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“I assure you, Mister Fel, we’re doing everything in our power to ensure you get back to your ship safely.” She settled back in her seat, trying not to grip the chair too tight when the distant blast of artillery fire shook the room. Cut crystal jingled on the chandelier overhead, the delicate sound at odds with the battle outside.
This wasn’t how these talks were supposed to go.
Adson Fel was here to negotiate a contract. A military contract, admittedly-- which the CEC was very particular about taking. But that was why Kavya was speaking with Fel, rather than her father. She had the capacity to be much more... persuasive.
Or-- at least-- that had been the plan, until militant Shaanite rebels attacked the palace. The very same rebels that the Shaanite military needed ships to fight against. (The irony wasn’t lost on her, she just chose not to indulge it.)
Their chances of getting that contract were all but gone now-- unless Fel somehow found it in his heart to forgive the attack on top of everything else. She was doing his best to keep him comfortable, but there was only so much to be done in the face of live ordnance.
