Arda Breaux
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
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Chandrila
The shuttle shook slightly as it entered through the atmosphere, jolting Arda out of a brief moment of shut eye, her body taking advantage of the moment to relax before she met with the Chancellor of the Republic. The view-port was covered in water droplets and the Jedi placed a finger against the cool duraglass, measuring the drop against her forefinger. Arda sat a bit taller as the shuttle shook again, the rumbles of thunder heard over the engines as she stood up from her seat and headed into the cockpit where the pilot was bringing the ship in to the landing pad.
The Duro pilot looked over his shoulder to the Grandmaster as she stood behind him. He spoke softly and Arda could not catch it all, but the Force reassured they were nearly done with this trip to the Senate building. Her thoughts stirred, imaginary situations and conversations popped up and she felt herself rehearsing. She never was one for diplomacy, she grew up a street rat, making sure she was always ahead and never behind, being left behind meant death and now she could not help to find the irony of where she was now, the Grandmaster who had to slow down for her Order to keep up. However, she would dismiss the conversations in her head, inhaling deeply as she reached within to her earliest lessons in trusting the Force.
The ship landed as close as it could near the door she would enter. Arda pulled the hood of her Jedi robes over her head to keep her as dry as possible as she stepped off the ship, guards and a liaison met her and escorted her inside. Guided through the halls, she was glad she was not too rushed to the Chancellor as she took a moment to take in for what she felt would be the one and only time she would seen inside these halls. Her slightly in awe state nearly caused her to run into the liaison, but she was lead inside the meeting room where she would be expecting to meet with Keira.
@Sreeya