Ask Not Fond of Fondor

[Nicolas Clément]

Fondor City
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Ah yes Fondor, one of the notable ship manufacturing planets, the shipyards in orbit are impressive, the world below is heavily industrialized. Senator Nicolas Clément can't tell if what's in the sky is dust or smog, or a combination of both.

Nicolas' shuttle would arrive at the landing pad close by the government office where they are supposed to be meeting with local planetary government. The Jedi and the galaxy at large would benifit from the Haven-class medical space stations they are trying to get access to, Nicolas believes in that so he is willing to help the Jedi for it, despite a lot of the galaxy having less-than-flattering opinions about them. Nicolas is hopeful that the Fondor government will see reason.

Nicolas would exit his shuttle, he's wearing a nice suit. He can feel the winds blowing and the dust along with it. Nicolas would look out towards the sky, his Jedi contact he will be negotiating with should be here soon, he'd be on the lookout for them. Once he's here, they can get this underway.

@Rhogar

 

[Drastus Drahr]

Drastus had thought about flying himself, but... he wasn't much of a pilot. At least, he didn't think it would be awe-inspiring to see a Jedi nearly crash land. So, he settled on public transport. Even worse, it was a ride share. With that in mind, he planned out his trip to get him to Fondor five hours before he was expected. He didn't mind having to crash somewhere for a bit or taking a nap. Max had trusted him with some diplomatic, all on his own. Probably, because if Drastus faltered, Max had confidence that Senator Clement could seal the deal.

But even the best laid plans don't always work out. His transport to the planet had been about three hours late for the landing. To make it worse, it landed in some funky looking hangar that he could have sworn doubled as some kind of spice den. And to make it even. More. Worse.. His rideshare made him wait almost two hours! He was on the verge of being late! Finally when the rideshare showed up, the guy looked like he belonged in the spice den. The only upside is that there were two other people in the speeder, soo Drast felt a little safer.

Clad in his traditional clothing (which was nothing like Jedi clothing), he would blend in pretty well. Hopping in, he would make some small talk, or at least tried to until he realized how terrified the other passengers looked. He didn't get it.. until he did. Pedal to the metal, the speeder would rip off the platform at possibly illegal speeds. He couldn't count the time, just that everything suddenly hurt. Then came the sudden stop. Head banged off the passenger seat before him and he very nearly blacked out.

"Dreads! This is you! Get out!" the driver would yell.

Drast staggered from the speeder, dazed and confused. He checked his chono.. "On... time? Huh.." he would take another half dozen sluggish steps before he bumped into a well-dressed woman checking her make-up. "Oh, sorry.."

"Excuse me, do you mind?" She would say darkly.

"I do." he responded before snatching the mirror and stealing a glance at himself. "No-no, sorry. Head trauma. Ya look good, though." he did not. The tie for his dreads had come undone and he looked like a crazy man. "Ahh kriff..." he'd shove the mirror back into the stuttering womans hands before plucking a small leather strap off of her handbag.

Tying the dreads back once more, he looked... better... And now he was ready to find his contact. It didn't take him long, but soon he found himself before @Nicolas Clément , some hotshot Senator from... Alderaan? No, that one was blown up. New Alderaan.

Stepping up to the Senator he'd offer his hand "Senator Clement, I presume." He said with a wide grin. He had chosen to dress decent for this trip, black leatharis pants, a purple button up shirt, and a silver vest to top it off. At his hip, he bore his blaster and tucked into the vest was his lightsaber.

@The Good Doctor