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((This thread is the first formal meeting between Tusa and the nobility canonically. All previous meetings have been done in smaller cabinets, but this is supposed to be an important meeting. We'll pretend all the PC nobles have been chosen to talk for their respective sectors for whatever reason. The first part we ask questions of the Emperor. This is a CLOSED THREAD to NOBILITY ONLY.))
It had been a long day on Nal Hutta, and it was destined to be even longer. Running from one meeting to the next, the already exhausted Emperor had a final discussion before he could retire for the night- a meeting with some of his nobles.
It had been a shock on the HoloNets, hearing that the Empire was going back to war. With the full deployment of some of the Empire's best armadas, a swell of patriotism had overcome the Hutt regions and a call for an organized Q&A session with the Emperor had been answered- via holonet feed, Tusa would field questions concerning his regime. His advisors had been wary at best, an uncomfortable and potentially disastrous PR move... So Tusa had to abandon his idea of a live broadcast in favor of a 'more compact and concise' recording. The Nobility would have to sign nondisclosure agreements, but such was the Empire at war.
Tusa wriggled out of his gateway to the podium stationed in front of the assembled nobles, a fine mix of every corner of the galaxy and every rank his system allowed. He had naturally taken precautions- the delegates had been thoroughly (and in some cases invasively) searched, the room in his own palace had been swept, and there were an approximate two guards per noble with a clear line of fire. Newly purchased CARD battle droids waited in hidden alcoves, and the ever-present shimmer of Tusa's personal shield generator covered the entirety of the stage, along with the four Razorback commandos circling the Emperor while miraculously remaining out of camera. Such is the Empire at war.
One of his attendants stepped to the podium, leaning close to speak in a regal yet hushed tone:
"Our Emperor, ruler of the Hutt Territories, Tusa Ujalli Hai." The attendant scurried off as the Emperor took the podium.
[Greetings, beings of the Hutt Empire. As you have all heard my statement regarding the war against the Republic, I will waste no time in repetition. Tonight is your night- your chance to help me improve our Empire.] He smiled- an oddly warm tone to his voice. He had practiced.
[Please, the first question?]
It had been a long day on Nal Hutta, and it was destined to be even longer. Running from one meeting to the next, the already exhausted Emperor had a final discussion before he could retire for the night- a meeting with some of his nobles.
It had been a shock on the HoloNets, hearing that the Empire was going back to war. With the full deployment of some of the Empire's best armadas, a swell of patriotism had overcome the Hutt regions and a call for an organized Q&A session with the Emperor had been answered- via holonet feed, Tusa would field questions concerning his regime. His advisors had been wary at best, an uncomfortable and potentially disastrous PR move... So Tusa had to abandon his idea of a live broadcast in favor of a 'more compact and concise' recording. The Nobility would have to sign nondisclosure agreements, but such was the Empire at war.
Tusa wriggled out of his gateway to the podium stationed in front of the assembled nobles, a fine mix of every corner of the galaxy and every rank his system allowed. He had naturally taken precautions- the delegates had been thoroughly (and in some cases invasively) searched, the room in his own palace had been swept, and there were an approximate two guards per noble with a clear line of fire. Newly purchased CARD battle droids waited in hidden alcoves, and the ever-present shimmer of Tusa's personal shield generator covered the entirety of the stage, along with the four Razorback commandos circling the Emperor while miraculously remaining out of camera. Such is the Empire at war.
One of his attendants stepped to the podium, leaning close to speak in a regal yet hushed tone:
"Our Emperor, ruler of the Hutt Territories, Tusa Ujalli Hai." The attendant scurried off as the Emperor took the podium.
[Greetings, beings of the Hutt Empire. As you have all heard my statement regarding the war against the Republic, I will waste no time in repetition. Tonight is your night- your chance to help me improve our Empire.] He smiled- an oddly warm tone to his voice. He had practiced.
[Please, the first question?]