DOAN, ABANDONED QUARRY
A gentle breeze stirred within the walls of the quarry, but otherwise Nathan could hear little but his own breathing and the security detail’s booted feet on the dry earth.
The Senator was in boots himself today, his dark formalwear and black pants a tad more practical than his usual garb. Doan was such a disappointing world, packed to the depths with rich minerals, but wracked with a conflict between castes that held everyone back. There was no leadership, no ambition.
The saving grace was few came to the world, and even fewer to abandoned quarries of this kind. Nathan had even read that the particular mix of minerals in the surrounding rock would shield them from sensors. Doan at least offered facilities for clandestine meetings.
”They’re inbound Sir” Stamper said solemnly, eyeing the sky.
Nathan looked skyward, lifting his sunglasses, but could see nothing just yet. His longtime security chief had always displayed heightened senses. “Relax, big man. I’ve invited them here to chat, nothing more”. Nathan knew Stamper was not a fan of this particular plan, but the man knew him well enough not to argue. He and his two subordinates had secured the area and their military training should not be needed further. If it was, Nathan could only hope it was enough.
There were few peoples Nathan Braxon truly respected, but the Mandalorians were one of the few. True Mandalorians anyway. Nathan pulled out his datapad, eyes closing for a second or two as he reabsorbed everything he could find about the Endless Watch.
If they were everything they promised, they could achieve great things together. If not, well, the tonne of quarry dust seeping into his pores was on them.
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