The Hutts played games that lasted lifetimes. Blessed with both a venerable lifespan and enormous dynasties, all of their plans worked for futures that many of their vassals would likely not live to see. Widase found himself in the position of a 'vassal,' today. He could not see the scope of her...
An orphanage? That was an...unexpected request. What use could a Hutt have for an orphanage? Widase had imagined that the woman would demand a dock, or a restaurant to use as a front. Was she trying to amass a child army? Or was this actually what it appeared to be at its face - a public...
'Commander' Widase was Commander no longer. In the aftermath of the disastrous events on Mon Calamari, he had been demoted, officially, to lieutenant. Unofficially, with the world in such a sorry state, he effectively had even more say into the military's affairs as a result of his experience...
Fifteen years. It had been a full decade and a half since King Rikkles Le'Fam, the first Quarren king of Dac, entered into his deep slumber. He had weathered much throughout his tenure as monarch: The end of a civil war, the rebuilding of a great nation, the dream of a united future. The...
More heads of state and diplomats poured into the dimly lit spaceport. The gray, rolling clouds above parted, briefly, as the shuttles of the Empress, Governor, and Senators touched down.
It was a touching display. Widase had not ignored that Mon Calamaris so-called 'allies' had been...
This was an unexpected turn. Widase had expected a functionary of the ISC, or a Governor at the highest. The actual President touring the war-torn streets of Mon Cala demanded a higher security presence than what they had. He assumed his now-higher ups had been briefed about the visit - perhaps...
OOC Note: This thread is open to diplomat-types or politicians of any factions except for 5 Syndicates. Unless they have a really good reason for being there!
In the aftermath of the attack on Mon Calamari, Jal Widase had been demoted several ranks. The devastation of the planet had cost him...
As the pair of Jedi indulged their curiosities on board the ship, Widase carefully considered the Jedi's proposal. A friendship would guarantee war with the Sith, perhaps, but there were rumblings that the Free Worlds Alliance's border worlds would soon enter a defensive agreement. Regardless...
Perfect - a situation with no clear victory or end. Outside of simply disarming himself and his soldiers, allowing the terrorist to walk free to kill some more, of course. A plan he couldn't accept. There were two options, as he saw it; stand, locked in negotiation that could go nowhere to spare...
Widase nodded at the praise. He was not exactly a humble man - he allowed his grin to grow. He could tell he was gaining buy-in, respect, from those senators here. As this wave was growing, he took a moment to assess his Wookiee detractor.
"Senator...." Widase exhaled, internally grimacing...
More death. More violence. This is what a life of crime, deep in the bowels of the Outer Rim, bought you. An ignorance to the sanctity of life around yourself. An ignorance to the sanctity of your own life. Widase knew that from experience, from his years as a low-level criminal. Today was as if...
Atris and Fareen would hurry over to the bridge of the massive ship; she could barely hold her excitement in. Along the way, she would indulge in a bit of history about the ship. "Yes, she did! One of the ships under Admiral Ackbar's command. She sailed with the Resistance fleet, too, but was...
The Mon Cala Commander smiled as the Senate considered his words. Widase was prepared to respond to the Prime Minister's points when Senator Starros spoke.
"Senator Starros seems content to dwell on his flights of fantasy, of a beautiful, just crusade against a tyrannical Sith Empire. I will...
With the bottle shattered, the vehicle was commemorated and the celebrations began. The young boy wriggled out of Ruuzan's hands - were all Quarren toddlers so slimy? - and ran back to the eager arms of his own family. The crowd began to disperse from the dock specifically, as curious onlookers...
Dac City Hangar
Widase had been primed to speak at this year's fall festival, celebrating the triumphant Mon Cala over a year of adversity. The brittle state of the Free Worlds Alliance left many on the world with concern, especially following the hasty exit from Felucia; people of Mon Cala...