Jedi Master
Three days had passed in a hectic blur. Order had been restored on Coruscant; the riots had died down into mostly peaceful protests shortly after the corrupting influence of Tenebris had ceased, and now all but the most determined individuals had returned to their daily lives. Despite this, there remained a dark cloud of anger, resentment and discontent over the ecumenopolis. The people may have gone back to their lives, but it had only been by necessity; they could not afford to not work.
Hawk watched the holonews feed from the bed of his hotel room and rolled his eyes. The media had already set about demonising the rioters and protestors. A number of arrests had been made over the past few days, and the security forces had performed raids on numerous underworld establishments. The media had bandied about the word "Terrorists", and was showing footage of the Mandalorians as evidence that the civil unrest had been caused by an outside influence.
"Councillor, Councillor Torshin, do you have any comment to make on the upcoming energy union vote to strike over pay? Or the ongoing inequality protests?" A reporter was shown lightly jogging alongside Councillor Torshin as his security team tried to block her off.
"Now I don't know what rumours you've been listening to Miss Reagan, but I have spoken to the union leaders today and they have assured me that no such vote has been or will be tabled. The energy workers have a very generous deal-"
"But Mr Councillor many would say that the deal is a real terms cut in their pay..."
The bodies of Councillor Torshin's security obscured the journalist as the Councillor entered his private vehicle and the rest of her statement was cut off.
Hawk frowned at the broadcast. The top energy union boss, a round faced fellow by the name of Ersher Dorton had unexpectedly quit his post only yesterday. Hawk had heard the same rumours that the reporter had, but he had also heard that there had been a heated argument between him and the Councillor two days previous. The Jedi Master had as of yet been unable to contact Dorton since he had quit his position.
As the stories began to repeat themselves Hawk changed the feed to see what was on Holonetflix and idly scrolled through the content. He had invited Kat over and it was almost time for her to arrive. The two had not had much time to talk over the last three days. Defeating a dark god and their denizens brought down a surpring amount of paperwork along with various security agencies wanting a full debrief on the situation. Hawk was already sick of telling the story, though he had dutifully done so what felt like a hundred times. The only time he had not grit his teeth and having to repeat the story was when he contacted the Witches of Dathomir. Even after all this time his name had carried some weight with them, and the coven mothers he had spoken to had agreed that the actions of the Mother and Daughter were sufficient to restore their honour and end their exile.
That had been the best part of the past few days; the Mother had all but collapsed in floods of happy tears when Hawk had told her the news. The two had left for Dathomir that morning.
Tomorrow was a meeting of the council. Councillor Torshin would be there, and Hawk would be too. Hopefully with Kat to help keep him calm in the face of slimy politicians.
Hawk stopped scrolling as he realised he had been doing so without really looking; his thoughts having drifted back to the bad feeling he had about Councillor Torshin and the ex union boss.
With a gesture, Hawk unlocked the hotel room door as he felt Kat approach.
"Come in, it's open," He called. "You can help me decide what to watch, my mind won't stop running over scenarios for tomorrow's meeting and far too many of them involve me shoving my lightsaber somewhere uncomfortable." He laughed.
Hawk watched the holonews feed from the bed of his hotel room and rolled his eyes. The media had already set about demonising the rioters and protestors. A number of arrests had been made over the past few days, and the security forces had performed raids on numerous underworld establishments. The media had bandied about the word "Terrorists", and was showing footage of the Mandalorians as evidence that the civil unrest had been caused by an outside influence.
"Councillor, Councillor Torshin, do you have any comment to make on the upcoming energy union vote to strike over pay? Or the ongoing inequality protests?" A reporter was shown lightly jogging alongside Councillor Torshin as his security team tried to block her off.
"Now I don't know what rumours you've been listening to Miss Reagan, but I have spoken to the union leaders today and they have assured me that no such vote has been or will be tabled. The energy workers have a very generous deal-"
"But Mr Councillor many would say that the deal is a real terms cut in their pay..."
The bodies of Councillor Torshin's security obscured the journalist as the Councillor entered his private vehicle and the rest of her statement was cut off.
Hawk frowned at the broadcast. The top energy union boss, a round faced fellow by the name of Ersher Dorton had unexpectedly quit his post only yesterday. Hawk had heard the same rumours that the reporter had, but he had also heard that there had been a heated argument between him and the Councillor two days previous. The Jedi Master had as of yet been unable to contact Dorton since he had quit his position.
As the stories began to repeat themselves Hawk changed the feed to see what was on Holonetflix and idly scrolled through the content. He had invited Kat over and it was almost time for her to arrive. The two had not had much time to talk over the last three days. Defeating a dark god and their denizens brought down a surpring amount of paperwork along with various security agencies wanting a full debrief on the situation. Hawk was already sick of telling the story, though he had dutifully done so what felt like a hundred times. The only time he had not grit his teeth and having to repeat the story was when he contacted the Witches of Dathomir. Even after all this time his name had carried some weight with them, and the coven mothers he had spoken to had agreed that the actions of the Mother and Daughter were sufficient to restore their honour and end their exile.
That had been the best part of the past few days; the Mother had all but collapsed in floods of happy tears when Hawk had told her the news. The two had left for Dathomir that morning.
Tomorrow was a meeting of the council. Councillor Torshin would be there, and Hawk would be too. Hopefully with Kat to help keep him calm in the face of slimy politicians.
Hawk stopped scrolling as he realised he had been doing so without really looking; his thoughts having drifted back to the bad feeling he had about Councillor Torshin and the ex union boss.
With a gesture, Hawk unlocked the hotel room door as he felt Kat approach.
"Come in, it's open," He called. "You can help me decide what to watch, my mind won't stop running over scenarios for tomorrow's meeting and far too many of them involve me shoving my lightsaber somewhere uncomfortable." He laughed.