Private A Familiar Hue, A Foreign Name

[Lorn Reingard]

Naboo | Theed Spaceport
Tags: Lysandra Organa

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Lorn wandered out of the Theed Spaceport administration offices, tapping away on a small datapad as he walked. The familiar, almost ethereal hum of the spaceport filled his ears, a stark contrast to the desolate corners of the galaxy he'd called home for so long. Since his return to Naboo, a planet painted in the hues of his childhood memories, Lorn had taken up different security jobs to make a couple credits, to help get himself back on his feet after the loss of his Master and all of his belongings. Theed was the perfect place for a man of his skills, a nexus of trade and diplomacy, a constant stream of diplomats and ambassadors who needed short-term protection during their time within the capital city. The work was simple, the pay was good, and the quiet solitude allowed him to process the lingering grief that still clung to him like a phantom limb.

A couple of minutes and the Jedi Knight found himself in the correct docking bay, a vast expanse of polished metal and gleaming machinery. He hopped up on a nearby shipping container to take a seat, the cool metal a welcome contrast to the warm Naboo sun. His datapad displayed the details of his current assignment – a simple protection detail for an ambassador from a planet he'd never even heard of. "Lysandra Organa... from... Karfeddion?" Lorn muttered to himself, the name unfamiliar and the planet a blank space in his mental map of the galaxy.

But perhaps this assignment was a blessing in disguise. If nothing else, it would give him a chance to learn about a new part of the galaxy, a fresh perspective that might help push away the shadows that still clung to him. Lorn leaned back against the container, a faint smile touching his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the Force flow around him, a comforting presence in the bustling spaceport. He patiently waited, a silent guardian amidst the vibrant chaos of Theed Spaceport, ready to fulfill his duty.

 

[Lysandra Organa]

Lys was not looking forward to this trip. She had been to Naboo once or twice already and always left disappointed. Compared to the stories she had heard about the planet's natural beauty, her actual experiences of it had been underwhelming. Her duties as an ambassador tended to prevent her from venturing beyond Theed's city limits. While the capital was easy on the eyes, particularly in its sand-colored architecture, it was not the verdant paradise she had been promised.

It didn't help that she could see the greenery from the viewports as they entered the planet's atmosphere. Like a painting of a landscape hanging on a wall, it was always just beyond her reach. She sighed at the sight, then with some effort turned her gaze away.

These days she was constantly traveling on one royal mission or another. The king claimed this work was vital for her development and political education; as his heir, she had to know how to do the job of a monarch. Yet she never saw her grandfather do any of the things he had her doing on these missions. When you have a long list of servants, slaves, and advisors that could be called upon to do your "dirty work" for you, why bother? Ah, when she was queen...

No, no use thinking about it now so long as Grandfather was alive. Long may he reign.

The Royal Emissary landed at the Theed Spaceport without issue. Lys was in no rush, but she was eager to get out and stretch her legs after so many hours spent within the confines of her ship. She waited only as long as it took for security to clear them before she descended the ramp, leaving her handmaidens to sort out her luggage.

There would probably be another new bodyguard here to escort her, just as there had been on Ralltiir. It seemed to be standard procedure on every planet she visited. She had her own security team, but since they were unfamiliar with Naboo, one or two locals would be hired that possessed a more thorough knowledge of the terrain. It made protecting her easier.

Perhaps that man over there was the new hire. Tall and fit, his physique was certainly intimidating enough. Although he looked rather... unkempt. Sure enough, her security chief Captain Roland was approaching the man to offer greetings and introductions. Hopefully he didn't smell as bad as he looked...

Lorn Reingard​

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Naboo | Theed Spaceport
Tags: Lysandra Organa

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The ship touched down with a grace that belied its size, the gentle hiss of its landing gear a whisper against the spaceport's hum. Lorn hopped down from the crate, tucking the datapad under his arm as he watched the ramp extend. A flurry of activity followed, a well-oiled machine of attendants and security personnel emerging from the ship. And then, she appeared.

Even amidst the entourage, she stood out. Lorn's initial assumption of 'ambassador' felt inadequate. This woman, with her regal bearing and an air of effortless elegance, seemed more like royalty. Theed was no stranger to opulence, but she seemed to radiate a different kind of wealth, a quiet confidence that spoke of a life far removed from his own rough-and-tumble existence. He suddenly felt a hint of self-consciousness about his worn tunic and the unruly beard.

A tall, imposing figure detached himself from the group and approached. Lorn straightened, assuming this was the head of her security detail. "Lorn Reingard," he stated, extending his hand in greeting. The man's grip was firm, professional. "Whatever you need, just ask." Lorn added with a small, polite smile, the pleasantries dispatched quickly.

His gaze flicked past the security chief, lingering for a moment on the ambassador, or maybe royalty, before returning to the man in front of him. "What should I be expecting with her?" he asked, the words coming out more blunt than he intended. He needed to know what he was dealing with. Was this a client who would appreciate his directness, his ability to cut through the formalities? Or would she be another entitled noble, expecting him to be seen and not heard? The answer would determine whether this assignment would be a simple paycheck or a tedious exercise in navigating courtly niceties.