Dusaro Dresari
How Times Changed
Dusaro had gotten an interesting mission up after having learned pyrokenisis from [member="Josh Dragonsflame"]. A noble house in the Tapani sector had called for Silver Jedi assistance with a certain matter. It was not anything major, mainly they just wanted a third party that was reliable and known for being level headed at a negotiating table. In this case, in spit of Dusaro not being the most... Diplomatic of people, he was a good choice. He had a bit of a reputation in the Tapani sector from previous jobs he had done there, back when he was still a Mercenary. Acted as a bodyguard and at another point, military consultant to one of the more open minded houses. Thanks to both of those jobs he had lived in the area for quite a while and was familiar with the intricacies of how to deal with nobles and all the specific, Tapani customs. But he was still not exactly a great Diplomat, which was the reason his master was sent along with him as well to make sure the mission went smoothly, to supervise and make sure Dusaro didn't do anything crazy.
All that said, Dusaro would be found in something abnormal. Jedi Robes. He never wore the things outside of ceremonies but he was wearing them today for this. He was also missing his usual plethora of weapons, no explosives even. For one thing Dus knew he was not going to be getting those past security, he knew how tight it was going to be so he didn't even try. That and he was familiar with this place, so he was more relaxed here then he might otherwise be elsewhere. This particular event was taking place on Procopia, one of the many Islands that the Noble houses claimed that dotted its surface. This one was something of a hub to the planet, built on one of the larger islands. It was one of the few places where the outsider commoners, the Nobles and everyone else mixed in the Tapani Sector. It was a rather grand sight to behold, though the stench of conspiracy and intrigue could practically be smelled from orbit. It was at least a more 'refined' kind of backstabbing then on places like Nar Shadda. They would arrange you a proper burial at least.
"Right right... Tapani sector, been to long." Dusaro said with a wry smirk as he brought his ship, the New Avalon YV-929 Armed Freighter in to land, having already gotten cleared. Josh would know well enough by now that Dusaro despised crowds, so him speaking fondly of a place like this would likely come across as... Odd to say the least. "May have to see about stopping by and visiting a certain lady friend of mind while we are in the block... Though knowing her, probably busy." Dusaro mused as he landed the freighter, getting up and heading to hop on out of the ship. "Ready to do this thing? Probably gonna be a day or two. It will be a bit of a walk, so we have some time to discuss on the way there." Dusaro had of course, told Josh about the situation and how the Tapani sector tended to be. In this case, the dispute they were going to help mediate was one concerning inheritance rights. A nice, complex thing when your family lines back several generations decided inbreeding was a good idea.
All that said, Dusaro would be found in something abnormal. Jedi Robes. He never wore the things outside of ceremonies but he was wearing them today for this. He was also missing his usual plethora of weapons, no explosives even. For one thing Dus knew he was not going to be getting those past security, he knew how tight it was going to be so he didn't even try. That and he was familiar with this place, so he was more relaxed here then he might otherwise be elsewhere. This particular event was taking place on Procopia, one of the many Islands that the Noble houses claimed that dotted its surface. This one was something of a hub to the planet, built on one of the larger islands. It was one of the few places where the outsider commoners, the Nobles and everyone else mixed in the Tapani Sector. It was a rather grand sight to behold, though the stench of conspiracy and intrigue could practically be smelled from orbit. It was at least a more 'refined' kind of backstabbing then on places like Nar Shadda. They would arrange you a proper burial at least.
"Right right... Tapani sector, been to long." Dusaro said with a wry smirk as he brought his ship, the New Avalon YV-929 Armed Freighter in to land, having already gotten cleared. Josh would know well enough by now that Dusaro despised crowds, so him speaking fondly of a place like this would likely come across as... Odd to say the least. "May have to see about stopping by and visiting a certain lady friend of mind while we are in the block... Though knowing her, probably busy." Dusaro mused as he landed the freighter, getting up and heading to hop on out of the ship. "Ready to do this thing? Probably gonna be a day or two. It will be a bit of a walk, so we have some time to discuss on the way there." Dusaro had of course, told Josh about the situation and how the Tapani sector tended to be. In this case, the dispute they were going to help mediate was one concerning inheritance rights. A nice, complex thing when your family lines back several generations decided inbreeding was a good idea.