Hergalor was a proud Ithorian. While a part of the scattered Ithorian diaspora, he worked tirelessly to maintain his understanding of the language, politics of the planet, and still cultivated a personal spiritual relationship to the Mother Jungle. His singular social policy was to advocate for Ithorian and other non-human language classes on Taanab, in part, so his daughters would know themselves as Ithorians as well as Taanabians. He always, quietly, hoped his daughters would walk a different path then him - that they would become renowned conservationists, botanists, teachers, healers...paths different than the dark road their father walked.
His mind drifted to such topics throughout his journey to Ithor. As the war between FWA and Sith Empire dragged on, Prime Minister Belasi begun to advocate for greater defensive steps from the disparate worlds, with a goal of ending the war. This mission took Hergalor to the farthest edges of FWA space - to his own people's homeworld - to negotiate with three planets and find a common cause. This would not be an easy task: The worlds of Ithor, Er'Kit, and Phaeda each had radically different problems and radically different philosophies on how to solve them. Hergalor was unsure if he alone could negotiate Taanabian peace with any of them - in fact, peace was not his primary aim. As Taanab sold to both Sith and Senate alike, in some ways, the conflict kept a supply of hungry mouths flowing towards Taanabian goods. No, Hergalor had...personal interests today, outside of just negotiating what would likely be a worthless peace treaty.
To balance his exceedingly selfish interests, Hergalor would be joined by two of the FWA's finest: Senators Phineas Hawthorne of Ord Mantrell and Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl of Kashyyk. The three would have to balance each others energies to successfully negotiate with the diplomats of the three worlds: Ithor, peaceful and serene. Er'kit, ever beset by slavers and crime. Phaeda, a planet so insignificant that they considered joining the Empire to raise their own status. Hergalor could only hope that the emotional impulses of his colleagues could give way to actual diplomacy today. But either way, a trip home would be nice.
Hergalor's personal shuttle touched down in one of the many headships that floated above the untouched jungles of Ithor. He had arrived early, to take in the sights and pay respects to the Mother Jungle in private once more. However, the clock marched on, and it quickly became the moment when his colleagues would arrive. With a sigh, he headed towards a tall, silver spire - an administrative office where negotiations were set to take place. For once, he did not wear his bulky translator - today, he could speak his native tongue on his native world. He hoped his colleagues would have translators of their own.
He hoped they wouldn't fuck this up for him.
His mind drifted to such topics throughout his journey to Ithor. As the war between FWA and Sith Empire dragged on, Prime Minister Belasi begun to advocate for greater defensive steps from the disparate worlds, with a goal of ending the war. This mission took Hergalor to the farthest edges of FWA space - to his own people's homeworld - to negotiate with three planets and find a common cause. This would not be an easy task: The worlds of Ithor, Er'Kit, and Phaeda each had radically different problems and radically different philosophies on how to solve them. Hergalor was unsure if he alone could negotiate Taanabian peace with any of them - in fact, peace was not his primary aim. As Taanab sold to both Sith and Senate alike, in some ways, the conflict kept a supply of hungry mouths flowing towards Taanabian goods. No, Hergalor had...personal interests today, outside of just negotiating what would likely be a worthless peace treaty.
To balance his exceedingly selfish interests, Hergalor would be joined by two of the FWA's finest: Senators Phineas Hawthorne of Ord Mantrell and Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl of Kashyyk. The three would have to balance each others energies to successfully negotiate with the diplomats of the three worlds: Ithor, peaceful and serene. Er'kit, ever beset by slavers and crime. Phaeda, a planet so insignificant that they considered joining the Empire to raise their own status. Hergalor could only hope that the emotional impulses of his colleagues could give way to actual diplomacy today. But either way, a trip home would be nice.
Hergalor's personal shuttle touched down in one of the many headships that floated above the untouched jungles of Ithor. He had arrived early, to take in the sights and pay respects to the Mother Jungle in private once more. However, the clock marched on, and it quickly became the moment when his colleagues would arrive. With a sigh, he headed towards a tall, silver spire - an administrative office where negotiations were set to take place. For once, he did not wear his bulky translator - today, he could speak his native tongue on his native world. He hoped his colleagues would have translators of their own.
He hoped they wouldn't fuck this up for him.
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