Varik Ice
The Broken King
Varik Ice
Equipment: Lightsaber
Location: Eadu, Barabian Systems HQ
Jacen adjusted his glasses anxiously. He'd never really been this nervous before, at least he didn't think so. He checked the time, tapping his foot like a madman. Finally he saw Varik come up the stairs, that same blank look on his face as always. "Finally. What took you so long?" As he stepped forward, Ice had an answer ready. "Running a Sovereignty." Well, damn. That was a pretty good one. "You're basically the King! Just tell them to wait!"All that got him in response was a concerned stare. Alright, maybe he couldn't just tell them to wait. He sighed, shifting nervously some more. "Whatever, then. Is there, uh...anything I should do? Adjust the room, maybe move the chairs..." He hated when he got himself worked up like this. He always worried far too much about things, especially when it came to work and responsibility. This was both of those in pretty much the maximum setting. As Jacen tried fixing up the chair and patting them down, he heard Varik from the other end of the room.
"The room is fine. You'll do fine." Jacen wasn't sure if that was real encouragement; if it was, he was going to need some smelling salts fast, because there was no way this was real. He'd doubted that ever since he was asked to run such a big company on the cusp of expanding to larger horizons. He cursed himself silently for being hard-working, possibly even reliable. If Varik just didn't trust him, he wouldn't have to do this.