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Post by Crom'nen on Jun 14, 2015 16:22:53 GMT -8
Landrin allowed himself to be led to the dance floor where he began to dance with her most adroitly. That being said, while he was not unaffected by her look, he did not allow himself to display any reaction to it. I have had many teachers over the years. Rostek always taught me the importance of being able to blend with society. =Bel'fima= Quite facinating. I would love to hear more sometime. That enmity is by your own choice. I have desires to see the galaxy safe from this mysterious game player at any cost. I have been hunting him for a long time and will not stop. I can do more with your help, but without it, I will not hesitate to do whatever it takes to see my ends met. Luckily for you, your actions have not hindered me. In fact, you have, in some small measure, helped me without realizing it. For that I offer my gratitude. I don't know what this game is that you are playing, who this opponent is, or why you chose to involve me. Just remember this, Senator: I too will not hesitate. I too will have my ends met. But for now, I have more immediate matters to which I must attend. We will resume this conversation one day. But for now, stay and enjoy the view. It is amazing what one can see from up here. Crom'nen used his eyes to guide Ludo's gaze toward Mia, before deactivating his jammer and walking off toward a side hallway, with F'rarl lagging only somewhat behind.Meanwhile back on the dance floor...Bel'fima continued to glide around the dance floor, locked with Landrin. She circled him around the outside, doing most of a lap, before suddenly dropping him, without word, into the arms of Mia Ikova. She smiled at them and walked away a few steps, hooking the arm of Avaro again as she walked by.=Bel'fima= They look like a lovely couple, don't they? Almost like they belong together. Now where were we, Senator? |
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Post by Landrin Starholder on Jun 17, 2015 7:49:54 GMT -8
Landrin continues the dance without realizing that his partner had been switched, at least for a few seconds, until he noticed with whom he danced. It took great effort not to stop dead in his tracks on the dance floor. It had been -how many years now?- he could not even remember. These last few years, he had been searching for the person that he was now dancing with. It had all been a blur. He knew that he should say something, but... there were no words to express everything that welled up inside of him at once. For so long he had envisioned what he would do if he came across the one who kidnapped her: how he would charge in, guns blazing, to rescue the woman he loved. Yet this he never expected. If he were honest with himself, he had all but giving up on ever seeing her again.
When he went to Rodia to learn the ways of the Jedi, it had been a sacrifice to bring about this result. But he wondered if he had allowed himself to get sidetracked and complacent during his training. He though back and remembered the night that they had met. She held a candlestick to the back of his neck, making him think it was a blaster. She begged him to take her away with them. She had been desperate to escape her overbearing father and an arranged marriage. Other events came flashing back through his mind all at once. The conversation that night on Gamor, the death of Ebund the Squib, the first time they kissed, when he gave her the necklace. Now he held her in his arms, wearing the same dress she wore the night they met. He had finally found her, and in the end, that's all that matters.
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Post by Mia Ikova on Jun 17, 2015 17:32:47 GMT -8
Landrin continues the dance without realizing that his partner had been switched, at least for a few seconds, until he noticed with whom he danced. It took great effort not to stop dead in his tracks on the dance floor. It had been -how many years now?- he could not even remember. These last few years, he had been searching for the person that he was now dancing with. It had all been a blur. He knew that he should say something, but... there were no words to express everything that welled up inside of him at once. For so long he had envisioned what he would do if he came across the one who kidnapped her: how he would charge in, guns blazing, to rescue the woman he loved. Yet this he never expected. If he were honest with himself, he had all but giving up on ever seeing her again.
When he went to Rodia to learn the ways of the Jedi, it had been a sacrifice to bring about this result. But he wondered if he had allowed himself to get sidetracked and complacent during his training. He though back and remembered the night that they had met. She held a candlestick to the back of his neck, making him think it was a blaster. She begged him to take her away with them. She had been desperate to escape her overbearing father and an arranged marriage. Other events came flashing back through his mind all at once. The conversation that night on Gamor, the death of Ebund the Squib, the first time they kissed, when he gave her the necklace, saving her life. Now he held her in his arms, wearing the same dress she wore the night they met. He had finally found her, and in the end, that's all that matters. |
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Post by Ludo Karesh on Jun 17, 2015 17:39:53 GMT -8
Ludo looks down at the dance floor to where Crom'nen had looked. He stopped dead in his tracks. His fist began to clinch and unclinch. His enemy was there. His sources said the boy was still on Rodia. But now he was here. And Crom'nen knew. Perhaps he had truly underestimated the Twi'lek. He would have to reassess his measure of Crom'nen. But now was not the time to take his revenge. He would wait until his proper moment.
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Jun 18, 2015 8:15:47 GMT -8
As the music concluded, in the shadows, the Twi’lek diplomat closed his eyes and readied himself. He ran his hands down the length of his lekku, forcing them to relax, and hang loosely behind him. He took a deep breath, and opened his eyes.
Crom’nen walked out onto the balcony. No one knew when or how, but somehow, between balconies, he had changed clothes. The robes he wore now were not elegant, but plain. At least, they had been. Now they drew much attention. There was a clear blaster shot in the left shoulder, showing his green skin beneath. The right sleeve was torn, caught on a piece of rebar. Much of the rest was soiled with the brown-red dust of Ryloth’s surface, and soot and ash from the fires of Lessu. The bottoms were soiled with a green-brown, where he had waded through the sewers. His lap was soaked with blood as if he had held a dying person in his lap. These were the very robes he had been wearing during the battle against the pirates.
Crom'nen walked to the podium, looked out over the crowd and spoke with calm eloquence.
Beings of the galaxy, I want to personally thank you for your concern for the people of Ryloth. I must say, that when I was first invited to speak this evening, I was surprised. It is no secret that my tenure as Senator has been mired in controversy. But then I realized that this is not why I was asked here. Therefore, I am not here as a Senator nor a diplomat. I am not here as a leader of Ryloth. No, I am here as a witness.
You have all seen the news reports. I hope that you have taken the time to view each of the holograms found here this evening. I want you to see this personally, as I have. I want you to see Karawn'Olan, a fine warrior who had spent his life defending the capitol building. According to surveillance records, when the derelict ship was burning through the atmosphere, and its trajectory became clear, instead of running outside in an attempt to flee to safety, he ran in to try to save lives.
I want you to see Dia'Waran, a young girl who had escaped a life of slavery. After being kidnapped from her home at the age of seven, where she was sexually abused for the next thirteen years. She was found by the Intergalactic Liberation Mission based in Kala’uun, and freed. After years of both individual and group therapy, she married and had three children. She then joined the charity in order to help others. With her new medical training, she and others travelled with me from Kala’uun to Lessu when the news broke. She was setting a broken arm when a concrete slab landed on her, killing her and her patient instantly.
These are but two stories of countless beings who did not deserve to die that day. Still others lost their homes, their families, their places of employment, their schools, their access to clean water. Ryloth has sadly been a hotspot for slavers throughout our history, and this tragedy is but one in a long list of horrific incidents.
And yet, Ryloth remains. The Twi’lek people are as resilient as ever. Even the poorest of villages have turned out whatever they can to help the people of Lessu. Our own ability to produce rylca has saved countless lives. Food and water have poured out from those doing what they can. Many have even ventured into the darkness to procure ice for clean water for the victims. I am also proud to say that elections have been held, and a new Clan Council is leading the people of Ryloth once more.
The Senator paused for appropriate applause.
The Twi’lek people are still in great need, and will be for some time. Reconstructing a capital city is a slow process. Many of you are aware of that, as very few worlds have remained untouched by such violence. But I suspect that is what brings each of you here this evening. You are not here for the music, spectacular as it might be. You are not here for the food. You are certainly not here for me.
No, what brings us together this evening is that at some point, someone has to say enough. There has been far too much death, far too much senseless destruction. And so we stand together. Senators and Jedi Masters. Humans and non-humans. Republic and Empire. Officers and Mercenaries. Friends and Enemies. We have all gathered together because enough is enough. Each of us would love to declare our worlds off limits. But the only way we can do that is if each of us declares each other’s world’s off limits. There are too many dangers for us to face separately. The Yuuzhan Vong taught us that. We certainly cannot face these threats if we spend our time tearing each other down.
So we gather together this evening because we know that this is not Ryloth’s problem. It is not a Twi’lek problem. It is not an Outer Rim problem. It is not a non-human problem. It is our problem. All of us. By rebuilding one world, we can symbolize that we stand together for all worlds. May tonight be the first step to a longer lasting peace, as all beings of the galaxy recognize the value of all sentient life.
Thank you, may the Force be with us all, and Ma’allesh.
As Crom’nen stepped away, he knew that he had been successful. Regardless of the outcome here, this speech would be played across the galaxy. He would be seen as a Champion of the galaxy. He would be hailed, especially on non-human worlds. Through much of the media, this speech would replace any sourness that lingered after the Jedi trial and all that he said and did there. And so this speech may not have swayed any in this room. But it would sway countless beings in the galaxy. He was back where he wanted to be.
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Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Jun 24, 2015 20:45:42 GMT -8
Zarine let her conversation with Dmitri lapse a bit in light of the Alderaanian Senator's presence. Besides, she had been hoping that tonight would not be all business. However, she knew enough of Dmitri to be aware that he was most likely clueless in the presence of women. Well, she didn't take long to get down to business, did she? Zarine thought ruefully. She hadn't known the Corellian Senator felt so strongly about Alderaan and wondered fleetingly whether his concern was sparked by the dazzling presence of Standash Thul. The corners of her lips twitched in a faint hint of a smile, as she gestured to a passing waiter and lifted a delicate glass of something bubbly from his tray. She needed something to do. All is well, thank you for your concern Senator. She gives him a flirtatious grin. It wasn't all politics and an act. He was old yes, but he was still cute. Plus he was smart and successful in Galactic politics. More than physical attraction, elements like this where her biggest turn ons.How is your home? Has it fully recovered from the attempts at destabilizing it? "Yes, as a people and a planet, we have moved on with our lives, and the physical damage has been repaired. There are some deeper scars that only time will heal, but all is stable, and our resolve to prevent future Sith threats against our security have only been strengthened. We have had the misfortune of seeing what they are capable of..." He sighed, and shot Zarine a momentary glance out of the corner of his eye. She was being strangely quiet. "But that's a heavy subject, and probably best saved for another day. Thank you for asking, though." And it didn't seem likely that Dmitri was going to ask her to dance in spite of the rather promising music. Luckily neither himself nor Standash was Jedi. She certainly didn't want anyone to read her feelings at the moment. She felt like someone else had waltzed blithely into her territory and taken control. The Yavinite realized that this was irrational of course, but the Corellian Senator had made an impression on her. Dark eyebrows drew into a frown in the middle of her forehead, creating a crease just over her nose as she took a long sip of her drink. I'm probably going to need it, she thought to herself, carefully re-assuming a placid exterior like the calm of the sea, hiding the storm beneath.
Zarine looked about, considering a disappearance. "Well, perhaps you should show the Alderaanian around, Dmitri? After all, she's only recently arrived." "Show her around?" Dmitri responded skeptically. His smile faded as he scanned the room. Aside from the various Jedi present and the assorted Republic staffers, there were few faces among the crowd that Dmitri knew on a personal level. And the faces he did recognize were often recognizable for all the wrong reasons. The Corellian wasn't particularly excited to rub elbows with corrupt politicians like Crom'nen, and even less so with war criminals like Khar. Of course, he could be the gentleman and introduce her to the strangers among the crowd from the Imperial and Mandalorian delegations, but somehow he suspected she didn't need any help breaking the ice. All in all, the Yavinite's suggestion was just about the last thing he wanted to do right now."Why, yes, of course." The Senator continued, finding his composure. He didn't see a way out of this one, now that Zarine had made the suggestion. He wondered, did she intend to come with them, or was she suddenly trying to get rid of them for some reason? Senator Thul had interrupted their conversation just as they were getting past the formalities, but surely that couldn't be the entire explanation. Something else was bothering Zarine. "We would be bad hosts indeed if we didn't help you get acquainted." He stood up, and then paused hesitantly as the dance music stopped. Seconds later, Crom'nen made a rather dramatic appearance at the podium, and Dmitri slowly sank back into his seat. "Er, maybe we'd better wait until after the speeches." |
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Post by Alfrick Stay'lod on Jul 1, 2015 9:32:54 GMT -8
THe grizzled bothan listens to the speech. The could deliver a good one. THe cloths were a brilliant touch. The Twi'lek Made a point at the end that would resonate. The galaxy was still teetering on the edge of a mountain, on one side chaos and death, the other love for fellow people. On this the speaker and this old man could agree. Alfrick knew that he would not side with Crom'nen's methods for achieving this, and he believed that the sly Twi'lek would lose sight of the goal before it was achieved, but for now the man was right. Alfrick stood and applauded the triumphant end of the speech.
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Post by Cass on Jul 4, 2015 20:52:26 GMT -8
Cass looks at the woman, thinking he may have an opportunity to impress when the speech starts. It was being relayed on the com systems outside the venue. The man was good, a politician through and through. Had the rumors about him not so strong and in such agreement he would have considered working for him. He still might, things could line up that way. Cass didn't trust him, then again he really didn't trust anyone. He was able to see through the words though and see the undermining he was doing, but the general public would eat it up. The Senator of Ryloth was good at what he did, definitely someone Cass would like to be on good terms with. At least on the surface.
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Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Jul 6, 2015 20:01:56 GMT -8
Cass recalled the name and thought of the face. Ahh, he had met the man, briefly, during the unpleasantness at the the rotunda. What an interesting turn of events.He and I have met, for a few moments yeaster. I would love to speak with him further. "Excellent." She produced a datapad from some hidden pocket in her dress, so swiftly that it almost seemed to appear by magic. "Let me check the Senator's schedule." She paused, glancing at the device, although she really didn't need its help. She knew Dmitri's calendar from memory -- it was the only way she could keep him on schedule. "How about noon, at the Purple Pheasant? It's one of the quieter restaurants at the Senate, with plenty of privacy for personal conversations." This was not the cafe where the attack on Koronov had taken place, but it was another similar establishment among the outer ring of the Senate Rotunda, not far from where everything had started yesterday.Aylee glanced over her shoulder as she sensed a movement, and saw that the Jedi had disappeared back into the gala almost the instant Crom'nen began speaking. Evidently he had other duties to perform tonight, and was convinced that she could handle Cass. Her expression didn't change, but inside she felt a wave of relief, and a touch of pride. |
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Post by Senator Zarine S'daya on Jul 14, 2015 8:21:10 GMT -8
"Show her around?" Dmitri responded skeptically. His smile faded as he scanned the room. Aside from the various Jedi present and the assorted Republic staffers, there were few faces among the crowd that Dmitri knew on a personal level. And the faces he did recognize were often recognizable for all the wrong reasons. The Corellian wasn't particularly excited to rub elbows with corrupt politicians like Crom'nen, and even less so with war criminals like Khar. Of course, he could be the gentleman and introduce her to the strangers among the crowd from the Imperial and Mandalorian delegations, but somehow he suspected she didn't need any help breaking the ice. All in all, the Yavinite's suggestion was just about the last thing he wanted to do right now."Why, yes, of course." The Senator continued, finding his composure. He didn't see a way out of this one, now that Zarine had made the suggestion. He wondered, did she intend to come with them, or was she suddenly trying to get rid of them for some reason? Senator Thul had interrupted their conversation just as they were getting past the formalities, but surely that couldn't be the entire explanation. Something else was bothering Zarine. "We would be bad hosts indeed if we didn't help you get acquainted." He stood up, and then paused hesitantly as the dance music stopped. Seconds later, Crom'nen made a rather dramatic appearance at the podium, and Dmitri slowly sank back into his seat. "Er, maybe we'd better wait until after the speeches." Zarine's eyes brightened at Koronov's obvious discomfort with her suggestion, though only the corners of her lips twitched in a faintly amused smile. She re-settled into her seat as Crom'nen drew the attention of the entire room of people. He was good at doing that. And as he began speaking, Zarine found herself listening to him and occasionally almost agreeing. She frowned, drank the last sip of her drink, and placed the empty goblet on the table. The Twi'lekkan Chancellor was a charismatic speaker and she guessed that many would overlook the things he had done as a result of his ability to smooth things over with words. The Yavinite shot a glance at Dmitri to gauge his reaction, before looking briefly at Standash, wondering where the other woman envisioned herself standing in Republic politics.
When Crom'nen finished and was greeted with a round of applause that Zarine herself felt was a bit enthusiastic, considering the circumstances...maybe it was a bit strained? Maybe she was just reading into it, she lightly touched Dmitri's arm to call his attention back from wherever he'd lost himself in thought. She knew that was normal for him, and in some ways it was kind of endearing. "Are you alright?" she asked quietly, as the orchestra began tuning up again while momentarily suspended conversations buzzed back into life around them.
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Jul 14, 2015 14:28:45 GMT -8
Crom'nen emerged on the floor for the first time this evening, applauded by somewhat lesser Senators that always seemed to fawn over him. They were exclusively non-human. Many of them felt that Crom'nen stood for them against the power of the humans in the core. How he voted, they voted. It was part of what made Crom'nen so powerful. This small voting block followed his whims, making him able to give the majority to one side or the other in tight votes.
Crom'nen spoke to each of them, remembering each name and pronouncing it in the proper dialect. He had, after all, always been gifted in languages. As was his custom, he shook no hands, but gave a customary Twi'lek bow. Crom'nen then excused himself after a few photos for the local news, and made his way to his second-in-command, and he spoke to her in soft whispers.
=Crom'nen=
How was is?
=Bel'fima=
Sufficient.
He could always trust Bel'fima to give him the truth. She knew him better than any, and challenged him to be more. The speech, she knew, was correct, in every statement. It was what the galaxy needed, and why many were here. But it was not heartfelt. Oh, it gave every appearance of it. He would not be much of a politician if he had not mastered being able to lie while appear genuine. But as long as Bel'fima had known him, he had been jaded, unable to hope for anything good. He believed in right and wrong, sure. But he had lost all pretense of good and evil. She knew when push came to shove that he did what was right, but almost always for the wrong reasons. He could see her torment of such thoughts in her eyes. That is why she stayed with him, to be his moral compass. But this was not the time for morality and hope. This was the time for politicking.
=Crom'nen=
Send the press release.
Bel'fima pulled out her datapad and hit a button, sending an e-mail to all news agencies and official Senate offices. The announcement said that the newly elected Clan Council and decided to have Crom'nen resume the office of Senator of Ryloth. Bel'fima, who had been acting Senator, now resumed her position as his chief of staff.
=Bel'fima=
Anything else?
=Crom'nen=
Yes. You look stunning.
=Bel'fima=
Thank you, Senator.
With that, Crom'nen walked away, looking for other conversation.
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Jul 21, 2015 19:33:47 GMT -8
The Jedi Master's eyes never left the Twi'lek Senator as he approached the podium, and then delivered his eloquent remarks. Kel'Al was not surprised by Crom'nen's words or his theatrics, but he took careful note of each point and example. As Ryloth's representative in the Senate, the man had always had a way with words. It was one of the key traits that had brought him into office, and what had enabled him to remain in office so long, and why he remained such a popular figure, especially among the non-human and Outer Rim delegations, despite his treachery. As a Jedi who sought peace and stability for the Republic, he knew that he had a tall task to follow the Senator, but as a retired politician who had once had a reputation of his own for speech-making, the Corellian knew that he was up to the task. The key would be to build upon the foundation Crom'nen had laid. Whatever his personal opinion of the previous speaker, he had said the right things tonight, and for that, he should be commended.
As Crom'nen's speech came to an end, Kel clapped politely, then excused himself from the other dignitaries and made his way to a side room to prepare for his own remarks. The preparation room reserved for the night's speakers was laid out with various delicacies and drinks, as well as several attendants standing by with hair products and waxes and force knows what else, but the Jedi avoided them all, only pausing for the briefest of moments to allow some makeup to be applied to his face. Then, taking the suit laid out for him, he stepped behind a curtain and changed from his green Jedi robes to something a bit more typical of the political elites of the galaxy.
As he dressed, he pondered the visual theatrics upon which Crom'nen had called. They were effective object lessons, but Kel planned to make a very different appeal. He hoped the contrasting styles would be complementary to each other. And he knew many pairs of eyes within the Republic would be upon him, hoping that he would surpass Crom'nen's speech, taking some of the shine off what was obviously intended (even thought he had not yet seen the press release) as the Twi'lek's return. And he understood their hopes. But tonight could not be about internal Republic politics. If his speech served to help the Senator, then unfortunately so be it. The future of the Republic stood on a knife's edge.
Calling upon the Force, Kel began to run through some Jedi techniques for calming and focusing the mind, and gradually, his internal doubts and questions faded away, as well as the distration of internal politics. What remained were his focus, and his speech.
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Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Jul 21, 2015 20:02:18 GMT -8
Zarine's eyes brightened at Koronov's obvious discomfort with her suggestion, though only the corners of her lips twitched in a faintly amused smile. She re-settled into her seat as Crom'nen drew the attention of the entire room of people. He was good at doing that. And as he began speaking, Zarine found herself listening to him and occasionally almost agreeing. She frowned, drank the last sip of her drink, and placed the empty goblet on the table. The Twi'lekkan Chancellor was a charismatic speaker and she guessed that many would overlook the things he had done as a result of his ability to smooth things over with words. The Yavinite shot a glance at Dmitri to gauge his reaction, before looking briefly at Standash, wondering where the other woman envisioned herself standing in Republic politics.When Crom'nen finished and was greeted with a round of applause that Zarine herself felt was a bit enthusiastic, considering the circumstances...maybe it was a bit strained? Maybe she was just reading into it, she lightly touched Dmitri's arm to call his attention back from wherever he'd lost himself in thought. She knew that was normal for him, and in some ways it was kind of endearing. "Are you alright?" she asked quietly, as the orchestra began tuning up again while momentarily suspended conversations buzzed back into life around them. "I ... yes. I guess so." Crom'nen's words had been very convincing. He wasn't sure how the Twi'lek did it. If he had been one of the former Senator's constituents, he would have voted for the man in an instant. And yet, that same Senator had proven to be duplicitous and treasonous, risky the very unity and welfare of the Republic he claimed to love, just to achieve his own personal agenda. But the galactic news cycle and its predictable amnesia was already starting to forget the recent scandal, and it seemed that Crom'nen would be able to skate past this incident just like he always did. Having apparently escaped criminal charges or disgrace at the hands of his own people, he might even try to return to the Senate soon.Slowly, Dmitri shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts from his mind. He couldn't be worrying about the Twi'lek. There was nothing he could do except stay vigilant, and work to prevent the inevitable scandals from tearing the Republic in half. This was just one more in a long line of signs that it was time to put his much-delayed plan into action. His face brightened again. "That was a terrific speech, don't you think?" He continued, smiling at Zarine and then glancing at Standash. "Just what was needed to open the galaxy's purse strings a little wider." He watched them both, curious to judge their reactions to Crom'nen. Would they buy his words, or had they alraedy started to pick up on the other, less desirable facets of the politician? |
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Post by Standash Thul on Jul 24, 2015 20:20:23 GMT -8
The man was convincing, the masses were going to eat this up. The 18 year old girl inside Standash wanted to eat it up as well, but the years of preparing for this place, these types of people, and these situations didn't give her the luxury of being so naive. She saw through him, but she had been taught to. His words were like candy to the masses, even some respected senators and businessmen seemed to be falling pray to their sweetness. Standash knew that was all they were, candy. Sugar processed time and time again until nothing remained but instant joy followed by crash and rot.
Like any candy the taste was good. Bringing the galaxy together as one, coming to the aid of hardworking people that need it. What could be sweeter?
It was like most politicians speeches, all sweet nothing to last.
It would serve Crom'nen's personal cause well. She was never around to see his crimes first hand, but she had heard about them. This speech would make them a distant memory as long as he didn't overplay his hand. He would be back in his senate seat before the end of the week to a thunderous applause, more than half of it genuine. If he made a play for the vacant Chancellor's seat that would be over playing, but if he played it right he would be someone the next chancellor would have to deal with constantly, "The voice of the non-human's." By the Force she hopped he wouldn't use that moniker.
She nods to Koronov. Spoken like a man of many years doing this, the funds should flow in from all around the galaxy.
She chose her words carefully. Korinov was the best at this game, he would be testing to see if she had fallen for Crom's honeyed words. She did her best to let him know she had not, while still playing the game. She gives him a girlish grin.
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Post by Cass on Aug 2, 2015 23:45:46 GMT -8
I will meet him there. I may have a few things to take care of until thin my lady.
He turns to take his leave, but then thinks better of it. He focuses and puts his hannd on his back. He is holding something small. One more thing. With the skill of a seasoned pickpocket he puts the small item in hers Give that to the Jedi, he will know what to do with it.
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Post by Crom'nen on Aug 20, 2015 6:07:13 GMT -8
As Crom'nen continued to work the room, he met up again with his bodyguard Dunn and former lobbyist now his Foreign Affairs Advisor Ar'lah. She was quite pleased with him and made no effort to hide it, as he made no effort to hide his indifference towards her. Many Senators should be receiving the news of his re-appointment as Senator on there personal datapads at any moment. Some of the non-human Senators, those who formed his loyal voting block, were quite pleased. Others, including many foreign diplomats were quite perturbed. A few even voiced as much. Crom'nen replied diplomatically while offering no apologies.
Finally, Crom'nen circled toward the center of the room, where a group of human Senators gathered together. Typical humans. They are willing to come and help "lesser species" so long as they can do so from their comfortable bubbles without actually interacting with any outside their species. Sometimes it appeared that Palpatine's New Order was more prevalent in the Republic than the Empire. He knew this to been factually incorrect, but it was an appearance nonetheless. It was one that many of his "followers" believed in, and one he had been forced to exploit from time to time.
The Senator gave his typical bowed head of greeting.
=Crom'nen=
Senators, thank you for coming out to support my people this evening. Senator Koronov, it is pleasant to see you again. Senator S'daya, Senator Thul, I do not believe we have been formerly introduced. I am Crom'nen.
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Post by Standash Thul on Aug 20, 2015 21:09:23 GMT -8
The pleasure is all mine. I have heard a lot about you, many nights reading over your dossier. I must say none of it does you justice. Your work for the non human portions of the Galaxy has been on my parents minds for years. In fact they had hoped to aid you in some of them now that Alderaan has returned from our isolation. Of course that was before the tragedy struck your people.
He was someone she had been waiting to meet. Power and influence galore, he was someone to watch. Corrupt as then come, but he was someone that could help her get to her ends. She expected him to use this tragedy and this speech to return to the senate, and he was an ally she wanted.
My people once had a reputation across the galaxy for our humanitarian missions. With your approval, of course, I would love to send relief ships to Ryloth. My cousin is one of the best surgeons and hospital organizers on my planet. Name the resources you need, and I will have her gather it all and lead the mission herself.
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Post by Crom'nen on Aug 24, 2015 12:11:41 GMT -8
Crom'nen bowed his head in acceptance of the compliment.
Unfortunately, neither of our peoples are immune to such tragedies: yours at the hands of Tarkin, and mine at the hands of countless generations of slavers. What we have endured fight after fight. I suppose it was too much to hope that our recent peace would last. It seems that the enemy has made up for lost time.
In the mean time, my people would be grateful, especially for any medical treatment. We have our Rylca, but no resources to replace limbs lost to amputation. Our economy will take far longer to recover. We need industry, employment. Our people are proud, and do not wish for charity. They wish to earn their livings, but that is impossible right now. Our government needs revenue as well, to provide for those too poor to afford insurance to replace their homes. I hope that this gala does not just raise money, but awareness.
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Post by Standash Thul on Aug 25, 2015 13:33:09 GMT -8
The 18 year old could hardly hide her excitement, but she did. This was why she was here.
You speak the truth Crom'nen. Medical and even financial aid are not an acceptable end. They are needed but will only solve short term problems without fixing anything really. The medical aid and financial gifts to the Ryloth government will be on their way before this party has finished, I can assure you of that.
But to address the lasting issue. A long term plan of prosperity, Alderaan is in a very unique place to help the Twi'leks. We are a very wealthy planet with very wise and gifted businessmen, however do to our isolation in the recent past they have been unable to expand past our system. They are ready to invest off world. I am sure an agreement could be reached between our peoples to secure special trade and investment rights?
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Post by Crom'nen on Aug 28, 2015 7:00:15 GMT -8
Crom'nen nodded in agreement, and Ar'lah stepped closer. Ar'lah was older than Crom'nen, with crow's feet around her eyes and some added pounds, but she was none the less beautiful. Her green skin was only a slightly darked shade than his own. It almost looked emerald against the elegant black dress she now wore. Once upon a time, she had been a powerful lobbyist on Coruscant, but she disappeared some months after a terrorist attempt on the Senate. Only recently had she reappeared, as a part of Crom'nen staff.
Yes, I think such trades could be worked out. Our primary export these days is rylca, a product similar to bacta but without giving support to the Thyferran cartels. Our export of this product will be stalled for up to the next few months as the need on our own world is so great. Luckily, much of it is produced in Kala'uun, not Lessu, so production should continue.
=Ar'lah=
Of course, for any investments, the Clan Council will have to decide what taxes may be involved from a foreign investment firm. Hello, I'm Ar'lah, the Senator's Foreign Affairs Advisor.
Unlike Crom'nen, who traditionally bowed in the ways of his world, Ar'lah was born and raised here on Coruscant. She stuck out her hand for a handshake as was the human custom.
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