[member="Davin"] [member="Garen Ruca"]
Kir stood in his power armor, one of two Royal Guardsmen that flanked the Coruscanti Ambassador.
He wasn't really sure why they were here. He knew that the Ambassador was meeting with someone from the Imperial Remnant, a faction that was cropping up in the galactic north, but he wasn't sure why the Red Guards were here. The Ambassador could have been protected by the army, the navy, heck even Stormtroopers. Why had the guard been assigned to this?
To him it made no sense. There weren't many of them, and the Empire was at war, they had better things to do than guard some fancy talking politician. Still, Kir hadn't questioned his orders, and as they entered the space station he didn't once speak up.
“I can handle it from here. Please restrain yourselves.”
Kir felt a spark of insult. This man underestimated the Royal Guard. They were the epitome of elite. They were trained nearly from birth to be the perfect soldiers, the perfect protectors, and this man had the gal to talk to them of restraint? He wanted to crush the man, but instead Kir of course remained silent.
The Ambassador stepped into the room before them, opposite him stood a man very much like him who Kir assumed was from the Imperial Remnant. The two men stood opposite one another for a moment, then began to talk.
Kir turned on his heel, beginning to clomp down the hallway as soon as the doors to the meeting room shut.
“Come on. There's a training room around here somewhere.” Kir said to the other Royal Guard. He knew that the Ambassador would be safe, he highly doubted the Imperial Remnant would try anything, plus the station and meeting were carefully being monitored by the Stations own Security forces. The Ambassador himself had stated that the Royal Guards would 'incite negative feelings'.
The armored man shrugged to himself. This would give them time to practice he supposed.
Kir stood in his power armor, one of two Royal Guardsmen that flanked the Coruscanti Ambassador.
He wasn't really sure why they were here. He knew that the Ambassador was meeting with someone from the Imperial Remnant, a faction that was cropping up in the galactic north, but he wasn't sure why the Red Guards were here. The Ambassador could have been protected by the army, the navy, heck even Stormtroopers. Why had the guard been assigned to this?
To him it made no sense. There weren't many of them, and the Empire was at war, they had better things to do than guard some fancy talking politician. Still, Kir hadn't questioned his orders, and as they entered the space station he didn't once speak up.
“I can handle it from here. Please restrain yourselves.”
Kir felt a spark of insult. This man underestimated the Royal Guard. They were the epitome of elite. They were trained nearly from birth to be the perfect soldiers, the perfect protectors, and this man had the gal to talk to them of restraint? He wanted to crush the man, but instead Kir of course remained silent.
The Ambassador stepped into the room before them, opposite him stood a man very much like him who Kir assumed was from the Imperial Remnant. The two men stood opposite one another for a moment, then began to talk.
Kir turned on his heel, beginning to clomp down the hallway as soon as the doors to the meeting room shut.
“Come on. There's a training room around here somewhere.” Kir said to the other Royal Guard. He knew that the Ambassador would be safe, he highly doubted the Imperial Remnant would try anything, plus the station and meeting were carefully being monitored by the Stations own Security forces. The Ambassador himself had stated that the Royal Guards would 'incite negative feelings'.
The armored man shrugged to himself. This would give them time to practice he supposed.