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The Jedi Council has assigned a Jedi Knight and his apprentice to accompany a Republic senator on a diplomatic mission to Makem Te to act as body guards and ambassadors, while the senator negotiates for the resources for the manufacturer of ships and vehicles for the Republic in accordance with the recent Treaty of Coruscant.
The Consular-class Light Cruiser exited hyperspace, the rotating blue shifted background star light that formed the tunnel through hyperspace quickly shifted to infinitely long starlines which rapidly shortened and became the pin pricks in the black void of space. The cool dark of space slowly changed to that of the arid and cloudy planet, Makem Te. The pilots went through the standard procedures of contacting the local flight control, requesting permission to land, being assigned a docking pad and the pre-atmospheric checks needed before landing.
All of this was taking place professionally and quietly in the command deck. The Senator was in the diplomatic salon pod, which was an upgraded version of the standard salon pod on this class of vessel. It was more elegant and spacious with better seating and the latest in hologram pad with full color transmission and 720 sensor scanning to allow for full body images and interactions. He was reading over the terms of negotiation and the allowances he could take, as well as the prohibited items, in his opinion, very limited negotiations. The Imperial Protocol Droid that had been assigned to him, stood off to one side ready and eager to provide any assistance his charge required. It was also monitoring his every activity to ensure it would not have to report any deviant behavior to it's masters.
Back in the regular lounge, which was just aft of the formal dining hall sat a middle aged human male, his eye closed and expression neutral. He was dressed in charcoal grey tunic with black trousers with a dark brown tabard draped over it. His dark navy blue cloak was laying on the couch next to him. On his hands were clasped around a steam mug of caf, the rich nutty and chocolate aroma filling the relatively small room. On the table next to his left arm was a 55 centimeter ornately carved and decorated silver and gold metal tube, it was an extension of himself. A tool used when words were not enough or no longer and option. It was a double-bladed lightsaber, the iconic weapon of a Jedi. To the outside world he looks calm, at peace, possibly meditating. Or maybe napping. In reallity he was at peace and enioying the moment of calm and quiet. The Captain had been gracious and respectful during the trip. The Senator he had been assigned to watch over had not argued too much about him handling security and for the most part had stayed in the salon pod. His other charge, was a different story. She was impatient and brash, often leaping headlong into a situation without knowing all, or any of the facts. Though her heart was generally in the right place, wanting to help and protect those who appeared to be in need. She was young and this was the way of Padawans. She was also gifted in the use of the Force, having learned to use it on her own in the gutters of Corellia, though she had been much older then most younglings were allowed to be, he had felt a pull in the Force to take her on as his Padawan Learner, much to the objection of the council. And that was one of the many reasons they had been assigned this current mission; Resource Negotiations.