A politician's work was never done. Obligations made inevitably came knocking, and typically at the most inopportune moments. The man Cassian was beholden to was no ordinary citizen either, but a commander within the Onderon Military. Not a man that you wanted to have as your enemy, simply because he certainly could make a nuisance of himself if he wanted to. Middle aged and divorced with no prospects of an active social life on the horizon, he had all the time in the world to make Cassian's life miserable.
That was the trouble with politics. People expected you to keep your word, and if you didn't, say goodbye to re-election.
This particular obligation led Cassian to Rhen Var, more specifically to Pietri Dane, an old friend from his days serving in the Onderon Royal Guard. It had been years since they'd seen one another. A lot had changed since those days, but hopefully, if one thing could remain constant, it was Pietri's loyalty to the Free Worlds Alliance. Rumors suggested otherwise.
After three days in a compact light freighter, the Zeltron was afraid he made for miserable company. He'd hardly spoken to the pilot or the woman he was escorting to Rhen Var, a special agent with the IIA. Cassian had never been fond of space travel. Lifeless durasteel, drafty hallways, and inescapable confinement set him on edge. It always had, ever since he was a child.
As the light freighter entered the planet's atmosphere and snow covered mountains grew visible through the ship's viewports, Cassian attempted to strike up a conversation. "I hope the cold won't bother you?" he asked the Togruta, tugging a dark overcoat on.
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