Sargon Vynea
Spencer's guard unicorn
The jewel in the crown of the Republic, an ever shining gem the entire galaxy knew by site. Byss may stand closer to the very core of the known galaxy, but Coruscant was it's heart. Even from space it was simply amazing to look upon, so much life it seemed to have a pulse of pure light. Even as his shuttle pierced the planet's atmosphere he understood why this planet was the center of influence in the galaxy. Though a curious question did play through his mind. Did it become the center of the galaxy because of its nature, or did it become such a jewel because it was made the government's location?
Even as the shuttle touched down Sargon was already headed for the ramp, he wanted to smell the air. He didn't enjoy the stale air of spacecrafts, he never would at that. A planet's air spoke of its life though, its own unique signature in the galaxy, no two planets in the galaxy had the same life to it. Coruscant smelled of life in abundance, not the type of tropical life one gets from a jungle paradise untouched yet by the galaxy. Rather the hustle, and bustle of everyday life. Billions of sentient beings in constant flux well aware that they were on Coruscant and ever motion seemed a bit more hurried. The mix of life was amazing, in moments as he passed through speeder lanes he saw species he'd never seen before. It was an amazing world, and he was in love with it before he even arrived to the Senate.
The architectural wonders before him were enough to make his eyes widen like a small child. The Fringe had ancient wonders, and as a people were slowly pulling together their own unique culture. The Republic though was a rose in full bloom, and its flowering was before his eyes. He felt slightly out of place with his simple military uniform. He'd chosen it because it represented the entire Fringe better he felt. It wasn't an aggressive look with a thousand metals for self met glory, but a rather simple grey uniform that spoke of where the Fringe came from. He represented that past, but he was here to bring them forth into the future. A future of shared prosperity with the entire galaxy.
His courtesy guard from the Republic lead him towards @[member="Aleidis Ijet"] and her chosen meeting place with the Fringe representative. He had no illusions that he would need to prove his intentions, and that of the Fringe. Most of the galaxy saw them as over aggressive monsters, but in Sargon's opinion that couldn't be further from the truth of the situation. He did however happily note more Zabrak presence this far in the core, and Iridonia from what he understood was about the enter into the Republic, or had already. Here even his red skin blended into the background of thousands of different cultures. His hoped they would see that was the truth of the Fringe, it was a refuge, and second chance for anyone.
Even as the shuttle touched down Sargon was already headed for the ramp, he wanted to smell the air. He didn't enjoy the stale air of spacecrafts, he never would at that. A planet's air spoke of its life though, its own unique signature in the galaxy, no two planets in the galaxy had the same life to it. Coruscant smelled of life in abundance, not the type of tropical life one gets from a jungle paradise untouched yet by the galaxy. Rather the hustle, and bustle of everyday life. Billions of sentient beings in constant flux well aware that they were on Coruscant and ever motion seemed a bit more hurried. The mix of life was amazing, in moments as he passed through speeder lanes he saw species he'd never seen before. It was an amazing world, and he was in love with it before he even arrived to the Senate.
The architectural wonders before him were enough to make his eyes widen like a small child. The Fringe had ancient wonders, and as a people were slowly pulling together their own unique culture. The Republic though was a rose in full bloom, and its flowering was before his eyes. He felt slightly out of place with his simple military uniform. He'd chosen it because it represented the entire Fringe better he felt. It wasn't an aggressive look with a thousand metals for self met glory, but a rather simple grey uniform that spoke of where the Fringe came from. He represented that past, but he was here to bring them forth into the future. A future of shared prosperity with the entire galaxy.
His courtesy guard from the Republic lead him towards @[member="Aleidis Ijet"] and her chosen meeting place with the Fringe representative. He had no illusions that he would need to prove his intentions, and that of the Fringe. Most of the galaxy saw them as over aggressive monsters, but in Sargon's opinion that couldn't be further from the truth of the situation. He did however happily note more Zabrak presence this far in the core, and Iridonia from what he understood was about the enter into the Republic, or had already. Here even his red skin blended into the background of thousands of different cultures. His hoped they would see that was the truth of the Fringe, it was a refuge, and second chance for anyone.