Rilg quietly shuffled up to join the group. He could sense the hostility
in
the air and decided to remain silent for the moment. Hopefully, General
A'amon would board shortly and distract everyone.
General A'amon did enter then, with the airlocks to his ship cracking open
with a hiss. First, two guards exited the ship and took up posts on either
side of the portal. Then Tal A'amon himself disembarked from his ship,
flanked by three members of his staff. It was easy to see why A'amon could
maintain public popularity: for a well-fueled propaganda machine like the
one he had, A'amon was an easy sell. Tall, handsome, and charismatic, with
sharp intelligence in his gold-flecked eyes and the typical pale skin offset
by dark hair, the General looked quintessentially Venasian. His public
relations department probably had an easier time counteracting the
reputation of his family name than they thought they would.
A'amon realized upon entering the docking area that he had walked into a
meeting charged with tension. He recognized most of the members present
from their holos, and judging by the physiological signatures and pheromones
raging through the air, at least one held a healthy dislike of the other.
Interesting.
He tilted his head in the traditional greeting. "Gentle tides, Admirals and
Ambassadors," he said, the standard Venasian greeting.
(response)
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