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Verity Stuyveris left the intelligence briefing and headed directly to the car, telling her Chief of Staff Lucien Varencourt to call ahead to the Alderaanian Embassy for an urgent appointment, with apologies for the short notice. Verity was no stranger to the embassy, having championed Alderaan's entry into the High Republic from the beginning, she had been there a few times to work out details and of course to attend the gala there, where she had met the Queen of Alderaan herself. She had been pleased when their diplomatic efforts had won through and the Senate had endorsed the notion that Alderaan must be brought into the fold.
She was decidedly less pleased now.
Crossing the lobby of the Senate office building, where the political press liked to lie in wait, she offered no comment to their questions. "Not now, ladies and gentlemen, sorry. Perhaps when I get back." That didn't stop them surrounding and peppering her with questions, but Verity was true to her word and didn't answer a single one. She tried to keep her face serene, but she could feel her jaw throb at how tightly she had clenched her teeth. Varencourt met her at the entryway with confirmation that he had called ahead to the Alderaanians. When they were safely ensconced in the speeder, easing into midday Theed traffic, she turned toward her Chief of Staff. "Can you get me a version of the intelligence I can share with the Alderaanians? Whatever we have that's not classified."
"It should be coming through any moment, Senator," Varencourt said. "I requested it before we left the briefing."
Verity's eyebrows lifted and she nodded, quietly impressed. "Right. Good."
True to form, she had the document on her datapad by the time the car eased to a halt outside the plaza which hosted the Alderaanian Embassy in Theed. The pair emerged from the backseat and Verity slid on a pair of sunglasses before they began to wind through the artisan stalls that peppered the square. Verity made a note to stop on the way back to the speeder; there were a few things that caught her attention, but there was important business to attend to. They stopped at the security office, where Verity tucked her sunglasses into her pocketbook and then turned the works over for security inspection. When that was all through, she and Varencourt took to the stairs and met the reception area at the top. Verity came to a rest at the receptionist's desk. "Good afternoon," she said, her voice polite and mildly apologetic. "Senator Stuyveris of Druckenwell for the Ambassador and Junior Ambassador. My office called ahead, but it is rather short notice. Do you know if they will be able to see me?"
