Brand
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The hum of life surrounded Galak once more.
He felt fully alive again, in his true element. The Councilor made his way through the crowded city streets; clothed in his official Senatorial robes that had been customized to suit his Jedi purposes as well, he personally felt he appeared a bit too regal. His lightsaber remained on his belt, thumping reassuringly against his thigh.
Galak moved quickly, his measured pace and confident demeanor allowing him to flow with the crowd's movement. He soon reached the offices of the heads of the Galactic Alliance. The Master moved into the chambers, nodding to the two guards stationed at the door. A whoosh of air accompanied him as the door closed behind him and he was greeted by a secretary outside the Chief of State's office.
The secretary looked up, recognizing the Master immediately. "He's expecting you, Master," she said, an air of professionalism about her.
He smiled, his hard, concentrated face softening. "Thank you," he replied sincerely, and entered into the Chief of State's office.
The room was impressive, Galak had to admit. The room held a sense of power and authority within it. "Chief Lamartine," Galak said, bowing deeply to the leader. "I'm afraid I come bearing urgent and grave news, my friend."
He felt fully alive again, in his true element. The Councilor made his way through the crowded city streets; clothed in his official Senatorial robes that had been customized to suit his Jedi purposes as well, he personally felt he appeared a bit too regal. His lightsaber remained on his belt, thumping reassuringly against his thigh.
Galak moved quickly, his measured pace and confident demeanor allowing him to flow with the crowd's movement. He soon reached the offices of the heads of the Galactic Alliance. The Master moved into the chambers, nodding to the two guards stationed at the door. A whoosh of air accompanied him as the door closed behind him and he was greeted by a secretary outside the Chief of State's office.
The secretary looked up, recognizing the Master immediately. "He's expecting you, Master," she said, an air of professionalism about her.
He smiled, his hard, concentrated face softening. "Thank you," he replied sincerely, and entered into the Chief of State's office.
The room was impressive, Galak had to admit. The room held a sense of power and authority within it. "Chief Lamartine," Galak said, bowing deeply to the leader. "I'm afraid I come bearing urgent and grave news, my friend."