Khantor Ruu
Senator of Shili
It was just another long, hard day at the Senate Building on Coruscant. Passing new laws and approving of pointless bills...it was still all so new to Khantor and he didn't exactly feel like he was settled just yet into his new role. From another person's perspective however, it was a different story, or so he had been told. "You're a natural kid", and "Senator Rant would have been proud" were just of the few passing compliments he had been given during his first month as Senator for an entire star system! It seemed crazy that only a year ago Khantor was only dreaming of leaving Shili and now here he was, sitting in Senate Building of the Galactic Republic on Coruscant. It all seemed so surreal.
He continued down the corridor and walked into his office, where he sat in a finely carved wooden chair imported from home. Picking up his datapad, he skimmed through his mail, only briefly reading parts of the messages. As he was the most recently appointed to a Senatorial position, many other Senator's intended to take advantage of him, getting him to help win approval for a bill to be passed or make sure they had his vote for the next election. All of which he had accepted. He needed to make friends, if they could be called friends. Afterall he was new to all of this and needed someone on his side to give him helpful hints or advice.
It was when he was halfway through reading Senator Poochii's request to export some of the native Shilian turu grass to his homeworld of Malastare, when Khantor decided it was time to get some fresh air. Leaving his office, he began to wander through the gardens in the Senatorial sector. He found a sturdy tree and sat down to lean against it. He found himself slowly falling asleep listening to the sound of yet another busy day in the Capital world. He felt the presence of a figure standing in front of him, using his montrals he found that the figure was staring at him, however was already just on the verge of sleep that he couldn't sit up and shoo the person away.
He continued down the corridor and walked into his office, where he sat in a finely carved wooden chair imported from home. Picking up his datapad, he skimmed through his mail, only briefly reading parts of the messages. As he was the most recently appointed to a Senatorial position, many other Senator's intended to take advantage of him, getting him to help win approval for a bill to be passed or make sure they had his vote for the next election. All of which he had accepted. He needed to make friends, if they could be called friends. Afterall he was new to all of this and needed someone on his side to give him helpful hints or advice.
It was when he was halfway through reading Senator Poochii's request to export some of the native Shilian turu grass to his homeworld of Malastare, when Khantor decided it was time to get some fresh air. Leaving his office, he began to wander through the gardens in the Senatorial sector. He found a sturdy tree and sat down to lean against it. He found himself slowly falling asleep listening to the sound of yet another busy day in the Capital world. He felt the presence of a figure standing in front of him, using his montrals he found that the figure was staring at him, however was already just on the verge of sleep that he couldn't sit up and shoo the person away.