The Government of National Unity (Political Power Turn 1)
Vice Chancellor Orion Pax:
The droid inclined his mechanical head in a careful, measured bow before lowering himself into the seat. His movements were slow, deliberate—an attempt at naturalism that never quite escaped the precision of his servos. "You do realize," he said, his voice carrying the modulated weight of diplomacy, "that it is an honor to receive this offer. Especially given the… grievances that have burdened this hallowed office as of late."
You exhaled sharply, watching him shift in his seat, adjusting his posture in a way that felt unnatural, as if he were testing the boundaries of what was expected—trying to look normal, to distribute his weight in a manner that made him seem more alive, more personal. You appreciated the effort, even if you could still hear the minute whir of his actuators and the soft clinks of metal joints realigning.
But beneath that appreciation lurked a gnawing doubt, burning in your gut like acid. Had you made the wrong choice? It was a thought that had plagued you long before the offer had even left your lips. But then you saw the crowds—the protests, the chants, the raw defiance of those who stood in the streets, raising banners and holos in support of him. From before the election, and then after, begging you to make him a member of this government.
Orion Pax was not the droid the Senate had expected in his brief tenure. He was not the polite, subservient automaton the skeptics had assumed he would be. He had campaigned not merely on policy, but on presence, standing larger than life, his frame enhanced with a lifter body modification that made him tower over many of his organic counterparts when he was on the campaign trail. Yet, even now, dressed in the muted colors of senatorial garb, stripped down to a simple frame that was fitting more for a protocol droid, his hands painted blue in solidarity with the Grand Army of the Republic, he remained an enigma.
Your voice was colder than you intended when you finally responded. "I have not suddenly developed an interest in politics, nor do I concern myself with public opinion polls about whether droids deserve the same political rights as sentients." You let the words settle, a deliberate pause stretching between you. "I merely wish to show the galaxy that this government is not a reflection of the technocratic regimes our enemies embrace. That we are a government that is for all the citizens within the Republic. That includes you."
It was strange—disorienting, even—to hear yourself speak like this. You had always been analytical, always calculated, distant, and fixated on the objective rather than the sentiment. And yet, here you were, shaping your words with deliberate warmth, trying to make them feel like the distant stars above this world—cold, yet still shining.
"But in saying that," you added, your gaze settling on him, "you know what I will ask of you."
Orion Pax's optics flickered in acknowledgment. "A cabinet of rivals is what you have created, they won't listen to you." he replied without hesitation. "Jensen is the only one you truly trust from the previous administration. But you need more than that. You need someone who can challenge you. Someone who can force you to see beyond your own vision."
Astute as always. You allowed a small, humorless smile to touch your lips. "I prefer to call it a Government of National Unity. We're meant to disagree… but we are also meant to work together."
"And you think I can do that?" He asked.
"Can you?" You asked.
If he had a face, you could have sworn that he would have had a ghost of a smile. "I'm very sure I can, Chancellor."
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Jensen sat in silence as you gestured for him to take his seat. He regarded you with a knowing smirk, the kind that spoke of years spent maneuvering through political minefields. When he finally spoke, it was with an ease that bordered on amusement.
"Some would say I never asked for this," he mused, swirling the brandy in his glass. Then he let out a dry chuckle. "But you and I both know that's a damn lie."
You watched as he poured himself a glass from the bottle you had set out in preparation, the rich amber liquid catching the dim light. You had expected some resistance—perhaps a moment of hesitation before he accepted the appointment—but instead, there was this… casual inevitability. Jensen had always understood how the game was played.
"Why did you bring me back?" he asked, his tone shifting to something quieter, more pointed.
You exhaled, taking a measured sip of your own drink. The burn was familiar, grounding. "I need someone I can trust. Nothing more, nothing less."
Jensen scoffed. "You know that isn't what I asked."
He was right. And yet, you hesitated. Words did not come as easily as they once had. You glanced toward the looming cityscape beyond the window, the spires of Coruscant reaching into the stars like the fingers of history itself. The weight of your predecessors bore down on you like durasteel chains.
So instead, you asked, "Do you think Jar Jar made a mistake by stepping down?"
There it was—that name. The titan whose shadow still stretched across every standard, every decision, every whispered deliberation in the Senate halls. A legend in his own right, the one who had navigated the Republic through both its golden age and its darkest nights. And now… you were his successor, not just to his office, but to the war that had erupted under his watch. A war that, if lost, would define your legacy not as a leader, but as the one who presided over the Republic's ruin.
Jensen's answer came faster than you expected. "No."
It was immediate. Too immediate. And that was what unsettled you most. Jensen was never hasty. He measured his words and calculated every angle before speaking. But now, there was no deliberation—only certainty.
"Why?" you asked, leaning forward slightly.
Jensen met your gaze, his expression unreadable. "Because he trusted you, and the people supported that trust." he said simply. "And he trusted you to choose the right people to assist you."
There it was again. That damn word—trust. The currency of leadership, the weight that had been placed upon your shoulders whether you had asked for it or not.
You set your glass down with deliberate care. "Then I hope, for all our sakes, that trust was not misplaced."
Jensen smirked again, this time with something closer to warmth. "We'll find out soon enough, won't we?"
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Minister of Intelligence: Padmé Amidala
She was not pleased to be summoned here, alone. You could see it in the sharpness of her gaze, the way her fingers drummed against the stack of datapads she had been buried under before your intrusion. The office was dim, save for the cool glow of the monitors lining the walls, each one a window into the Republic's most closely guarded secrets.
Secrets that even the Senate did not know.
Secrets that, until now, had been yours alone to bear.
And now, hers.
She folded her arms, standing rather than taking the seat across from you. A deliberate choice. Distance. Defiance. "Why?"
That question again. Why?
You honestly didn't know. Not entirely. And in a way, that was the funniest part of all. Historians, in their infinite wisdom, would one day call this the make-or-break moment of this government—the moment you handed Amidala, of all people, the power to shape the course of the war.
The war that would decide everything.
She was unlike the others. Unlike the military men who saw only tactics and battle lines, unlike the idealists who clung to their lofty visions with bleeding hearts, unlike the blood-minded fools who followed you out of blind loyalty to the Republic, never questioning where it led.
No—she was a rival.
A thorn in your side at every opportunity, always challenging, always pushing, always ensuring that your vision for the Republic faced resistance at every step. She had spent years opposing you, scrutinizing every move, standing in the way of your grand designs.
And yet, she was here now. Because you had asked her to be.
She narrowed her eyes. "Why indeed."
You turned away from her, staring out the window at the endless spires of Coruscant, the world of politics and war merging into one in the skyline. "Because the only other choices I had," you said, voice even, "were men I believed could not do the job properly."
That made her pause. An eyebrow arched, just slightly. "Oh?"
"It is quite simple," you continued. "You bring a political mind to a war of espionage. One that is… more idealistic than most. Perhaps you will see something the others cannot."
She studied you now, truly studied you. Weighing your words. Testing them. She had spent too many years in the Senate to trust anything at face value.
"And what," she asked, voice softer but no less sharp, "am I supposed to see?"
You did not answer. Instead, you stepped past her, toward the door. You opened it, gesturing for her to follow.
"I hope you can figure that out," you said simply.
For the first time, you saw something flicker in her expression. Something unreadable.
And then, after a beat, she followed.
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Minister of the Fleet: Wullf Yularen
Yularen looked uncomfortable.
He stood at attention, back rigid, every bit the disciplined officer he was trained to be. But his unease was evident in the subtle shifts of his stance, the way his hands twitched as if resisting the urge to clasp behind his back. He was trying his best to appear uninterested—stoic, professional. But you knew better.
He wanted nothing more than to be given his orders and leave.
But he knew that wasn't going to happen.
He cleared his throat, eyes flicking to the floor for the briefest of moments before meeting yours again. "I—"
"You will accept," you cut in smoothly, your smirk barely concealed. "That's why I called you here, after all."
His expression twitched. He was never one for games, and you suspected he already knew how this conversation would end. Still, he gave a valiant effort. "It's all so sudden," he said carefully. "But I fear my talents would be wasted—"
That made you chuckle. A rare thing, and you could see from the flicker of surprise in his eyes that it caught him off guard.
"Talents," you echoed, shaking your head. "You destroyed pirates. You organized the fleets. You helped craft the greatest navy the galaxy has ever seen—the largest fleet in recorded history." You let the weight of your words settle, then leaned forward slightly, voice lowering. "You followed my orders, yes. But do not mistake that for insignificance. I needed you then, and I need you now."
You let the silence stretch, waiting to see if he would protest. When he didn't, you pressed on.
"I don't think I'm a poor judge of talent, Wullf," you said evenly. "Especially military talent. I need a man who can handle an impossible amount of work—who can create options where there are none, and discard them when they prove inefficient."
He inhaled sharply, lips parting as if to protest once more. "I—"
You didn't let him finish.
"Yularen."
This time, you used a different tone. Not one of command, nor one of argument. This was something else entirely.
Faith.
You saw the way his shoulders stiffened at the change, the way his breath hitched in the smallest of ways. It wasn't a tone he expected from you—not toward him.
It was something you had learned from Jar Jar. The one thing that had always set your predecessor apart.
Placing absolute faith in someone else. No Matter What.
"There is no one else who can do this, Wullf," you said simply. "If there were, they would be here."
Silence.
A long, heavy pause.
And then, finally—inevitably—Yularen exhaled, slow and measured. His posture shifted, just slightly. The tension in his shoulders remained, but something in his gaze had changed.
Resignation.
Understanding.
Loyalty.
Trust…
"…I accept."
You only hope your faith will be rewarded.
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You have a government.
Current Government Legitimacy: 50 (The government is steady, but disorganized. THe Senate Grows Restless for Leadership..)
You have 7 Actions.
Required Actions: Saving the Republic, requires speeches, and people to trust you.
[]My Loyalty is to the Republic: You need to assuage the People of the Republic. They do not think a Military Man is capable of leading the republic. They do not trust you. DC: ???
Governmental Actions: These are the Governmental Actions, basically how you plan and deal with the many fires around the Galaxy.
[]A War Budget: Jensen needs to lead the Government and ask simple questions. What can we spend, what can we tax, and what can we burrow? DC: 0/???
[]A Machine with a Heart: Pax is… simple. He merely wishes to exercise his power to get you what you need. And also what he needs is a wish to make simple things happen. He wants your trust with that. DC: 45
[]The Government and You: You need to know how much your new administration has affected the galaxy, and how popular you are. DC: 30
[]Schmoze with the Core World Senators: If you want to pass legislation, you will need their support. DC: 30
[]Schmoze with the Mid-rim Senators: If you want to pass legislation, you will need their support. DC: 30
[]Schmoze with the Outer Rim Senators: If you want to pass legislation, you will need their support. DC: 30
Military Actions: You have dedicated meetings for the war council.
[]Troop VIsit: You will visit the troops. It's the least they can do. DC: 30.
[]Jedi Commanders: There are some Jedi commanders and many more who wish to join the war effort. You need to sort this out before Rham Kota decides that he wants to lead an army, rather than just a regiment and the Jedi try to help him with that. DC: ???
[]War Bonds: You know what is needed. Money from the Galactic Citizenry. The problem is… how to get them to buy war bonds. DC: 0/???
[]War Production: You need to know what the Shipyards of Corellia, and Kuat need to get their systems up to full capacity. DC: ???
[]Calling up the Militias and Volunteers: While the Grand Army of the Republic has been and will be the main instrument for waging this war, their numbers can be… augmented. Chancellor Binks's first law allowed a galactic militia to be formed, with planetary defense fleets and organized militias. Perhaps you can form another army. DC: 30/60/???
[]The Judicals and the Masters: Since the War began, the Judicials have existed in an interesting limbo, where they are both part of the army and civilian law enforcement. You need to figure out what exactly they are going to be. DC: 50.
[]Masters and Commanders… and Pirates: You can… legally, not hire pirates to augment the fleets and raid commerce. That is illegal. However, the Senate can, under extreme circumstances, offer letters of Marque and reprisal to citizens of the Republic fighting a foreign enemy.
Intelligence Actions: This is going to be an incredible undertaking, you hope that Padme is prepared.
[]Securing Chancellor Binks: The Chancellor is retired to Naboo, but his guard is only the volunteers who did not join the war effort, and the Gungan security team given to him by the Bosses. That is inefficient. DC: 30
[]Securing the Homefront: With Isard Gone, his measures might have laxed with the oncoming Minister of Intelligence. You are going to ask Padme to update them and find a way to keep them at their best. DC: 40
[]Investigating Sidius: This was Isards pet project before he left. Ask Padme to keep digging. Who knows what she will find? DC: ???
[]War Intelligence: You need to find more information for the war effort. Maybe she can do some digging. DC: 50
[]Home Intelligence: You want to have the real information on the homefront, not from what is given on the Senate. DC: 40.
[]The Hutt Connection: You can't go negotiating with the Hutts… But you might not have a choice. You will plan for the eventuality. DC: ???
Other Actions: For actions that don't really fit the following above, as you have no government or minister to assist you in it.
[]An Image Problem: You want to have a public persona that is for the public to see? So what shall you be?
-[]Write in here?
[]Meet the Jedi: You will meet the Jedi who have helped you. As well as the Jedi Council. DC: 30
[]Make a Speech: You are going to address the Senate and the Galaxy. DC: ???
-[]Write in speech if you want to gain extra political power.
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What shall you focus on? (Please note, this must be chosen but does not cost an action.)
[]The War: You Need to focus on the War. (Begin a War Turn)
[]The People: You Need to Focus on the People (Begin a Legislative Turn)
AN: I'm writing this update pissed off.
Incredibly pissed off and just incredibly incensed.
Honestly, I just want people not to belittle people and work with one another.
Is that really too much to ask?
Also Moratorium.