It had been a long time.
The stares at the passing refugees, vode who had been cast aside. Felt alienated. On their own planet. In their own system. By a war in which he waged. By violence that he dealt. He might've hurt their friends, their families. His presence here was only tolerable due to his reputation.
And a begrudging acceptance from [member="Gilamar Skirata"] to meet him.
Gilamar took no precautions, Preliat was stripped of his weapons, though many kept their distance. Preliat did not need a weapon to inflict pain and misery. Sometimes his words were all that it took. But now, he intended to use his words to mend a wound.
He walked slowly, escorted up to the bridge. It was where Gilamar was waiting for him.
Gilamar came into view.
Preliat removed his helmet and stared his mentor in the face.
"I request an audience with you."