Man of the People


THE OLIVE BRANCH
Shatterpoint, Pt. I
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Valery Noble
Location: Alliance Parliament, Abregado-Rae
Timeline: Three weeks prior to the Battle of Tython
Music: The Tower

Location: Alliance Parliament, Abregado-Rae
Timeline: Three weeks prior to the Battle of Tython
Music: The Tower

"This is a diplomatic transmission for Jedi Master Valery Noble,” Kel Se'Taav said as his protocol droid recorded the message.
"I've a matter of utmost importance, one that I believe would be a welcome start to soothing the tensions between the Jedi and the Alliance. I would provide more information if I could, but in light of recent events on Coruscant, I feel that we should conference in person. Should you wish to discuss this matter with me further, I invite you to visit me at your earliest convenience on Abregado-Rae. My assistant, E-3PO, will transmit you directions to my offices should you accept my invitation.”
The Senator gave E-3PO a curt nod, and the recording was complete.
"Shall I send this straight away, Senator?" the droid asked, tilting its head slightly. Kel nodded again.
"Yes, please do, E-3. Thank you."
Kel stepped away from the droid and walked over to the sliding glass door that separated the senator's office from a balcony that overlooked the busy square below. Emissaries, diplomats, and representatives bustled about, busy with the logistics of the battle to come: the Battle of Tython. The senator had been made aware of the Maw's plan to invade the ancient Jedi world of Tython just days ago, and already it seemed the entire galaxy knew about the looming battle. The last few months had undoubtedly seen some of Kel's most eventful experiences during his tenure as the Senator of Abregado-Rae. He was no stranger to challenges, but he was a much older Bothan now and felt the strain of all the excitement in his muscles and bones.
The senator rubbed a hand over the scar on his right arm, a shallow gouge that he could feel beneath his sleeve as he ran his fingers over the wound. Blaster fire, during the Hutt's attack on Coruscant. A stray bolt had caught him in the bicep, burning away a sizable chunk of flesh. A young Jedi Padawan, Anneliese Kaohal, healed the wound, restoring his muscles nearly to their original form. He smiled, wondering where she was now that the Maw's plan had become common knowledge.
"Senator, your transmission and directions have both been sent successfully to Master Noble," E-3 said from inside the office before shuffling across the room and out onto the balcony.
"I'll keep your inbound channels open."
A cool breeze swept past the face of the Parliament building, blowing Kel's hair around gently as he peered at the city before him. He thought of the people on Tython, many of them packing their lives up and preparing to leave for stars-know-where. Some would be looking for places to lay low, hoping the mongrels of the Maw wouldn't find them. Others were preparing for war. He'd read a report that a militia was forming to support the Alliance forces and the Jedi when the Maw reached Tython.
E-3PO broke the silence after several moments had passed.
"You seem troubled, Senator," the droid said, cocking its head to the side. Kel shook his head dismissively.
"Not worried, E-3, just... focused," he replied, not taking his eyes from the horizon.
As a Senator, Kel was largely disconnected from the Alliance's war machine. Sure, he commanded the standing forces that defended Abregado-Rae, but he couldn't risk pulling his planet's defense force to fight in a war that was - to the common Abregadan citizen - so far away. In truth, Kel felt rather useless, standing on the balcony. As he'd been told many times over by his colleagues and fellow senators, his pen was his mightiest weapon.
And if that was the case, he'd put it to use.
"I've a matter of utmost importance, one that I believe would be a welcome start to soothing the tensions between the Jedi and the Alliance. I would provide more information if I could, but in light of recent events on Coruscant, I feel that we should conference in person. Should you wish to discuss this matter with me further, I invite you to visit me at your earliest convenience on Abregado-Rae. My assistant, E-3PO, will transmit you directions to my offices should you accept my invitation.”
The Senator gave E-3PO a curt nod, and the recording was complete.
"Shall I send this straight away, Senator?" the droid asked, tilting its head slightly. Kel nodded again.
"Yes, please do, E-3. Thank you."

The senator rubbed a hand over the scar on his right arm, a shallow gouge that he could feel beneath his sleeve as he ran his fingers over the wound. Blaster fire, during the Hutt's attack on Coruscant. A stray bolt had caught him in the bicep, burning away a sizable chunk of flesh. A young Jedi Padawan, Anneliese Kaohal, healed the wound, restoring his muscles nearly to their original form. He smiled, wondering where she was now that the Maw's plan had become common knowledge.
"Senator, your transmission and directions have both been sent successfully to Master Noble," E-3 said from inside the office before shuffling across the room and out onto the balcony.
"I'll keep your inbound channels open."
A cool breeze swept past the face of the Parliament building, blowing Kel's hair around gently as he peered at the city before him. He thought of the people on Tython, many of them packing their lives up and preparing to leave for stars-know-where. Some would be looking for places to lay low, hoping the mongrels of the Maw wouldn't find them. Others were preparing for war. He'd read a report that a militia was forming to support the Alliance forces and the Jedi when the Maw reached Tython.
E-3PO broke the silence after several moments had passed.
"You seem troubled, Senator," the droid said, cocking its head to the side. Kel shook his head dismissively.
"Not worried, E-3, just... focused," he replied, not taking his eyes from the horizon.
As a Senator, Kel was largely disconnected from the Alliance's war machine. Sure, he commanded the standing forces that defended Abregado-Rae, but he couldn't risk pulling his planet's defense force to fight in a war that was - to the common Abregadan citizen - so far away. In truth, Kel felt rather useless, standing on the balcony. As he'd been told many times over by his colleagues and fellow senators, his pen was his mightiest weapon.
And if that was the case, he'd put it to use.