The Red Crown of Eshan
Coruscant had changed… severely.
It had been some time since the Sith had roamed its levels, while the Galactic Empire held it tightly in its grasp — it was not for long. She could still see the residue of the Alliance while roaming the upper levels. She wondered how it was when the Jedi walked the streets — was it as prosperous as people had claimed?
She shook her head and looked up from the datapad in her hand. Quinn had been summoned as a diplomat for the most part. The meeting was long, boring, and full of posturing. She didn't enjoy it, but being able to peel back the fancy words to see what was underneath was a specialty of hers. Despite the warlords' desire to conquer, there was an underlying need for a semblance of order.
It was where she came in, looking down at the datapad, she made a note of another individual she eventually needed to make contact with. A man named Lysander… he was someone attached to her knowledge, Mercy. Her lips pursed as she figured anyone Mercy would put her name to was worth her attention.
The meeting soon concluded, and she stood to shake hands with the others. They congratulated her on her status with Eshan while also trying to broker other deals. Another whom she had seen in several meetings like this casually asked her to dinner. She pulled her hand away and waved carefully in front of her, turning him down as easily as she could. It had become awkward, and Quinn carefully excused herself from the boardroom.
The large building had become something of importance; she could see acolytes and the like wandering the halls. Another level of it had become another academy. Quinn looked around curiously, a warlord state having ordered schools… She shrugged and made another mental note on it.
The Covenant was an interesting place; she could see why people flocked to their way of life.
She continued down the hallway. There were a few more meetings and a lecture she needed to present. Still, she had only been meeting with lower-ranking officials… if they could even be called that. There was curiosity among the others who had joined Mercy at the top. Quinn hadn't fully met them, and while she had an idea, that didn't always mean she was right.
Mercy had and has been the only one she sees regularly. Shaking her head, she sighed and continued to wander the long halls of the recently realized academy.