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Traditional diplomacy was not usually something Mephirium needed to indulge in. With the Sith, a general show of power or promise of station tended to do the trick. With imperials, simple loyalty the oiled the gears of bureaucracy all on their own. Dealing with individual sovereign nations was a different story entirely.
He had come to Gyndine because of rumors revolving around an upstart in the region. Apparently, this upstart had built a sizable force around himself, and would likely become a formidable rival if left unopposed. Rather than let a rival grow into a genuine threat in the future, Mephrium opted to meet with the man sooner rather than later. Any man who could build such an organization around himself was worthy of the Sith Lord's attentions, and the promise he showed far outweighed Mephirium's worries that he may prove to be a challenger in the future.
The Chimaera had arrived in system with a small escort of traditional TIE fighters and a collection of more unorthodox fighters of various design. She had shown no sign of hostilities, and had been admitted into the system to deliver an ambassador of sorts.
That ambassador just so happened to be a head of state, but then no one on Gyndine needed to know that. Clad in the Jedi Lord armor he had worn for over two decades, Mephirium descended upon the world. When he arrived, he was flanked by two men of the 501st, and a cloaked Shlurk bringing up the rear.
Straight backed and proper, Mephirium fell back on the teachings given to him by his mother on dealing with Naboo nobility in this situation. With a thin smile, he strode forward to meet with this man that interested him so.
He had come to Gyndine because of rumors revolving around an upstart in the region. Apparently, this upstart had built a sizable force around himself, and would likely become a formidable rival if left unopposed. Rather than let a rival grow into a genuine threat in the future, Mephrium opted to meet with the man sooner rather than later. Any man who could build such an organization around himself was worthy of the Sith Lord's attentions, and the promise he showed far outweighed Mephirium's worries that he may prove to be a challenger in the future.
The Chimaera had arrived in system with a small escort of traditional TIE fighters and a collection of more unorthodox fighters of various design. She had shown no sign of hostilities, and had been admitted into the system to deliver an ambassador of sorts.
That ambassador just so happened to be a head of state, but then no one on Gyndine needed to know that. Clad in the Jedi Lord armor he had worn for over two decades, Mephirium descended upon the world. When he arrived, he was flanked by two men of the 501st, and a cloaked Shlurk bringing up the rear.
Straight backed and proper, Mephirium fell back on the teachings given to him by his mother on dealing with Naboo nobility in this situation. With a thin smile, he strode forward to meet with this man that interested him so.