HoloNet News Breaking News: Galactic Senate Formed!

[The Gatekeeper]

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"Hello and good evening everybody." Abi Gora began at her news desk, sitting at the same desk as her Mon Calamari political expert Eekin Baskiv, "I'm Abi Gora..."

Her partner piped up with his own name.

"... and I'm Eekin Baskiv..."

Before the camera pivoted back to Abi.

"... and tonight we will be discussing the historic scene in the senate today."

At her segue, scenes from the senate floor would be played from the live broadcast that had been played directly earlier in the night. Shots lingered on Emryc Thorne, standing tall and proud as he spoke for his people. Other senators, such as Senators Drast and Jakar, also received some screen time as the cameras rolled during their speeches.

For this segment the speeches themselves were muted, the visual of the senate at work being what the editors had been going for.

"Today the senate, along with representatives from both the Independent Systems Consortium and the Jedi Order, discussed a change to the political system in the Galaxy. Eekin, I believe it was a call from the representative of Kuat who called for the main article of the meeting?"

The Mon Calamari took a long drink of water as Abi was wording her question and nodded before holding up a webbed hand.

"Before we get to the proposal itself, Abi, I think we need to draw attention to the fact that we were only able to actually SEE this hearing of the senate go ahead because of the words of one, Emryc Thorne."

Another clip would roll on Eekin's request, this time with sound. The clip clearly showed Emryc Thorne calling for the session to be broadcast publicly before anyone else. Once the clip was complete, Eekin shook his head sadly.

"While we thank Mr Thorne for bringing this up - what does it say about our own senators that none of them were the ones to mention it? Certainly they all agreed to it but who's to say WHY they agreed to it after being shown up by an independent!"

Abi lightly brushed her ear as she received instructions from their producer to move Eekin along before the Mon Calamari could begin his passable impression of a certain other newscaster.

"But Eekin, what was actually discussed and why does it effect our viewers at home?"

Recognizing the light chastisement for what it was, Eekin took another drink of water before answering the original question.

"Well Abi, the discussion was about expanding the Galactic Senate to include a representative from every planet. This was soundly defeated by the Senate and accompanying representatives by the counter proposal to keep senate numbers roughly the same; while granting official positions to both the head of the ISC and Jedi Order."

A very simple summary so that everyone at home, who had never bothered to think about politics, did not feel left out. One that segued very neatly into a concern that was largely felt around the Galaxy.

"A representative from the Jedi Order - does this mean the Jedi would have a vote in the senate?"

While Eekin was no fan of the Jedi, he wasn't able to twist facts to suit that narrative when his producer was pushing him to keep it short, simple and factual.

"No, the Jedi Order does not having voting rights. Instead they are represented in the senate to give council when asked and to better co-ordinate their efforts with the rest of the Galaxy so that their actions may be LAWFUL - lest they be held accountable by the senate."

Abi made a show of nodding with a serious expression, even though she was merely asking questions and responding as per the requests of their editor and producer.

"And what of Mr Thorne and the ISC? Do they retain voting rights?"

Another slow, thoughtful, nod from Eekin.

"Indeed - Mr Thorne has voting rights within the Galactic senate as he is presenting several planets. While he is currently in charge of those planets and representing them, think of him as being similar to the Republic Chancellors of old; he is elected by the planets of the ISC to be their leader and their voice in the wider Galaxy. It is just and fair he have a chance to cast votes in their name and in their interests!"

Abi frowned in a calculated move.

"And why was this set up deemed better than the alternative? Why shouldn't every planet get a voice?"

Eekin was shaking his head before she was even done.

"As was brought up by numerous senators during the meeting; bloat. The senate would become so bloated with ideas and egos and opinions that nothing would ever get done. You think it takes a long time for a bill to pass now? Just try waiting on thousands of sentients to all agree on each part of it! No, this scaled down version promises to be much smoother!"

Abi nodded to her co-star before turning her attention back to the camera as it panned to mainly focus on her.

"And there we have it - our Galactic Senate, streamlined for our convenience with the voices of Independent planets no longer silenced. This has been the news at eleven; we shall see you at 7. Have a good night everybody!"

 

[The Eternal]

The Eternal had been watching what was going on with the Consortium as it grew in power. Its rise had been almost meteoric, and at its helm was Emryc Thorne. Unlike the rest of the Order, the Eternal knew the real identity of "Mr. Thorne," and for that reason alone, the attention of the Eternal was now firmly on the ISC.

A competing government. That was what this ISC was, and one that was allied with the FWA. The Eternal wasn't a fool, and it could see well the potential here. It could see the many ways this government could play out, and it didn't like all that it saw.

For a long while, the Eternal was silent. Alone in its chamber, it meditated. It drank in the darkness that surrounded it, finding clarity in its own anger. It pondered the galaxy and its own growing power. It pondered this "Republic" that was being born, the lessons learned through history, and the paths taken by the Sith Lords of old.

When it was finished, it rose and walked to its desk, tapping a button.

Contact Lord Raze and inform him that I wish to meet with him, it said, and cut the communication. Yes, things were progressing, but progress wasn't always victory. @Sreeya

 

[Darth Stolas]

As had become usual, Morgan received an alert when Emryc was mentioned on the holonet. For once when it happened he wasn't off doing something, instead settled into his apartment on Eriadu. His fate lit up and he flicked a finger toward a wall control, a display coming up over one of the digital windows of the building to display the news.

The prince rarely asked after too many specifics regarding his soldier boy's political machinations, although he'd heard some details of his work through the grapevine or in casual conversation. Emryc taking control of the meeting on Naboo had been impressive, but this was something else entirely. He'd managed to achieve a position representing many independent planets in an expanded senate, granting him voting power and political leverage in the face of weak-willed bureaucrats and petty Republic nobility.

Morgan couldn't be more proud of him, and he beamed at the holoscreen. As always the suit he wore caught his attention, the particular design something the young Sith had said he particularly liked on Terminus, long ago. He laughed to himself there in his apartment, hardly able to help the joyful trilling from spilling out. Emryc's rise had been hard won and meteoric, a self made man just as he wanted, and Morgan knew that this was just the beginning.

The Jedi had a seat too, and while that worried the Firrerreo a little he trusted the half-Sephi's skills to work that to his advantage somehow. He did, however, feel justified in the knowledge that this public announcement was likely to draw attention from troubles he may not be able to handle alone. The laughter faded away into a soft sigh and he picked himself off of the couch to head into the kitchen, pulling different thing out of storage along with a mixing bowl.

Despite the risks, Emryc was strong and clever. Morgan believed this was another thing he could handle and grow from, and that's what he chose to prepare for. He sent Dante off to check if they still had ribbons laying around somewhere and a message to Emryc's ship to congratulate him and invite him over when he could spare the time. Morgan ended it by reminding him that he was loved and got to work putting together some cake mix.

"May the Force serve you well, soldier boy. Come marching home."

@Sreeya