"Sir, are you aware a Censure vote is currently being made against yourself for your comments, with high support?!" yelled another. "Yes, I am aware of this travesty, and honestly, anyone who supports Cambrist's measure is a few ships short of a fleet..." he said to the women, continuing his pace. "Senator Forte, will you apologize to Senator Kruus?" asked another. "Chaos take me!" he exclaimed, before taking a breath. "I'll apologize to the greedy coward when Hutts ride swoops! That bastard is as slippery as a Dug." he said. The entire time, his Senior Administrative Aide was attempting to say 'No comment.' but every time was interrupted by Forte's responses.

He was soon to his personal speeder, and merely walked in and took a seat, with his staff quickly entering. The speeder then pulled away from the mob of reporters, still hurling question, and headed to his apartment. Within the speeder, the ride was deathly quiet, with Forte steaming, and his staff too afraid to say a thing.

The next day, he sat in his office, his head on his desk. His senior administrative aide was telling him about the headlines. "Pretty much, it sums up into you being called a speciesist, and something along the lines of being a loose cannon and just another Exar Ray. Oh, and their are several of the conclaves accusing you of going insane, and the Clan Council is now having meetings concerning us, although I am unaware as to what was discussed." said the man after spouting out headline after headline. "Wonderful... thank you, Sor'alipassik. Nu'mavao, how do you believe we need to respond?" he asked, watching the fellow Lethan smile. He had a predominantly Lethan conclave on New Plympto, and so naturally, his staff were all Lethans, although his guards were of every color, not being from the conclave from his old Clone Wars army.

"We need to make the apology, and make a statement regarding your comments, with apology for them as well. You need to be sincere in this too, and also reach out to our people, and let them know that you will return to a fashion more suitable of our people. We must all remember, our home is not part of the New Republic...and we represent our people to the Republic, and the galaxy. The Clan Council almost considered calling for our dismissal and return to Ryloth earlier today. We must remember our roots, our responsibilities, and what we truely mean. We almost have a dual representation, for both New Plympto, and all the fellow Twi'leks who are away from home." she said, to which he nodded. He suddenly felt the weight of his position.

"To all you, I must apologize..." he began to say, when Sor'alipassik interrupted him. "You have no need to. We know what you've gone through." said his old friend. He smiled, and nodded to him. "You are all dismissed, take the rest of the day off. Nu'mavao, before you leave, I need you set up a press conference. I would ask that all of you return this evening, for the press conference." he said. They then rose, bowed, and left the room, leaving him to sit and write his speech.

That evening, a press room had been set up within his apartment's living room. In the massive dining room, which he had used commonly for such events, the reporters and their crews that had ventured out for the event, were seated. He had arranged for a caterer, the recently opened Car'ulorn's Kavsrach, to work the event, serving an appetizer of Gruuvan Shaal, and then their specialty, Mynock Coronet City, to the guests. For those that wished to try it, munch-fungus bread was at the center of the table, open to all. As usual, a gift was awaiting each person for the end of the conference, and in this case, a bottle of Rylothan Yurp from his clan's city. Unusually, however, Forte was not among them. Instead, he was in his study, going over each line of the speech, making sure everything was perfect. His wife, Ash'laforte, walked in, taking a break from hosting the event as she usually did, to check on him. "Everything alright, love?" she said in their native Twi'leki. He nodded, sighing and rubbing his forehead. She walked behind the chair and wrapped her arms around him. "You'll do fine...I believe in you..." she said, kissing his head-tails as he closed his eyes and smiled.

A half-hour later, he stood before the podium, lights from the holorecorders hitting him, and he looked down and smiled. He saw the anticipation on the reporter's faces. "Good evening to all of you, and thank you, friends, for joining me on such short notice. I hope you enjoyed your meal, and as usual with my press conferences, your gifts shall be given to you as you leave." he said, before looking down at the flimsiplast, and then looking up. He took a visible breath, and then began.

"As you all have noticed, lately, I have been very aggressive towards my political enemies, and rather vindictive to a certain lot. I have also brought taken rumors, and accused a fellow Senator of that very rumor as if it were defined truth. This action is unacceptable, and unbecoming, of not only a Senator, but a Twi'lek. To Senator Luneray Kruus of Neimoidia, I apologize to you, sir, for any and all comments I have said to you that were offensive, speciesist, degrading, and untrue...and retract those comments. I was caught up in a rare anger, and you were the unfortunate victim. I do hope you can accept this apology, and we can move on from this incident, and work together for the betterment of the Republic, our people, and the galaxy as a whole." he said, taking a moment to pause and breathe. 'So far, so good.' he thought to himself

"I realise that I can get caught up in my emotions, for I am a passionate being. However what has happened is an insult to my parents, my elders, my clan, my people, and the honorable Nosarians of New Plympto that have entrusted me with their representation. To all of you, I apologize for my embarassing actions. I am turning over a new leaf in life, returning to the habits of my people...I fear I've been a soldier for far too long. However, I am no longer in the military, and I believe it has taken time for me to become accustomed to that. I am a Senator now, a leader of the Galaxy. It is time to start acting like it, and time to serve all of my constituents, whether those on New Plympto, or those across the galaxy that informally consider me such, in a manner that is honorable of them." he said, taking another pause.

"We face many challenges, even today. There are countless worlds still under Imperial oppression. We are still at war with the Empire. We are also a group of revolutionaries, still getting accustomed to the fact that we are now the galactic government. All of us involved should take time to reflect on our actions, and consider whether or not we are acting in a manner becoming of the galactic leadership. I did it myself, and found I wasn't. The recent events show that. I believe the New Republic can work, as I'm sure my fellow delegates also do, but we have to work for it...we can't just assume we can go on as we are, and believe everything will fall into place. We must strive to better ourselves, and perfect our government. There is a weight upon our shoulders unlike any before in recorded history and these are trying times, but we must persevere, and we must adapt to survive." he said, realising he was getting slightly off topic.

"But, I digress, this is about myself and my actions, not how to improve the Republic or the actions of other Senators. I do truely wish, that this could of never happened. And I know several others have offended or repulsed by my actions as well, and to you, I apologize as well. I hope to come out from this a stronger being, and a better leader. I thank you all for your time, and hope you have a wonderful night." he said, leaving the podium and re-entering his study. He would wait in there, until the press left, before exiting once more. From there, he would leave for Eastport, and depart with the rest of the Defense Council on their scheduled week-long tour of Bandomeer, during which, upon arrival, he would be confined to quarters due to his suspension. In there, he would work diligently to catch up on the work he had neglected during this feud.