The operation, so far, was heading in the right direction but they needed to get something they hadn't had before and that was the support of the ruling class of Trandoshan elders. Unlike most elders throughout the Galaxy these ones weren't in charge solely because of their age and wisdom but because they could still whip the backside of any of the stupid younger ones as well.
Which meant they were actually only a few years older than Max himself in most cases come to think of it. He doubted they would hold that against him all things considered even if they didn't think that age accounted for wisdom in a one-to-one ratio.
Standing in the middle of the prepared area with his regular equipment at the ready, he idly twirled his lightsaber staff to stretch himself out a little bit ahead of the discussion that was to come. The fact that the Elders held talks and discussions in an arena really probably have said it all; if they didn't manage to convince the Elders to support the denouncement of the slavers as weak then they would need to convince them that they were stronger, that they had the Scores to be right no matter what they thought.
Honestly they wouldn't have even gotten to this point if their opinion wasn't, at least, a vocal minority amongst the ranks of the Elders and they would likely only be challenged by the staunchest of slaver-backers.
"Ready for some negotiations, Indy?"
@Killa Ree