[right][b][color=lightblue]Keldabe Administrative District // Mandalore // Mandalore Sector[/color][/b][/right]

Koren entered the main compartment of his shuttle, acting as his [I]executive suite[/i] during his time on the surface of Mandalore. He nodded to his two guards who filed out of the room, as he keyed in a code to the holocommunicator. A signal from Mandalore wouldn't be able to reach within the transitory mists usually, however, his ship was in orbit to relay the signal and there was another cruiser on the edge of the mists to relay the signal within. He bowed his head respectfully towards his Queen, before turning his head up, a smile playing at the edge of his mouth.

[b][color=lightblue]"My Queen."[/color][/b]

She returned the bow, and the smirk. [b][color=goldenrod]"My Prince. How is your diplomatic visit?"[/color][/b]

Formal. That means that she very likely has company. 

[b][color=lightblue]"My meeting with the Manda'lor was... postponed, due to tensions between himself and Empress of the Renkar Imperium. We were advised to leave while they, finished their discussion.[/color] [/b] He stood up tall, hands behind his back, feet at ease. [b][color=lightblue]"I have however conversed with a Jedi Diplomat known as Ro Nuul. He is a fellow survivor, like me.[/color][/b] Koren composed himself. Deep breathe in, release. Allow his negative thoughts out with his breathe. 

[b][color=lightblue]"He seemed hopeful, that whether through the Mandalorian Republic or the Renkar Imperium we should be able to form some form of alliance that will benefit us, to try and keep us safe from the Separatist Alliance."[/color][/b]

[b][color=goldenrod]"That is good news. Good news indeed...[/color][/b]