Gilamar Skirata
The most important step is always the next one
Ithor
It seemed like it had only been a few days since the Treaty of Ithor had been signed between the smaller nations of the Galaxy, yet here he was again. This time he was alone, as this was a meeting between the representatives of the five factions. For this he had left his armor at home, or more precisely aboard his freighter in the Starport. It felt strange not having the heavy metal armor weighing on his shoulders. He felt he would much rather have that than the weight of today's topic weigh on him any day. For today he wore a less than formal plaid button up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a pair of beaten up pants and a pair of bantha leather shoes.
Sitting with his fingers interlaced he watched as the other representatives walked in and took their own seats. He met eyes with some of them, but for the most part he kept his eyes to the datapad with information streaming in. Casualty reports mostly, there were virtually no refuges, the entirety of both systems had been eradicated within minutes if not seconds. He heard from somewhere that when a large amount of life had been lost, Force users could feel it around the Galaxy. He was glad he didn't have to feel anything like that...The pain they must feel.
Sliding his finger over the touch screen of his Datapad, he pulled up a screen of notes that went alongside the constant data stream. The members were seated and the meeting of the century was about to begin.
It seemed like it had only been a few days since the Treaty of Ithor had been signed between the smaller nations of the Galaxy, yet here he was again. This time he was alone, as this was a meeting between the representatives of the five factions. For this he had left his armor at home, or more precisely aboard his freighter in the Starport. It felt strange not having the heavy metal armor weighing on his shoulders. He felt he would much rather have that than the weight of today's topic weigh on him any day. For today he wore a less than formal plaid button up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a pair of beaten up pants and a pair of bantha leather shoes.
Sitting with his fingers interlaced he watched as the other representatives walked in and took their own seats. He met eyes with some of them, but for the most part he kept his eyes to the datapad with information streaming in. Casualty reports mostly, there were virtually no refuges, the entirety of both systems had been eradicated within minutes if not seconds. He heard from somewhere that when a large amount of life had been lost, Force users could feel it around the Galaxy. He was glad he didn't have to feel anything like that...The pain they must feel.
Sliding his finger over the touch screen of his Datapad, he pulled up a screen of notes that went alongside the constant data stream. The members were seated and the meeting of the century was about to begin.
@Akio Kahoshi @Tarika Sadow @[member="[/COLOR]Genesis Rostu"] @Domino @Qae Shena @[member="Boolon Murr"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"]