Balthus Larr
Corpo Chitbag
Thank Ashla for these pods, or else Senators would have started throwing fists. Larr grinned from behind his martini glass.
That would certainly have been more entertaining than all this political grandstanding and needling. The Senator of Denon was content to let it all play out in front of him. He didn't care about the Mandalorians, or the Sith, or who was slaughtering who in whatever quadrant. Rishi and Kashyyyk could burn and it wouldn't make a difference; they weren't in the Alliance's sphere of influence.
However.
There was still the matter of the Jedi girl who'd been caught red-handed in Enclave territory. If they didn't handle this delicately, it would look as though the Alliance shot first.
His face soured as they strayed from the topic at hand and into curbing the Jedi's power. For what it was worth, Balthus agreed with Senators Horcull Thorwel and Kel Se'Taav ; in the underworld, runners who moved too far out of line were punished. But the Jedi had leverage and could be used as a tool to great effect. Larr leaned forward and pressed his comm button.
"Quit your blithering, old man. Yeah, the Jedi fu—misbehaved. If you want to put them on a leash, fine, but call your own meeting. You're distracting the chamber with this nonsense."
His gaze sharpened for a moment. The Senator knew a rat when he saw one, because Larr was a rat himself.
"We've no business meddling in the affairs of other galactic powers when the Alliance faces a new crisis every week. With that in mind, I move to support our chancellor; open up communications with the Enclave and figure out how to pacify them for the time being. That doesn't mean that we shouldn't be prepared to blast them back to the stone age if they set an unauthorized foot in Alliance territory."
Larr settled back into his chair, lit up a fragrant cigarra, and watched the talking heads blabber on. He had a date tonight and this emergency meeting was cutting into his prep time.
That would certainly have been more entertaining than all this political grandstanding and needling. The Senator of Denon was content to let it all play out in front of him. He didn't care about the Mandalorians, or the Sith, or who was slaughtering who in whatever quadrant. Rishi and Kashyyyk could burn and it wouldn't make a difference; they weren't in the Alliance's sphere of influence.
However.
There was still the matter of the Jedi girl who'd been caught red-handed in Enclave territory. If they didn't handle this delicately, it would look as though the Alliance shot first.
His face soured as they strayed from the topic at hand and into curbing the Jedi's power. For what it was worth, Balthus agreed with Senators Horcull Thorwel and Kel Se'Taav ; in the underworld, runners who moved too far out of line were punished. But the Jedi had leverage and could be used as a tool to great effect. Larr leaned forward and pressed his comm button.
"Quit your blithering, old man. Yeah, the Jedi fu—misbehaved. If you want to put them on a leash, fine, but call your own meeting. You're distracting the chamber with this nonsense."
His gaze sharpened for a moment. The Senator knew a rat when he saw one, because Larr was a rat himself.
"We've no business meddling in the affairs of other galactic powers when the Alliance faces a new crisis every week. With that in mind, I move to support our chancellor; open up communications with the Enclave and figure out how to pacify them for the time being. That doesn't mean that we shouldn't be prepared to blast them back to the stone age if they set an unauthorized foot in Alliance territory."
Larr settled back into his chair, lit up a fragrant cigarra, and watched the talking heads blabber on. He had a date tonight and this emergency meeting was cutting into his prep time.
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