All had gone well in their interactions with the Chancellor until she mentioned that the Qyaari would become "tied in" with political alliances. Thankfully, Ailel was quick to point out their hesitance to get wrapped up in the politics that became one of the biggest contributing factors to the Jedi's overall reduction in power and subsequent destruction. 
"I would hope that instruction is implemented into the treaty in the clearest terms." 
"Well, instead of talking out here, why don't I show you what I and the cabinet members came up with? We can discuss more sensitive matters in private, which I think would be preferable." The two former Masters exchanged approving looks before Matt cast a glance at the Champions that accompanied them as Saresh made her way into the Alliance tower and told them:
"It's not the most thrilling thing in the world to sit in on political treaty debates, but you both need to see what the process is like." His mouth remained slightly ajar, but then closed, silencing whatever thoughts were to follow and continued with Ailel. As the Elders drew a bit farther away from the duo, he mumbled:
"They're not going to find out for a while, will they? What we eventually want to do with them?" He chuckled, adding:
"And to think I was about to bust the whole thing wide open." 

Trailing slightly behind, Yerbol quietly told his companion:
"Once we're done with this, we can finally follow those coordinates Neta has on that holocube." He withdrew the miniature, translucent object from his pocket along with the note Neta had left with the object:
"Terminal outside the Tower. Plug it in. Think you'll like what you find." He read the note aloud again, a smirk forming as he could almost hear the red-head's sultry yet commanding voice saying the words with her signature teasing half-smirk. 

Goodness he missed her. 

"I'm a bit hurt that she would only holocall you and not me, though. Think I'll have to tease her about that in some way." He quickly added: 
"When we see her. We've got to make that a priority. Besides, I think Alderaan is nice this time of year...or practically at any other time when there isn't civil war." 

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Six. Hours. 

The sun was just beginning to set, bright orange beams of sun attempting to infiltrate the blinds that were only opened to where one could see the slowly healing city-scape if they looked between the gaps. Seemingly unaware of the time that had passed were those debating the treaty, their objections, agreements and other forms of politicking only gathering steam as the day wore on. Yerbol made some contributions to the discussion when prompted, but other than those minute opportunities, he was silent. He had chewed on cashews, went to the bathroom multiple times(he walked around the floor to ensure his blood was circulating) and checked his datapad every so often while trying not to look disengaged. It was tiresome to go through this, but then again, the Council had made them go with the duo of Elders in order to comprehend the complexity of politics and maybe, just maybe, emphasize how desperately the galaxy needed an order of stable, harmonious Force users to help balance out governments. 
"Are we concluded that Ord Mantell can be included as one of the potential settlement worlds?" Matt asked, leaning forward and rubbing his temples at the same time. 
"That is correct. And..." Saresh's second in command, a stately looking gentleman by the name of Tanner Zinka, looked through the last few pages and nodded.
"I believe that concludes it all. We'll issue you a formal copy that can be brought back to Zinuthra for posterity's sake and have the signing ceremony tomorrow evening?"
"That sounds wonderful."
"Indeed it does." Saresh's eyes took in the entire room as she spoke:
"This marks the beginning of a new era. For all of us. In order to make sure we do not repeat the mistakes of the past, we'll need to band together, to fight as hard as we can not for our personal good, but for the betterment of the galaxy." Approving nods and smiles swept through the room.
"We'll have the ceremony in the atrium, I presume?" Tanner asked his superior, who agreed and summarily dismissed the room. Matt leaned over to the duo and told them:
"Just meet us at the ceremony tomorrow. I'm sure you can find things to do to occupy your time until then." 

Indeed they would. 

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"Now what bloody terminal was she talking about?" Outside the tower there were a handful of informational terminals, but none of them featured a small enough crevice for the device to fit inside. The Champion then spotted a ramp that lead downward to the Tower Market(as it was now called). Motioning for Ari to follow him, they descended into a hallway that wrapped around the central support for the walkway above, each side of the square featuring large square rooms with all sorts of shops and merchant stalls and..
"Terminals. Everywhere." It was one in particular, however, that drew Yerbol's attention. Smaller than the others, inactive and next to a store that sold imported wines and cheeses from-
"Alderaan." After inserting the square into a slot on the base of the terminal, the once dark screen flashed a bright blue, then went black again, but not before a card popped out of a hidden opening at the very top of the terminal. It was smooth, amber colored with an engraving on one side that read:
"205. Ebony Circle." 

"An address?" He looked to his companion quizzically, deciding to head to a nearby directory and plugging in "ebony circle". The very first result was a residential tower located a few blocks away from their current location. 

When they arrived at the base of said tower, there was a simple card reader next to a set of ornately patterned glass doors. Once inserted, a soft chime prompted the doors to open, card returning. 
"Wow." Was all the Champion could muster when they stepped into the lobby. Everything was so...
"Shiny." Tasteful artistic compositions hung on the walls with hefty wooden tables and chairs gleamed with polish. Dead ahead was a set of elevators that, to their "shock", had a keycard reader inside with no other way to direct the elevator. With the card in place, the elevator whooshed upwards for a few seconds before they stepped onto cherry colored wood floors and examining the space.
"What-" A chirping noise came from a datapad embedded in the wall to their right, the Champion pressing the screen to hear a welcomed voice come over speakers which he assumed were also in the walls(hidden?):
"FINALLY! It took you long enough." 
"Neta?!"
"What, have you already forgotten what I sound like? Come on sweet cheeks, you're hurting my feelings and we haven't spoken in almost four months. That's gotta be a record." He let out a chuckle, eyes cast at the floor to ceiling windows ahead that put on a majestic display of the Upper City. 
"I've missed you, too." 
"And that's why you have to see me! But not before I explain why I left you a keycard to this swanky little retreat." It was indeed "swanky": marble and granite countertops in the kitchen off the right of the living area, which featured a flat screen monitor mounted on the left wall with both couch and loveseat at optimal viewing angles. 
"This, my dears, was one of my safehouses on Coruscant. Well, not exactly a 'safehouse'...more of like a luxury I afforded myself when I was doing really well with business. Obviously I don't need it anymore, so as your wedding present, I 'bequeath' this fine establishment to you both." 
"Wedding?"
"Knock it off, will you? It may not be coming up anytime soon, but you can't say I didn't get you two anything special when you do tie the knot." His cheeks flushed almost purple as he looked away from Aria, walking past the living area into a smaller hallway. A bathroom was on the right hand side of the hallway with the doorway straight ahead revealing an impressive sized bed with plush coverings. 
"This is...unexpected. And nice. Very nice."
"I know how to class it up when I need to, kiddo." She laughed cheerfully as she continued:
"This is all yours, ok? Only stipulation I have is for you guys to come find me as soon as you can. I know the signing ceremony is tomorrow, but after that I-"
"How did you know about that?!" 
"I've got sources, sweet cheeks, you know that." A tinny voice in the background asked when dinner was, which prompted the pilot to contentedly sigh, telling the duo:
"Just let me know what you're on your way and I'll get you the coordinates you need. See you soon!" 

"Well...I don't think we need to search for an apartment anymore, right?"