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[color=a187be][h3]Verra "Solace" Alleron, The Diplomat[/h3][/color]
[color=a187be]Interacting with:[/color] [color=f26522]Dra'kal Sherom[/color] [@Lmpkio][/center]
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[b][u]Mandalore, The Citadel
Year Four, After Re-synchronization[/u][/b]

Straight to business it seemed, and she wasn't entirely opposed to it for once. The song and dance that came with the Empire's usual diplomatic envoy was… Tiring, and that was on a good day. A sort of unspoken understanding was almost always there between Jedi. Even if their orders were vastly different, with hers being a bit more unorthodox and progressive. It was obvious not just in the way she dressed more like one who spent more time in the government, but also in everything around them. A rather large number of what looked to be civilians and True Mandalorians milled about the gardens enjoying the midday scenery. Several of the couples taking in the sights were Jedi as well, a sign of how lax the code had become with the revisions post-shattering.

[color=a187be]"Understandable, I'm sure it was quite the journey. Hopefully our patrols didn't hold you up too long at the borders, I know that on occasion they can be a bit… Zealous. Please, follow me."[/color]

And with that she turned and started back towards the Citadel. The entire way back up the path the parasol remained over her, a slowly moving circle of shade that was necessary considering her complexion. Here and there a few stopped to greet her, mentions of lightsaber practice to be done at varying points throughout the day, to which she responded curtly and requested they find her later. As they came closer to the Citadel the murals began to come into focus, a series of scenes showing the founding of the new order, and the end of the last. A rebirth of sorts, through fire and battle. Cin Drallig was a prominent figure in the latter scenes, of his last stand on Coruscant.

[color=a187be]"He's become a hero of sorts among the new republic, as I'm sure you've heard."[/color] Solace stated, walking past the mural and into the Citadel proper, glancing back to ensure he was behind her. [color=a187be]"The Mandalorians consider him one of the Fallen Kings when the report of his last stand became public knowledge. It was him and a dozen temple guards who held the Jedi Temple until Grievous was forced to bombard it from orbit. From what we know, initially it was supposed to be captured, but the Confederacy couldn't even take the steps from Cin Drallig. Even the bombardment hadn't gained them the temple. He managed to survive that first and second turbolaser barrage through force body and tutaminis, standing in defiance and ready to give his last for the Republic and the Order."[/color]

[color=a187be]"Then they glassed the entire block."[/color]

The main foyer of the Citadel loomed, a desk at the far end of the orange carpet and durasteel grey stone floors. At either side were chambers dedicated to public service, where the masters met with civilians and spoke at length of what it meant for their family to be force sensitive and how their life would change if they [i]chose[/i] to be Jedi. That was one of those things that marked them as so different from the other orders. Only the Enclave made it a choice. She was about to comment further on the various murals and statues when they came upon the service desk where a few clerks sat.

[color=7ea7d8]"Ms. Alleron, is this our guest from the Shadow Council?"[/color]

[color=a187be]"That is correct Andrade. Would you be so kind as to let Airus know that we'll be in the Imperial Room?"[/color]

A short back and forth later and they were once more on the move, only a short distance to the dedicated wing of the ground floor for their Imperial guests.

[color=a187be]"I'll be honest with you Dra'kal, my forte is relegated almost entirely to talking people out of stabbing each other, or doing the stabbing myself. My part-, rather my colleague Airus Vel-Ath is about the best we have when it comes to holocrons, considering how few of the old archivists are left. When he heard about a biokeyed holocron, well… His excitement was palpable."[/color]

She said little else on that in particular, showing Dra'kal into a circular chamber that was typically used for meetings between the masters. It was suitable here as it held a large table in the center and featured a scanner suite with projectors. Especially useful when dealing with holocrons and sharing information.

[color=a187be]"If you would sit it in the center of the table, we can have a look over it and see how best to proceed. Though it's incredibly likely that it will just go into the restricted section of the library to never be touched again. Except for the odd dare, you know the kind. Let's all head up to the spooky Sith holocron and see who might secretly have some dark ancestry."[/color]