Ranov'la Aran, one of the three Consuls for the Mandalorian people in Sirius, approaches Dha Piruna's - the older one of the three - office. He notices the line of Warriors and Alo'ards at the door and frowns. Always a tense thing walking into a room, let alone a corridor, filled with your subordinates alone when you're a Mandalorian Consul. Everyone is always looking for a promotion opportunity.
Ranov'la made sure he faced each man as he ignored the line. He decided, if any one of them flinched the slightest at his gaze, the man would be dead. As he cleared the line, everyone had passed his test. He figured no one would be stupid enough to attempt on his life in front of everyone else, if he died there, the dispute for his job would turn into a bloody massacre.
He found Dha's door open and noticed Kandosii's life size hologram in front of the Consul's desk, "Kandosii here, though inactive."
"Negative, Kandosii. I want your ass right here, in front of my desk, this is very important. Take John out of the bar... meeting room and get to New London yesterday", Dha cut the link and Kandosii's figure retracted and disappeared from the office.
Ranov'la laughed to himself but made sure he locked the door behind him. One Consul in a corridor filled with other warriors is a missed opportunity, two Consuls alone in an office could prove to be too good a chance to let go. Even though he didn't consider most of the new warriors up to the challenge to face him, Dha, let alone both of them in a brawl, he wasn't in the mood for beating up his own people, he had better things to do.
"Providing John with security in Curacao during his 'diplomatic missions' is better categorized as inactivity alright", Ranov'la laughed to himself.
"You're just pissed because John pulled you off your regular 'duties' and decided this time he'd be the one enjoying our clients' hospitality", Dha countered.
Ranov'la tried his best to sound insulted, "I've never..." but gave it up. He wouldn't be able to hold that argument. Not against Dha, the "Banker Consul". All "extraordinary" expenses passed by his desk.
Dha raised an eyebrow in response to Ranov'la's pitiful attempt to protest.
Ranov'la looked around himself as if trying to locate something, "You know, Dha, you lack facilities similar to John's to properly 'entertain' your guests. Where is the liquor?"
Dha's face turned red for a second, "You know the bottle price of that stuff John pours as if it were Kavasa juice? We could buy ourselves a whole wing of..."
"Alright, alright, I get it," Ranov'la dismissed the details with a bored wave of his hand, "I'm too occupied making us money to worry about accounting for it. That's your job." He sat down as he had successfully changed subjects.
"Now, what's this all about. Why did you get me here?" He turned back to Dha, wrapping his arm around the couch and crossing his legs.
Dha picked up a pen, inspected the papers in front of him for a second and almost playfully said, "Roll call".
Ranov'la stood up in a jolt, "Wait! What, Dha? This is what you called me here for? I'm a bloody Consul, for Cay'lith's sake!" Dha calmly marked a little check sign after Ranov'la's name in his list ignoring the other Consul's outburst of anger.
"Thank you, Consul. Now go. As you've seen I've got a whole lot of people to process", it was Dha's turn to dismiss Ranov'la with a bored wave of his hand, disregarding the other Consul's protests.
"You know, I have better things to do than being dragged into your pranks, Consul Dha Piruna." Ranov'la emphasized the title as if to try and bring professionalism back to the conversation.
"How do you think our people would respect us if we exempted ourselves from solemn duty just because of our positions?" Dha countered.
It was Ranov'la's turn to raise his eyebrow.
"Wait, did you just call John back from Curacao for this?" Ranov'la asked switching from the angry tone to a mischievous one.
He didn't wait for an answer and clicked Dha's intercom, "Darasuum Ge'verd?"
"Yes, Consul?" the boxed voice replied.
"This is Consul Ranov'la Aran."
"Ah, sorry. Yes, Consul?"
Ranov'la stopped for a second not sure what to make of the sentence.
"I want to be informed as soon as the Mandalore's ship enters New London space."
"Yes, Consul."
Ranov'la frowned as he switched off the intercom.
Ranov'la got back to Dha, "we should appoint another secretary".
"I thought you said you had better things to do", Dha retorted.
"It is our...", Ranov'la frowned, "...what was it that you said just now?"
"Solemn duty?" Dha asked with a crooked smile.
"Yes! It is our solemn duty to properly receive the Mandalore back from his journey", Ranov'la said out loud, in a ludicrous tone, as he got out of Dha's office.
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