellor agrees to Corellian demands
Under pressure to maintain vital planets and hyperspace routes, Supreme Chancellor Mothma has agreed to the terms proposed by the Corellian sector authority. In her agreement, she has outlined the executive and legislative goals to reach for the Corellian government before their representative can be recognised in the Senate. These goals include the formation of an independent judiciary, at least one elected body with legislative power (though no exclusive legislative power is required) and a proposed timeline for adopting Republic legislation in the sector, with newer legislation having priority. Corellia should allow Republic oversight over these processes as they are developing.

by **The Anarcho-Syndicalist Commune** » Tue Mar 10, 2020 12:12 pm

Kyela

Kyela walked among the Senate Halls of Courscant for the first time in her life. It had taken her a degree of time after the fall of the Empire, due to the nature of debates on Arkania. The Dominion had much to gain and much to lose from joining the New Republic, mostly due to their current lack of a signifigant fleet and the nature of their warcrimes in assisting the Empire. As a long time ally to the Rebellion, and a staunch "Amidalist" as her school of thought was becoming known as in the new capital, Kyela was chosen as the Dominion's Ambassador, a non-voting member of the senate and direct adviser to the Supreme Chancellor while her people decided whether they were in or out of the new galactic government. The Arkanian woman wore a flowing blue dress with a badge indicating her rank pinned to her shoulder. Her face was somewhat obscured by the large pair of goggles her race had to wear when they were on a planet with a full sun like Coruscant. These did little to obscure her somewhat famed beauty to those who looked on, but they never the less proved a blemish on her otherwise pristine getup.

Her entourage consisted mostly of her bodyguard, as well as one or two apparent confidants. Bizarrely, the members of her bodyguard had identical appearances, revealing them as Arkanian Genetroopers. Modeled after the Clonetroopers of their rival Kaminoans, they were made using the dna of Arkanian Soldiers going back for generations to be the perfect enforcers of the Dominions will.

The Entourage moved through the halls of the Senate and onto their designated platform within the Senate Chamber. Though they did not yet have a vote within the senate, they did still have a vote, one which the Ambassador intended to make full use of while she waited for her people to find their voice. Intending to at least steer the debated in her direction after her party's recent loss on the senate floor, she inserted her request to speak and waited for her platform to float down to the center of the chamber.

Kyela began her speech "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Senate, I thank you for affording me and my country the opportunity to speak while our planet finalizes it's choice to join the Republic. As I'm sure many of your planets can attest to, each culture has certain hoops that must be jumped through before big decisions can be made, and mine is no different. The Dominion stands firm in their support of the Republic and I sincerely hope that I may be referred to as Senator rather than Ambassador sooner rather than later.

The Arkanian delegation has two points to make during this debate period. The first is such. Ilum continues to be a flashpoint, and if we do not act fast it may well spiral out of control again. We need to take control before Byras decides he need not heed our order or a warlord decides that the new planet would look fine as the crown jewel of their new holdings. I would suggest this be done quickly and efficiently by sending another force to ensure the securing of the planet and the removal of the 606 when the disorder has been quelled. As such, I would nominate General Hylan and the 581st for the job. His loyalty to the New Republic is unquestioned thanks to his many years of providing information to the Rebellion, and the 581 should provide an effective countermeasure to the 606.

Our second issue is in the form of support for the Freedom Coalition. For the past two decades, the Empire has allowed the black stain of slavery to gain prominence among the Galaxy once more, especially among the non-human races. My own people are not clean in this matter, but we are in the process of removing the stain from our own current governance. I ask my fellow senators this. What better way to set the tone of our new government than by ending this stain. We could prove here that we are more than a successor to the Empire and the corrupt final days of the Old Republic. We could establish at this point a precedent of equality and justice for all people of the galaxy, or we could let ourselves be some half-baked democratic version of the Empire. That is all I have prepared."

by **Mirial Magna** » Tue Mar 10, 2020 12:27 pm

Fensell Staiar

Mercy V

En Route to Coruscant

Having delivered aid to the Ewoks, Fensell Staiar and the crew of the Mercy V were now headed towards Coruscant. Fensell was hoping to give his crew civilian protection, now that the war was seemingly over.
"When will we arrive on Coruscant?" Fensell asked the co-pilot droid.

ASSUMING NO ALTERCATIONS, WE SHALL ARRIVE ON CORUSCANT AT MIDDAY, TOMORROW.

"Gentlemen, you can expect a raise once this ship becomes civilian. The war is won." Fensell announced to the crew.
The reaction was a few tired cheers and sighs.

ERROR! ERROR! REALSPACE ALTERCATIONS DETECTED. EXITING HYPERSPACE. AWAITING FURTHER COMMANDS.

"Deploy the astromechs, prepare to manouver around these asteroids." The pilot said, panicked.
Astromech droids soon dotted the ship like trees on a deserted island. They were there in case there were any collisions with the asteroid field.
"Strap in, it's going to be a bumpy ride." The pilot announced to the rest of the Mercy V.

The ship had sustained serious damage in navigating the asteroid field, and many of the astromechs had been taken out. This left them no choice but to land on the nearest planet, which just so happened to be the Emperor's resort world of Byss...

by **Cilicia-Antioch** » Tue Mar 10, 2020 12:30 pm

Office of the Taris Senatorial Delegation
Coruscant
Romaine Vitroix

One thing Romaine could never get over was the audacity. The audacity of having to justify a career based around bringing order and justice to the Galaxy. The audacity of having to walk into a Senate chamber where those rebels who once sew the discord she fought are now the ones trying to come to terms with what the Empire had to deal with. But the most audacious thing was how the Empire let it happen. She never forgot how the Separatists, the first who tried to collapse Galactic governance so that alien corporate executive could mercilessly exploit the Outer Rim, came so close. The Empire would be the salvation of a Galaxy where billions and trillions live in fear of the next pirate raid, the next terrorist attack, the next brutal civil war. In the end, all those ships, those Death Star, those Stormtroopers - it all proved for nought.

Shame and regret were emotions that were spared from her though. She had warned this very thing would happen. Indeed, when she was essentially shown the door by the Imperial Security Bureau, the organisation she had given so much to spread the New Order to the Outer Rim, she thought of all the other Imperial officers who did the very same. Some walked out before they were pushed; the worst defected to the Rebels. She still remembered the sting operations she oversaw against those who were seen as susceptible to defect - her favourite persona to adopt was the one of the Alderaanian exile. She would arrange to meet with a potential defector, promising safe passage to a rebel base. When they would come, a squad of ISB Stormtroopers commanded by her is what awaited them. That's how the Empire responded - it was the only way it knew how to. But it couldn't had last if that's how they were going to conduct herself.

It was to her surprise that she was now in the good graces of (now former) ISB officers who had once talked down her belief that continued oppression would only generate more difficulty in the long run. Unlike those defectors she snared, she never opposed her colleagues - the Empire was the natural evolution to a Republic that enabled the Separatists to rise and devestate so much. Memory was a powerful motivator - the battle droids that stormed the Chancellor's building, led by a hulk waving four lightsabers and leaving none in its path. Luckily, she never encountered that. Jedi feared whatever that was. But she saw enough Droidekas that day to give her nightmares.

They were content to leave her to govern her homeworld, to implement her own ideas. So long as rebel activity there remained low, she knew they wouldn't disappear her - it was an unlikely possibility, but it had happen to enough people in those post-Death Star I for her to worry. Now that everything they had built had collapsed, they went back to her to utilise the political base she carefully curated to fight for them. For an Empire that steel and laser could not protect.

"That's another one to cross off" Romaine sighed to an aide as she read through vote breakdown, crossing off another name on her notepad. A name of another Amidalist on the Illum vote. "This is a vote completely on factional lines. How can they be so blind to the danger of these so-called protests?" Romaine could understand why people could rise up in this time and why they would throw their fire at Imperial institutions. As an ISB Officer she had access to reports the various creative means of enhanced suppression tactics employed against the insurgents. But sometimes, uprisings were instigated by criminals, corrupt officials, decadent elites, scions of old Separatist families.

"It wasn't even close" her aide Garissa said. "Classic New Republic, I can't wait until these insurgents they start tearing up elderly people as they sleep". Garissa was a young Coruscanti aide. She was effective and reminded Romaine of herself in her Senate liason days for Republic Intelligence. She was comfortable to use such descriptive language; Romaine couldn't stomach it. The brutality of the last few decades had conditioned her to that. But there's no Imperial Army for someone like Garissa to see the real Galaxy outside the upper levels of Coruscant.

"It's one battle" Romaine replied. "I still remember the effort Senators had to put in just get more clone troopers. Watching wet Senators back then dismiss your carefully researched intelligence report. I don't know what this place does to people". With that, the business of commissioning today's Senatorial report for HoloNet transmission was now afoot. Romaine had carefully considered what tone to go for - she knew that she could do business with the Republicans. But she was still an Imperial, and in these dark days, she thought an inflammatory HoloNet message is what good Imperial citizens needed:

General Romaine Vitroix, Governor and Senator of Taris

Illum vote

Today was a disappointing day for loyal, honest citizens of the New Republic and of Taris. Where the Empire would act, the New Republic chooses callous indifferene. Inside the newly established Senate, Senators, a number of whom were once known criminals, voted to pull back a legion of Stormtroopers.

As your Governor I have sought to co-operate with the New Republic for the safety and security of the people of Taris. I negotiated an agreement that saw New Republic troops work along side Imperial troops together to carry on the work the Empire implemented to bring order within the confines of the New Republic. This effort has been successful and the anti-criminal, anti-extremist operations have been ones that have been intelligence-led and based in fact and reality.

There was no consideration for the facts in this vote. Myself and my colleagues in the Imperial Bloc voted against the motion. But even Senators I felt should know better voted to deny security to the people of Illum. There was no presentation of the level of information that would be considered necessary to ascertain the facts of the matter and any relevant details such as whether these protests are being driven by criminals and extremists.

I'm disappointed that this is the line the Mon Mothma Chancellery wishes to take and it is my strong view that her supporters particularly among the Decentralist camp have misled the Senate and the people of the Galaxy on the actions 606th Legion. As your Senator, I intend to bring this issue back to the Senate floor and fight to ensure appropriate measures are being taken to ensure the security of the people Illum.

I'd like to commend Kar Byrass and the brave Stormtroopers fighting to maintain order. As a former Stormtrooper General myself, I know the difficulty faced when it comes to protecting the people of the Galaxy. And as a proud citizen within the Outer Rim, I know that it has been the strong military arm of the Empire that kept order, something the New Republic has decided to fail.

Perhaps the New Republic elite should look at the fine achievement of one of their own, Commodore Curro, who you may have seen has been rightfully praised for their work in suppressing piracy. Unfortunately, so many of their own continue to be in league or act as apologists for radical and extremists.

I intend to put forward a motion commending both Commodore Curro and General Kar Byrass and to see them awarded the appropriate recognition by the New Republic. Whilst I feel that some of my colleagues in the Republican bloc were misled and hastily supported motion that they may not have were the facts of the matter fully presented, I'm sure they will have no issue in commending two New Republic heroes bravely fighting to keep us safe.

Stock market news

A number of my constituents have raised their concerns on the impact of the current movement in the stock market. Taris was once the Coruscant of the Outer Rimand I am determined to achieve this once again. I am working with my Senatorial colleagues to ascertain a solution. With that said, I have cause for concern regarding the Muunilinst bankers. It is my opinion that their continued mismanagement of their institutions, something that persisted even during the days of the Empire, has not been properly scrutinised.

It is my opinion that should any kind of bailout be necessary that work is done to break up these banks and relocate their institutions to the Core World where the capacity for regulators to oversee them better exists. At the end of the Clone War, the Empire worked to Imperialize formerly Separatist-held assets and bring them under its remit. Should news of this banking crisis worsen, I intend to explore what options could be taken
to secure the continued prosperity of the Galaxy.

Chancellery Cabinet and court martials
I'd like to confirm that whilst I fully intended to work with Mon Mothma Chancellery on areas of common interest, my level of skepticism regarding their competence to guide the New Republic through the challenges is so profound that I do not intend to accept any role within it. Should any member of the Imperial Bloc wish to accept a role I shall support them.

On my part, I invite the Chancellery to meet with myself and other members Imperial Bloc to explore key areas of common interests and cooperation. I will always call myself a citizen of the Empire, but the New Republic is the government we have and I fully wish to see it succeed. To that end, I hope she is very willing to discuss the issue of court martials against distinguished Imperial veterans - it is my opinion we must look to reconciliation, not retribution, if she wants to ensure that her Chancellery has any legitmacy among the many who were law abiding citizens under the Empire.

One thing was left unsaid was the development in Corellia. A key world yet distant enough from Taris that it would not be a significant consideration for her constituents. Corellia was symbolic for many rebels who had come from there to raise up against the Empire, least of all General Han Solo, the former smuggler. For Romaine however, this symbolism mattered - the difficulties plaguing a planet like Corellia would be one that the New Republic would have to face up to. Fail to do so and the Senate seat, which already wasn't a sure bet for the Republicans, could be in play if the New Republic mandate a by-election. Right now it was easy for citizens, discontent with decades of Imperial rule, to look starry eyed at the hopeful New Republic. But given time they will be longing for the stability that only the Empire provided.

Dear Moff Cadus Covylus,

As a member of the Imperial Bloc in the Senate, I would like to welcome to you the New Republic. I can assure you this decision is not an easy one, but it is the right one - those who still call themselves loyal Imperial citizens are depending on us to stand up for their peace and prosperity and the New Order values the Rebels that now control Galaxy fought to destroy. If there is anything myself or anyone in the Imperial Bloc can do to support you, please let me know.

On my part, I am happy to second one of my aides to provide assistance in the transitional period. The New Republic may seek to sweep outside the institution and routines that you have established and I am more than happy to utilise to full procedural weight of the Senate to prevent that. In addition, I am more than happy to solicit funds on Coruscant should the New Republic require a by-election for Senate seat that will be created.

I look forward to working with you and I am sure that other members of the Imperial Bloc do so as well.

With the warmest regards,
General Romaine Vitroix, Governor and Senator of Taris

by **Lunas Legion** » Tue Mar 10, 2020 2:47 pm

Piodas Marcona
Bastion

There were times when even in a place as large as the Galaxy, a few small inches could make all the difference. Right now, a few short inches were all that separated Piodas Marcona, self-declared Grand Admiral and by vote of the mass of Imperial officers present in his realm Supreme Leader of the Coalition for the Preservation of Order and Prosperity from a most grisly death by high-powered blaster bolt. If he leaned a few short inches forwards, then his chest would come into view through the reinforced transparisteel of the window of his quarters in the Governor's Palace of Bastion. It would take less than a second for the assassin positioned thus to take the shot, and not much more for it to penetrate the window.

His chest would be atomized soon afterwards, and he would be dead.

He leaned forwards just so, eyes looking over his room. Functional enough. Two commando droids stood by the door, painted in Imperial black with the symbol of the Empire upon their foreheads, a larger Magna Guard looming in one corner of the room, as still as a statue. Droids were far more trustworthy as bodyguards than Stormtroopers were, even those who'd served under him during the height of the empire. He leaned forwards, picking up the glass of water on the table before leaning back against his chair. Just enough to tease the assassin, keep him focused, keep him watching and in place.

He wasn't paying much attention to the full wall of holoscreens on the wall opposite him. Troop numbers, deployments, reports from officers... One even had the feed from the so-called 'New Republic' and their Senate. He had more important business on his mind, like the man trying to kill him. Someone else might have dealt with him by now, and really, it would be pitifully easy. He just had to press a button and the explosives he'd had pre-planted across all five of the best sniping positions to his room's window would detonate.

No assassin competent enough to be hired by whichever of his subordinates was trying to kill him today was simultaneously dumb enough to choose the sixth best sniping position. He turned his attention back to the mass of reports and information. To anyone else, it would be a confusing mess, but to him... His eyes flicked between screens, noting deployment locations, seeing reinforcement requests, reconnaissance and intelligence information... it was a war of resistance in pure mathematical form.

The Republic was redeploying the 606th to the meatgrinder of a campaign he was fighting on Mygeeto. Nothing major. He lacked the assets to relieve Mygeeto for now, but its time would come. It was, yet, worryingly close to his own capital of Bastion. Much of the distant Outer Rim of the north of the Galaxy was still his, but every day he was crushed into a corner further.

Well, enough of this farce. He reached forwards, grabbing the remote on the table, and pressed the button. The remote beeped, a light turning green, and seemingly nothing happened, but Piodas felt confident enough to lean forwards, exposing himself to his room's window to set his glass of water back on the table. No blaster bolt, no death. Another assassination thwarted. No, he'd been thinking about this wrong. If he just remained idle, he'd allow himself to be backed into a corner, forced into irrelevance and die with no chance of victory. But he didn't have the forces or the officers or the men to outright fight the New Republic in a conventional war.

Yet.

He had plans. Droids would solve his manpower issues, but they would take time to come online. Be programmed. They would keep his commanders, however disloyal they might be, in line. He simply needed to hold out long enough, wait for the manufactories he was building to come online. It would take months, though, which he might not have.

"Assemble every blockade runner we have available in the reserves, the legions of General Belmon and the task force of Admiral Latt." He spoke, the droid that ran his vast information network responding immediately. Not many ships, not many men, but he worked with what he had. He didn't have the time to assemble a large task force, not when it might backstab itself. Best to use forces loyal to one commander only. Two, only because the Imperial Army and Navy remained different organisations and would for as long as he lived. "Latt is to organise a breakthrough as she sees fit of the New Republic fleet over Mygeeto to enable General Belmon to land to reinforce the planet. If there is no hope of achieving this they are to withdraw. She has what she has on hand. No extra forces will be allocated from the Imperial Reserve." The order would be turned into encrypted transmissions and dispatched within the hour.

The screens returned to their normal scrolling. Such power, if only it would listen to him and him alone...

by **Cilicia-Antioch** » Tue Mar 10, 2020 3:36 pm

Imperial Bloc caucus meeting
Coruscant
Romaine Vitroix

"The situation is perilous" one of her more alarmist Senate colleagues from the Imperial Bloc stated. "The previous military operations in the Outer Rim that aimed to stabilise and expand Imperial borders are, for all intents and purposes, over. Nor is there a Rebellion to fight against - we fought, they won, we're here now. Tell me Virtroix, you think grandstanding is the way forward? They don't need us - they're looking for the next excuse to take us off our seats and replace us with people more palatable. You cannot carry on like this".

The means in which her Imperial Senatorial colleagues, many of whom were former officers or high level civil servants, to cope with the new reality was more often then not frustrating. Often they were from elite families in the Core Worlds, a power bloc that easily hopped from belief in the weak democratic values of the Old Republic to the depostic majesty of the Empire. Yet the fact that there was a feeling of having a noose tied round their necks was preventing them from easily changing their loyalties.

Romaine was lucky in the sense that her ISB past meant that any files detailing her murkier past had more than likely been deleted. Indeed, she had tried to find some of them but came up dry. It was immensely odd to have her record of her own career incomplete, though beneficial in the context she found herself in; her otherwise unremarkable at worst and brilliant at best record as Governor of Taris was a boon.

"What you're suggesting is that we don't fight at all" Virtroix began. "That we turn up, vote against whatever the latest grand idea from the Chancellery is and lose each and every vote". One Senator, a Palpatinist who was some junior officer in a safe and cozy garrison in the Colonies, sniggered and muttered something about the Tarkin Doctrine. Vitroix ignored this; she knew there were those in the Imperial Bloc who would see her as an ISB pen pusher that held doubts about the way the Empire was going. They were easy to brush aside - they were one speech away from destroying their careers and not even the Core World elitists were minded to listen to them. "I say no to this. The only way we secure amnesty and maintain Imperial institutions and military units is if we force them to the table. We force them to engage with us. And we expose their weakness".

She looked around and noticed something peculiar - the age of a number of Imperial Senators. Something that was curious about the newly restored Senate was its youth. She was one of the elder members of Imperial Bloc and wasn't even particularly old herself. The war had taken a toll and there was a lack of leadership among many factions in the Senate due to this. Perhaps there were some beyond her ex-ISB co-conspirators who would listen. "Senators - for me, the Empire and the New Order meant so much to me. It was the Empire that restored peace and prosperity to my Outer World homeworld of Taris. And it has done that for so many. It took off the chains placed upon by the Separatists and provided freedom through work, safety and pride in the New Order".

She neglected to mention that those chains were then placed upon those very aliens - better that went unsaid as slavery makes even the most loyal Core World Imperial uncomfortable, though it has always been part of life in the Outer Rim.

"In my view, the New Republic has one of two choices" she said. "One is that it realises that all it can do is carry on expanding into the Outer Rim, bringing peace and prosperity. It brings in the Imperial forces that are yet to be disbanded and the weight of the Coruscanti bureaucracy behind it, seeking an accomodation on amnesty so that the Galaxy can unite and expand their frontiers. The other is that the Decentralisers and the Separatists get their way. The economy collapses - the Kuat Drive Yards cuts their shipbuilding quota, arms factories and academies close down, we end up indicted and warrants are issue for our names. Tell me, do you think people will stand by while their neighbours and friends are arrested and their jobs are cut? While pirates starve entire worlds and criminal gangs run rampant? Do you think our friends in the military will stand by and adhere to the orders to disarm whilst this happens?"

She gave a sly half-smile. "Plus, cutting a military whilst good Imperial officers are yet to surrender isn't exactly what I learned at the Academy of Carida". No one seriously thought that the remnant forces' moment was nigh, but one could dream. "Let's put the option there - continue to push for the weight of the military-industrial complex to be behind a New Republic expansion effort in the Outer Rim against extremists beyond the pale of even the Rebels, with our friends among the formerly Imperial forces a full part of the effort. There are Republicans who would like to see that - let's see how their so-called 'Alliance' holds up there".

The strength of the Imperial Bloc, was of course, unity. There was too much at stake to be disunited. And if there's anything Vitroix learned from her time working in the Senate of old, it's that division in the Senate is all too easy to exploit. Voting the way it does as a bloc would inevitably that, in the future, one divided section of the Republican faction would someday come to rely on Imperials for votes. That's where it would all fall apart.

Bringing the topic of Illum back to the table would hopefully merit something productive. Whilst the vote on retaining troops had already been had and thus it couldn't be taken back to the table as it would end up with the same result. Turning it into a debate about commemorating a 'hero' would be useful in sewing division in Republican ranks - there are enough Senators who are unsympathetic to even the most heroic of ex-Imperials to sew division in their ranks. Hopefully, they would reveal their vindictiveness when they vote to deny commemorating a hero of the power that have built.

But most importantly, it would be an opportunity being able to hold the Republican majority to account in their rash decison, particularly if it was discovered there was an extremist involvement in the riots. That was the next piece of the puzzle that Vitroix needed to work on. She had sent out feelers among some of her former compatriots in the ISB, hoping there would be some hint somewhere. And inevitably, there would be - radicals loved nothing more then attaching themselves to every cause that rose up. It was only a matter of time and she would be ready to strike when some unsavoury element of the Rebellion revealed itself.

As other Senators in the bloc began to speak their mind, she turned and thought about the remnants. There is glory in carrying to fight on and she wished she could had been one of them. Indeed, she kept her office and apartment swept for New Republic Intelligence bugs. She set old Imperial codes on priority, ready to answer any message from a loyal officer in the New Republic Military ready to flee to a Remnant warlord, or even a warlord themselves should they require help from friends within the true enemy. She hoped that one day a warlord could unite enough of the Galaxy behind them to make her seriously consider throwing aside the politics and return to the war. She never threw aside her old title of 'General' for that very reason, even if at this point it was simply a honorific one.

For now, she and her fellow conspirators within the New Republic had their own way of keeping the fight going.

by **The Empire of Tau** » Tue Mar 10, 2020 7:06 pm

The National Progressive Party

The Senate vote to remove the 606th Legion is good news for Stebla and the NPP as a whole, but the nature of geopolitics has not allowed Stebla to simply push aside the issue of IIum. Tensions on IIum have sparked off into small firefight, but who knows what else will come next. After a quick-held meeting with the Standing Politburo Committee, it was agreed upon that IIum should be free of the grips of the Republic and Imperial Legion. Stebla then decided to appoint Meadas Lanshon, a well-known Field Marshal in the NPP, to overlook clandestine operations on IIum. The overall goal was to sneak and send over bands of militia units and advisors to IIum to aid the worker’s cause to overthrow General Byras. In light of the development of armor in the urban centers of IIum, Meadas Lanshon has opted to send over hand-held anti-armor weapons to ensure that the tactical edge is held in favor. Volunteers came from the various NPP militia and regular units from all around the Outer-Rim and Middle-Rim, belonging to different groups, such as the People’s Liberation Front, Revolutionary People’s Army, Popular Liberation Army, National Liberation Army, National Democratic Front, New People's Army, Democratic Union Front, United Freedom Forces, and the Peoples' United Revolutionary Movement to name a few. Supply mainly came from the NPP’s many Labour and Worker Unions that gave produced goods to the NPP on a daily basis, along with scavenged up supply. From there, Meadas would slowly flow in the rebel fighters and supply, ramping up the amount as time went on. For now, Meadas had a decent amount of fighters and the supply to fund the operation to IIum, but it was nothing compared to the active fighting taking place elsewhere in the Outer-Rim and Mid-Rim against Imperial warlords and remnants. If successful is found in Meadas's operations then more aid would be provided to her plans.

In the meanwhile, Stebla had more people to appoint for other tasks. Stebla wanted to send over NPP representatives, Totalist ones and former slaves, to the Freedom Coalition to improve and maintain relationships with outside anti-slavery organizations. He wanted the Freedom Coalition to align more with the NPP. Planning this diplomatic mission is Ymokhedo, a former Twi'lek slave. Stebla himself will be heading off towards Salobea to discuss matters with Generalissimo.

Despite the rowdy and desolate nature of the planet of Salobea, Stebla, his security detail, and the several members of the Standing Politburo Committee, did not mind such environment and atmosphere. Within the bunker-complex, like the Wookies, a protocol droid approached Stebla and his group amidst the loud games of sabacc. The droid then spoke to them, informing that Generalissimo was awaiting them in the meeting room, right of the main living space. Maneuvering through the crowded space, Stebla and the seven members of the Standing Politburo Committee would arrive and sit down, just as cooks brought over plates of small bugs. “Thanks for the food, but I’m not that hungry as of now. Anyhow, we have much to talk about.” Stebla states.

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