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Jedi Temple Hangar
Coruscant
Coruscant
Tension grew within the command structures of the Alliance.
Alicio could practically taste it in the air, the bonds between worlds growing taut and strained. With some dark successor to the Maw growing within it's borders, it seemed all it would take was the slightest graze of a knife to snap the connections, and undo decades of progress.
They all had to do their part, to keep the Alliance together. Today, that task fell to him.
The Gift of Peace touched down within the Hangar of the Jedi Temple, alighting like a graceful waterfowl. It's exit ramp kissed the ground, letting the crew disembark, and refuel one last time before their mission. Alicio was last down the steps, his movements calm, his face severe.
As usual, the Senator was expected to have a Jedi escort, especially since this meeting would bring him close to Dark Empire space. He trusted his own guards, of course, but Alicio always appreciated having an extra warrior, and an extra diplomat, along for negotiations. Usually, he was given a heads up as to which Jedi would be accompanying him, usually one of the Nobles, or Amani, if he was lucky. But not today. And when he tried to peek ahead, the Future was vague at best, though it was... weighted with meaning.
Whatever that meant.
The King of Alderaan, dressed in simple, elegant blacks, tossed his cape over his shoulder, and observed the hangar. He supposed his Jedi attaché would simply have to be a surprise.
- Ran Serys -