Forged in Fire
On the seventh floor of the Senate Building, Annasari's chambers were as she left them before the recess. Dark drapes opened, Galactic City stretched beyond the window, lively as ever. Ra'kan the pole snake writhed in his brass cage. Settling into the executive chair at her desk, the Head of Foreign Affairs found a stack of paper work awaiting her return. A groan escaped her chest, willing it away, but the pile persisted nonetheless.
"Mira?" An elderly Echani woman came peeking around the corner of the office at her call. "Clear my morning, if you will. This," She indicated the files dramatically. "Must be dealt with before it can grow further."
Strolling past the doorway, datapad in hand, Mira paused to look to her employer.
"Miss Annasari, you do have a meeting with a representative of New Cov in..." Her words trailed as she checked the time. "Half an hour. There is no room to reschedule today."
Another sigh. Life in the senate never slowed.
"Alright, but everyone else can wait. They didn't journey half the galaxy for me, I'm sure."
With a bow, Mira excused herself to see out the Senator's will. In truth, it was not a friendly acknowledgment of the fact they had gone out of their way which had spurred her to keep the meeting with New Cov. Unable to be synthesized, the biomolecules native to their planet alone promised great strides for the Galactic Alliance's tech sector. Half an hour came and went; and on

"Representative Terallo, it is my pleasure." A hand extended in welcome. "Please, have a seat. Drink?"
Floating to the refreshment cart, Annasari surveyed her stock.
"Tea, coffee, sprite, and corellian whiskey... only 10am, but when has that ever stopped Galactic City?" Glancing back to Liin, a chuckle escaped her. "We'll save the whiskey. We have much to discuss, and with any luck, we'll have a reason to celebrate at the end of this."
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