Galek finally took his seat amongst the rest of the ISC delegation, sinking into the comfortable cushions of his Senate pod. There was an exceptionally smug, satisfied grin on his lips for a long while after his encounter with the Chancellor. Nevertheless, he didn’t linger on the exchange for long – instead focusing his attention ahead as the first agenda item was announced.
As Senator Sapent began to lay out his long-winded proposal, Galek couldn’t help but furrow his brow a bit – a look of confusion very briefly manifested on his features. It wasn’t a bad proposal, but damn if it didn’t seem eerily familiar.
He felt an overwhelming sensation of déjà vu while he listened, and yet he really wasn’t surprised. While the New Republic seemed to latch onto every imagined flaw about the ISC, he was almost certain that they stuck their fingers in their ears and tried to ignore any positive thing that was done.
Galek was prepared to rise from his seat, but Emryc beat him to the draw. He leaned back in his seat just then, listening silently as the President began to tear into the proposal. The Induparan couldn’t help but allow a smug little grin to grace his features the longer he listened. Given all the time and effort Galek had poured into ISCRA over the past year, the prince couldn’t help but be exceptionally satisficed to see the program highlighted on the Galactic stage. The fact it was also being used to slap down a proposal from the New Republic really was just icing on the cake.
He couldn’t help but exhale a small laugh through his nostrils at the heartburn comment. At seemingly every point, Galek had to deal with politicians who harbored some deep-seeded hatred for the ISC for quite literally zero legitimate reason. The fact that they now looked petty in front of the entire galaxy was something that pleased the prince far more than it should have.
He didn’t rise from his seat nor add his voice to the opposition quite yet. He didn’t need to. Emryc covered every point that needed to be said. A few moments of silence would pass after the President finished speaking, and Galek finally shifted in his seat. Rather than getting up, he merely turned his hazel gaze to the left and leaning to address his aide.
“Nadira?”
“Yes, sir?”
As Senator Sapent began to lay out his long-winded proposal, Galek couldn’t help but furrow his brow a bit – a look of confusion very briefly manifested on his features. It wasn’t a bad proposal, but damn if it didn’t seem eerily familiar.
He felt an overwhelming sensation of déjà vu while he listened, and yet he really wasn’t surprised. While the New Republic seemed to latch onto every imagined flaw about the ISC, he was almost certain that they stuck their fingers in their ears and tried to ignore any positive thing that was done.
Galek was prepared to rise from his seat, but Emryc beat him to the draw. He leaned back in his seat just then, listening silently as the President began to tear into the proposal. The Induparan couldn’t help but allow a smug little grin to grace his features the longer he listened. Given all the time and effort Galek had poured into ISCRA over the past year, the prince couldn’t help but be exceptionally satisficed to see the program highlighted on the Galactic stage. The fact it was also being used to slap down a proposal from the New Republic really was just icing on the cake.
He couldn’t help but exhale a small laugh through his nostrils at the heartburn comment. At seemingly every point, Galek had to deal with politicians who harbored some deep-seeded hatred for the ISC for quite literally zero legitimate reason. The fact that they now looked petty in front of the entire galaxy was something that pleased the prince far more than it should have.
He didn’t rise from his seat nor add his voice to the opposition quite yet. He didn’t need to. Emryc covered every point that needed to be said. A few moments of silence would pass after the President finished speaking, and Galek finally shifted in his seat. Rather than getting up, he merely turned his hazel gaze to the left and leaning to address his aide.
“Nadira?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Please be sure to send an ISCRA pamphlet to the office of Senator Sapent when this session is over. You know – the one with lots of pictures.”
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