Emryc was not having a good day.
He was on the planet Keldooine, which still unfortunately had quite a bit of Hutt influence. He had connections to the Syndicates in the past, but he had severed those when he took to being President Thorne. Spicelord as a character faded into obscurity years back, and his former agreements with Preef Callo all but dissolved. As a result, he had no doubts that the ISC would collectively face aggression from the Syndicates.
Convincing the leaders on the planet to evacuate their people was proving to be a pain. Emryc was here to pitch the newly formed refugee program designed by Governor Ordalos. Being over 90% overrun by AMS meant that Keldooine was an immediate target for evacuation. The problem was that the local leaders wanted to squeeze everything they could from the collapse, collecting from the spoils and putting the remaining lower class citizens to work. Any attempts to strong-arm invited aggression from the Hutts in swift retaliation.
No, the move to evacuate needed to be a collected outcry from the people. So far the corrupt leaders had the public convinced that the situation wasn’t so dire, and their perimeters were good enough to permanently keep them safe from the hordes.
The compounds were tall and well fortified, but they wouldn’t hold forever. Emryc was in such a compound now, the visit officially on the docket and well publicized to socialize his campaign against AMS. Unlike usual, he wasn’t dressed formally for this visit. The half Sephi was adorned in a white button down, the sleeves rolled and tucked at the elbows. He wore tasteful jeans with a brown belt and a bantha hide chrono to match on his wrist. In the absence of a jacket, and despite his attempts to tailor it as such, the button down fit snug to his rigidly defined form to give him a perpetually intimidating appearance..
The half Sephi did not get irritated easily, but this visit was certainly pushing it. He came out of a diplomatic building with the Keldooine leaders - all dressed more like small time mercenaries than actual diplomats. The meeting didn’t go as he wanted, and his face was its usual stoic. He knew it would be a bad look for ISC for him to simply abandon the planet. Emryc dodged past reporters, his droid bodyguard working to push back the crowds. The half Sephi made his way down the street towards the food stalls. He kept walking along the rows, desperately looking for a vegetarian option that wasn’t too spicy.
Every now and then a starfighter zoomed above to pepper the areas outside the walls with cannonfire.