Bounty Hunter Baby Sitter

[Beta12]

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While the Senate Chamber's rotunda took a majority of space within the building, countless offices, conference rooms, and lounges also filled the massive structure. Charon's office was positioned in the upper levels of the Chambers, afforded to her simply by the merit of her position. When she had simply been a senator, her office had been small and cramped, shoved into the bowels of the complex. This one, however, was by far more spacious and luxurious. Plush furniture filled the room, and scandalous Zeltronian art dotted almost every wall. Behind her own chair hung a variety of pictures capturing her life on Zeltros. Events, fundraisers, elections, and the like were captured in each and every frame. Her husband and her son were now both notably absent from the collage. A balcony afforded her a view of Chandrila's sprawling capital city, Hanna.

A statue of two Zeltron's locked in an embrace sat on the right corner of her desk, and Charon's gaze was locked upon it now. Too much had happened in such a small amount of time. She had lost her husband, the man who had put her here in the first place, and now she had nothing to hold onto but his memory. "Your drinks ma'am." Two glasses filled with stiff whiskey, as well as a bottle, was placed on the desk before her. Charon offered her assistant a faint nod, letting the awkward silence between the two be a dismissal in itself.

Senator Krass would be visiting her today, in lieu of the BHG motion's approval. The added stipulation that he would be the one to appoint a Liason was rather unprecedented, but Charon herself considered it a small reprieve from the sheer weight of the duties hoisted upon her. They would surely find someone to vet, and then approach him to keep tabs on the Bounty Hunters Guild. It was a smart decision, considering the fact that the Republic was dealing with Bounty Hunters in the first place. They would keep the Republic's peace, which is something Charon appreciated considering the trouble that the Border Alliance had recently stirred on the northern border.

"Senator Krass is here to see you ma'am." A senate guardsman, one of the hand picked men chosen to guard her after her husbands assassination, poked his head through her office's previously closed door. For the first time in an hour, the Zeltron removed her gaze from the statue and turned it toward the guard at the door. Another simple nod was all it took for the guard to moved out of the way and let the Senator in. There wasn't a need for such strict security as far as she was concerned. The only way Krass could harm her was politically, and no one could defend her from that.

"Welcome Senator." A small smile crept onto her lips. She had chosen him specifically for multiple hearings. Not only was he a ranking member of the Senate, he also had a command over situations that few others could grasp so effectively. They disagreed politically over multiple issues, however, Charon could not deny that she trusted his judgment when it came to appointing a Liason. "Thank you for meeting with me today. I am sure we have a lot to discuss." A hologram projector built into her desk burst to life, loading files surrounding the hearing itself, the votes, and potential lists of personnel to be vetted. Though she appreciated the man, she had a hard time keeping her smile steady. He had been there when her husband had died, and she appreciated the gravity of that more than anything. Krass had seen her at her weakest point, her breaking point, and she wasn't exactly sure how she would handle it.

 

[Aren Krass]

Aren ran a hand through his hair as the turbolift lifted through the Senate floors. He allowed his eyes to wander the turbolift, as he absentmindedly hummed, watching the lights that flashed by the viewport as he rose. He was going to meet with the Zeltros Chancellor of the Senate regarding the appointment of a Bounty Hunter Guild Liaison. His legislature regarding the guild had passed with nearly no opposition, including the bit allowing his appointment of the liaison. He had added that bit, as he had already promised the liaisonship to one individual, and he would officially seal the deal with Charon during their meeting.

The lift let out a soft chime as it reached the level he had indicated, and he stepped out, his dress impeccable as always. Wearing a freshly pressed blue suit, with a dark black tie emblazoned with the insignia of Corellia, and a softer color of blue shirt underneath. He approached the aide outside of Charon's office who was waiting for him already. Before he let a word out she said,

"Senator Krass is here to see you ma'am."

He nodded with a soft smile, passing her by without a word. As soon as he was past the door frame that farmed Charon's office he allowed his eyes to explore the office. He would have this office once. His office was nearly as prestigious and nice as this one, but that wasn't the point. This office represented the power and control over the Republic, and one day, he would have it all.

"My pleasure Chancellor, and yes, we do. I believe it is time we appoint a liaison from the Guild, correct?"

 

[Beta12]

"My pleasure Chancellor, and yes, we do. I believe it is time we appoint a liaison from the Guild, correct?"

"Correct." Charon adjusted the drink glasses on her desk as the senator made his way into the room. His crisp blue suit, and everything else about him, simply oozed professionalism. Charon was dressed to the spades, though that came as a surprise to no one. Recently she had gone to extraordinary heights to maintain her image, which involved maintaining and expanding her ever changing wardrobe. She had to move forward, and her clothes had to instill that sense as well. "Please, take a seat and help yourself to the refreshments." She had no idea if Krass was a drinking man outside of the social events they might have spotted one another at. Surprisingly, this was her first drink of the evening. "A local brandy." She nodded to one of the glasses, as she took the other in her hand.

"I had several candidates in mind for the role of liason. Considering we are working with bounty hunters...." The holo-projector in Charon's desk flicked past several files, all men with ties to the senate and the BHG. Some were ex-members, some belonged to the greater judicial branch of the republic, and all were very straight laced. It was easy to chose senators for both diplomatic missions and hearings, but her skills became lost in translation when it came to the BHG. "However, I am sure you have come with your own list. " Krass had done thorough work on his motion after all.

Charon leaned back in her chair to wait for whatever Senator Krass might do. Her red eyes studied him as her drink rose up to her lips and tilted back. The alcohol warmed her insides, leaving a sweet after-taste at the back of her throat. Though the Brandy wasn't top-shelf quality, its local and out of the way production made it just as interesting.

 

[Aren Krass]

"My pleasure Chancellor, and yes, we do. I believe it is time we appoint a liaison from the Guild, correct?"

"Correct." Charon adjusted the drink glasses on her desk as the senator made his way into the room. His crisp blue suit, and everything else about him, simply oozed professionalism. Charon was dressed to the spades, though that came as a surprise to no one. Recently she had gone to extraordinary heights to maintain her image, which involved maintaining and expanding her ever changing wardrobe. She had to move forward, and her clothes had to instill that sense as well. "Please, take a seat and help yourself to the refreshments." She had no idea if Krass was a drinking man outside of the social events they might have spotted one another at. Surprisingly, this was her first drink of the evening. "A local brandy." She nodded to one of the glasses, as she took the other in her hand.

"I had several candidates in mind for the role of liason. Considering we are working with bounty hunters...." The holo-projector in Charon's desk flicked past several files, all men with ties to the senate and the BHG. Some were ex-members, some belonged to the greater judicial branch of the republic, and all were very straight laced. It was easy to chose senators for both diplomatic missions and hearings, but her skills became lost in translation when it came to the BHG. "However, I am sure you have come with your own list. " Krass had done thorough work on his motion after all.

Charon leaned back in her chair to wait for whatever Senator Krass might do. Her red eyes studied him as her drink rose up to her lips and tilted back. The alcohol warmed her insides, leaving a sweet after-taste at the back of her throat. Though the Brandy wasn't top-shelf quality, its local and out of the way production made it just as interesting.

Krass nodded "Of course." He said, referring to the offer of the seat and drink. He poured A glass of the brandy and took a sip before smiling,

"You have impeccable taste, Chancellor."

Taking a seat in one of the few plush chairs infront of the desk he leaned back into his seat, listening as the Chancellor spoke about her candidate. Finally Krass spoke up,

"Excellent choices, of course, Chancellor. I do have my own candidate."

He pulled out a small hand sized holo projector and set it on the desk. Thumbing it on it projected an image of a slimy, green skinned Hutt.

"Nor'baal Desajilic Kroaga. He's had experience with the guild, and is the Ambassador from 'Hutta."

 

[Beta12]

"Nor'baal Desajilic Kroaga. He's had experience with the guild, and is the Ambassador from 'Hutta."

Charon cleared her throat to avoid choking on her last gulp of brandy as the image of the Hutt himself appeared on the holo projector. The Ambassador from Hutta, and the rest of his race as far as she was concerned, belonged to the more nefarious ranks of galactic society. If one could root out the core of a crime syndicate, more often than not those green slugs would be unearthed as well. Charon allowed herself a small smile despite her initial shock. "Oh my." Her glass clinked against the desk as she set it down, granting her the space she needed to lean closer toward the holo-projector. "That is... an interesting choice." Krass had been given express permission from the Senate to chose the liason, and the fact that he came to her office in the first place was likely nothing more than a formality. If he had such a candidate picked out before he walked in the door, it was unlikely that something she might say would change his opinion.

"Does he have any previous history with the Bounty Hunters Guild..? You have spoken to him about this I assume." She could do little but entertain Krass and his choice. Despite the semblance of power that her office held, for the first time in a long time she could do little more than squint and smile.

 

[Aren Krass]

"Nor'baal Desajilic Kroaga. He's had experience with the guild, and is the Ambassador from 'Hutta."

Charon cleared her throat to avoid choking on her last gulp of brandy as the image of the Hutt himself appeared on the holo projector. The Ambassador from Hutta, and the rest of his race as far as she was concerned, belonged to the more nefarious ranks of galactic society. If one could root out the core of a crime syndicate, more often than not those green slugs would be unearthed as well. Charon allowed herself a small smile despite her initial shock. "Oh my." Her glass clinked against the desk as she set it down, granting her the space she needed to lean closer toward the holo-projector. "That is... an interesting choice." Krass had been given express permission from the Senate to chose the liason, and the fact that he came to her office in the first place was likely nothing more than a formality. If he had such a candidate picked out before he walked in the door, it was unlikely that something she might say would change his opinion.

"Does he have any previous history with the Bounty Hunters Guild..? You have spoken to him about this I assume." She could do little but entertain Krass and his choice. Despite the semblance of power that her office held, for the first time in a long time she could do little more than squint and smile.

"It is my understanding that he does indeed." Krass said simply.

He suspected the Chancellor was taken off guard by his choice, as many in her place would be. For the first time, Krass found himself on the otherside of the situation from her. Instead of finding himself powerless and exasperated by her decisions, instead, he found himself in the seat of power, and he liked it. His motion had passed, granting him unilateral permission to decide upon the liaison.

 

[Beta12]

"Then I suppose I trust your judgement. I suspect he will have his... hands.. full with these Bounty Hunters." Charon's lips curled into a professional smile as she watched Krass from across her desk. The man had thrown her through a loop with his choice, that was for sure, but for once she could feel the weight of a grandiose choice lifting from her shoulders. The Hutt would either do his duty diligently, or he would fail. Either way the Senate had lifted the responsibility from the Chancellor, and put it directly in their midst. Though this shift made her uncomfortable, she would take far less flack if it were to come back and bite them.

"Is that everything then? I can clear the liason through the proper channels, and make sure communications are set." Charon took another long "sip" of brandy, making sure to keep her gaze on Krass, if only from the corner of her eye.

(If @Nor'baal wanted to make an appearance with his hutt, and you are ok with it, we can totally have him hover up into the thread!)