New Republic Sector, Coruscant
Coruscant was a sad shell of the world it had been not that long ago. Ever since the galaxy collectively decided that the galactic capital didn't necessarily have to be in the galactic center, most of Imperial City had fallen into disrepair. But upon its return, the New Republic had reclaimed a district of its own, and returned some vibrancy to it in the process. Emil liked to imagine that the New Republic Sector was what the planet used to look like: neat and orderly skylanes, neon strobe lights powerful enough to pierce the upper atmosphere, and the subtle sense that one could influence the fate of the galaxy if only they survived their stay here.
Somewhat regrettably, Emil pulled away from the sight beyond the train car's viewport to face the man who was at once his temporary ally and a rival. They were both on one of Coruscant's few private monorails at the personal invitation of the Nome family: a clan of Bith starship designers who had fled their homeworld after the Sith took over. The Nomes had Sith history in their family and weren't keen to repeat it. But there was very little they could do from the safety of the Republic embassy on Coruscant. They needed allies. And, as it happened, so did both Emil and Jin.
"Remember," Emil said despite the fact that Jin would forget whatever he had to say next just to spite him. "The Nomes have somewhat of a fondness for nobility. Must be the stench of obscene wealth you lot exude like flatulence. So, do us both a favor and turn up the charm, yeah? At least smile instead of sitting there looking like an unwashed turnip."
Emil hated to admit, he'd come to love these exchanges with Jin. They kept him on his toes and were oddly stimulating despite how obviously the two wanted to claw out their throats. Here, though, they would need to behave—in front of the Nomes, at least. After all, they both needed this deal to go through. @Feng Mian
Somewhat regrettably, Emil pulled away from the sight beyond the train car's viewport to face the man who was at once his temporary ally and a rival. They were both on one of Coruscant's few private monorails at the personal invitation of the Nome family: a clan of Bith starship designers who had fled their homeworld after the Sith took over. The Nomes had Sith history in their family and weren't keen to repeat it. But there was very little they could do from the safety of the Republic embassy on Coruscant. They needed allies. And, as it happened, so did both Emil and Jin.
"Remember," Emil said despite the fact that Jin would forget whatever he had to say next just to spite him. "The Nomes have somewhat of a fondness for nobility. Must be the stench of obscene wealth you lot exude like flatulence. So, do us both a favor and turn up the charm, yeah? At least smile instead of sitting there looking like an unwashed turnip."
Emil hated to admit, he'd come to love these exchanges with Jin. They kept him on his toes and were oddly stimulating despite how obviously the two wanted to claw out their throats. Here, though, they would need to behave—in front of the Nomes, at least. After all, they both needed this deal to go through. @Feng Mian