The Sequel
Chasin City, Commenor
The Royal Palace.
Many things had changed since she’d left. For one, war had come to the Galaxy, and Commenor had retained their trademark neutrality as the vast empires of the stars tore each other apart in increasing acts of violence and depravity. The clinical, cold-hearted fury of the First-Order war machine, the wild and unpredictable rage of the Sith Empire, and the self-righteous, holier-than-thou resistance of the Alliance. All of it was the same to Kirie. The leaders of each vying faction was equally blind as the others. All of them rushed headlong into the conflict, and all were in so deep there would be no preventing the destruction that would ensue. It was amid this reality that Kirie travelled to the Expansion region, the innermost depths of which had avoid the brunt of the Great Galactic War.
Commenor was a bright jewel, a bastion of peace in a Galaxy embroiled in the largest conflict in recent history. Despite pressure and adversity, they had stuck to their values of peace and diplomacy. It was admirable, and perhaps foolish, but only time would tell if a hungry competitor would prey on the System-Alliance’s relative weakness.
In the midst of war, life must go on. As a new Padawan of the MPTC’s Trade Council Order, Kirie had been sent to Commenor in hopes of establishing a trade deal between the smaller Mara-Perlemian planets and their larger Commenori neighbours. She’d been perceived as a perfect ambassador because of her prior relationship with the Queen, [member="Lady Kay"]. Perhaps that was true. At any rate, it would be a good to return to the peaceful planet she had called home.
Her time on Commenor had been… Complicated. On the one hand, she lived a lifestyle better than anything she’d experienced before, she’d been cared for and looked after, and she was doing good work. However, it would also be during her stay there that she would experience the most traumatic event of her life, the Incursion, and the appearance of the Controlled Ones. The memories were still painful and the fallout had been devastating. Despite a physical recovery her emotional damage, and the appearance of strange visions had lead her to leave the safety of the peaceful world in search of answers.
That felt so long ago now, and every day she felt as if she grew further and further from that dark time. The Voice barely bothered her anymore, though it stuck persistently to the corners of her mind. She was rarely bothered by hallucinations, or night terrors. She was moving past it, returning to normal. Her training in the Force helped immensely. When she was given time to meditate, to hone in on the Light Side, it would wash away the darkness that threatened to drown her.
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she entered the grand main foyer of the Royal Palace of Commenor. A moment later, she was approached by a guard and presented her ID. She was escorted into the building without fuss and brought to a large room with a high vaulted ceiling. The furniture was stylish, the carpet plush, and the decorations expensive and tasteful. She took a seat with some unease. She’d quickly become used to the simple furnishings of the temple on Centares. She’d forgotten how the Palace and the Senate looked.
Placing her hands on her knees, the deaf diplomat sat straight in her chair, waiting to be joined by the Queen of Commenor.
The Royal Palace.
Many things had changed since she’d left. For one, war had come to the Galaxy, and Commenor had retained their trademark neutrality as the vast empires of the stars tore each other apart in increasing acts of violence and depravity. The clinical, cold-hearted fury of the First-Order war machine, the wild and unpredictable rage of the Sith Empire, and the self-righteous, holier-than-thou resistance of the Alliance. All of it was the same to Kirie. The leaders of each vying faction was equally blind as the others. All of them rushed headlong into the conflict, and all were in so deep there would be no preventing the destruction that would ensue. It was amid this reality that Kirie travelled to the Expansion region, the innermost depths of which had avoid the brunt of the Great Galactic War.
Commenor was a bright jewel, a bastion of peace in a Galaxy embroiled in the largest conflict in recent history. Despite pressure and adversity, they had stuck to their values of peace and diplomacy. It was admirable, and perhaps foolish, but only time would tell if a hungry competitor would prey on the System-Alliance’s relative weakness.
In the midst of war, life must go on. As a new Padawan of the MPTC’s Trade Council Order, Kirie had been sent to Commenor in hopes of establishing a trade deal between the smaller Mara-Perlemian planets and their larger Commenori neighbours. She’d been perceived as a perfect ambassador because of her prior relationship with the Queen, [member="Lady Kay"]. Perhaps that was true. At any rate, it would be a good to return to the peaceful planet she had called home.
Her time on Commenor had been… Complicated. On the one hand, she lived a lifestyle better than anything she’d experienced before, she’d been cared for and looked after, and she was doing good work. However, it would also be during her stay there that she would experience the most traumatic event of her life, the Incursion, and the appearance of the Controlled Ones. The memories were still painful and the fallout had been devastating. Despite a physical recovery her emotional damage, and the appearance of strange visions had lead her to leave the safety of the peaceful world in search of answers.
That felt so long ago now, and every day she felt as if she grew further and further from that dark time. The Voice barely bothered her anymore, though it stuck persistently to the corners of her mind. She was rarely bothered by hallucinations, or night terrors. She was moving past it, returning to normal. Her training in the Force helped immensely. When she was given time to meditate, to hone in on the Light Side, it would wash away the darkness that threatened to drown her.
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she entered the grand main foyer of the Royal Palace of Commenor. A moment later, she was approached by a guard and presented her ID. She was escorted into the building without fuss and brought to a large room with a high vaulted ceiling. The furniture was stylish, the carpet plush, and the decorations expensive and tasteful. She took a seat with some unease. She’d quickly become used to the simple furnishings of the temple on Centares. She’d forgotten how the Palace and the Senate looked.
Placing her hands on her knees, the deaf diplomat sat straight in her chair, waiting to be joined by the Queen of Commenor.