He accepted the invitation from Senator Fitzgerald to ride together to Morishim so that he'll be able to participate in this peaceful rally of protesting the treaty between the New Republic and the Imperial Remnant. He was usually being escorted by the bodyguards from Mowgle, but not this time. It was a peaceful rally and it would be considered inappropriate to bring a such threat. The bodyguards could be a meaning of misinterpretation that could lead to violence. He did not want to be responsible for that. Instead, he was simply among the protestors that were at the spaceport and then they went ahead and marched upon the conference center at the advice of Senator Fitzgerald.

It is no secret that Senator Fowlkes support the peace. However, he is against the peace treaty that was signed by the current Chief of State. He doesn't believe that it should be made just for the sake of peace. The Imperial Remnant should completely be stopped by the New Republic. His nonprofit organization is also in disagreement over the peace. Which is why they are funding the peaceful rally with the signs, among the other things. Senator Fowlkes had now decided to take arms right next to Senator Fitzgerald. Awaiting the New Republic's delegation to arrive, he would stood by proudly.

On the ground the New Republic Defence Force members were not many, only 40 with half a dozen speeders. With another 40 inside the building itself guarding the entrances. Planning to just open up the crowd to allow people in once the New Republic delegation arrived. But for now they just hung back, until Karaths antics began.

The New Republic Frigate in orbit, the Gallantry send a series of demands for the shuttle to change its course as it came down, on all channels. It transmitted another as it landed and the people disembarked, "Unauthorised intruders, you are under arrest, your vessel is hereby seized. You are required to turn your vessel over to law enforcement immediately."

A New Republic Major approached Karath, after his shuttle landed, and a pair of starfighters streaked above, circling as Karath landed in the middle of a civilian protest with no landing permit or permission.

He shouldered his way through the protesters, half a dozen men with stun rifles helping him through, seeing Karath was evidently their leader he pointed a finger at him "Oi you, what the bloody hell do you think you are doing landing a massive great shuttle in the middle of a protest".

"Youre farking nicked my old beauty." he pulled out a pair of cuffs "We can do this two ways, you come quietly, and order your men to do the same, or you can be all be dragged out and we will break our way into the shuttle.. Now hands behind your back." as he did this people advanced on Karaths new protesters, moving to arrest them, a daunting task for 34 men, but one they approached enthusiastically.. Several anti-riot vehicles awaited nearby, and their transport was a few blocks away with enough cells to accomodate all the Corellians.

All had been briefed before departure from Coruscant, then there had been another meeting onboard and the rest of the flight had been spent on individual time getting ready and prepping, sleeping or eating. Adoven had retired to his quarters in the Gallantry and had taken to sip some Chandrilan brandy from a flask camouflaged within his possessions. Not that he was an alcoholic and wanted to drink to the point of becoming tipsy. Far from that! The recent episode in the Senate due to the leaking of an unfinished proposal of his had left him rather… nervous and overwrought. He had always been used to working overtime, but the brouhaha had been more than he had wanted to face. So a bit of the tipple helped him calm himself, especially now that they were soon to land at the spaceport after the long trip. He had donned a tailored suit of darker and opaque shimmersilk accentuated with silver cufflinks and buttons. Adoven had also adorned himself with the Hanna Medal and although he looked quite dapper, he did not appear ostentatious. "Time to look the nexu in the eye…" he mused aloud, to which MA-B made a snide remark about nexus having four eyes and that it would prove difficult for a human to look into each of them. Oh the joys of an overtly finicky droid that gave you lip from time to time.

This was a particularly stressful event for Ryner and the reasons were twofold. On the first hand, this was the first solo assignment he was doing that dealt with the Remnant. Secondly, he was dealing with the Remnant on the peace accords. Although part of Adoven approved of the peace and the relative calm that the galaxy was in, he wished the Remnant could be thoroughly eradicated so that the peace and liberties could be true and for all. But personal convictions had to be squashed: the beliefs of the New Republic were to be the prevalent ones.

The assembled team was briefed about a disturbance on the ground and Adoven couldn’t help but make a slightly irritated and disbelieving smirk. It appeared that Fitzgerald had stood true to his word of a peaceful protest. And it had better be peaceful, he thought… Ryner wasn't counting on the Marines to create a way into the conference center for him if things turned ugly… he'd make sure the datadagger and hold-out blaster dissimulated on his person would incite a few foolish and irritating protesters to move. He had no patience for people barring his way.

The landing at the port and departure in landspeeders was quick and without incident, but the sight and sounds of the protest greeted them as they neared the center. Darn… Things looked hairier than he was expecting. The commanding Marine assigned to him slowed the procession down, informing Adoven that a side entrance was available if he wanted them to enter by there. "No, no" he replied. "Not now… How would that look? I'm sure the Imperials would just love to see us use a service entrance like the common drudge they probably think us to be. Proceed as per the official plan but keep the side entrance as a backup solution should the main doors be inaccessible". That said, the speeders finished the rest of the trip and the delegation disembarked, New Republic Defence Force members clearly in the fray a short distance away. Sighing, Ryner and his people made their way towards the doors in a potentially futile attempt.

Landing in the appointed area, Ryuun took a moment to place a small holdout blaster upon his person. He didn't forsee the use of it, but it was far better to have and not need, than to need and not have. As it was, Ryuun and thirteen of the SpecOps soldiers descended to head for the center wherein the summit would take place.

The crowd of protesters was a slightly daunting sight, but Ryuun, no supporter of the war, had little to worry about. Ah, there were a group of other Senators as well. Nodding to the captain in charge of his detail, Ryuun and his group began making their way towards the main entrance.

And that’s when it happened.

He heard the mechanical buzzing noises of a ship and noticed a shadow growing around him. Some Republic shuttle no doubt, coming to clear a way to the door. How very wrong he was. Everything that happened next passed in a blur for Adoven, adrenaline kicking in. This ship was making a show of landing ON the delegation. Not to actually land on them and kill them (at least he hoped), but to make them scamper. Marines ushered people away as the delegation members shouted indignantly, MA-BE-3PO being left to come forth on his own, arms held high and clearly in a huff. But the droid wasn’t fast enough, was knocked violently over by the ship and its head detached where it had been hit. It went rolling some distance away.

Adoven was also sent flying to the ground in the confusion, head colliding with the duracrete. His expensive clothing were soiled and ripped from where his body had scrapped on the ground, one knee and arm bloody. He groggily pushed himself into a sitting position and brought his hands to his head, feeling something sticky on his forehead. Ugh… Blood. He looked around and took in the scene, outrage and anger flooding him. He spotted his damaged droid and other injured people before seeing Senator Karath who had emerged from the shuttle. But once he did… He was back on his feet with his blaster drawn faster than anyone could imagine of him. The safety was still on and he was bandying it about more for show than for actually trying to shoot at something… not that he’d deny the thought had crossed his mind. He was limping as he made his way towards the Senator, throwing caution to the wind and cursing and shouting obscenities even before he had reached him. He was living true to the worst of his Chandrilan and Rhinnalian heritage, his face completely red from his anger as he shouted himself hoarse. And all around him the scene unfolded as the New Republic Defence Forces tried to round up Karath’s men and Karath himself. That unmitigated fool! Oh, he’d pay alright. Pay for clothes, pay for his droid and pay for everything. How dare he create a disturbance! How dare he injure him! Adoven just limped forward, gesticulating wildly as he shouted and cursed his way onward.

He proceeded to a refresher across the hall and ran the hot water, splashing his face and hair in an attempt to regain some passable air. He winced some as the water connected with his forehead wound, stinging heavily despite the slight healing that had started thanks to the bacta patch. One had to suffer to be beautiful, or so they said. He ran his hands through his hair and replaced it as best he could given the situation, gave himself a last look in the mirror and walked back to the office, nodding to the marines standing beside the door. Inside, he discarded his bloody and utterly ruined clothes and changed into another set of dark ones, the outfit he had planned to wear at the closing procedures. He re-pinned the Hanna Medal and brush himself with his hands in a habitual manner, pushing aside any possible lint and dust.

He settled down in a chair and re-read the files on his datapad, re-focusing his mind to the task at hand. He needed to get back into the “zone” after all. That bloody Karath… Imbecile. A knock on the door 10 minutes later caught his attention and he was glad to see his droid up and at it once more, clattering on about the disgrace of the situation. Oh Maybe… And so, running the principles and guidelines Gavrisom had given him, the droid, the marines and Adoven made their way to a sitting area where the rest of the New Republic delegation was waiting. They exchanged words and were led down more corridors, nearing the meeting room the summit would be taking place in. As they neared the door, Adoven straightened his clothes and ran a few fingers over the wound on his forehead, making sure he was well presentable. Although later than planned, the meeting would shortly be under way. And with any luck, the Imperial delegation wouldn’t hold the lateness against them.

Fixing a half smile on his face to appear both serious yet approachable, he lead the team in as the doors were opened for them. Let the games begin, he thought.

He kept his smile on, never faltering or drawing his attention away from the man as Fiske obviously studied him. Still, Adoven feigned innocence and ignorance, appearing as charming as could be. He walked forward to a present a hand in good faith, Fiske having obviously wanted the New Republic to make the first move (either that or he forgotten any protocol, which would be highly surprising. But one never quite knew).

“You are too kind to concern yourself, but I assure you this is nothing. A trifle nuisance and nothing too bothersome. I see it as a little souvenir. Something to remember the protest by.” He said in jest. “But please...” and at this, he presented the hand, giving off a faint air of condescending cordiality that was so well hidden beneath the trained veneer of good breeding that only a man of Fiske’s strata could probably detect it. And even then.

He let the comment on the Empire probably dealing with protest more efficiently slip by (partly because his response would have mentioned that their preferred... direct... approach would have left half the peaceful protesters dead or with criminal records). He did, however, respond to Fiske’s conjecture on the nature of the protest. “My remarks on the Jedi are rather here nor there, I assure you. However, should you wish to hear my thoughts on the matter after the end of the summit (which he doubted he would), I would be quite willing to tell you the full measure of the report I was working on as to rectify any misconceptions heralded by the press.”

And as they shook hands, he let Fiske give the stronger squeeze. Better to let him think Adoven the weaker party and underestimate him. He’d be the more shocked should he not expect some of the retaliation.

Wasting his time, were they? Oh, Fiske hadn’t seen anything yet. Walking to his seat, Adoven turned around to address the room before sitting down, looking at everyone in turn save Fiske. He’d set his eyes on him only once he was done talking. “First of all, I would be remiss if I did not express my deep and abiding gratitude to the Imperial delegation, led by Mr. Fiske. As you are all well aware, we meet together here in a spirit of cooperation: indeed, for our efforts to yield even the smallest chance of success we must put aside our personal biases, our pettiness, if you will, and embrace the greater good. And I, for one, must say how appreciative I am to see Mr. Fiske leading the way in this regard. How else are we to interpret his insistence on speaking before the delegation from the New Republic had been seated, except that he is desperately eager to see this peace implemented as quickly and fully as possible? For this selfless focus, this dedication to our mutual cause (he stopped himself from leading with "even above the niceties of proper protocol" and waltzed right into the rest) I must again thank him. I shall spread the word throughout the New Republic of just how fervent a champion of the peace Mr. Fiske is.

Well, I understand that his insistence on getting down to brass tacks cannot be abated for a moment, not even for such a pleasant exercise. Without further delays, here are the thoughts of the New Republic...”

His spiel was said in earnestness, his look and air of innocence permeated into his words. It was obviously a sarcastic discourse, but it was delivered on a tone that could not possibly equate sarcasm. And as his eyes settled on Fiske, his smile grew. But almost imperceptibly, his eyes narrowed in a predatory way, a warning that would tell the man that he too meant business.

Adoven also made sure to stress that he was representing the thoughts of the New republic. There would be no ideologies of his own brought to the table during this summit. He would not give Fiske the satisfaction of using his personal beliefs against him at a later date should the opportunity present itself.

“The New Republic wishes to address the following points. Firstly, we would like to negotiate the creation of a de-militarised zone to be formed between Imperial and New Republic space. Secondly, we propose the creation of a tribunal composed of four members, two from each sides, of course, to rule only on breaches of the treaty or the de-militarized zone should one be formed."

“The New Republic would also like to discuss further progress towards the abolition of slavery and the abuse of humans and non-humans alike. The New Republic also wishes to be guaranteed that refugees who might return home to Imperial space will not be prosecuted for crimes during the war, unless they are simple criminal matters."

“Furthermore, the New Republic would like to enter discussions about the possibility of opening an Imperial embassy on Coruscant. On a reciprocal basis, the New Republic would be ready to de-militarise worlds and regions of space, cut fleet numbers, allow observers in each other’s shipyards, and... I’m sure Minister Fiske will be glad to hear... allow Imperial cases to be prosecuted in New Republic courts; and vice versa.”

With his agenda said, Adoven looked at each of them all again and smiled, sitting down.