Star Wars: Episode VII: Twilight of the Light Force

Twilight of the Light Force

A Change has happened

In this one, well, one could not say precisely what did.

But whereas thirty-two years ago the Sith should have instigated the Battle of Naboo, they never did.

Instead, the Republic stood.

Reformers swept aside the powers of the corporations; made the capital a roving one, bring affluence to all parts of the galaxy; the Republic Defence Force was instituted, a small force supplemented by Jedi, clones and Corellians; Chancellor Bail Organa started the True Republic, harkening back to the High Republic Era of three centuries ago.



True Chancellor Bail Organa and the First Lady, Queen Breha Organa

Even in the Unknowns, unity arose when a hive minded Croke personality arose and conquered the Terrors, bringing the civility to the region besides the Chiss Empire. Fear nearly drove the galaxy to war two years ago, but peace triumphed. With the technology of the Unknowns, hyperdrives improved, allowing ships to travel further with a new fuel, Stygium, found on the ancient world of Exegol. Now scouts can reach for the satellite galaxies, bringing alliances and opportunity.

It is perfect.

It is peace.

A reality basking in the Light.

How is perfection for you, in this world?

Extract from the Holocron of Heresy​

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This is an Epitaph of Twilight game, a multiverse AU where the Sith were mysteriously defeated before the Battle of Naboo. Without them, true reform saved the Republic, bringing long-lasting peace to the galaxy.

It is a happy ending.

For anyone born in this era, they lived; for anyone who died, they did not; for anyone who rose on the backs of others, they could not.

It is the thousandth anniversary or the Republic.

The nineteenth anniversary of the True Republic.

The year would have been 0 BBY/ABY, a timeline away.

Welcome to your happy ending.

 

The New Timeline

32 BBY - Chancellor Valorum is impeached for corruption, and replaced by Bail Organa

24 BBY - The Separatist Crisis begins at the Raxus Address

19 BBY - the years long negotiations come to an end, with Chancellor transforming the Republic into the True Republic with a new federalism. Senators are considerably more powerful than before but more directly scrutinised

0 BBY - the nineteenth anniversary of the True Republic is transformed into a galactic event with the request of the Hapes Cluster to rejoin the Republic after three millennia

 

Character Sheet

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Note: The species of the Unknown Regions have been absorbed into the Croke Hive Mind. If you wish to play any character from the Unknown Regions (apart from the Chiss) do keep this in mind.

 

Rules

This is a continuation in the Epitaph of Twilight series. The Sages of Dwartii, lead by the Master of Many Names, have sought to manipulate time across Twilight of the Force, the Dark Reach Saga, and other games. Finally, eventually, it gave birth to this timeline…

One of Light.

Of a Happy Ending.

Open invitation to all players of the Epitaph arc.

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Dramatis Personae

Alexander Linnett by @TheSilentInfluence
Atin-Kot Kouwr by @darthbernael
Aryan Graul by @HanSolo29
Bail Organa by Sinrebirth
Barriss Ofee by @CosmoHender
Bellorum played by @Lady_Belligerent
Croke by @Mitth_Fisto
Finnefrael Ordwgal 'Feral' by darthbernael
Laylee Wyrock by darthbernael
Lylithe Kya by Sinrebirth
Madelyn Linnett by TheSilentInfluence
Maldael Fesh by darthbernael
Marana Sukarr by darthbernael
Mika'sai'Jeisel by Mitth_Fisto
Pedric Cuf by Sinrebirth
Renn Turon by darthbernael
Serenno Dooku by Sinrebirth
Tiberionel Ordwgal Tiber by darthbernael
Tarkin by darthbernael
Traer Lin by Sinrebirth
Vhardia Delphinium 'Turon' by @darthhelinith
Xundel by darthbernael
Zurros “The Judge” Myrthic by @Silvertough

 

Both Character Sheets GM Approved

Character Sheet

Name: Finnefrael Ordwgal, ‘Feral’


Age: 60 (In 0 BBY)
Species: Lexrullan demi-human
Personal Effects: Uniforms of a head of state and pilot as well, familial effects, a picture of Tiber’s family on one corner of his desk and a picture of his wife, Delta Ordwgal on the other corner, a bugout bag and blaster kept near him at all times
Personal Ship: Venator-class star destroyer Phoenix (Flagship of the LDF), jet black T-55 X Wing
Rank: Lord Protector of Lexrul/Admiral of Phoenix Corporation
Allegiance: Lexrul-Bakura Trade Association
Short Bio:
Besides his familial ties to Lexrul not much was known of Feral’s past, before Valorum was deposed. What little was known was that he’d, somehow, been involved in whatever happened to the disappearance of the Sith and their forces. He’d been a wing commander then and, when he returned to Lexrul, those who knew swiftly proclaimed him Lord Protector, ruler of their people. It aided him that Bail Organa had given his own approval of the move and soon he found himself ruler of his people.

He found that the Lexrullan Defense Force wasn’t always up to the task in the nearby sectors. With the aid of a brilliant young man he’d discovered from their people, Orson Krennic, he built up a private force that could, independently, come to the aid of those that needed it. The Separatist Crisis in 24 BBY proved his belief in needing that to be true as Bakura requested aid and he was able to bring his force there to assist them.

During the years of battle and stalemate he was pleased to find that his nephew and a young Bakuran were becoming closer. What surprised him, however, was when the two of them disappeared on a mission and a friend of the young woman, one Delta Oriana, found themselves growing close as they worked together to find the pair.

It took him time to be able to admit how he felt, time that almost cost him the love of his life. However, he did and even with her finding out he was the chief executive of not just his corporation but also his homeworld they grew even closer. With the end of the Separatist Crisis Bakura and Lexrul became a, separated by thousands of parsecs, Trade Association. His company continued to provide overall defense for both worlds and his nephew and Zara both were the leaders of that force, while he and Delta ruled Lexrul.

With the upcoming celebration, he had to decide whether a semi-independent star nation would attend the True Republic’s grand gala.

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Character Sheet:

Name: Tiberionel Ordwgal, ‘Tiber’


Age: 47 (In 0 BBY)
Species: Lexrullan demi-human
Personal Effects: Uniforms, wedding ring, familial effects, a stuffed purple Twi’lek on his flag office desk on his ship, familial pictures as well, his older model blaster rifle from when he was more just a fighter pilot, as well as his pilot’s survival bag
Personal Ship: Venator-clas star destroyer Bennu (Flagship of the Phoenix Corporation Private Military Company), T-65 X Wing painted flat black
Rank: Admiral of Phoenix Corporation (Day to day running of it with Zara Ordwgal)
Allegiance: Lexrul-Bakura Trade Association

Short Bio:
Tiber grew up as the scion of a family that had built a sector wide shipping company. Even so he had no interest in the business, even from a young age. Instead, he idolized his uncle, Feral. Which was to the annoyance of his parents as he was brought home by the Sativran City police or Lexrullan Defense Forces after he’d borrowed a ship or craft and gone flying. By the time he was 23, he was already a pilot in his uncle’s forces. Which was why he was aboard the Phoenix when Bakura called for aid. His uncle left his Prime Minister to handle daily affairs on Lexrul and took the Phoenix Corp ships to Bakura. Their aid helped the Bakurans stay out of the Separatist Crisis.

While there, some of the native Bakurans, including Zara Chrischa joined the fleet to defend their interests. With limited space, pilots needed to double up and she was quartered with Tiber. They got off to a rocky start, both strong personalities and he annoyed her for quite a time. It wasn’t until a call to her mother that things between them began to improve, a call that revealed that her mother and his uncle had been close once upon a time.

Over the years, and many missions including the one where they became stranded and married by the natives, the two became a couple. Eventually, the pair had reached almost as high as they could as pilots, him now leading his uncle’s forces and her as his executive officer. Not wanting to leave their daughter whenever they went from one world to the other she had her own bedroom in the Admiral’s suite on the Bennu. She schooled through the Net to her school on Bakura and spent time with the other officer’s kids when not learning or spending time with her parents.

The celebration was approaching and the odd unification of the Unknowns had them back on Bakura, making sure that the planet’s proximity to the UR did not cause strife just as the True Republic would begin celebrating.

 

https://boards.theforce.net/threads/twilight-of-the-light-force-ooc-thread.50059448/

 

All Sheets GM Approved

Character Sheet

Name: Laylee Wyrock ‘Wrenches’


Age: 55
Species: Lexrullan demi-human
Personal Effects: Usually found wearing tanktops, mechanics coveralls, boots, and a hat. Her prosthetic arm could be a personal effect; and her rucksack style toolbox, and massive wrench are never far from her
Rank: Sergeant Major but still prefers turning wrenches to paperwork
Allegiance: Lexrul-Bakura Trade Association

Short Bio:

Laylee began her career following the city boy, Feral, into the Lexrullan forces. She was his plane captain, his crew chief, taking care to make sure the man always had a working fighter and that any damage was swiftly repaired. He seemed to be one of the few that could put up with her abrasive personality so it was natural that she joined Phoenix Corporation when he created it.

She took part in the assistance at Bakura, had volunteered as she remembered the redhead who had been close to the city boy years before. However, with Feral now more in overall command, she ended up as Tiber’s crew chief. It added a little to the tension between him and Zara, as Laylee was certainly protective of the family but, over time, she grew to like the Twi’lek woman, sharing sarcastic expressions between them.

Over the years, she rose in rank, until she was the head of all mechanics and plane captains for Phoenix. But, even with all the responsibility, she still took all the time she could, to be sure that Tiber’s and even Zara’s fighters were always in top form and ready, should they need it. Politics and the galactic situation were beyond her care, all that mattered was making sure that family was fine and they never suffered because of anything to do with their fighters.

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Character Sheet

Name: Tarkin


Age: 85
Species: Eriaduan human
Personal Effects: A mix of dress suits and uniforms, depending on the situation. A personal blaster kept in a holster on one hip and a dagger on the other. As well, his wedding band, something he unconsciously spins on his finger when thinking, reminding him of his wife, Jori
Rank: Head of the Eriaduan Quintad
Allegiance: True Republic

Short Bio:

Over the years, from the time in the Program and the beginnings of what developed with the Kuat of Kuat, Jori Atreus, Tarkin rose to higher and higher prominence. The Separatist Crisis, especially, was a boon to both Eriadu and the Tarkin family as they remained loyal to the Republic throughout. What added to that prominence and the Tarkin family wielding the control in the Quintad was his marriage to the Kuat of Kuat as well as his nephews, Gideon and Wilhuff rising high in the ranks of the Republic military.

When the Saarai’kaar joined the pair, their power in the nearby sectors increased as well and they were some of the first to happily proclaim the True Republic when it was announced. They showed true loyalty to Bail Organa and appreciated that all that the Chancellor did to grow and make the Republic a peaceful and well ordered polity. The two worlds provided troops and craft for the Republic and the Jen’saarai added a second order of Force users to assist with the military.

With the upcoming celebration, it was almost expected that he and Jori, Marana as well, and their granddaughter, would visit the capital and be by Bail’s side to show their support. They had discussed it with the others, their friends and political leaders at the recent wedding of the Neti ambassador to the Republic and all intended to be present.

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Character Sheet:

Name: Marana Sukarr


Age: 54
Species: Human
Personal Effects: Golden Jensaarai armor, Dark, silk like clothes when not in battle, Golden bladed lightsaber, a brace of daggers in various locations, a blaster
Rank: Saarai’kaar
Allegiance: True Republic, Jen’saarai at Susevfi

Short Bio:

Nikkos Tyris created the Jen’saarai in the years before the disappearance of the Sith. He felt the Jedi were too restrictive and not open to the idea of balance as the ancient Jedi had been. Marana was one of his Jen’saarai knights and followed him into battle when they chose to assist the Jedi in removing the Sith from the galaxy. His fall, in that campaign, left her as the new Saarai’kaar, leading their people.

She still felt as he did and, over the years, the Jen’saarai thrived, becoming an almost competing Order to the Jedi in the galaxy. As well, she ventured through the Republic, especially as the Jen’saarai assisted in the Separatist Crisis. That event let her meet both Tarkin and Jori Atreus, a pivotal moment in her life.

Feeling an affinity with the pair, and understanding the deep relationship of the two, she offered Kuat and Eriadu the protection of the Jen’saarai, to supplement their forces. The three worlds worked together, Eriadu especially supplying the Jen’saarai craft, from fighters to small capital ships so that they could fulfill those duties they saw as theirs, ones they felt they could resolve with more equanimity than the Jedi.

With the upcoming celebrations she was beginning to feel some amusement as it, most likely, meant that she and the Grandmaster of the Jedi would be in each other’s company on more than one occasion. These thoughts filled her mind as she prepared to leave the recent wedding of another friend, the Ambassador of the Neti to the Republic.

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Character Sheet

Name: Renn Turon


Age: Over 4000 years old
Species: Neti
Personal Effects: Due to being a shapeshifter Renn has no need for garments as he can alter his form to appear to wear them if he so desires. As a shapeshifter, he can appear in any form he desires but most often appears humanoid with brown skin and hair, yellow-green eyes, and a rounded hump where his nose would be. He does, however, have a ring chosen by his wife, Vhardia, that he wears, no matter his form.
Rank: Neti Ambassador to the True Republic
Allegiance: Neti

Short Bio:

With Ryyk having survived, the star never exploding, Renn lived for millennia among his people. The Great Sith War had caused him catastrophe in the past and it lived with him for many, many centuries. However, one day, his life changed for the better. That day came in the form of the human woman, Vhardia, arriving at Ryyk. Over time they grew closer and were eventually wed.

His people barely registered the disappearance of the Sith, they were only peripherally involved, those Neti who had become Jedi were the ones who reported the news to them. Likewise, they had preferred to act as negotiators as the Separatist Crisis occurred. The rise of the True Republic was a boon to them, heralding in peace.

Ren was still pondering all that had occurred at the recent renewal of vows between Helinith and him, family and friends having gathered to witness it. He had a feeling that, as the Ambassadors to the Republic from his people, he and his wife would be invited to the celebration of the rise of the True Republic. Which also made him wonder what had truly happened in the Unknown Regions. But, that was not his concern, not yet. What was was whether their son would be an issue, with his rambunctiousness, when they headed to the capital of the Republic.

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Character Sheet

Name: Maldael Fesh


Age: 130
Species: Sephi
Personal Effects: Two Golden bladed lightsabers, A pair of holdout blasters Czerka model 411, Several daggers, one in each boot, two crossed at the base of his spine, one in each sleeve of his cloak
Rank: Sephi King
Allegiance: True Republic

Short Bio:

The years had led Maldael from being a Jedi to leaving the Order to supporting his people even more. Eventually they led him to the throne, his good friend Alaric passing the throne to him when he passed.

He led his people into prosperity as he continued to research the Force, both Light and Dark. He believed that the true potential of Force users was in being as balanced as possible and he encouraged that in his fellow Sephi. When Bail became Chancellor, he and his people supported the new Chancellor. They stayed out of most galactic affairs, except as needed, when called upon.

The recent wedding had provided him a chance to talk to several of his old friends, causing them to renew their ties. Which made him wonder how each would respond when the upcoming celebration occurred, whether they would attend and how they would support the True Republic in it.

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Character Sheet

Name: Atin-Kot Kouwr


Age: 63
Species: Taung
Personal Effects: Robes and armor, Detachable double bladed, yellow colored lightsaber, Blaster rifle
Rank: Armorer of Bo Katan’s Old Ways Mandalorians
Allegiance: Mandalorian/True Republic

Short Bio:

Being the last of his kind, the species that the Mandalorians had emulated when they took on the aspect of the Taung, was a unique experience for Atin-Kot. When peace finally broke out between the two major factions of the Mandalorians Bo Katan offered him a special role. The Armorer was as much the spiritual leader of the Mandalorians as the Manda’lor was the political and war leader. In her opinion, who was better to teach and guide those who followed the old ways than one of the originals, the last who could teach them how the Taung had truly been.

It took him some time to grow used to the role but, aside from occasionally feeling like a figure on a pedestal to be emulated, he grew into his teaching role to assist in guiding the Mandalorians. Those following Bo Katan soon became as the Taungs had been, save for their physiology.

Which led to them being as close to special forces as existed, for the True Republic. Their honor system, though, kept them from becoming the marauding raiders they had once been, rather more and more flocked to their banners.

As he left the wedding of his old friend Renn, he had a feeling the next event that Bo would want him to be the face of the Mandalorians for would be the celebration of the formation of the True Republic.

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Character Sheet

Name: Xundel


Age: 450 or so
Species: Yoda species
Personal Effects: Greater Krayt Dragon Bone cane, various cloaks, a pack filled with various supplies he’d need when on any world, including various types of grenades and knives, astromech, Curved hilted, deep red (almost black) lightsaber, hidden shoto saber in the cane
Rank: Equivalent of a Jedi Master
Allegiance: Independent

Short Bio:

The years had been intense for Xundel. With the Unknowns being consolidated under one species he eventually moved all the research he’d been doing out of that region. He didn’t want to intrude upon a space that others had made their own. There were plenty of locales in the Knowns that allowed him to continue but it had eventually led to his leaving the Jedi Order, his own philosophy turning away from what they were teaching.

He’d returned to his homeworld, studying all his previous research and teaching those of his kind that came to him. Yoda and Yaddle probably weren’t that pleased with him for doing so but his kind had a tie to the Force that many did not and it couldn’t be helped that there were some who found his own beliefs more appealing.

However, that did not mean that he and Yoda were at odds. The recent wedding proved that well enough as they had gotten along as they were old friends. But now he had to wonder if he should attend the celebration of the True Republic’s formation anniversary.

 

GM Approved



Name: Aryan Graul; more universally known as Praxon
Age: 36
Species: Human
Personal Effects: Personal comlink and datapad; key fob to a private warehouse that houses his extensive starfighter collection; battered grav-ball cap with the logo of the Nubia Silver Streaks emblazoned on the front; a pair of blue thermal socks, which he stole from a holofilm set and considers a lucky charm
Rank: N/A
Allegiance: No true affiliation, though he leans toward the True Republic
Short Bio: Praxon is a famous holofilm actor known for his high critical acclaim, including the GCA’s (Galactic Critics Association) prestigious best actor Star Burst for his role as Tomas Murra in the holodrama Kallea’s Hope, in which he portrayed a troubled young man struggling to cope with drug addiction.

However, he was not always known for the serious arthouse films that often attracted the attention of the GCA elite. At the onset of his career, he carved a path to stardom by portraying the action hero Darrel Zero. The film became both a commercial and critical success, and he reprised the role in all subsequent films in the series that followed the adventures of the intrepid detective throughout the duration of the Clone Wars. It was a daunting task, but one that instantly brought him high esteem and solidified his status as a leading man.

In the years since his success with Kallea’s Hope, a portrayal that many considered a breath of fresh air from the action films that made him famous, Praxon has transitioned himself into pursuing more dramatic roles. He also has a love for the stage and most recently appeared in the dark comedy The Coronet Arms at Coruscant’s Globe Theatre. Nevertheless, he still has a heart for action and adventure and recently signed on to star in the mystery thriller The Guilty.


Promotional shot for the opening night of The Coronet Arms

Very little is known about his background and private life. Initially known by his stage name of Praxon, the public did not learn of his birth name until recent years when his popularity grew. He has now embraced Aryan Graul as his true persona, contributing to the mystic appeal that garnered him universal praise. He is a deeply famous man who regularly earns trillions of credits with his performances. His allure has also earned him the attention of female companionship; it is not unusual for him to have a woman on each arm.

Recently, rumors began to swirl, perpetuated by his sister Senator Kandri Graul of Nubia, that he has developed an interest in the political arena. Many pundits claim that he could run for office and easily become Chancellor due to his influence alone. He is such a household name across the expanse of Known Space that he could accumulate votes with a simple smile. It would be a landslide victory.

Only time will tell whether the rumors are true.

 

GM Approved

Character Sheet



Name: Bellorum
Age: 36
Species: Chiss/Human
Personal Effects:
A jewel case containing some family pieces that she never wears
6 - 12 cm Aurodium hair pins with needlepoint ends
Diamond diadem that drapes across her forehead and through her hair.

Dark violet shoto lightsaber modified to emit a wide tapered blade, glossy ebony outer casing rimmed with clear gemstones. Mandalorian Beskad, used in off-hand when dual wielding. A second lightsaber with a pure white blade, there is subtle scrollwork on the hilt.

Her Class II Star Destroyer Stardust that is outfitted as a luxury resort casino.

Rank: Business woman
Allegiance: she will align with any group that will net her a profit

Short Bio:

She keeps her early years private and has never shared the details publically.
Bellorum worked out of the lower levels of Coruscant for years, making deals buying and selling antiquities of the illegal variety. Her Star destroyer was acquired as payment for retrieving the kidnapped child of a prominent Hutt.

Bell is a profoundly dangerous force user. Currently the only living being with knowledge of Assimilation, the ability to permanently drain artifacts strong in the force to empower oneself, learned from the holocron of Soa. Formidable lightsaber duelist - favors Soresu form adapted to dual-wield technique using shorter blades. Possesses a deep knowledge of toxicology and pharmacology, generally prefers to attack with poisons before weapons, and relies on lightsaber skills only as a last resort defense. Extremely powerful in force telekinesis, with the ability to collapse buildings or explode an enemy's heart. Nearly unrivaled in her command of pyrokinesis. Able to break an enemy's sanity with force illusions. Possessing an amazing clairvoyance, able to see the truth of past and future events through her intuition and to see the weak points in people and objects.

Recently her time has been spent between her Coruscant gallery “Gallery B”, and the Stardust. She has dabbled in producting holo features and limited run stage productions.

 

It is Republic Day.

Not only the celebration of the nineteenth year of the True Republic.

Not only the thousandth anniversary of the Ruusan Reformations that ushered in a millennium of peace.

But also the one thousand and thirty second anniversary of the recapture of Coruscant from the ancient Sith Empire.

Chancellor Bail Organa and Grandmaster Obi-Wan Kenobi are gathering the Senate and Jedi together to celebrate.

Coruscant, reformed, reformatted, and with even the lowermost levels of the cityscape benefiting from the True Republic's embrace, will host the greatest party known to all of sentience.

This is the ultimate moment of peace.​

 

The Galaxy Opera House​

The celebration consumed Galactic City, the most up and coming part of Coruscant.

Gone were the crusty politicians who sat in these chairs and regarded the populace with disdain. A vibrant cultural meeting of hearts and minds was afoot. Betting on distant sporting games, casinos gambling with profits to charities for developing worlds in the most Rim, entrepreneurs showing off the latest in droid and technology in a great fair.

The crescendo of the event was an opera, telling the tale of the recapture of the capital from the Sith, and the rise of the Ruusan Republic in the decades after, as the Brotherhood of Sith, broken by the loss of the Core, was finished off at the Battle of Ruusan. Of course, it was a ballet too, with an intermission of Mon Calamari dancers.



During that, Chancellor Bail Organa floated a platform into the middle of open area, nearly as large as that of the Senate itself.

Within these halls though was a collection of innumerable pundits.

Actors, sports stars, monarchs, Presidents, celebrities of every walk of life.

Among those who drew a titter of appreciation, curiosity and intrigue were the infamous Praxon, who had a seat to himself and was half-expected to be looking for a Senatorial position soon, so popular was he. His sister, Senator Kandri Graul, was present, and she was mooching up to the Kuati representative Haydnat Treen.



The Croke, known as, well, Croke, one of the hive representatives had been given a booth to himself, into which various peoples had come to speak to him, and during the Chancellor's speech he was joined at the time by the conniving Senator Borsk Fey'lya and the the head of state Finnefrael Ordwgal, ‘Feral’, who had been provided an invitation to the affair and just happened to find himself in the vicinity of the Croke and Fey'lya when the Chancellor began to speak.



So too had Renn Turon and his wife, Vhardia, had been invited. The political upswing around the celebration was worthy of an invitation, after all. More than one, even. Their quiet corner, a lower elevation one because the Core Worlds managed to nab the higher seats, was shared with one Pedric Cuf, a rather nondescript businessman; human, though.

The casino was in-fact ran by the Chiss Bellorum, and the tables stopped so the Chancellor could speak. There were bets flying about what the Chancellor was due to say, and another Chiss, a bartender named Balderek, looked amused by the sudden rush of bets.



"Let's see, howdaya, what happens, eh?"

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The Galactic Senate​

The celebration happened to be while the Senate was in session.

If you were one of the twelve hundred-odd seated Senators who did not have an invite, ticket, or excuse to go to the Galaxy Opera House to join the party, then you were hear, at work, discussing the trade agreement between the Hapes Consortium and True Republic.

Prince Isolder had the floor, but had been notified that at a certain time the Chancellor would be addressing the galaxy and he would have to yield for a brief moment.



The Senate knew about it, and so those Senators who had for whatever reason been kept here, would be watching.

Among them was the Senator of Eriadu, Tarkin (who doubled as Head of State), and the Senator of Falleen Zurros “The Judge” Myrthic, and the Sephi representative, Maldael Fesh, who had been appointed by the monarch to attend the Senate. A small surprise was the attendance of Lysander Ordo, as the Mandalorians rarely involved themselves in the Senate. Meanwhile Senator Sabe of Naboo was keeping to herself for the moment.

But even a thousand years of galactic peace was something to celebrate - and indeed some forty years since the Mandalorian Civil War.

The aged Count Dooku, the Senator of Serenno, he was present, no longer the political firebrand he once was and indeed a positive influence on the reformation for many ye


Nonetheless his wit was precise.

"Let us give the bonnie Prince Organa his stage, my friends. It is rarely one has the same Chancellor for thirty two years!"

A slight chuckle throughout the Senate.

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Please see the Chancellor's address before replying.​

 

The Jedi Temple​

The Council chambers had their own holoprojector setup, but today, they were in the amphitheater with everyone else.

The Masters, led ordinarily by Obi-Wan Kenobi, sat, looking curious as what was to come.

The Croke Crisis had been ended peacefully, even if war had nearly broken out. In honesty the Croke had done them a large favour by absorbing the Unknown Terrors into their mix, as well as some other unpleasant problems such as the Killiks and Xenly.

He regarded those Jedi present.

The former Grandmaster, Yoda, who was looking more aged and fair-worn than ever.



The Senior Master, Mace Windu, who had encouraged Kenobi to step up to the Grandmaster position.

His good friend and former Padawan Ahsoka Tano, who had helped reform the Jedi in line with the True Republic.



Barriss Ofee was present, having taken her masters seat on the Council relatively recently.

Others were here too. His personal colleagues; T'ra Saa, K'Kruhk, Nejaa Halcyon, Quinlan Vos, Kit Fisto.

There were other Masters, of course, in the Order, but many of them were in other councils.

This was the High Council.

But because this was the amptitheatre, any Jedi on Coruscant was invited and perhaps expected to attend, around their duties. Kenobi looked around. He could see the archivist, Madelyn Linnett, and the Jensaarai representatives, Mika'sai'Jeisel and their leader, Marana Sukarr. For the other Jedi, especially the youngest, the Jensaarai would probably be more interesting than the Chancellor's address. Jedi Knight Lylithe Kya paid them no heed, however, nonplussed by the visitors from their distant school. Offshoots existed, usually represented by Master Halcyon on the Council.

Obi-Wan looked to his Padawan with a smile, saw her eyes on Barriss.

A slight eyeroll from Kenobi as he looked back at the holoprojector setup on the stage.

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Starlight Beacon​

Reconstructed to match the specifications of the ancient High Republic era station, Starlight Beacon was a marvel of modern technology, able to jump to any star system and provide all manner of support in a crisis. For the celebration it had been recalled to Coruscant, providing a mass of docking bays for the arriving dignitaries, officers, escorts and so forth. Let alone the security it offered.

The Mandalorians, Hapans, Lexrullans, Corellians and more besides had docked aboard, and many of them were now gathered in what was ordinarily the Address Chamber.

A miniature Senate, it could be used to create holograms for Senate Committees to address the station officers, or as a central location for the crew to meet and plan a crisis response. Today, it included dozens of individuals, some on the floor, some watching from adjacent corridors, some in pods if they had managed to win the officers pool.

From the Lexrullan contingent, Tiberionel Ordwgal, ‘Tiber’ was evident, joined by Laylee Wyrock ‘Wrenches’ (for an entirely different reason, probably some kind of permission she needed to break open a ship, or complaint about the other pilots present and how hard they were on her babies) and one of her chief headaches, Traer Lin, who was an aged Seswennan pilot who often caused grief.

The Mandalorians included Atin-Kot Kouwr, who was present with Bo-Katan Kryze and the youngster, Alexander Linnett. Bo was staring at the screen, her eyes focused. She was rarely away from Mandalore, but had a vested interest in visiting.

The Hapan contingent of course kept to itself, but it was a novelty to see Hapan Battle Dragons docked with the 120km radius Starlight Beacon. The men and women of the delegation were beautiful, even if in the well lit central area they all had on sunglasses to protect their weak eyes. But it didn't detract, and Traer was staring, ignoring Wyrock.

The Corellian General, Antilles, ordered a hush to the discussions and hub-bub.

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The Unknown Regions​

There wasn't really all that much Unknown about the so-called galactic disc anymore.

The Chiss Ascendancy and Galactic Republic had the beginnings of contact when Outbound Flight entered their territory, but Obi-Wan Kenobi had expertly negotiated a path through Chiss Space to a distant galaxy. Joruus C'Boath had left with Kenobi to go back to Known Space, bringing an end to any potential thorniness with the Chiss.

That first contact had done an immeasurable amount of good for connections between the Knowns and Unknowns.

They learned about the Grysk, the Vagaari, the Ssi-Ruuvi, and the Chiss and their local allies had been to put them down in turn. The clone army had earned its worth in these police actions - not wars, for no war had been thought by the Galactic Republic since the Jedi-Sith War had ended, after all.

The Croke emergence had simply ended the Unknown Terrors, at very least those on the galactic disc of course. This brought some hundred more sectors into the True Republic, and encouraged the Hapan Consortium, as one of the very last holdouts, to join. Several sectors had been incorporated when Hutt Space was broken up, and so as far as galactic peace appeared, matters were, well, done.

Not so for Xundel, of course.

While the Sith holdouts on Exegol had been uprooted and now the resources there were inspiring a new wave of hyperspace travel and colonisation, peace did not exist in absolute on the Outer Rim.

The Chiss had been worried about Outbound Flight because of a group known as the Far Outsiders, and their appearance had not yet been discovered in the wreckage of the Unknown Terrors. The Galactic Republic had no knowledge of them whatsoever. A mysterious intrusion into the Gardaji Rift had investigated by the Jedi Knight Vergere some thirty two years ago, but nothing came of it.

The Force was loud and bright in the Core; deafening even.

Here, in the murk, it was shadowed.

That being said, the HoloNet reached this far.

Even Xundel knew of the Chancellor's speech.

And so, he, his little ship, wandered the stars, and he could watch.

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IC: Bail Organa
The True Republic Address

The Chancellor of the True Republic regarded his achievement.



Navigating the Free Trade Zones and confrontation with the Trade Federation; paving relations with the Chiss; resolving the Separatist Crisis; reforming the Senate to weaken the legislature but balance the executive with an increase in judiciary strength. The expansion of the Republic military, not to a full size, but to a larger and more flexible workforce. The growth of the True Republic beyond the sectors of its predecessor. The breakup of the Hutt cartels with financial and economic incentives. The end of slavery. Finally, the diplomacy which had brough the Hapan Consortium back to the table after three thousand years.

He was at the peak of his power.

Eight consecutive terms.

Unheard of in this time, and Bail Organa had already adjusted the constitution so it would never happen again.

They were not Naboo, which had abolished the constitution until Queen Amidala passed, for example.

No, they were a Republic.

A democracy.

No longer did they have to compromise their principles for peace. Work with shades of grey, besides Senex slavers, Hutts, or distant kingdoms in the Unknowns. The Jedi Order was strengthened by the three million clones that worked besides it, with Venator-class destroyers keeping the peace in a galaxy at peace.

The applause for him was positively thunderous.

He knew his words would be beamed to the farthest reaches of the galaxy; even into the former Unknown Regions, where the HoloNet now extended, another brilliant achievement in the last decade. Now the Chiss, through the waypoints at Esfandia, Generis, Batuu and Jakku, could be reached at a tap of a button. Communication was a right, and Bail knew he was on a truly galactic stage.

Moreso than any Republic Chancellor who had ever lived.

But now.

It was time.

He spoke, at length, about the crises they had faced.

He thanked his wife, Breha, for her endless support and patience.

He thanked Chancellor Valorum for stepping back and allowing him to intervene.

He thanked Jedi Grandmaster Obi-Wan Kenobi, for his determination to be fair and firm with the galaxy.

He thanked Admiral Mitth'raw'nuruodo for his bridging of the Chiss and the Republic.

He thanked the Croke, for their actions in bringing the last of the Unknown Regions into the light.

And then he announced his retirement, and that the True Republic Era was truly begun.

He lifted his fist to the air.

In triumph.

"We are the Republic!"

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It was the Beginning of the End...


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