D O M I N U S
POLARIS COURT, NABOO
The Dawn had come.
With a caress as gentle as a mother, light traversed the land. Above, the shining star stretched forth its hands to begin a new day. The fowls of the air began to rise from their nests, filling the skies with song. The slumbering petals felt its warmth and eagerly faced the morning rays. Across Naboo, man and child were roused from the embrace of sleep. A new day had started, it was time to begin. Yet for the occupants of Polaris Court, the day had begun long ago. Whilst darkness yet covered the heavens, they moved with haste to prepare.
For this day was important, and not a hair could be out of place.
As the sun continued its ascent from the horizon, the Vicelord strode along beneath the Court. The facility appeared, outwardly, as a mere estate befitting the nation's leader. Yet under the surface, there were miles of tools at their disposal. For today? The most important was the private landing zone - the coordinates of which had been provided to the girl next door. For the visitor, descent would take her towards the cliffs of Theed. She'd pass underneath a literal waterfall to find the landing pad waiting. Him waiting.
For his part, Isley's compliment was light. A few Magnaguards, nothing more. They were greeting an ally, after all. A friend. One whose nation and people were not so different than their own. For quite some time now, the Confederacy and the Alliance had a mutually beneficial relationship. Yet, the conversations bad been few and far between. Their people distant. Their understandings minimal. That was no way to live, especially when the Galaxy was as chaotic as present. Thus, the Southern Systems had provided an invitation to the Chancellor. A meeting within the garden as Isley had put it.
Now, as the vessel touched down, the sharply-dressed man waited with a grin.
The Dawn had come.
With a caress as gentle as a mother, light traversed the land. Above, the shining star stretched forth its hands to begin a new day. The fowls of the air began to rise from their nests, filling the skies with song. The slumbering petals felt its warmth and eagerly faced the morning rays. Across Naboo, man and child were roused from the embrace of sleep. A new day had started, it was time to begin. Yet for the occupants of Polaris Court, the day had begun long ago. Whilst darkness yet covered the heavens, they moved with haste to prepare.
For this day was important, and not a hair could be out of place.
As the sun continued its ascent from the horizon, the Vicelord strode along beneath the Court. The facility appeared, outwardly, as a mere estate befitting the nation's leader. Yet under the surface, there were miles of tools at their disposal. For today? The most important was the private landing zone - the coordinates of which had been provided to the girl next door. For the visitor, descent would take her towards the cliffs of Theed. She'd pass underneath a literal waterfall to find the landing pad waiting. Him waiting.
For his part, Isley's compliment was light. A few Magnaguards, nothing more. They were greeting an ally, after all. A friend. One whose nation and people were not so different than their own. For quite some time now, the Confederacy and the Alliance had a mutually beneficial relationship. Yet, the conversations bad been few and far between. Their people distant. Their understandings minimal. That was no way to live, especially when the Galaxy was as chaotic as present. Thus, the Southern Systems had provided an invitation to the Chancellor. A meeting within the garden as Isley had put it.
Now, as the vessel touched down, the sharply-dressed man waited with a grin.
