Private Return to Sender

[Alicio Organa]

NABOO
ABOARD THE GIFT OF PEACE
- Kalantha -
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"Fifteen minutes until arrival, your Excellency. Theed Palace has been updated."

"Thirteen," the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance mumbled absently to himself, too quiet for the Captain to hear.

Alicio frowned thoughtfully, staring out the viewport of the cockpit. It appeared to be a lovely day, as Alicio's shuttle soared over the wilds of Naboo. The sun was shining, the sky and waters held an azure sheen, and the flats outside the city were greener than even the most vibrant of Alderaanian summers. It brought to mind his honeymoon- he and Amani had spent one of the sweetest weeks of his life in a remote cabin in the lake country.

It also brought to mind all the atrocities that the planet had overcome, in it's ancient past, near history, and recent days.

He had been cautiously optimistic about this meeting when he'd first proposed it to his staff, but his hopes had since cooled. From the way his people had told it, talking to the Royal Naboo Republic's people, reception had been... not cold, but chilled. He'd worked to temper his expectations since.

No matter it's outcome, Alicio was sure this was a meeting worth having. If for no other reason than to see it all for himself.

The Gift of Peace entered Theed airspace, directed toward it's landing destination.

 

[Kalantha]

Return to Sender
Royal Palace, Theed

Kalantha thanked Shiraya and all the stars above for the blessing of mentors like Shineke Dravenné and Joran Del-Finn who helped her keep her wits about her. Their wisdom and strength had certainly guided her hand in recent months, when crisis after crisis beleaguered the Republic. Queen Kalantha was by no means a stranger to threats both foreign and domestic; she lead her people through a renaissance after the First Cataclysm and the collapse of the CIS, parlayed with the Alliance and Sith alike at an open gala, and reinforced her people alone against the looming threat of the Mandalorian Enclave.

Today, she would face yet another giant, though this time on Naboo’s terms.

Kalantha first met Alicio Organa when he was the humanitarian senator of Alderaan, but he had since ascended to the office of Supreme Chancellor, unmistakably the highest position a living being could possess in the Core. A great deal had changed, both in the dynamic between them and between the Republic and Alliance. Where once Kalantha was requesting support and protection, she was now requesting that the Alliance repatriate their refugees and withdraw from Republic space.

It would certainly be jarring, should the Senate have failed to inform Chancellor Organa of the way relations had cooled over the last few years.

As Alicio was escorted to the Royal Assembly’s chambers, Kalantha hoped that things would end amicably between their nations. As her advisors put it, there should be no inherent need for tension or conflict in the simple disengagement of diplomatic relations where none had truly existed before. Joran would undoubtedly encourage, if not expect, trade agreements to be established. Kalantha would keep as much in the back of her mind, should the subject come up.

The queen bowed deeply and respectfully when the Chancellor arrived in the chamber. She was adorned in an elegant, yet comfortable, gown, befitting an important meeting between two galactic superpowers.

“Chancellor Organa,” she said welcomingly. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, and an honor to be meeting with the Chancellor of the Alliance.”

The round table situated between them was topped with a few datapads on the queen’s side, and a holoprojector in the center. Maps, records, and other documents could be retrieved easily and displayed by either party, should the need arise.

“Shall we begin?”

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[Alicio Organa]

“Chancellor Organa. It’s a pleasure to see you again, and an honor to be meeting with the Chancellor of the Alliance.”

"Your Majesty." He nodded to his host, his eyes traveling to the ground for a moment, before returning to her. "Thank you for receiving me. I hope I didn't upset your schedule too terribly with my dropping in."

Alicio felt a grim pit of deja vu in his stomach as he entered the presence of the Queen, his simple black cape, with icy blue calligraphy collaring his neck, betraying none of the importance of his station. His unease didn't stem from their previous interactions- despite being so long ago, and the dynamics between them having been upheaved, their first meeting had been a pleasant one. Even if little had ultimately come from it.

No, he'd just had... poor relations with monarchs, in recent days. To put it extremely lightly.

He found his spot at the table, standing aside his seat until the Queen found hers, if she decided to use it. If not, he was more than happy to stand. "I'm not one to stall. Let's."

"Naboo wishes to return it's refugee population from the Core." There was no offense in his voice, not even a question of why. Simply a statement of fact.

- Kalantha -