Before and after an odd meeting on his homeworld of Taanab, Senator Hergalor togTherador had been ironing out a treaty with two of the Free Worlds Alliance's most notable members: Onderon and New Alderaan. Both parties had expressed interest in a mutual investment and heavy weapons sale, so Hergalor decided to simplify the process by bringing the three into the same room. Now, the deal to make Taanab Agroecological Cooperative the master planner and land developer of New Alderaan was all but finished; it had been okayed by the Senator himself, and all that remained was to meet with his embassy's staff to sign the dotted lines.
It was also an opportunity for some casual diplomacy. Hergalor's yacht ferried him and Senator Graves leisurely to New Alderaan, offering the pair of overworked politicians a rare opportunity to rest in comfort. Of course, Hergalor always blew off work; it just took a lot of effort to maintain the image of being an above-it-all fisherman. As their ship touched down on the surface of New Alderaan, Hergalor realized that he had been closed off for much of the trip, preferring to read quietly in his quarters rather than attend to the social expectations of his guest. He hoped he could make up for that indiscretion through a good time today.
Hergalor stood at the entrance of the yacht as the ramp slowly lowered. Through the window, he could see the beaming faces of New Alderaan's delegation. Hergalor affixed his mechanical translator to his mouths, turning to Cassian once more before they landed. "You ready, Graves? Let's make our planets some money." He patted the smaller Zeltron on the shoulder, chuckling at his own joke. Hergalor would spend the day cultivating this joviality.
It was also an opportunity for some casual diplomacy. Hergalor's yacht ferried him and Senator Graves leisurely to New Alderaan, offering the pair of overworked politicians a rare opportunity to rest in comfort. Of course, Hergalor always blew off work; it just took a lot of effort to maintain the image of being an above-it-all fisherman. As their ship touched down on the surface of New Alderaan, Hergalor realized that he had been closed off for much of the trip, preferring to read quietly in his quarters rather than attend to the social expectations of his guest. He hoped he could make up for that indiscretion through a good time today.
Hergalor stood at the entrance of the yacht as the ramp slowly lowered. Through the window, he could see the beaming faces of New Alderaan's delegation. Hergalor affixed his mechanical translator to his mouths, turning to Cassian once more before they landed. "You ready, Graves? Let's make our planets some money." He patted the smaller Zeltron on the shoulder, chuckling at his own joke. Hergalor would spend the day cultivating this joviality.
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