The music was light and formal disappearing into the background noise of chatter and glasses chinking. Supreme Chancellor Alexander Xerxes smiled as he greeted another guest near the front entrance to his private apartments, around him dozens of the New Republic’s elite mingled amongst themselves. All manner of conversations from Politics to war to Hutt ball were going on, all smiles and laughter.
Though behind it all there was fear, fear of the future, of the Killik threat and of the reason Alexander had chosen to host this party at such short notice and with such a high calibre of invitees. The top brass of the military and of the political spectrum were assembled tonight, whatever it was it was going to be big.
“Madame Olien, you look beautiful as always.” Alexander said, taking the woman’s hand and lightly kissing the back of it. The Chancellor himself was dressed in a bespoke suit a small republic lapel pin fastened to his collar. Senator Olien, the head of the Military Budget Assembly was the final invitee to arrive. With that everyone was here and Alexander could start the gathering properly.
Giving a nod to his nearby staff, he turned away from the entrance and went towards the centre of the room, picking up a glass on his way. Standing before the large table he invited the collection of people to sit.
Once seated as the waiters began to pour drinks for the guests he raised his own glass. “Esteemed guests, I thank you for attending this dinner at such short notice. I hope this evening can be productive in the future of The New Republic and the Galaxy as a whole. Now I ask that we begin with a toast. To The Republic.”
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