Capital of Iziz, Onderon
The assembly of the Galactic Senate had drug on for hours, but Cassian had come to expect nothing less from his colleagues. They were politicians, after all, and by nature loved the sound of their own voices. Supposing he himself was not exempt from that particular characteristic, he smiled to himself.Open to all Galactic Senate politicians/diplomats and their guests)
This senate assembly in particular had been full of unexpected twists and turns, from a New Republic Grand Admiral knocked unconscious by his own aide to the Jedi being escorted from the senate chambers by security. No one could deny that it had been an interesting day, but perhaps colorful was a more apt description.
It was a chill evening, and the cold wind that whipped around durasteel corners cut right through clothing. The weather was something everyone had been quick to comment on today. Typically, Onderon enjoyed a temperate climate, but that was not the case year round. The planet's increased humidity only made the cold more penetrating.
The colder weather did not bother Cassian like it did some of the others, but he did take his colleague's comforts into consideration and instructed that a fire be lit in the hearth. He'd also requested that a fresh cup of tea be put on for the Senator of Tanaab, should he come. It was the least Cassian could do after the kindness the Ithorian had showed him earlier that day.
Refreshments had already been placed, and music floated casually through the apartment, all thanks to the surround sound system Cassian had installed the year before. Onderon's taxpayer money put to good use.
"You should straighten your tie," Kiacro suggested, the young Bivall assistant lingering near the fireplace. Cassian usually dismissed Kiacro of an evening, but the Bivall had insisted that his presence would be needed tonight. He'd also insisted that they request each senator RSVP, but Cassian had ixnayed that idea right away. The invitations had been sent to each senator's datapads. That was sufficient.
"It's a party," Cassian replied, smiling over at his assistant with a twinkle in his eyes. "The point is to cut loose after a long day."
Kiacro pursed his lips but knew not to say anything more on the subject.
The Zeltron turned back toward the large window of his apartment and stared out at the city below. Guests would be arriving any minute now.
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