Indigo eyes opened to a synthetic ocean, remembering its dark-purple glow lapping against the edges of the fading normality of a desert, at night reflected in his iris and in the dry heat of day, the evaporating artificial moisture damp against the skin. An estate so untouched by the outside world, that the ocean was synthetic, the houses around the compound forbidden from having visitors, and even the garden grounds that surrounded the central tower were entirely imported. Layers upon layers of insulation from the truth, Canto Bight might as well have been the other side of the galaxy, only CSA facilities or worse his family-owned properties were visited by the Kitras and their guests. With no family noise in the hallways, each room in this oversized estate was so far and insulated from the others, that you’d never know any life existed here. Except for the droids that watched over him, rousing themselves to his service, there were no sounds.
”Good morning master Cuvran, how are we this morning?” The white eyes of a protocol droid, with an emotionless face and overly chippy tone greeted him.
”Lights,” Cuvran rubbed his eyes, illuminating the room in a soft blue glow, and slid himself out of bed.
”Would you like to hear your daily schedule?” The droid’s happy tone continued regardless, a slight Naboo accent on the droid’s words, programmed in to make it seem more exotic out on the rim.
”Not right now Watcher Four.”
The droid read it off anyway, probably programmed to by Cuvran’s parents or more likely their House Manager. “First you have your morning exercise hour with Chenn Enda, then break for a shower, Mr Staoss for musical practice at 8.00am, then breakfast at 9.00. At 10.30 you are expected to visit the dining hall for our guests from Zygerria, Baronnesses Yizel Nezra, and Mis Thidos. Your mother has prepared you a new selection of formal dresswear, at 12.30 you will be expected to receive an investing presentation from….”
By this point he’d walked out, slammed the door, and shut the droid in the bedroom, it didn’t stop the now muffled voice repeating the message. He was back for barely more than a couple of days a month now with his duties keeping him busy, and his family still treated him like he was 5, now with the added bonus of trying to arrange a marriage to nobility. All he wanted was sleep, relaxation, and maybe a drink. He rubbed his temples and headed for the shower.
THUMP A thick arm blocked his way. “Welcome home.” The speaker attempted to jab at his stomach with another hand but Cuvran blocked it with his knee and elbow.
”I’m not in the mood Chenn.” Cuvran really just wanted to get out of here before his parents woke up.
”Oh, not in the mood, they’ll be saying that at your funeral. Shame about the assassin, he wasn’t in that mood that day.” Chenn crossed his arms, his grizzled face not impressed.
”Look they have four security droids following me around everywhere,” Cuvran replied. Chen wasn’t budging, “then there is CSA security.”
Chenn rolled his eyes. “Listen CSA security, they aren’t taking a blaster shot for you kid. Your droids, one good ion grenade will settle them. All you’ve got is what you know, what you carry, and what you see.”
Cuvran held up his hands, ”Alright alright.” He wasn’t shaking this old Correllian dog off his tail today, stubborn as a mule. Come to think of it he’d never met a Correllian that was any different. The men both headed to the Dojo for the morning exercise.
”Good morning master Cuvran, how are we this morning?” The white eyes of a protocol droid, with an emotionless face and overly chippy tone greeted him.
”Lights,” Cuvran rubbed his eyes, illuminating the room in a soft blue glow, and slid himself out of bed.
”Would you like to hear your daily schedule?” The droid’s happy tone continued regardless, a slight Naboo accent on the droid’s words, programmed in to make it seem more exotic out on the rim.
”Not right now Watcher Four.”
The droid read it off anyway, probably programmed to by Cuvran’s parents or more likely their House Manager. “First you have your morning exercise hour with Chenn Enda, then break for a shower, Mr Staoss for musical practice at 8.00am, then breakfast at 9.00. At 10.30 you are expected to visit the dining hall for our guests from Zygerria, Baronnesses Yizel Nezra, and Mis Thidos. Your mother has prepared you a new selection of formal dresswear, at 12.30 you will be expected to receive an investing presentation from….”
By this point he’d walked out, slammed the door, and shut the droid in the bedroom, it didn’t stop the now muffled voice repeating the message. He was back for barely more than a couple of days a month now with his duties keeping him busy, and his family still treated him like he was 5, now with the added bonus of trying to arrange a marriage to nobility. All he wanted was sleep, relaxation, and maybe a drink. He rubbed his temples and headed for the shower.
THUMP A thick arm blocked his way. “Welcome home.” The speaker attempted to jab at his stomach with another hand but Cuvran blocked it with his knee and elbow.
”I’m not in the mood Chenn.” Cuvran really just wanted to get out of here before his parents woke up.
”Oh, not in the mood, they’ll be saying that at your funeral. Shame about the assassin, he wasn’t in that mood that day.” Chenn crossed his arms, his grizzled face not impressed.
”Look they have four security droids following me around everywhere,” Cuvran replied. Chen wasn’t budging, “then there is CSA security.”
Chenn rolled his eyes. “Listen CSA security, they aren’t taking a blaster shot for you kid. Your droids, one good ion grenade will settle them. All you’ve got is what you know, what you carry, and what you see.”
Cuvran held up his hands, ”Alright alright.” He wasn’t shaking this old Correllian dog off his tail today, stubborn as a mule. Come to think of it he’d never met a Correllian that was any different. The men both headed to the Dojo for the morning exercise.