A LOUD ROAR resonated around the landing bay.
It originated from the dual engines of the H-Type Nubian shuttle that was touching down on Naboo, its sleek surface reeking of luxury and decadence that only the Nobility could display with such wanton abandon. Ensconced within the heart of the slight vessel stood Sandé Varuna, the eldest child of the House of that name, one of the numerous minor nobles of the world she was about to step foot upon.
As part of Theed, the capital of Naboos, desire to ensure that illegal landings were kept to a minimum, and arrivals could be thoroughly checked for illegal items, the ship was now nestled in the middle of a stone walled landing area. A blast door connected to the outside world, and it was here that Sandé had arranged to meet her contacts, hired hands for the tasks to come. Exiting the ship, Sandé was struck by the impressive size of the dock wall, and accompanying guard tower. It spoke of the Naboo’ high regard for aesthetics, and ensuring that their presence on Naboo did not disrupt the local geology, whilst disguising its true purpose to protect the planets natural and cultural wealth from those who would steal them away.
For a planet of little military power, Naboo exerted influence more passively, and throughout history had been at the heart of Galactic affairs. Dating back to the Clone Wars, Naboos nobility had been at the forefront of Galactic Politics, and, should Sandé have her way eventually, would be so again.
They had accompanied these things, she liked to thing, through understanding their place in the world, and - well - just being excellent. She felt rather excellent now, stepping off the docking ramp of her ship, dressed in a simple black dress with a blue-lined robe, hair up in the classical style, cutting the image of nobility. Behind her one of her retainers stood, a young woman in a simple black hooded robe, completely silent.
Sandé was not even sure what her name was, but was pleased when she introduced her to the others.
“Her Grace, Lady Veruna thanks you for attending her.” the young woman began, bowing slightly to the guests, inviting them to introduce themselves before the days business continued.
Sandé kept completely silent, simply observing the people before her, her hands clasped in front of her, face entirely expressionless. A gentle wind distrubed her robe, as the sun dabbled over the top of the dock wall.
It was shaping up to be a good day.
@Bran @Sangga @KinkyPrawn @Seafoam
It originated from the dual engines of the H-Type Nubian shuttle that was touching down on Naboo, its sleek surface reeking of luxury and decadence that only the Nobility could display with such wanton abandon. Ensconced within the heart of the slight vessel stood Sandé Varuna, the eldest child of the House of that name, one of the numerous minor nobles of the world she was about to step foot upon.
As part of Theed, the capital of Naboos, desire to ensure that illegal landings were kept to a minimum, and arrivals could be thoroughly checked for illegal items, the ship was now nestled in the middle of a stone walled landing area. A blast door connected to the outside world, and it was here that Sandé had arranged to meet her contacts, hired hands for the tasks to come. Exiting the ship, Sandé was struck by the impressive size of the dock wall, and accompanying guard tower. It spoke of the Naboo’ high regard for aesthetics, and ensuring that their presence on Naboo did not disrupt the local geology, whilst disguising its true purpose to protect the planets natural and cultural wealth from those who would steal them away.
For a planet of little military power, Naboo exerted influence more passively, and throughout history had been at the heart of Galactic affairs. Dating back to the Clone Wars, Naboos nobility had been at the forefront of Galactic Politics, and, should Sandé have her way eventually, would be so again.
They had accompanied these things, she liked to thing, through understanding their place in the world, and - well - just being excellent. She felt rather excellent now, stepping off the docking ramp of her ship, dressed in a simple black dress with a blue-lined robe, hair up in the classical style, cutting the image of nobility. Behind her one of her retainers stood, a young woman in a simple black hooded robe, completely silent.
Sandé was not even sure what her name was, but was pleased when she introduced her to the others.
“Her Grace, Lady Veruna thanks you for attending her.” the young woman began, bowing slightly to the guests, inviting them to introduce themselves before the days business continued.
Sandé kept completely silent, simply observing the people before her, her hands clasped in front of her, face entirely expressionless. A gentle wind distrubed her robe, as the sun dabbled over the top of the dock wall.
It was shaping up to be a good day.
@Bran @Sangga @KinkyPrawn @Seafoam