It had taken Jaikus no small amount of effort to arrange this diplomatic summit. The ongoing conflict between the Free Worlds Alliance and the Empire had resulted in little more than open hostility and distrust between the two governments, and countless hours had gone into the diplomatic dialogue leading up to this day. Recent events on Kashyyyk - including the botched response by the FWA and Jedi Order, and subsequent reaction by the Consortium president, had played no small part in aiding the Axxilan’s efforts. The entire situation had shaken the faith of many within the Alliance - especially those on the fringe and closest to the Sith Empire. And it meant that representatives from both Glee Anselem - the planet he walked upon - and neighboring Kril’Dor were far more receptive to negotiating openly with the Sith Empire.
Jaikus stepped down the ramp of his Imperial shuttle, boots carrying him down the durasteel surface that quickly gave way to the paved, elegant walk-ways of their meeting place. While much of Gree Anselem’s civilization and infrastructure existed below the blue-green surface of its oceans, all parties had agreed to a location that suited those who could not exist below the water. The Axxilan had arrived on the planet garbed in his signature Sith armor - the ensemble of black cloth and armorweave fitting tightly to his figure, while his features were shrouded behind the visage of his mask. HIs lightsaber hung in plain view on his belt, no attempts made to conceal his weapons. Jaikus made no attempts to hide exactly who he was negotiating on behalf of, and wore his affiliation openly for all to see.
As he walked, Jaikus idly flexed the fingers of his right hand - the sensation of the prosthetic one that the Axxilan hadn’t yet - and likely never would - get entirely used to. Steady, meaningful steps brought Jaikus up the stairs of the main diplomatic building and towards its sealed entrance. Citrine eyes drifted towards the two Nautolan’s that stood like sentries.
“Gentleman,” He said towards both of the security guards, his smooth voice distorted and mechanized by the filter of his mask. The Axxilan’s citrine eyes flicked between the two Nautolan, offering a respectful dip of his head. After a moment, Jaikus slowly reached down and unclipped the lightsaber hilt from his belt. The action was immediately met an accompanying shift from the guards who raised their own blasters, suspicion and tension clear on their expression. Only to lower those same blasters as Jaikus turned the hilt in his hands and extended it towards the one on the right.
“No weapons, as agreed.” Jaikus said smoothly. The guards cautiously glanced between one another before accepting the saberhilt. The same guard who received the weapon turned and punched a command into the panel on the side of the wall - signaling for the doors to be opened. Within moments, Jaikus passed through the threshold of the building and began to make his way towards the open audience chamber where he was set to meet with representatives of the two planets.
Jaikus stepped down the ramp of his Imperial shuttle, boots carrying him down the durasteel surface that quickly gave way to the paved, elegant walk-ways of their meeting place. While much of Gree Anselem’s civilization and infrastructure existed below the blue-green surface of its oceans, all parties had agreed to a location that suited those who could not exist below the water. The Axxilan had arrived on the planet garbed in his signature Sith armor - the ensemble of black cloth and armorweave fitting tightly to his figure, while his features were shrouded behind the visage of his mask. HIs lightsaber hung in plain view on his belt, no attempts made to conceal his weapons. Jaikus made no attempts to hide exactly who he was negotiating on behalf of, and wore his affiliation openly for all to see.
As he walked, Jaikus idly flexed the fingers of his right hand - the sensation of the prosthetic one that the Axxilan hadn’t yet - and likely never would - get entirely used to. Steady, meaningful steps brought Jaikus up the stairs of the main diplomatic building and towards its sealed entrance. Citrine eyes drifted towards the two Nautolan’s that stood like sentries.
“Gentleman,” He said towards both of the security guards, his smooth voice distorted and mechanized by the filter of his mask. The Axxilan’s citrine eyes flicked between the two Nautolan, offering a respectful dip of his head. After a moment, Jaikus slowly reached down and unclipped the lightsaber hilt from his belt. The action was immediately met an accompanying shift from the guards who raised their own blasters, suspicion and tension clear on their expression. Only to lower those same blasters as Jaikus turned the hilt in his hands and extended it towards the one on the right.
“No weapons, as agreed.” Jaikus said smoothly. The guards cautiously glanced between one another before accepting the saberhilt. The same guard who received the weapon turned and punched a command into the panel on the side of the wall - signaling for the doors to be opened. Within moments, Jaikus passed through the threshold of the building and began to make his way towards the open audience chamber where he was set to meet with representatives of the two planets.
24 hour deadline. Open to 1-2 opposition from FWA or Jedi. While PvP enabled, this thread is meant to be diplomatic in nature and should NOT be approached as an Invasion.
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