Desperate Measures

[Fyremage]

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Chandrila was well known, if not renowned for her natural beauty. Deep blue pools of fresh water glistening in the sunlight, with beams of radiance dancing off the surface, as if a part of some baroque performance that greeted the wandering eye through dazzle and wonder. Many a soul would lose themselves in thought as they stared out into the majesty that was the lakes of Chandrila, captivated by the performances of nature at its best. And so it seemed to be the case with regard to the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic, who happened to also call Chandrila his home rather than just the location of his office. There he stood, at the banks of a major lake outside Hanna City, with the physical indications of his recent visit to Coruscant present upon his normally unblemished face. The scraps were almost fully healed, but his more serious wounds required more time, as evidenced by the cane he held loosely in his left hand.

While on the outside, he appeared calm and collected, he was anything but on the inside. Memories of what he had seen on Coruscant haunted him, though it had been weeks previous. He remembered the visage of smoldering buildings ravaged by the terrors of war - the buildings of what once was one of the most prosperous worlds in the Republic. The streets were so full of life, and yet on that day so full of death and destruction. It held a bitter irony in Gregory's mind, eclipsed only by the near-death experience he endured in trying to escape Coruscant. He could still feel the burning at his side, and the lightheaded feeling of blood loss now and again. The pain made him close his eyes, which offered little respite as the sounds of blaster fire filled his sixth sense. The memory was so real - as if he were reliving it upon the shores of the lake. He could smell the scent of carbon scoring, and hear the cries of pain as his protectors gave their lives to keep him safe. He could hear the muffled cries of those urging him and his entourage onward, and of the sound of a lightsaber cutting through armor, tendon, and bone. No matter how unpleasant the memory was, the Supreme Chancellor - despite all of the fortitude and resolve he projected to those who observed him, felt altogether helpless and alone.

Beads of sweat rolled down his brow even though a nice breeze billowed past him. The only thing that managed to bring him back to his senses was the gentle voice of his aide, Clara.

"They are here to see you, Chancellor." And indeed, 'they' were. A group of senators had arranged a meeting with their leader at his lakeside retreat. It was supposed to be an unofficial meeting to pay their respects and see how the Chancellor was doing, but Gregory knew better than to believe that. Their leader had almost died, and one of their most important worlds was lost to the Sith Brotherhood. He shifted his weight, revealing a slight grimace as he applied pressure on his left leg while turning to face his aide. Despite his best efforts, it was obvious he was unsuccessful in hiding his pain from Clara, who gave him a sympathetic smile. To her credit, she wordlessly left him to make his own way back to the lake house. Although he appreciated her efforts to make him comfortable, Gregory was a proud man. If he couldn't make it on his own strength to greet his guests, he might as well call off the meeting. And so he made his way to the lake house, his plain white shirt and grey pants billowing in the breeze as he slowly made his way, cane in hand.

 

[Grim]

He let out a sigh as he entered into his private speeder for the trip he was going to take. Since the Sith had taken Coruscant his life had been a bit of a nightmare. Raithal had taken in as many of the refugee’s as it could and was doing its best to train the next generation of republic soldier as it had in the past. Still things seemed grim, just walking the streets you could feel it in the air. It was almost like a dense fog of worry and uncertainty had descended upon the denizens of the Republic.


Despite the beauty of Chandrila it only did so much to boost his spirits. Even less so than normal since he was going to go see how deep the scars of war ran on the Republic's leader. Gavin heard what happened to the man and felt for him, he knew what it was like first hand to be in the middle of fight for one’s life. The sights, sounds and smells of it. He even lost his leg to the fighting. Not everyone could make it out of that and still function right. Even the most grizzled veteran has to be aware of the dangers that war can bring to one’s mind. He himself took a bit of his own time to learn to cope with it. Then again he had something to focus on, something most people can not say. He was able to focus his mind on learning to walk on his new leg, many others had to bear the invisible burden of traumatic stress.


With all of that himself and a couple of other senators were on their way to see how the esteemed chancellor was holding up and to see how the man was healing after everything he went through. More than that he wanted to make sure the man was of sound mind, last thing the Republic needed was a poor leader that was not sound of mind. If that was the case then they would have to find another leader and that would only cause even more problems there already seemed to be. Though for now, he was going to enjoy his break from the senate and try to enjoy himself as his aide drove him towards the lake house where he was to meet with everyone.


He felt himself doze for a few minutes as they passed through the countryside, finally making to the house they were to meet at, he wasn’t sure if he was the first one there or not but not worried either way. He exited the speeder much to the annoyance of the Aide with him who constantly demanded Gavin let them open the door. He hated not being able to do even the most simple of tasks and always made it a point to do it all himself whenever possible. He stretched a bit as he exited the vehicle let his cramped muscles work it out. He was very casually dressed for today, dressed in some dark military style cargo pants as well as a rather basic business casual shirt and a pair of comfy boots. All stretched he inhaled a deep breath of the sweet lake air and proceeded up towards the entryway.

 

[Darasuum]

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The day had already been a long one. Donar had been on Corsin swamped in work. The tragedies that had occurred recently only added to the stress. his family's company was in a time of transition with the Mandalorian Dominion now in control of Mandalorian space. the Mandalorian Road started at Corsin and with the many changes occurring had a lot of bureaucracy and time to dedicate to these changes. if the adjustment of technical statuses weren't enough there were people who were disturbed by the ever changing way of the galaxy.

Donar read the messages sent to him by individual citizens of the Corsin and even those outside of his sphere of influence. sometimes they would be death threats which came with the job. hate mail was another thing, most of it was from major liberal parties that were never content with anything while there were also the extreme conservatives that wanted things to either stay as they were or return to what they had been and didn't accept new things whatsoever. then there were the mandalorians. these were the ones that he had to read with a deep breath. a few said they believed he wasn't mandalorian at all, that he had rrenounced his heritage by joining the republic, that he was dar'manda. he would only sigh and continue onto the next message. there were times when he recieved simple ones from school children. their hastly scribbled digital handwriting or typed messages with obviously limited vocabulary still seemed that much more scincere due to their direct outlook on life. sometimes it they would be words of encouragement or simple questions that seemed like something their parents should answer. those brightened his mood on dark days like these. but the man knew he had to read all of the messages, good and bad to consider himself a decent leader of the planet.

the Nimbus class courier that he normally rode in stopped in appropriate landing areas far enough away from any buildings so as to not appear unseamly. this would also not damage any vegitation or leave any marks after it had departed. when Donar had circled above, or rather his protocol droid had, he could see the beauty of the planet which never ceased to strike him.

after landing Donar made his way towards the meeting place with the others. he wore a simple outfit dark in color. usually he wore atire that had symbolic significance though not the extent that some major performance artists did. the dark colors simply meant he was feeling somber that day and remembering those that had lost their lives fighting for the republic and loved ones. still a warrior at heart he wore Safeguard body armor underneath his atire as well as had a sidearm and knife on his belt. growing up on the harsh world of Concord Dawn he felt somewhat naked without the means to defend himself. as he walked he thumbed a coin in his left hand. it was just a keepsake from his time in the Border Alliance when it still was the Border Alliance. seeing the Supreme Chancellor Donar's features perked up from their solemn expression. Supreme Chancellor, how are you today?"

@Fyremage @Grim @Raydo​

 

[Raydo]

When ALdrus Verum had left the Jedi, he had hoped to finished with the war. He was tired of the pointless and seemingly endless struggle, but he could no longer sit by and just offer aid to the worlds hurt. With the fall of Coruscant, Alderaan was also in danger. After Coruscant, the Senator who urged the ruling class of his home to begin fortifying their cities. They had heeded his words. Alderaan would not go quietly. With the tasks of preparation underway, Aldrus had made his way to Chandrilla to meet with the Supreme Chancellor.

They had to do something and they had to do it quickly lest they be chipped away into dust. He wasn't sure what this meeting held, or what his ultimate goals were but he had been invited so he came.

He was the last of the three Senators to be ushered into the room. He arrived just a moment before the Supreme Chancellor. He nodded to other two Senators. He knew them by face and by reputation but didn't know them personally.

As Rhone entered the room he stood and nodded to man. He remained quiet as Donar's question hung in the room.

 

[Fyremage]

As the senators arrived to the lakeside estate, one of Gregory's aides greeted each of them at the door and led them to a small solar with a breathtaking view of the water. The room itself bore a clean, stately appearance. The wood craft of the room was painted a soft, egg shell white with intricate scroll work trim along the windows. The curtains matched the white coloring of the woodwork, with cushioned sofas upholstered with blue and white striping.

The windows were opened, allowing the curtains to blow slightly in the lake breeze. The senators spent a few minutes alone in the solar before the Chancellor arrived from outside, opening the door himself and closing i behind him. He winced slightly in pain as he closed the distance between himself and Vice Chancellor Skirata with the aid of his cane, extending his hand to shake that of his colleague. When the question was posed to him, Gregory merely smirked through the dull pain before replying: "Well, I'm not quite in fighting shape yet. We may need to forestall our hunting trip another week or so I'm afraid, Donar. At least, that's the recommendation of my doctors at this stage."

With a soft laugh, the Chancellor in turn greeted the other two Senators with a firm handshake. Thereafter, he offered them all a seat as he took his own upon one of the three sofas in the room. As everyone settled, one of his aides proceeded to bring in refreshments in the form of a pitcher of lemonade and a plate of pastries. Gregory let out a half contented, half pained sigh as he settled in. He did his best to hide his discomfort, but unfortunately not all wounds could be hidden with a friendly face. After the aide came and went, Gregory proceeded to address his guests further. "How fare all of you? Quite a few events of note have occurred as of late. I hope it hasn't affected you all too much."

@Grim

 

[Grim]

Gavin shook the Chancellor's hand and took the seat that was offered him. He had payed special care in watching the man walk into the room and noticed the small wince he had as he tried to pick up his pace. He also made clear notice the cane the man now walked with, something he was sure the Chancellor did not have before. He also noticed the man was not as well as he tried to make himself out to be. He could sympathize with the man, he was that was as well while spending all that time learning to walk with a cybernetic leg. "All things considered I say I am doing as well as most, though I am probably also as weary as most."

He leaned leaned back into the chair and made himself look as at ease as he could, "Though I do find myself curious what this is all about? I highly doubt you brought us here to just enjoy some drinks in the countryside."

 

[Darasuum]

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"Well, I'm not quite in fighting shape yet. We may need to forestall our hunting trip another week or so I'm afraid, Donar. At least, that's the recommendation of my doctors at this stage." This made the man smile since he was a doctor. He wondered if Gregory realized what he was saying or at least knew what was coming next. "That's why need me as your doctor." he added a pleasant smile and a wink to add to the humor. He didn't forget about the other senators and greeted them respectfully in kind. For the most part he only knew them professionally at work functions or events of a similar caliber. even if he wanted to he was often busy with being the Head Speaker, senator of Corsin, family affairs and community projects. all of these barely left time for him to enjoy his own rest and relaxation which would be more trying if he didn't love his work.

"How fare all of you? Quite a few events of note have occurred as of late. I hope it hasn't affected you all too much." the words broke above any other conversations or small talk that was being had. Such was the voice of the Supreme Chancellor, an admirable quality that suited the position and its holder well. "Not much has changed surprisingly. aside from new subject on the holo net Corsin remains the same." the taking of Coruscant did have an impact on everyday life but the Galactic Republic carried on. some people felt like they needed to take action, starting charities, traveling to distant relatives and even joining up in the Grand Army of the Republic. others were losing faith, running towards the outer rim, ignoring local laws and turning to crime. but for the most part the worlds of the republic were staying strong, showing their colors by coming together and standing by one another. in times of hardship like this it was when Donar could be proud of the republic more than on a peaceful and forgettable day.

@Fyremage @Grim @Raydo​

 

[Raydo]

He understood the need for the current small talk, but wasn't much interested in it. They were all incredibly busy men who did not have the luxury of time.

"Not much has changed?!" Aldrus responded, a slight bite to his words. "The Sith have taken a whole sector of space, and at our core." he said his face growing more serious. "The Sith proved to the Galaxy they can hit us when and wherever they want." he added pausing slightly. "That doesn't even factor in us losing another entire sector of space to this new Mandalorian Government." he said giving the vice chancellor a side look.

"If we don't solidify all of our fronts quickly, we won't have to wait for the Sith to finish off the Republic." he said making eye contact with the three other men.

"Everything has changed." He took a seat as he finished speaking. They had much to discuss and he doubted this would be a pleasant conversation.