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| - Vanix II: Nuovo Delore - Vanixian High Council Chambers This enclave is particularly stunning, representing all that it is to be one of the revered and oft-disliked, Vanixian High Council of Nobles members. Heavy, black velvet drapes are bunched and tied with silver tassels, while cream-coloured rugs lay on the floor, pristine and without a speck of dirt. Bookshelves to the far back of the chamber are merely for show, even the books upon them look to have not been touched in many, many years. There are a total of five ornate desks, one for each Region of Vanix II where the Speaker of the Region is able to seat themselves in times where the Council meets to discuss its business. The desk at the head of the group belongs to the Monarch of Vanix. There are additional chairs for the entourages of the various nobles as well as protocol droids who dictate the proceedings to electronic memory. Light and airy, windows are carved into the peach granite and afford a stunning view out onto the ocean and the distant Regions that are Nuovo Chlorite, Nuovo Manzio Antigon and Nuovo Finicci. Potted plants at various points provide a dose of nature to this pomp place of ceremony; technology represented by holoscreens where the nobles are able to demonstrate their very enthusiastic points during chamber debate. Economy: This is a modest Multi-Region Enterprise. Items you can +get: Desert Hiking Gear Players: Things: Naga Vao Stasha Delore Vordo the Hutt Anneke Richard Tan Alistair Bellamy Chas James Loro Bail Organa [armed] Euphemia Bellamy Christian Moses Dash L'hnnar Natalia Kalira Obvious exits: [Marble Doors] door into Castella Landing. Euphemia Bellamy leans forward, frowning slightly. "As you are probably capable of guessing without my help, the purpose of this meeting is to address the problem of slavery and stamp it out entirely. For the purpose of this meeting we will define slavery as the forced involuntary servitude of a sentient individual." She raises her voice. "I will make no bones about it. Slavery has been most rampant in the Ryloth territories and the Hutt sectors. It is my wish to wipe out the slave trade and those who deal in slaves. You are all here to help, I presume. Those who are not here probably do not wish to help." Chas nods to the words spoken by Euphemia and looks over to Natalia and then to those that are gathered, judging their reactions. Stepping in from the door, a man in crimson battle armor moves forward and to the right of the door. His visored helmet turns from side to side. Christian simply grunts at the assembly and shakes his head. Moving forward again, his boots resounding against each step, he takes a spot standing behind Euphemia's chair, slightly to the right and several steps back. Bail Organa leans back in his seat, one hand stroking his chin, the other resting the grip of his cane. His neutral expression turns to a smile at the implication of Effie's last statement. Vordo the Hutt listens attentively from where he is lounging about. Anneke continues to sit there in her place in the back, looking around, studying the people here. And at times? Even closing her eyes and taking some deep breaths as though calming herself, or massaging her temples. Alistair Bellamy's own lips tug back at Euphemia's words. Kalira isn't exactly 'early' but she does make her way quietly into the room, pausing while Euphemia makes her opening remarks before scanning the available seats for an open chair. Naga Vao's body remained still however his lekku seemed to shift slightly at the word Ryloth. L'hnnar is completely silent for several minutes. He merely watches the Princess of Vanix as he actively listens to her words. Then, slowly, he garners a cigarra, puts it between pursed lips and clenched teeth, and lights it. He now smokes in his silence. Richard Tan is here as well, one of the new senators and he has no idea how he got to be one, and just that he is one who knows he is going to most likely regret it. But that is another matter all together and so he listens as he sits next to Bail as he sits and nods to what she is saying. James Loro nods to the first part of Effie's statement then winces slightly at the later part of her belief that anyone not here must support the slave trade. Natalia listens, her head inclining slightly, agreeing with what has been said thus far, regarding the intolerance of slavery anyway. Her head turns and her eyes scan briefly then she looks back to the front, attentive to the speaker. Kalira moves forward, one row of chairs after another, finding many of the seats already taken and pauses near the edge of the front row then makes her way to an empty chair alongside L'hnnar and seats herself with a glance of apology towards Euphemia for (again) being late. "Naturally some cannot make this meeting," Effie says with a slight chuckle. "And I assure you, there are many who support the cause of destroying slavery but either fear to present themselves or are afraid of prematurely showing their hands. I do not include them on my list of uncooperative individuals. But there are some who should be here and aren't." She shrugs and then says, "Regardless. The thrust of this particular meeting is simple. What is the slave trade? Where are the slaves taken from? Along what space lanes is this sentient cargo shipped? Where are they sold? And how can we best interdict that trade -and- strike terror into all who profit from it?" James Loro nods to the first part of Effie's statement then winces slightly at the later part of her belief that anyone not here must support the slave trade. Anneke continues to sit there quietly. Still looking about, still a bit bored looking. Something she fixes by pulling out a datapad from her purse and starting to type something into it. Notes? As he listens in silence, Bail sits up and turns to see exactly who /is/ here. He nods and then turns back to face Effie. A smile comes to the Black haired man as he listens to Euphemia's words that follow "That should raise a few brows," Chas says, not quiet whispering. The Vanixian Senator crosses his legs and rests his arms daintily upon them, watching in silence. Vordo the Hutt glances about surreptitiously for any snacks or beverages, in his discreet fashion of staring everywhere with his enormous eyes. Richard Tan nods to Chas as he says nothing and listens, since he has some knowledge on the slave issue being former CorSec. Dash pulls the cigarra from his mouth, looks down at it, and then expels a series of lazy, wobbling smoke rings into the air in front of him. Green eyes slowly meander back to Effie as the coffin-nail finds its way to the man's mouth once more. He nods his head, clearly in agreement. A grin. Then yes, a raise of brows, reflex or perhaps playfully Natalia cuts the glance to Chas then smoothes at her robe and listens. "Openly on Ryloth.." she murmurs back toward Chas. James Loro nods to Effie's latest statement then looks around while tapping out an ancient Commnorian drum-tune on his thigh. Chas grins and nods, leaning to Natalia's ear, this time whispering... Chas whispers to Natalia. Kalira settles into her chair, hands resting in her lap at first, listening quietly and nodding slowly, though emphatically, in agreement. Vordo the Hutt employs whatever obvious method is present to signify that he would care to ask a question whenever it is convenient. This may or may not involve pressing a button on his desk. Euphemia Bellamy inclines her head, looking across to the Hutt. She holds up a hand toward him. "Super Great Vordo the Hutt wishes to speak. Please do so." All channels have been gagged. Richard Tan looks over at Vordo and nods to him as he thinks and waits to hear what he has to say. "Super," L'hnnar murmurs after pulling the cigarra from his mouth; smoke trails behind it, attacking and lashing out for the butt of the item. He begins to turn in his chair to view the Hutt but stops short as he notices Kalira. A smile comes to his face as he leans in to whisper something. Dash L’hnnar whispers to Kalira. Vordo the Hutt puffs up a bit and issues his question. "Greetings greetings, and thanks for having this meeting today. My question is that if slavery is defined as the forced involuntary servitude of a sentient individual, how does the Black Imperium maintain that the use of clones is not an act of slavery? Are clones not considered sentient? Do they volunteer for service? Can they opt out of service?" Anneke, never mind the fact she's wearing a designer outfit fit for any noble... still continues to be sulky and pouty in the back of the room, as though not wanting to be seen... that and bored, at least until Vordo speaks, and that makes her look up with wide eyes, shocked by the question. Alistair Bellamy remains perfectly still and silent as he watches and listens. Kalira turns slightly to see who's signaled in, spots Vordo and nods before turning back slightly and catching L'hnnar's gaze with her own. She smiles in answer, leaning slightly towards him as he speaks in a lowered tone. She arches one eyebrow ever so slightly before murmuring in return. Richard Tan looks and blinks at Vordo's question and turns to listen. Kalira whispers to Dash L’hnnar. Bail, still looking very regal and very neutral, nods as the Hutt speaks and waits for Effie's reply. "Super Great Vordo the Hutt is not in fact an expert in clones," Euphemia says mildly, "and can be excused for his ignorance." Her soft, sweet voice carries a silvery edge. "Our battle clones are not the sort you would consider sentient any more than a droid is sentient. Did you bring your protocol droid today?" she wonders. "There are a number of clones, called Mirror Clones, who are sentient. They are genetically engineered to serve, and thus do so with perfect willingness; if they wished to opt out, they could, of course, but they won't. The same cannot be said for Tofme or Zee." Her golden eyes glitter significantly. "Or Nehnup. Any further questions, Super Great Vordo?" Dash L’hnnar whispers to Kalira. The Corellian leader chuckles as he listens to Bellamy's response, head shaking smoothly and slowly to either side. Vordo the Hutt chortles. "Bolla sleemo peedunkee. Nibobo panwa, jujiminmee bunky. Cheeska, nobata ne hoohah rundee keepuna. Yatuka na say lickmoomoo tee-tocky Black Schoon jewz ootmian no inkabunga gopptula chuba copah wankee tagwa killee a yoka patogga for badda smak chowbasa apenkee? Achuta tonka moulee-rah hunka bargon jee yafullkee jedda pankpa wanga, as pawa uba? Lorda howdunga ulwan youngee be yocola?" James Loro continues tapping out his drumbeat until his watch begins to beep. He stands then bows to those present Effie last of all "If you'll forgive me milady I'm afraid that I need to go. I apologize for the disturbance." He awaits a reply before leaving. Natalia sits quietly considering what is said, turning her head she speaks softly to Chas. Her eyes, however, fall elsewhere for a moment before she straightens and glances up at Loro then settles to continue listening. Anneke types a few more things into her datapad, or perhaps just plays a game on it. It's pretty hard to tell! And she's in the back anyways, so no one behind her to catch her! Though she looks up again, to hear an answer to the Hutt's latest question. Kalira's eyes convey a wealth of curiosity as she glances again from Vordo to Euphemia and back, clearly intrigued by this talk of clones and the differences in their design. It's probably everything she can do to resist asking any of the dozen questions that leap to mind, which is evidenced by the gleam of interest in her eyes. She holds her silence on the topic, though. Richard Tan thinks as he uses whatever it is to ask a question. Bail's eyes meet the floor as he is momentarily lost in thought about something. Chas sits there, eyes forward, listening to all that is being said. A slight tilt to his head puts his close to Natalia's and he smiles to her now and then. Kalira whispers to Dash L’hnnar. The Vanixian watches and listens still, allowing his hands to remain gracefully placed upon his crossed legs. Euphemia's smile widens. "You may of course go, Mr. Loro," she murmurs, and then crosses the floor, moving closer to the Hutt, her petticoats trailing. When Richard Tan signals his question, Euphemia holds up a hand for a moment's delay. "Regular, normal sentient’s can do whatever they please," Euphemia says coolly. "I will assume Begpid'cu served you out of love. Senator Tan, your question?" Natalia whispers to Chas. Richard Tan looks as he thinks for a moment, "I'm never going to get use to being called that," he comments as he looks and asks, "With the idea of stopping slavery, since some of the worlds that are in the outer rims are not part of the Republic that do use Slavery, will there be a military course of action, or will it be more diplomatic in getting this to stop? Additionally, if they decide not to stop, what kind of force will be used to stop it, without causing a war between the planet or planets and the republic and/or Black Imperium?" James Loro nods then turns toward the marble doors and begins walking as quickly as he can without generating a lot of noise. Euphemia Bellamy orders Army of Vanix Unit 12 to let Gand pass. James Loro leaves the Council Chambers out to the Tower Landing. Gand arrives through the Marble Doors from the Tower Landing. Kalira leans forward slightly and lifts one hand, "Lady Mediator, may I address a portion of Mr. Tan's inquiry?" "A highly astute question," Euphemia murmurs, inclining her head to Richard Tan. There is a glitter in her golden eyes, but she inclines her head when Kalira speaks. "Certainly, my dear." Gand ambles on in, trailing a cloud of ammonia vapor from it's breathing mask. Richard Tan looks to Kalira as he nods towards her. Nodding to Natalia's softly spoken words he is about to say something back again till he hears the words from Richard Tan. Again he is about to speak till he hears Kalira and turns, smiling, waiting to hear what she has to say. Kalira nods to Euphemia before she speaks again, "Thank you," and turns towards Tan as she speaks. "I speak for Tatooine. And as a Rim world, I can say that we do not abide slavery, nor will we allow it to exist without a fight. We are not a member world of the Senate. And, while we greatly respect it's aims and goals, we are not inclined -at this time- to petition to join. That being said, we are in agreement with the republic's position regarding slavery of sentient beings. All worlds that hold with such standards, in fact, should consider adopting some sort of uniform code of anti-slavery laws that would allow pursuit of slavers and extradition of known criminals. My opinion, of course," she adds, for clarification. "But, I can only speak for Tatooine. But if such a uniform code of anti-slavery laws can be written and agreed upon, i would be the first in line to sign our name to the charter." Chas quickly adds to Kalira's words "I wish I could have said it as well as the esteemed President of Tatooine, but Dantooine and Elmoriyah also stand with Tatooine's on this subject." Euphemia inclines her head to Kalira. "And such a compact is one of the goals of this meeting," she murmurs. "The Imperium wishes to lead the way in creating a uniform code for planets to sign onto, and in the case of most planets, voluntary compliance is more than enough. However--and this ties into Senator Tan's question--the slave trade itself is largely an interplanetary venture, carried on by freighters. In order to wipe out the slave trade, enforcement is necessary. Primarily against slave shipping." Grand Moff L'hnnar nods, quite pleased, as he claps his gauntlets together in a quiet, yet metallic applause. As Kalira finishes speaking and reclaims her seat he nods to the woman, clears his throat, pulls the cigarra from his mouth, and then leans forward and whispers. Dash L’hnnar whispers to Kalira. Natalia taps her chin thoughtfully for a moment, "Ryloth is an obvious mark.. slaves are easily procured there.. just as easily freed but it only solves a temporary problem and not the entire issue.. I would assume in that the practice is left to continue openly, the sytem's leadership supports it?" she asks of Effie, and the group. Anneke's attention has drifted back to her datapad. Plucking in a few things. Nothing resembling a manic pace. Though easily skimming something or playing a less action packed sort of game. Bail Organa nods at what he's heard so far. The mention of slave shipping gets the King's attention. "Good." Kalira whispers to Dash L’hnnar. Naga Vao's eyes shift over towards Natilia as her question is asked before raising a hand. "Might I answer that question, Lady Euphemia?" "We would take a -very- dim view of any system which continued to smile upon the slave trade after a message like this is sent out to the galaxy," Euphemia says with a little smile. "I expect that everyone here will be willing to take real, decisive steps, though. Judicator, you may speak, certainly." Richard Tan nods, "Most, if not all are form Ryloth, but there are other planets too," he says. "Most do it cause that is how they can get money for food and supplies, while others do it to make a nice profit," he state. "Stopping ships is going to be hard, as ships can have sensor protected compartments on their ships," he says. "While others just set up their ships for speed to outrun most blockades." "It will take truly exceptional resources to police the spacelanes, then," Euphemia says, holding up a hand to Tan. "But please, Senator Tan, a moment for the Judicator's reply." Richard Tan nods, "Sorry." he says in reply. Euphemia Bellamy smiles graciously, indicating no apology is required, then looks intently to Vao. Dash seems to be paying attention to the discussions of the slave trade, yes, but clearly he has a side conversation going on as well. Or did, rather. He nods to Kalira and smiles. "Excellent. It shall be done," he murmurs thoughtfully before bringing his attention to Bellamy once more. Gand huffs a puff of ammonia, listening to the speeches. Standing to his feet Naga Vao nods graciously towards Euphemia before speaking mostly towards Natalia. "You are correct, Ryloth is most certainly a place where it's slave trade borders on infamy. However it must be understood that this is something that stems back many years and is for entirely different reasons from what most enter into this 'business' for. Mind you I do not condone it in any way form or fashion. In fact I have a personal vendetta as well as a moral standing against the act. Ryloth has been a part of the problem since before it's joining of the Republic. The reason being, Ryloth is a difficult place to grow up, many families selling their own daughters, not for the purpose of money, but rather in an attempt to free them to a hopefully easier life. There have been many laws against the trade; however these have all been made with this tradition in mind, thus providing loopholes. For the most part the twi'lek initially sold into this life have been sold by their families. As terrifying a thought that is, it's true, and though hard to swallow, what would be even worse is the thought of what the wicked and greedy who profit from this would do should these families not have the ability to sell them the slaves required for their quotas. Should it have been before now I feared that there would be a great increase in the threats one who lives on Ryloth would face. Kidnappings, amongst other things. However with Vordo the Hutts stepping up to the plate there is a drastic decrease in the market, which has encouraged me as well. That is why I haven't truly acted until recently, but rest assured, I do have changes in mind." Naga Vao nodded and bowing after thing how long winded his speech indeed became. Looking up again as Naga explains the reasons for slavery on his world. Anneke's brow raises, she looks almost horrified by the description, as though something about it makes the whole thing even worse. Then again, perhaps it really is. Given what happens. Euphemia inclines her head to Vao, nodding. "We are all grateful to Vordo the Hutt for his sinuous pliability," she murmurs, curtseying to the Hutt. "We trust that he will continue to be helpful. One thing we can all take from Judicator Vao's testimony is the necessity of crushing the market -and- the interstellar trade in order to dry up the demand." Vordo the Hutt nods his big bulky head politely enough. Chas's brows rise as he listens to Naga and he nods a time or two before turning to Natalia, watching her reaction to the words thus spoken by Naga. Bail listens attentively to the Judicator's words. More to himself, the King says, "He makes a good point, something to consider." Alistair Bellamy listens quietly. Richard Tan nods to Bail as he hears him and looks, "Yea," he says. "Much better point than what I had," he adds. Natalia listens respectfully, keeping her eyes on Vao as he speaks. After a few moments of thought she nods her head, "Perhaps you are now in a better position to act," she simply agrees. "It is a classic example of slavery to do that which one abhors out of fear of the consequences of refusing.. it is a disease that spreads.. Hopefully a cure is not long off." Kalira chimes in again, though glances around before doing so, to ensure she's not interrupting anyone else - mid sentence. "Slave trade, on Tatooine, has been a fact of daily life for as long as any of my people can remember. Breaking this cycle is not something that can be done over night. Just like any 'addiction' there must be a process pursued and then structured according to the symptoms that present. Or," and Kalira smiles for a moment, "to stop talking like a doctor for a moment: There will be problems and we'll have to deal with each one on a case by case basis. But this is the sort of thing that we're supposed to do, isn't it?" she asks, glancing around before continuing. "This is the moment when we remember that those of us who are elected to these positions that we hold are here to serve the will of the people. Has history ever shown that a civilization built by back breaking labor of slaves has come to good end, in the long run? without enduring generation upon generation of hardship and against and anger and cultural bias and more." Curtseying to Kalira, Effie then nods intently. "Therefore it is needful," she says in a raised voice, "for us to destroy slaveholder interests, patrol the spacelanes where slaves are traded, and -- in the cases where it is necessary -- destroy anyone who would abet the trade. Some worlds and organizations will be more able to contribute; some less. I, for my part, am willing to provide fleets to patrol, soldiers to apprehend, and a rear base for the whole operation. Vordo, since you've already started by freeing your own slaves, I'd like to discover what generous plans you have for contributing to an anti-slavery league." Gand speaks up, "What about your own hordes of clone slaves?" Vordo the Hutt shrugs. "If I were able to purchase decent capital ships, I could see my way clear to command those during any joint task forces used to attack slaver outposts." He pipes up to answer Gand. "I had asked that earlier. They do not consider clones sentient, and we are free to genetically engineer servitor races." Chas leans close to Natalia, his voice but a whisper as he speaks to her. Euphemia flashes Gand a tight smile. "You'll have a chance to contribute to the cause shortly," she says, and turns back to Vordo. "In lieu of ship purchases, forbidden under the terms of our treaty, and in any case rather absurd given the Hutt record where large warships and the slave trade are concerned, we will accept logistical support. Be generous; your people have much to atone for." Chas whispers to Natalia. Gand notes, "There are, what, eighteen thousand of the New Peril clones that might tend to disagree with that assessment. How swiftly you forget Anoat. This Gand is willing to contribute exactly as many credits as you did to repair the damage caused by those clones." Natalia can't help but smile at Chas and incline her head to him, a look exchanged, then she glances to Gand and the Hutt briefly before looking ahead once more. Bail leans over to whisper to Richard as he watches the Gand speak. Bail Organa whispers: the Republic should hire that Gand as a negotiation at the peace talks. His fearlessness is admirable. Euphemia turns back to the Gand, tilting her head slightly to one side. Her golden eyes flash, but the smile on her lips is tight and cold. "I told you that you would contribute. I did not specify a quantity, Gand of Frashkart, nor am I interested in undergoing your review at this meeting. You lack the standing, the moral posture, and the force to make this attempt to deflect the issue stick. I will register you as opposed to the prevention of the slave trade and move on. Your next remark out of turn had best be rather idealistic and tend toward destroying the slave trade." Richard Tan nods to Bail as he whispers back. You whisper, "I agree, and he is very good at that. He is the ruler of Frashkart I believe." to Bail Organa. "We," Kalira says as she stands for a moment in an attempt to break the tension, "pledge our support, as always. Medical, as most slaves endure less than hospitable conditions and even worse in the way of nutrition and necessary daily needs. To that end, we pledge our medical support and all the personnel that can be spared to such efforts. Further, I pledge the support of Tatooines defense fleet to patrols in our sector and adjoining - as invited and or requested. I won't send my fleet in without invitation or request," she pauses to quirk a trace of a smile, "I'm not terribly good at doing such, so I promise I won't just start sending ships around and bugging people. But," and she turns back to Effie, "we will do what we can, where we can." "That's an excellent step to take," Euphemia says, taking a step away from the Gand and toward Kalira, turning her back. "Your medical contributions will save lives, and perhaps could be tied in with a resettlement program to allow slaves to return home or emigrate to worlds where they will be safe." Gand says, "This Gand has no slaves, nor has this Gand ever sold or bought any slaves, and no slaves have ever been aboard any ship owned by this Gand while that ship was in this Gand's possession. Nor has this Gand ever dealt except with slaughter, with the tube-clone abominations." Vordo the Hutt shrugs. "Once the compact is finalized, I'll be glad to look it over. As for the imagined riches that I could contribute, it should be fairly obvious that Nar Shaddaa has taken a tremendous financial hit what with having to revamp the basis of industry. We are spending enormous sums on the hiring and retraining and reeducation of former slaves, so forth and so on." Anneke seems to have drifted off into her own world again, or whatever world is displayed on her datapad! She seems just a bit bored, or something at least. But without looking, impossible to say what she's doing on her datapad. Alistair Bellamy's attention seems intent upon the discussion. Dash L’hnnar shifts in his seat, pulls the cigarra from his mouth after a long while of smoking it silently, and shakes his head. The man sighs, clears his throat, and turns to view the back of the room and the insolent beginnings there. "I grow tired of hearing certain voices," he mutters. "Especially when they speak untruths, lies, and spin." "I think we had best start by establishing compliance," Euphemia says solemnly, returning to her desk. "Gand of Frashkart and Vordo the Hutt claim that the slave trade does not exist in their systems, and I would like to believe them. So that there can be no doubt, I think inspections are in order--they're unlikely to be very expensive, and they will establish the truth beyond doubt. Inspections on Ryloth, too, would be appropriate. Judicator Vao, do you agree? After that point, we will all work to patrol the former slave-trading lanes. Who is willing to contribute patrol forces?" Bail raises a hand. "I will contribute some ships to patrol the spacelanes along which ships carry slaves from their innocent lives to their new horrible fates." "Future generations will be grateful, King Organa," Euphemia murmurs. Vordo the Hutt chortles. "Ho ho ho. I for one will be more than glad to allow impartial inspections by a Jedi Knight." "Are you suggesting that you do not consider anyone here to be impartial?" Euphemia says very softly. "Or do you merely mean to insinuate that I am not?" She leans forward against her desk, her golden eyes gleaming. Chas smiles as he listens to everyone, turned in the chair as he is one arm is draped over the back of it "Dantooine shall, as always, provide what limited resources that we have at our disposal to also stop this terrible act. Of this you can be sure." "Taanab too." Anneke chimes in, timidly, from the back. Though then seems as though she is trying to sink down even further in her chair now that her part has been done. Vordo the Hutt snorts. "As I said, a Jedi Knight would be fine. I have no intention of slandering the good name of anyone present, but every planet has certain trade secrets that they do not care to have open to outsiders. I do not consider it an insult that I am not invited to tour your clone vats or your military planning centers, it is simply common sense." Richard Tan speaks as well, "Byss will as well," he says to them. "Although I am not sure how much Byss can provide." "I, too, will contribute that which I must," Viceroy L'hnnar says as he comes to a stand. He turns around, verdant stare sweeping to the Hutt at the rear of the room, and then the Gand, and then back to the slug-like alien. "Then you would prefer someone other than a Jedi Knight to run your inspections, Vordo. I can singlehandedly guarantee you that would be the quickest route to allowing what you wish to avoid." Alistair Bellamy's arms, so peacefully placed upon his crossed legs, now rise to fold themselves as the Vanixian listens to the very peculiar twist in the discussion. Natalia smiles at Chas then the others who chime in their support, remaining attentive to all that is said. "It seems you're not in step with the program, Super Great One," Euphemia says, arching an eyebrow Vordo's way. "The leading lights of the Jedi claim that there are no Jedi. One would almost think you were stalling. Dantooine, Elmoriyah, Byss, Taanab, Alderaan, Corellia, Vanix, Paxo--so many star systems unreservedly promising to contribute all they can, and you tell me that you have secrets you can't show anyone." She flashes her white teeth in a small but aggressive smile. "Do you or don't you have something to hide?" Gand says, "The jedi are notoriously unreliable, after all. However, this Gand has been looking forward to another visit from Chancellor D'hannen, and certainly he would be able to manage it." Vordo the Hutt blinks. "I'm sorry, what? The leading lights of the Jedi claim that there are no Jedi? That does not make a lick of sense. What are you trying to say?" "I'm trying to tell you to heed your idealistic yearnings," Effie says with a cold gleam in her eye. "-Something- inspired you to release quite a few personal slaves and change a long-standing policy on slavery. Whatever or whoever that better angel is, I suggest you listen to it again and don't stall." Richard Tan it and listens mainly since he is new to this game. Vordo the Hutt snorts again, a snorting machine. "Stalling, indeed. Like I said, I an open to immediate inspections by anyone that I consider to be an impartial inspector. If you have certain folks in mind, I will be more than glad to discuss them. Immediate in the sense that we could walk to my ship at the close of this meeting and head there right then." Kalira is standing alongside L'hnnar and she turns to Vordo and says, "May we ask for even a name or two that you would suggest for impartial inspectors?" she asks. "I think this suggestion does have merit," she adds with another glance around, "impartial observers, and impartial inspectors. Finding such individuals will not be an easy calling. Who among us does Not have opinions, personal bias, cultural perspective? The Jedi are facing there own challenges right now. Perhaps they -would- welcome a chance to prove their impartiality once again. Perhaps they would welcome a chance to face the challenge of proving that they are worthy of such assignments, such trust?" Vordo the Hutt shrugs. "Kalira, you would be fine as an impartial inspector, as far as I am concerned." "If I may interject, Your Highness?" Alistair says in his smooth voice, turning to raise an eyebrow at Euphemia. "I believe the Hutt Vordo should explain what he believes to be an impartial inspector. I would be more than happy to carry this inspection out, as I am your son and also a Senator. I believe that proves that I can be impartial, if anything." "I'm failing to understand why we need an impartial inspector for anyone," comes the deep, syrupy tone of Viceroy L'hnnar. "As far as I'm concerned, if someone is impartial to slavery, they are on the side of the slavers and dead in my eyes. We do not need impartial. We need partial." "A good proposal, Kalira and Alistair, but Viceroy L'hnnar's point is extremely compelling. Let me propose a mediation," Euphemia says coolly, opening her hands. "Three persons nominated by the leaders who have already committed will inspect Nar Shaddaa impartially. If there are no objections, they will be chosen by majority vote--the collective wisdom of us all. We can choose anyone we want. I'm sure we won't be able to inspect Nar Shaddaa right now, however, as I suspect that could take days." “If I may?" Kalira says, glancing to Euphemia before continuing, "I didn't mean impartial to slavery. I meant as politically impartial as possible." She actually gives Vordo one of those 'eyes-wide' looks at his response and manages to not let her jaw drop at the notion of being an inspector. "I don't think that the destruction of the traffic in sentient flesh is a political matter," Effie objects with a slight frown, "but that's merely a quibble. What say you to three majority-chosen inspectors, Kalira?" Vordo the Hutt shrugs. "I shall be quite glad to hear of the suggested trio." Euphemia's nostrils flare. "I'm sure everyone can nominate three, and we can see who gets the most votes. You will be eligible to nominate when you commit yourself, Vordo." Kalira is silent for a moment, turning over the equations of this dialogue before saying, "I should clarify my own remark, please. I mean politically neutral with regards to Republic worlds versus Black worlds versus corporate worlds, etcetera, if such a thing is even possible. It is a truism that having our own political leanings will make us less impartial with regards to the activities of our neighbors. However," and she nods first to L'hnnar then to Euphemia again, "you speak true. The issue of traffic in sentient flesh is NOT a political manner, merely the administration of the .. uniform code against slavery may well fall victim to such .. challenges," and from the way she's phrased this it's clear she's thinking her way through each spoken word. "I think that majority chosen inspectors is a good idea. But, further, I would move that these inspectors be selected via ballot, and not verbal at that." Vordo the Hutt says, "Nar Shaddaa is fully committed to the general goal of doing away with slavery, and we will be glad to examine and almost certainly sign any formal documents stating as such once they are fully ratified and complete." Bail stands and bows humbly. "Forgive me, Lady Bellamy, but I am needed on Alderaan. If necessary, I and my fellow Alderaanians are willing to inspect whomever and wherever is necessary as honest parties interested only in peace and freedom. Please let me know. May the Force be with you all." Effie nods quietly to Kalira. "Or, as you suggest that there are three major political interests at stake, we could nominate a Black, a Republic representative, and a corporate representative. Secret ballot? I have no objections to such a course." She curtseys to Organa. "But of course, Majesty." "I would move that this is done publicly and not by ballot. For respect, honor, and most importantly: expedience," Viceroy L'hnnar murmurs smoothly after he nods to Kalira. As Bellamy speaks he smirks but nods his head, "Very well. For the record I Do not agree, at all, but will concede. And one from each region is not necessarily a bad idea." Bail Organa leaves the Council Chambers out to the Tower Landing. Vordo the Hutt says, "I nominate Kalira, Richard Tan, and Chas." Anneke looks back up from her datapad, seeming to have heard that something else that might require her to actually speak has come up. So she starts to watch, paying more attention than she was before. "The Super Great One wants a voice vote," Euphemia says gently. "An excellent idea. I second Chas for the inspection of Nar Shaddaa." Euphemia Bellamy looks thoughtful, seeming to want to think about the other two nominations. When his name is mentioned, Chas blinks a moment but for now remains silent. Clearly letting the others speak. "Thiiiird." Anneke calls out, somewhat languidly, almost as though it were a yawn instead of her speaking. Or the combination of the two. Alistair Bellamy glances briefly at Anneke and smiles. Richard Tan blinks and looks up, "..." and he sits there and listens. Kalira's mouth opens, then closes, and she tries hard not to look like a stunned trout before saying, "Worlds from the Rim should get a vote too, though it would make it an even number which begs the question of a tie breaker or a fifth .. nominee. My apologies for over complicating things." She nods toward Chas, "I'll add my voice to nominations for Chas and Richard Tan and add in Akurel, though he is absent from this meeting, for I feel that he is one of the most learned beings I've encountered and may well provide that extra insight." Richard Tan blinks and looks up, "..." and he sits there and listens and nods, "I agree with Chas on the investigation team. L'hnnar is quiet for quite some time. He looks down to the half-smoked cigarra in his hand, hmms, and then brings his attention back up. "I second the nomination of Chief Kressen as well," he murmurs. "I also vote for Anneke Kitaran and Alistair Bellamy. This may not coincide with each segment being represented, but it is my vote regardless." Natalia merely listens, a glance flicked to Chas being her only reaction. "I will second Alistair Bellamy and Anneke Kitaran," Euphemia says, inclining her head. Vordo the Hutt says, "I probably should have clarified this earlier, but the purpose behind my nomination of Kalira and Richard Tan is that Kalira is a trained medical doctor and Richard Tan is an engineer. Generally speaking, inspections involve some modicum of scientific endeavour, so it would seem to me that it is wise to choose those with the relevant training. Chas was my choice because as I well know from when I ran Dantooine, it is almost entirely an agrarian farming community. Chas will have plenty of experience dealing with manual laborers, which is what the majority of freed slaves on Nar Shaddaa have been recently employed at." The Senator from Vanix voices no comment, simply allowing his gaze to travel from speaker to speaker. With a cough Chas raises his hand "As it appears that I may be one of the chosen, I shall defer my voting on the other two. I am sure with all the esteemed present that whom ever is decided will be fine." He leans back, a smile to Natalia as he does. As Vordo speaks he nods to the Hutt. Anneke looks like a tauntaun in the headlights suddenly. Going really pale. Eyes wide, horrified. Why is she being voted for? This seems to stun her. "Um, I... I nominate His Majesty, seconding his own vote for himself earlier." Anneke says, quickly, trying to deflect it from herself. "He's far more loved in the Galaxy.""And for the other two, Ms. Kitaran?" Euphemia asks. Kalira again starts to say something and pauses, then nods, albeit a bit reluctantly at Vordo's reasoning, for it is linear. Even if she's not sure she'd be any good at inspecting anything. Euphemia Bellamy orders Army of Vanix Unit 12 to let Akurel pass. Akurel arrives through the Marble Doors from the Tower Landing. Richard Tan looks and just sits there as he thinks and ponders. Euphemia Bellamy gazes around the room, resting her hands behind her back now. "Now," she says mildly, "let us continue our votes. Whoever has not voted, please make your votes known and heard." Kalira again starts to say something and pauses, then nods, albeit a bit reluctantly at Vordo's reasoning, for it is linear. Even if she's not sure she'd be any good at inspecting anything. Gand says, "Hm. Richard Tan, Kalira, and Akurel." "Oh! I second Akurel. He'd be good at it and like doing it." Anneke says quickly after she hears Gand's nominations. Euphemia, standing behind a large desk and cooly staring across the room, says, "Naga Vao of Ryloth? Richard Tan himself? We must hear your votes on this matter." Richard Tan looks and thinks as he goes over who has been nominated. "I vote for Akurel, Chas and Kalira," he says simply. Kalira reiterates, "Chas, Richard Tan and Akurel," for her votes, stubbornly insisting that Akurel would be a valuable member to any such body. Akurel seems to walk in as if on some sort of celestial cue, though an accolade of celestial trumpets would probably be off key for the way his amber gaze falls upon the various souls, weighing them in turn and setting aside any private judgments for himself. An aide whispers in his ear as he takes a seat, seemingly to brief the Whiphid on those events that transpired before his arrival. Three fingered hands bearing great claws fold as the behemoth settles himself. Euphemia Bellamy orders Army of Vanix Unit 12 to let Pesiro pass. A whisper to Chas then as Akurel enters Natalia rises from her seat and makes for the door in a quiet ripple of robes, hood drawn up as she disappears outside. Natalia whispers to Chas. Pesiro arrives through the Marble Doors from the Tower Landing. Alistair Bellamy nods slowly at times, his face a mask. Natalia leaves the Council Chambers out to the Tower Landing. Anneke continues to sit there quietly, sitting there and biting her lower lip which everything goes on. A nervous expression, probably hoping that that nomination of her is quickly forgotten. Chas, looking a bit worried, nods as Natalia whispers and gets up to leave. He pauses for only a moment, stands himself "Excuse, but a matter has come up, I find that I will have to head to Dantooine. As I said, all the names mentioned so far are good with me. I shall leave the final selections up to you all and await your judgment on the matter." "Thank you, Mr. Kressen. I hope everything is all right on Dantooine. May the Force be with you." Euphemia curtseys to Chas. She waits a decent moment, and then says, "Would Alistair Bellamy enter names into nomination? Let us finish the deliberations." The marble doors open as Chas begins to stand. The Sullust President makes his way into this crowded chamber with a bit of a raised brow at the large group present. Pesiro keeps his distance for the moment, laying back to catch the tone and topic of the conversation as it stands to see what he might have missed. Chas leaves the Council Chambers out to the Tower Landing. The Vanixian raises an eyebrow. "I support the nominations of Chas Kressen and Kalira Valen. At the risk of sounding immodest, I will favor myself as representative of the Republic in this inspection." "Immodest? Maybe," Kalira murmurs, "but refreshingly honest." Akurel rises after a heavy moment. His hands grip the table as he seems to stare off into the void as if searching for something, and then his expression softens a moment as it falls upon the Lady Mediator. "I have a question, Lady Bellamy. What, at last count, was the number of clones counted amongst the armed forces of the Black Imperium?" Euphemia Bellamy rolls her eyes. "Not this again," she says with an elaborate sigh. "My clones are free to go at any time, even freer than the average protocol droid is, and much freer than the average pet dog, or pet nerf, or other comparable life-form. I had a delicious nerf steak last night," she adds reflectively. "Murder? Please limit your present-day attentions to the matter of trafficking in sentient flesh, Mister Akurel, and not to the nature of my mindless genetically engineered, obedient, and docile weapons." The Whiphid folds his arms, his coat concealing his white armor as he looks at the assembly. "I merely ask because I have been called impartial. In point of fact, this is not so. I despise and loathe those who keep slaves with an utter passion, and I find the difference between a person forced into slavery and a life created for no purpose other than mindless adoration and the genocide of those who their masters deem the enemy."Akurel says, "You created flesh for genocide, beings with a soul and a heart even if their mental faculties are limited." Gand says, "Hear hear." Vordo the Hutt chortles agreeably. "Wata chik bolla." Euphemia Bellamy leans forward, elbows on her desk, and raises both eyebrows. "Let's ignore, for the moment, the genesis of the clones and consider what you're saying. So you are telling me that I created weapons of mass destruction which kill on command, destroy my enemies with absolute abandon, and will stop at nothing--weapons of unprecedented effectiveness and savagery. And let's presume you think I'm willing to use them--otherwise, why create them?" She grins, but there's nothing pleasant in the grin. "And you want to call me out on it?" Alistair Bellamy remains with his arms folded, silently pensive. Well, time for Anneke to sink back into her seat again. Her hand rising to her forehead to massage it with the palm of her hand. Then she takes a deep breath, nervousness over it. Akurel steps forward. "You expect beings of reason to laud you as a Madonna? the Celestial Mother of Freedom? The war is not been over so long, the bodies not buried or burned so long that you can ask any one of us to forget that. The fact that you have crafted or at the very least been willing to employ beings ENGINEERED to be machines of slaughter makes any premise you make to be on the side of virtue laughable. I call you for a hypocrite, a glorified fascist who wishes to rewrite history." He then turns towards the assembly and bows deeply. "The willingness of so many to finally stand against the pestilence of human trafficking is laudable, and I do applaud the willingness of any who stand against it." Akurel then points a single finger at Euphemia. "But do not let this one presume to stand in any such august body. I call you slaver for the fact that you willingly employ beings with only limited capacity of will, no true ability to protest their foul use." "Do you applaud anyone who wishes to bring new genetic creations onto the Galactic scene, for any form of servitude? Such as Vordo the Hutt wishes to do, Mister Durandel?" Viceroy L'hnnar inquires, brow raised, green eyes moving from the Hutt at the back of the room and to the Whipid. "The general assembly should be reminded that we are not here to discuss the past," Alistair explains, his voice perfectly calm, "but the future. The clones do not fall under the category of slaves because they serve willingly. If you wish to explore the philosophical ramifications of that in your own time, I invite you to. For now, we are gathered here to see an end to the trafficking of unwilling servants." Vordo the Hutt nods agreeably. "I would like to change my Richard Tan vote to Akurel, he sounds plenty fired up enough to carry the issue through." The Hutt chortles at Dash. "Ho ho ho, I would pledge to avoid using genetically engineered species at all if the other powers present would do the same." Kalira makes that expression, again, of a fish that just landed accidentally on the side of the river bed and gets smacked with a stick as a result by some lucky fisherman who just happened to be around when it happened. She stares up at Akurel, managing to get her jaw to shut again after a moment of stunned open-mouthed astonishment. Euphemia steps quietly forward, her petticoats ruffling softly as she advances. "Why not take it a step further?" she says sweetly, opening her hands. "Demonstrate the physical courage of your convictions, Whiphid. I'm just one little human girl, and you're obviously not afraid of earning my ire. This is Vanix, so please, feel free to be brave." "If anyone else happens to agree with this Whiphid," Euphemia murmurs, in a sweet voice that carries, "by all means, speak up now. Don't let him stand alone if you believe in him. And don't let his pointless hot air be the end of it; carry his empty words into meaningful actions." Anneke's hands both rise to massage her temples now. She seems a bit... almost depressed by the happenings. Then again, Anneke's always depressed so that might not be new! Her head just shakes back and forth as she cants her gaze towards the ground. "How about not at all, Hutt? As Senator Bellamy said, we're discussing the future and not the past. I may not like the clones, but I would like even more of them being brought forward even less. How about you start there, as furthering your issue about slaves and disgust with those that already exist, and boycott the creation of future generations, hmm?" L'hnnar smirks and falls silent as he hears Bellamy return the Whipid's words. He turns back, chuckling quietly, and watches the exchange. Richard Tan speaks up, "Since we are here talking about slaves, I think that we should go back to that subject and once we are done with that, we can talk about the past and how to correct what was done," he says. "Right now, slavers are running their cargo to places while we are debating," he adds. COMBAT: You experience a gentle feeling and receive a vision: Euphemia giving you a sudden grateful look. You think of Euphemia Bellamy ... "I, for one, have not made any clones nor any genetically engineered species. In fact, upon discovering them on my planet, I was bloody furious and am GLAD that they were most expediently removed. And, further, to my shame, discovering another small group of them on a ship that I inherited from my brother, I had them removed immediately. I have no qualms about taking such a vow," Kalira interjects. "And while Akurel's points are well made, and there are many things in which I would find worthy of discussion at a later date, the Lady Mediator has shown time again that her goals and objects are to push forward for a universe in which we can all have an equal voice and attempt to pick right from wrong. Which is why we are here, ladies and gentlemen. Not to re-fight a war. I move that we get back to the topic at hand." Euphemia Bellamy orders Army of Vanix Unit 12 to let Raziel pass. After Richard makes his comment, the Sullust President steps forward toward the table and speaks up. "I would have to agree with my engineer counterpart. Your bickering is getting the galaxy nowhere. Now, what is the current measure on the table the delegates are determining?" Pesiro attempts to swing the conversation away as well. The Whiphid pauses a moment, arching an eyebrow at the aide who holds his carbine. The man brings it to the Whiphid willingly as Akurel runs his fingers across it. "A clone is not a willing servant. You cannot create willingness to serve simply out of tweaks of the genetic code. It is an abomination, a heresy against the rights of all species to reason and to have the right to decide their own fate. The general assembly is not flightless birds, Mister Bellamy, that they can pretend that events did not happen. Disband your clone armies and the means to their creation; employ soldiers who are not bound by genetic compulsion, and I shall withdraw my objection." Akurel steps closer to Euphemia and places his hand gently on her shoulder. "Ask yourself, my child, are they truly swayed by the right of your words, or fear of your fleets and armies? This is a place of peace, I have my right to espouse the opinions of my constituents and my followers. I answer to God, I answer to the people, and while I will not attack you, you are welcome to attempt to strike me down." Akurel says, "Go on, my child. Prove me right...strike me down if you cannot tolerate a voice of dissent." Alistair Bellamy's eyes widen as Akurel approaches Euphemia, immediately rising from his chair, a single hand going to the hilt of his sheathed crysblade. "I will invite you, sir, to remove your hand from my mother and the ruling Princess of this world," he states coldly. "Then we shall continue the discussion." Euphemia begins to laugh aloud. "This is Vanix, you ridiculous furball," she says, raising a hand contemptuously as if to brush off the Whiphid's paw. "You're perfectly welcome to back up your words with blows, and in fact, having now insulted me, you are an honorless oaf if you don't strike me down. Or back off and don't presume to posture on my good faith. You know perfectly well that since you're here as a guest, I will not strike a blow against you; otherwise, you'd certainly lack the nerve to trumpet your lies. You seem unable to demonstrate courage of convictions except against defenseless old men, Akurel. Sit down and be silent until you have something to say that doesn't smack of charlatanism and cowardice." Richard Tan loosk and sighs as he approaches, "Akurel, calm down," he states. "This is no way to react at a moment like this," he adds. "Whatever is wrong, can be resolved after this, but we have more important matters to deal with," he states to him. "And this is not the way to resolve this," he says. "We are here to talk, not fight." Anneke has just canted her head back to stare towards the ceiling, sighing as she watches it. She seems resigned to just letting all of this play out like there is nothing at all that she can do about it. Gand's breathing mask huffs a puff of ammonia. Raziel arrives through the Marble Doors from the Tower Landing. A rustle of purple silk embroidered with cloth-of-gold heralds the rather unassuming entrance of a taller Falleen male, chin lifted a notch or two into the air as yellow eyes -- flecked brilliantly with reds and greens -- remain wide and open and take in the Vanixian High Council chambers. Raziel has a force pike, black with archaic script in gold, strapped to his back; a crysblade is in a gilded sheathe at his side, and as he parts through the Vanixian soldiers a faint halfsmile touches his lips. The scene before him causes just the slightly tilt of his head to one side, though Raziel doesn't move to take a seat. Instead, a step or two is taken -- eversolightly -- in Alistair's direction while a glance is given between the two Bellamys, and then toward Akurel. He's, rather, still across the chamber, however, and doesn't seem to be doing much more than watching. Vordo the Hutt is just lounging around trying to find some snacks under his desk. Akurel shrugs. "Your slings and arrows mean nothing to me, fascist empress. Call me an oaf and a furball and a coward, it is only the words of Heaven and of the people that matter to me. I do not need a blaster to know my words are true, and ultimately it is the judgement of Heaven that matters. Dominatus Mortis, Euphemia...free and cease the construction of your biological slaves, that is all that I ask." To Euphemia's accusations of his convictions, he seems to clasp the carbine held before him. "Do I really need to shoot you, my child? I think I do not. I think that history will destroy your blasphemies more effectively than I could ever dream. This is a slavery conference, and I have asked you to free yours." Effie seems abruptly to lose interest in Akurel, returning to her desk. "We will return to the question at hand without irrelevant interruptions. Pesiro Nonobi, please nominate three persons to inspect Nar Shaddaa for compliance with our demands that the slave trade cease." The moment Euphemia brushes Akurel's paw off, Alistair seems to ease a bit, though he still keeps his hand over the hilt of his crysblade. "Whipid, by coming here and starting quarrels, you are proving a hindrance to the process that was begun and very peacefully continued until your arrival. I suggest you sit down and allow us to finish our business. No one came here to hear your preach." As the Princess of Vanix drops the matter, so does the adopted Bellamy almost automatically, turning to offer her a polite bow and moving to retake his seat. Pesiro approaches the big Whiphid. "Mr. Durendel. I suggest finding your seat and talking about slavery issues in the galaxy. The clones are a completely different issue. I agree with their need to be removed from the galaxy, but one issue at a time, and this meeting was not called regarding that issue. Biological weapons are a completely different category of their own." The Sullust President looks over at the Vanixians. "Three individuals to inspect Nar Shaddaa? I have no interest in nominating individuals, only voting upon the nominees." Waiting until the lady mediator and many others are returned to their seats, Kalira finally regains her own, a pensive frown settling on her face for the moment. Dash snorts contemptuously and shakes his head. He readjusts the repeater in its specialty sling, pulls his cape to the side and reclaims his seat. He crushes the cherry of his cigarra out against his left gauntlet and rolls his eyes. Unbelievable," he mutters quietly. Raziel seems to lose interest with one last glance toward the Whiphid as the paw is removed from Euphemia's shoulder, and the Falleen continues toward as near to the front as he can get without really being in the front at all; more to the left, as well, so off to the side and toward one of the walls. Curiosity mixed with the faintest touch of amusement are evident on flawless features. Anneke takes a deep breath and looks back towards the front. She looks a lot more tired now. But at least she's turned her attention back to her datapad and whatever means it was used for to entertain her! Gand turns its head slightly to follow the vaugely reptillian humanoid, the lights of the castle glittering on it's alien, multifaceted eyes. The breathing mask rasps and exhudes a small puff of ammonia vapor. Kalira whispers to Dash L’hnnar. Euphemia Bellamy gives the Sullustan president a cool look. "As you please, President Nonobi. The current nominees are Mr. Durandal, Mr. Bellamy, King Organa, Anneke Kitaran, Mr. Kressen, Ms. Valen, and Mr. Tan. Mr. Durandal's competence to do anything but talk being a matter of some controversy, and his ability to distinguish the issues being suspect, I invite anyone who would prefer not to see such little outbursts on Nar Shaddaa to reconsider their votes." Richard Tan looks and returns to his seat, once he sees that there will not be a fight as Effie talks and he looks around and thinks as he types on a datapad. Dash L’hnnar whispers to Kalira Valen. Vordo the Hutt makes some woo-woo eyes over at Kalira and Dash. Kalira rests her hands in her lap again, fingers laced, legs extended forward and crossed at her ankles while she observes the proceedings. She leans towards L'hnnar and speaks quietly until Euphemia speaks again. She falls silent at this point, hearing the list of nominees voiced and shakes her head slightly. Kalira Valen whispers to Dash L’hnnar. "Logical fallacy: any living being forced through indenture or programming is a slave. As the largest slave population in the Galaxy is not considered chattel, I ask that my name be stricken from the running. The Compact has put its blood and credits on the line for emancipation long before this conference, and will continue to do so." Akurel says after much contemplation. A blunted spear perhaps to be taken and resharpened. Alistair Bellamy does not turn to Akurel as he speaks again, keeping his gaze upon Pesiro, his arms once more folded. Akurel says, "I've crossed swords with sorcerors and slavers while you were still slaughtering guardsmen, Bellamy. Come with something a little more compelling if you wish to belittle my name." COMBAT: Akurel wields his Masterwork SoroSuub A33 Blaster Carbine. "Would Kalira, Gand, Anneke, and Richard Tan care to select some other individual," Euphemia says smoothly, drumming her fingertips on the desk. The Corellian leader nods sagely, his eyes looking towards the Whipid studiously as he leans back in to quietly respond to Tatooine's Headwoman. Gand says, "No." Dash L’hnnar whispers to Kalira Valen. Richard Tan looks and blinks as he thinks. "I will have to suggest Gand than," he states. "Gand has a way with talking and disarming a situation. Anneke just seems dumbstruck by this. Gand says, "This Gand cannot really inspect this Gand's own planet and produce results this group would consider acceptable, surely?" The Sullust President sighs at Akurel. "You need to learn to take small steps in order to go great distances," Pesiro comments to the Whipid. His eyes widen under his protective visor, assumign it is possible as the Whipid puts his hand upon his weapon. "Put that away," he orders Akurel in no uncertain terms. Pesiro glances at Euphemia and speaks, "I would vote for Mr. Kressen, Mr. Tan, and Ms. Kitaran." He moves between the Vanixian delegates and the Whipid. "Be civil, the both of you." "Don't worry," Euphemia says blandly, "we're just nominating inspectors for Nar Shaddaa. We'll come to Frashkart when we come to it." A slender-fingered hand moves down toward the crysblade at his side, intertwining around the hilt of the blade and resting there as Raziel watches the proceedings. His index finger taps twice against the scabbard as he watches, taking a moment or two before leaning up against the nearby wall rather casually. His other hand moves toward his belt, hooking a thumb under and around it, as his facial features fall rather slack with a force lack of emotion. Still, eyes remain on the talks! Alistair Bellamy remains a silent spectator. "Bail, Chas, and Senator Bellamy." Anneke suddenly says, looking and sounding the tauntaun in the headlights now, her words coming out quite rapidly. Akurel stands and contemplates the Sullustan President. Finally his weapon is pushed back into the hands of his aide. "With faith, all things are possible. Of all the daggers plunged in the carcass of Liberty, the ones wielded by this assemblage hurt the greatest. Mr. Kressen, Ms. Valen, Mr. Nenobi are my nominees." A heavy exhalation as he walks out of the assembly, the protestations of his few followers at this assembly quite loudly heard as they exit the hallway. Akurel leaves the Council Chambers out to the Tower Landing. "The Whiphid lacks a vote," Euphemia says mildly, "but since he voted only for winners ... seems we have a tie. Chas Kressen, Kalira Valen, Richard Tan, and Alistair Bellamy will form the inspection brigade for Nar Shaddaa." Pesiro watches the Whipid leave the chambers with a frown across his wide lips. After taking a deep breath, he finds himself a seat. "I move to make that group the permanent inspectors for this round of worlds. It would provide consistency in reporting and investigation techniques used." The Vanixian Senator inclines his head, accepting the task in respectful silence. Richard Tan nods his head as well, "This will be interesting," he says to them as he looks at the other two who are here. Euphemia Bellamy smiles very slightly, saying nothing now, watching the others with cool, watchful eyes. Anneke lets out a sigh of relief. It's soft, hopefully not heard by many. But the relief does show on her countenance and in her posture. Vordo the Hutt lounges around. One of her guards slips in, whispering something to Anneke, and via a datapad transmission she sends to the presiding sorts that she is needed on Taanab and must go. So she then slips out as quickly and indiscreetly as she can. Anneke leaves the Council Chambers out to the Tower Landing. Kalira takes a deep breath of her own, "Another linear argument. I would stipulate that the members of this inspection team have the right to opt out of their position after a reasonable measure of time and either nominate someone else to take their place or put the whole thing back to another round of voting. and no, I don't say this with the intention to opt out as soon as possible. I'm a doctor, and this sort of thing does fall within the intent of my oaths." Euphemia inclines her head to Kalira, shrugging. "One might just as well argue, however, that because conditions for each world are liable to be unique, a unique inspection team would be appropriate. Regardless, this meeting will be adjourned, and inspections of Nar Shaddaa will commence at the inspectors' convenience. We will meet to discuss the findings in one week." Vordo the Hutt slides on towards the door and points beyond. Another doctor is seated not far from Kalira, nodding at her words. Felicia's grey and pin-striped suit is impeccable, just her blonde hair has been tied up rather messily at the nape of her neck. Pesiro shrugs his shoulders as his motion does not enter a vote. As Lady Bellamy gavels the event to a close, Pesiro stands and starts to make his way for the door. Alistair Bellamy rises the moment the meeting is adjourned, turning to Kalira and Richard. "In a few days, then? We can keep in touch to set up a convenient time for all of us? Or would you prefer separate inspections?" Pesiro leaves the Council Chambers out to the Tower Landing. "Joint inspections would be idea, traveling as a group at an unannounced time," Kalira suggests before she eyes the time and says, "I must go, I do apologize. I can be reached easily through the government office on Tatooine," she says and, with a wave moves away from Alistair and Richard to retrieve her jacket from her chair and speaks briefly to L'hnnar before moving from the room. Kalira whispers to Dash L’hnnar. Kalira leaves the Council Chambers out to the Tower Landing. L'hnnar stands and bows his head to Kalira. "Of course, Headwoman Valen," he murmurs before looking to a few others in the assemblage and, finally, Euphemia Bellamy. Euphemia Bellamy glides toward the door. Euphemia Bellamy leaves the Council Chambers out to the Tower Landing. Dash L’hnnar leaves the Council Chambers out to the Tower Landing. Vordo the Hutt leaves the Council Chambers out to the Tower Landing. Gand rasps, "Well. That was about as tedious as could be expected. Have a good day." Alistair Bellamy nods at Kalira, then glances at the Falleen and approaches him. "Lord Raziel." Gand ambles towards the door. Gand leaves the Council Chambers out to the Tower Landing. And, as the summit winds down to nearly nothing, Raziel remains leaning against the wall in a rather lazy sort of way. His chin drops a touch toward Alistair. "Sir Alistair of House Bellamy. Interesting meeting, I hope? I am rather afraid I only chanced to catch the end of it." Richard Tan looks and nods to people as he leaves as well, "Good evening everyone." he says to them as he exits.
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