Masaru Mori
Entirely Legitimate Businessman
The more time Masaru Mori spent around the Governor of Schesa, the harder it became to resist the urge to grab the knife off of the dinner table and lodge it in the chiss's eye.
His name was Foduro, though he insisted on always going by his title. The governor was a portly man, as well as loud, brash and, in prolonged contact, somewhat obnoxious. It was astounding that he'd ever risen to any position of power in Chiss society, but for all his personal faults he'd maintained his world well in the last decade. He supposed that was what mattered in the end. And, truthfully, the fact the man had a spice habit had just made the annexation negotiations go smoother, as Mori had been able to redirect his focus and attention whenever something in the treaty rankled the man. From what he'd heard over the holonet, the other diplomats meeting the governors along the Path of the Houses were mostly successful as well, though curiously enough the world of Sharb had canceled their meeting. That was something to worry about later, however.
There was a more pressing concern on Schesa.
Someone had attempted to shoot the Governor in his own home three days ago. The would be assassin had killed several of the house guard before escaping out a fourth floor window. No body was discovered, and it was only assumed the man had some way to survive such a drop. Mori could not be certain what motives existed, though he had theories, but losing a leader so sympathetic to their cause before the ink on the treaty dried was thoroughly unacceptable. In a week, it wouldn't matter if the man lived or died, but tonight... Tonight the Governor of Schesa had to live.
Which made it all the more frustrating that he'd insisted on throwing a grand ball to celebrate the impending merger, rather than keeping safe under guard. The main hall of the Governor's palace was filled with dignitaries from the Empire, the surrounding worlds of the Ascendency and Schesa itself. A band played music in the corner, servers and droids whisked their way through the crowds with food and beverage, and every bit of opulence the Governor could manage was on display.
Masaru sat at the head table on the Governor's left, dressed in a pressed uniform of the Imperial Diplomatic Corps, though rather than a military rank he wore the symbol of the Yovshin clan Mori on his chest. He took up his knife and cut deeply into the steak on his plate, relieving some of his frustrations on his meal as he hoped against all odds that the agents the IIB and ISB had provided his delegation would be enough to keep this fool alive for just one more day.
His name was Foduro, though he insisted on always going by his title. The governor was a portly man, as well as loud, brash and, in prolonged contact, somewhat obnoxious. It was astounding that he'd ever risen to any position of power in Chiss society, but for all his personal faults he'd maintained his world well in the last decade. He supposed that was what mattered in the end. And, truthfully, the fact the man had a spice habit had just made the annexation negotiations go smoother, as Mori had been able to redirect his focus and attention whenever something in the treaty rankled the man. From what he'd heard over the holonet, the other diplomats meeting the governors along the Path of the Houses were mostly successful as well, though curiously enough the world of Sharb had canceled their meeting. That was something to worry about later, however.
There was a more pressing concern on Schesa.
Someone had attempted to shoot the Governor in his own home three days ago. The would be assassin had killed several of the house guard before escaping out a fourth floor window. No body was discovered, and it was only assumed the man had some way to survive such a drop. Mori could not be certain what motives existed, though he had theories, but losing a leader so sympathetic to their cause before the ink on the treaty dried was thoroughly unacceptable. In a week, it wouldn't matter if the man lived or died, but tonight... Tonight the Governor of Schesa had to live.
Which made it all the more frustrating that he'd insisted on throwing a grand ball to celebrate the impending merger, rather than keeping safe under guard. The main hall of the Governor's palace was filled with dignitaries from the Empire, the surrounding worlds of the Ascendency and Schesa itself. A band played music in the corner, servers and droids whisked their way through the crowds with food and beverage, and every bit of opulence the Governor could manage was on display.
Masaru sat at the head table on the Governor's left, dressed in a pressed uniform of the Imperial Diplomatic Corps, though rather than a military rank he wore the symbol of the Yovshin clan Mori on his chest. He took up his knife and cut deeply into the steak on his plate, relieving some of his frustrations on his meal as he hoped against all odds that the agents the IIB and ISB had provided his delegation would be enough to keep this fool alive for just one more day.