Halon Dantz was in a speeder, zooming towards the Judicial Arcology along with his M'shento'su'Nikto master, Má-ŕbo Hashî. They had been sent to discuss if the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine could have a greater influence on law enforcement on the planet, as Republic judicials were often too far away to bother.
From what he’d heard, the settlers had little trouble with this idea, and overall things were almost bound to turn out okay. He looked out the window. The altitude meter said that they were at five hundred meters, yet they were still surrounded by buildings. Halon had been to Coruscant before, when he was fourteen, but he didn’t quite remember the buildings being this... large. He looked at his master’s face. Through his alien features, Halon could see that he was concerned. He sensed that the Nikto wary and nervous.
“Master?” Halon tried to open conversation. Hashî responded by looking at him. “I have a really good feeling about this,” the young human said.
“And that is why you are still only a Padawan, my friend,” Hashî replied, “A Jedi must learn to consider every factor. Politicians are selfish nowadays, and this one is no exception.”
Halon frowned quizzically. “But what could he possibly have to gain from this?”
“I wouldn’t know, I’m not a politician. But they make odd schemes; it wouldn’t surprise me if this one did too.” The Knight’s response was worrying, and since Halon trusted in his superior wisdom, he became nervous as well.
They flew the rest of the way in silence, until they finally approached the pyramid-shaped building. The Nikto reminded his apprentice to say nothing unless he was certain it was necessary. Entering the hangar of the Arcology, they spotted an elevator near the place they docked the speeder at. They walked up to it, and pressed the button for the top floor, the tip of the pyramid.
The high-speed elevator took them there in half a minute, and they entered a blue room, adorned with several decorations. In the middle of the room, in front of them was a desk and an aging Twi’lek woman sitting behind a computer terminal. She looked up at them, and immediately recognised them.
“He’s expecting you. Carry on in,” She said in a sweet voice. The two Jedi continued through a door on the left of the desk, and entered another blue room, stepping on a blue carpet, approaching the blue chairs in front of the Adjudicator in his blue robes. Halon looked at his left wrist; they were two minutes early.
The Nikto Knight cleared his throat. “Greetings,” he said, disguising his nerves to the Adjudicator, but not to Halon.
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