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I finally understand how my mother felt all this time.
A thousand letters and a thousand more messages had preoccupied all of Graxin's time for the past seven hours. Seven long hours of sitting in a chair and perusing through the various formal invitations, requests, and inquiries. It was terribly boring work, but work that had to be done all the same.
He'd expected to be forgotten now that his mother's reign had come to an end. Feena Mason had been loved by her people. Kind and dutiful to a fault, she had spent more time ruling than she had actually being a mother to her children.
It seemed the various noblemen, person of note, and every other fool with access to the holonet or a pen and paper remembered that too.
House Rade controlled a sizable portion of the mountain range south of Theed, courtesy of their patriarch's parentage and service. It was here in the mountain enclave that Graxin conducted the house's affairs. A number of vassals lived under the Rade banner - they were as much his responsibility as his children.
And so he slaved away answering request after request, message after message, attended meeting after meeting. It was mind-numbing, but then he'd chosen this, hadn't he?
Grumbling a curse, the errant Jedi Master slid his datapad away. He was done reading messages. There were other things that weighed upon him far more than problems with the local crops.
Naboo still lacked a monarch. The voting process had just barely begun and the planet's ties to the Techno Union had proven faulty. The union had failed, leaving Naboo without support.
Graxin had agreed to protect his mother's people upon her deathbed. He'd promised to return once the Dark Lord of the Sith had been destroyed, and so far that promise had been kept. Reunited with his children and reinstated as a lord of the Reach, he hadn't much time to think about the future. things had grown quiet in these past few weeks however, and Graxin had come to understand a few things.
House Adasca was united with House Rade via marriage. Graxin's uncle had married one of the Arkanian woman and fathered a son. A son that had gone on to become a Jedi Knight, or so Graxin had heard.
Changes had to be made if Naboo and its neighboring worlds were to remain secure. The Galactic Alliance seemed benevolent, but then the people knew how safe foreigners led by soldiers could be. Naboo needed to retain its sovereignty, and Graxin fully intended for House Rade to help it keep that course. Though fully capable of defending Theed and the Reach, the 501st was only ten-thousand men strong, and not one of them understood the force.
He needed someone who understood how the galaxy worked. He needed someone of his own blood. His kin; one that could serve as an adviser if need be. Someone who had followed a similar path to his own.
Lord though he might be, Graxin still considered himself a Jedi. Hopefully this cousin felt the same.
Drawing in a deep breath Graxin rose to his feet and drew his cloak about him. He strode through the many great halls carved into the mountainside toward the outdoor landing pad he knew so well. He drew his cowl up over his face as the doors parted and the biting cold crept up his bones. Naboo was temperate, but its great mountains still froze like any other great range.
He barely kept his patience as he waited for Vorian to arrive.
[member="Vorian Adasca"]
A thousand letters and a thousand more messages had preoccupied all of Graxin's time for the past seven hours. Seven long hours of sitting in a chair and perusing through the various formal invitations, requests, and inquiries. It was terribly boring work, but work that had to be done all the same.
He'd expected to be forgotten now that his mother's reign had come to an end. Feena Mason had been loved by her people. Kind and dutiful to a fault, she had spent more time ruling than she had actually being a mother to her children.
It seemed the various noblemen, person of note, and every other fool with access to the holonet or a pen and paper remembered that too.
House Rade controlled a sizable portion of the mountain range south of Theed, courtesy of their patriarch's parentage and service. It was here in the mountain enclave that Graxin conducted the house's affairs. A number of vassals lived under the Rade banner - they were as much his responsibility as his children.
And so he slaved away answering request after request, message after message, attended meeting after meeting. It was mind-numbing, but then he'd chosen this, hadn't he?
Grumbling a curse, the errant Jedi Master slid his datapad away. He was done reading messages. There were other things that weighed upon him far more than problems with the local crops.
Naboo still lacked a monarch. The voting process had just barely begun and the planet's ties to the Techno Union had proven faulty. The union had failed, leaving Naboo without support.
Graxin had agreed to protect his mother's people upon her deathbed. He'd promised to return once the Dark Lord of the Sith had been destroyed, and so far that promise had been kept. Reunited with his children and reinstated as a lord of the Reach, he hadn't much time to think about the future. things had grown quiet in these past few weeks however, and Graxin had come to understand a few things.
House Adasca was united with House Rade via marriage. Graxin's uncle had married one of the Arkanian woman and fathered a son. A son that had gone on to become a Jedi Knight, or so Graxin had heard.
Changes had to be made if Naboo and its neighboring worlds were to remain secure. The Galactic Alliance seemed benevolent, but then the people knew how safe foreigners led by soldiers could be. Naboo needed to retain its sovereignty, and Graxin fully intended for House Rade to help it keep that course. Though fully capable of defending Theed and the Reach, the 501st was only ten-thousand men strong, and not one of them understood the force.
He needed someone who understood how the galaxy worked. He needed someone of his own blood. His kin; one that could serve as an adviser if need be. Someone who had followed a similar path to his own.
Lord though he might be, Graxin still considered himself a Jedi. Hopefully this cousin felt the same.
Drawing in a deep breath Graxin rose to his feet and drew his cloak about him. He strode through the many great halls carved into the mountainside toward the outdoor landing pad he knew so well. He drew his cowl up over his face as the doors parted and the biting cold crept up his bones. Naboo was temperate, but its great mountains still froze like any other great range.
He barely kept his patience as he waited for Vorian to arrive.
[member="Vorian Adasca"]
