Ordinarily, lending aid to a planet or two wouldn’t be so taxing on resources. However, with the recent attacks from the Sith and other forces that created a multitude of refugees with no home to return to. It was a nightmare to say the least, and unfortunately Amelia had to make the hard choices to control how many people came to land on Eshan. It was already tiresome enough to manage the resources of food let alone having the space for them. So the last thing the Senator wanted to do was to face the issue of overpopulation on her own planet.
The clans alone were already on edge from the sudden plethora of off-worlders landing in the cities, and while Amelia had done her best to appease the clans. The Echani knew that it was only a matter of time before the tensed air broke into conflict. Amelia could only hope that this conflict would be verbal rather than physical as she had no doubt that the Echani would practically overwhelm anyone foolish enough to take up arms against them.
The woman couldn’t help but sigh as she looked over the crowded streets as the people of both Echani and off-worlder alike attempted to make amends with what they had. Her eyes expressed the tiresome endeavor as worry etched her features. Garbed in a plain black silk robe as the arm wraps along her pale skin were as compressive and comfortable as it could be. From a visual standpoint, this was no different than a war breaking out, but from the Force? Well… a shiver ran down her spine as a chill threatened to soak into her bones despite the warm sun that sheds light onto her form through the balcony. A shiver of untold suffering filled her body and mind as she could only foresee blood, fire, and death.
The metal railing groaned as her grip tightened around the smooth bar. It was a premonition of her people, and of the countless worlds that might befall to the encroaching darkness that continued to snuff one world after another. It had everyone on edge, and the clans looked to Amelia for an answer to their problems. However, there was just too little information and not enough manpower to go around.
With a shake of her head, Amelia grabbed a dark blue coat and put it on as she began to stroll out of the office. She needed to find space to clear her head, a moment of peace, and the only place she could think of was no garden, and no monastery. Instead, she sought after her personal chambers. A void of sound except for her own breath and heartbeats. It was there that Amelia opted to merely calm her mind as she entered a meditative stance. Surrounding herself to the Force as she welcomed the relief of stress from her shoulders.
After half an hour had passed, Amelia felt something akin to a hot knife jabbing into her skull as something, or someone was coming. Coming to Eshan, but for the good or for the bad remained to be seen. Either way, the very presence disrupted her mindset as Amelia was brought back to reality. Was the Sith going to attack this planet as well? It was her immediate thought, and naturally it brought concern and worry of an imminent threat. Yet unlike before, Amelia sensed no hatred, not of the blazing kind rather, but that meant little. It was only after Amelia reached for her ritual brand that she heard a voice hailing from her encrypted commlink. With a flick of her wrist, the Senator produced the comlink from the folds of her coat and answered the call.
”This is Senator Bell, speak.” She said, her voice calm yet strong like a brewing storm.
”A ship just dropped out of hyperspace, but they’re not answering their comms. Should we intercept?” The voice from the other side was the Head of Security that’s been monitoring who comes and goes in Eshan. The news was a bit odd for Amelia’s tastes as she turned on her heel to face the back wall.
”Only one ship?” Amelia questioned to confirm. Why only one ship? Was it for visitation? But then why ignore the calls? These were questions that didn’t have answers.
”Yes, My Lady. They appear to be heading towards Sector 17.” Sector 17 was a region that until recently went unclaimed for about over a decade. It was redeveloped into a refugee camp to support the recent surge of off-worlders seeking a home.
”Send the First Blade and Blackwatch to Sector 17, but inform them to only observe and not to engage unless the refugees are being attacked.” Amelia ordered as she strolled out of her chambers and began to make her way out of the Senator’s Office. Where she’ll get on her speeder bike.
”Of course, My Lady.” The Head of Security affirmed the order before Amelia turned on the repulsor engines and began to speed her way over to the refugee camp.
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The clans alone were already on edge from the sudden plethora of off-worlders landing in the cities, and while Amelia had done her best to appease the clans. The Echani knew that it was only a matter of time before the tensed air broke into conflict. Amelia could only hope that this conflict would be verbal rather than physical as she had no doubt that the Echani would practically overwhelm anyone foolish enough to take up arms against them.
The woman couldn’t help but sigh as she looked over the crowded streets as the people of both Echani and off-worlder alike attempted to make amends with what they had. Her eyes expressed the tiresome endeavor as worry etched her features. Garbed in a plain black silk robe as the arm wraps along her pale skin were as compressive and comfortable as it could be. From a visual standpoint, this was no different than a war breaking out, but from the Force? Well… a shiver ran down her spine as a chill threatened to soak into her bones despite the warm sun that sheds light onto her form through the balcony. A shiver of untold suffering filled her body and mind as she could only foresee blood, fire, and death.
The metal railing groaned as her grip tightened around the smooth bar. It was a premonition of her people, and of the countless worlds that might befall to the encroaching darkness that continued to snuff one world after another. It had everyone on edge, and the clans looked to Amelia for an answer to their problems. However, there was just too little information and not enough manpower to go around.
With a shake of her head, Amelia grabbed a dark blue coat and put it on as she began to stroll out of the office. She needed to find space to clear her head, a moment of peace, and the only place she could think of was no garden, and no monastery. Instead, she sought after her personal chambers. A void of sound except for her own breath and heartbeats. It was there that Amelia opted to merely calm her mind as she entered a meditative stance. Surrounding herself to the Force as she welcomed the relief of stress from her shoulders.
After half an hour had passed, Amelia felt something akin to a hot knife jabbing into her skull as something, or someone was coming. Coming to Eshan, but for the good or for the bad remained to be seen. Either way, the very presence disrupted her mindset as Amelia was brought back to reality. Was the Sith going to attack this planet as well? It was her immediate thought, and naturally it brought concern and worry of an imminent threat. Yet unlike before, Amelia sensed no hatred, not of the blazing kind rather, but that meant little. It was only after Amelia reached for her ritual brand that she heard a voice hailing from her encrypted commlink. With a flick of her wrist, the Senator produced the comlink from the folds of her coat and answered the call.
”This is Senator Bell, speak.” She said, her voice calm yet strong like a brewing storm.
”A ship just dropped out of hyperspace, but they’re not answering their comms. Should we intercept?” The voice from the other side was the Head of Security that’s been monitoring who comes and goes in Eshan. The news was a bit odd for Amelia’s tastes as she turned on her heel to face the back wall.
”Only one ship?” Amelia questioned to confirm. Why only one ship? Was it for visitation? But then why ignore the calls? These were questions that didn’t have answers.
”Yes, My Lady. They appear to be heading towards Sector 17.” Sector 17 was a region that until recently went unclaimed for about over a decade. It was redeveloped into a refugee camp to support the recent surge of off-worlders seeking a home.
”Send the First Blade and Blackwatch to Sector 17, but inform them to only observe and not to engage unless the refugees are being attacked.” Amelia ordered as she strolled out of her chambers and began to make her way out of the Senator’s Office. Where she’ll get on her speeder bike.
”Of course, My Lady.” The Head of Security affirmed the order before Amelia turned on the repulsor engines and began to speed her way over to the refugee camp.
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