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Llywellen stood over the shoulder of the pilot, one of the warriors who had come with them on this journey, watching as the planet Sullust began to grow larger on the viewscreen. The planet's atmosphere was too hot to sustain much life on its surface. Here and there, the landscape was marked with volcanos, spewing forth lava and ash. One such volcano seemed to have recently erupted since they fell out of hyperspace.
Llywellen, though hating technology, knew that the Bua was leading them outside their world to spread their words of peace and prosperity for all who were ignoring the duile, the elements of nature. It was for this reason and this reason alone that she condoned the use of space ships and the technology that propelled them through the galaxy.
As the ship began its descent into the atmosphere and the hull grew a bright orange-red, Llywellen, gripped the back of the pilot's seat, rolling her eyes into the back of her head. She could feel them here. As the ship made it's way across the landscape, she opened her eyes and pointed over the pilot's shoulder. "There," came her deep voice, directing him toward the entrance to the lower caverns that ran underneath the great planet in a network of engineering marvels.
Llywellen knew their presence here would probably not go unnoticed. Afterall, the SoroSuub Corporation had been in existence for years producing food packaging, mining tools, blaster weapons and repulsorlift enabled ships and crafts. It was important to the various empires of the galaxy. Yet, the true ruling body was the Sullustan Council.
Llywellen, though hating technology, knew that the Bua was leading them outside their world to spread their words of peace and prosperity for all who were ignoring the duile, the elements of nature. It was for this reason and this reason alone that she condoned the use of space ships and the technology that propelled them through the galaxy.
As the ship began its descent into the atmosphere and the hull grew a bright orange-red, Llywellen, gripped the back of the pilot's seat, rolling her eyes into the back of her head. She could feel them here. As the ship made it's way across the landscape, she opened her eyes and pointed over the pilot's shoulder. "There," came her deep voice, directing him toward the entrance to the lower caverns that ran underneath the great planet in a network of engineering marvels.
Llywellen knew their presence here would probably not go unnoticed. Afterall, the SoroSuub Corporation had been in existence for years producing food packaging, mining tools, blaster weapons and repulsorlift enabled ships and crafts. It was important to the various empires of the galaxy. Yet, the true ruling body was the Sullustan Council.