[color=92278f][h1]Tan El Nali[/h1][/color]

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Sentinel Tan sat by a holo-communicator, in his office well office was a stretch he'd seen prison cells with more space. Surrounding him documents stored on treaties, past Jedi Delegations, favors, and Republic data mixed in with the risk, the room covered in cabinets to hold it all. In the time he had been here he had organized it, cataloged the vast majority of it then had his protocol droids memorize locations of data and relevancy.

However he was currently playing a much more dangerous game... He'd located a group of rogue Republic star fighter pilots, aces from the war who had turn pirate. Currently he was bluffing his way through a call to convince them to join with the Jedi Remnant here. Currently he had used false reports, and his local infamy among Hutt's, and his half truths soon they had come to terms.

With that done he hung up and began the paper work... Again, every system with rebels or resistance was sending messages, all wanting Jedi or to be brought in. Of course they couldn't do it all, so it was his job to send it around to others or try to convince them to stick out alone longer. Anything major he took it to the council, so far nothing yet.

By the force he longed to strike something with his saber, to move and duel! His master might have been one of the orders greatest diplomats but Sentinels craved action, to do things and sitting around here waiting to be given more reports or to be barked off for not finishing the work faster made him want to shove his saber in his throat and turn it on.

Tan got up slowly, perhaps a short trip out? Find a sparing partner and relax after it's not like work was going to go anywhere... Unless it got blown up... Maybe he could find a way to blow up the office all the boring documents gone and he could just teach saber combat. The young jedi smiled at that thought, his time protecting the people in forgotten parts of the galaxy had changed his strict upbringing some.