Private Naboo Blues

[Mara Palpatine]

TAG: Riamah

When Mara recieved leave to go to Naboo, she was brimming with anticipation. The planet was a paradise, full of lush greenry and water falls, and domed buildings of jade and tan that shined brightly in the sun and at night captured light and made Theed look like candles in a temple.

The Jedi Starfighter landed in a hangar, some guards with black mulisk shaped leather helms approached. Mara handed her lightsaber to them as they checked a datapad, she climbed out of the cockpit as the guard said,
“All clear, welcome to Naboo.”

Retrieving her lightsaber hilt, The Padawan left the hangar and was now in the City of Theed at night, great fountains with lights that made them shine as the clear water fell into circular basins and great falls of green ivy from terraces made the courtyard tranquil. The Palpatine was taking if all in, the world of her Ancestor, where her bloodline began…

 

[Riamah]

It was the end of another successful business trip, and on the way back to Naboo, Ra might have had one or a few too many drinks. While the feeling was fleeting, she enjoyed the rush of being drunk and attempted to maneuver carefully through the spaceport. Luckily, she had help, and she followed her servant through the crowd.

She was quickly cleared and took a deep breath of the fresh air as she walked out of the spaceport.

"It is wonderful to breathe. Don't you think?"

Stumbling to a stop, the redhead took another deep breath and let it out rather noisily.

"Let's get home. Unless you can think of anything to do..."

Mara Palpatine