[b]Admiral Magnus and Count Dooku/Perelliator Away Team
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Magnus briskly slips into a seat opposite Dooku and replies to the refreshment question. "Yes please." Dooku gestures to a chrome-plated droid, who leaves the room...presumably to go get some. Dookue looks back to the Admiral and speaks again. "I suppose my first question should be asking you why you are here. Not many ships come to Geonosis, it's out of the way of most hyperspace lanes...certainly not in the unique manner you have."

Magnus nods. "Our method of travel is a bit uncommon for us as well. I presume you are familiar with wormholes...to put it very simply, we've found ourselves accidentally exploring a wormhole. Though I suspect calling it a wormhole is an inaccuracy, and we are still trying to learn how to return."

Dooku nods thoughtfully. "I will of course do everything I can to help you return to your own space, should you desire. Though such aid may be rather limited soon, the current political situation of our Separatist movement is growing unstable recently. The galaxy is rapidly moving towards war. I can promise more support in exchange for your aid in our side of the escalating conflict, however. We can additionally provide logistical support and resupply as long as it is required."

Magnus looks considerate in turn. "Depending on the length of our stay, such things will be needed. However I can't agree to any such things without further details. We are new to this galaxy, I will of course need to be well informed on the state of affairs."

"Oh naturally. Of course I will provide you with a detailed report on all public information on the galactic state of affairs, and will happily answer any questions you may have on the same. You will not want to agree to anything without being fully informed."

"Indeed. Thank you for understanding."

"In the meantime, I invite you to enjoy our hospitality here. I doubt your ship is equipped to access our holonet, and at any rate I notice that our refreshments have only just now arrived." As Dooku speaks, the silver droid returns and places a number of alien, yet appetizing-looking snack-like things on a tray on the table.

Magnus nods, eyeing the tray with some interest. "Thank you, I shall."

Dooku pulls out a datapad and taps in a few commands, bringing up a few dozen files on the current state of the galaxy, including several articles on the Seperatists and their cause, and a few GNN reports on Senate affairs...among other things...and slides it over to Magnus. A silver protocol droid that came in puts some various snacks and drinks on the table as well. "I'll give you some time to read and be back shortly, should you have any questions." So saying, Dooku and his two large droids exit the room with a swish of his cape, leaving the Terrans with the files and the protocol droid.