He had already waited a good twenty minutes, though he had been relatively unconcerned. What was twenty minutes in a galaxy that had existed for spans of billions of years? He would wait, and patiently at that, using the Force to calm any tension that began to seep into his system.
The emperor kept a level of calm and serenity that even rivaled the impassive helms of his ebon black guards. On either side of him they stood, four flanking him - the standard for a diplomatic meeting. They stood in a box like formation, each stiff and firm, unmoving and unwavering as though statues...though a statue that would be unafraid to kill any who dared to threaten the emperor's very life.
Though Fearsons was unafraid, he felt no personal risk here, though he did understand and even emphasize the need for precaution.
The prospect of assassination runs deep, and any can be susceptible to the credential greed.
He spared a glance across the room and as he motioned his feelings toward the monarch's room he could feel the tension and frustration rolling off of the regent, they were like the tide on a Despayrian beach, rolling up the sand and glistening off, leaving little hints thereof in its wake.
That is an unusual amount of tension for the Regent. There must be something in Protectorate Viel's report that unnerved him.
Fearsons adjusted his robes casually and eased back in the seat chosen for him - which he felt he did little justice to.
Great ivory horns protruded from the top and folded down and meshed into great arms of wood. The back was made out of Dantooinie Wooly Hide, and there was an extravagent gem atop, just above the emperor's head.
He felt as though the regent were trying to make him feel a bit more important than he really was. Perhaps it was a diplomacy tacitc.
Make the emmissary as comfortable and relaxed as possible, and he is liable to slip.
Fearsons shrugged. After living a century and ten years, he had learned all the tricks of that said trade. Though he intended to keep what secrets he knew to himelf, and at least pretend he was caught in awe by the majesty.
Which was not too hard, as he nearly was.
"Sire?" the female Bith behind the secretary desk across the room said finally, rising from her seat.
The emperor tilted his head and offered the secretary a warm smile. "Yes ma'am?" he asked respectfully.
I may be the sovereign...but this is their home, their culture, their government, I must respect them at all times.
"The regent shall see you now my lord," she explained in an almost cooing voice. The emperor nodded and rose as she pressed a button on her desk, opening the doors nearest her. The PeFauna took up stride first, and he followed closeely after.
He kept his hands impassively at his sides, away from the hilts of his lightsabers - which were more ceremonial than defensive at this point. They displayed a kind of aura of majesty that could not be attained with any other weapon of any other design.
The regent sat dignantly enough behind his desk, reading over the thousands of durasheets that had been piled before him. His ball-like eyes, reminding him surprisingly of Kaminoans', were scanning over and over the dots and characters that made up the Bith language.
When he noticed that Fearsons, or pretended that it was then that he noticed, was in the room he dropped everything, placing down the durasheets and rising solemnly, offering an esteemed bow.
"Sire you do me too much honor," he explained in his accented basic as his body bent down low.
Fearsons patted the air casually, a smile creaping onto his lips.
"My friend there is no reason to bow...you are the ruler here, I am the visitor."
A smile, or at least Fearsons had assumed it had been a smile, curved its way onto the bulb of a head's face.
The two sat, they were like old friends who had not seen one another for years and were only now getting caught up on their tales. The emperor broke the relaxation though with a cough and a clearing of his throat.
"You seem tense my friend," he lied. The regent was extremely good at hiding his emotions, it had only been with the help of the Force that the emperor could tell the regent's emotions.
The Bith shrugged it off. "These reports of living rock creatures...I don't know whether to damn it as a child's fairy tale or to consider it a strategical anomaly," he responded, finally some frustrationg creeping onto his face.
"You doubt they are true?"
Zuen again shrugged.
"They seem a bit unreal for my tastes..."
Fearsons leaned forward, as though the PeFauna, or even the air itself were listening in and spying on their conversation, and he spoke.
"What if I told you I met with them myself?"
