Dinner at the Embassy

[Nor'baal]

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Dinner at the Embassy
Location: The Nal Hutta Embassy, Coruscant​

Centuries ago, the Hutts had entreated the Republic for an Embassy on Chandrila, the blessed and most noble capitol of the great Republic. However, as time had gone by, and the criminal ways and manners of the Hutts had become known, the Embassy had fallen into the disuse, the proud Republic seeking to sever ties with the corrupt gastropods of the rim worlds. Over decades since then, the influence of the corpulent criminals had swollen, under the noses of their Republic associates, and once again the cantankerous grip of crime had tightened, and so the Hutts had sought to once again re-open communications with the Republic, though for what reason, nobody was sure.

Denied an Embassy on Chandrila, and instead assigned one on the City World of Coruscant, the Hutts had set up their own Embassy near the odd little district known as 'Happyland'. It stuck out of the sheer sided facade of the mega-towers like a sore thumb, the Embassy, its gaudy lights and rotund exterior more akin to a night-club or a cat-house that a place of diplomacy and class, but that is just how the Hutts liked it. Indeed, to many it was a cat-house, for there was little shortage of 'additional entertainment' that could be purchased in the nearby venues, such activities taking place right under the large noses of the 'noble' ambassador.

The newly appointed Hutt Ambassador for the 'Glorious Jewel' Nal Hutta, Nor'baal Desajilic Koragga, a minor Hutt player from the rising family of the Desajilics, was himself relishing in the bouquet of finery that the Hutts had laid on for their guests, noble Senators and such class. He rested on the arrivals platform - a simple pad that could host up to three speeders - which acted as a drop off point for the great and the good. Nor'baal himself had adorned himself with the tradition Sleheyroni Hutt paints and jewels in honor of the noted occasion at which he found himself.

Blue paint, with white flecks adorned the dome of his head, which was crested with an exotic arrangement of feathers and Nova Crystals, complimented in turn with a cape and a bright waistcoat - under which would be found a small hold-out blaster (just in case things got nasty). To many he looked absurd, garish, but to the Hutts, he was making a fashion statement. There was a reason the Hutts had never dominated the world of tailoring.

At the door to the venue stood to thuggish Nikto, stun batons in hand, whilst inside more could be found, circiling the crowd (most of whom would be armed themselves). The Hutts where not foolish, and they did not enjoy taking risks, as such - all Senators could bring security - after all, being based in the Underworld had its dangers. Furthermore, on the end of a glittering leash, the Hutt Nor'baal held a Krath Hound, called Chomp'baal (the Hutt was not very creative with names). A part of him was nervous, and he decided that instead of standing on the platform looking like a statue, he would head indoors and greet any guests as they came in.

Inside, a band played behind a mesh screen, horrifically out of tune to many, but playing well to the finer senses of the attending Hutts. Far above a holo-projection of the Glorious Jewel could be seen, the only real light to adorn the room. It was dim, warm, humid and generally horrible, but all the lackeys of the Hutts put on a brave face in the presence of their disgusting masters. Infrared lights could be heard humming in the background, for Hutts see in infrared. The walls, unseen to many, were in fact adorned with fine works of art, only visable under infrared, and as such, scantily clad servants of either gender could be seen milling around, handing out monocles that enables the user to gaze into the world of Infrared vision.

Leering at a passing servant, a young man he though was called Rikarrd, the Hutt drooled somewhat, before turning his attention back to the other Hutts nearby. Junior Ambassadors, Career Criminals, Politicians, he really couldn't tell them apart, but he joined in their discussion anyway, waiting to see who else would grace the Embassy with their presence.

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Invited: All Senators, All Senior BA Officials, Media.
Personally Invited: @Taz. @The Derp of Hooves

 

[Sangga]

"Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to one of the greatest societal and diplomatic event of the decade, the Nal Hutta Embassy dinner. I'm CNN's Coruscant correspondent, Ralt Porcener..." The human male, in a simple grey suit gestured to the two females beside him, a Twi'lek and a Pa'lowick, "...and with me is the Border Alliance correspondent for the Czerka News Network, Ghista Olan."

"Thank you Ralt, and Good Evening Galaxy! Lovely to be here." The Twi'lek wore a fine Ryolthian gown.

"Your welcome Miss Olan, and of course, no societal event would be complete without our very own Society editor, Flo Tyerie"

"Thank you darling, it's a pleasure for me to be here. Hello viewers, tonight is to be full of as much razzle, dazzle as the Glorious Jewel always attract, I'll be at the entrance trying to get an interview with each of tonight's guests, and hopefully a word with the host, the gorgeous Ambassador Nor'baal Desajilic Koragga (@Nor'baal ) wish me luck!" with that the Pa'lowick was off screen.

"Indeed we do Flo, now we look to the entrance to see a few of the dignitaries come in, and ever the well timed, CNN's own Rix Paige?"

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This event certainly posed a great stage to come out in society. He bowed to the camera and waved to Ralt and Ghista. Luckily that necessary evil, Flo Tyerie, was still padding down to the door. The galaxy did not need to hear him speak yet, he was here to mingle and show that the network was open to those that wished to approach, as well as being a potential 'equal' to some diplomatic circles.

He stalked through the bodyguards and circled around larger groups, then finding himself at the base of the podia, that the host was lounging upon. The Krath hound was an interesting accessory for the evening. "Noble Nor'baal Desajilic Koragga, thank you for such wonderful hospitality and for allowing our cameras in to view in awe at such magnificence. If there is anything Czerka News Network can do for you..." he place his hand to his lapel, it quivered with anticipation. "... do not hesitate to ask." He remained up right, a half-grin crossing his features.

 

[The Derp of Hooves]

The young Jedi Knight made his way to Coruscant in his Antarian Starfighter. As he had meditated on the force, something had drawn him to that planet. He had seen visions grandeur, of dignitaries, of a grand party, and leading the way through the crowds he had seen a jeweled Krath hound. Thelonious was no stranger to visions of the force, but he was still wary of them. It wasn't until he had received an in invitation to the Nal'Hutt embassy on Coruscant that he knew it was no coincidence that he had that particular vision. Also one did not simply ignore an invitation from the Vesajilics if they wished to stay alive long.

Thelonious was dressed simply for the occasion in his usual attire of earthen Jedi casual wear and his grey cloak. As he got out of his fighter, he ordered his R0-D3 astromech droid, aka Rhody, to stay with the ship. He immediately felt out of place as he was use to the solace and quiet of Ilum as opposed to the hustle and bustle of Coruscant. It wasn't everyday that he went to such a populated planet as Coruscant. As he approached the doorman, a well dressed Devaronian, he performed a simple mind trick to get in. While not wholly necessary, he felt the need to test his hosts guards if they could withstand a simple trick as that. To his disappointment, they failed marvelously.

The party was in full swing, dignitaries from every corner of life gathered, the Czerka News Network taking everything in and the center of attention was the Hutt himself and his pet Krath. As he made his way to great his host, the Krath let out a warning growl. Thelonious reached out with the force to calm the beast. While some beasts were harder to calm than others, hounds in general wetter rather easy, especially if they were domesticated. As he calmed down, Thelonious scratched behind his ear and spoke.

"Greetings Nor'baal, I am Thelonious Knight of the Jedi knights it is a pleasure to be here." Thelonious felt it prudent to be formal and while he preferred basic to any other language, he spoke in Huttese more to stay on his good side, if there was any, than anything else.

 

[Taz]

The Outlaw Star landed at an undisclosed starport bay in the lower levels of the city planet. As the ramp of the ship lowered, out would walk a figure with a growing reputation on the outter rim. Czerka Corp's head security operative, Jett Nova. The merc walked his way down the ramp as the edge of it finally touched the cold metal of the spaceport. Jett set the sleeves of his of his tailor made suit before flagging down a waiting luxury speeder. Both of which were courtesy of the company.

Czerka was having an issue with the work force on Tatooine and the merc had mentioned he may know a solution. So here he was on the in the depths of the living city on his way to a meet and greet with a former employer he'd not seen sense before prison. Much had changed for the young pit fighter turned mercenary bounty hunter. As it seemed it also did for the his one time employer.

The speeder would arrive to the party as the event was in full swing. As an operative and even a convict Jett had learned to avoid such things like cameras and reporters. It was even more important now considering the conversation the merc hoped to have. As the bounty hunter entered the party the feeling of another force user hit him like a hammer. "Jedi", he muttered with a tiny hint of irritation. He didn't hold anger for the knights but rather disbelief in the order and the code.

Jett would approach the mixed company of the Jedi and Ambassador Nor'baal. In fluent Huttese the merc would speak up. "Great and powerful Nor'baal please allow an old friend of the Hutts a humbled audience, it had been a long time Ambassador "

 

[Aren Krass]

Nal Hutta Embassy,
Galactic City, Coruscant
A luxury model speeder slid through the Coruscant airspace, her repulsor engines defying gravity as if the durasteel armor that comprised the speeder were entirely weightless. Within her pure black, and armored chassis sat a group of beings. In the front sat a driver, adorned in a tight fitting black jumpsuit, adorned simply with the crest of Corellia. Beside him sat a man in a long flowing blue robe, a decorative helmet adorning his head. Under the robes the man wore extensive armor, and carried a variety of side arms. Along his chest, in a sling, was a blaster rifle. When he stood the man would sling it onto his back for carrying. Snapped into place in a slot along the top of the speeder limousine was the man's vibro staff. The man was the chief of Senator Krass Security, head of a squad of CorSec Blackwatch. Blackwatch was the internal name for a branch of CorSec personnel in charge of protecting members of the Corellian Directorate. With Krass both the head of the Directorate, and the Galactic Senator from Corellia, he was issued the best of the best when it came to guards. In the back of the speeder sat another six individuals. Near the back right door of the speeder sat a similarly dressed man, the other guard in formal dress. He was faced with his back towards the front of the speeder, and would exit first when they arrived at their destination. Directly infront of him, sitting facing him, was another guard, wearing commando armor however, and armed with just a blaster rifle and pistol. Sitting to the left of this Commando was the Senator himself, wearing his blue suit and flowing black coat, and adorned in armorweave covering his vitals, tastefully so however. The other two individuals, to the left of Krass, and directly infront of the aforementioned individual, were both wearing the commando armor.
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After a drive from the Corellian embassy on Coruscant, to the Hutta embassy, the luxury speeder slowed to a stop in front of their destination. The side of the speeder lifted up into a doorway, allowing the formally dressed guard to exit. While he did the chief also exited from the front. From the rear doors then came one commando, followed by Krass, and then the rest of the Guards. Krass took point, flanked on each side by formal guards, and behind him by the Commandos. The Commandos situated themselves at the entrance to the Embassy, unless they were needed, while Krass was accompanied inside by the Formal Guards. Typically Krass wouldn't have brought so many guards to an official event such as this one, however this was the Hutta embassy. There was just as likely to be gangsters, mercenaries, and assassins filling the insides of the building, as there were to be diplomats. And should they meet such individuals, Krass would be prepared.

As he walked down the red carpet he heard members of the press assault him with questions. "SENATOR KRASS! DO YOU SUPPORT NAL HUTTA'S BID TO HAVE REPRESENTATION IN THE SENATE?!" he heard an obnoxious reporter spurt out.

Krass gave a warm smile "It depends entirely how the representative from Hutta feels about a Grand Army."

With that he quickened his pace to stave off further questions. He stepped inside the door and was greeted with the sights and smells that could have been a sliver of Nal Hutta herself, and the star of the show, Ambassador Nor'baal.

 

[Nor'baal]

Offering a polite, but obviously fake, laugh at one of the others Hutts Terrible Jokes, Nor'baal made a mental note to repeat it at a future gathering - for it was a terrible, but hilarious, ice-breaker.

''How does a Rancor with no nose smell? Terribly!'' he ran it back in his head, still cringing at how horrific it had been. Pardoning himself from the group of snorting and guffawing Hutts, he turned instead to face the newly arrived guests at this gathering of scum. One of them, a young man from the Czerka News Network (CNN) was particularly forthcoming, and he tutted to himself, reminded just why he was always told not to invite the press.

Already a few of the more shifty characters moved into the shadows, one of them was in the process of completing a sales transaction in the corner, that appeared to involve the infamous (and for some reason still legal) death stick. The fact that Death Sticks - which where manufactured in the Coruscant undercity - had still not been made illegal was a source of immense amusement to the Hutts, who often extolled the virtues of the Death Stick, as a paragon of free market economics. After all, if you wanted to drink/sniff/inject industrial waste, as a free thinking sentient, you should be allowed to!

Eyeing the man as he completed the death stick sale, the Hutt yanked his Hound closer toward him, and focused his attention on the media representative, offering a polite nod of acknowledgement to him, before responding to the man <The embassy is always looking for media coverage, to extol the great and plentiful virtues of this quadrant of Corsucant, but also of Hutt Space itself.> he boomed in his native Huttese, ignoring the mans quivering before continuing <We shall be in touch if needed Mr. Czerka.> he finished, his lack of understanding that the man worked for Czerka, and that Czerka was not his family, clearly showing the difference in cultures between the Core and the Rim.

He turned his attention away from the man, who would not doubt go on the hunt for juicy tit-bits of news to feast on, as Nor'baal himself ventured toward a rapidly approaching young sentient, who introducing himself as a 'Jedi'. Nor'baal allowed his confusion to show, for the Jedi was not a group he had heard of in some considerable while, for their activity in the Outer-Rim near his home-world was (thankfully) lacking greatly. The Hutt had never really understood the Jedi and their way of thinking, for they had in his eyes a very simplistic view of right and wrong - light and dark - conflicting with the Hutts belief of 'Morally Grey'.

Furthermore, the Hutt doubted that Thelonious really did take much pleasure in being here, but he decided to play along - in the interest of formality, and also in no small part through the distrust he held most users of the 'force' in. Before he could form a full reply however, the Hutt was forced to break into a somewhat bigger smile thanks to the next arrival, Jett Nova - an old associate of his - who truly knew how to impress a Hutt. Great and Powerful, he thought, the man has not forgotten what I taught him about my people.

He offered a greeting to both of the approaching sentients <Welcome to both of you, Knight Thelonious and Mr. Nova! I hear some are calling you the Devil of Mos Espa now? he chortled, clearly aware of the conflicting ethical compasses of the men before him <I am sure the two of you will get on fine! So tell me, Jed'ia....> he said, accenting the 'ia' greatly <....what brings you to the doorstep of the Hutts?>

The Hutt, his greetings finished, eyed another member of the media (@Soverin), alongside the arrival of Senator Aren Krass (@Prudence) and began to move toward them - hopefully with the Knight and Nova in tow - to greet the Senator, and offer the customary total blanking to the press (a trait he was becoming rather keen on developing). Nor'baal was interested in seeing what sort of Senator this 'Krass' was, for one who came to the Hutt Embassy - even under such protection - clearly had other interests in being here bar the free drinks.

 

[Sangga]

"Your Excellency..." he restructred his concept of life while he decided to correct a Hutt. He bowed lowly, with a trail as the titanic form passed him "... Mr. Paige of Czerka News Network. I work for a Baron Makr." He rose and nodded to the assembled delegates, "Mr Nova, I must say that title is fantastic nom de guerre , I'm quite annoyed that it's not one of mine. How is Tatooine, I have not been there since... the previous Boonta Eve classic." He smiled at the Jedi Knight. "And to have a member of the Jedi order in our midst, wonderful to meet you Thelonius, how is life in the order?" The black suited member of CNN reached into his pocketand pulled out a small recorder, closing it in his hand. Slowly, he slid the activator. "Occaisionally, I am given an audience with some of your fellow members, perhaps you would like to be interviewed sometime. Oh and Mr Nova, if you need some good PR, my desk yould be happy to help."

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"Not only have we got a Jedi Knight among the dignitaries, but another member of Czerka, the Devil of Mos Espa, Jett Nova."

"Yes he is sporting a wonderful suit, not bad for an enforcer, not bad at all. We also seem to have other members of the galactic media and oh my goodness!"

"Oh my goodness indeed Ghista, Senator Krass of Correlia. Fresh from securing a mono-rail deal and reinforcing his position as the Correlian representative in the Senate. Over to you Flo."

The Pa'lowick seemed tobounce with excitement as it moved closer, stopping as the Senator's guard turned, waving her clutch purse to the Senator. "Aren, darling, a small word for my viewers. Who are you wearing, who are you meeting. Please, darling, just a few words."

The crowd parted as the Hutt moved forward, and there was a slight squeal from the long legged biped. "Eeeeeee! Nor'baal, please, for my viewers and readers. Who did the wonderful job of your body art, only someone of prestigious talent could improve such a... sublime appearance."

 

[The Derp of Hooves]

The horrible joke Nor'Baal made was actually quite funny to Thelonious. Contrary to what his stoney exterior portrayed, he quite liked sarcasm and bad puns. As the Hutt greeted his guests, one had to wonder why indeed would a Jedi Knight be here of all places. The extravagance certainly seemed over the top for a simple Jedi such as Thelonious, however the force was a mysterious thing and it was the force that brought him there.

"I simply had an urge to be here tonight my friend," He told the Hutt, Thelonious need not to go too much into detail he doubted that any of the present company with the slight exception of Jett would even understand the importance of the reason, he then turned his attention towards the reporter and answered, "Perhaps we could, if time permits it."

Generally speaking, Thelonious paid little attention to the outer rim planets so rumors that were common place in the rim territories, he knew little of. However as the code dictated, he was bound to curiosity, ignorance, yet knowledge as it were. "I'd be quite interested in hearing that story as well Mr. Nova. Hopefully it was nothing too illicit I hope?"

 

[Taz]

As Nor'baal rattled off his Tusken Title from Tatooine, Jett had little option but to give a hesitant smile. The merc was hoping to meet his old associate without drawing to much attention to himself. Like any Hutt though, Nor'baal Desajilic Koragga enjoyed watched those lesser than him squirming about. Quickly the Czerka operative answered the reporter.

"The local Savages of Tatooine blessed with the name. Their terrorist attacks on our mining efforts required equal tactics. I was simply better at applying the methods of guerilla warfare", Jett answered the reporter smugly but tactfully.

Facing the Jedi and his question of illicit acts Jett raised an eyebrow and looked the simply dressed man over. "War is hell Jedi, your order knows that better than most." Again being as tactful as a snake. His words were full of spite but it was not for the man himself. There was a history to his opinions of the order that the Jedi Knight would most likely never know.

"If you all will excuse me", he finished with another smile. The corporate mercenary would move along to find the slug guest of honor one more time. Jett was business he wished to discuss and if he couldn't do so tonight he would retreat while he was ahead and find another occasion to speak with the ambassador.

 

[Aren Krass]

Offering a polite, but obviously fake, laugh at one of the others Hutts Terrible Jokes, Nor'baal made a mental note to repeat it at a future gathering - for it was a terrible, but hilarious, ice-breaker.

''How does a Rancor with no nose smell? Terribly!'' he ran it back in his head, still cringing at how horrific it had been. Pardoning himself from the group of snorting and guffawing Hutts, he turned instead to face the newly arrived guests at this gathering of scum. One of them, a young man from the Czerka News Network (CNN) was particularly forthcoming, and he tutted to himself, reminded just why he was always told not to invite the press.

Already a few of the more shifty characters moved into the shadows, one of them was in the process of completing a sales transaction in the corner, that appeared to involve the infamous (and for some reason still legal) death stick. The fact that Death Sticks - which where manufactured in the Coruscant undercity - had still not been made illegal was a source of immense amusement to the Hutts, who often extolled the virtues of the Death Stick, as a paragon of free market economics. After all, if you wanted to drink/sniff/inject industrial waste, as a free thinking sentient, you should be allowed to!

Eyeing the man as he completed the death stick sale, the Hutt yanked his Hound closer toward him, and focused his attention on the media representative, offering a polite nod of acknowledgement to him, before responding to the man <The embassy is always looking for media coverage, to extol the great and plentiful virtues of this quadrant of Corsucant, but also of Hutt Space itself.> he boomed in his native Huttese, ignoring the mans quivering before continuing <We shall be in touch if needed Mr. Czerka.> he finished, his lack of understanding that the man worked for Czerka, and that Czerka was not his family, clearly showing the difference in cultures between the Core and the Rim.

He turned his attention away from the man, who would not doubt go on the hunt for juicy tit-bits of news to feast on, as Nor'baal himself ventured toward a rapidly approaching young sentient, who introducing himself as a 'Jedi'. Nor'baal allowed his confusion to show, for the Jedi was not a group he had heard of in some considerable while, for their activity in the Outer-Rim near his home-world was (thankfully) lacking greatly. The Hutt had never really understood the Jedi and their way of thinking, for they had in his eyes a very simplistic view of right and wrong - light and dark - conflicting with the Hutts belief of 'Morally Grey'.

Furthermore, the Hutt doubted that Thelonious really did take much pleasure in being here, but he decided to play along - in the interest of formality, and also in no small part through the distrust he held most users of the 'force' in. Before he could form a full reply however, the Hutt was forced to break into a somewhat bigger smile thanks to the next arrival, Jett Nova - an old associate of his - who truly knew how to impress a Hutt. Great and Powerful, he thought, the man has not forgotten what I taught him about my people.

He offered a greeting to both of the approaching sentients <Welcome to both of you, Knight Thelonious and Mr. Nova! I hear some are calling you the Devil of Mos Espa now? he chortled, clearly aware of the conflicting ethical compasses of the men before him <I am sure the two of you will get on fine! So tell me, Jed'ia....> he said, accenting the 'ia' greatly <....what brings you to the doorstep of the Hutts?>

The Hutt, his greetings finished, eyed another member of the media (@Soverin), alongside the arrival of Senator Aren Krass (@Prudence) and began to move toward them - hopefully with the Knight and Nova in tow - to greet the Senator, and offer the customary total blanking to the press (a trait he was becoming rather keen on developing). Nor'baal was interested in seeing what sort of Senator this 'Krass' was, for one who came to the Hutt Embassy - even under such protection - clearly had other interests in being here bar the free drinks.

Krass smiled warmly as the Hutt approached him. He gave a short and curt bow that gave off an aura of respect, but hinted of the hierarchy of Senators vs Ambassadors.

"Ambassador Koragga welcome to the Republic! I hope your stay here has been nice? I certainly do love the reopening of the Embassy." he motioned to the building around them.

Krass was sizing up the ambassador. If the man was anything like other Hutts, he would be a powerful ally. Hutts had a keen knack for gathering people of power, and skill, into their pocket, and amassing criminal empires that could rival the strength of political empires. In his grand plan, this Hutt would serve crucial, should such actions be necessary. Depending on the Hutt turned out to be, Krass would begin to arrange their business relationship in a mutually beneficial manner.

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

There just had to be one, sighed the Hutt as the odd looking alien came up to him, asking who had designed his body art. Does it matter? Really? he thought to himself, wondering if anybody would actually read it at all - but regardless, he gave the answer. <Dogurra, a Togruta from the distant world of Sleyheron, where such designs are a custom for my people!> he boomed by way of reply.

The Jedi however, was curious to Nor'baal - for he found it hard to understand their ways. He chose simply to ignore the beings 'need to be here' and instead returned a focus to Senator Krass, nodding with respect as the man spoke to him. <I am glad you like this Embassy Senator, tell me - what brings you to this gathering?> he asked, knowing well that there would be a reason for the man being here.

 

[Aren Krass]

There just had to be one, sighed the Hutt as the odd looking alien came up to him, asking who had designed his body art. Does it matter? Really? he thought to himself, wondering if anybody would actually read it at all - but regardless, he gave the answer. <Dogurra, a Togruta from the distant world of Sleyheron, where such designs are a custom for my people!> he boomed by way of reply.

The Jedi however, was curious to Nor'baal - for he found it hard to understand their ways. He chose simply to ignore the beings 'need to be here' and instead returned a focus to Senator Krass, nodding with respect as the man spoke to him. <I am glad you like this Embassy Senator, tell me - what brings you to this gathering?> he asked, knowing well that there would be a reason for the man being here.

Aren smiled at the Hutt as he returned greetings. He then asked Aren a question. He could answer it in a number of ways, lies, truths, half truths, the likes, but he decided on a simple truth,

"To welcome a potential new member world in the Republic, and greet someone who will hopefully be a powerful ally."

All of which was true, though the real emphasis on this travel had been the last part. He hoped he and the Hutt would be able to strike some sort of alliance that could prove to be mutually beneficial.

 

[The Derp of Hooves]

"Quite,"was the simple reply from Thelonious to Jett's admission about war. In fact he had almost been drafted for the skirmish over Felucia, but through the will of the force he had been overlooked. In truth Thelonious would've liked to talk to Jett more about his operations on Tatooine however he had asked to be excused and the conversation turned towards Senator Krass.

Thelonious was intrigued with Krass. He had never had the chance to speak with a senator before, high ranking political officials yes, but not a senator. It was due time to make some friends.

"It is a pleasure to meet you senator, perhaps this could be a fortuitous meeting for all."

 

[Sangga]

The slightly perplexed look in the large Hutt's eyes caused her fluid sack to jump and squirm. Then his mighty voice rumbled out his response. She turned to her nearby camera-Rodian "Darlings, Dogurra should be the talk of the town, their work, no their art on the Ambassador is stupendous."

"Thank you Flo, Flo Tyerie everyone." Ralt Procener turned to his colleague beside him. "It is certainly interesting to see the Jedi have representation here this evening, wouldn't you say Ghista? I mean they are scarcely seen in these diplomatic celebrations, more often then not they are seen bordering the Senate or we hear of them in dispatches on the Senate floor."

"Yes indeed Ralt, but it would now seem that the Ambassador is being questioned by the Senator of Correlia."

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A polite response and then a swift exit. This was the life of someone known in media. People became afraid to talk to you in case you smeared them all over the galaxy. But what joy he could bring to those that would befriend him. What peace could be brokered, and conflicts could be stopped by the media. But in the same breath he'd have to say, 'And for what? A good feeling?' There was no news like bad news, blood sold ink. If people could provide him a war, he'd provide the story. That in essence was what people found a little off putting, some would go so far as to hate him for it. He was a man that would make money from Death, not killing but Death.

He placed the recorder back in his pocket and made his way around the great embassy listening to little pieces of conversations. He did not lean, nor did he strain. The room was a din of murmured half-truths and people chatting away the evening over nothing. He remained calm and collected, pacing around with a half filled flute of bubbling wine.