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[color=a187be][h3]Verra "Solace" Alleron, The Diplomat[/h3][/color]
[color=a187be]Interacting with:[/color] [color=ed1c24]Dra'kal Sherom[/color] [@Lmpkio][/center]
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[b][u]Mandalore, The Citadel
Year Four, After Re-synchronization[/u][/b]

From up on high, nearly a thousand meters above the ground, she watched the skies. The council had told her of their visitor, one of a fair many today and for the coming week, but this one was one that they could ill afford to allow misrepresentation. No mere knight of the order would greet the envoy of the Shadow Council, it was going to be her. Coming right on the heels of the completion of the Ring around the planet left her with little time to consider her options for wear, settling on the red layered dress for now and glancing at the time. Half hour until expected landing, just enough to finish up and make her way down to the surface. Outside she could hear the nearby turbolaser pylons swiveling to track incoming and outgoing vessels. Most were simply coming in to land at the base of the Citadel to drop off supplies. There crates were loaded up onto skiffs that made their way up and down what used to be the upper section of what had once been the [i]Battalion[/i].

It hadn't been called that in nearly two decades though, not since the fleet had lowered the battered and bruised Praetor to the surface and settled it against the face of the mesa. A gift to the order, the Paladin had said, something that would prove a little more sturdy in the face of bombardment. And so it had, for the gentle haze of the shields glimmered softly along the horizon, enough to ensure that the worst of the elements rarely bothered the civilians and Jedi walking the long road from Keldabe to the base of the tower.

Just a slight bit of rouge was all she tended in regards to her makeup, knowing that who she met was not some diplomat but a proper inquisitor made all that much easier for her. There wasn't all the pomp to go through, tidying up, fetching the paint and silks. Instead, she hooked her lightsabers to her waist and checked the time once more before boarding the main turbolift and heading down to the surface.

It was then that the Eta-2 was caught breaking orbit, taking a nice and easy flight path towards were all the other civilian vehicles were parked off to the side of the main veranda. As expected, it was followed by a decent portion of the turbolasers, always wary of visitors from the Empire. Solace was there to greet him however, and the scrutiny of the Citadel's defenses wavered to find other targets. His presence was barely noticed by those passing by, only the occasional stare from people walking the gardens at the base and of course the Temple Guard always vigilant.

[color=a187be]"Dra'kal Sherom."[/color]

She spoke first as she came to stand before him, giving a slight inclination of her head out of respect, dark colored hair bobbing just lightly in the gentle breeze. As it was still quite bright out and the star's light reflected strongly off the flagstone and durasteel of the pathways, her right hand kept a parasol over her, while the left was extended to him by way of greeting.

[color=a187be]"Verra Alleron, diplomat for the Grand Republic of Mandalore and the Jedi Enclaves. Most simply call me Solace, so either is fine."[/color] Her green eyes settled on the bag in hand, curious about the contents to be sure, but knowing that it was likely to be sent straight to the archives and never see too much scrutiny beyond. [color=a187be]"If you would come with me, I'll guide you into the Citadel and we can get to business, unless you prefer a tour of the grounds first?"[/color]