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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...

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...

Commander Jal Widase sat, steel-faced, as the the broadcast flickered to life. He sat in a high-rise office in Dac City, the coastal world that sat upon one of the ocean world's many speeches. It was a bright day, the cameras capturing the endless, bountiful ocean behind the room's glass...

There was no other way to put it - Felucia had been a disaster. Widase had deemed it a bungled invasion from the start. Felucia had, he found himself constantly repeating, joined the Sith Empire peacefully. And while it was a target of strategic value to an army during a war, it was of next to...

Theme Commander Widase felt fortunate. His recent history had been packed with meaningful conversations, both at home and abroad. Coming hot off the heels of successive meetings with Lothal's Senator Starros and the Sith Empress herself, he felt, perhaps, a certain degree of pride. A...

Theme War was on the horizon. It seemed to perpetually be on the horizon; there was always some brewing conflict in a galaxy teeming with life. Border skirmishes and enforcement actions were routine, mostly not notable. Planets fought against one another constantly, pirates raided civilian...

In his role as a military advisor to the FWA, Widase had seen his share of politicking. It was still an arena that he did not fully understand or appreciate; the finer points of governance, elocution, . Despite his high position, clean ships, and burgeoning aristocratic accent, Widase still...

Theme Night turned to day on the flotillas of Dac City, Mon Cala's premier site for negotiations with off-worlders. Not only was the city better suited to land-walking, air-breathing species across the galaxy, it also provided the more private, isolationist citizens of the world's depths a...