In the Old Galactic Year of 210,537…the galaxy is chaotic, as always. The cyclic path of history continues today like it did yesterday. and it will continue tomorrow. Empires rise and fall, anonymous masses fight for their well being, but it is the individual who bends the forces of change to his will.
“We were once the capital of the galaxy, you know,” advised the First Lady to her husband.
“What? Are you sure?” mocked Chancellor Goldbloom with his eyebrows raised. “If that were true, it must have been before my grandfather’s grandfather’s time. Now, we’re just as culturally backwards as our guests. But it is always a wonder to ponder that after the Galactic Federation’s sun set, there is yet to be another sun rise and wake the planets.”
“I just wanted to remind you that no matter what the kings and presidents say or do, your planet’s claim as “First Among Many” isn’t validated by their presence. It is a scientific fact that Old Federalia is the center of the populated galaxy, around which everyone rotates. It’s only a matter of time before things come full circle,” the vixen said with a wink.
Her words swelled in his ears, and made his shoulders feel just a bit broader. Today the first guests would arrive for the annual meeting of former Federation members, and he needed as much encouragement as she could give. Decades ago the former members gathered each year to keep up appearances and to keep interstellar relations casual. Now most don’t bother to send a message excusing themselves. This isn’t a slight–the disintegration of the Galactic Federation affected its members much more than its capital.
Old Federalia is still a center of trade because it is the old crossroads of the galaxy. Those planets that do send dignitaries are usually only interested in maintaining the docility of their neighbors. Everyone wants war to remain as improbable as it is impossible. To conquer a planet would require an occupation force nearly as large as the planet’s inhabitants. Why plunder a planet’s resources just to feed an army? The only other option is annihilation via nuclear bombardment. Who would prefer a nuclear wasteland? It is much easier to be content.
That is where hostility arises. Greed is still the root of all evil. Privateering is as profitable as it was in the Caribbean, and corsairs are just as elusive. It was decided long ago to divide the shipping lanes among those planets that can defend them, and force everyone else to sell their resources and labor in exchange for these “technical services” (protection).
As Old Federalia’s chancellor, Goldbloom provides hospitality to kings and gangsters alike. It is his function to pretend the Federation is alive, and it is their function not to tell him (or their neighbors) otherwise. The former members will arrive one by one and be greeted by the chancellor.
While waiting for each former member to arrive, time will be spent at dances, theaters, stadiums, and perhaps a wedding. Meeting other guests is the real business of attending. Representatives will talk one on one or in small groups to negotiate and renegotiate alliances. This disorderly and haphazard process is the only way to keep the peace, and each planet is accustomed to living with the deals their representative makes–at least for a year.
When they all get bored, the pretending will recommence for a quick meeting of the Galactic Federation Parliament. It will pass any number of silly resolutions, then customarily re-elect (hopefully) the leader of Old Federalia as leader of the Galactic Federation of Planets.
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OOC: I wanted to provide a place for everyone to immediately set up other storylines. Feel free to assassinate each other or what have you. War and annihilation are more than welcome, so don’t think of this as anything other than a starting line. The royal family of OF is large and ceremonial, and thereby very eligible for marriage in order to sign a deal in blood. I advise you all to create a pirate character to plunder your friends, and perhaps bring a sports team to OF to entertain me