Ask Receipts and Reasons

[Cassian Graves]

"And you are," Cassian rallied, a single pink hand placed on Brentioch's shoulder to offer encouragement. "You might have only adopted two Firrerre children, but through your continual work with ISCRA you have helped all of them. Every single man, woman, and child that lost their homes and livelihoods at the hands of the Sith. You were that helping hand that reached out to them and pulled them out of the fire and the rubble. Your work is admirable. You are admirable."

Cassian tilted his head to one side, leaning closer to the Aide. "Don't forget that. And don't let the words of a bitter, aging harpy drag you down either." He flashed Brentioch a playful smile and continued to walk.

"Speaking of your employer, I'm relieved to discover that we are in agreement in our assessment of her character. I'd hate for Sybil Lassiter to come between a blossoming friendship," he chuckled, of course referring to Brentioch and himself. "I wasn't sure what to expect of her personal aide, but the two of you are nothing alike. I'm pleased to see it. Visiting with you has been a pleasant experience, and you can be assured that I'll sing your praises to your employer whenever I encounter her next."

The pair came to a stop some distance from the school. Their tour of the refugee camp had come to a close, but it had been a memorable afternoon. If Cassian didn't have prior commitments, he might have sought to stay longer. Thyferra was quiet and out of the way. No reporters and no other politicians. Almost relaxing. "I'm afraid I have prior commitments that I must attend to. I can't thank you enough, Tristodd— May I call you Tristrodd?" The Zeltron extended a hand to the ISC Aide. A firm, parting handshake.

"I look forward to supporting the work of ISCRA. If you ever need more financial support or support not of a fiscal nature, be sure to contact me. ISCRA can count on Onderon for anything."

Cassian would take the offer one step further. "I'm sure that familial connections keep you tied down to Brentaal. However, if you ever desire a change of scenery— if you're ever in need of a job, don't hesitate to reach out. You have my contact info now, so hit me up sometime. We could grab a drink or something."

Offering the Senatorial Aide one last smile, Cassian added, "Without your boss. Our paths are sure to cross again, and I, for one, am looking forward to it. Until we meet again, Tristodd."

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[Tristodd Brentioch]

”Thank you, Senator. Is good to hear it.” Tristodd smiled with Graves’ words. Hearing it gave some comfort to the Brentaalan. However, even knowing that he was doing his part to help these refugees, the aide still felt that he should do more.

What could he do to stop massacres like this to continue happening on the Galaxy? Destroy the Sith and the Syndicates? It would be impossible and someone would always return to fill the niche left by them. Perhaps, the only thing that remained to be done was to comfort those that suffer because of these groups' quest for power and domination.

The Brentaalan laughed when the Senator said that he was going to praise him in front of Sibyl. “Please, do it! She will be furious, but without being able to do anything!” the Governor would probably be fuming if she heard Cassian saying good things about him. It would be hilarious to see her struggling to maintain her composure.

He wasn’t prepared to hear Graves ask if he could call Tristodd by his first name. Never another Senator even asked such a thing. He knew that the Zeltron had said that it was the beginning of a friendship, it could be an important part of it. The Brentaalan never had many friends, so he was a bit excited about this possibility. “Of course, Cassian!” without thinking, he used the man first name.

Then, Tristodd would guide the Senator to the exit of the refugee camp. Thinking about this afternoon, the aide decided that it had been good. At first, he had thought that the Zeltron would be a politician like Sibyl. However, the Brentaalan was wrong and he was grateful for that. He now even had a new friend!

“I would love to meet you again, I’ll make contact.” Tristodd said, while a bright smile appeared on his lips. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Cassian! Until we meet again!” after saying goodbye, the Brentaalan went to talk with the children. He couldn’t wait to tell them that he had a new friend!

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