IC: Ambaros Phunett The Zeltron listened quietly as their task was explained. A Jedi, out there somewhere, maybe dead, maybe undercover, and their band of agents sent to investigate. It was not, perhaps, diplomacy as it was conventionally known. But Jedi were important. If the Jedi still lived, the Republic would not have lost yet another of its brave defenders. Not again. Ambaros had heard enough about Geonosis, and had wept to hear of it. The Jedi were that shining ideal for any true diplomat; fearless, incorruptible, impartial, and able to see the truth in all things. They had brought peace on countless worlds, that much had always been known - and hadn't tales of quarrels settled by Jedi been amongst case studies for those undertaking the path of a diplomat? The blue-haired negotiator listened further. At last, here was a topic upon which there was some value to offer. Ambaros - still in the loose dark clothing that had always proved so convenient, though today with a red scarf tied overskirt-like about the waist in some wistful concession to a birth culture that favoured the bright and eye-catching - half-raised one slim red hand. "I can be of some assistance for those of us seeking to hide their presence. My field of empathy can pick up the use of the Force; I will have some idea of when they have mastered their efforts in concealment." The voice, tones self-effacing, hovered somewhere between a low contralto and a high tenor - ambiguous, but smooth and gentle. "I do not know the full extent of how precisely I will detect it," the Zeltron admitted, "but I will try to guide any who need it as far as proves possible." No typical Zeltron exuberance to this statement; merely modesty, with a rather demure smile as accompaniment. TAG: All.