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@Philosoraptor
Vinsoth.
Umalor.
Umalor had always been a historically neutral city in the history of Vinsoth. Which is why the Jedi Order had advised the Mon and Needmo tribes, the two strongest tribes on Vinsoth, to negotiate a peace before their feud became a full out war. The two tribes agreed to meet in the markets of Umalor, were dirty and worn out slaves were separated from their families, sold to crime lords, Hutts and other miscreants. Personally Emil would want to end this disgusting practice and occupation, but she understood why the Jedi were adverse to the idea. Ending a practice that had been apart of the Chevin culture for millennia would lead to instability. Something the Sith could exploit to their advantage. Prepares after this war was over and done with.
She stood, arms crossed and eyes scanning the rooftops for any assassins. She wouldn't be surprised if either of the tribes set up snipers. Either as assurance or to eliminate their rivals. The buildings were primitive in construction, being made out of adobe that had been colored to be a pale yellow.
She was with another Jedi Knight. Who's name was Ciaran Sun. She didn't know the man, but he seemed to be nice enough. Of course, the two families seemed to be taken their time. The meeting was suppose to begin hours ago. Yet neither family had arrived. Tapping her foot, Emil began drawing to past the time-putting the finishing touches on a drawing of a man in Corellian green Mandalorian armor carrying two blasters, heat steaming off their barrels.
As she didn't trust the two families, she wore a light armored vest that would give her a good two shots worth of protection. Of course, she did sigh in relief and put away her notebook as the two families finally arrived, on opposite sides of each other of course. The two leaders, Neema Mon of the Mons and Saartha Needmo of the Needmo, were dressed in ornate robes, along with four Chev bodyguards dressed in golden armor armed with halberds.
The reason they were here was simple. A trading and land dispute. Both the Mon and Needmo said that the slave pens north of Umalor belonged to them, each side having ancient documents, so old they were in printed form, that supported their claim. If one of the families documents was a forgery, Emil didn't know. But she knew that a seemingly simple dispute was bringing the two tribes dangerously close to war.
Vinsoth.
Umalor.
Umalor had always been a historically neutral city in the history of Vinsoth. Which is why the Jedi Order had advised the Mon and Needmo tribes, the two strongest tribes on Vinsoth, to negotiate a peace before their feud became a full out war. The two tribes agreed to meet in the markets of Umalor, were dirty and worn out slaves were separated from their families, sold to crime lords, Hutts and other miscreants. Personally Emil would want to end this disgusting practice and occupation, but she understood why the Jedi were adverse to the idea. Ending a practice that had been apart of the Chevin culture for millennia would lead to instability. Something the Sith could exploit to their advantage. Prepares after this war was over and done with.
She stood, arms crossed and eyes scanning the rooftops for any assassins. She wouldn't be surprised if either of the tribes set up snipers. Either as assurance or to eliminate their rivals. The buildings were primitive in construction, being made out of adobe that had been colored to be a pale yellow.
She was with another Jedi Knight. Who's name was Ciaran Sun. She didn't know the man, but he seemed to be nice enough. Of course, the two families seemed to be taken their time. The meeting was suppose to begin hours ago. Yet neither family had arrived. Tapping her foot, Emil began drawing to past the time-putting the finishing touches on a drawing of a man in Corellian green Mandalorian armor carrying two blasters, heat steaming off their barrels.
As she didn't trust the two families, she wore a light armored vest that would give her a good two shots worth of protection. Of course, she did sigh in relief and put away her notebook as the two families finally arrived, on opposite sides of each other of course. The two leaders, Neema Mon of the Mons and Saartha Needmo of the Needmo, were dressed in ornate robes, along with four Chev bodyguards dressed in golden armor armed with halberds.
The reason they were here was simple. A trading and land dispute. Both the Mon and Needmo said that the slave pens north of Umalor belonged to them, each side having ancient documents, so old they were in printed form, that supported their claim. If one of the families documents was a forgery, Emil didn't know. But she knew that a seemingly simple dispute was bringing the two tribes dangerously close to war.
