He nodded to Niedra, his political rival. He respected the man to be honest, and were it over a thousand years ago, he would have been highly respected and thrived in his ancestors government. This was not the case however. While there was a time for "ultra-nationalisim" as they would call it, this was not it. It required a more deft touch, one that was aggressive, but at the same time, misleading...and soft. One that would creep upon its intended target, and stab it in the heart, not bash it in the head until it suffered brain trauma. Niedra was just too extreme for the time. He rose to respond to him, and as he did, so did his staff. "I'll have to make this quick. Capital Ship production remains steady by CEC. The Transformation goes well, at a force projection and organizational level. My removal was a farce and merely Gavrisom ridding himself of the loudest vocie of opposition, and the most qualified being for the job as Defense Chair because he is a half-witted moron. And my calling of order is merely the administration squashing dissent, as it is so happy to do so in its disrespect of any opinion other than that of its own. As for my foreign policy, Corellia will act for Corellia...and at the same time, we will protect those that can not protect themselves." he said, walking out of the office as the Governor-General attempted to call him to order. He ignored it however, the position being nothing more than a pain in his ass, and that of the rest of the Corellian government. He had an announcement to make, and then a diplomatic mission to undertake, and time was not something he had to waste.
