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John watched Kiyomi work through her thoughts. Everything seemed alright until her ears wilted. He didn't have the same sentiments that she had, that was for sure, but it didn't matter whether they went to Fiana or some tropical world to him. If Fiana caused her any sort of pain, then he would...

"It's nothing the Cartel wouldn't do to you if you were Mantellian," John said, giving the boy an unamused glance. How many homes at been ravaged by the Cartel insurgency? Hell, half of Hegal city was flattened and in ruins. Never thought the kid to be such a stickler for the feelings of a bunch...

John turned a silent, emerald gaze toward the fiani boy as he joined him on the fence. It was a look reminiscent of a scowl, though it was just the way he looked. Like resting bitch face for grumpy old war horses that spiked their morning coffee with whiskey. He took several puffs of the cigar...

The idea that John needed a retainer- a protector, even- for his family was asinine. The Jedi go through one little identity crisis and all of a sudden they want to give him the military help he asked for in the first place. Then as a sign of good faith they throw a familiar young fiani into...

John gave Kiyomi a knowing smirk. He didn't need to explain what he meant because she already knew. They were exact opposites when it came to political views, for the most part. They were generally on the same side when it came to galactic peace, but John was much more peace through superior...

"Can you blame her? If we were my parents I would have stayed clear of politics forever," John said with a chuckle. Even as he picked at his plate and ate, his emerald eyes turned to Kiyomi and watched her. He knew she'd have an opinion one way or another. Her mannerisms could give him a tell...

As much as John was a meat man, he actually started with the vegetables. He knew anything meat related he cooked would be delicious; years of being a dad and cooking in embarrassing outfits had given him all the practice he needed on that front. Vegetables were always a secondary thing, so he...

John let out a chuckle. Kiyomi's lack of knowledge of workout soup always amused him. "She'd be having creatine before a workout, my love, protein comes after. Creatine helps with-" he started to explain but stopped himself nonchalantly waving his hand because it didn't really matter...

John watched Kiyomi pull out a pack of cigarras, and took the cigar she passed to him. Her day must have really been rough to get her to pull them out. He had quit smoking cigarras a long time ago, despite his voice sounding like he still smoked a pack a day; cigars on the other hand, he could...

John almost didn't hear Kiyomi approach. He saw her from the corner of his eye as she came around to sit, but didn't jump despite the surprise. The corner of his lips tugged upward into a smile. "Hey," he said. He grabbed the bottle of wine and began to pour into the empty glass meant for her...

John laughed at the thought of rifles being on the table at a discussion on the finer points of recreating a Republic. He liked Nathan. Wasn’t afraid of a blaster, wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. There was always more that met the eyes when it came to Senators though. John was willing to...

John listened with increased interest. He took sip after sip of bourbon until it was gone. The lingering burn and woody taste boosting his already heightened mood. A session at the shooting range, bourbon, and talk of getting the band back together to form a new, tighter, better Republic? Hell...

John nodded quietly. Every group acted on their own personal agenda. Even this new union would be acting on their own personal agenda. Which raised an interesting question in John’s mind. How would the union be led? Would they act as a quorum? Or would one planet be in charge of all the others...

The bartender slid the bourbon down the bar. John caught it in a large hand and immediately took the first sip, letting the heat numb his pallet before swallowing. Top shelf… good. He listened to his fellow Senator. While John couldn’t participate in the recent motions, he had paid close...

“I’m not familiar,” John said of the man’s planet. It was no dig; John simply hadn’t done much travelling in his time. Becoming a Senator was what spurred on all of his travel, actually. He was born, raised, and forged on Ord Mantell through and through. They were a tough, blunt people; the kind...

Where was that damn spice Kiyomi always used again? John threw open cupboard after cupboard, checking every nook and cranny of the kitchen. His go-to spices when he made himself something to eat were all readily available, but for the life of him he could not remember where Kiyomi kept the rest...

“Call me John,” he said, taking the man’s hand and shaking it firmly. “Just don’t tell my wife; she thinks I’m checking in with the Defense Corps leadership." The way the man spoke, it was clear he wasn’t just a normal person from the streets. Definitely not from Ord Mantell. It was more proper…...

John's hard, emerald glare bore into the communicator as it buzzed to life. Senator Blagden had called. A surprise, and a welcome one until the words spilled from the small speaker. A low growl of contempt rumbled in John's throat. "Ord Mantell," he said in response, his gruff voice hiding...

John had his DG-34 Peacekeeper in a stable, professional grip with both of his massive hands. From the olive-drab short sleeve shirt and grey cargo pants, one would think he was simply an officer of the Ord Mantell Defense Corps off duty, but most knew better than that. The only person the...

“Only if they look like you,” he said. A server came around with a tray, placing Kiyomi’s plate of food down first in front of her, and then John’s in front of his. The waiter had come with, to see if they needed anything else. John shook his head, letting the two wander off to other tables. The...