// Thread is open to all FWA senators or military officers
The last week had been almost surreal. After a vote of no confidence was held to remove Naeva Rue from the seat of the Prime Minister, attention had immediately shifted to who would rise to accept the emptied chair. Korre had not even considered running for Prime Minister until someone had nominated her to run. Regarding the results of said election, the rest was history.
Though her experience in politics was limited to her knowledge of how things were run on Belasco and the previous seven or so months, Korre knew that, at the very least, a session of the Free Worlds Senate needed to be called. It would not take a genius to see that they were struggling with a lack of communication. If they were to effectively combat the advances of the Sith, they needed to be on the same page.
The many senators representing Free Worlds planets (in addition to any major military officers who wished to attend) were invited to Onderon to gather for the first Senate under Korre’s name. ‘Prime Minister Belasi.’ It was foreign to her tongue. Senator Belasi had, once upon a time, tasted the same. ‘From college student, to senator, to Prime Minister… all within two years.’
It was a lot, but she would do her best.
Korre arrived on Onderon the day before to give her time to gather herself and prepare for the following day. Her newly employed aide, who was the grandson of Belasco’s own Prime Minister, had spent the last several hours helping Korre to finalize some paperwork. While she had never really needed (or wanted) an aide, she quickly realized the help would be priceless. Seeing as she already knew the man, it wasn’t all that awkward either.
“The meeting starts in forty five minutes,” Korre stated suddenly to Florin, standing up from her seat in front of a desk covered in holographic objects. “I’m going to go get ready. Try not to stress too much, alright?” She said the last bit with a humorous smirk, the expression of which only diminished after she turned away to make her way to chambers to freshen up. The Belascan woman had opted to wear a classy, dark green jumpsuit to the assembly. No matter her mood, Korre always felt more confident in green. She looked good in it, and the Prime Minister firmly believed in “look good, feel good, do good.” It hadn’t failed her yet.
Forty five minutes later, Korre and Florin were seated in the Onderon Senate chambers along with the rest of those who had made it. Holoprojectors were set up in the pods to allow those unable to make it to call in, but so far, most had come in person.
The last week had been almost surreal. After a vote of no confidence was held to remove Naeva Rue from the seat of the Prime Minister, attention had immediately shifted to who would rise to accept the emptied chair. Korre had not even considered running for Prime Minister until someone had nominated her to run. Regarding the results of said election, the rest was history.
Though her experience in politics was limited to her knowledge of how things were run on Belasco and the previous seven or so months, Korre knew that, at the very least, a session of the Free Worlds Senate needed to be called. It would not take a genius to see that they were struggling with a lack of communication. If they were to effectively combat the advances of the Sith, they needed to be on the same page.
The many senators representing Free Worlds planets (in addition to any major military officers who wished to attend) were invited to Onderon to gather for the first Senate under Korre’s name. ‘Prime Minister Belasi.’ It was foreign to her tongue. Senator Belasi had, once upon a time, tasted the same. ‘From college student, to senator, to Prime Minister… all within two years.’
It was a lot, but she would do her best.
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Korre arrived on Onderon the day before to give her time to gather herself and prepare for the following day. Her newly employed aide, who was the grandson of Belasco’s own Prime Minister, had spent the last several hours helping Korre to finalize some paperwork. While she had never really needed (or wanted) an aide, she quickly realized the help would be priceless. Seeing as she already knew the man, it wasn’t all that awkward either.
“The meeting starts in forty five minutes,” Korre stated suddenly to Florin, standing up from her seat in front of a desk covered in holographic objects. “I’m going to go get ready. Try not to stress too much, alright?” She said the last bit with a humorous smirk, the expression of which only diminished after she turned away to make her way to chambers to freshen up. The Belascan woman had opted to wear a classy, dark green jumpsuit to the assembly. No matter her mood, Korre always felt more confident in green. She looked good in it, and the Prime Minister firmly believed in “look good, feel good, do good.” It hadn’t failed her yet.
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Forty five minutes later, Korre and Florin were seated in the Onderon Senate chambers along with the rest of those who had made it. Holoprojectors were set up in the pods to allow those unable to make it to call in, but so far, most had come in person.