Post by John Hammond on Apr 14, 2009 18:13:13 GMT
"The Empire will respect Mon Calamari as its own sovereign. Only minimal taxes will be expected from you, and trade will be suitably re-directed. Although no garrisons will occupy any of the cities, there will be a draft and conscription to fulfill a quota of 3 main imperial armies that will remain here at all times. These 3 armies will incorporate any of the armed forces of the Republic that were left behind as they fled. Is that understood, Governor?" The Imperial Diplomat looked up, his tone pleasant, but his face terribly arrogant.
"What? This is an outrage! 3 main armies? For what? A draft is completely unnecessary! Also, Mon Calamari refuses to be used as a production center for the Empire. We will not produce ships that will be used to slaughter the Republic. Do we even have a vote in the Galactic Senate?" The Mon Calamarian was agitated, moving his hands wildly, almost aggressively, but refraining himself.
"My dear Governor.... your planet has been invaded by Imperial Forces. You are under Imperial control. Those 3 standing armies will be used for your protection. Do you really believe that if, IF, a republican army were to smash through our defences, reach Mon Calamari and defeat the orbiting fleet, they would hesitate to take the planet by force? Do you believe they wouldn't land their armies, and refuse to bombard your cities? It took us this long to convince you to have a meeting with us. Without starving you. Without cutting off your supplies. They will not have that patience with you, Governor. They will kill you.
As for your shipyards, they will be used whether you like it or not. Currently, they are a part of your economy, and provide a large part of your population with jobs. If you refuse, the Empire will possess them, and bring workers to man them. At this point, Mon Calamari's main source of trade will disappear. Are you willing to let your people starve?"
The question hung in the air, and the Governor slowly sat back in his chair. With a sigh, he motioned.
"All will be as you desire. Mon Calamari will support the Empire..."
The diplomat rose to leave.
"Oh. And those rebels that have appeared throughout Mon Calamari. Pay them a visit, let them know we know who they are. However, don't cut off their supplies. Give jobs to their families, and offer jobs to them. Make sure they are discredited by showing them the Empire is merciful. Please, even if they take a city, bear with them. Do you understand?"
The Governor swallowed.
"Yes."
"Good. We will hear from you soon." And with that, the diplomat left, a wild smile on his face.
"What? This is an outrage! 3 main armies? For what? A draft is completely unnecessary! Also, Mon Calamari refuses to be used as a production center for the Empire. We will not produce ships that will be used to slaughter the Republic. Do we even have a vote in the Galactic Senate?" The Mon Calamarian was agitated, moving his hands wildly, almost aggressively, but refraining himself.
"My dear Governor.... your planet has been invaded by Imperial Forces. You are under Imperial control. Those 3 standing armies will be used for your protection. Do you really believe that if, IF, a republican army were to smash through our defences, reach Mon Calamari and defeat the orbiting fleet, they would hesitate to take the planet by force? Do you believe they wouldn't land their armies, and refuse to bombard your cities? It took us this long to convince you to have a meeting with us. Without starving you. Without cutting off your supplies. They will not have that patience with you, Governor. They will kill you.
As for your shipyards, they will be used whether you like it or not. Currently, they are a part of your economy, and provide a large part of your population with jobs. If you refuse, the Empire will possess them, and bring workers to man them. At this point, Mon Calamari's main source of trade will disappear. Are you willing to let your people starve?"
The question hung in the air, and the Governor slowly sat back in his chair. With a sigh, he motioned.
"All will be as you desire. Mon Calamari will support the Empire..."
The diplomat rose to leave.
"Oh. And those rebels that have appeared throughout Mon Calamari. Pay them a visit, let them know we know who they are. However, don't cut off their supplies. Give jobs to their families, and offer jobs to them. Make sure they are discredited by showing them the Empire is merciful. Please, even if they take a city, bear with them. Do you understand?"
The Governor swallowed.
"Yes."
"Good. We will hear from you soon." And with that, the diplomat left, a wild smile on his face.