The Spacepiress of Chaos
SKAL!
Lake Country
Naboo
Confederacy of Independent Systems
Though it was still taking some time to get accustomed to - the change of scenery was already growing upon her - finding that Naboo was a much more verdant and abundantly populated planet than the previous capital on Geonosis. She had even managed to find herself a rather pleasant cottage nestled in the heart of Lake Country - a simple abode to hide away from the rest of the Galaxy when she desired to shirk from the responsibilities of her office - or tempt others into the same. It had been some time since her last real meeting with Grand Marshal
Luna Terrik
- never mind the multiple times during combat when they had been working together - or the more recent meeting that doubled as an interview for the position of Minister of War within the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Rather, she thought, they had little time on a personal basis in which they had come to know one another - and that was something that she had desired to change - or at the very least - begin working on developing a new relationship with the woman. So there she sat, quietly on the veranda watching the multitude of stars dancing in the void above as she brought forth a drinking vessel for herself. The nearby carafe filled with a slightly brilliant blue liquid - a different take on her usually darker and redder variety of drink that she often was fond of imbibing. Of course, being the ever generous hostess that she was, she had ensured that an appropriate drink would be waiting for her potential guest - and though she thought that perhaps she was just running late - Amelia couldn't entirely blame the Grand Marshal if they had decided to not attend. After all, between the two of them, it could prove catastrophic to have the two highest-ranking military minds in a single location that wasn't covered in shields and armaments. Though - that was the beauty of the hidden cottage nestled in Lake Country - very few, if any, would think to look for the two women drinking on a veranda in the dead of night.
It then dawned upon her as she sat there enjoying a long, slow sip of her blue ichor - as to the subject of a number of choices - what would the two speak about? Surely they couldn't fall into the ever-present trap that was speaking of work, outside of work - they had to be better than that. Then again, Amelia also didn't know the Grand Marshal all that well - and had even done her best to stay her hand and keep her more curious side at bay by not peeking at Luna's professional and personal record - out of respect for the woman. Still, on the other hand, she wouldn't blame the Dauntless Grand Marshal if she had decided to peek into Amelia's file and records - though she'd more than likely be very disappointed in what she'd find - as Amelia's life wasn't really all that exciting or deviating from the already established military records that the Confederacy had on her. Though there were a few secrets that she preferred to keep discreet or unknown, there wasn't much else about Amelia that wasn't already - in some manner - in the public domain itself for others to absorb and speak their opinions.
Carefully leaning back in her seat, she pulled her attention away from the stars - if only for a momentary glance - as those golden-yellow hues fell upon the twisting and winding road that lead up to the cottage. It was another thing that she had enjoyed - rather insisted upon - finding a cottage that could not be reached by Repulsorcraft or any other technological vehicle. Perhaps then, that was why her guests always seemed to be late or take as long arriving - though she often found that the lack of technology - baring a few necessities to ensure that the amenities were up to par - to be pleasant and relaxing. It took her away from the busier and chaotic life that she often found herself - at times - drowning in, as she often barely kept her head above the water - despite the calm and collected facade that many saw her dawn day in and day out. That was one of her greater secrets - that she would often feel overwhelmed with a great deal of the responsibilities that she had to oversee and keep her attention upon.
Shaking her head slightly, she did her best to banish those thoughts to the back of her mind - for that was not what this night was about. No, this night was about enjoying a drink with her fellow Grand Marshal - getting to know the individual better - and perhaps developing a tighter, more well-oiled relationship between not only themselves; but their respected Divisions as well. That was a primary goal here, to foster a better relation between Dauntless and Naval Command - one that was developed upon a solid bedrock of mutual trust and respect. As much as the Dauntless needed the vessels of the Confederate Navy - those very same vessels needed the Dauntless as well. After all, there was only so much that a droid brain could accomplish when compared to the more unique - and often brash - thinking that an organic individual was capable of producing.
With a soft smile taking over her lips, she brought the drinking vessel up once more, slowly sipping away at the blue ichor as her attention peered over the rim of the glass. She watched the road carefully, though once more began to split her attention towards the stars above. They were different than those above Geonosis - beyond the two planets being located in different regions of the Galaxy - it was also the fact that she could see them on a clear night without the overwhelming presence of dust and threat of sandstorms blocking out any kind of view and in general ruining a perfectly good night for drinking outside.
As she finished off her first glass of many of the strange blue ichor - setting the drinking vessels down upon a table at her side. She slowly brought her legs up, crossing one over the other as her boots rest along the railing that framed the veranda. For now, she would wait - not wanting to get too many drinks ahead of her guest - as that would be rather rude for a proper hostess to do. Bringing her hands into her lap, she intertwined her fingers, lacing them together as she leaned her head back and settled into the comfortable chair. Now all she could do was wait - and hope - for her guest to arrive.
Chaos NaNo: 1,152
