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Senate Hearing Livestream: _ Senate Vote Delegation [Message to the Jedi Knights]
Hapes _ Lorelei Communications Tower _ Penthouse _
_ Aibhne's bold eyes flicked down to the two postured champagne flutes, fizzing bubbles trickling down glistening glass, then returned to the man presenting them. A delayed response forthcoming, irksome in its efforts to force uncharacteristic congeniality.
"No thank you," he coldly declined with at least a minor cock of the head as if to bow with respect. "I don't drink." Aibhne then delicately raised a gentlemanly backhand towards one of the glasses and lightly tapped his fingernail to its pane, dinging a symbolic cheers in substitution of a proper toast. "To your kindness. Again, I must thank you for inviting us to this viewing Mister Delcathaís."
Aethan Delcathaís, a proud Hapan of prominent lineage, uncomfortably brought his glass to his lips with a tipping side glance and swallowed a short swig; wincing a suppressed look of offense in a quick half-smile.
"Mm. Thank my wife Heléne. We are all guests in her house. This is her enterprise after all. She's always entertained my affection for true Jedi, though not a popular notion in certain circles of course."
"It's unfortunate that she could not be here."
"Yes, you'll please excuse her absence. Her mind has always been married to business first. She remains ever grateful for your assistance, sir Aibhne. If not for you and your fellow Jedi, her life might have been taken prematurely by those villains."
"A blight on your pristine society."
"Indeed! Where is your comrade, then. I would toast to him as well."
Aibhne looked back over his shoulder, revealing the vast lounge in all its regality. Multiple screens showed the senate in hearing. Several sofas and end tables with a small buffet in the back. Windows entirely surrounding them, the majestic cityscape all around. A private team of service staff offered beverages and maintained the food. A small crowd of wealthy businessmen and women, favorable to the Jedi, were in attendance; included several Jedi as well, each one having some private connection to Aethan. Just as Aibhne had saved his wife on a prior mission.
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Hapes _ Lorelei Communications Tower _ Penthouse _
_ Aibhne's bold eyes flicked down to the two postured champagne flutes, fizzing bubbles trickling down glistening glass, then returned to the man presenting them. A delayed response forthcoming, irksome in its efforts to force uncharacteristic congeniality.
"No thank you," he coldly declined with at least a minor cock of the head as if to bow with respect. "I don't drink." Aibhne then delicately raised a gentlemanly backhand towards one of the glasses and lightly tapped his fingernail to its pane, dinging a symbolic cheers in substitution of a proper toast. "To your kindness. Again, I must thank you for inviting us to this viewing Mister Delcathaís."
Aethan Delcathaís, a proud Hapan of prominent lineage, uncomfortably brought his glass to his lips with a tipping side glance and swallowed a short swig; wincing a suppressed look of offense in a quick half-smile.
"Mm. Thank my wife Heléne. We are all guests in her house. This is her enterprise after all. She's always entertained my affection for true Jedi, though not a popular notion in certain circles of course."
"It's unfortunate that she could not be here."
"Yes, you'll please excuse her absence. Her mind has always been married to business first. She remains ever grateful for your assistance, sir Aibhne. If not for you and your fellow Jedi, her life might have been taken prematurely by those villains."
"A blight on your pristine society."
"Indeed! Where is your comrade, then. I would toast to him as well."
Aibhne looked back over his shoulder, revealing the vast lounge in all its regality. Multiple screens showed the senate in hearing. Several sofas and end tables with a small buffet in the back. Windows entirely surrounding them, the majestic cityscape all around. A private team of service staff offered beverages and maintained the food. A small crowd of wealthy businessmen and women, favorable to the Jedi, were in attendance; included several Jedi as well, each one having some private connection to Aethan. Just as Aibhne had saved his wife on a prior mission.
"A Motion of Fear" occurs before "All Your Docking Bays Belong to Us".