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In between his first speech and the present, King Rikkles Le'Fam, the first Quarren King of Mon Calamari, had been resting in his bacta tank to recover. The stress of the whole affair had weathered his body, and truthfully, he preferred the feeling of being submerged within the bacta to walking the polluted shores of Dac anyways. The world, his world, was a mere shadow of what it had been under his rule. To rebuild his world would take considerable effort, effort he could not expend while his body was still so weak.
That brought him to the present - the meeting with the Jedi delegation. While never quite a fan of the antics of lightsaber-holders, King Le'Fam respected truth and wisdom in whatever form it came. He had also, conveniently, been in a coma while much of the galaxy began to turn on the ancient Order of the Jedi. Of course, his advisors had briefed him on the most important moments - the great battles between Jedi and Sith, Commander Widase's agreement with Grandmaster Voran, and the Jedi's unfortunate expulsion from Senate.
His mind was his only fortress for 15 years. King Le'Fam trusted that he could withstand any attempts at mental manipulation the Jedi may try. Further, he needed their aid; even with the experimental surgeries and bacta provided generously by the ISC, he was still an old man with a weak body. The Jedi were storied healers, their Grandmaster the greatest among them. Surely they could, if nothing else, help provide him a direction forward.
An attendant entered into the King's chambers, alerting him that the Jedi delegation would soon arrive. Good. He exited his tank, covered in the translucent slime of the chamber.
He was dressed in red and black robes when the Jedi arrived to his makeshift council room, still housed within the spaceport of Dac City. If nothing else, it would be easily accessible to the off world visitors. King Le'Fam suppressed his excitement and anxiety by focusing on the present - his breathing, the tactile feelings of the robes on him and chair beneath him, the scent of the sea that wafted in through the windows. He would try to make his mind inscrutable to his Jedi counterparts.
But still, a good deal of hope leaked out of him.
That brought him to the present - the meeting with the Jedi delegation. While never quite a fan of the antics of lightsaber-holders, King Le'Fam respected truth and wisdom in whatever form it came. He had also, conveniently, been in a coma while much of the galaxy began to turn on the ancient Order of the Jedi. Of course, his advisors had briefed him on the most important moments - the great battles between Jedi and Sith, Commander Widase's agreement with Grandmaster Voran, and the Jedi's unfortunate expulsion from Senate.
His mind was his only fortress for 15 years. King Le'Fam trusted that he could withstand any attempts at mental manipulation the Jedi may try. Further, he needed their aid; even with the experimental surgeries and bacta provided generously by the ISC, he was still an old man with a weak body. The Jedi were storied healers, their Grandmaster the greatest among them. Surely they could, if nothing else, help provide him a direction forward.
An attendant entered into the King's chambers, alerting him that the Jedi delegation would soon arrive. Good. He exited his tank, covered in the translucent slime of the chamber.
He was dressed in red and black robes when the Jedi arrived to his makeshift council room, still housed within the spaceport of Dac City. If nothing else, it would be easily accessible to the off world visitors. King Le'Fam suppressed his excitement and anxiety by focusing on the present - his breathing, the tactile feelings of the robes on him and chair beneath him, the scent of the sea that wafted in through the windows. He would try to make his mind inscrutable to his Jedi counterparts.
But still, a good deal of hope leaked out of him.
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