The Senate Building
Office of the Captain of the Senate Guard
[ [member="Taeli Raaf"] ]
"They're outdated. All of them. How the heck would we be able to fight against crime with these wrecks? One Sith will destroy us in a matter of moments," Dagos panicked as he walked in circles in the middle of his bright white office. The mysterious woman whom she'd not met countless times during his time in office was once again sitting in the office, trying to help the man as best as she could.
"Don't worry. You assigned a meeting with the Raaf. Everything will be alright," the woman noted as she rose from her seat, once again wearing this bright red tight dress. "I will leave -- the meeting will be yours to have, I will not help you out nor distract you in any way."
"How the hell you suppose I would be able to do all of that without you?" Dagos asked as the woman marched to the door, who then shrugged and left the room. Through the wall, though, he could hear, "It's your job, not mine."
The man sighed as he tried to calm down while taking a seat on her chair. Indeed, it was his job to handle such meetings and all the projects. Yet... he was still so new to all of that. He'd never had to make such decisions, he'd never had to represent the Republic or one of its units in anything. Now he had to talk to a person so important. And what made the situation even worse for him was the fact that this meeting would have huge effects on the whole Republic.
He looked at the blueprints of the outdated ships the Senate Guard had been using for a while now and all he could do was think how stupid they were. In a galaxy which progressed so fast, having such ships was the worst thing that could be.
He had to hope the meeting would be the first step towards the better tomorrow.
Office of the Captain of the Senate Guard
[ [member="Taeli Raaf"] ]
"They're outdated. All of them. How the heck would we be able to fight against crime with these wrecks? One Sith will destroy us in a matter of moments," Dagos panicked as he walked in circles in the middle of his bright white office. The mysterious woman whom she'd not met countless times during his time in office was once again sitting in the office, trying to help the man as best as she could.
"Don't worry. You assigned a meeting with the Raaf. Everything will be alright," the woman noted as she rose from her seat, once again wearing this bright red tight dress. "I will leave -- the meeting will be yours to have, I will not help you out nor distract you in any way."
"How the hell you suppose I would be able to do all of that without you?" Dagos asked as the woman marched to the door, who then shrugged and left the room. Through the wall, though, he could hear, "It's your job, not mine."
The man sighed as he tried to calm down while taking a seat on her chair. Indeed, it was his job to handle such meetings and all the projects. Yet... he was still so new to all of that. He'd never had to make such decisions, he'd never had to represent the Republic or one of its units in anything. Now he had to talk to a person so important. And what made the situation even worse for him was the fact that this meeting would have huge effects on the whole Republic.
He looked at the blueprints of the outdated ships the Senate Guard had been using for a while now and all he could do was think how stupid they were. In a galaxy which progressed so fast, having such ships was the worst thing that could be.
He had to hope the meeting would be the first step towards the better tomorrow.