Colette
Return to Roots
Colette’s eyes remained fixed on the imagery from the hologram at the center of the Council Chamber. An impossibly large man, a hulk by all means, sitting on a tiny little chair in the middle of a busy corner at the then on-going exposition. Usually, this was not particularly interesting, but given who the man was it was worse than Colette even knew how to handle.
They hadn’t even had the chance to follow through on their meetings with either Quinn or the chancellor yet. It was as if the Force itself was laughing at them. Carnifex in the streets of Naboo, drinking tea and being polite.
There were no names attached to the others in the photograph. It sort of didn’t matter much compared to the center piece, or at least that was what Colette thought of the whole thing.
Regardless, bad omen or not it would be smart of them to have some sort of plan in mind for how to even react.
“The Sith are getting bold.” Colette leaned forward in her seat and began to rub at her eyebrows. “I mean, how do we approach this? I’m not even sure what Carnifex wanted to accomplish here. Should we shore up our defenses and get more guards, or...?”