Choosing a planet for the 'Star Guardian' project was not an easy task. Sure, saving up enough money to buy or rent a building to launch the first version of her clinic was a difficult task as well. Preferably she'd build her own structure from scratch, but she'd need a fair amount of investors for that. Regardless, while none of that was easy, it paled in comparison to finding a place where Jedi and Sith, criminals and cops, poor and rich could all come together to find help. For free.
Not many leaders would enthusiastically accept that idea.
But she thought she found a planet that might be more suitable than others; Bothawui. The planet was not only interesting due to its nature as a massive hub of information trafficking, but it was also a planet owned by the ISC. And, while not perfect, the ISC claimed to be truly neutral. Which, hopefully, meant they wouldn't be afraid of the Jedi or Sith.
Clove took confident steps through the hallway after clearing herself with the guards at the ISC office, dressed in her most formal gown and matching heels. Her curly mane, which was made up of many extensions to compensate for the lack of hair after Thyferra, was held together in a formal yet playful bun. A beautifully decorated hair brush with delicate white petals was neatly tucked into the curls next to the bun. Her nails were painted a nude pink with a white french tip and at her side she kept her trusty leather bag, filled with official papers, documents outlining her plans, etc. She may be young and lack the credits to call herself rich, but that wouldn't stop her from looking like she meant business. Literally.
The half-Annfyn came to a stop in front of the door leading into the office where Vice President Galek Ordalos was waiting. A few anxious thoughts managed to infiltrate her mind as the confidence she felt moments earlier began to flinch just a little. It was her first real political talk on her own. No Jedi to hold her hand, no friends to support her, she had to do this on her own. And that was scary. But how could she claim she'd build something new if she didn't even have the guts to face such a talk on her own? Her large brown eyes were fixed on the doors when yet another thought came to her.
Did she have to knock? Or say hello? Or wait to be buzzed in?
Oh dear. Oh Force. Oh... No. Relax. Clove closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. Freaking out wouldn't help her, at all. She just... had to do what felt right, and hope he didn't mind. And if he did, well, that would be a problem for later.
Clove reopened her eyes and raised her hand to the door, knocking gently on the wood.
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