OOC: Open to journalists/reporters only....and I guess the fan club.
Emryc despised these, but he knew it was far more tactical to get ahead of the speculations that would no doubt come out in tabloids. The sanctions against the Sith was a vote that threw the galaxy for a spin. He received overwhelming support and praise from the citizens in the FWA and New Republic worlds, but there were also concerns from citizens within his own worlds that feared moving into strikes against the Sith. The half Sephi had to tread this carefully, especially as the vultures would swoop in with accusations that the ISC was split with him against everyone else.
Emryc smoked two cigarras in succession after he stepped out of the Senate chambers, exhaustion beginning to set in after the very long and bitter session. He knew the shipyard Senators were absolutely fuming about his vote. They had all been banking on him being the fall guy for this motion not passing. The half Sephi leaned against the wall of an alley, blowing out clouds of smoke as he considered the economic aftermath that would follow. The Core would feel the pressure the most economically, and there would be outrage especially amidst the shipyard planets like Kuat and Fondor. ISC worlds were largely agricultural, and in truth despite the logistics implications, they weren’t going to be impacted nearly as much as the rich Core.
The half Sephi put out his second cigarra and made his way over towards the podium waiting for him. He decided to entertain the press as soon as possible to get ahead of the narrative. If a story was going to come out, he wanted to help shape it.
The half Sephi set his hair in place and stood behind the podium, gazing out at a sea of reporters already gathered there. He didn’t have any dramatic statements or speeches to make.
“Fifteen minutes for questions,” Emryc said after a moment of silence. The crowd went wild.