It had been some time since Alexander came to office and some time since he signed The Order banning the Jedi from Republic Space. Some might find it strange or perhaps a knee jerk reaction to what he was doing today, but this had always been the plan. Even before he took the first step in the Supreme Chancellor’s shoes this had been on the cards.
To the West of The Republic sat a black spot in civilization, a strange section of space that for some reason unknown to all scientists throughout the ages held no life. It was here, above a lonely Gas Giant, Alexander Xerxes sat within a private shuttle. The only living organisms on the ship were Alexander himself and two security guards, one also acting as a pilot. The two guards were utterly loyal to Alexander, coming with him from the Hynestian Royal Guard. They had to be, otherwise what was about to transpire would perhaps collapse his entire plan, his entire life around him.
As he sat waiting, the ship hovering in empty space, Alexander pulled on the cuffs of the blue shirt under his tweed suit. “Trust the Jedi to be late.”
@Valen Pelora