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That's excellent to hear Mig," she said with a smile on her face glad that there was something going on. It was rare after all that she would be able to do this kind of meeting. Turning towards Mia her head nodded in a way to show gratitude for the kind words said. "
I'm glad you are impressed. This station has a long history, but I wont spoil that surprise with words. Besides I am sure this place would be happy to have to have all her docks running again."
Hearing Drego's relief not to be sat in a meeting room the Monarch felt glad to have decided a more direct approach. "
I very much do." Sanya said with her own soft chuckle. "
Well I remember them at least. I will admit to using the privilege of always having the choice where to have meetings amongst my own. Besides it's important the people see those tasked with leading them take interest."
Sanya could feel the excitement coming from the eccentric mandalorian with a strange shaped buyce. It made her think of oceanic worlds where structures stood above the water on many supporting pillars or floating."
I am sure you will find yourself entertained thoroughly as we walk towards CST's area," She said looking towards
Zel Sharratt
without elaborating further. After all the Mandalorian Scribe did not know what layed on the other side of the doors. It was the more scenic path given this section separated between what Inquisition industries and what she was up for lease in the deal.
Sanya, gestured to follow and strode purposefully towards the space station's corridors. Flanked by a handful of guards, their black armor gleaming under the station's lights. The hallways and spaces of the station were steeped in the history of her people, a poignant reminder of their near-extinction and remarkable survival. The station, once a temporary haven, now served as a museum of sorts, commemorating the desperate days when her people fled their doomed homeworld.
Sanya paused by a large mural, its vibrant colors narrating the story of their exodus. It depicted the chaos and courage of those times: Families clinging to one another, soldiers forming protective lines, engineers and craftsmen working tirelessly to ensure the station's functionality, and the Outer Rim Coalition's ships, their engines blazing, towing the station through the stars to safety.
"
The station was our lifeline," Sanya explained to her guests, her voice steady and clear. "
When the catastrophe struck, we had just enough time to evacuate most of our people. This station and the starships that accompanied us became our refuge, our home in the void. The Outer Rim Coalition played a crucial role in our survival at the time, guiding us to what eventually become Ancora."
As she led, Sanya pointed out various momentos that would carry on to become artifacts someday that lined the corridors. There were display cases filled with unique tools made by engineers, holographic photographs of soldiers in makeshift barracks, and personal items from Families who had lived through those harrowing days. Each piece told a story of resilience and hope.
The corridor opened up into a larger chamber, where a grand mosaic dominated the length of the space. It showed the station's journey through space, pulled by he Outer Rim Coalition ships, and the eventual arrival at Ancora, a planet depicted in lush greens and blues. The mosaic was a masterpiece of artistry and history, capturing the essence of their odyssey. Well, to the kids, who made it out of smooth coloured glass, it was a masterpiece.
"
This place is where we rebuilt our civilization," she said, her voice filled with pride. "
I do not wish to see it disappear." It was a sentiment she hoped those here all felt. As they approached the starship dock, the atmosphere began to shift from the solemn reverence of history to the bustling energy of a functioning spacedock. Engineers and technicians moved with practiced efficiency, preparing ships parts, conducting repairs, and ensuring everything was in order.
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