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Ah, But Underneath

Adoven Ryner

Date: Sunday, 22 Nov 2009, 6:33 PM | Message # 1

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“To blazes with the report!” shouted the not so honourable looking Adoven Ryner at his comlink, throwing the device on his desk. His usually neatly groomed hair was flat and clean-shaved face sported stubble. He had bags under his eyes and the waste basket next to his desk was littered with disposable coffee cups. Had he been staying in his office all night and day? You bet. He was half tempted to down the bottle of Tarul wine he kept chilled in his office’s conservator... yet the disapproval he knew his protocol droid would have upon seeing him sloshed made him rethink this.

Adoven had pulled late nights or all nighters before, but this was… A disaster. Though it had happened 10 days ago, Adoven was still reeling with the aftermath of the Ithorian Peace tragedy. Sometimes, he just hated the notoriety he had amassed with this job: the New Republic’s poster child for disasters and tough negotiation. God he had been at this for far too long… He should have just been a HoloDrama star like he had secretly wished to be as a kid. Like that, he could have pretended to be a diplomat in tough spots without actually having to be one. Then again… there was something of the adrenaline rush he liked when arguing and debating. Or when things got hairy and his life came close to being on the line… in controlled situation that is. Not like this Ithorian Peace debacle.

What a shock he had received when hearing of the news, especially since he himself should have taken a holiday on the very same ship. It’s only a last minute change to his work schedule that had made him cancel his reservation. He shuddered just thinking about it… his body slumped against a dining table, eyes all glassy, dead…

“Enough, Ryner. Enough… Just don’t think about it and work…” he muttered to himself, trying to calm his nerves. He knew the outburst of a few minutes past would earn him scorn, but he didn’t care. But for all his concentration being applied and focused on his work, he lasted 10 minutes of sitting in a chair he usually thought highly comfortable. He just couldn’t think anymore. What he wanted right now was to relax… take a long shower “and groom”, he said aloud finishing his thought as he spotted his reflection in the ornate mirror across the room. And why should he not? He had dealt with all pressing matters to all regular assignments AND the incoming stuff pertaining to the liner massacre. And so, it was settled. Pushing himself away from his desk, Adoven made his way towards the onsite facilities that only the crème de la crème had access to.

An hour later, he was a new man. Well, actually, he was the man he usually was. It was the ghastly shadow he had been previously that had been discarded into nothingness. The shower had invigorated him and his vanity (the incessant grooming, applying of moisturizers, toners, etc) had done the rest. And it’s with a renewed gait that he traipsed back to his office, taking the liberty of pouring himself yet another coffee on his way. He sat down once more in the black stylish chair and opened a drawer, rummaged for a bottle and poured a bit of its content in the cup before taking a sip. Ah yes. He felt much better. Despite his lack of sleep, he felt confident he could handle just about anything...

The Hon. Adoven Ryner
Political attaché to the Chandrilan Senator

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Date: Monday, 23 Nov 2009, 0:37 AM | Message # 2

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"You're still at work," Aleema broke his burgeoning concentration, as she'd passed by his door and noticed it open and he, inside, still seated at his desk. No one in the Diplomatic Corps was quite sure exactly how late the Director usually worked because she was typically the last one in the building at night. It seems, however, that Andoven had just discovered the answer, as she wore her trench coat buttoned and had files tucked under her arm, clearly leaving for the night (or rather, the morning). She paused in the doorway for a moment, regarding him. The room smelled clean, but not in the antiseptic way that the rest of the Central Administration Building did.

"These are strange times," she said to him after a moment, looking out of his office viewport at Coruscant beyond it, luminous as always in the night. It was always odd to see the bustle of activity and speeders from inside a sealed, noiseless room. It made it seem unreal. "It's funny," she went on, "that all the guns in all the galaxy can't make peace, but it only takes one gun, one shot, to ruin it. Who would have thought that keeping the peace would be so much harder than making peace?" It had, indeed, been a very challenging time for the Diplomatic Corps. When the Republic was at war with the Remnant things were, in a way, simpler. Now that the treaty had been signed, the peace had brought with it a whole new host of demands, and these offices were busier than ever. Often, Andoven wasn't the only one who worked late.

She shook her head, smiled softly, and then returned her gaze to Adoven. "The word is that there's going to be a conference on Morishim," she said, "to discuss disarmament, mostly, and other issues. The Imperial Minister of State is going to be there, and you know how he's been making a fool of us lately. But if you think you're up for it, I'd like you to represent us there. What do you think?"

Director Aleema Zaklaes'ili
New Republic Diplomatic Corps

Adoven Ryner

Date: Monday, 23 Nov 2009, 5:52 AM | Message # 3

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Adoven’s head jerked upwards and sideways to glance at the doorway as a voice came to break his renewed concentration. “Hmm? Oh… Yes. You know me Aleema: Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder and all. I just have to finish my work before passing on to some other matter of my life. Then of course there are those who’d say I was like that simply due to the fact that my father was Chandrilan and my mother Rhinnalian” he added with a chuckle. And yes, Adoven’s office was the image of polished perfection (except for the waste basket which was almost full up. Hopefully cleaning staff would come by soon). Adoven prized himself for the sleek and chic decoration, the colour pattern he had chosen himself and the layout of furniture. Having been in the Diplomatic Corps as long as he had, the office promotions had always been welcome. As had been the monetary raise. Well, not that he ever needed to worry about money, but having even more was always better, wouldn’t you say? He still remembered how his first office had been about half the size of his current one. Yet it had been just as cozy and well kept.

He followed her gaze and glanced outside the window to survey whatever she was observing but his attention was brought back to his desk where his pocket secretary was vibrating telling him that it had finished computing the data he had entered a few hours ago. With a light tap to the screen, it became motionless once more. “Making peace is far too easy… Just have a presentable and eloquent person make some sort of speech, determine boundaries and regulations reprimanding and supporting each parties in a conflict, and voila. You’ve just initiated a ceasefire between two warring planets. It is, as you say, the keeping of that peace that’s the real job. The re-negotiations, the egos, the power plays, the occasional violence… You build a work of art: a crystal vase…” he said pointing to such an object on a table at the other end of the room “…for example. And all it takes is one snot-nosed brat to break it in irreparable shards; shards that can be quite jagged and sharp. And then trying to rebuild that peace… One pricks and cuts oneself on those shards. The repaired product, should the vase be salvaged, might not even look a thing like it used to. Goodness knows I’ve been at this for so long that I somewhat understand…” But he never finished his sentence. He was not about to admit that he understood the repressive regime of the Empire. He abhorred it, yes, but Adoven no longer was the idealist youth he was, seeking vengeance for his father’s murder. He had to admit that there was some merit in applying the law with severity and with harsh repercussions should one break the law. Not that it had ever stopped him aiding the Alliance upon inheriting the family fortune...

He shook his head, clearing the thoughts away and focused on what she was saying. “On Morishim you say? Haven’t been in the Outter Rim in some time. There’s a running gag around here that I don’t step out further than the Inner Rim. Would be nice to dispel this notion from the tenderfeet and show them exactly what I can do”. Adoven glanced at the stack of work neatly organized on his desk and stroked his chin, clearly debating if he should add another assignment to his pile or not. “Oh why not. Write me in. Who knows, we might achieve a real breakthrough. And if not, things might just get hairy in former enemy territory” he added with a wink a smile. He was always a sucker for adventure.

The Hon. Adoven Ryner
Political attaché to the Chandrilan Senator