OBJECTIVE: Diplomacy
LOCATION: Moff Council Chamber, Imperial Citadel, New Alderaan
Selrik arrived in the meeting room and had his Sentinels move to situate themselves behind where he would sit, and back to the wall, so they weren’t imposing themselves upon anyone in the room, but were available should the need arise. These troops could also combat Force users, though not quite as well as Purge Troopers. Hopefully the need for such intervention didn’t arise. He didn’t particularly feel like dealing with Force scum that day. He was tired and just wanted to get back to the ship.
It wasn’t long after he sat down that Nolle entered, and he indicated she should sit in one of the seats beside him.
“Welcome, Prefect,” he said.
“I’m glad you were able to join. Need someone capable from your side of things to help handle this situation.”
Situation was probably putting it a bit more harshly than it needed to be, but it worked. The Alliance was unlikely to be there to start a war. It was more likely they had taken noticed of the rise of the Confederation and wished to AVOID a war, so wanted to enter into diplomatic talks early on rather than waiting for things to proceed in an uncontrolled manner. Smart, really.
“There’s water if you desire it, elsewise, we just wait. Their shuttle should land shortly.”
The shuttle wasn’t harassed or bothered as it flew towards New Alderaan. It had a smooth flight as it descended through the atmosphere and clouds towards the citadel itself. Well, as smooth as could be expected when it came to uncontrollable weather. Light turbulence here and there, but nothing the pilots and the shuttle itself shouldn’t be able to handle. Their screens would indicate which platform they were to land upon, and once their landing gear lowered and their repulsorlifts kicked in, the two fighters that were escorting them would depart back to their place of origin.
On the platform itself, ten stormtroopers clad in pristine white armor waited, five on either side, with an officer standing in the center. None of them moved as the shuttle lowered itself into position and landed. They all waited with practiced precision. This was the Imperial Citadel; they could stand for hours without flinching if they needed to.
“Welcome to New Alderaan, Senator,” the Officer would say when they disembarked the shuttle. “If you will please follow me, I will lead you to where you’ll be meeting with Grand Moff Lorcas and Prefect Tron.”
The officer would turn on his heel, and at the same time, the stormtroopers would turn to face the entry to the building. Once the officer began moving forward, the troopers would follow, flanking the delegation from the Alliance in a sort of honor guard. The Citadel itself was much as it had been seen from the outside: stark, efficient, and somewhat cold. Personnel would move out of the way as the delegation came through, and a mouse droid scurrying away was not uncommon.
They were lead to a room with several chair situated around a table. On the table were glasses and a pitcher of crystal clear water. The room had very little decoration, but several display screens, and was obviously meant for use as a meeting room. The room was, as aforementioned, already occupied.
