Man of the People
“How do I look?” Kel asked Senator Valette Puritis Yumia as he stepped into the cabin of their shuttle. He was donned in casual local clothing, but most prominent was the sedge hat he wore atop his head.
The Bothan peered from beneath its wide rim, his feline eyes almost glittering in the shade it cast on his face. He grinned, sliding it back as he took a seat opposite her. The datapad in his hand was glowing dimly as lines of information slowly ascended across the screen.
“Right, well- things on Lohopa aren’t bad enough that we need to hide, but we should be cautious moving throughout the city. Demonstrations have been growing less peaceful by the day, and I fear things may escalate if we tromp through like the high and mighty senators they think we are.”
Kel cleared his throat, eyeing the next few lines on the pad before tossing it onto the table between them. He looked to Yumia with concerned eyes.
“This is going to be a tough sell, Senator,” he admitted. She already knew as much, but saying it aloud put the situation into the appropriate focus.
“We must remind them not only of what they’ve gained from joining the Alliance, but of what we are doing to defend them now from the shadows of war.”