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Alchamy pulled her white cowl on over her hair and moved from her home and entered into the waiting air taxi.
Father was in his office, reading over more old reports no doubt. He hadn't seen her leave, nor had she told him.
She climbed in and directed the cab driver to the address that she desired to go. Without question he took the currency and drove forward.
There was an almost private, dark looking group gathered by the entrance of a building, one going in at a time after showing an invitation card. Alchamy joined into the crowd and flashed a small card, needless to say it was faked but it could very easily be passed as a real one. She followed the others who had been allowed entry. Seeing the girl who had gotten her the entry card, she brushed by her whispering "Thanks," and went to another location far from the crowds.
Not much was known about the current Mandalorian affairs, but what was known was that they had split into two groups and it wasn't pretty. Time ticked by and she remained, waiting for someone to take the podium and settle the yapping crowds of people. One more minute passed before that someone to quiet the crowd stepped up to the podium and as if unwillfully, every being hushed and even Alchamy had taken pause to stare at him and they all listened intently as he began to speak.
Father was in his office, reading over more old reports no doubt. He hadn't seen her leave, nor had she told him.
She climbed in and directed the cab driver to the address that she desired to go. Without question he took the currency and drove forward.
There was an almost private, dark looking group gathered by the entrance of a building, one going in at a time after showing an invitation card. Alchamy joined into the crowd and flashed a small card, needless to say it was faked but it could very easily be passed as a real one. She followed the others who had been allowed entry. Seeing the girl who had gotten her the entry card, she brushed by her whispering "Thanks," and went to another location far from the crowds.
Not much was known about the current Mandalorian affairs, but what was known was that they had split into two groups and it wasn't pretty. Time ticked by and she remained, waiting for someone to take the podium and settle the yapping crowds of people. One more minute passed before that someone to quiet the crowd stepped up to the podium and as if unwillfully, every being hushed and even Alchamy had taken pause to stare at him and they all listened intently as he began to speak.