First Reply [Galactic Crisis Summit] Chance Encounters

[Kadan Scipora]

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CHANCE ENCOUNTERS​

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Location: Denon, Galactic Crisis Summit.​

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Kadan understood why meager padawans were not allowed into the rather big important conference. Still, given his master was dealing with important matters, and he was in training as a diplomat, it was good to go to such things to make connections. Hence, what he was doing now. Standing within the auditorium, clad in his diplomatic robes, he looked to the various gatherings of the other factions and their aides. It was quite a spectacle to be sure, though, he did his best to avoid the Sith delegates, for many, many reasons. Last thing he needed was to stand in their presence.​

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Hopefully, this affair would remain peaceful, and something could be done about the Brotherhood and the vile act of destruction they had committed. He wouldn't hold his breath though, so many times government had failed to do what was right, to take the steps to end a conflict before it could get out of hand. He suspected now would be such an occurrence. 'Yes, sign this document, and in two years time we will see if we still want to go through with this.'​

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He let out a sigh, knowing he was being much too critical of the process. This was merely how things worked. It was the will of the force that diplomacy take time. Much like a tree, it required nurturing and care to flourish into a beautiful plant. He looked about once more, curious if he might recognize anyone, though he doubted it. He hadn't ventured far into the space of the other factions allied here; save for the Sith of course.​

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But then again, one never knew what the force would throw at them.​

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OOC: Didn't wanna interrupt the big thread, so figured I'd post this here. Please, let's avoid fighting, this is a peace conference after all.​

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Wearing: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/19/4b/7c/194b7c9213289da552462fb12c40e1df.jpg

Equipped with datapad under his clothes, bes'bev, wraps of thermite cord and a detenator in his arms

Tagged: Kadan Scipora + Open

The Clone sat in the lobby in standard spacer gear, the hood pulled over his head and a cloth mask obscuring his face's features. The only thing that really made him stand out was his fake green eye and the scar that leaped over it before going down his cheek for some ways. No one needed to see him here and scan over his face before running and alerting security that they might have a Jedi killing clone in their mist. That would put a halt to the talks and weaken the SJC's bargaining position even further than it already was. The last thing the SJC needed was the NJO and GA screaming bloody murder at them because they had let a clone into their home.

I can see it now... "You betray us to the Sith and now you invite a clone into your mist, one that could have activity killed the Jedi 800 years ago! Unacceptable!"

The Trooper tried to focus on the news on his datapad down below, but his thinking always came back to what was going on behind closed doors. He also knew both the SJC and the GA were going to back down from their position, nor forget what either side had done to them in the past. The NJO because the SJO had betrayed the principle of never ever working with a Sith and the SJO because the NJO broke up their "War on Bryn" party. Omen let out a deep breath as he sat back in his seat. Well, all we can do is hope for the best. As he glanced around, his eyes bugged open in panicked as he saw a security guard coming his way on a direct course to his seat. His panic rippled through the force, just in case anyone wanted to notice.