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Off the Record Meeting
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| Elon_Tarkin | Date: Thursday, 05 December 13, 3:05 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Host: Governor Elon Tarkin
Location: The Governor's Private Diplomatic Lounge, Governors Palace, Eriadu City, Eriadu.
Timing: 0500 Eriadu Standard Time. 1100 Coruscant Standard Time. The Convention sits once again at 0900, with delegates and certainly Elon neeting to be present much earlier. Thus this needed to be brief and to the point.
Parties Invited in Person
Any Present Republic Senators: The Right Honourable Senator Verence Terrawin of Alsakan, etc (and any others who made the trip)
Master Kadek of the Jedi Order.
The Most Holy and Thrice Blessed Lord Sejanus, Arch-Lector of the Church of the Good Deity, Vicar of the Feminine Divine, Patriarch of all Men, Supreme Head of the Universal Church.
Party Invited by Secure Holographic Link
His Excellency Chancellor Jaso Pryce, Senator of the Sovereign World of Metellos.
The Honourable Justice Leoten Eddicus, Galactic Republic Supreme Court (subsidary of Chancellor Pryce in this meeting, who may not be required for the duration.
Meeting Topic: Lets sit down over a metaphorical table and hash this out in private like Gentlemen?
Discretion Note: No recording of this meeting may be taken, holographic connections are to be via IBC Communications Security who are able to monitor for bugging at either end. If you don't agree with this, you don't have to turn up. People there in person would be extensively scanned (as all people visiting the Palace were) for any type of bugging device. If the parties wish they may (with universal consent) publish the outcome of the meeting in a mutually agreeable manner.
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Elon sat at the head of a table fifteen minutes before the meeting was due to start., a light breakfast and beverages arranged in front of the table which was arranged in a semi-horseshoe on either side of him, so the Holoprojections could be visible to everyone by being projected onto pads they could all see. As he sat waiting he quietly poured a cup of mire nettle tea, a strong stimulant and something to kick his brain into gear on mornings such as this where he had been burning both ends of the candle. The threat of war had been fine, the threat of religious disorder likewise, of lawsuits and committees.. but now there was talk of HIS damn corporation being hit in a clearly political move, but not demonstrably so, he lamented.. It was going to be best to actually try some conflict resolution and sit the parties down to talk openly about their moves. He hadn't invited the Jedi Order officially because they seemed not to do anything now without ten days delay and he was tired of perpetually trying to persuade the Jedi to come and negotiate settlements to keep the peace (for which they were eminently well funded by the tax payer citizens and corporation, such as himself, who were being buggered for the Jedi Order's failure to do its job!).
It's fair to say Elon was rather tense, but showed little of it as he nodded and smiled, gesturing to a chair as the next person arrived (also early). His manner and greeting were warm, and his attire was informal, as this was a meeting that officially would never happen on paper, he saw no reason to get dressed in his full ceremonial uniform.
"A few minutes for the others yet" he said to the new arrival. "Can I offer you refreshment of some kind?"
 (OOC: Visualize this with a light but expensive breakfast spread, plus hard liquour for those who wanted it. And a trio of holoprojector pads in the centre of the horseshoe, Elon would be sitting along the tables flat edge and the others entering through the door his chair faced.)
Elon Tarkin
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Governor of the Seswenna Sector and Eriadu
Majority Shareholder, Quintad Orbital Manufacturing
Prominent former member of "The Faithful of the Good Deity"
Former Pius Dea Cultist
Message edited by Elon_Tarkin - Thursday, 05 December 13, 3:11 PM |
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| C_3BZ | Date: Friday, 06 December 13, 2:28 PM | Message # 2 |
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| "Who does he think he is?" Pryce, seated behind his desk, muttered loudly enough for C-3BZ to hear and assume that A.) the question was directed at him, and B.) the Chancellor was actually desirous of an answer to it.
"I suppose he presumes he is Governor Tarkin of the Seswenna Sector, Sir," BZ remarked, well aware that Pryce wasn't listening to him. Not fond of droids in the first place, Pryce never listened to him, especially not during one of his rants.
"I'm the Supreme Chancellor."
BZ didn't dispute the point.
"That used to mean something."
Yes, before you came to office, the droid did not say.
"Now this planetary governor thinks he can hold the entire Republic hostage to his planet's demands, and that I'm going to negotiate with him. Him and Terrawin, no less." Pryce had pronounced the name 'Terrawin' with so much contempt that BZ didn't need his highly-intuitive SynthTech AA-1 VerboBrain to guess the Chancellor's opinion of the Senator from Alsakan. BZ usually pitied Chancellor Pryce, surrounded as he was by enemies both real and, more often, imaginary. But it was difficult to pity him during one of the man's tirades, to which BZ was so often the only witness.
"I'm surprised he even remembered to invite me to this junta of his," Pryce grumbled, his eyes drifting absently from Tarkin's invitation to a grotesque painting that he'd been given as a gift and hadn't yet disposed of. It was on the floor, leaning on a chair in front of his desk.
"I take it we're declining the Governor's invitation, Sir?" BZ asked, diplomatically.
"You tell Tarkin this," Pryce said, pointing an accusatory finger at the droid as if any of this were BZ's fault, "I'll meet with him as one head of state to another. If anyone else is going to sit in on the meeting, I'll invite them myself. I don't need Terrawin's opinion—I get an earful of it every damn day. And he wouldn't have Eddicus there unless he planned to ambush me on this 'nullification' Sithspit. Well I'm not walking into an ambush unarmed; we're going to need a legal opinion on 'nullification.' Contact, um, Inosanto, the solicitor—"
"Sir, if I might inquire," BZ interrupted, "Would you have me convey all of this to Governor Tarkin?"
"Stupid droid," Pryce grumbled. "Listen, get me a legal opinion from Dannil Inosanto, the Coruscant solicitor. And tell Tarkin what I said; I'll talk with him man to man, without all his cronies. And forget IBC CommSec—I'll talk to him on a secured diplomatic channel or not at all."
"Very good, Sir."
Inosanto was a strange choice. True, the Chancellor's relationship with the Republic's judicial establishment wasn't the warmest at the moment, and all of Pryce's own lawyers were busy working on his defense from charges of abusing his power. But Mr. Inosanto wasn't well-known on Coruscant for his knowledge of constitutional law, except as it pertained to the Jedi. Pryce was either an admirer of Inosanto's work on Jedi issues, BZ reasoned, or Inosanto was simply one of many beings who owed Pryce a favor. Perhaps both.
At any rate, C-3BZ's response to Tarkin was as follows:
"Your Excellency, Governor Tarkin, I am C-3BZ, assistant to Supreme Chancellor Pryce. The Chancellor has asked me to convey his regret that he cannot participate in the meeting on the terms you have proposed. He has objected in particular to the presence of Senator Terrawin in the meeting. He is, however, amenable to a meeting with you individually, over a secure diplomatic channel at 0600 Eriadu Standard Time, 1200 Coruscant Standard Time, after the adjournment of the Senate's morning session. Any additional participants in the meeting would be by mutual invitation. I do hope this is satisfactory, Your Excellency?"
C-3BZ ("Beezy")
Assistant to Chancellor Pryce
Message edited by C_3BZ - Friday, 06 December 13, 2:35 PM |
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| Elon_Tarkin | Date: Wednesday, 22 January 14, 5:35 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Elon just met the others for a short productive discussion and made notes of all their firm positions.
Then sat in the same Chair, awaiting the Supreme Chancellor's incoming transmission, he sat back rather relaxed, having mixed a suitable level of stimulants and muscle relaxants to be feeling focused but rather chilled out. Thus it was at 0600 that the time in question rolled around. He sat there and practiced his best intent look, as the communication link loaded, and the IBC provided security levels clicked up through nine levels to ensure there was no monitoring of the comms.
Added (22 January 14, 5:35 PM)
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Elon tapped the holocamera and looked over to an aide. "Is this thing working? Am I not close enough? He said bringing his eye up to the image scanner"
Elon Tarkin
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Governor of the Seswenna Sector and Eriadu
Majority Shareholder, Quintad Orbital Manufacturing
Prominent former member of "The Faithful of the Good Deity"
Former Pius Dea Cultist
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