Open New Republic Response

[Alexander Xerxes]

Open to all NR Senators​

The old senate building was depressing to look upon for the Supreme Chancellor, built back when the Old Republic had ruled over over half the Galaxy, it was full to the brim with Senators, pods flying in all directions mimicking the Coruscant night sky. Now when the New Republic assembled, it was barely one third full, it had struggled since its formation to fill every pod. Since the departure of so many of their number to the Consortium, he was only a constant reminder of their failure as a Government to hold any meeting in that ancient place.

Alexander had moved their scheduled Senate meetings out of the large empty chamber and into a smaller one in the same building. What was once a meeting place for legal issues only, was now where every motion of the New Republic was deliberated upon and decided.

It has been a short while since Russan but Xerxes’ headache still continued, a pounding sensation greeted him every morning. The doctors had explained it was probably a concussion or something related to the injuries he took on the planet. The explosion had killed many that day, he was lucky to survive with only a lasting headache. Left Alexander turned to his left, just as his aide walked out from the side door, the man startled by the Supreme Chancellor's stare. “We are ready for you Sir.” The aide said, before walking back through the door he just came from.

Looking down at his hands, a small crackle of lightning danced between his finger tips. It was taking time to rebuild the walls around his Force Energy since Russan, it had been pent up for so long it was difficult to once again wall it away. Closing his palm into a fist, Alexander turned and strood through the door, his head high and chest puffed out.

The chamber ahead of him, even with its smaller size, was still not full to the brim. Some planets were not sending senators anymore, content with the peace he had brought them. To grow fat on their taxes and rates, whilst the rest of the Republic did the real work. However it was time to take those fat taxes and rates and put them to good use, for the Republic had become a target against a foe it was perhaps too weak to face right now.

Ever since he signed the peace deal with the Sith Empire, Alexander had looked for a reason to restructure and enlarge the military force of the Republic. But many fought back against it, confused as to why they should increase military spending whilst they were at peace. It was an understandable argument if not an infuriating one for the Supreme Chancellor. Luckily for him, this bang on the head had given him finally an excuse to get what he wanted.

@Wit @Song @Sreeya

 

[Aharon Staergin]

CZ-84B had always been with the young Chagrian, she had been one of his first purchases of course. Originally, she has been a pile of scrap, her form half gutted for parts used for other droids. The corpse of the CZ Communication Droid was purchased and fixed up by her new owner, and she was also even given a custom chromium coating to further make her stand out. Since then she always made sure to be useful, now having the role of personal secretary and translator.

N-8T, a N-Series Litigation droid, was a defective model. His owner insisted the company to take him back after he found his new lawyer to twitch and shake, and when Aharon heard of this he offered to instead purchase a whole new unit and trade it for the defective one. The Senator and this droid have gone through a few years of physical therapy and minor modifications, so while these twitches were still there he was not as bad as he used to be. He came along to take notes on this meeting, to make sure everything was legal, and make sure the man who saved him would not need to be saved.

The YD series security droid dubbed "YD-I", however, had not much going on in his processor beyond spotting anything that could be a threat. This was a recent droid purchase for Aharon, as this one was harvested from a junk lot. He had major damage to his chassis, blaster fire ripped through in many places. Yet the internals were still good enough that only a few components needed replacing, which were done. The holes in his plating were filled, yet the droid insisted on the scorches to remain. A sort of battle scar, to show he would mean buisness and had dealt it before.

Aharon gently scratched the chin of the Great Horned OW1 perched on his shoulder, the mechanical creature somewhat obscuring his facial scars from the others. This was more to cushion the reaction when it was revealed fully rather than to fully hide it. He was dressed in something simple (for his closet), yet still rocked the bleeding edge of fashion he always had on. The glasses made the room slightly darker for him, yes, but everything was just fine. He had to look the part to be the part after all. He sat inside his pod, setting an elbow on the Rim infront of him and twiddling a credit between his fingers like one would a writing utensil. His attention was ready for anyone to start speaking, though CZ-84B had sat to his right to make sure he got everything.