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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2017 18:16:43 GMT -8
The Senate Chamber of the Galactic Alliance. Constructed in a similar fashion to that of the old Republic Senate Chamber
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2017 9:08:34 GMT -8
Once the new Constitution of the Galactic Alliance had been formally ratified, each member world of the GA sent representatives to Mon Calamari to server within the senate. But where before the Senate had held almost infinite power under the Republic, their powers were now a lot more finite. They were a legislative body now, meaning they could create, vote on, and sign new laws into creation. With the Judiciary keeping a check on their actions, and the Executive Branch holding the power that the Senate had once abused, it was an improved system. One that allowed each world their freedoms, gave them representation, and stopped corruption from spreading once more within the echelon's of power
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Post by Standash Thul on Aug 21, 2017 21:31:29 GMT -8
After a few days studying on New Alderaan, Standash and a small delegation made their way to Mon Calamari. Standash and her office personal road in Mirrored green J-Type Diplomatic barge, her guards in 12 unarmed A-wings as an escort. They circled the city getting a lay of the area, and learning the updrafts from the sea.
Standash was nervous, though her face wouldn't show it. To some here, she was a hero that ended the corrupt and inept Republic. To others, she was worse than Moff Tarken. The destroyer of something old and cherished. She had seen some the worlds invited, Corellia was on it. Demitri was someone she was certain wouldn't be happy to see her. She had hope that he was passed it and realized she did what was best, but she figured it was a fools hope.
The Barge landed at the Senate Complex. Herself, 3 aids, and 4 guards departed the barge and four fighters. The fighters were locked on the barge's wings and they went off to set up the embassy. Standash entered the building trying to be ready for anything.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 12:45:41 GMT -8
Triumvir Kitax Wulbull and a couple of his aides were travelling from a meeting back towards his office, when Standash entered the Senate building. He had heard the story of how a young senator from New Alderaan had gotten herself elected to the highest office within the Republic. Before tearing it down. There were many within the Galactic Alliance that were torn over their feelings for her. Some still held faith that the Republic was still a shining beacon of democracy and had it been given the chance, could have self corrected. But Kitax was not one of them. He recognized the need for the fall of the Republic. To make way for a better system. Standash, he felt, also understood that mindset. Else he doubted she would have dissolved the Republic.
From what he had heard, she had managed to stabilise Corsucant and hand it back to the people, before travelling to New Alderaan. And now, she was here, on Mon Calamari. It didn't take a genius to understand what she was doing here. With the Republic gone, and the First Order having pushed the offensive down through the Core, New Alderaan would need new allies to ensure its sovereignty. He ushered his aides to follow him as he made his way over towards her
Greetings, and welcome to Mon Calamari... and more importantly, the Galactic Alliance Senate Building... I am Trimvir Kitax Wulbull. And you must be Princess Standash Thul. It is a pleasure, your highness...
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Post by Standash Thul on Aug 25, 2017 20:56:31 GMT -8
It is a pleasure, Mr. Wulbull. I have only been here once, as a little girl. So much blue, this planet is so beautiful in its own way.
She was frustrated at the quick turn here. When she went to the Republic she had spent almost 3 years studying and researching the people she would be dealing with. Here she was going in cold. Most knew more about her than she knew about them. That was a situation Standash hated, hated with a passion. She wished Annelise was here. She could find out information faster than anyone. But, Standash had left her on Coruscant to help stabilize the transition
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2017 9:00:14 GMT -8
Kitax smiled as Standash commented on the amount of water that covered the surface of the world. He had reacted similarly to being on other worlds. So he could understand her surprise. But she was right, each world held its own beauty
Well, welcome back then, I suppose. So, what brings you here today? I would not mean to presume your intentions, but I hope it is to join us against the First Order?
It was highly unlikely that the Princess of New Alderaan had come for any other reason. Already, ideas were starting to form, as he considered just what it meant to have her join the Senate
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Post by Standash Thul on Sept 1, 2017 21:32:44 GMT -8
We will see. Alderaan decided it needed to be represented here. We may be joining, depending on how this opposition is to be handled. Despite what you may have heard, I am not anti -Senate or organized galactic government. I am opposed to corruption and forcing things to live beyond their life.
She smiled, letting the edge out of her tone. And here to meet new people of course.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 8:01:15 GMT -8
I will not deny such rumours exist. But I have always viewed them as such, purported by your detractors in hopes of keeping you away. But I am glad they have failed...
Standash was very much turning out to be everything he had read and heard about her, and then some. He motioned her towards the nearest turbolift
I was just on my way back to my office. If you would not be opposed to joining me, I can give you an overview of how this is to all operate?
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Post by Standash Thul on Sept 16, 2017 20:02:47 GMT -8
She had spent the past few days studying, but hearing it all from the mouth of a Triumvir was something too valuable to let go. She smiled and nodded. That would be wonderful Triumvir. I will have my staff set up my office. she motioned and her escorts ran off to set everything up, before following. I must say I was not expecting to meet you today.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2017 13:44:51 GMT -8
Life has a strange way of putting people together Princess...
Kitax lead the way over to the turbolift, letting Standash enter first, before entering himself. Once his staff and guard entered, the doors closed and took them up to the Office of the Triumvirate
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Sept 26, 2020 12:06:42 GMT -8
 ~Ides of the Triarchy~
Former Senate Building of the Galactic Alliance
Triarch Rolahc entered the empty area of the former Senate halls not alone. Flanked by dozen of his own personal Dominion guards, elected from the tribe he formerly lead, the Quarren leader of the state looked through the halls for the traitor, he planned to execute.
C'Thyl.
With few well placed blaster shots, the Dominion guards disabled another batch of patrolling Aqua droids, tech which was commissioned by the fellow Triarch in order to supposedly contain inner and outer threats. Like many of the doctrines within the military, which were passed to restore order upon the planet of Dac and its citizens.
Lies.
All of these lies were spread so that the actual monsters, the massive war factory, which the Prophet had planned the Dominion to become could grow within the dark solitude of the laboratories beneath the shining jewels of Mon Calamari, infest the oceans and cause more havoc than the Sith Leviathan, unleashed upon the oceans during the times of Krayt, could ever have done within its lifetime. The Quarren chieftains have so far kept an eye closed on C'Thyl's machinations, have been blinded by the triumphs achieved, bath in the glory of a Dominion worthy to even rival neighbouring systems.
Blinded by their own greed, by what they got fed by the Prophet.
Triarch Rolahc had been no exception, so much he had to accept as a bitter truth.
Yet, that was about to change.
With the cultists absorbing each day more and more controll over Dac's military forces and the administrative area, even he eventually realized that both him and Triarch Khell were nothing but puppets within the Prophet's sinister plans. Allies at first, convinced of their fellow Triarch's words, now they were enemies.
The fear of a potential betrayal had always been suspected by the two Triarchs, when they recieved footage from their loyal tribesmen regarding the invasion of Jabiim. A former ally of the Galactic Alliance, independent from major forces, their remnants being at best on the level of a planetary militia force.
A fearsome enemy, yet not one with many rescources at their disposal.
Just to see how these... monstrosities descended on open battlefield upon their opponents still gave Rolahc a shiver, when he thought back on them.
Mutants blindly sacrificing themselves on an open battlefield, tearing down terrified soldiers like ravenous beasts.
This was not the Quarren way of fighting, no matters the atrocities of past Separatists committed.
No, this was something even worse.
Far worse than anything even Palpatine would have done to his own people!
Khell and Rolahc had thus worked even more eagerly on another project, while the Prophet was busy to lay more seeds for his vile spawn.
Near the outer borders of the Dominion sector, a secret shipyard construction site had been commissioned by the two Triarchs, going under the label of the newly established "New Pammant"-colony. Hundredthousands of Quarren warriors, loyal towards the other two Triarchs' cause have gathered there among the rebell warlords in order to fix the mistakes, caused by the Prophet.
Their armada ready to strike at any point against the very heart of Dac, should Rolahc and his men fail to bring down the Prophet here and now.
"Come out, C'Thyl, it's over!", Rolahc yelled, as he entered the central hall, looking around the massive senatorial seats, while the Dominion guards swarmed out, "By decision of the chieftain's council, you are hereby declared as a traitor towards our nation! You are unfit to rule as Triarch and thus shall either surrender or perish!"
Silence.
A slight uneasyness befell Rolahc, as nothing seemed to happen. Yet there was no logical way out for the Prophet, for all the entrances towards the complex are now under the controll of his soldiers. Few minutes earlier it was confirmed that he had entered the old senatorial chamber, presumably to hold another conference for one of his propaganda news.
Ironic - that way it would be even easier to expose the cultist leader's lies towards the public.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity passing by, the cloaked figure of C'Thyl slowly entered the central area of the chamber. Out of the shadows as usual. Just by looking at the deformed face beneath the cloak's hood filled Rolahc with rage. This... this thing shouldn't even exist!
He could feel as the blaster rifles of the fellow Dominion troopers were pointed at the person, the one, they once called their leader. Rolahc noticed that there seemed to be here and there some hesitation among the troops... which was only natural.
To many within the military C'Thyl was after all the one, who expanded their nation.
The great leader.
Worthy to be even called... Emperor.
"So you came to accuse me of what you all desired... the expansion of your Dominion."
The sinister voice of C'Thyl seemed to boom through the hall, giving Rolahc no doubt that he had exposed the true nature of the Triarch.
A Sith lord. Of course.
Masters of manipulation. If it wasn't any more obvious, here he had now proof that they did not only deal with a brutal despot, but as well with a sorcerer.
"Watch out for any potential attacks, he might wield a lightsaber", Rolahc only told the closest guardsmen, before he eventually began to speak louder, adressing now the hooded figure in front of him directly, "Triarch C'Thyl, you are accused of treason towards the Quarren Dominion! For unleashing horrors upon us, crafted by your own henchmen! You're not the first Sith, who would seek the destruction of our world, yet you would be the first one, we shall execute if you do not surrender. The Jedi Council on Felucia will judge upon your further fate!"
Unsurprisingly he earned only mocking laughter from the Quarren in front of him. Rolahc admired to some point how stoic his soldiers still stood there, as the Prophet's whole demonstration made him feel personally uneasy, yet he didn't dare to question it. After all they were loyal, the traitors among his ranks had been executed already.
"You are a bold one, if you believe that anyone will judge upon me... warlord. I am C'Thyl, herald of the Outer Gods.", the voice taunted, angering the Triarch even more, "Your petty rebellion will perish, for I have forseen it."
Seeing suddenly other figures among the ranks, Rolahc's uneasyness about the entire situation quickly evolved into anger. Weren't these minions of the Prophet? Heck, why didn't his men react? Quickly, he grabbed the blaster rifle from one of the nearby guards and shot at the dark figures, disposing of the arising threats quickly.
It was luckily enough to alert his men, who looked around confused, as they realized the situation in which they were in.
Yet this neither calmed Rolahc down. He realized that he had to act, seeing as the figure of C'Thyl began to raise it's arms, just as one would raise them for a ritual.
Force lightning!
Instinctively, Rolahc rushed forward to fire one blaster shot at the Prophet, then another and another. C'Thyl trembled, as his hood fell to reveal the rest of his face, but the mocking eyes of the Sorcerer lord still were gleeming at the fellow Triarch. Just as if he was... amused?
The mocking laughter from before rang through Rohlac's head as he felt the intense pain of force lightning hitting his chest while he stormed forward, in rage about the Sith Lord's arrogance. Armed with his knife he lunged forward, even dodged another attempt of the Prophet to bring him down, before he was finally lunging at him, landing on top of the covering Sithlord.
One stab.
Two stabs.
Another stab!
Rolahc didn't stop as he still heard the laughter, still saw the Prophet's head in front of him, as the lightning grew weaker, the arms became even weaker, as the Triarch bathed within the blood of the fallen Sith. Finally! He had put an end to this insanity, slit the head of the snake and robbed the cult of its leader figure.
With his own lungs in pain, Rolahc nearly roared his next words.
"Kill them all! Kill the traitors! For Dac! Kill them!"
And then... he heard it again. The voice.
It was in his head.
It was the entire time in his head.
"... your petty rebellion will perish...
for I have forseen it."
And as Rolahc looked down, upon the tormented and maimed figure of his fellow leader Khell, it was a shock from which his sanity would never recover.
As C'Thyl overlooked the crime scene, once the majority of defective Dominion Troopers had been arrested by his loyal guardsmen, he solely shook his head, as he stepped upon the podium, while holding his conference towards the citizens of Dac.
"Today is a sad day for the Triarchy for there is... no Triarchy."
The camera would rest upon the two corpses of the two former Triarchs, Khell and Rolahc, several blaster shots featured upon Rolahc's clothing, while the other one was brutally stabbed and shot to death. The bloodied knife in Rolahc's hand was still visible.
As the camera pinned back towards the rising podium on which C'Thyl stood, holographic footage from the security cameras showed, as Rolahc yelled his words to Khell, who didn't even answered back, before he began shooting around the central area wildly, hitting even few Dominion Troopers in the process. The assembled guard, which was previously ordered to depose Triarch C'Thyl for presumed treason only could watch in horror, as Rolahc began to shoot down Khell frantically, claiming that he was a Sith lord, before even lunging forward to stab him in his madness. Any help from his fellow conspiring Dominion Troopers came to late, for they shot down the seemingly mad chieftain, whom they had followed.
"It is tragic to see to where all these conspiracy theories can lead, proud people of Dac. Quarren Elitism has lead us into a situation, where a civil war was plotted against our authorities by one of the authorities. Triarch Khell was like me a victim of Rolahc's agendas, a witch hunt based upon past attempts to usurp leadership over a functioning system, for OUR success was an obstacle in his path of claiming power solely to himself. As the head of the remaining council of chieftains, I promise that WE will do OUR best to lead the people of Dac into a better future.
A future free of petty attempts to undermine our society with the selfish agendas of a few!
A future free from those, who wish to install fear and terror into our society!
A future free from those, who stand in our way for a better future!
To achieve this, we must face the inner threats first, for the rebellion, Triarch Rolahc wishes to lead against the Dominion is still ongoing.
As I speak, an armada of rebell ships has been raised to threaten the very existence of this planet. One of the terrorists has confessed that super weapons are manifactured there to not only threaten the galaxy, but to eventually erradicate Dac as a whole, should the rebellion against the Dominion fail.
As chosen Triarch by the council and as the vigilant stalward of our proud nation, I shall NOT allow these terrorists to continiue the attrocities of the Galactic Empire under Palpatine once more!
WE are the Dominion!
WE are the people of Dac!
WE are its will!
And WE shall vanquish, whoever opposes US!"
As C'Thyl opened up his arms, nearly welcoming, he could feel as the people fell for his announcements.
Over the various plazas, where his speech was podcasted, thousands applauded as the Prophet's charismatic words sounded within their ears like bittersweet sugar.
He could feel the false hope they were having, he could feel how he played them like a puppet.
Just like he had tricked Rolahc with one of his mirror images to make him look like the true villain, while he would utilize Khell as a victim of Rolahc's machinations. Not solely would this guarentee him the infighting among the rebell warlords, but also guarentee him the loyality of the remaining Quarren warchiefs. Over time he would ensure, that they would hold no further military power over the Dominion and cut them down to a mere representative role.
As the recordings were ended and the Prophet left the Senate Chambers, he would eventually set his course towards the nearest shuttle bay.
With Rolahc's death, the Dominion's defense fleet had already been assembled in orbit.
In due time they would get the order to fly to New Pammant.
The tides of war were in the Prophet's favor.
For the attack on New Pammant would give him the first taste of what the recently constructed dreadnaught Shark would be capable of doing to an entire space station, filled with hundredthousands of victims to feast upon...
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