Dravis Rosilla
By Candlelight
COMMENOR, ABOVE CHASIN CITY
ABOARD THE DISCOURAGER
Commenor was not a world Dravis was used to. He had experienced the harsh populous of Coruscant, the irritating sands of Tatooine, the swirling vortexes of Geonosis, and a few others, but such a peaceful, prosperous planet would be a welcome change.
The Sith Diplomat quickly realized his research, and his expectations, were largely incorrect.
The Discourager, Dravis' Solitaat-Class Cruiser rocketed out of hyperspace, into Commenor-controlled space, and Drav immediately felt a shift in the Force. The area felt strangely conflicted, as if the galaxy was at war with itself. The feeling brought a thin smile to his circular mouth.
He sat on a throne of sorts, pushed into the center of the main deck, with Geonosian and B1 Droid pilots keeping the cruiser on course to the planet. They chittered to each other, rattling off clearance codes and orders. Dravis sat up a bit straighter, preparing for his upcoming meeting with the leader of this planet.
The Corporate Sector had interest in Commenor because of the recent political turmoil. Something about a political morphing from one system of governance to another. If there were ever two things that went hand-in-hand, it was a political change, and an economic one.
The Bith Sith had been sent to achieve such a smooth transition, and ensure that the Sector had a part in it. Dravis had quickly earned a reputation as a shrewd and silver-tongued businessman within his circles. He was the natural choice to send in such a battlefield of ideals.
"Notify administration that we have arrived," Dravis said, his eager voice starting his B1's into action. "I'd like to get this show on the road. If I were the ruler of a planet, I wouldn't want to waste much time on small beings such as us, yes?"
- [member="Lady Kay"] -