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Post by Crom'nen on May 3, 2013 6:33:04 GMT -8
The Senate Building, sometimes known as the Senate Rotunda, Convocation Center, or Senate Dome, is the building on Coruscant which served as the seat of the Galactic Senate at the end of the Old Republic. The designers were known to claim that any weapon capable of destroying the Chamber would also have to be powerful enough to destroy the entire planet, making the facility invulnerable against sabotage or orbital bombardment. It has also been considered the New Republic's most famous symbol of freedom.
A massive building boasting a diameter of more than two kilometers and several hundred meters tall, with a shield-shaped dome mounted on a narrower drum-shaped body, the Senate Rotunda was built some time after 4,000 BBY, possibly due to the older Senate building being damaged during the Great Sith War.*
Located in the heart of the Senate District, the building is situated at the end of a large, flat concourse known as the Avenue of the Core Founders. This area is lined with tall, thin humanoid statues, each representing a founder from each of the habitable Core worlds. At the end of the concourse is one of the ceremonial entrances, the Great Door.
The majority of the building is dedicated to the Grand Convocation Chamber, a large round room over a hundred meters tall, filled with floating repulsorpods and dominated in the center by a podium used by the Supreme Chancellor, the Vice Chair and the Senior Administrative Aide to coordinate the sessions. The chamber contains a total of 1024 repulsor pods, one for each Senator. When a Senator wanted to speak, their pod detaches from the wall and moves towards the center of the chamber so that all the Senators can see it. Underneath the Grand Convocation Chamber is the Chancellor's holding office, which is a preparations area used by the Chancellor to prepare to address the Senate and entertain guests. When not in use, the Supreme Chancellor's Podium would rest in this space. When he wished to address the Senate when it was in session, the podium, mounted on a large hydraulic pillar, would rise up through the retractable ceiling of the office and into the Senate Chambers. The Podium contains controls that are used to coordinate the movement of the Senate's repulsorpods. The Chamber is ringed with the Grand Concourse, where the Senate Guards stood guard at every repulsorpod entrance to protect the Senators seated there.
Many mall enhancements have been made inside the chamber to increase the comfort of the Senators in attendance. On the ceiling of the chamber, great viewscreens were installed to allow the congregation to view up close visuals of the
being speaking. Because sessions tend to grow long and last into the night, natural light and air are not used to fill the room. Instead, an artificial glow keeps the room lit so as to diminish the senators' sense of time.
Accessed by the Grand Concourse were the offices of each senatorial delegation. Each delegation is given large amounts of office banks that could be customized to more closely resemble the native environment of the specific Senator's home planet. The Senate's communications are handled by the Senate Communications Center and the building itself is protected by an automated defense perimeter.
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Post by Will Sontir on May 12, 2013 23:21:41 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, 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 24, 2013 14:39:36 GMT -8
Enough of this.
The Senior Senator Cihlbar of Mon Calamari ascends the dais of the speaker of the Senate Chambers, the Supreme Chancellor; Cihlbar uses a webbed hand to press a button with a small chime-- informing all necessary personnel: it is time to call a meeting of the Senate. Cihlbar does not ascend it such, he ascends as the chamber's Parliamentarian. With the would be agenda set, with only the first item set in durasteel, as it were: Electing a new Supreme Chancellor. With the Senator from Corellia termed out of the seat, it is now time the thousands of elected officials to choose a new leader. A new figure head that can speak to representatives at all the galaxies end on their behalf. A new leader to present a new vision to safeguard peace, justice, euity and prosperity across the Galactic Republic.
Now is the time.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jun 25, 2013 0:11:53 GMT -8
*Senator Ordo and his staff arrive according to the summons in prompt fashion. The huge man arrives and takes his seat in his respected repulsorpod and waits for everyone to do the same and get this session under way to elect a new Supreme Chancellor. Montross could care less who it was as long as it didn't hinder his attempts to make things better for his "group". Many suspected that a Manadlorian in the senate raised questions. Especially since the man he "replaced" was removed under shady circumstances. The look on his face is stone cold without any emotion. He sits in his chair flanked by advisers who were more like puppets or yesmen too afraid to advise anything that wasn't in Senator Ordo's Clan interest.*
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Post by Crom'nen on Jun 25, 2013 7:22:00 GMT -8
Ryloth's pod, neither too high nor too low, lit up as a being entered. Now, this was not the legendary "Crom'nen the Golden Tongue." Instead, entering was an attractive and graceful woman, the blue-skinned Twi'lek named Belf'ima. She moved with the grace of a dancer, but carried herself with perfect posture, as one of nobility. In truth, she had no noble blood. She had been trained by an owner who wished to make himself look like a great king of old, so his slaves learned to be "courtly." This being was a sadist, with a thirst for death to rival even Jabba the Hutt. He killed and maimed without mercy or hesitation. Her orange dress covered the scars on her back.
But today was not about slavery, nor even about Crom'nen her rescuer. Today was about the Republic and about Ryloth. She had learned quickly about politics, as her life as a slave forced her to learn to read and understand people, knowing what they wanted before even they did. She had learned to be charismatic as well, pleasing her owner and his guests. This, along with her nearly perfect memory, made her a natural in the realm. She took her seat and prepared to do her duty as acting Senator of Ryloth while Crom'nen was away.
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Post by Vice-Chancellor Darma on Jun 26, 2013 8:41:22 GMT -8
Senator Darma walked into his allotted float, followed by his two aids dressed in matching pinstripes suites and ties, done in Rendili colors. Darma himself wore a fitted replica of a Clone Sergeant's Armor. He is of course weaponless, and the bandoliers hold only data cards and a data pad, and the armor is completely ceremonial, even a blaster pistol would go right through the armor, none the less, it looked quite real. The delegation sat down and waited for the session to be formally begun.
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Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Jun 26, 2013 22:12:20 GMT -8
Senator Dmitri Koronov of Corellia entered the Senate chamber, dressed sharply in his usual black suit, white shirt, and green tie. Followed closely by his first secretary Aylee'saresh, a blue-skinned Twi'lek, he took a seat in his assigned repulsorpod and scanned the room casually, counting how many Senators had preceded him. Running a hand over his brown hair, he let out a sigh, and blinked his deep blue eyes several times as he adjusted to the lighting.
It was a relief to his troubled mind now that his term as Vice Chancellor had ended. Corellia had dire problems of her own, and now, he was more free to pursue them. That was his first duty, and would be his priority from here on out. But the state of the Republic, and the swirling war (or was it wars, plural? He was never entirely sure), worried him. He was determined not to turn his back on his friends and allies in the Senate. Whatever aid Corellia could spare, even if it were just good will and a comforting shoulder, would be expended in support of the Republic. But first, they needed new leadership, and it wasn't entirely clear to Koronov where that leadership might come from.
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Post by Jago on Jun 27, 2013 13:27:52 GMT -8
Senator Tam Flin, the representative of Omwat, an obscure and little-known world home to an even more little-known people, took her place on her dais with all the pride and regal stature as if she were the Queen of Coruscant. It troubled her little that she held little actual power. Nor did it bother the red-feathered Omwati that she was the only representative of her entire system, whereas most of the other, larger, "more important" worlds would have much more backing for their political agendas. Tam didn't mince words, she didn't ever back-down, and she was as patriotic as they came when the sentiment of the day (and every day) was the protection and preservation of The Republic and its ideals.
The election of a new Supreme Chancellor was quite a magnificent display of pomp and circumstance, however, there were also other, pressing matters at hands. War had broken out on the Outer Rim, some fiasco involved several Mandalorian Clans and the supposed-saviors of The Republic, The Jedi Order. There was also her own, secret concern that amongst their own, there was a spy hidden within the thousands upon thousands of Senators within the Rotunda. Add in the internal issues that The Republic faced with keeping itself properly funded, progressing, and armed, and The Senate would most likely be quite busy in the coming months. For now, though, the matter of leadership would be the first talk of the day, and what a talk it would be.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 1, 2013 3:42:15 GMT -8
Georj Lorrimer waddled, as he ever did, into his Senatorial Booth. He waddled to his seat, and managed to somehow waddle as he stood still and lowered himself into it. Finally, settled into his seat, he squeezed out another waddle as he tried to get comfortable, before letting out a small sigh.
The Senate would soon enough be in session, and ahead of them they had many discussions, likely to last many months. Top of the list was the election of a new Chancellor, and it was this that drew a sigh from the round little man. So would come the political posturing, the egos, the bickering and the back room dealing, all in an effort to garner votes enough to be seen in charge. Not that all the valid candidates were of a bad sort, no no. Far from it. Many were indeed reasonably decent prospects, and one or two, somewhat excellent. It was not the candidates themselves that wearied him, it was the process towards selecting one, for such a discussion was exhausting and rife with the typical favour carrying of politics.
Georj sometimes missed the world of espionage. Spies were so much more straightforward. They were either for you, or against you. They were either hiding their allegiance, or it was known to you. The world of spies was, in comparison to the bureaucracy and democracy of the Republic, a far more honest and straight talking environment.
=Georj Lorrimer=
"Well, well. Let's see what's to be seen here today."
His utterance was small and softly spoken, not to anyone in particular, simply to himself. Somewhere behind him, he could hear his pod-mate, the hunched over, winged Representative from Bovo Yagen, finding his way to his seat. The Bovorian Representative didn't often actively attend senate himself, tending to rely on the Sector senator - Georj - to provide representation, but today, here he was. Clearly the new Chief-of-State's election was an exciting prospect.
Now, now, Georj. That's not the only thing drawing them there.
It was true; some may have contented themselves with feigning a lack of concern, others were bolshily standing firm and puffing out their chests, and yet more - and, unsurprisingly, generally those on the Eastern Rim, nearest to the area of upset - displayed active concern, even bordering on panic, but none were ignorant or truly apathetic to the latest conflict to emerge and challenge democracy and civilisation. The Mandalorians, and their assault on Yavin IV's Jedi Academy, would be a prime topic of discussion. Even those that didn't care were actively not caring, and in his rounds to other Senators and representatives, Georj had picked up more than one muttering of a motion to... what was the phrase he'd heard... 'let those damned wizard monks fight their own battles'.
=Georj Lorrimer=
"I wonder how that will unfold."
The Bovorian rep turned his head to him, an expression of quizzicality on the sharply angled face as he caught the murmured utterance. Georj shook his head, a vague dismissive gesture indicating that there wasn't anything important in what he'd said.
It was, of course, very important. In many ways, Georj thought, what to do with the Mandalorians would turn out to be the most important conversation they might have for some time...
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Jul 3, 2013 1:15:31 GMT -8
It was time. . .
The Mon Calamari Senator took a deep breath, placed his datapad on the podium, straightened his diplomatic castes robes inherent of his station as a diplomat. Many concerns of his own world plagues his mind, a teetering economic recession, floundering shipyard industry, a wavering political favor, social upheaval, and rumors of terrorism activities under the Great Sea of Dac.
And more holistic and intergalactic concerns are popping up that he must now focus on, here and now, as Cihlbar calls this new session of the Galactic Senate to session. He pushes a button on the podium with a webbed finger, Cihlbar takes a deep breath as his pod takes its ascendancy into the middle where he will act as Speaker of the Senate for the time being until they can elect a new Supreme Chancellor that could then take on the duties as Speaker of the Chambers and preside over the meeting.
Senator Cihlbar exhaled and he could now feel the extreme intensity of the lights bearing down on him, his bulbous pupils adjusted to the light as the thousands of pods surround him. holocomm receptors circled around his presence, capturing his likeness in three dimensions and projected it from every holoprojector in the pods of all the delegates present, as well as project his image on large screens across the rotunda as well as a live broadcast across the Holo News Network.
Senator Cihlbar addresses the Senate with the natural aquatic and gravelly tone indicative of the species, but spoke with the dignity and composure od a diplomat of his station:
::Esteemed Representatives of the Galactic Republic, I hereby call to order the first meeting of this new session of the Galactic Senate. As all of you have been made aware, the first order of business is to elect a new Supreme Chancellor. With out any further adieu, I will open the floor to nominations to the office of the Supreme Chancellor.::
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Jul 3, 2013 20:25:23 GMT -8
=Senator Naberrie=
Leaning forward in her seat, the young Senator from Naboo scanned the faces of the assembled Senators as Cihlbar brought the session to ordered and opened the floor for nominations. Alyse wondered who would make the first move, and whether there would be any surprise nominations. She honestly didn't know what to expect this time around. Her friend and mentor, Senator Koronov, had flatly refused to run, even though he had seemed poised as a natural choice to take his turn, coming off a largely successful term as Vice Chancellor. But Corellia had been attacked, and even though Dmitri had hesitated to reveal much about the ongoing investigation, it was clear that not all was well, and the Jedi had warned of future danger. The Corellian's political skills were needed at home, and he could not turn his attention to the rest of the galaxy, even at this critical juncture in galactic history. It was a darn shame, and she had been momentarily rather upset with her old friend.
Anxiously, Alyse ran a hand through her long brown hair, which she had chosen to wear down, in long, flowing curls that stretched halfway down the back of her flowing white dress. Both dress and hair were the latest in Naboo fashion, as was the baby blue and white checked pattern of the kerchief that gathered her brown locks behind her ears, and let it fall gently down her neck and back. She folded her arms as the suspense built, straining to catch whatever voice would speak first.
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Post by Vice-Chancellor Darma on Jul 4, 2013 7:41:51 GMT -8
Slipping my data-pad from one of the larger pouches on my belt I scroll through the list of candidates for Chancellor of the Republic. I'd done some preliminary research into each candidate, though probably not as much as I should have, as most of my time of late had been devoted to the defense bill I'd been working on. Seeing that senator Cihlbar was on the list, and that he was a well respected member of the senate, even if largely unknown to me personally, I decide to start the nominations, since no one else seemed to be jumping to the task. I move my float away from it's dock, slowly, indicating my desire to speak. If recognized by the chair, I will announce my nomination.
Rendili nominates Senator Cihlbar for Chancellor.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jul 4, 2013 19:33:54 GMT -8
*The large man stands up and walks forward a few feet. His advisers make no look up or any motion. He stands there for a few seconds and clears his throat before speaking.*
"The noble planet of Serenno, respectfully abstains from the vote."
*Senator Ordo takes his seat again and sits back waiting for things to continue on with real import.*
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 5, 2013 6:55:33 GMT -8
Somewhere off to his right, Georj was aware of another Senate pod moving forward. The Senator wasn't aware of the pod user's identity, though the Pod's positioning on the Senate wall made it the representative of a rather minor world, in terms of it's political influence. He watched with interest as the pod made it's way forward to indicate a willingness to speak.
=Senator=
"Reecee nominates Senator Mudlath of Aphran for Chancellor"
Georj arched an eyebrow. Neither Reecee nor Aphran had much political influence beyond their own little corner of space, and Georj doubted they would garner many votes on their position in the Senate alone. That said, the Osarian Senator could see how they might try and swing more of the outlier systems, gather their votes from amongst the other worlds of small influence, playing the under-dog card. The sad thing was that such a strategy, feasibly, could work, and they'd end up with a Chancellor interested in only his own agenda for his own worlds and worlds of similar stature, rather than the Republic as a whole.
=Georj Lorrimer=
"What do we make of that, Fotran?"
The Bovorian turned to him, offering something akin to a shrug with his winged arms. Georj sniffed in a dry amusement - the Bovorian's grasp of Galactic politics was slightly lacking, not having Georj's broad understanding of the political climate. The Osarian Senator turned back to the convocation chamber, leaning back in his seat, quietly watching the unfolding events.
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Post by Crom'nen on Jul 5, 2013 10:20:07 GMT -8
Belf'ima nodded in acknowledgement to Aylee'saresh as she entered. It was nice to see someone she recognized from the research pool, where aides, assistants, and secretaries did the real work, research, so that the Senators were well informed. The young Twi'lek woman also nodded to Tam Flin, the Senator she had attempted to befriend that morning. She listened to the nominations, as well as Ordo's rediculous bid for attention, as the time for abstaining was not yet here. Then, it was time for Belf'ima to represent her people well. She stood, tall and graceful, and began to speak.
Senators, members of the Republic. There is little need for pomp, ceremony, nor politics. We are at war, and while we remain safe here, those whom we were sent to represent are dying. Now is not the time to elect a being for our political gain, but for our survival. There is only one reasonable solution. Therefore, as acting-Senator on behalf of Senator Crom'nen and the delegation of Ryloth seconds the nomination of Cihlbar.
The acting-Senator sat down, hoping she hid her nervousness well. She knows that Crom'nen would have spoken far longer, but she meant what she said. She did this not for Ryloth nor Crom'nen, but because she believed it to be the right thing. She hoped her tone, gentler than that of Crom'nen, would be persuasive.
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Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Jul 5, 2013 11:28:24 GMT -8
Dmitri scanned the crowd carefully as the nominations began. Cihlbar had been an excellent choice, but the second name was a complete surprise. The middle-aged Corellian wasn't sure he even knew who Senator Mudlath was. How could he (or very many others) be expected to vote for such an anonymous choice. But then he saw the danger lurking: It was quite possible that a coalition of fringe worlds, working together, could gain the most votes in such a wide open race, if the Core worlds splintered between a dozen or more nearly identical choices. And so he leaned forward, his hand resting upon the controls for his pod, waiting for his chance to take the floor and second the Mon Cal senator.
Ryloth's acting delegate beat him to the punch, however, and Dmitri paused for a moment, wondering whether to speak up in Cihlbar's favor or to remain silent. As he considered the risks and rewards associated with a formal endorsement, another pod floated forward, with a very tall male Chagrian in flowing blue robes.
=Senator=
"Champala seconds the nomination of Senator Mudlath for Supreme Chancellor."
That settled it. This was dangerously close to getting out of hand. Dmitri's thumb punched the controls of his pod, and moments later it floated out, above the assembly, granting him the floor. "As the representative from Ryloth has noted, this is a time for unity, and so I want to repeat what many of you already know: I do not intend to see an office in the term's administration. As such, Senator Cilhbar has my undivided support as the next Chancellor of the Republic. Thank you." He bowed as his pod bobbed back toward the wall of the chamber and locked into place noiselessly.
Several Senators had come to him and asked him to run in recent weeks, and he had turned them all down, with a careful explanation, but there might yet be some in the assembly who viewed him as a candidate -- perhaps even those who would nominate him, without asking first. But even if there were not, a strong vote of confidence from a former Vice Chancellor, he hoped, would quickly and decisively tilt the scales in Cihlbar's favor. They could not waste weeks forming a government while war threatened.
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Jul 9, 2013 21:32:38 GMT -8
Senator Cihlbar's bulbous pupils to the close observer can be seen going wide to almost the entire diameter of his lids. His aqua colored skin pales to the color of a faint sky. His nomination was pushed through, seconded, and received several endorsements before Cihlbar had any idea what was going on. So many things were going through the Senior Senator's mind; his people needed a strong leader who was focused on the affairs of Dac. But even more so, the Republic needed a strong leader who was focused on the big picture that is the vision of Democracy and Freedom for all; and with the enemies of those ideas bearing down on them-- the need has been compounded and there is only a few who were even knowledgeable enough to take on the task to see the Republic through this tumultuous time. And as one of the original drafters and signators of the great Charter to even organize the Republic into what it is today, Cihlbar was at the top of the list.
Cihlbar responded to his nomination with the gravelly voice that was distinctive to the Mon Cal species."Esteemed Colleagues, it is with great hesitation and humility that I accept my nomination to the Office of the Supreme Chancellor. The Republic is facing grave times as our sovereignty is being challenged at every step of the way; that with every system who is offer admittance, another falls into turmoil; the confidence in our protectors and collaborators that is the Jedi Order is brought into question with every breath taken; our enemies grow stronger as unity is more strained. As your Supreme Chancellor, I would do all that is within my power to keep this Galactic Republic unified; provide for the common prosperity of our many trillion sentient beings; bring stronger relationships with the Jedi; and bolster our defenses for the common good. Make no mistake, Representatives of the Republic: War is coming. We must be unified and strong to in order to ensure a secure and free Galactic Republic!" A large uproar came of support came from the majority of the Senate Rotunda. Senator Cihlbar wags both his webbed hands in a sign for calm and eventual silence.
Cihlbar beckoned Senator Mudlath to take center with his floating pod, so that he may make his statement to the Republic. A little known Senator from Aphran, a member system with very clout and was barely higher in the requirements for a protectorate of the Republic now addressed the full Senate. With Mudlath's stature and his muddled Basic and dimunitive size made it hard for most representatives to focus on his speech; which, to most cultures, seemed to run on a bit longer then appropriate. Still, much of what Mudlath had to say held a lot of validity in the democratic process. He represented those who were underrepresented-- the little man, as it were. The much forgotten systems in the Republic who fall in the cracks of the bureaucracy, who don't receive any priority-- he is there champion!. . .
However, Mudlath seems only to garnish a small plurarity of the vote taken shortly after the chants "vote now! vote now" are abetted. A bit less the a quarter of the votes went to the little man, The rest (almost 3/4's of the vote, with a small percent of abstentions) went to the distinguished Senator from Mon Calamari!!
Senator Cihlbar was not shocked, nor did he smile when he heard he had won the vote. He congratulated his opponent on his support and fine words and promised him a place in this new administration, somewhere. Cihlbar wags his webbed hands once more in a gesture for silence. "I continue this meeting not as your Parliamentarian, but as your newly elected Supreme Chancellor; I vow to bring honor to this office and serve with dignity and grace so long as you deem me fit." Cihlbar gives a small and curt bow, also allowing for a small moment of acclamation before continuing. "Now, as I am sure everyone is aware, the next item is to elect the new Vice Chancellor of the Republic. The floor will now be accepting nominations for this office. . ." Cihlbar mutes his own microphone on the lectern, allowing others to take there turn to nominate who would be his subordinate in the coming administration.
His coming administration. . . and so it begins. . .
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Post by Jago on Jul 13, 2013 9:29:42 GMT -8
The Mon Calamari was voted into the Chancellor's position, and Senator Flin didn't so much as blink. Cihlbar was a well known and respected leader within the Rotunda. Perhaps a bit too ... idealistic. Especially when it came to the Jedi Order. Especially. Regardless, he seemed to be the obvious choice, the Omwati noted with a click of her tongue. Cihlbar was loyal. Noble. He had the best interests of The Republic in mind, and that, that, was what was truly important. Despite the fact that she disagreed with him on several, key points, Tam was confident that at this moment? Senat-- ... Chancellor Cihlbar was the best hope for a stronger Republic.
When the call came for the nomination of Vice Chancellor, Tam rolled her head across her shoulders, stretching and considering. She found her violet eyes settling on Rhyloth's pod, smiling softly at spying Belf'ima taking the role of acting Senator for the home of the Twi'leks. It brought a thought to her mind, finding herself standing and activating the voice amplifier of her own stand so that her nomination could be heard in the vast hall of The Senate.
" The Republic of Omwat nominates Senator Crom'nen, of Rhyloth."
From what Belf'ima had told her of Crom'nen, Tam assumed he would be the right man for the job. An interesting dichotomy to throw into the mix to balance against Chancellor Cihlbar. The two men would be perfect to weigh the needs of The Republic and the needs of The Galaxy as a whole together. Yes, she was confident in her choice, even affording herself a smug smile as she took her seat once more.
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Post by Crom'nen on Jul 19, 2013 9:02:26 GMT -8
Since she had spoken, making Ryloth's influence felt, Belf'ima has listened intently, waiting merely to renew Crom'nen's interest on the Military Council. She was quite content to merely cast a vote, as positioning two allies into position overtly would be seen as a power grab. But as she listened to the bird-like Senator whose acquaintance she had made that morning nominate Crom'nen, she was shocked. She knew that Crom'nen would be most displeased. She quickly regained composure and stood to speak, silently wondering if Crom'nen would be nominated in every cycle, as he seemed to be.
My dear Senators or the Republic, as many of you are aware, Senator Crom'nen has been away some months on a mission so classified, only those members of the Military Committee are aware of it. As he is not here to represent himself nor to take on this task, as acting Senator, I must decline on his behalf until his return.
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Jul 22, 2013 20:56:02 GMT -8
=Senator Naberrie=
The silence which followed the election of the new Supreme Chancellor was almost deafening, as Senators quite literally twiddled their thumbs. Alyse shifted in her chair one, two, three times, each time with a new sensation of how awkward the session was becoming. Something had to be done. Drawing a compact datapad from her courier bag, she began to scroll through the list of names for Senators from the Core World, eliminating each in turn for various political or domestic reasons, until only one name remained: Budi Darma. He was a veteran senator from a stable and well-governed industrial world, with as much skin in the game as any of the Core Worlds, and relatively fewer problems homeside (at least that she was aware of). Running one hand through her long brown locks, the young Senator from Naboo frowned as she consulted Darma's voting record in the Senate.
Slowly, Alyse's petite hand closed on the controls of her hoverpod, and a moment later, she was granted the floor. "On behalf of Naboo, and with the future of all Republic citizens in mind, I nominate Senator Darma of Rendili as our next Vice Chancellor." While she hated to admit it, even to herself, and would never voice the sentiment aloud, choosing a human Vice Chancellor could also prove valuable in uniting factions who might oppose a government headed by an alien, even from such a widely respected race as the Mon Calamari.
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