Sivaprasad
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As Andre Flux's courier shuttle touched down on the landing pad at Phaeda spaceport, he scanned over his notes one last time to make sure he had everything in order in his mind.
This Outer Rim planet, often referred to as a 'dirtball', which was a somewhat pejorative reference, had been defended for a long time by their military forces and a large planetary defense fleet. Although it had been a member of the Republic in the long distant past, political differences had led to Phaeda's withdrawal from the Republic, as well as from galactic politics in general. At the moment the Phaeda Militia, who were backed by the local authorities, decided who could enter and who could leave the spaceport. But seeing as this was an officially sanctioned meeting with the planetary government, Andre didn't expect to do much more than flash his id and they'd let him carry on to the meeting.
Turns out, things were not going to be quite that simple.
"Hey you! Against the wall, hands where we can see them!!"
This was how Andre was greeted upon stepping off the shuttle, by a large group of men wearing bandoliers and carrying some kind of blaster rifles. Andre wasn't a specialist in weaponry, so he couldn't identify what they were. Not that it mattered right now. As Andre was pushed up against a nearby wall and had his blaster pistol taken from him, he wondered how long this friendly and welcoming treatment could delay him and his fellow Senator from getting to the meeting point.
Speaking of which, where the hell was the other Senator? From what Andre had heard of his reputation, the man could be useful in this kind of situation.
@Mad Dog
This Outer Rim planet, often referred to as a 'dirtball', which was a somewhat pejorative reference, had been defended for a long time by their military forces and a large planetary defense fleet. Although it had been a member of the Republic in the long distant past, political differences had led to Phaeda's withdrawal from the Republic, as well as from galactic politics in general. At the moment the Phaeda Militia, who were backed by the local authorities, decided who could enter and who could leave the spaceport. But seeing as this was an officially sanctioned meeting with the planetary government, Andre didn't expect to do much more than flash his id and they'd let him carry on to the meeting.
Turns out, things were not going to be quite that simple.
"Hey you! Against the wall, hands where we can see them!!"
This was how Andre was greeted upon stepping off the shuttle, by a large group of men wearing bandoliers and carrying some kind of blaster rifles. Andre wasn't a specialist in weaponry, so he couldn't identify what they were. Not that it mattered right now. As Andre was pushed up against a nearby wall and had his blaster pistol taken from him, he wondered how long this friendly and welcoming treatment could delay him and his fellow Senator from getting to the meeting point.
Speaking of which, where the hell was the other Senator? From what Andre had heard of his reputation, the man could be useful in this kind of situation.
@Mad Dog
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