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Post by Whill Shaman Kahul on Oct 24, 2019 8:27:08 GMT -8
*The Senate Building, also known as the Senate Rotunda, Senate Dome or the Galactic Senate Building, was an immense building located on the planet Coruscant that served as the seat of the Galactic Republic Senate and later the Imperial Senate of the Galactic Empire.*
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 28, 2019 19:37:29 GMT -8
A swarm of Imperial troop transports began to make a systematic landing within the reaches of the Senate Building. The plaza was soon filled with Stormtroopers that arrayed in formation. Commanders began getting word of other transports securing the various landing areas and plazas that dotted the immense landscape that made up the heart of the Senate District. The 501st, dressed in their black armor and red markings, were sweeping the area and securing their base of operations. Once reports began filing in, a transport made its descent, among the waves of others. An Upsilon-class Command Shuttle that carried the Emperor and top-ranking officials of the Empire. Guarded by a squad of Imperial Knights, Nicademus disembarked and made his way to the Senate Building.
At the Great Door, the main entrance to the Senate Building, the Emperor pauses at the sight of the Great Seal of the New Republic and the sigils of the Thousand Worlds. He makes a note to someone to have the Great Seal removed, but not stored away. Nicademus would have it be placed somewhere more honorary, perhaps a museum or within the plaza. He also made a note to make a replacement with the sigil of the First Order, constructed out of durasteel. The Imperial made his way through the Atrium of the Senate, making his way up to the higher levels. Stormtroopers reported in, giving sound reports on the Grand Convocation Chamber and other locations. They went further and further up until they reached their destination.
The luxurious, and tranquil, chambers of the Supreme Chancellor, once the seat of power for many leaders from the Old Republic to the most recent successor, seemed frozen in time. Quietly, Nicademus takes a look and inspection before motioning to Stormtroopers with him. They filed in and began a quick sweep before indicating all was clear. The Emperor made his way over to the desk, touching the smooth surface, before his eyes gazed outward to look upon Coruscant. A view greater than the one that was on Muunilinst, a view unlike anything he had seen before.
Eventually, Nicademus takes a seat behind the desk, looking up at those present with him.
So begins the first step towards the liberation and salvation of Coruscant.
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Post by Dah'lis 'Azure' Vao on Oct 30, 2019 15:46:25 GMT -8
The Upsilon-Class command shuttle, designated Dominatrix, descended from orbit and toward the Senate building. Dah'lis sat in the shuttle nervously. She had finally convinced herself to speak her mind to the Emperor on a subject very important to her, but she was still trying to figure out what to say. The shuttle landed, too soon for Dah'lis' liking, and the ramp lowered. This wasn't the first City World the half-breed had been to, but something about standing on Coruscant was awe-inspiring. Standing for a time, and observing the cityscape, the woman was finally brought back to the present by other official looking shuttles landing. Making sure her hood was drawn up, she turned back and walked into the Senate Building. Opting to take the longer, stair-filled rout to what was formerly the Supreme Chancellor's office, gave her more time to think. But yet again the trip seemed over as soon as it began, and she stood before the great doors. As an Imperial Knight, it was her duty to serve the Emperor unflinchingly, but today would be a true test of the Oath she had sworn. One last deep breath and she walked in. She approached the desk, behind which sat Nicademus, and kneeled.
Emperor and Supreme Commander, I beg a privet audience to discuss maters pertaining to the Liberation of Coruscant!
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 30, 2019 18:20:36 GMT -8
The office of the Supreme Chancellor, taken as the heart of the operational base, was a buzz outside the main chamber where Nicademus was situated. The Imperial was reviewing the deployments of the first wave and was already planning the arrival of thee second wave of troops. Other reports indicated the arrival of supplies, the distribution by the Imperial Civil Services, necessary repairs underway and other necessities. Nicademus had barely begun to sit at the desk before reports needed his attention.
His gaze looks up when Dah'lis, a member of the Imperial Knights, came forth and knelt before him. The Emperor looks at the female knight before looking at those present.
Leave us.
He tells them as those within the office bow and depart. Once the door closed, Nicademus looks at Dah'lis.
You must have quite the reason to come before me at a time like this. I am curious to hear what you have to say.
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Post by Dah'lis 'Azure' Vao on Oct 30, 2019 18:37:55 GMT -8
She felt all the eyes of the room burn into her as she spoke, but soon the burning was gone and it was only one pair of eyes watching her. Looking up, she saw the Imperial at his desk. So imposing, especially from her humbled position. But nothing less was to be expected of such a mighty man. She only hoped his mercy and compassion matched his strength and prestige.
My Mas- The word "Master" caught in her throut, another unfortunate habit from her old life... Yes her life as a slave, that is why she had come here. My Liege, I come before you with two things: A suggestion, and a supplication. If you will hear them and not think me to presume too much as I am but your humble sla- Another word caught. Servant.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Oct 30, 2019 19:30:50 GMT -8
With a barely disguised glare to the Imperial Knight in front of the Emperor which promised a discussion later Brock began to make his way out of the office pausing only long enough to bow to the emperor which included a more subtle look that conveyed the same meaning to his liege as the harder look he had given his subordinate. As an Imperial Knight the woman was well within her rights to petition the Emperor directly but there was something to be said for timing. Perhaps the beginning phases of a major planetary operation wasn’t the best time to discuss private matters with the supreme commander of the military.
Brock took up post outside the doors of the office, flanking one side while Xeonon stood on the other. He turned away a number of military officers both junior and senior as well as taking an interesting report from the recently arrived director of Imperial Intelligence who seemed to have no more reaction to being turned away than he would have being told he couldn’t use a bathroom because it was out of order, which truth be told was far more pleasant than the indignant general or two who seemed to take it as a personal insult directed at them from Brock himself.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 30, 2019 22:12:10 GMT -8
Xeonon was content to let the younger Imperial Knight do all the talking. It had been some time since integrating back into the Imperial Knights after years spent outside the organization. Despite being welcomed back into the fold many within the Empire still viewed him as something of an ill omen. Having lived as a fugitive from the Empire, before supposedly being executed for his crimes it was awkward for all parties involved. Especially Xeonon who had spent the better part of a year behind a mask.
Watching Merrick more closely than the other people who approached the office Xeonon still found it hard to get a read on the man. Thankful that he left without much a fuss he rubbed his eyes and looked over at Brock
You don't think that people will realise that he is busy and go to find answers elsewhere do you?
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 31, 2019 7:26:37 GMT -8
She felt all the eyes of the room burn into her as she spoke, but soon the burning was gone and it was only one pair of eyes watching her. Looking up, she saw the Imperial at his desk. So imposing, especially from her humbled position. But nothing less was to be expected of such a mighty man. She only hoped his mercy and compassion matched his strength and prestige.My Mas- The word "Master" caught in her throut, another unfortunate habit from her old life... Yes her life as a slave, that is why she had come here. My Liege, I come before you with two things: A suggestion, and a supplication. If you will hear them and not think me to presume too much as I am but your humble sla- Another word caught. Servant. |
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Post by Dah'lis 'Azure' Vao on Oct 31, 2019 18:34:17 GMT -8
Taking yet another deep inhale from her knelt position, the knight thought carefully about how to continue. If the Emperor dismissed them, that was it, no more discussion or debate. But she had waited for too long to bring up this topic, and so let the air exit her lungs and she began.
My suggestion first, since it leads into my request. The gangsters and 'warlords' who have divided up this planet are ruthless and cowardly. But they have enslaved many who could not flee the planet before this all started. I say we give them hope. I suggest we arm these peoples and allow them to help win their freedom! Let them turn the table on their oppressors and rise up above their position. She let her suggestion hang in the air for a moment. Remembering the power she felt when she murdered her former master and later his surviving associates. But now she continued. And now my appeal. Please put an end to slavery within your Empire. It is an ancient and barbaric practice, unbefitting of us. Please. I know what these people suffer, and I was a lucky one. One who's appearance, health, and education were valued, unlike most. Please.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 31, 2019 18:54:56 GMT -8
Nicademus remains silent, looking directly at the Imperial Knight as she made her suggestions and appeal. However, to the first topic, there was little to think of. In fact, there was a quick response that came from the Emperor seconds after Dah'lis had said her words.
Those persons, enslaved by the despots on Coruscant, will be freed. The innocent should not be enslaved. That goes against the First Order's principles. We are here as liberators after all. And we want the Coruscanti public to view us as such. Freeing people to rejoin their families and return to their lives would be the right step.
However, on the second part, the appeal, a silence fell rather suddenly. A silence that lasted for some time before the Emperor looks at Dah'lis.
I believe you misunderstand the slavery of this Empire. Past Empires enslaved those who were viewed as lesser because they were aliens or shackled because they simple were not obeying the Empire. Those enslaved are not innocent persons, but rebels, traitors, and persons of sedition.
Nicademus rises from his seat, turning to gaze at the Galactic City view from the office.
When I enslaved the Muuns, I enslaved only those who belonged to the IGBC. For they tried to have me killed and fomented rebellion and sedition against the peace and order I sought to create, Dah'lis. Their families were left alone, their children were not touched... only the guilty were shackled. And only shall the guilty be made slaves to ensure they pay for their evil.
Nicademus knew the subject of slavery was not the best known quality of the Empire and one that was a sensitive topic to speak of, especially for the one before him. The Imperial understood why she pleaded, but there were greater reasons behind his actions.
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Post by Dah'lis 'Azure' Vao on Oct 31, 2019 19:14:52 GMT -8
The Emperors words hit Dah'lis like a speeding Juggernaut tank. She started to stand, the volume of her voice rising with her. I understand that as long as the practice is in any way supported by the government, that their will be those who will attempt to exploit it for their own gain. Her face now bore the same distraught look of a child learning a dark truth about their hero. Here stood a man she admired, yet who defended a practice so antithetical to who she was. I have brought those who directly sought to do you harm to justice. They are dead. I killed them, rather than capture them because I would not wish the life of a slave on my worst enemy. Death is preferable to being property. The Banking Clan is powerless now. Their is no reason to continue this.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 31, 2019 20:04:54 GMT -8
Nicademus closes his eyes as he continues to face away. The hum of the Galactic City was not something heard in this room, but his ears could imagine it. The Emperor then slowly turns to gaze at Dah'lis.
A ruler must do good and bad. A ruler must be virtuous and a sinner. There is never a perfect ruler in this galaxy nor in history, Dah'lis. I will certainly be remembered for towering achievements, achievements that will overshadow my offspring.
Nicademus keeps his eyes locked upon Dah'lis.
Do you know what it is like to have a father who overshadows you? Who makes it hard for you to step out of and rise to be your own person? I can only imagine how my children may feel... the doubt they could feel in being able to uphold my legacy and the Empire. To be able to be their own man and woman that represents the dynasty and nation I have made.
Nicademus then slowly turns back to gaze at the city view.
....but I am willing to sin enough so that my son, when he takes the throne one day, can right my wrongs and be remembered for the goodness he brought to the Empire. For being the redeemer and the restorer. So that he can come out of my shadow and tower as the Emperor he was born to be. I know he will change policies of the nation and, when the day comes that he abolishes the slavery, he will be loved for his deed. He will be loved for changing the course of history.
Nicademus turns and looks at Dah'lis once more. Her expression made him think of something or rather someone.
You know, Faina, the Empress, once had her doubts about me. But she realized that I am who I am. She understands that every action I do has a sound reason. She trusts me to be the Emperor she believes in as I trust her as my wife and an Imperial Knight. Xeonon... a mistake of mine cost the Imperial Knights dearly. A mistake that saw many of them die on Prakith. He was furious at me for my mistake. Yet, he still remained loyal to me as well. For I am no one perfect, only a human.
Nicademus exhales slightly, turning away to gaze at the Galactic City, but stops midway, looking at the emblem of the First Order within the office. Seeing that flag, he turns to look directly at the Imperial Knight. There was a resolve in his eyes, an ever present resolve and determination.
I am no hero. I am no villain. I am Nicademus Delvardus, Emperor of the First Order, Dah'lis. I will rule as I see fit and I will be remembered as such.
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Post by Dah'lis 'Azure' Vao on Oct 31, 2019 20:22:06 GMT -8
As she stood in the center of the office, Dah'lis could feel herself shaking. She had taken her shot and had it come to nothing. No longer did she look at the emperor, instead her eyes seemed to bore into the floor. Damn it. She couldn't stop the tears from welling in her eyes. She couldn't tell if she was sad or angry. Or at what. Herself? Him? Everything? What ever it was it dulled her tone to one that was doing two things. One, keeping her voice from breaking as she held back her emotions. Two, to choose every word carefully.
Just because none of us is perfect doesn't mean we should not strive for it. Finally she looked up back at the man. I will hope that the Force, or whatever guides him, brings your son to be a greater man than you. I am oath bound to serve you and will continue to up hold that oath. She turned to leave, but before she reached the door she looked over her shoulder one last time. And no. I don't know what it's like to have a father... And neither will those Muun children. With that she exited the room, walking quickly past those who stood guard and back to her ship, hood drawn low to hide her distraught face.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 31, 2019 20:31:27 GMT -8
Nicademus remains quiet as Dah'lis speaks her mind once more before she departs. He could feel it in her words, the many kinds of emotions she felt and wanted to display. Yet, the Emperor did not even remotely think of giving her a rebuke. For, in truth, he too wanted Octavian to be the greater man. He wanted to be his own man and rise to greater heights, bringing the Empire to a next level, built upon the foundations left by his father.
Even when she left, there was no rebuke nor any attempt to stop her. There was only silence as Nicademus listened to Dah'lis depart. He suspected she had kept all her emotions pent up to this one moment and had to release them all. The Emperor was grateful that she would keep her oath, even if it meant biting her tongue. The male deeply sighs, releasing a tension in his shoulders as more footsteps were heard, returning to the office.
Quietly, Nicademus looks up to see Xeonon Solomon , Brock Ferrum , and others present. His gaze, however, rested on the two Imperial Knights.You two must have heard everything. What you think of her words? Is she right? Is she wrong? Do you trust my actions or do you have objections? I would like your honest answers in this matter.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Nov 1, 2019 5:09:49 GMT -8
Brock is about to reply to Xeonon with a joke about the new generation of Imperial Knights needing to be lead by the hand rather than finding their own answers when he's cut off by raised voices and then an Imperial Knight storming out of the room. He makes his way with Xeonon back into the room and being prompted with a question from the Emperor. In truth he wasn't in the habit of eavesdropping on private conversations but the raised voices near the end had grabbed the attention of his subconscious which allowed him to take a second to piece enough of the conversation together to at least have an opinion on the matter. "What do I think? I think I want to string her up by her toes for choosing now to address this issue." Maybe it was the new position, or maybe it was just some old notion of how things should be addressed but the timing of the conversation definitely was on Brock's nerves at least a little and that could be heard in his voice. "That aside, she's right, and furthermore you clearly know it." He took just a moment to run his hand through his beard letting his words sink in. "Wanting your children to grow out of your shadow is wonderful and all but using it as an excuse to continue the act of slavery is complete and utter bullshit." Yes his tone might be able to be misconstrued as somewhat insubordinate but he'd made a habit of complete honesty in the past and he wasn't about to change that now, besides it wouldn't exactly be the first time he took that tone with Nicademus. "Being 'Evil' Yes he did just use air quotes with the Emperor. so Octavian can reverse those decisions and artificially inflate his position is just about the dumbest idea I've heard since returning. Yes it will work, there is no denying that, but unnecessarily gaining political capital at the expense of the suffering of others is not only morally repugnant it also sends the wrong message to your son. Children learn by example and the example you're setting will have a far greater effect on the kind of leader he will be than any sort of false inflation you could give him with a stunt like this. Okay yes he probably could have softened things up a little bit, and proper decorum would dictate it probably should have been... but no one else was likely to give him the honest truth laid out completely for him like that, and besides he had asked for it.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Nov 1, 2019 9:32:36 GMT -8
Unlike Brock, Xeonon had listened to the whole thing. He had spent the past year by the Emperors side and had listened to every person who spoke to him, or whom Nicademus had spoken to. Most of it was pointless. This was not. Listening to the younger Imperial Knight he had reached out in the Force and felt her emotions guiding her just in case something get physical. Breathing a sigh of relief when she left he walked in ready for anything.
As Brock spoke Xeonon pointedly looked away from the man. It wasnt that he felt differently but just as there is a time and a place to speak of such matters there is a time and a place for such words. This wasn't it. Waiting for the man to finish Xeonon looked Nicademus right in the eyes. You know I was a slave right? I had escape a few weeks prior to Gabriel finding me, I can't even imagine where I would be if he hadn't. Xeonon was silent for a few moments remembering those times before continuing. I can't fault her for how she feels. Until you have known the chain and the whip you can never have the same disdain for them as a former slave. Rubbing his face to clear his thoughts he pushed his personal opinions to the back of his mind and sucked in a breath through pursed lips You are not an evil man, and everything you do you have done for the greater good. Even if you wanted to it would be folly to free these criminals over night. Industries would be crippled, ships would float in their yards, blasters not built and so on. If freed how many of these prisoners would go on to cause even more trouble? There are so many possibilities to consider. I know what I would want you to do but I do not know if, for the Empire it is the best course. You are right about Octavian being loved if he were to reverse the policy of his own accord but telling people your wishes for him to end it does you, and the Empire a disservice. If you are set on this course I would suggest you tell no one else outside those who already know and swear the rest of us to secrecy. He wins no brownie points if everyone knows this was something set up by you. I hope he becomes as good a man as you want him to be.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 1, 2019 13:02:39 GMT -8
As the two began to talk, Nicademus would return to his seat behind the desk. The seat, for now, was facing to the side, allowing his gaze to look at them or the Galactic City's view if need be. His ears attentive to the words of Brock and Xeonon while the rest of those present remained quiet. Once both had finished, Nicademus remained in a contemplative state. Then his eyes glanced at Baltasar who was nearby.
How much do the slaves make up the total work force, Field Marshal?
Baltasar would pull up his datapad to review a report from the economic sector.
=Baltasar=
Originally, the population was situated around twenty percent of the total work force. However, this has gone down considerable, due to the two rebellions on Mygeeto. As it stands, the Empire counts seventeen to eighteen percent of the workers are slaves.
Nicademus flexes his gloved hand slightly, his gaze remaining in their contemplative state.
We have measures that prevent people to be sold into slavery. Programs that ensure personal and family finances remain stable to ensure no one must sell themselves for money. Measure are also in place to ensure children cannot be born into slavery, so the population of slaves can only go on the decline. But still...
His voice trails off. Baltasar glances at Brock and Xeonon before speaking further.
=Baltasar=
...but still there are those who find a way around it. Such as what happened at the New Carida Academy recently with that Chiss slave, held by the Headmaster, a former veteran of the Unknown Region Campaigns. Slavery has never made up a large portion of the Empire. You have ensured that slaves are kept to civilian jobs such as farming on Dantooine and Agamar or the mines on Mygeeto.
Nicademus nods at his brother's statement. Slowly, the chair turns as the Emperor looks at Xeonon and Brock. His mind had a lot to think about now and he was grateful that both of his old comrades did not beat around the bush with the answers that the Imperial asked for. Both had their own kinds of advice with Brock's always being the most brutally honest of the two. Eventually, the Emperor nods his head to both of them.
Even if I was to declare slavery abolished, it would only affect some areas. It would not affect the military industry too much, but... I can see the points you both made. Our propaganda does encourage Imperial citizens to give their contributions to the state, in whatever capacity they can. If I can encourage more to join the workplaces that slaves occupy, the Empire can begin to free them, piece by piece.
Nicademus would then lean forward in his chair, placing his hands upon the desk in front of him.
Both of you have given me the advice and answers I needed. I thank you both. I have much to consider now... the Empire is all about progress and change. I don't think it will ever end, even when I pass away and Octavian takes over. I will only ask that you two keep this between us. Keep your ears open in case rumors are spread among the Knights.
Nicademus looks at Baltasar afterward.
Send some experts to coordinate with the Imperial Commerce Guild and our economic department. Begin drawing up solutions and plans. It won't happen overnight, but we can at least plan ahead and prepare for a change to come.
Baltasar bows his head and departs the room to carry out his orders.
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Post by Vilim Ju'oda [RETIRED] on Nov 5, 2019 14:13:42 GMT -8
It was a comforting sight to see one's Resurgent among many, for the First Order fleet at its full might was in orbit over the formerly known as Imperial Center, Coruscant, seat of Palpatine and many more emperors, pretenders and whatnot; including a myriad viziers, councillors, ministers, rogue guardsmen and upstarts. The governor's ship had stayed on orbit, joining the other dagger-shaped destroyers, shadowed by the immense flagship of His Majesty. An Epsilon shuttle left the hanger bay in a leisulery pace, heading towards the city's innermost sanctum, the area around the Senate, in which vicinity laid the former palatine complex, one that would clearly have a new occupant soon enough, clearing codes ahead. To see the city almost diserted of civic transports was unusual: only Imperial ships used the lanes and covered the vast landscape. The spear-like shape of the Ars Morendi was visible still, looming over the planet surface, even as they reached the peaks of the highest skyscrapers, including the luxurious 500 Republica. The shuttle found its way to the allocated landing platform. The ramp was lowered and the moff left the vessel, all dressed in black with his badge on the chest. He was escorted by four Death Troopers, their communications scrambled into gibberish by their helmets. Moff Ju'oda had been summoned by the emperor personally, so he got through several circles of diligent bureaucrats and guardsmen rather quickly. He got into the emperor's presence, his cape willowing behind him and finally bowing, knee on the floor, the black fabric neatly arranged on the floor. The moff's facil striations were barely noticeable, he was calm and composed. He was already checking the whole room, scanning the area and measuring everything and everyone, calculating.
"Your Imperial Majesty, I hurried from Brentaal when I heard your summons, what is thy bidding?"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 5, 2019 14:23:16 GMT -8
As before, the office of the Supreme Chancellor was rather alive with activity. Officers were reporting on patrols, members of the Imperial Civil Service were coordinating the various relief efforts, head engineers spoke with supply personnel on what they needed. Yet, within the main office, itself, it was a bit more tranquil. Nicademus sat behind the desk, reviewing a report on the condition of the Jedi Temple. Seemed quite a bit of investment would be needed to go into rebuilding the structure and seeing it be used as either an Imperial Knight outpost or a museum for posterity reasons. He looks up when Moff Ju'oda entered. The Emperor had called for him, concerning economical matters involving Coruscant.
Rise, Moff Ju'oda. I am glad you came with haste. Coruscant's liberation is imminent and I need my advisors present.
Nicademus hands Vilim a datapad concerning the economical situation of the planet, which was under the thump of many tyrant gangs and its economy was rather broken since the fall of the Republic. Trade still came through, but the gangs had a grip on it.
Once the gangs are eliminated, Imperial control will be established where it should be. However, the economy is a big mess... Coruscant is a hub of activity, but organizing it to ensure it thrives again will be a task. I would like your thoughts on how to best approach this, Moff Ju'oda.
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Post by Vilim Ju'oda [RETIRED] on Nov 5, 2019 14:43:45 GMT -8
"My pleasure, emperor"
His voice was oddly soft and alluring, like a cold charm. He grabs the datapad with a nod, one hand placing the cape over his left shoulder as he review the data pretty quickly.
"The economy floundered. I see a trend of wealthy individuals moving from the planet with their assets. Three now live in Brentaal. Also, at least a 40% of the greater companies abandoned the planet as well. The rate of employment plummeted and few of those who remained managed to achieve an unhealthy monopolistic control over key sectors, like energy, water supply and transport. With your permission, Your Majesty"
He starts manipulating a console with an holoprojector nearby. A schematic view of the planet appears. The long fingers flying on the digital keyboard.
"The water supply mostly comes from the Northern pole and purification plants. By the data reviewed they were formerly public assets, but in the last years they have been mostly sold out to a few hands. This extends to the greatest industrial complexes in the Works"
Both points were marked red on the map.
"This is extensive to most the economic activity on the planet, from public transportation to handling the orbital warehouses and keeping the energetic supply. Clearly some of the gangs must be pulling the strings of this aggresive entrepenurial activity. Probably, the planet is divided, carved among themselves in areas of influence that we do not know, their interests and assets represented by some seemingly innocuous forefront companies and anonimous societies. For example, this garbage processing facility consumes more energy than it should and it's linked to at least few other enterprises, likely a forefront"
As he spoke small aurabesh lines and points appeared on the planet surface.
"This is but the tip of the iceberg. I suspect planetary authorities, former authorities I mean, emperor, are probably on their payroll. The planetary security forces must be a tangled mess of conflicting loyalties. The Underworld at this point must resemble Nal Hutta, I bet even some of those slimey bugs have found their abode in the roots of the greater buildings..."
His eyes flickered with excitement, the scars getting slightly reddish.
"To bring and seduce the banking clans, my lord, we should first eradicate crime, harshly. A purge. I suggest simultaneous and brutal coups organized and carried over in unison with the Security Bureau. Later we must replace all the police with freshly-brought troopers or at least change all the people in charge. Maybe a decimation in the most troubled districts. Exemplary punishments could come in handy. And, finally, obligue every major holding in the planet to make us bussiness partners by selling us at a fair price part of their stock, so we have a degree and measure of control over them. And the most basic supplies must have a guaranteed price so population stays content, like water and processed foodstuff, maybe by imposing direct control on prices for the time being. Once the situation is regulated the large galactic companies will arrive on their own volution while others could be invited pretty easily. And I will ensure trade comes from Brentaal itself"
The scars paled, returning to its former state.
"That's all I have to say, for now, Your Grace"
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