Resident President Meme
Darlyn hummed quietly as he sat at his desk, leaning back into his chair and spinning his DL-18 in his hand as he stared at a report in his other hand. He wasn't that long into his reign as the Minister of Justice, but even so in that short time he'd read more than his fair share of reports. Perhaps it was a side effect of being in charge of both Commenori order at home, and the rule abroad in their sector. Many a pirate still hadn't gotten the memo, and it was his job to figure out the method best suited to enact.
And he didn't know a damn thing about what to do. But he could probably fake it well enough.. he sighed and put the paper down, glancing at the time. It was almost time to meet someone.. he glanced about the very simple office as he stood up. A lovely desk, a cabinet of tea on one wall, a few nice chairs, and his suit of armor on a mannequin behind him. Wearing his robes, more formal looking than his actual armor, he had found a way to keep it near him.
It actually looked somewhat imposing, especially with the weapon rack beside it holding the drifter shotgun. He chuckled, hopefully it wouldn't deter whoever the woman he was meeting from maintaining her composure. He placed his lightsabers on his desk, and at just about the correct meeting time, he unlocked the door and took a seat. Hopefully this went well, he made sure to look extra professional, even if he was in an incredibly relaxed posture on the chair.
[member="Alarla ki"]
And he didn't know a damn thing about what to do. But he could probably fake it well enough.. he sighed and put the paper down, glancing at the time. It was almost time to meet someone.. he glanced about the very simple office as he stood up. A lovely desk, a cabinet of tea on one wall, a few nice chairs, and his suit of armor on a mannequin behind him. Wearing his robes, more formal looking than his actual armor, he had found a way to keep it near him.
It actually looked somewhat imposing, especially with the weapon rack beside it holding the drifter shotgun. He chuckled, hopefully it wouldn't deter whoever the woman he was meeting from maintaining her composure. He placed his lightsabers on his desk, and at just about the correct meeting time, he unlocked the door and took a seat. Hopefully this went well, he made sure to look extra professional, even if he was in an incredibly relaxed posture on the chair.
[member="Alarla ki"]