[color=fff79a][i]‘No, I wouldn’t.’[/i][/color]

It was Anari’s first and foremost instinct to deny Match’s belief. To say that nothing would have changed was an exaggeration, one often used by those lacking foresight. If his arrival were truly dependent on the approval of those working against them, she would have to question the choice of bodyguards that accompanied him here. She then wondered if it was because he was smart enough to know that he did not want to die easy, yet Match was stupid enough to choose this course of action over anything else available to him. It didn’t add up. Nothing about this situation spelled good things for either party, that is if Match was indeed telling the truth.

After he addressed Senator Ordo with assurance—false ones, ones she herself could still not believe—Anari would quickly cut in once again, preventing the Senator from speaking over her.

[color=fff79a][b]“You risked your life and the lives of your people by traveling here only to doubt our ability to achieve ample results, all based on the lack of starships filling the skies and armed soldiers storming the streets?”[/b][/color] Anari questioned bitterly. [color=fff79a][b]“This world is diseased. We wish to be a cure to good people here, people you claim to be part of. And the way I see it, [i]“Match”[/i], you have already placed your community in danger by being here. There were better ways to reach out to us, yet you chose to waltz here both bold and stupid. Now, without a doubt, people will suffer for it.”[/b][/color] 

Unfinished with the guilty parties within the room, Anari turned around, coming face-to-face with Commander Gallowin. 

[color=fff79a][b]“As for you, [i]Commander[/i], I expected better from one so decorated and experienced. Our position is not solidified. Do not treat our enemies as common gangsters. They have the run of the planet. We do not. Respect that fact, or they will make you.”[/b][/color] Unable to bear the thought of him running his mouth, Anari held up a hand to silence him before she’d seen a twitch at the corners of his mouth. The last thing she needed was to hear an argument from anyone here, least of all him. 

[color=fff79a][b]“We need more than their drug processing facilities. Something serious. Something that will throw them off their guard.”[/b][/color] She glanced over her shoulder to Match. [color=fff79a][b]“Is there such a target, something to infiltrate? To disassemble from within? If so, provide it, and we can show you that the New Republic can accomplish this mission. Not everything need be solved with a full-scale invasion.”[/b][/color]