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[disfavored]

Greetings, once again. I've only been here for a short while - and apparently most of us have not been here long - but it has come to my attention that we're rather unorganized and lack the political representation that the native residents have.

I've brought this issue forward and have been granted permission by the Emperor to form a government of our own to deal with certain issues pertaining to us, rather than going to her for help. She'll still be open to visitation, I'm sure, but you'll have an alternative.

We are a very diverse group, so I would propose a sort of coalition - or council, if you will - to be elected by democratic vote.

You may nominate someone, if you wish, although they'll have to agree to put their name in the running. Or, you can nominate yourself.

I'd like to start by volunteering myself - I am Tarrlok, for those of you I haven't met yet - and I'll open myself up to any questions any of you might have. I encourage any other interested parties to do the same.

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[writethatdown]

[At first, there's no image coming up on screen. Just the sound of some keys being pushed, a voice muttering, and the sounds of fabric and skin being rubbed over the microphone and- ah, there. A video flickering on, revealing an extreme close-up of an extremely unhappy man. Well, at least he looks unhappy. And rumpled. Like, say, he'd just been fished out of the ocean and told he's in some between worlds land of the dead place. That kind of unhappy.]

Alright, look here. [Oh, yeah, he's pissed.] I don't know what you people here are thinking, but landing on the back of some turtle in the middle of some spirit world doesn't really pass as normal back home.

[He leans back a little, narrowing his eyes at the screen in front of him.]

If I'm to actually believe this isn't some sort of scam or elaborate, drug induced plot, I'm guessing I'm here for the long haul, huh? Living on the back of a turtle.

[He scoffs, but the anger is fading back a bit, as it has been the more the looks around at this place, sharp eyes picking up sights of things that seem like something straight out of his imagination. Hell, the console in front of him is enough to have him almost thoroughly distracted.]

Right, well, cut a new fella a break, would ya, Keeliai? Could use a drink and a bit of a run down on the tech you're working with, here.