Do I Wanna Know?

[Black Noise]

@Diva


The Corellian Devil cracked her knuckles as she waited inside a small, private conference room inside the borrowed "Republic Consul Star Yacht, " and gently lifted a small cigarra to her lips. She flicked her fingers, creating a small flame with her pyromancy in order to light the cigarra, and took a long draw from it. Pyromancy, a useless ability she had only learned to the point of being able to light her cigarras, was something she often passed by when she fought. Anything that could be done with that could be done with telekinesis, and often with less difficulty.

But violence had not been her purpose in being here, not today. Today, she played the role of a tentative diplomat, feeling out the waters between the Mandalorian Dominion and the Jedi. As a result, the woman was unarmed in the conference room, dressed in horrible traditional robes, and a protocol droid stood outside the door, ready to accept any weapons and explosives from the diplomat from the Mandalorians. Devil was not a fan of Mandalorians, she thought them nothing more than an organized criminal organization, but it was a criminal organization that had become just as strong as the Jedi themselves, if not stronger.

The real question for Devil, though, was simple. Either they were criminals, or they were not, there was no grey line inbetween. Their meeting would determine more than the possibility of an alliance down the road, it would determine the personal experience of this one Jedi in regards to the Mandalorians. Folding her hands together, Devil waited.

 

[Diva]

Their courtesy was nerve racking.

Since taking her post with the Dominion, Nalu had been in a room with every type of culture, species, and corporate affiliate the galaxy had to offer. Through all of that, the Jedi might be the only ones who could still surprise her. If dogmatic, they were rarely too rash or stupid, and the certainly didn't mind digging into a conversation. The sheer diversity among their ranks could not be ignored, and always offered something fresh to every encounter. Today at least guaranteed the latter.

Based off her intelligence, a very...unconventional choice had been made for this meeting. This only seemed more appealing as she exited her shuttle to a dozen curious stares from younger Jedi with VERY strong opinions of the government she represented. She was not a born Mandalorian, in fact she had not yet formally adopted her foster culture, though the process was in motion. But she knew her job, and knew well the history between who she represented, and whom she now walked among. Nalu was grateful to be untouched by the force; she imagined she might otherwise be able to taste the emotional tension in the halls.

Of the four Protector escort she traveled with, Nalu had immediately dismissed two to wait with the ship, and her personal droid. Jedi had a tendency to display force only when faced with it, a pattern not worth testing now. The yacht was modest, but made for a short trip from hangar to the designated conference room. Her remaining escort was again displeased that she surrendered her single stun baton and ornamental blaster to the provided droid, rather than one of them. She answered them with a look that seemed effective, and opened the door.

To her pleasant surprise, the robed woman waiting for her had already filled the small space with a thin haze of smoke, pooling around the vent. On business Nalu was singularly uniform in appearance and demeanor; a clean and unforgiving pallet to suit the requirements of the meeting she was entering. In this rare instance, a willful crack in her armor appeared, and even left enough room for the faintest of smiles. How rarely she got to enjoy the casual pleasure of smoking during diplomatic affairs. Stopping the door with an arm, she waved over one of her guards, who handed her a small bronze case with gold filigree, and a soldiers field lighter. Then she allowed the door to close, and produced her own notably fragrant and well crafted cigerra with very little flourish, lit it, and tossed the case, lighter, and her holo-pad on the table as she sat across from the Corellian Devil.

A few moments of calm silence passed between the two women. Then...

I'm not sure if this was intentional cleverness on your part, but I am very grateful to be allowed creature comforts during these proceedings. Let us allow it to set the tone, perhaps, and mince fewer words? I'm certainly willing to listen first if you like...

@Black Noise