The Tales of Clan Danakar

Ch 14: Jahaatir Gar Alor

Regina, Wolffe, & Plo visit the Senate building. It goes about well as you expected.

Mando'a:
Jahaatir gar alor: Tell lies to/deceive your boss

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I can't stop my head from turning as I sweep my gaze over the ornate halls of the Galactic Senate. My master and I came to meet Chancellor Sheev Palpatine in person so my master can discuss options on how to proceed after the latest battle. I am only coming along because the Chancellor likes meeting Jedi. I guess I'm close enough to count.

Well, it might have something to do with him wanting to know all of the generals and commanders leading the Republic's army, but I've heard it's the former. Regardless, I don't mind meeting new people so I don't mind this trip. I wouldn't come here for any reason aside from business or observing a Senate meeting. While the halls are beautifully decorated, there are too many ambush positions.

The Chancellor's office is circular, with almost the entire back wall taken up by a window overlooking Coruscant. It would be nice, if his desk wasn't facing the door instead of the window. I know there are really good reasons for him to face the door, but it makes the window a bit pointless. Oh well. What do I really know about interior design anyway?

The Chancellor is an older gentleman with a large, hooked nose, drooping eyes, a cleft chin, and frown lines stretching from the corners of his mouth and the bridge of his nose, giving him a severe look. These features make his smile all the more pleasant to see, but also a tad unnerving. When he sees us he stands from his desk and greets us in the middle of the room.

"Master Plo Koon, so wonderful to finally meet you in person." My master gives a small bow. "Likewise Chancellor. This is Commander Wolffe, and my padawan learner, Regina Danakar." He says, motioning towards Wolffe, and then myself. Wolffe gives the Chancellor a quick salute and I give a small bow. Here, an arm's length from him, I can smell the man.

There's the scent of swamp-water, one I can smell only due to his age I'm sure. There's something about him though that I can't place. He smells like charred wood, but not the smoke it gives off, just freshly scorched wood. Strange, I wonder what creates that smell. My master doesn't have a very strong scent himself, but he smells of Dorin gas, but not very strongly.

I believe people's scents change as they age, the scent of your home/species consistent among others of your kind or from your home. It took me awhile to determine what the clones smell like. Based on patterns, they should smell like the ocean, like Kamino. Instead, I've found that new clones, 'shinies', smell like industrial cleaner, while more experienced soldiers smell like gunmetal, blaster fire, and sometimes blood.

"Ah. Lovely to meet you my dear. You are..Nagai yes?" I smile and consider nodding. That's when I realize that my father doesn't tell people he's half-Nagaian for a reason. I should respect that. "No." I say, shaking my head. He looks intrigued. "Oh?" I nod. "I am Echani and Mandalorian." Now he seems excited. Just what is going on in his head?

"I see. How exciting. If I am not mistaken, there has not been a Mandalorian Jedi in over a thousand years." I would not have pegged the Chancellor to be a nerd. Especially a Jedi nerd, but I suppose everyone has something they nerd out about. "It is wonderful to meet you my dear. Eshan and Mandalore must be proud to have you representing them in the Jedi."

I was expecting a comment like this, and prepared a response ahead of time. "I cannot speak for them, Chancellor, for I have not been to either planet since I came to the Temple. I have no memories to go off of, and neither planet knew of us until the Jedi Order alerted them." "Pardon me, my dear, but, did you say 'us'?" I nod "Yes, Chancellor. I have a twin brother."