To: Neutral Worlds of Tion Cluster @Sidheach
From: King Kyp Durron
I bid you greetings and ask you to join with me for mutual protection, to defend our neutrality against those who would prefer us weakened and separate so that they might exploit us for their war. I ask this not as a ruler, but as protector, one who cares about the people of our worlds and wishes us to be free to enjoy the lives we deserve without fear of it being stolen from us.
I am the rule of the Hapes Consortium, which is after all a star realm that is on the direct route down the Permean into the core which like you does not have slavery. I am also willing to trade with you young man and I would assume that you would prefer that instead of going for the Hutts or the CSA as the other close ones with whom you after all have a certain amount of problems, or getting drawn into the conflict which is happening on your doorstep.
And well I would assume your realm has needs and that we might come to a mutual benifical arangement.
And well, I do know from my own son how headstrong a man of your age can be and thus I am not reacting negative to your choice of words as you where after all surprised by this.
And as for internal, you consider it internal but they do not, and do you really want them to ask the republic for help against you because they think you threathen to conquer them?
I would assume that you do know the need for someone not to be ruled by someone else, and that you so can understand the fear, especially with how you appeared on the galactic stage.
I am the rule of the Hapes Consortium, which is after all a star realm that is on the direct route down the Permean into the core which like you does not have slavery. I am also willing to trade with you young man and I would assume that you would prefer that instead of going for the Hutts or the CSA as the other close ones with whom you after all have a certain amount of problems, or getting drawn into the conflict which is happening on your doorstep.
And well I would assume your realm has needs and that we might come to a mutual benifical arangement.
And well, I do know from my own son how headstrong a man of your age can be and thus I am not reacting negative to your choice of words as you where after all surprised by this.
And as for internal, you consider it internal but they do not, and do you really want them to ask the republic for help against you because they think you threathen to conquer them?
I would assume that you do know the need for someone not to be ruled by someone else, and that you so can understand the fear, especially with how you appeared on the galactic stage.
By the same logic i ought to ask the Mandalorians.
Let me put this another way. By what right do you dare to interfere without invitation, reason nor true justification? Perhaps in Hapes the Queen-Mother has the right to intervene in the disputes of her own subjects, but this is not Hapes. Should i desire a third party to join a negotiation, then you shall be placed high on my list.
I will consider your offer and respond once we are in any position to make that kind of deal, namely once the war no longer has set said hyperlane aflame and impassable.
Nolaa places her hand on one of the new ships, its armor plating cool against her palm.
Usually this soothes her. She feels a kinship with these vessels, vicious looking things that resemble predatory beasts more than starships, made for savage face to face brawls, not the sedate exchanges of broadsides and fighter duels that are all rage in this era. Older weapons, for a more primal kind of war.
But not now.
Not since the transmissions from Harrin.
Not since....
Her right fist hits durasteel with a bell like clang, then her left, then the right again, alternating in an almost musical cadence.
Why.
She clings to that one word, why-why-why-why, letting it echo in her thoughts with every impact of her knuckles against metal, every jolt of pain.
Why him. Why now. Why that.
Why does it hurt so much.
It was nothing. To both of them. An impulse they gave into, for it to ever be anything else would have required both of them to be different beings living different lives in a completely different galaxy.
She knows that. Has always known it, from the moment when she first put her lips to his.
When you care, you have something to lose.
Her old teacher's words, spoken before the first surgery, when they began the process of fitting her with the implants.
Attachment is weakness, little one. A warrior that wants to live has no defense against a warrior who doesn't care if they die.
Attachment makes you want to live. Gives you something to lose. Makes you afraid, makes you hesitate, then...everything fades, little one. Everything dies. We die sooner than most. Even sooner if you care.
Deep, ragged breaths. Her hands are bruised, bleeding. Needing treatment, medical supplies wasted because she lacked control.
Because she let herself care.
Nolaa exhales slowly, releasing everything she feels. Everything she felt.
She won't ever think of it again. Not that. It is dead, it is buried, it is nothing.
And it always was.
So be it.
She will never let herself think of it again. Will never make that mistake again. She will fight wars she can win, never let her own stupidity lure her into dreaming the impossible.
Having withdrawn from Coruscant after the outbreak of civil war in the Deep Core, the betrayed son of Executor Eden, Dak Eden, would sit at Foerost and contemplate his next move. With the SSSD Purity, the largest warship known to the Galaxy, badly damaged and with his path back to Tarkin's Fang insecure, the path ahead for Dak would seem unclear. To his north, the Empire prepared to attack him, to the south, Zana Eden was busy exerting her control over the Deep Core, while elsewhere, there were few other paths to take that were not contentious or downright unthinkable for one reason or another. Lacking any other option, Dak would consequently reach out to just about anyone who was willing to listen in the hopes of securing a way out of his predicament, contacting everyone from Drakkus the Hutt to the Regency Council, believing that they might be willing to assist him in exchange for one thing or another. The idea that these powers might merely be using Dak was not a thought that would occur to him though, to Dak's good fortune, it would be one that would occur to his right-hand man, Brendol Hux, who would work to save his commanding officer from his own naivety.
While the Purity sat in port at Foerost, undergoing emergency repairs, Brendol Hux would immediately begin working to ensure the longevity of his commanding officer, ordering his fleets to shoot down any incoming ships over the objection of Dak Eden and tightening security aboard the SSSD. Infiltration attempts by everyone from the Empire to the Hutts to the New Republic would be foiled by this way, including an attempt by the Empress' Hand, Ilyo, who would be detained after failing basic checks along with a team of droids and commandos, and permit the SSSD Purity to complete it's repairs to a sufficient degree before jumping out. With the Empress' Hand in the brig and the Purity intact, Dak Eden has since withdrawn into the Deep Core with his fleets and managed to make his way back to Tarkin's Fang, alive, where he has since taken to observing the conflict between his siblings with interest.
Summary
Dak Eden makes poor choices from which he is rescued by Brendol Hux.
Infiltration efforts foiled, Empress' Hand Ilyo taken prisoner by Dak Eden.
Dak Eden makes it back to Tarkin's Fang.
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The Deep Core
Zana Eden
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Following the death of the Executor, the Deep Core would catch ablaze as his many children began to feud over who would claim the right to succeed him as the ruler of the Deep Core. Although reports coming out of the Deep Core would remain sporadic and often contradictory, there would be some key events that would be confirmed by various agents now infiltrating the previously cut off region. On Byss, the Director of Intelligence, Zana Eden, would ally with Shimi and Bail Eden in order to seize control of the vital world, killing their immediate competition on the planet, and the fleets above it including the SSDs Vision and Clarity. At Empress Teta, Byansr Eden would find himself struggling to not only hold onto the vital world but also to suppress an uprising by those aliens still left alive in the system who have found themselves armed by Byansr's foes in the hopes of undermining his position. Elsewhere at Prakith, two of the Executor's sons have teamed up in order to protect the vital system which connects the Deep Core not only to Empress Teta but also to N'Zoth through the use of an artificial hyperspace lane originally intended to allow a sneak attack into Imperial Space.
At the same time, Bulwark Rar has begun to pull back from his position in the Colonies and appears to be moving into the Deep Core to support one faction or another. Reports out of those planets now vacated by the Warlord suggest that they have been used as testing grounds for a wide variety of biological weapons meant to kill all life on a world while remaining harmless to humans. Given that Abregado-Rae is now completely devoid of life, even human life, it would not be so far fetched as to assume that these weapons have yet to perfected given that the planet once boasted a significant human population.
Summary
The Deep Core falls into Civil War.
Bulwark Rar withdraws, leaving worlds scorched by various weapons behind.
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Collapse of the Corporate Sector Authority
Pirate Queen G'Win
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The woes of the Corporate Sector Authority would not abate with the new year so much as they would intensify with the mismanaged and tyrannical Corporate Dictatorship rapidly collapsing as group after group conspired to bring the Corporate Sector crashing down. Continuing on from their prior operations, the Droid Revolution would continue to ravage the Corporate Sector for some time, liberating and constructing new droids as they went, until eventually attacking Bonadan, one of the largest planets in the Corporate Sector, in one bloody campaign. Though the reasons are unknown, the Conquest of Bonadan would prove to be the last known action carried out by the Droid Revolution in the Corporate Sector with HK-47 withdrawing his forces shortly after ransacking several corporate headquarters, including one responsible for the upkeep of the HoloNet and another that dealt in artificial intelligence, and vanishing once more into deep space.
At the same time, the Pirate Queen G'Win would begin to display more and more aggressive tactics in the Corporate Sector as the Pirates of Centares ceased simply raiding territory and began seizing it outright. At Issagra, a location known for it's connections to organised crime, G'Win would forcibly eject the Picket Fleet and establish a residence for herself on the Issagra Space Station while continuing to harry and attack the Corporate Sector Authority at every turn. Combined with a number of raids by unknown special forces, who took to targeting high ranking officials and sabotaging infrastructure, the Corporate Sector Authority has begun to collapse outright with worlds falling out of reach and pirates and other criminals establishing themselves on various worlds as liberators, protectors, and all around well-liked figures who benefit from not being as brutal as the previous owners. With the collapse of the Corporate Sector Authority, the previous trickle of departures has turned into an all out flood with corporations fleeing to safer ground, whether it be in the Empire, the New Republic, or with the various neutral powers throughout the galaxy.
Summary
Corporate Sector collapses.
HK-47 attacks Bonadan before vanishing once again.
G'Win establishes herself on Issagra and begins carving off bits of the Corporate Sector.
Corporate Sector in general devolving into pirate controlled fiefdoms.
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The Liberation of Zygerria
Neo-class Heavy Cruiser
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Passing through both Imperial and New Republic Space, the Mandalorians have continued to quietly nip away at the edges of both powers with several fleets making their way to Zygerria where the Mandalorians would choose to make a very loud and explosive point about slavery. Arriving in the Zygerria System, the new Neo-class Heavy Cruisers, a new ship designed by MandalMotors roughly equivalent in firepower to a Victory II-class Star Destroyer, would lead the way in destroying Zygerrian vessels and allowing the Mandalorians to land on the planet's surface. In what would be rather brutal fighting, the Mandalorians would secure Zygerria itself and, in what is becoming increasingly common policy for the Mandalorians, liberate the slaves, adopt the worthy into the clans, before then incorporating the system into Mandalorian Space. The fall of Zygerria has since dealt yet another blow to slavery throughout the galaxy and forced more and more buyers to flock to Hutt Space in order to acquire stock with Sleheyron proving to be the largest beneficiary and along with it, the Besadii kajidic.
Summary
Zygerria conquered by the Mandalorians.
Sleheyron growing in wealth as rival slavers are crushed by outside powers.
From: Kyp Durron
To: Disciples of the Force @Sidheach
Private
I humbly ask permission to study the Force upon Yavin IV once i am able to spend the time to contemplate its workings away from the distractions of the galaxy.
From: Kyp Durron
To: Disciples of the Force @Sidheach
Private
I humbly ask permission to study the Force upon Yavin IV once i am able to spend the time to contemplate its workings away from the distractions of the galaxy.
Reacting to the aborted coup in the Imperial Centre, Grand Moff Kaine would move to clean up shop in his own house before such treason could be replicated in Oversector Outer. Using dossiers provided to him by Imperial Intelligence, which had compiled a list of suspected and known Edenites in the Empire, the Grand Moff would begin arresting all suspected Edenites in one grand move meant to clear up his territory of all subversive elements. Had his plans stopped there, with the arrest and summary execution of traitors, it would have succeeded however events during the purge would dash all hope of a clean operation with high ranking officers, whether of their own volition or at the Grand Moff's direction, deciding to add insult to injury. Purportedly molesting the wives of suspected officers, the presence or absence of consent is unknown though that one officer left an Edenite's home missing his genitalia suggests the latter, the Grand Moff has managed to draw outrage from both Edenites and loyal officers who are disgusted by such actions.
One group of outraged Imperials, led by Lieutenant Ora Sal, the wife of one such suspected Edenite and the recipient of unwanted attentions from a now deceased Imperial officer, have chosen to deal with this in the only way they know how with the so called Entralla Group leading a revolt against the Grand Moff. Seizing control of ships, several systems, and going so far as to release a number of imprisoned Edenites to aid in leading their forces, the Entralla Group have declared their intent to depose Grand Moff Kaine for this grievous abuse of power, among other crimes both true and false, and send his head to the Imperial Centre on a plate. Staging out of Dantooine, the Entralla Group has consequently plunged Oversector Outer into civil war, a state that the region had desperately sought to avoid for years, now to no avail.
Borsk Fey'lya before his campaign stop on Malastare
As part of his campaigning, Borsk Fey'lya stopped in the Malastare system to answer questions from concerned voters about his campaign and about current events in the galaxy. Excerpted below are several of those questions, and the answers Minister Fey'lya gave.
Citizen: Minister, several prominent Senators have spoken in favor of a peace treaty with the Empire, or at least some sort of armistice or discussion with them. What are your thoughts?
Fey'lya: "That's a good question, and thank you for asking. I've always thought the same thing about a peace deal. Ever since Mothma first tried to get us at table, and I made this point at the time, but was overruled. Any armistice with the Empire is a grave insult to the memory of the brave patriots that fought and died for our brave young Republic. Bothans and Wookies, Quarren and Mon Calamari . . . we've all fought to break the spectre of a human-only galaxy. Peace talks with the Empire will not happen until our banner flies over Coruscant. Next question? Yes, you there, the Evocci.
Citizen: Mr. Fey'lya, reports are coming out of the Galactic North that claim the Republic was involved in the so-called Droid Revolution and the Pizztov heist. What is your response to this?
Fey'lya: "You really would trust Imperial propagandists?" laughter "No, that's a fair question, and it speaks to our current head of state that it has to be asked in the first place. Our chief executive has been too focused on banning one of our most lauded heroes from government and other hare-brained schemes to keep some of our commanders in line. While I would never, ever, say a negative word about heroes of the Republic like Admirals Ackbar, Sovv, or Tamson, and the work of the Spynet to bring Admiral Bel Iblis back into the fold is well known, the point has to stand. King Raddus' views on some of our leaders are well known, and little to no steps have been taken to prevent him from having to step in again. What is to prevent a new -- ah, I don't want to name names. Regardless, civilian oversight of the NRDF has to increase. Next question?"
Citizen: Minister, how would you work to keep the Republic's economy growing in the wake of the Galactic Civil War?
Fey'lya: "The galaxy has always been focused on the Core as the heart of the economy. Coruscant, Kuat, Brentaal . . . Chandrila. These worlds are always viewed as the center of the galactic economy, for really no good reason. We are more then capable of pivoting our national economy to focus on new centers of commerce and industry -- Malastare and Geonosis, Eriadu and Naboo, even Dac and Bothawui."
The ripples spreading from Coruscant left no part of the Empire untouched, including its academies. Long a deep interest of the Supreme Commander, the training and molding of fresh cadets could be held accountable to no small degree for the divergence and division the military had suffered in the field. Even as the events in Oversector Outer were unfolding, steps were underway to fundamentally alter the core of the academy's curriculum. Sloane along with Admiral Macte, Director of Military Operations, saw to it that the changes went through with the full backing of the upper echelons.
Praxis, a modest text by all standards, was divided in to three parts. The first contained a deep examination of the principles underlying the prosecution of warfare by the Imperial Military, and the most effective means to achieve those objectives. Restrictions on scope of action and the vigilance to ensure that drift from the singular aim was redirected to the common goal placed responsibility for divergence at a much lower level than it had previously rested. Morale was discussed not only as something affecting one's own troops but also local populations, and opposing forces, where the balance of fearful submission and emboldenment rested in a razor's edge. A new emphasis was placed on flexibility of junior officers, and even those at higher ranks, where mission parameters shifted and the immediate response of those in the thick of it would necessarily dictate their superior's options to complete the mission. The changes were bold, even audacious in places but at the same time bound within a rigid framework that drew the line between valued loyalty and the obedience that led too many good officers in to warlord camps.
The second portion was far more brief. Containing basic ethics lessons, the emphasis rested on a commitment to the ideals of the New Order and not necessarily the harsh practicalities of its defense. While it wasn't a stunning reversal by any means, the discussions on use of force, inducement of civilian populations, the handling of bribes, favors and other graft marked a departure from simply presenting matters as legal/illegal with no deeper thought. There were things that were wrong, and perhaps while they stood within the purview of legal orders under military code there was no excuse outside of them.
The final section was interesting as a work unto itself. The apparent labor of years, the Supreme Commander had collected essays and writings from some of the leading minds of the Empire and even the Old Republic, some specifically for the book, and some from archives. Zsinj's discussions on the value of centralization added irony considering the man's ability to build his fief, and Thrawn provided, and was credited with, an examination of warfare through the lense of art criticism with regards to the unspoken changes culture and sensibility wrought on a navy. A memo by Deputy-Director Yularen declassified for consideration on the best means of integrating field intelligence with a military command followed a short treatment by Sloane on lessons from Eriadu and the fight against the so called 'New Republic'. There were more from several highly placed officers both past and present, to round out the end.
Taken all together Praxis was a fascinating look at the varied minds and approaches behind the usually faceless monolith of the High Command, and a fresh fire lit at the bottom of the ladder that stretched from cadet-first year to Supreme Commander.
Throughout the galaxy, the encroachment of the New Republic, of the Mandalorians, the Trandoshans, and even Drakkus the Hutt himself has served to wound that most peculiar of institutions, slavery. Various institutions and organisations dedicated to the propagation of slavery, to the acquisition of chattel, have since vanished, crushed underfoot by determined foes, while the markets at worlds such as Sleheyron have been harmed by the loss of product. While this has certainly harmed slavery across the galaxy, it has not spelled it's downfall with power, and profits, centralising behind a few remaining figures who have taken advantage of the loss of competition to enrich themselves and draw in customers from across the galaxy who are proving more than willing to pay a little extra to purchase slaves from secure and abiding sources.
No one, however, has benefited quite so much as Aruk Besadii Tai, called the Lesser, who has quietly begun rebuilding his kajidic's fortunes after the Conference on Nal Hutta and the death of Durga the Hutt. Fading into the background where he is most comfortable, Aruk the Lesser has quietly entrenched himself on Sleheyron and seized upon the woes of his competitors to begin dealing more directly in slaves himself, taking in the ragged remnants of other now defunct organisations to form the Sleheyron Company, an entity that acquires slaves to be sold on Sleheyron. This has, on the whole, proven quite profitable for the Hutt who has not only recovered some of the wealth and prestige lost with Durga but also built up ties with other Hutts, stepping in to provide slaves for their throneworlds and palaces free of charge as a gesture of goodwill, while maintaining careful deference to Drakkus the Hutt.
Summary
Anti-Slavery efforts crush several organisations only to strengthen the remaining few.
Aruk the Lesser quietly grows in wealth and influence.
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The Revolution
Akar Prost or an Imposter? Find out next week on Revolutions of our Lives
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With a thumping soundtrack blaring out over strategically placed loudspeakers, an initiative meant to sync soldiers' movements that largely wound up fueling a number of raves on liberated worlds, the First Revolution has spread throughout the Senex-Juvex Sector like a wildfire, aiding it's struggling brethren and casting out the bourgeoisie elites who oppress the masses. Although the First Revolution suffers from not being as large or important as the Empire or the Republic, this has not meant it's actions or any less exciting with the newly forged state throwing itself against it's foes with all the zeal of true believers. Slaves would be freed, give blasters, and told to shoot their former owners, the means of production would be seized, and the First Revolution's fleets would begin to work like a proper force, learning the merits of cohesion and orderliness beneath the watchful eyes of so called Observers, political commissars, often self-appointed, tasked with rooting out the counter-revolutionary. With the Senex-Juvex Sector largely disunited and cut off from the rest of the galaxy, the First Revolution has since used this zeal to liberate it entirely, a feat celebrated across it's territories with parties, raves, and ideologically acceptable victory parades.
Meanwhile Revolutionary Weekly has reported that the Glorious Father of the Revolution, the Brother of the Common Sentient, the Breaker of the Workers' Chains, the Slaversbane, Akar Prost, has shaved his signature beard. As a result, facial hair is on the out in the First Revolution and smooth cheeks are in with many emulating the Great Brother's decision to go clean shaven like any true revolutionary would.
I do not mean the individual dead, the physical dead, though they weigh heavy on us all. I mean dead institutions, legends, myths. Dead ideas that still cling with bony fingers to the edifice of the present, wishing to drag us all down with them to their immeasurable depths.
The New Republic fights with these ghosts. For there to be a New Republic there must have been an Old Republic; it calls back to the past, to restore what was lost. Its Jedi, its senate, its decentralized and aloof structure, all hearken back to a that which once was. Indeed, although the New Republic is in many respects new, as the name suggests, there is much about it that is old. After all, it began as the Alliance to Restore the Republic, a rebellion reacting against the New order. Among its ranks it counts senators; old men and women who recall an order that has died, but they hope may come again, but will not come again. Mon Mothma sleeps and dreams of a vanished world. No force trick will bring it back.
The So-called New Order of the Empire, however, is troubled by the same specters. Even now these ghoulish apparitions become terrible reality, destroying Fondor, depopulating planets, attacking world after world. The Deep Core, the depredations of Bulwark Rar, the insanity of Dak Eden; these are all expressions of a beast in the thrall of death, that refuses to accept its own expiration. One way or another, these animals are motivated by the most base impulses, the last rolling rattle of their dead master the dark Sith Palpatine. Even the proponents of the Praxis are themselves clinging to the same emaciated belly. Rae Sloane may convince herself that she represents something new, but the carcass has become the scavenger, and peace will elude her. Hungry is the Imperial poltergeist, and it will swallow her up. The cause of the New Republic is righteous, but the costs to all terrible; the galaxy teeters on the brink, and the ghosts circle.
Everywhere old entities emerge from ancient tombs. The Corporate sector creaks under its own contradictions and topples, but the confederacy rises again under an impetuous commander. A Mandalore rules, the Hutts seek past glories, the Trandoshans abandon their own slaving history only to embark on equally ambitious anti-slaving activity to restore former riches. The Ssi Ruuk grin in the shadows, the Chiss are almost silent, their voices an intentional whisper. A rogue Jedi rules as king of Cron, mere stepping stones from the corruption of Korriban. The Hapans are quiet, as always. Continuity clashes with change.
Even we have become obsessed with the same illusions. We spoke of the First Restoration, a farce if ever one there was. What is there to be restored? There is nothing. The Republic of the Ruusan Reformations is gone, and so is the Republic of the Jedi Lords. Before that another republic, and Sith Empires, and something else entirely, perhaps terrible, primeval, washed from the annals of history but still dwelling as a dread chill in our souls. We have looked back. We have seen what could be seen, we have taken what could be taken. The Galaxy, however, heaves under the stagnation of the past. It wishes an end to the decadence. It cries out to the heavens, billions of voices perish, and in their place the remaining cries only grow, turning to howls. Something must be done. What is to be done? How can we change our condition? Can our condition be changed? Is this all there is to life?
As we celebrate our victory over the Senex-Juvex and destroy the petty landlords, the galaxy turns its eyes, ever so briefly, to the Restoration. Let us in this unique opportunity, this moment, seize upon something new and marvelous to present to them. Let us be that something that must be done! Let us be the first to present something well and truly new to the galaxy. Let us create an entity that the entire Galaxy can look at with dumbstruck awe.
Let us be not the First Restoration, but the First Revolution.
Freethinking Sophonts, read closely! These are our rights, as guaranteed by our own efforts!
We are each of us created equal under the law, and our equality is our most cherished right.
We form the political community to protect our other innate rights: These rights are foremost among them Freedom, Prosperity, Liberty, and Security!
Sovereignty rests in the body of the people, and only in the people! There is no other legitimate system of political organization in this galaxy.
Freedom is our innate control over ourselves. No restraining bolt shall hold us, no chains shall shackle us. We are free sophonts, and we will strike down any tyrant who believes otherwise.
Prosperity is our right to wealth and happiness, denied to us by those who would seek to deprive us. We will abide by no government that does not have in mind the general welfare!
Liberty is our freedom to do all that does not cause harm to others; the limits of liberty can only be determined by the decisions of the sovereign law.
Security is the defense of our sovereignty against all comers, and our personal security against those who would harm us.
We have a right to fair trial, to all according to the bounds of the law. All arrests and punitive actions taken outside the law are an assault against our sovereignty, and will not be tolerated.
We have a right to innocence until proven guilty, an assurance of the justness of the law.
We are free to speak as we wish, when we wish! It is only in the pursuit of the common good that speech can be curtailed!
We are free to believe what we wish, and worship what we wish, if it does not attack the public peace!
We have a responsibility to pay taxation, and in turn, these contributions will ensure our equality and security of the common defense.
We have a right to determine the extent of taxation, and to limit its application through the decisions of the popular will.
Those societies that do not respect these distinctions are considered dissolute.
Almost immediately after its presentation to the populace of the Restoration, The Rights of Sophonts has been adopted as the founding document of the First Revolution. It is being rapidly distributed by both licit and illicit means through the holonet, after having been worked on for months prior to its release only two days after the Restoration became the Revolution.
For many economists and academics in the Empire the employment of slavery by Emperor Palpatine had always been an oddity. The Old Republic had not used slaves en masse and yet the Emperor allowed and supported slavery. Regardless of Palpatine's reasons (and New Republic saying it was purely sadism), the institution of slavery had been one of the most unregulated markets in the Empire. Everything from Wookie warriors, to twi'lek slavegirls, and Sullustan mechanics were for sale. The cost to Imperial Security alone was incalculable and yet the system persisted via the greasing of palms of various moffs or business interests.
The entire system began coming undone as a result of two seemingly unconnected events: the passage of regulations regarding the usage of slaves from Center, and COMPNOR's crackdown of officers that allowed slaves to be put in positions where Imperial security was on the line. All too often COMPNOR had to deal with a slave mechanic being the cause of a breakdown in essential production. High slave prices drove away many buyers, but also one of Zsinj's last orders of Grand Moff's set the slave system for its decline.
A number of subsidies for businesses to increase automation and decrease slave labor for security concerns went into effect beginning in Quelli Oversector. Taking advantage of this, Cybot Galactica moved facilities to Taris because of the favorable conditions to be had under Zsinj's scheme. Soon thereafter Columex, then Entralla, Radama and others began implementing or taking advantage of the program. Employing slaves at a business began being suspect in some industries, since COMPNOR's list of suspects usually started with slaves, and ended with the Empire cancelling, or reducing contracts. The knock on from new scrutiny saw shifts in the credit market based around these riskier companies, with credit ratings tracking COMPNOR interest in the workforce and their activities.
Personal and household slaves were not effected by this targeted chipping away of industrial servitude, persisting for a variety of reasons across the Empire. Some of the growing concern over security pushed domestics out in favor of droids, but a growing 'rescue' movement quickly gathered up these displaced bedslaves, maids, dancers and the like. Left entirely unchanged were the prison worlds of the Empire that used labor as a means of punishment. The slaves of the Empire that now found themselves without an owner and had options ahead of them: Get a regular Imperial Resident ID and get normal work; take advantage of a few NGOs offering travel to other sectors such as the Hapes Consortium; or take part in the Empire's New Colonization program. However Imperial Citizenship would remain the sole privilege of non-felon Human and Sister Race members only. The first cracks were beginning to show in the peculiar institution as practiced within the Empire, but they would undoubtedly spread.
After receiving troubling news regarding the dealings and activities of the Moff of Kwenn, a replacement has been dispatched to the system by Supreme Commander Rae Sloane to take over management of the system and the valuable space station in orbit over the planet. The replacement in question, a career bureaucrat by the name of Renn Felswoop, would make his presence in the system immediately known by summarily executing his predecessor on the spot and then arresting no less than five hundred known criminals with ties to the Hutts, including Drakkus the Hutt, cancelling all unauthorised orders placed with the orbital shipyard by non-Imperial entities, and parking a fleet in the Kwenn System. Considered to be a stickler for the rules and notoriously inflexible, Moff Felswoop has already begun cracking down on crime in the system and has, in the process, made enemies with a significant number of Hutts, smugglers, crime lords, and petty gangsters, a fact that the Moff appears to consider proof of his success.
Summary
Former Moff of Kwenn replaced.
New Moff proves to be a stickler for the rules who is cracking down on crime in the system.
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Blood in the Capital
The Empress' Ssi-ruuvi Lightsaber
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Following the Battle of Coruscant, the Empire has predictably begun purging the Imperial Centre of all Edenites lacking in the good sense to die after it became apparent that Dak Eden would be incapable of saving them. Led by Director Ysanne Isard and later joined by an irate and outright murderous Empress, who would put the Imperial Guard to use pinning captured traitors down while she eviscerated them, tore out their hearts, electrocuted them, and so forth, the Empire has made a show of force on the ecumenopolis in the weeks following the attack. Captured traitors have been thrown before military tribunals, often run by officers dragged out of bed, and then summarily executed, their properties confiscated, and their jobs handed off to loyal Imperials in a brutal process that the Empire would fast refine.
Republic News Network Broadcast Republic Academy of the Military Arts finishes construction in Eriadu's Legacy Precinct
Today, Minister of Education Verrinnefra B'thog Indriummsegh is proud to announce the completion of the Republic Academy of Military Arts in cooperation with the Commissioner for Academies. Sponsored by the Ministries of Education and War, the Republic Academy of Military Arts has been built in Eriadu's Legacy district, territories reclaimed from the devastation inflicted upon the planet by the Imperial Supreme Commander's attack last year.
Representing a commitment by the New Republic to afford our pilots, captains and commanders the best possible training as well as a place for our best and brightest to pass on their skills to a new generation, the Academy offers courses for Starfighter pilots, Starship commanders, as well as Air-Land-Sea-Space army commander courses.
With the outstanding quality of its instructors, the Academy of Military Arts and the Republic War College promises to pave the way for Republic Starfleet and Army both.
Enlist today and you too might learn from Admirals Ackbar, Sovv and Tamson!
Summary
The New Republic Armed Forces improve their training facilities.
The New Republic continues its transition from rebel alliance to proper governmental structure.
Republic News Network Broadcast Ministry of the Interior expands: Crisis & Emergency Management
Today, Minister of the Interior Kerithrarr and Chief of State Mon Mothma unveil latest expansion of Republican disaster management. Originating in the first-wave response teams following in the wake of Admiral Ackbar's and General Bel Iblis' liberation of the Crimson Empire, the Republic Crisis and Emergency Management Department (in short, Crisis & Emergency Management - CEM) is a pan-Republican effort to mitigate the damages of the war against Imperial oppression, pirate and slaver raids and natural disasters.
Open to any sophont with a basic technical education willing to make the Galaxy a better place, the CEM offers new and exciting career opportunities within the Republic.
It is their commitment and honour to stand peacefully against the excesses of the Empire's penchant for wanton destruction.
A New corporate entity has been founded on Trandosha, a company partly-owned by the Hsskor Dominion for the purpose of researching, designing, and manufacturing a wide variety of products for both civilian and military purposes. DoshWorks RMC and its subsidiary divisions such as DoshWorks Technologies and DoshWorks Heavy Industry exist to recruit and utilize the native talent on Trandosha and put it to use creating products both for the domestic and galactic market to make Trandosha's mark on the galactic economy, as well as providing standardized and locally produced products for the government and military of the Hsskor Dominion. DoshWorks RMC is not limiting its hiring to the T'Doshok of course, members of all species and any corner of the galaxy who wishes to apply to DoshWorks various divisions will be considered.
The Hsskor Dominion has high hopes for the DoshWorks RMC, and that DoshWorks products will someday be seen all over the galaxy. DoshWorks and the Hsskor Dominion look forward to providing a wide variety of products to the galactic market and to working with our many trading partners to make DoshWorks a successful and profitable investment for sentients galaxy wide, either in its products or in the business itself.
Private
To: The Crimson Death @Sidheach
From: Nolaa Tarkona
I have borne witness to your work on Saleucami.
That world was a sinkhole of corruption, of every kind of vileness, and you cleansed it. Purified it, swept away the scum that infested it. Every. Last. One of them.
It was...dare I say it, beautiful.
We should speak, you and I. I believe that we desire...similar things. Or at least that our desires are not in opposition to one another.
To: Empress Ederlathh @Sidheach
From: Sloane Private
I'm very sorry your trip to Soontir's estate was interrupted. I hope you had a pleasant time in Corellia while it lasted though. Is there anywhere you'd like to go instead? With the Deep Core as it is and the rebels advancing up the Trade Spine, perhaps something more out of the way? Yitheeth is nice I've heard.
To: Lieutenant Sal, Entralla Group@Sidheach
From: Supreme Commander Sloane Private
Stand down, allow ISB to return the suspected traitors to custody, and your protests will be registered as such instead of mutiny. I will be taking direct control of Oversector Outer temporarily while a tribunal at Coruscant deals with Kaine and those implicated in this reprehensible matter. Justice will be swift and final.
To: Grand Moff Kaine @Deathwing
From: Supreme Commander Sloane Private
Ardus, you'll be pleased to hear your niece has made it through her first stage of training for the Guard and is 40% more likely to survive the course.
This business with the Entralla group, it pains me, but it's the last straw. We could overlook under-production, even the passivity and collusion in the name of stability, but when your men are raping female officers and the wives of those accused of collaboration with the enemy it has a chilling effect across our entire force. I can't begin to imagine what made you think this was a diplomatically sound choice, but it will be your last as Grand Moff.
Please report to Coruscant with those surviving men that engaged in the punishment for judgement. It will look better if Isard and I don't have to drag you back in chains, and we can salvage at least a shred of your dignity and legacy.
To: Adea Rite
From: Sloane Private
How is Princess doing? You mentioned she took a fall during the attack, have the med droids set the bone? Admittedly she doesn't need the leg so much these days but I'd rather she was up and about. I've prepared new materials to assist you and I'll arrange a courier from High Command. Be safe, and take care.
Anyone monitoring Sloane's personal Holonet transmissions would note an uptick in odd requests and conversations with her personal aide in Coruscant. The formerly frigid admiral seems to have developed an inordinate interest in twi'lek dancers, Zeltron cafarels, and other breeds of bedslave.
To: Grand Moff Kaine @Deathwing
From: Supreme Commander Sloane Private
Ardus, you'll be pleased to hear your niece has made it through her first stage of training for the Guard and is 40% more likely to survive the course.
This business with the Entralla group, it pains me, but it's the last straw. We could overlook under-production, even the passivity and collusion in the name of stability, but when your men are raping female officers and the wives of those accused of collaboration with the enemy it has a chilling effect across our entire force. I can't begin to imagine what made you think this was a diplomatically sound choice, but it will be your last as Grand Moff.
Please report to Coruscant with those surviving men that engaged in the punishment for judgement. It will look better if Isard and I don't have to drag you back in chains, and we can salvage at least a shred of your dignity and legacy.
To: Empress Ederlathh @Sidheach
From: Sloane Private
I'm very sorry your trip to Soontir's estate was interrupted. I hope you had a pleasant time in Corellia while it lasted though. Is there anywhere you'd like to go instead? With the Deep Core as it is and the rebels advancing up the Trade Spine, perhaps something more out of the way? Yitheeth is nice I've heard.
We would like to visit Korriban or Iridonia or potentially Dathomir as information recovered from our great-uncle's archives give us cause to think that there might be materials of use upon those worlds for our training.
We would like to visit Korriban or Iridonia or potentially Dathomir as information recovered from our great-uncle's archives give us cause to think that there might be materials of use upon those worlds for our training.
Very well. I'll arrange transport and additional security for Iridonia seeing as Korriban and Dathomir are a bit too close to the Northeast front at the moment. I'm a bit concerned about reports out of Coruscant, have you been performing executions personally? We have people to do that for you, and with less splashy theater to boot. Please consider the appearance you present. We must be harsh, but just, especially against our own.
Very well. I'll arrange transport and additional security for Iridonia seeing as Korriban and Dathomir are a bit too close to the Northeast front at the moment. I'm a bit concerned about reports out of Coruscant, have you been performing executions personally? We have people to do that for you, and with less splashy theater to boot. Please consider the appearance you present. We must be harsh, but just, especially against our own.
