Brotherly Diplomacy

[Josh Dragovalor]

Silver Space

Two neighbouring planets within the Silver Jedi Order’s space that the Order was protecting had begun to become incredibly hostile toward one another. Apparenty it was over trade or something of the sort. Something about cheapening on goods, chargin crazy prices and the traders keeping the rest for themselves while claiming they didn’t have anymore? Something like that. Either way, it appeared that the lot of them were preparing for the possibility of war. While the Silver Jedi Order did not govern over these two planets, it was their duty to protect them. So protecting them from starting a war from each other was part of that job.

While Josh had taken less jobs as of late due to filling in for Jyoti’s duties, this was something that Josh felt he should handle himself. He had selected his brother, [member="Gherron DragonsFlame"] as his partner for this assignment. He knew Gherron could handle himself if it came to it, but he also wanted to see how he handled a diplomatic engagement. He’d been nobility once, after all. It would be good way to see his skillset for future missions. And it’d be good to work with his brother and former Padawan again for the first time in years.

The two brothers would walk down the hall of the meeting halls. It seemed the meeting had already started, though they were alerted that the Silver Jedi Order had been dispatched to participate in the hearing. Josh looked toward Gherron, then.

“You ready for this?”​

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Though Josh had been serious when asking Gherron if he wanted to go on a diplomatic mission, there was still plenty of jabbing at him; after all, the old him tended to deal with most issues by fighting through them. He had always been a good scrapper, even when he had been picked up off the streets as a boy. It was in his blood. However, in more recent years he had gained some experience in the art of diplomacy, more often actually preferring to talk through things, especially since he now had people looking up to him, his son being one. So, to answer his brother’s question, he nodded with a small smile. ”Of course.”

One thing Gherron was not a fan of was the more traditional attire he had to wear on this occasion. After all, he was here as a representative of the Silver Jedi, not as himself. Though the years had changed much, one thing that had stayed constant was the terrible itching of his robes. He hated wearing them. Again though, this meeting wasn’t about him; it was about something bigger than himself, and that he would force himself to respect.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"Good. Remember that our job is to observe and if needed, interject to prevent war. No laser swords until it becomes necessary" He remarked, shooting him a grin. "But you were nobility. I'd hope you at least got some diplomatic experience between sitting around eating bon bons on your wife's dime" He then joked, a light rib. He didn't delve too far into the topic of Nefertari. He'd only met her a handful of times, but he understood that talking about an ex wife could be difficult. The context was his former noble status, nothing more.

He noticed Gherron squirming a bit in the robes. "You -are- wearing something under your robes, right?" He asked. "Because the way you're squirming, it looks like you're going skin to material" He commented. "If it's just your neck though, adjust it" He spoke then, adjusting his own robe to show what he meant.

Once they were in, and seated, Josh looked around at the delegation gathered on each side. One side was the typical burly sort of aliens, while the other side looked more the bookwormy, skinny types. If things escalated into warfare, it would be an interesting conflict. But it wasn't one that Josh hoped to see.

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[Gherron Dragovalor]

Gherron rolled his eyes at the not-too-subtle prop, a grin on his face. His brother was right though; his time as a fully-fledged duke, however short, had exposed him to quite a few encounters that had served to make him a more eloquent speaker when need be. He was quite proud of his skills in that area, as he had used it since then to calm down heated tempers as well as teach lessons to others. When the elder Dragonsflame mentioned his squirming however, he grimaced. "I assure you, I am wearing something underneath... Still, I never could get comfortable in this getup." Even still, he followed the advice given and adjusted his collar, feeling a little relief as a result. Once the two had found their seats, Gherron scanned the room casually, his mind already assessing possible threats. Though he preferred not fighting, it was a habit that was hard to break after being in so many situations that had the possibility to go awry. Once his eyes had passed over the entire delegation once or twice though, he relaxed, feeling confident in his abilities to act should anything go South.

[member="Josh Dragonsflame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh had to admit it, he was bored. He and Gherron had spent the last hour listening to these two be passive aggressive to one another. Sure, it had been entertaining at first but now he just wanted them to kiss and make up already. His head threatened to hit the table as the last hour had been difficult to endure. But he had a Jedi's patience. At least they seemed to be making progress... Ever so slowly. He noted that one of the sides was more muscular but more diminutive. Muscular dwarves, he wanted to call them. The others looked like something out of a horror movie. Very skinny, and very tall, and very grey. He didn't even remember what their species names were. Just that they were potentially going to war if this didn't work out. Thus the Jedi stepping in. But while they kept going off at each other here and there passive aggressively like both sides were Jack Harkness in the middle of a war truce discussion, they seemed to be finally ready to let bygones be bygones.

Josh let out a sigh in relief. They hadn't even needed to step in, which was nice. Josh heavily disliked politics, and this was one less set of politics he had to participate in.

At least until one of the skinny ones suddenly pulled out a blaster, screaming "DEATH TO THE FREAKS!" before blowing the head off one of the muscular dwarves before Josh could realize what was happening.

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