Ask Gambling on a Vision

[Nathan Braxon]

TEKSHAR FALLS CASINO, KUAT​

Nathan swilled his old-fashioned, watching the top notch whisky swirling in the crystalline glass.

This meeting mattered to him more than any for a while, though that was all the more reason he could treat it no different. The Senator was pretty damn good at absorbing information, but when he had started reading about Trina Kalist he had been unusually captivated. In many ways, he was walking the path this woman had already trod, trying to pursue his own vision for the greater good when others could not see it.

He hoped she could be an ally, but he could read between the lines of the intel. Trina Kalist had been knocked back more than once for her boldness. That could take the wind out of some people. It could engender bitterness in others.

Nathan glanced at his security chief Stamper, rolling his eyes at the stern look the big guy gave him back. Stamper knew his charge was more nervous than usual, but he knew better than to pass comment. At least he would keep the public off this mezzanine, so the two Senator’s could have some privacy.

The casino floor down below was a thriving picture of moving bodies and shifting credits, one of Kuat’s principal public attractions. Nathan began to wonder how his chips would play tonight.

@Sreeya

 

[Trina Kalist]

Once he arrived, he would find Trina Kalist already waiting for him. She was dressed in an elegant gown, her hair in a classy updo with long earrings. Since the collapse of the Republic and the Alliance, her stress level had multiplied. Kuat was a target for many factions due to the enormous shipyard looming in its atmosphere. While Raze’s death offered relief, she knew the Hutts or Sith were still contenders along with any other rival planet. She always stood by the Jedi despite how unpopular it made her with external planets. Her people backed her, and that’s all that mattered.

Her chestnut eyes studied the man as he approached, silently sizing him up. Trina knew he was a newer face in the game, but he was quickly becoming a known entity. He wasn’t shy about networking with people from all corners of the galaxy, and she was curious about what he would pitch today.

“Senator Braxon,” She said with a smile as she closed the distance to shake his hand, “I hope your journey was pleasant,” If his drink was empty, a droid with a tray arrived to offer more refreshments, “Have you been to Kuat before?”

@Alhon

 

[Nathan Braxon]

"Now that is a dress" Nathan answered in greeting. The Senator was genuinely a fan of those who dressed to impress. There was mysticism and magic in politics if you knew how to work it, and looking like the leader your people wanted you to be was the first step.

He shook the other Senator's hand, bowing his head briefly with more deference than usual. She read like a serious woman from a serious world, and now she looked like one too.

"Once" he answered, unbuttoning his tuxedo jacket "a flying visit with my father many years ago. Looking around, I'll have to come more often". He motioned towards the thriving casino floor down below, though in reality Nathan Braxon was no gambler. He always made sure to stack the deck before playing a card.

"I appreciate you making the time" he went on, accepting another drink from the tray "I must admit I've been wanting to meet you for a while. I thought our pond was tough to swim in, then I read your file mam". He leant back a little in his chair, sipping from his glass. "They actually put you in jail for fighting your corner..." he did not have to fake his incredulity "...I am surprised you have time for any of this anymore".

@Sreeya