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Planting the Seed
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| DannilBoVar | Date: Wednesday, 09 Dec 2009, 10:44 PM | Message # 1 |
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| CANAITITHMOUNTAINS//MARAT4//MARATSYSTEM//VERADASECTOR IT WAS A GLORIOUS DAY on the shiny world of Skye. While the official designation of the planet was listed in most navigational charts as ‘Marat 4’, the InterGalactic Mining Core had been pleasantly surprised by the backwater planet, and it’s lack of mobilization and affiliation with the galactic core—or any outside influence. It was through intermediation with the government, and several express public sector relations, that the InterGalactic Mining Core had staged its presence on the planet. Now, with the once proud fortress of Kharys the Majestrix of Skye in the hand of the Core, and most of the orbital facilities underway to being rebuilt in orbit—Dannil felt rejuvenated for once in his life. The Bastion Accords had robbed him of his ideals on democracy. To unjustly end a war with a dictatorship that the very foundations of said Rebellion exemplified its destruction was an abhorrent misdemeanour on the fractious Senator—and a betrayal of the very ideals that founded the New Republic. Yet several Senators whom had grown fat from the profits of such a corrupt government were no longer profiting from the way, and thusly had pronounced accords that sought an end to hostilities. “Peace at any price,” Dannil commented aloud, shaking his head. He had thought similarly at one time, constructing Project Prometheus as a way to control the Republic through scare tactics. It had been cleverly conceived as a plot to ruin the planet of Vjun, destroying her atmosphere and population to a vicious plague that would have been blamed on the Imperial faction that had been attacking the planet at the time. The project had been abandoned when Dannil had deemed it too heinous an action—too akin to the Empire—to perform. Turning around, the good businessman looked across the marble table to the man seated at the other end. Patriarch Aragh had agreed to have the InterGalactic Mining Core on the planet only because of its loose ties to New Republic planets, and its Anti-Imperial views. The Patriarch had been most accommodating, filing most of the InterGalactic Mining Core activities under an oversight company known as the Merchants Consortium. Little could trace the IMC to the planet Skye, even the Orbital Yards had been purchased by the planet, and some neighbouring planets, deemed as military depots for the planets in a joint coalition. Still, the InterGalactic Mining Core was far from asserting the same degree of control that it had on Abregado-Rae and Belgaroth. I won’t make that mistake again, Dannil reminded himself, a sigh leaving his lips. “Everything is going according to plan, though I’m slightly scared to think of what will become should the ruse fail and we become known. Once the fighting starts, there is no turning back. I’ll have to scale down a lot of our plans—but everything should still work according to plan.” “You worry too much,” Aragh commented, a smile dancing on his lips. “No one suspects, and I suspect it shall remain so. I hope this place suites you, and allow it to be a testament to the evil that can be contrived by the Imperials.” “The Republic has skeletons in its closet too your Majesty, let us not forget that.” “Of course,” Aragh agreed, rising from his seat. “You have matters you must attend to yes?” “Several. I hope my Coruscanti Passport still works.” *** GALLACTICCITY//CORUSCANT//CORUSCANTSYSTEM//CORUSCANTSECTOR//COREWORLDS IT HAD BEEN HELL GETTING through customs with his visa. Since he had abandoned everything and anything that had related him to the despicable New Republic and its heinous actions during the Bastion Accords, Dannil had neglected to think that there would be anything that would require him to actually have to venture into Republic space. Yet after nearly a week of meeting executives of the various branches of a fledgling consortium of merchants that made up the Merchants Consortium, Dannil was learning just how big a hassle it was. For instance, he no longer had the universal passport of a Republican citizen, and so, his visa was closely inspected and he was closely searched at nearly every port. Even so, after the hard days labour he was gracious to be inside Galactic City, staring down the hard durasteel streets towards the Senate Building, and an appointment with the good Senator Fitzgerald. After a brief wait as the secretary informed the Senator that his lunch appointment was here, Dannil would past the doors of an office that had looked much like his at one point or another, and enter the humble abode (at least during workdays Dannil was sure) of Eli Fitzgerald. “Mr. Fitzgerald,” he greeted, extending his hand as he crossed the distance to the foot of the Senators desk, “a pleasure to meet you again. I trust I haven’t intruded on you at an inopportune moment?” The smile etched on the businessman’s face was once of genuine happiness. While he had never truly admired the former Chief of State, nor his anti-business approach (for indeed, the former Chief of State seemed prudent to limit the growth of companies, while attempt to offer autonomy) he could appreciate the very foundation of the podium to which Fitzgerald had been elected. Democracy; the very foundation to which Dannil had brought the InterGalactic Mining Core into the folds of the Republic in the first place. No, in Fitzgerald Dannil saw a dream that had died. A dream that like many other people, the two men had watched squandered away by a petty Senate that didn’t cherish the foundations of the Rebellion, nor to what it stood for. Perhaps, had Dannil met Fitzgerald under different circumstance, he would have liked the fellow—but what Dannil did hold, was a strong sense of respect as to the integrity of Fitzgerald, and that was just as good.
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Dannil Bo'Var
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| Eli_Fitzgerald | Date: Tuesday, 15 Dec 2009, 3:19 PM | Message # 2 |
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| It was true, as far as Fitzgerald's integrity was concerned--even his most strident opponents had to concede that the Senator believed what he said and rarely, if ever, contradicted himself. However, his term as Chief of State was not remembered as "anti-business" by any means; to the contrary, he had abolished regulations, slashed fees and taxes on businesses, and offered them generous incentives. It was true, however, that he was certainly "anti-IMC," so to speak, but Fitzgerald would argue this is because Dannil's corporation acted in a monopolistic, uncompetitive fashion and, thus, left him with no choice but to do battle with it. What's more, many companies had supported him in this endeavor in part out of jealousy of the IMC, but also a widespread condemnation of its business model. But there was something in that business model that Fitzgerald also had to admire (strange though it was, in such a context). That is, the IMC under Dannil Bo'var had always had a peculiar commitment to democracy. How he managed to convince his board of directors of this, Airstrike would never understand, but the fact remained that the IMC actively encouraged democracy and partook in state building. It became involved in governments although, in fact, this was one of the many paradoxes of that organization; that is, a monopolistic corporation governing the people in the name of democracy is not democratic at all. It is dangerous. Nonetheless, Bo'var had always been a firm supporter of Fitzgerald's foreign policy, as it, too, encouraged democracy and kept the Imperial Remnant in check. All of this entered his mind as his secretary announced Bo'var's arrival. He was, of course, waved inside the room. As Chief of State, Fitzgerald's office had always been a modest one and now, as a mere Senator, it was even more so. It was decorated oddly, with pieces of art and sculpture that had mostly been sent to him as gifts, and now adorned the room disharmoniously. Filing cabinets, too, were strewn about the walls in seemingly no order (though, for Fitzgerald, there was a method in the madness), each filled with flimplast documents and volumes of datadiscs. It was a chaotic world to which Dannil no longer belonged and, undoubtedly, for which he was grateful. Fitzgerald had asked him to come at lunch, and sure enough the Senator was at his desk, eating a sandwich that he'd brought from home with one hand and, with his other, writing furiously on his datapad. "Hello Dannil," he said as pleasantly as he could manage, "Have a seat, please." He gestured with his sandwich and, a moment later, finished the document, set down his glasses and regarded the man seated opposite his desk. "What can I do for you? It's been a long time."
Eli Fitzgerald
Senator of Ralltiir (10 BBY—Present)
"I was elected to do some flamethrowing in the Senate. To a light a fire under those Senators and make it hot for them."
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| DannilBoVar | Date: Wednesday, 16 Dec 2009, 2:47 PM | Message # 3 |
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Clearing his throat just a little, Dannil let his hand fall—assuring himself that the good Senator just had his hands full and that was the only reason the handshake had not been met—before proceeding towards a seat. For one candid moment, the former Representative smiled to himself, inspecting the room and bathing in a strong sense of regret that he had left the good chambers of the New Republic; alas, desperate times called for more desperate measures, and democracy had to be protected. Odd that one whose own business model relied so heavily upon manipulation and anti-democratic means, when all Dannil truly supported was democracy. The things we abandon, he thought to himself angrily, then took his seat. Dannil let his right elbow rest on the armrest, his head cushioned on his thumb and two fingers, while his other hand idly rested on his lap, a pleasant smile gracing his lips, or rather, having never faltered (save for that brief moment of disappointment at not having his hand shaken). “You haven’t changed a bit Eli, though I must admit that I would have preferred you on the throne than Mr. Gavrisom. Bit of a disappointment with that—the Bastion Accords—but I guess people get sick of fighting after so often.” A motion had been beaten to seek peace with the Remnant before, and Dannil had supported whole heartedly the good former Chief of States intentions to force the Remnant to a peace only after the innocent people of the Galaxy had been liberated. Now both men seemed equally defeated. “I understand you’ve established the Freedom Fund. That in particular seems to be a tad bit risqué wouldn’t you say? After all, with the backlash in the Senate, you aren’t in the least bit afraid that Ponc will slap you down like he tried Mr. Karath?”
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Dannil Bo'Var
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| Eli_Fitzgerald | Date: Wednesday, 06 Jan 2010, 1:49 AM | Message # 4 |
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| Defeat did seem to waft through the air between them as surely as did the smell of coffee, but certainly not defeatism. Fitzgerald was, as ever, incorrigible in the Senate—perhaps it was the caffeine, but he was as robust in his principles now, when the galaxy opposed them, as he was when the galaxy supported them. It was a wonder that a man so seemingly impervious to public opinion had entered politics in the first place, let alone once served as Chief of State. The fact was, of course, that he did pay attention to the polls. Every politician took polls seriously, and personally. It was hard to see one's approval rating sinking and not feel that sinking feeling in one's stomach. But principles, he had long believed, were more important than popularity. If it cost him his job, so be it. Fitzgerald knew, also, that Dannil felt similarly; withdrawing his corporation from the New Republic had been an incredibly dramatic statement that some things should not and could not be compromised. Things like rights and opportunities for all beings, not just those fortunate enough to live under the Republic. "No," the Senator answered, frankly, "He knows that to do so would 'give me a platform,' as is said. He'll try to marginalize me, instead—avoid direct confrontations. Karath deserved what he got though, to be honest with you. He knew he was being out of line, but he did it to make a point. Some good it did him, though." He shrugged. "As long as the Freedom Fund works within the law, there's nothing Little Wing can do to stop it, and he won't try." "Why do you ask?"
Eli Fitzgerald
Senator of Ralltiir (10 BBY—Present)
"I was elected to do some flamethrowing in the Senate. To a light a fire under those Senators and make it hot for them."
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