The Rebel Faction

Lavality was very shocked by this sudden proposal, it wasn't something she was expecting. She was expecting them to question her on her organization, about how they ran, instead she get's an offer of help.

She sat there for a few seconds, speechless, and the shock actually showed in her face. Before she stood up and stook Jargur's, um, hand. "T-thank you, we appriciate it." she said to him and then looked at the other ambassador before walking over to the window.

Lavality stood there for a few before looking out of the transperisteel window. "Miknak... is a dangerous person. He has some strange ability to control people, he's not a jedi that I know of nor a sith." she said to herself and recalled what happened back on Nar Shaada.

That was all Lavality needed to know. "Trying to find Miknak isn't all that easy, he seems to always be one step ahead of us." she said with clasped hands.

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Jargur and Oaxaca felt genuinely grim as they both nodded understanding to the words of their guests. "The Coalition is no stranger to political minefields," said Jargur. "We'll stick it out. You can count on us, wether it's Miknak or factions within your government or mutineers, we can help."

Oaxaca raised his furry self out of his chair and streched, saying "We've all had a long and difficult day, and nothing more can be done until the meeting of the Full Council. Depending on how that goes, we can meet again to continue negotiations as necessary tomorrow. Thank you for your time, admiral. And your two colleagues, as well. We will see you all safely back."

The captain's voice sputtered on to the comms again, saying "Security's been tightened after all the incidents, we'll have a security escort ready for you back to your ships."

As Lavality, Trazu, and Asri were all escorted back to the hangar, Jargur let out a gasp and leaned back in his chair. "Think it worked?"

"I hope so," said Oaxaca. "Diplomacy's hard work. Still, she seemed in control and proffessional for someone very young, I think she'll listen."

"Maybe..." murmured Jargur. "I feel like we've been up for two days. Let's get some sleep until the council thing gets rolling, I don't think there's anything left to do."

The two ambassadors made it to the bridge, where the captain seemed equally tired, fidgeting around in his chair. "Catching some sleep? Sounds like a good idea. Things seem to have calmed down, I think we can afford to put the ship on "Night Shift", we've been running overtime as it is..." the captain reached over and lifted his comm up to his mouth. "All right everyone, we're switching on to Night Shift effective immediately, catch a bit of sleep before we're next up."

As most of the crew began filing off the bridge, Jargur and Oaxaca approached the captain. Jargur nodded and said "We haven't got any assigned quarters, where are we supposed to sleep?"

The captain paused, and smiled. "You know what? I think I've got just the place for you two. There's a spare bunk in the bridge supply closet over here..."


"When he said a bunk, I assumed he meant, y'know, a bunk bed."

"Shut up Oaxaca, and stop hogging all the quilt..." murmured Jargur, as he clung to his side of the little bunk set up in the breakroom. "I understand the Coalition's trying to unite our two races, but this is ridiculous..."

Asri and Trazu took a shuttle home soon after they docked with the Seren ship, leaving a message for Lavality that stated that they’ll be on the K’Satikur Grounds should she require their assistance again in the near future. Once home they debriefed with Naosha and Rissonik, with what they could reveal anyway for obvious reasons. The kids were happy to see their father and Asri again and everyone wanted to know how Silonik was doing. They didn’t spend too much time exchanging events however, as it had been a very long day for everyone and with the Full Council in the morning it was sure to be a long day tomorrow as well. So everyone hit the sack early that night, hoping and praying the meeting won’t turn violent.

Surprisingly the meeting went well: though any Full Council that didn’t degrade into some form of bloodshed was considered to have gone well. Naturally there were concerns on what the Coalition’s intentions were, which Naosha was able to clarify. The more sticky concern regarded the Serens, as now just about everyone on the planet knew of their existence thanks to the incident a couple days ago. The best Naosha could do was assure them that the core of the Seren group was dedicated to the same goal as the Coalition.

Then came the issue on economics, which was always a tense thing to discuss. The merchant clan reps as a whole were favorable toward joining the Coalition, as the allegiance would no doubt open up new avenues of trade for them. The few that disliked the idea expressed the opinion that they would be better off remaining an independent government, free from any external restrictions this allegiance would ultimately place on them. Naosha suspected that those Clans had smuggling operations under their belts, but knew they would deny it if asked.

The Science and Medical Clan reps were more divided, since many of them profit more when there was fighting going on. Naosha did worry about the Sykir, whose rep was conspicuously absent, knowing they were no doubt up to no good somewhere on the planet: Rissonik had mentioned they had been suspiciously quiet as of late recently. Opinions that they would be better off joining the New Order started being expressed at this time. Naosha and the other Councilors countered these by reminding them that the New Order was raciest and that they would never get equal rights under that government.

“They treated us alright during the Old Empire.” One had remarked.

“Only because we were ‘useful’ to them then.” Naosha had replied. “We would be little more then tools and pawns to them. Once we had served our purpose or outlived our usefulness we would have been eliminated. If they came here they would be interested in only one thing: the resources our planet would provide them. We would be expendable.”

It was the Warrior Clans that where the hardest to sooth, as both Naosha and Rissonik predicted. Rissonik did his part by helping the Elder Councilors explain to the other warrior reps that there would always be a place for warriors, for hunters, even in the Coalition. He remarked that he was sure the Coalition had battles going on right now with which they would appreciate the assistance of their people, their fighting prowess well known across the galaxy. This seemed to satisfy many, but there were a good number that still seemed unconvinced, if not stubbornly refusing to be convinced at all.

When the time for the vote came, the Council got the healthy majority needed to go ahead with the allegiance. To this Naosha was very pleased and soon after the meeting was adjourned she went let the Coalition know the good news.

~~~

Late that night

Three figures huddled around a campfire, discussing the events of that day, most notably the vote to join the Coalition.

“So…” A gruff voice growled from one of the figures around the campfire. “Our lovely homeworld is now a part of the Coaltion…”

“So I’ve heard.” Another voice said. “What an insult to our pride. Looks like our proud hunting traditions are going to die out.”

“Fool.” Said a third. “There is already movement about a number of folk that are like minded to us assembling to do something about this. Started when those weakling Coaltion fools first entered our space.”

“And what do they intend to do about it? Do what that brainless new Speaker-Above-All did and start a revolution?” The first asked.

“Nah, go one further. Leave the planet completely and start our own government elsewhere, where we can remain independent and keep our warrior’s pride.”

“I doubt they will stand for that.” Said the second.

“By the time they realize what’s happening it will be too late.” The third growled happily. “It will be T’Doshok like us that will keep reminding this galaxy that we are to be feared and those with the Coalition will cease to be true T’Doshok in our eyes.”

“To hunt whatever we want again…” The first said dreamily. “To have a challenge again…”

“You will have it…” The third said, his sharp teeth glinting in the firelight. “Miknak and his partner have promised us this much…and more…”

“I heard the Sykir are up to something. Something that had to do with a new leader for us…a true leader.” The second said idly.

“I’ve heard this as well.” The third said. “I heard Miknak is ‘helping’ with some aspects of the project as well, seemed he was a scientist at some point.”

“Never got that sciency stuff, but as long as we can keep our pride and our hunters traditions I don’t care.” There was a brief pause. “So how many have signed up for this?”

“Most of the ones that nay voted at the Council. With more no doubt signing up as the word spreads.”

“Well then…where do I sign up?”

Tzhali smiled as he got the news he had been waiting for, several days of talking to the various tribes on his planet and most had agree'd, some didn't want any part in the alliance and had seperated and gone into hiding somewhere else on the planet.

However the wookie's in general had had enough of the constant wars and most just wanted it to end. "Send the news to the Coalition." Tzhali said as he slumped back down into the command chair. "This is.... indeed a great day." he said as he closed his eyes, over three days without sleep, he could finally take a nap"

Deep in space

A vessel moved amongst the blackness of space, briefly revealing itself, then moved off before jumping to hyperspace