"Uhm.... any chance I could be early, or am I reliably late again?" She had been coming from where she had parked her speeder and had spotted Bekka just ..hanging near the tarmac of the Royal palace.
Nope, not early. That would upset the very fabric of time and space itself, Bekka had replied.
"Uhg...really?!" Marina stomped her foot down,letting out a small snarl.."Arrrg!"
There was really no disappointment on Bekka's feature as she had gotten used to Marina somehow and consistently always arriving late. But it were never intentional. Marina definitely took her role serious. Just that she at times were doing so many things at once and always running at the limit of the clock...always cutting it close. Sure, she had a fast ship. The Mariner IV could do 0.3 hyper-speed and could cut what was a standard jump to 1/3 the time. But her ship this month was grounded. Grounded by her father for recklessly and without permission enter Commenor space during a sith attack.
~ ~ ~ less than an hour ago ~ ~ ~
'So you're saying if I had informed you, that you'd have let me go?' she had mistakenly asked her father that when he was in the middle of reprimanding her.
The answer was of course; 'If Hell would freeze over and then it still be a NO!'
That NO came at such a velocity and weight that she nearly lost her balance and fell backward to the floor. Only that they were in the great room on Mt Cetril and the big comfy couch somehow wound up in the middle of the hall when she got knocked over.
Plop!..her butt landed on the couch.
'Wha?..' She couldn't figure out how and why had the couch been moved to the middle of the hall...it wasn't cleaning day!
Given a shush by her father, he continued on with his sermon and then grounded her ship, placing a lock down on it as Marina was sitting there on the couch that very following minute.
'But Dad!..' She had tried to interject.
It did her no good, for his word was always final. And to top it off, he forbade her to leave the system for the next two months. It was a diabolical punishment, as a reminder to her that when the restriction was lifted on her ship in a month,that she herself were grounded planet-side for the next.
Was there anything more that she wished to tell him, he asked.
'...sigh...no.' She replied, all solemn like, crossing her arms and remaining seated on the couch.
Then he mentioned to her that she best get properly dressed and down to the Royal Palace, as their queen had sent a message for her to be court side in less than an hour.
Marina's eyes shot up and with a wide grin nothing less.
'So then I can use the Mariner to make it in time?!' the excitement in her voice was soon squelched. No, no starship. She could however use one of the family sedan speeders.
'B..but...no way I can make it in time...I don't think.' She had replied.
Well, best she get off her butt and get a move on it, he suggested.
~ ~ ~ ~
And that's how at the moment and this round, Marina once again arrived 'late as usual' to her queen's calling.
Bekka simply rolled her eyes. Half of the stories Marina came up with she could hardly believe to be true. Like she had more than a few scrapes with the sith and Imperials...and always seemed to come out unscathed.
Fine, don't believe me. " Marina replied, looking past from where Bekka had been walking from.
"Say...is?..." Marina's eyes were perfect..." ...Is that Queen Faith Organa there on the tarmac?" She asked.
Bekka nodded. But before she could reply, Marina had already booked..running as fast as she could toward the figure in the distance that was her queen.
A few meters distance, she slowed down to a brisk walk, straightening her jacket and brushing her hair back with her hands.
She made a good effort in getting control of her breathing so as not to have seemed she had sprinted the 600 meter dash in near record time toward her.
"Good... Ahem..." She cleared her throat, as she was still a bit winded.
" Good morning your majesty." Marina then said, as her periferal took note on a young man who had just seemed to have word with her queen. Naturally, she had not caught the initial conversation with the wind, and engine drives she had just passed on the tarmac. Her eyes then went over to the vessel he came out of, trying to determine from where it could have originated from.
But the clue as to him being a sort of VIP was in the manner of which he stood, presenting his self to her queen.
A dignitary?....she could only guess.
Her eyes quickly shot back over to her queen...Lord ere Marina's eyes sorry, for disappointing her queen again.
Edited by Marina DeVoe, 19 August 2018 - 02:46 PM.