Turmoil amongst the galaxy; as the Separatist and Republic battle in open conflict, each faction must ally worlds with resources, or face a disastrous defeat. The Separatist desperate for supplies send out a diplomatic ship to an unknown planet, said to be holding great resources.
A Maxillipede shuttle drifted through the empty space, nearing a planet that remembers a blue marble.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" A B1-battle Droid questioned another, looking out the window and setting its sight in the planet. "They're a primitive planet, I bet they'll kill us all! That Means I won't be able to get my promotion!" It protested, practically yelling at the human diplomat.
"Shut up," He ordered the droid, who responded with a sigh. "I don't know why they program you to act like this," He sat back In his chair, pulling up a document about the planet.
"The planet is said to be rich in valuable resources and is populated by homo sapiens. Caution is recommended on this planet, as they're extremely primitive compared to the galaxy."
He scoffed and put the document down, it wasn't useful in a diplomatic situation, he would have to rely on his own skills and luck for this to go well, and he thought if he was ready to do this as they entered the atmosphere, as it was the first time he'd ever come to have a diplomatic mission with a primitive planet.
Only minutes after breaking atmosphere, he was intercepted by three jets, their voices coming through the intercom. "Unidentified aircraft, you have crossed the American border, state your name, home country and intentions," they ordered.
"My name is Huggan Sowlott, I am not native to this planet, I am here on a diplomatic mission,"
The pilot called in command, eventually getting an answer. "Alright, follow us, we'll be escorting you to meet command," the pilot responded, moving in front of the ship and leading it to a runway, being greeted by a military officer.
"You the alien?" The commander looked st the robes the diplomat wore, and eyed the battle droids, and keeping a close eye on their blasters.
"Yes, I am here to discuss a peace treaty,"
The commander looked at the alien, then walked away and started talking on his smartphone. "Yes, we've got an alien… No not hostile from the looks of it, says he's here to discuss a peace treaty… Yeah… Really? You sure? Ok," He looked down at the phone in disbelief, then turned to the alien. "You're meeting the president."
A/N: Ok, let me say this; I Apologize for being so inactive, I've been losing interest in my other stories, so I'll be working on this one. Please leave a review on what I can improve on, it is always appreciated.