Directorate Officer
Fairview, Hast
Gir strolled around the rocky outcroppings at the edge of his family's island. Wind swept up from the turbulent waves to flow across his unbuttoned tunic, giving him a brief respite from the beating heat of Hast's sinking sun. The clouds on the horizon had begun to turn vibrant shades of orange and purple as the sky grew ever darker. The world's dazzling sunsets had once captivated his mind every evening, but as of late, he had found his mind more and more preoccupied since being elected consul of Hast. It had been months of work as he and his allies had moved to sweep the corrupted elements out of the city states or turn established figures to their side, but now their bloc had firmly taken root in the world's infrastructure. The late nights of holo-conferencing with an almost countless number of aides and politicians had come to an end. His pair of deputies had proven that they could run the vast majority of the day to day operations of his office, and Gir was content to let them run it. His mind could now fully turn to his true passions.
A bothan female slipped out from behind a pair of trees into the path in front of him. Gir had never been the greatest at distinguishing the various facial and physical features of the countless races of the galaxy to discern individuals. Yet he had been in her presence so many times that he had only to see a patch of her fur in order to recognize her. A subdued smile slowly crept across his face.
"Azira...I was expecting to see you further along the path."
Her fur rippled in amusement, "At the lookout point perhaps?"
She ruefully shook her head, "You were taking too long. Casulon finally let you go?"
Gir nodded.
"Let's talk then..."
Gir strolled around the rocky outcroppings at the edge of his family's island. Wind swept up from the turbulent waves to flow across his unbuttoned tunic, giving him a brief respite from the beating heat of Hast's sinking sun. The clouds on the horizon had begun to turn vibrant shades of orange and purple as the sky grew ever darker. The world's dazzling sunsets had once captivated his mind every evening, but as of late, he had found his mind more and more preoccupied since being elected consul of Hast. It had been months of work as he and his allies had moved to sweep the corrupted elements out of the city states or turn established figures to their side, but now their bloc had firmly taken root in the world's infrastructure. The late nights of holo-conferencing with an almost countless number of aides and politicians had come to an end. His pair of deputies had proven that they could run the vast majority of the day to day operations of his office, and Gir was content to let them run it. His mind could now fully turn to his true passions.
A bothan female slipped out from behind a pair of trees into the path in front of him. Gir had never been the greatest at distinguishing the various facial and physical features of the countless races of the galaxy to discern individuals. Yet he had been in her presence so many times that he had only to see a patch of her fur in order to recognize her. A subdued smile slowly crept across his face.
"Azira...I was expecting to see you further along the path."
Her fur rippled in amusement, "At the lookout point perhaps?"
She ruefully shook her head, "You were taking too long. Casulon finally let you go?"
Gir nodded.
"Let's talk then..."