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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Jun 3, 2013 23:35:04 GMT -8
Through the Grand Concourse by way of the Mon Calamari repulsor lift stationed just across the Supreme Chancellor's Podium, lies the semi-private office of Senator Cihlbar, the senior Senator of the Galactic Senate and the chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee-- with which it chambers is connect to Cihlbar's office. Cihlbar is accompanied by his Minister of the Interior, Trist Maniam; and Admiral Vrenka, commander of the 1st Outer Rim fleet of the Republic and Advisor to the Military Council.
Their in the elegant and ornate chambers of the Mon Calamari delegation with tranquil flowing waterfalls; flowing symmetrical every couple of meters down the hall before they greeted by P-3C0, Cihlbar's protocol droid (which proves essential to working with the thousands of diverse species of the Galactic Republic). Pillars of the oceans techno color coral ornate the hallway and carpet were that blue velvet, aqua with golden lily outlays.
Cihlbar discusses matters that are gravelly pressing; both domestic and abroad from the Great Sea of Dac. . . .
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Jun 18, 2013 20:58:45 GMT -8
Several prominent members of the Senate's delegation from all across the galaxy have found there way into the aquatic themed Senatorial offices of Cihlbar. As Parliamentarian of the Galactic Republic, it is Cihlbar's perogative to set the working agenda of the premier meeting at the calling of the session of Senate. And as it turns out. there is several things that the Senate must address. Not the least of these, are the several civil aggressions, conflicts, terrorisms and otherwise out right rebellion on several key member systems in the Republic. Cihlbar is commiserating with several of those Senators who are experiencing those civil unrests; with the co-council of his own trusted Advisors, provides experience and knowledge of how he has dealt with terrorism on his own planet. While also referring several of their systems' economic concerns to his staff and Ministery of the Interior, to look over for analysis and come up with mock ups for their particular system and proposals for domestic relief plans, while also putting them on the list of concerned systems for the agenda.
The general feeling of the large Senatorial office that is bustling more then a campaign headquarters, is that everyone was generally impressed with how much the Mon Calamari was handling the high volume of questions and concerns his office was getting-- conducive to the highest standards of dignity and grace. A true servant leader with a truly giving spirit.
But the first thing is first, the vetting of leading candidates for the office of Supreme Chancellor. Cihlbar has heard whispers of Crom'nen, and Darma. Cihlbar will have to hear what they have to say about that.
One thing is for certain, Senate must call a meeting and soon, in order to provide security to the sovereign systems of the Republic. . . .
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Post by Palatine, Argos Theties Echion on Nov 6, 2013 9:03:36 GMT -8
The hololith within the Chancellor's office fluttered on, displaying a well dressed young man sitting on a comfortable armchair.
"Hello Chancellor, My name is Argos Echion of house Echion of Brentaal IV, and I'm here to offer our assistance as a member of the Republic. Of course you know that our planet and merchants have helped shape the politics and economy of the Galaxy for centuries..." The young man leaned forward steepling his slender, well manicured fingers. "And in these uncertain times, The Houses have elected me to speak for them, and the populous of our great planet. It seems mutually beneficial for Brentaal to have a seat in the senate, as we are one of the main hubs for Republic trade... among others." Argos shrugged. "A senate seat could help certify our dealings with you and yours, maybe even help in discounted fees and possible hand outs." Argos gave a charismatic smile. "Always, since I seem to have caught you're answering service. I will leave it at that. Consider it a political and economic offering." Agros stood up, the holo-image following him. He tugged his jacket, straightening the lapels and smoothing his suit out before bowing slightly. "I will await your reply... Thank you for your time, Chancellor."
With that the hololith went dark.
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Nov 10, 2013 17:04:11 GMT -8
A small chime went off on the Chancellor's aquatically ornate desk, a small holo of the one who claimed to be the duly elected leader of Brentaal. a pivotal system on the Hydian Way-- a hyperspace trade route leading into the heart of the Core.
The Mon Calamari Chancellor listened to the stately human, and declined his head to the human. In the signature gravelly and aquatic-accented Basic, responded in his seated position around his chair. The office largely remained the same, however, four blue clade Senatorial guards were posted around the office. "Thank you for your communication, esteemed Speaker of the Brentaal people. I will make sure that the subject of your system of joining the ranks of the glorious Republic be put on the Agenda on the coming general assembly of the Senate. All committees are currently in session dealing with other issues of the Republic-- but, as I mentioned, your request for admission will be considered among the general Senate."
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Post by The 401st Division on Feb 5, 2014 5:36:15 GMT -8
General Mikael Gonn, a tall human in a fairly well pressed Republic officer's uniform, stepped out of the elevator's doors into the waiting area to see the Senator of Mon Calamari. The general was not a political creature except when called for by his job. It came in handy sometimes, knowing which clans or families or guilds could be trusted to shoot at one another first instead of at his boys in the 401st. Nor would he hesitate to use those skills in a courtroom to protect his boys from the long arm of the law which occasionally reached for them after they got their jobs done.
"General Mikael Gonn, to see Chancellor Cihlbar," he said to the secretary before taking a seat. Amazing- the stuck up fish had a flesh-and-blood secretary too. Most of the other political dogs had long since converted to protocol droids to better line their pockets.
Unlocking his datapad, he started going over his summons from Cihlbar.
Recent actions on Coruscant lower levels... food riots... excessive use of force... unacceptable civilian casualties... Republic military standards... possible court proceedings...
Nothing I haven't read a hundred times before, with a hundred times more teeth.
It didn't make sense to him. A food shortage in the lower city, so the 'crats sent in an entire Republic division to restore order? How about ten tons of bread and gruel? Oh... no... that'd take too much money. Send in 50,000 of the Republic's best to put the gutter rats in their places instead and then act shocked when soldiers shoot back? Made perfect sense to the 'crats. In a twisted, topsy-turvy way. He guessed...
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Feb 6, 2014 17:54:53 GMT -8
The attractive Alderaanian female receptionist buzzed the Chancellor's comm ::General Gonn here to see you Chancellor.::
Cihlbar sends his acknowledgements, the receptionist brought her attention to the General. "The Chancellor will see you now." As she goes smiles the politest of smiles, and resumes her stately duties of keeping the Chancellor's calendar balanced. . . .
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Post by The 401st Division on Feb 7, 2014 7:44:39 GMT -8
The General nodded quietly, switching off his datapad. The iron-haired man stood up, took one last look at his uniform in an aquarium's reflection before deciding against any last-second appearance changes.
He approached the door, not bothering to knock as he was invited by the Chancellor himself, and stepped inside the 'crat's office.
The human general, standing on the threshold of Cihlbar's office, was not the picture of military pomp and excess it could have been. Gonn had been deployed to enough worlds that he could decorate his entire chest in a rainbow of ribbons and service medals. Instead, the crisp grey Republic Uniform held his two Stars of Rank, and his abdomen had three medals- two Purple Novas, noting wounding in action, and a Republic Service Star for valor in combat. His sidearm was absent as was his ceremonial saber. All-in-all, this was not the look of a man prepared to use every tool, every award and decoration, to plead for mercy from the Republic's high command.
"You summoned me, Chancellor?"
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Feb 13, 2014 23:17:58 GMT -8
As the entry to his private office hissed shut behind the General from the 401st Division, The Mon Calamari Chancellor looks up from his datapad with obvious annoyance inabetted in his bulbous eyes. The aqua-skinned Dacian rose from his seat and lifted the datapad and showed it to the General before tossing back on the desk. Cihlbar drew in the air audibly to find patience as he locked his webbed hands behind his back and paced towards the viewport before beginning; he stares out on the cityscape and finds the view of the jedi temple and with the signature gravelly aquatic accent says. . .
"What have you to say about your men, General? You represent the Republic's finest and this laundry list of discrepancies with your conduct is not becoming of an in high ranking officer in the Grand Army of the Republic. How do you explain this, General?!"
The young Mon Calamari whips his head around and brings his bulbous eyes to bear on the General with growing agitation-- even as he spoke the words. . . but the Chancellor served as chair of the Senate Judiciary committee and is known to be fair. He will hear what the General has to say. . . .
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Post by The 401st Division on Feb 14, 2014 7:35:37 GMT -8
"Well Chancellor," the general said, glancing at the datapad's contents. "The 401st was deployed with a mandate to restore order in that sector of the lower city 'by any means necessary.' As you are well aware, the discontent came from a chronic food and water shortage due to malfunctioning freight elevators and old pipelines. The 401st was sent down in full force and I immediately dispatched my combat engineers to get the pipelines and elevators working."
The general took a moment to pick his next words carefully. While not every order for every division in the Republic crossed Cihlbar's desk, it was still entirely possible that the Chancellor had dispatched the 401st and not some faceless bueareucrat.
"Regarding the... incidents which you refer to, the 401st was not sent down with extra rations and water supplies to distribute to the populace, which I requested prior to deployment. Without those supplies the only feasible means to quell the unrest left to me was a decree of martial law under the Republic military code. If I can't quell the violence with an open hand, Chancellor, the only option left to me is a closed fist. Curfews were enforced, punishment was meted out when necessary, and the cost of this was some 329 civilians killed to my 47 troopers who lost their lives. And I will not apologize for my soldiers defending themselves.
"May I also note that my men were not deployed in full battle garb outside of the headquarters we set up. Riot shields and stun batons were our primary arms, with blaster pistols to be used at discretion. The armored vehicles noted in the report were APCs, not tanks as has been sensationalised by the media."
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Feb 14, 2014 20:35:17 GMT -8
"By any means necessary? We are charged with protecting the good beings of the Republic. Not control them."
The Chancellor refocus his attention back out of the viewport he was standing by. "You were sent down there for a specific mission. . . those complications you were briefed about are . . . symptoms to what I feel to be something much. . . more complicated." The Chancellor is rightfully enigmatic about what he is trying to allude to; he brings his bulbous eyes back on the General. "What did you find down there?" Cihlbar sends the question out there as if the General was privy to the ulterior mission the 401st was sent down there. . .
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Post by The 401st Division on Feb 16, 2014 9:31:28 GMT -8
"'By any means necessary' means 'by any means necessary,' Chancellor. Sometimes it is necessary to protect the people from themselves. Hunger can drive a man to desperate and dangerous things. Steal from his neighbor, fight with an armored platoon of soldiers, or in one case, to eat his own mother."
The General took a moment to open his datapad, visibly shutting off the wireless device. He quickly did the same thing to the Chancellor's before turning to the door, making sure it remained shut before he spoke.
"The service elevators and water pipes were older models, but their maintenance records were spotless. Either the Force itself intervened to shut down seven industrial water pipes and nine industrial freight elevators beneath a Republic military starship construction yard, or we're looking at sabotage, Chancellor. Likely by the undercity spice gangs were responsible. Why they would cut off their own food and water shipments was a mystery to my men, so I tasked a black-ops company with rounding up the gangs with extreme prejudice. We found military grade rations in the hideouts of one of the gangs, Chancellor. Enough to live through whatever shortage they would cause. My men applied certain techniques to those we captured. They all cite an outsider bringing them the supplies and a sum of untraced credits in exchange for sabotaging the lower levels before planting bombs on the main supports for the factory complex above them. The prisoners do not agree on a name, a gender, political affiliation, or physical description. We may be looking at black-ops team or an individual with powerful Force talents.
"We found no military level explosives, which leads me to believe that the bombs were to be deployed during a full-scale riot. The support pillars have a security presence at all times, after all. Easily a hundred guards during all shifts. Our deployment kept that level of chaos from happening and whoever was backing the gang did not make that last delivery. None of this has been written down anywhere, of course. Without a body or a piece of definitive evidence, we're left with the 'it was a mass mechanical malfunction' story with the press."
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Feb 19, 2014 0:24:40 GMT -8
For the first time during the interaction Supreme Chancellor listened intently to what the General had to say. After Gonn completed his off the record report, Cihlbar strolled over to his desk and keyed a button, a portal slides open and a clearly muscular orange-skinned Mon Calamari in a crisp white naval GR uniform; the Dacian strolls in with military dignity but the comfort of familiarity. The Chancellor says, "General Gonn, I am sure you recognize Grand Admiral Vrenka of the GR naval fleet and serves as a part of the Joint Chiefs of the Armed Forces. Admiral, report to the General your information."
==Admiral Vrenka==
Vrenka recognizes a genuine warrior when he sees one and offers webbed hand for a handshake out respect and professional courtesy. Obliging his old friend and commander-in-chief he addressed the General "recent reports from Republic Intelligence services dirtside indicated that slums in key parts of the Underworld of Coruscant were being choked out. RIS agents were sent in deep cover to the spice gang that rose to prominence shortly after the supplies began to shorten. The agents made it to the higher ranks, but before they could identify the leaders of this plight, they were murdered." Admiral Vrenka keys a hologram from a device off of his belt, two Duros and a Trandoshan laid dead in what was clearly a Republic medical facility. "The burn marks and slash angles are consistent with burns from a lightsaber. The jedi have all been locked down and put into action abroad because of this 'Holy Crusade' the Mandalorians have declared against them, so it is highly unlikely it is from anyone from their organization-- despite public opinion." Admiral Vrenka keys the holograph shutdown and returns to his belt.
The Chancellor takes a step forward to directly address the General. "There much greater evils at play here, General. There is something bigger then a simple spice gang looking to capitalize on a distracted government. This isn't the work of an overly righteous Mand'alor whose politics are the quintessential definition of extraordinary. No. Something else-- and I want you to find out what--"
Before the Supreme Chancellor Cihlbar can give the General his marching orders, a chime from the Chancellor's urgent line came on. ::Sir, a representative from the Dark Tide is here and wishes to be seen; she is demanding a slot at the top of the agenda for this afternoon's general assembly. The parlaimentarian has put her in and summoned the Senators present to the Rotunda.::
The Supreme Chancellor's bulbous swiveled to the top military commanders in the room. "What in the Force is going on in this Republic, gentlemen. Not the army, navy or even the Jedi--" a beckoning hand spreads wide to usher in a dignified Corellian Jedi Master from the same anteroom that the Admiral was found in "--could get to the bottom of this so that we may find a solution to this problem. All of you will follow me to the Rotunda and hear what is to be said, and what the military committee has resolved to do."
With nothing more, the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic walked out of his office to be immediately flanked by two high Republic guards clad all in blue. A few more paces out to the open hallway and another pair fell in to protect the rear. Presumably the other three beings in the meeting followed shortly behind to join the Chancellor and Vice Chancellor Darma on the dais of the General Assembly. . .
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Apr 19, 2014 21:59:50 GMT -8
The Supreme Chancellor makes it back from the short distance to the Dias into the anteroom, past the front desk and the Senatorial guards posted at his inner office to protect him, and straight into his inner office. The distinguished Mon Cala makes deliberate stribes towards his desk and immediate reviews the footage from the most recent general assembly of the Senate.
What happened in there?! Addressing the Corellian Jedi that still accompanied him. What was the Sith doing here? Why were they asking for our help? Why did the Senate even consider it? How has the Empire taken so much ground? What happened to the Holy War? That decisive end at Kuat seems too. . . clean.
And where are the jedi on this?! I can only defend the order for so long, Master Jedi! The members of the military committee have apparent no faith in their would be collaborators and it is clear that every joint venture has fallen to shambles thanks to the Jedi. What have you done as part of the High Council done to rally the ORDER!?!?!?
This has been the most emotional response the Supreme Chancellor has gotten since his brother was killed in the Council Shell all those years ago; and that was exactly the time when the Jedi Watchmen was assigned to his sector and Mon Calamari rose in prominence in the Republic once more. But how will the Jedi respond to these blatant accusations against his order.
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Post by Will Sontir on Apr 19, 2014 22:22:35 GMT -8
The hood on the jedi's robes is removed from his head and reveals Jedi Master Will Son'tir, the Watchmen of Mon Calamari and trusted Advisor to the Supreme Chancellor. His piercing blue eyes has a hardened look about them as he endures the barrage of mostly rhetorical questions. . . until the Chancellor got to the questions about the Jedi. Will takes his eyes off the Chancellor and sets on the viewport that faces the Jedi Temple; it's five towers looking majestic but distant as the sunset falls beyond the Rotunda's reach.
"Supreme Chancellor, I have been. . . replaced on the High Council of the Jedi Order. A moment to swallow some of the extra saliva in his mouth before continuing. My experiences in all the conflicts in the Mandalorian Holy War led me to . . .take a moment to pause where I am within the Order. . ." Will's eyes glisten as the memories of the blasterfire, the flames and all the jedi that he could not save. . . and all ner'vod he had to slay to protect the innocent came to light behind his eyes."This conflict shook the Jedi Order to it's very core. And I don't even recognize it anymore. ." or myself, Will wanted to add, but found it inappropriate. "Chancellor, if you'd accept, I would like to offer my services to protect you as part of your personal contingent of security. . ."
Will has found himself on shaky ground with the Order, the new Council members in disagreement with his views of decisive action and strict mobility, found himself without assignment or detail; so offering his service to the highest of public servants seemed the best way he could serve given the circumstances. The enclave on Mon Calamari has not reported any activity in several cycles, and the Chancellor is under a lot of scrutiny for his pro- jedi stances, and his perception of soft actions against both the Sith and the Mandalorians. . .
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Apr 19, 2014 22:56:52 GMT -8
The Chancellor blinks at the surprise of what the Jedi Master had to say about the Order. "I am sorry to hear that, Master Jedi. . .Will." Cihlbar sits down and reverts his attention away from the holovid and gives Son'tir his full attention. "I pray that the Order comes back in place so that they may resume their rightful place as protectors of the peace and guardians of freedom." Cihlbar considers Will's offer, but even without the Force, Cihlbar notices that there is something clearly. . . out of the ordinary for the usually jovial Corellian Master something. . .cold. and that disturbs Cihlbar.
"Will, you know that I trust you with my life; you have saved it on a number of occassions as it already stands. But as you say, the jedi are not what they once were; and with the opinion heavily swaying against the jedi, it would not look favorable for me to take you on as part of my public contingent. The beings of the Republic must be shown that the Jedi are here to serve them. Now that you are no longer on the Council, you can no longer assure me that they are, Will. I owe you my life, but I don't owe blind allegiance to the Order. I am sorry, Master Son'tir-- but until such a time that the ties between the Order and the Republic are strengthened and public opinion swayed, I must decline your offer to protect my life and must ask you to leave immediately."
Now it is the Chancellor's bulbous eyes' turn to glisten as he banishes his long time friend and confidante from his presence and the service to the Republic. . .
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Post by Will Sontir on Apr 19, 2014 23:06:37 GMT -8
Will's eyes drop in defeat.
There is nothing more to say.
Will bows deep, avoiding eye contact with the Mon Cala. Tears openly forming. Will brings his hood on his jedi robe over his head once more and his face is once again shrouded in darkness. . .
Will leaves the Chancellor's office. . . .
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Apr 20, 2014 20:33:15 GMT -8
Chancellor Cihlbar watched as his close friend and trusted adviser leaves his inner sanctum and banished from his presence. The Mon Calamari, usually calm and level headed-- swipe a webbed hand across his desk, knocking off the items on his desk audibly on the ground; prompting the Senate guards to come in with electro pikes blazing, alert for any attackers.
Cihlbar lifts the same hand to flag them away. "Thank you, but everything is find. Safe word:Nanook." a phrase he has worked out with the security detail to authenticate the Chancellor's safety; in case Cihlbar finds himself under duress. . .
"Send word to Vice Chancellor Darma, I would like to speak with him immediately."
== Senatorial Guard==
As you say, Chancellor.
The blue clad senatorial guards bow and shut the doors.
The Mon Calamari makes his around his desk once more and sits down, ignoring the mess he has made of his office, and rotates the chair to watch the sunset on the city planet. . . .
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Post by Vice-Chancellor Darma on Apr 30, 2014 17:58:38 GMT -8
Darma arrived and strode toward the Chancellor's desk but did not take a seat, until it was offered. His bearing regal and calm, though he was curious and slightly worried by the unusual summons. Stopping just behind the chairs in front of the Chancellor's desk, Darma inquired as to the nature of the summons.
What can I do for you today, Chancellor Cihlbar?
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on May 4, 2014 23:58:22 GMT -8
As Darma enters, the small catasrophe that was the little knick knacks, datapads, and a small amount of broken glass all astray around the Chancellors desk. The Large aquarium on one side of the office full of colorful sea life from the great sea of Dac was more lively then usual. The meditative waterfall installed for Cihlbar to feel more at home with rushing water felt . . .less therapeutic.
Cihlbar waits for the portal to shut behind before addressing the Vice Chancellor with a deeper accent of gravel indicative of the species.
"Budi, what in the great stars in going on around here?!?"
Cihlbar did not even bother to approach this discussion professionally or with any tact, Cihlbar has known Darma for along time and they have participated in a number of closed door rendezvous in the past; Cihlbar has been known for his passion-- but this particular set of Senators in the Galactic Senate, he had to play it much more carefully with his priorities.
"The Jedi have suffered a major loss with the onset of the Mandalorian conflict. Dozens of them died. Died! Doing what? Doing what they do best, protecting those who cannot. What do we do? Nothing! Thousands of our own died from this conflict and our compatriots-- who we have been tasked to lead-- could not decide whether to get involved or not because the Mandalorians because they were only targeting Jedi?!? We did nothing! And we blamed them for not being apparent or try to assist us in other conflicts while they pursued their Mando Assailants. Worse, we cast them aside as pet we tired of because it didn't love us any more.
"Now, in the wake of the Jedi absence, opinion plummets with them. And who but known Sith leaders come to ask for aide, and you and I are forced to abide their presence as our peers grant them the assistance we denied to the Jedi. Now the Darktide are in position to begin another War based on the sheer intelligence they now have accessed to just by being at the capitol and in the presence of the free galaxy's leaders. On top of that, intelligence reports from the Deep Core tells me that the True Galactice Empire has shored up the Moffs and are industrializing its forces.
"Our member systems are receding from the Republic, our economy is still in shambles, the military infrastructure is slow to rise back to its former glory and our allies turn into potential enemies with every cycle that passes."
While the whole time the Chancellor was ranting, he found that his webbed hands planted themselves on the desk shaking as he leans across table to the still standing Vice Chancellor. The Mon Cala blinks his bulbous eyes to moisturize them. Cihlbar takes a breath and sits and motions for Darma to sit.
Many, Budi, would say we are leading a weak government. We are not doing it well, my friend. I ask again, what is going on? We are competent leaders, there is something afoot that one or both of us are missing.
The Chancellor motions for Darma to take a seat.
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Post by Vice-Chancellor Darma on May 5, 2014 12:49:18 GMT -8
Budi listened to the chancellor's rant and began to understand the meaning of the summons, this was not going to be a particularly pleasant meeting, simply because there was little to discuss that was even remotely pleasant. Darma wasn't bothered by the lack of formality, and in this case was grateful for it, as it plainly laid this out as a strictly personal visit. Politics was the subject, but that was not the game here. Taking a seat across from Cihlbar, Darma considered his response only briefly before giving his own reply.
I am not as enamored by the Jedi Order as I once was. I think they can thank their own decision to isolate themselves from the rest of the republic for the general animosity they have received from the public. Beings have always feared what they do not understand, and the force is a very difficult subject for those of us who cannot feel it's current. This combined with their voluntary distance, which is often misinterpreted as simple arrogance, or even disdain for the masses, neither of which is true I know, but for beings guided by some all knowing force, they have made some serious blunders, the general withdrawal from galactic society not withstanding. Some of them, a master no less, is directly responsible for the destruction of Lessu, the capitol of a staunchly republic world. Their losses while noted in databases, are mostly unfelt in the republic since the numbers are faceless, and not directly connected to any republic population. Yavin IV and Carida, were strictly Jedi Worlds, the Mandolorians were wise to attack the isolated temples, while completely bypassing the temple here on Coruscant, supposedly the jedi's greatest temple, which lent credibility to the dissenter's arguments of trickery and falsehood.
The sith lords are indeed eager to make the most of our division, and I cannot fault them for their intelligence in this matter, though it is ill timed on our end of things. I have even gone so far as to allow one such lord to tentatively join the republic because he has substantial resources to offer in exchange, especially military resources. The jedi aren't happy about it, but hopefully that means they'll keep a watchful eye or two on him. I don't trust the Vor, but I hope this will help involve the jedi on our proceedings once more, and let the republic see that they are working for our good, at least most of the time. I don't know if it will work, but we need the ready to go military resources, and this was the fastest way I could think of to re-integrate the jedi into the republic.
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