Private Learning politics over lunch

[Loris Weavemark]

Naboo truly was a lovely planet, in fact it reminded Loris of some of the places on his homeworld. With this being where the Senate Building was located, he had no issues finding it a comfortable place to stay. He was currently sorting out his office in the building, like all Senators have. It didn't have much in it, just some shelves with wooden carvings, a tapestry on the wall, and a picture of his home village on the desk.

It felt daunting, being in the building. Despite being one of the oldest of his kind, he felt like a young and inexperienced amateur in the stage he now found himself. He had recently become his people's first representative in the Senate, and as such was still somewhat of a novice in galactic politics and relations, having only been a negotiator and representative on a much smaller scale. He had decided he needed to learn of his new peers and their views before he knew how to go about helping his people.

He wanted his people to have good relations with the rest of the galaxy, trading natural resources on their planet (such as fruits and other exotic flora that the Raggidolls didn't require to survive) with other species, such as materials from others. He hoped that such trades may help his people feel more connected to the rest of the galaxy, using materials from other planets for their future generations to demonstrate such connections. Although, at the moment, he couldn't help but feel like he was both overthinking things and underselling them simultaneously, feeling these were simply the over-ambitious thoughts of a new Senator new to the craft.

He decided for now not to dwell on it, as now he wished to meet some of his peers. Looking at the time, he assumed there may be some in the cafeteria having lunch, so he decided to head there. He hoped he could do right by his people, and that required him to learn of politics to a higher degree, as well as learn of other politicians themselves.

Gram Arranda

 

[Gram Arranda]

Gram Arranda, the Ambassador for Alderaan, sat in the cafeteria of the Naboo Senate building. Much of his lunch sat uneaten on the table in front of him, his attention taken up by his datapad.

Princess Liana Organa 's prediction of the Black Sun's fall had come to pass with startling speed. Events in the High Republic had likewise spiraled, with the capture of a Corellian ambassador seemingly putting the faction on the road to war against the Sith sooner rather than later. How all of this would affect the decision of whether or not to grant Alderaan membership was yet unclear, but Gram was doing his best to prepare them for whatever came next.

Absorbed in his work, he paid little heed to the flow of people in and out of the cafeteria. Only when he finally took a break to sip his caf did he catch a glimpse of the being walking past his table. He did a double take, stunned by what appeared to be a life-size straw doll walking around, before quickly tempering his shock, not wanting to stare impolitely. Truly, the galaxy was an incredibly diverse place.

Loris Weavemark​

 

[Loris Weavemark]

Loris had eventually found the cafeteria of the large building, after having gotten lost a few times. Being in such a large building and only having one eye to try and read such an extensive map wasn't the easiest thing in the world, but that was by the by. Regardless, Loris had made it to his desired location. It was a standard cafeteria, with a fair amount of people spread out around it. He noted that many were already absorbed in conversation with others and did not want to interrupt, so he wandered slightly to see if anybody was free.

Eventually, he walked past a table with a single human male sitting at it, clearly doing some work. As he passed the table, he saw the human notice him and have a brief moment of shock. He chuckled to himself, thinking back to the numerous looks of a similar variety he has had in recent times.

He approached the man, hoping he wouldn't mind some conversation, if not he'd simply apologise for intruding and carry on. However, that was in case the man did not wish for conversation, while Loris proceeded hoping he would. He stood by a seat and spoke to the man, in the telepathic ways of the Raggidolls, "Do you mind if I take a seat, good sir?"

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Gram Arranda