Let Us Have Mercy
With each day, the number of refugee ships grew and grew. With each day, the populace grew angrier and angrier. Scattershot convoys of half-broken ships desperately trying to reach the safety of the Inner Worlds... and all the Republic seemed to do was yawn.
It's about bloody time we changed that, I say.
Under her encouragement, Commenor had welcomed a collection of refugee ships since they'd started arriving. That hadn't been without it's downsides. Tensions had started to simmer and her approval rating had taken a hit amongst the more self-centered portion of the electorate. That was a problem for her electoral strategist, though. Nonetheless, Commenor could do with some help. Without getting much in the way of support from the Core Worlds, Senator Rayne had turned to neighbouring Humbarine and Cato Neimoida for some measure of support.
They didn't seem happy about that idea, but they were willing to talk.
Sutton waited outside the committee room, sipping a cup of disgustingly cheap caf. If she'd had her way, she'd be meeting them in the Senatorial Office on Commenor, but the representatives had insisted on somewhere more neutral. More fool them if they accept such awful refreshments. She waited for the last presence to arrive, a diplomat from the mysterious Jedi Order. Sutton was fortunate enough to have had little dealings with Force users, but in this negotiation she'd take all the help she could get.
@Fine Dining Set