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A Trandoshan dressed in white, with a small pin of a clenched fist and a red ascot decorating his chest, walked with purpose towards the captain's quarters of the Asylum, his cape, lined with red velvet on the interior billowing out behind and to the sides of him. He'd spent most of the day carefully preparing a gorgeous propaganda campaign, one of his best-laid so far, to spread out among the peoples of a few neutral planetary systems and garner some support for an independent resistance movement. But for some reason, Bria wanted to see him. And as he had quickly learned, when Bria wanted something, you obliged her with haste.
An old-fashioned dossier was at his side; he preferred writing things down to swiping through datapads, despite the expense of getting paper and pens. It was a specialty trade, nowadays. But Slars was a special person. Perhaps special in a different sense to others, but to him he had always deserved the best.
At any rate he soon happened upon the door to the captain's quarters. He'd press the button off to the side of the door, activating the intercom system wired into it. "It's Slars, mate," he'd say calmly. "You wanted to see me?"
An old-fashioned dossier was at his side; he preferred writing things down to swiping through datapads, despite the expense of getting paper and pens. It was a specialty trade, nowadays. But Slars was a special person. Perhaps special in a different sense to others, but to him he had always deserved the best.
At any rate he soon happened upon the door to the captain's quarters. He'd press the button off to the side of the door, activating the intercom system wired into it. "It's Slars, mate," he'd say calmly. "You wanted to see me?"