Jin strode through the brightly lit corridors of ‘The Preserver,’ the same Redemption-class medical frigate he’d rode on his voyage to Firrerre in the aftermath of the Sith’s bombardment. It had become a personal favorite ship of his, a sign of Fondor’s wealth and his many accomplishments since being elected as its senator. Of course, there was still a long way for him to go—enemies to destroy, wars to win, rivals to run into the ground. If he intended to make Fondor the new powerhouse of the Core, he could leave no room for failure.
Which was why he was here today, in orbit around Uivuy Exen, and soon to be in the company of a certain, laughably dumb Chancellor. Venka, per usual, trailed after him in a sparkling jade green suit, bulletproof and rigged with a healthy assortment of knives. She whispered to him from over his shoulder, “Please Jin, for once in your life, play nice. You can’t keep making enemies left and right when the political climate is this delicate.”
“Come on. You can hardly call Emil an enemy. The man’s been run through by the Consortium, the Prime Minister, twenty tabloid reporters and a pigpen. He’s more like a fly on the wall, begging to be swatted.” Just as those words left his lips, Jin spotted the man in the cargo hold, surrounded by his personal security and advisers, preparing to board the sleek transport that would take them down to the planet’s surface. He didn’t bother with pleasantries or familiar introductions. Senator Vaisra only gave a curt bow, a lackluster handshake, and a trademark smile.
“There he is,” he said. “The poster child for the New Republic’s foster care system. How have you been, Chancellor Ro? Still searching for a father figure that thinks you’re worth his time?”
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Which was why he was here today, in orbit around Uivuy Exen, and soon to be in the company of a certain, laughably dumb Chancellor. Venka, per usual, trailed after him in a sparkling jade green suit, bulletproof and rigged with a healthy assortment of knives. She whispered to him from over his shoulder, “Please Jin, for once in your life, play nice. You can’t keep making enemies left and right when the political climate is this delicate.”
“Come on. You can hardly call Emil an enemy. The man’s been run through by the Consortium, the Prime Minister, twenty tabloid reporters and a pigpen. He’s more like a fly on the wall, begging to be swatted.” Just as those words left his lips, Jin spotted the man in the cargo hold, surrounded by his personal security and advisers, preparing to board the sleek transport that would take them down to the planet’s surface. He didn’t bother with pleasantries or familiar introductions. Senator Vaisra only gave a curt bow, a lackluster handshake, and a trademark smile.
“There he is,” he said. “The poster child for the New Republic’s foster care system. How have you been, Chancellor Ro? Still searching for a father figure that thinks you’re worth his time?”
@Mockingjay