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OFFICE OF THE CHANCELLOR // ENVOY FIELD RECORD
TAVO HALOR
TAVO HALOR
LOCATION Office of the Chancellor, Theed, Naboo ⟡ OBJECTIVE Awaiting Assignment
Tavo arrived early enough to avoid being early.
There was a distinction.
Being five minutes early allowed for security, an unexpected delay, or any of the other small complications that seemed uniquely capable of surviving every change of government the galaxy could throw at them. Being twenty minutes early suggested nerves, or an unhealthy enthusiasm for government buildings, and Tavo was inclined to neither.
The Chancellor's reception area was familiar enough that he crossed it without hesitation, though his attention still wandered briefly toward the Naboo cultural pieces arranged throughout the space. He had always appreciated that there was enough personality in the collection to distinguish it from the polished anonymity common to government offices. Inside the office was even more revealing.
The woman behind the reception desk supplied rather more personality of her own.
Tattoos marked what skin her clothing left visible, and there was something in the way she carried herself that suggested she had not spent her entire life sitting behind desks. Tavo had met enough people from Denon's lower levels to recognise the particular economy of movement. She looked perfectly capable of handling herself, which made the reception desk seem less an occupation than one more place from which she happened to be watching the room.
He offered her an easy, professional smile.
"Tavo Halor. The Chancellor's expecting me."
There was no particular emphasis on the surname, and certainly no expectation that it ought to accomplish anything for him.
Once the necessary formalities were dealt with, Tavo continued toward Dominique's office. His clothing was precise without being ceremonial, dark and understated in the manner he generally preferred when there was no uniform to make the decision for him.
Whatever had brought him here would become clear soon enough.
Until then, there was little point inventing complications that did not yet exist.
Tavo stopped outside her door, adjusted one cuff almost absently, and knocked three times.
Then he waited.
There was a distinction.
Being five minutes early allowed for security, an unexpected delay, or any of the other small complications that seemed uniquely capable of surviving every change of government the galaxy could throw at them. Being twenty minutes early suggested nerves, or an unhealthy enthusiasm for government buildings, and Tavo was inclined to neither.
The Chancellor's reception area was familiar enough that he crossed it without hesitation, though his attention still wandered briefly toward the Naboo cultural pieces arranged throughout the space. He had always appreciated that there was enough personality in the collection to distinguish it from the polished anonymity common to government offices. Inside the office was even more revealing.
The woman behind the reception desk supplied rather more personality of her own.
Tattoos marked what skin her clothing left visible, and there was something in the way she carried herself that suggested she had not spent her entire life sitting behind desks. Tavo had met enough people from Denon's lower levels to recognise the particular economy of movement. She looked perfectly capable of handling herself, which made the reception desk seem less an occupation than one more place from which she happened to be watching the room.
He offered her an easy, professional smile.
"Tavo Halor. The Chancellor's expecting me."
There was no particular emphasis on the surname, and certainly no expectation that it ought to accomplish anything for him.
Once the necessary formalities were dealt with, Tavo continued toward Dominique's office. His clothing was precise without being ceremonial, dark and understated in the manner he generally preferred when there was no uniform to make the decision for him.
Whatever had brought him here would become clear soon enough.
Until then, there was little point inventing complications that did not yet exist.
Tavo stopped outside her door, adjusted one cuff almost absently, and knocked three times.
Then he waited.
HOUSE HALOR // SERVICE • DISCIPLINE • UNDERSTANDING
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