The sea was a wonderful mixture of the different shades of blue, his eyes could only tell the difference of the sky and the ocean by the distant clouds. He rarely took in the sights as he use to, the man was a merchant by nature and never found himself on a planet for long. Even the few places he called home were limited in comparison to his time spent standing on Durasteel bulkheads. There was little to complain about, he loved space, finding the things that others forgot about. Unlike land, space does not forget the history in its voids.
As the queen spoke in poetic rhythms, one he remembered hit his mind. Mesmerism by the sea it escaped his brain, "Within her eyes, she keeps our deepest secretes." He realized it escaped his lips and bowed his head, "Apologies, seems one gets sentimental in my old age."
She spoke of Commenor. It was not out of the norm for one to be mystified by the Commenoran culture and governing, in truth they were a rarity that was only read in the history books. He knew the place very well, he remembered the day his friend [member="Lady Kay"] became a senator of the planet. "Ah," He started, however he stopped as another person entered [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"]. Once he realized [member="Allana Badeaux"] made no objections to her he continued, "Commenor is a planet of its own caliber, in my 32 years traveling the space lanes I do not think I have ever seen a people as interesting as itself, Queen Arenais is an enigma wrapped in a mystery, her government is a special one at that and one of the great trade centers of the Core." He paused to think of the words to describe why he does most if not all his work there. "The Queen and her government have special trade significant being as it was neutral in nearly all conflicts since its inception, their trade lanes are the most prime for my sort of business, it is were I take all my goods before transporting it to worlds that are at war with one another, as I get all my goods from the Unknown Region, Commenor is the center of where all my trade is exported and sent to the various governments that require them."
He felt as if this was a good time to advertise his ware, "From the newly explored worlds of the Unknown Region to the long profitable worlds of the Hutt Territories, even worlds within the First Order or the old Silver Jedi worlds, I trade in all types of goods and gains and Commenor is the best to transport from as it holds space lanes to all corners of the galaxy and all brimming with the peace and prosparity that the government fights tooth and nail for everyday for its citizens."
He remembered the last time he spoke to Kay and her morals of isolationism. 'No Commenoran will fight in a foreign war that does not justify the end goal that can be achieved in a diplomatic means.' It was truly a awful sight to see their space lanes on their boarders being assaulted by the Sith. Being as he was a merchant of their nation, he felt the weight of their pressure, but Jaster beat the Sith one time, and if they raided across his ships again he would show them his true nature. He did not mind them personally, so long as his business was not interrupted and those under his protection were not assaulted.
