He had been sent a speeder to escort him and his bodyguard to the Naboo palace. The retired pirate was being treated to a life of luxury he had likely never known before. Emryc took it all in stride, sporting sunglasses and glancing down at a datapad as they made their way over.
Emryc glanced out the window, spotting various groups of protesters or gatherings here and there. News of him visiting the palace had been leaked somehow and it brought out even more voices calling for anti Jedi and anti Sith sentiments. Emryc ignored it all, focusing on the meeting ahead.
The speeder arrived before the palace courtyard, large gates poised up front. Someone opened the door for him and he stepped out, taking in sight of the massive buildings in the distance. Emryc thought back to his humble origins as a nobody on a space station. He thought of the odd jobs he did to scrape by for some credits. He thought of the spice he sold or smuggled. He thought of his job as a DJ. He thought of his job as a driver.
And here he stood, brought by personal invitation from the Queen of Naboo.
Emryc cast a sideways glance at Vrash, “What do you make of this?” He asked casually. The pirate proved to be pleasant and entertaining company so far. They would wait at the gates as the driver commed the people inside. Guards would need to come greet them to escort them in.
@Rhogar