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At the Skydock, Ramone was waiting for the departed transport to make it's final contact in assuring that the politicians were secured. The senatorial aide's hands were full with keeping a semblance of order in the Skydock, but his thoughts still flew to his absent superior. There was only so...

It was getting progressively harder to breathe, and he could taste blood when he let out a muffled cough. The thought of a broken rib possibly puncturing a lung was something he kept in the back of his mind, but he knew he couldn't stop walking. Not now, nor could he tell Rishe to leave him...

The Padawan's aid did not go unacknowledged, and Morndell's uninjured hand found Rishe's shoulder in a grateful and oddly paternal pat. He stayed as still as he could as she tried the best she could to immobilize his broken arm. It wasn't much, but right now the Chalactan senator was thankful...

The four DDF soldiers did not stand a chance against Malicia's might, and Morndell was no exception. The Darksider's assault was a guaranteed hit, and for the second time that day the Chalactan senator found himself getting swept off his feet by an invisible force. Morndell was sent flying...

Mere seconds after his broadcast, two more equally powerful explosions rocked the Capitol building. Panicked and frightened screams drowned his hearing, and all hope seemed lost as the shields went down, leaving the Capitol defenseless from aerial assault. "Puñeta!" exclaimed Morndell angrily...

Morndell was unaware of the danger that he would soon be walking into. As such the Chalactan continued to make his way for the Capitol's entrance, intent on following Max. His comm was alight with calls for aid and backup, updates on the ongoing aerial and ground battles. Morndell grimaced as...

"I remember being young and full of rum, but not dumb," replied the senator, adopting a stern look but the twinkle in his eyes belied the seriousness of his tone. A quick smile and a hearty chuckle followed, showing that he was kidding, and Morndell added, "Well, I wish I wasn't, but that's the...

Death-enabled for Morndell THEME One of his sons had dreamt of this: Of Denon, burning, it's people crying out for help and Death walking blatantly out in the open and taking what was His. He knew he wasn't technically in charge, but Morndell shouted commands to evacuate civilians, his voice...

He had been quiet for the better part of the discussion, and Morndell could only watch with amusement and satisfaction as talks grew a little heated then back to being diplomatic again. Anything he could and wanted to say have all been raised and scrutinized, so what was there to add unless he...

Ramone raised his glass at Max then finished his drink in one go. Edmund was snickering at the thought of drunk Jedi, his overly active imagination supplying him with images of space wizards doing silly things under the influence of alcohol. The younger senatorial aide did not dare make any...

The droid's antics was met with a barely suppressed snicker from the youngest man in the room, with Edmund always seemingly ending up butting heads with the same receptionist but more because of the younger senatorial aide's pathetic attempts at flirting with her. He tipped his head in thanks at...

Morndell had no idea how much his faith in the Jedi had done for his newfound friend. As a politician he was expected to never show any form of bias, that he must always use his mind above his heart. The senator, for his part, never failed to put enough effort into always considering this notion...

Another smile, this one more open and warm than the ones Morndell was so used to giving other people, brightened the senator's face. With the ever growing presence of Sith activity and the threats heralded by that dark and loathsome Order, he was reminded that people like Max existed still –...

Another closed door meeting, and this time Morndell prayed to whatever higher power there is that the matters that were to be discussed here would not suffer another leak like the last time – that said matters would only go out in the open when something was already approved and ready to be...

Morndell reached for the datapad offered to him, retrieving a pair of spectacles from the drawer on his table and peered at the file regarding the archeologist and the companion they brought. The smiling face of a female Pantoran greeted the senator's gaze, along with basic information such as...

Edmund was more than willing to make up for his mistake and supplied another fresh brew for the Jedi to take before escorting the latter towards Morndell's office. The senator's gaze did not linger on the most prominent features the Jedi Master displayed, namely his semi-cybernetic hand, the...

Edmund was bored. General– ahem, Senator Avon had been on one meeting after another, and the young aide couldn't help but feel bad for his superior as the older man was bombarded with more paperwork and problems that needed addressing with regards to their homeworld. It still felt a little odd...

Badge now returned to the Ranger's hands, Ramone strode back to his place beside Morndell but not before subtly shaking his head, disapproving, at his senior and fellow aide. "Figured as much," Edmund muttered under his breath, earning himself a withering glare from Ramone. The latter's focus...

The datapad slid to his direction, and Morndell could already feel the dread that came along with what he might read. Nothing that he had already known, he was sure, but as his own eyes took in the reports and information the Chalactan senator let out a weary sigh. The young Senator of New...

What was the Senate devolving into? Weren't the representatives standing in the very halls of democracy supposed to exemplify the very essence of what and how an educated person behaved? Morndell was no stranger to mud slinging – hells, he'd received a lot when he decided to run for senator –...