Ambraia Surik sat in the passenger seat of a speeder as it carried her to her destination, where she would be meeting with the houses of Alderaan. The republic, believing that the civil war on the planet had gone on long enough, and desiring to bring the world back into the Republic, decided to send a Jedi to mediate between the houses. Ambraia was chosen for several reasons, including her skills in diplomacy, her exceptional ability to view things objectively, and her powers of perception.<br/><br/>She was quiet as she rode, focusing her mind to avoid allowing her mind to stray to things she should have forgotten long ago. Why those memories were trying to surface now, of all times, she couldn't say, but for the time being, she couldn't allow them to. She thought, however, that perhaps there was a reason that they were surfacing now. That reason escaped her, but she had learned to trust her intuition over the years. After all, the Force sometimes had unusual ways of speaking to those willing to listen.<br/><br/>The ride was lengthy as they traveled as far as they could in the speeder. She spent a great deal of that time mediating. Even if it was not a traditional, nor a deep meditation, it still helped to center her and focus her thoughts on her purpose. There was a great deal riding on the success of this mission, so she couldn't afford to let anything distract her.<br/><br/>After some time, they reached the base of a mountain. The meeting place was built high in the mountain, beyond where the speeder was about to realistically travel. This was an ancient meeting place that, even now maintained neutrality. It was the perfect place for such a meeting. She took a moment to take in the view of the mountain before she climbed out of the speeder. The driver, a republic agent, would find a place to park the speeder and remain close by, waiting for her to finish. He was to intervene only if strictly necessary.<br/><br/>Both the Jedi and the agent felt that he was an unnecessary babysitter sent by the Republic to ensure that the Jedi did as they were meant to, and report back to the Republic if things went wrong, or if the Jedi did anything they would not approve of. The latter seemed rather pointless to the pair, as the agent was no allowed to join her at the meeting, per the nobles' instructions. Nevertheless, he was forced to come, so he thought that perhaps he might nap in her absence. After all, no one would ever know.<br/><br/>Ambraia followed the small trail up the mountain, no sounds heard but the sound of the speeder departing. She quietly made her way up, towards the meeting place, where she expected that most, if not all of the representatives from the different houses would be waiting. She hoped that they would hold off on their arguing at least until she got there. Not that she desired to hear them argue, but if it was to happen, it was best that it happen in her presence, so that she could intervene and mediate as needed. That was her job, after all.<br/><br/>As she approached the chambers, she could already hear bickering coming from the other side of the door.<span style="font-style: italic">'Honestly,'</span>she sighed. A moment later, the doors flew open as she walked through the entryway, into the chambers. She eyed the now-silent nobles for a moment before introducing herself. "Greetings. I am Jedi Master Ambraia Surik," she introduced herself with a small bow before returning her gaze to the other individuals. "I will be your mediator--" she attempted to explain, but was cut off by one of the nobles. "Aren't you a little young to be a Jedi Master?" he questioned as he took in her appearance. She was young, as he pointed out, and she looked even younger. She was a human, standing only a little above average height, with a small but fit frame hidden beneath a brown cloak that hid her otherwise fitted attire. Her hair was light and short, not even shoulder-length, and her eyes were a light, piercing blue, framed by a beautiful face with soft features, giving her the appearance of someone barely in her twenties.<br/><br/>"Perhaps, but I am a Master nonetheless," she assured him calmly. "If everyone is in attendance, we can begin," she gave them the okay to begin actual negotiations, hoping that they would not resume their bickering. This would be a long day if they chose to spend it arguing instead of actually discussing the matters at hand.