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Makari de Nolay rarely made public appearances anymore. He had acquired a rare...condition that excused him from most visits, most outings. Instead, the Senator stayed isolated, maybe quarantined, in his massive palatial estate. He sat, on Alsakan, in a dark room at the top of the Senatorial...

Makari barely waited for her to pass the keys and hop in before he leapt into the drivers seat. His thirst for this drive was insatiable - he had waited years for this moment, and now it would come to fruition. The engine hummed to life. He stretched a velour-coated arm onto the steering wheel...

As the barrage of detonators flew into the room, the Foreman of Skako could not have predicted the turn of events she was about to face. Her plans of galactic conquest, vanquished in a single, explosive moment. A barrage of concussive force accompanied blinding light and deafening sound - the...

Pretty boy. He wasn't sure whether to balk or blush at that. He took it as a compliment, fixing his braids to his face and giving the prettiest smile he knew how to give. "Oh, come on. This is a classic. What, did you think I spent my childhood arranging silverware?" Sure, that was part of it...

Makari, in turn, had to weigh his options. Leave with the cowardly protocol droid into a heavily armed ship, without use of his legs, or remain still? He figured, at least with the latter, he wouldn't put himself more at risk of death. Florian did not seem equipped for the task. "Perhaps I will...

She was a whiz with machines, that much was true. "Water it is." With a snap of his fingers, a protocol droid disappeared into the deeper reaches of the hold. When the doors opened to the ship, Sleek could get a peak into the finery of a diplomatic craft. Deep, yellow lighting adorned carpeted...

Makari opened his mouth to respond, when the booming timbre of a drum began to sound. It reverberated across the ship, almost shaking the sails. Makari instantly rose to his feet and scurried to the highest point of the ship, producing a set of binoculars to view something at the pyramid they...

He admired her enthusiasm towards the craft - and how gently she treated it. He thought back to his time collecting the vehicle once more, stay close by while she worked. He leaned back on the rear bumper of the speeder, lazily stretching his arms to the back of his head as he thought. "At least...

As they began their operation, Makari saw the hordes of civilians, Skakoans, cowering in fear at the gunfire. He took to the streets to provide a rallying call, raising his fist triumphantly. "People of Skako," he started, enthusiastically; "You have nothing to fear! I am Senator Makari de...

How to describe it all? A very archaic set of rituals, true, but a tradition that spoke to him. "You'll see when you get there. Lots of drinking and old geezers patting themselves on the back." He did owe it to Nakoa to explain one thing, though. "The ceremony itself, we do shirtless. and...

A shared enthusiasm for speeders would carry their conversation forward as they lazily wandered towards Makari's sleek diplomatic cruiser. Along the way, he made an effort to enjoy the walk. He stopped for street desserts - a delicious shaved ice covered in fruit-flavored sugar - getting a red...

A small victory led to a larger confrontation. Wasn't that the nature of politics, too? War without bloodshed. Moments like this showed the ultimate similarities between the two of them, the dialectical connection between the violence of the galaxy and its political elite. Often, this was to the...

With Olyn, Maryanne, and the remaining protocol-bodyguard droids drawing the fire of the guard droids, Makari was able to do what he needed. He popped his head through the access grate to a row of terminals, flashing lights, and the whizzing sounds of electricity. A droid control room if ever he...

As Nakoa walked up the steps to the dining table, he would smell the rich flavors of Alsakan cuisine ruminating throughout the hold of the ship. Spices, vegetables, eggs, breads all came together. But the richest scent of all was the smell of coffee being freshly roasted, ground, and brewed...

"I think, with all due respect, I'll be more inclined to listen to a sales pitch after we escape this prison." Still, it was an excellent merger of form and function. Senators needed both protocol and bodyguard droids. If this unit wasn't subpar at either task, it would certainly make for a...

Makari chuckled lightly as she apologized, good cheer pouring over them both. He gently lifted a hand to pat her shoulder, delicate velour sleeves brushing against her utilitarian shoulder straps. They had gotten off on the wrong foot, certainly - Makari viewing all of Nar Shadda as a lifeless...

He really should have brought the speeder with him. It would've been to hard to lug around, though. "If it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience for you, you're more than welcome on my ship." There was a cargo hold with a small repair bay where the speeder was waiting. They could just zip on...

Operation Ruckus. Rather on-the-nose, but Makari supposed the Skakoans were more engineers than poets anyways. He talked through a plan with the pair - Makari had a million questions about the resistance, but many of them would have to wait. The short story was exactly as Olyn described - a...

'Apathy is death.' A wise sentiment shared by a Wrean of few words. The bed, naturally, was delightful. He imagined the quiet luxuries of the sleeping cabins on his ship, the thick, soft sheets, the pleasant smelling incenses, the colorful tapestry. He spoke eagerly on this topic. "Oh, quite...

What kind of trickery was this? Another Skakoan who needed their help? Makari raised his hands into a high boxing guard, preparing to strike the tall, green alien who entered into their prison. "Wait! You must listen. We share the same enemy." Makari paused, momentarily, to hear the young...