To protect the Jewel of the Chommell Sector

[Yoru Shakou]

Tho Yor class Attack Vessel​

Naboo​

High Orbit​

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As the vessels slowly ambled their way out of hyperspace, a set of steely grey-blue eyes fell upon the gem of a world below. Naboo, a jewel among the Chommell Sector, and a world of far more majesty than a dozen worlds in the Outer Rim Territories combined. He had to wonder though why he had come to this world, even with the Omega Protectorate on the decline, it was difficult for him to fathom that he agreed to such a caveat, yet the forces of the Raulynate would prove useful to the fledgling Terminus Imperium. ​

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With a soft nod, the elderly male looked towards the communications officer; whom in turn began to broadcast a message to the world below. ​

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"Naboo flight control. Our vessel carries an individual whom wishes to speak with your Queen. He is a friend of the Magraths." ​

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That was all the message contained, the elderly male knowing that it was all that would be needed. Leaning back in the large throne like structure on the bridge, his hand rest upon the arm rest. With his chest resting upon his fist, his eyes remained staring out the large view screen before him, then he spoke. ​

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"Prepare a shuttle and a fighter escort. All vessels are to remain on alert." ​

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Pulling himself up, he brought his arms behind his back as he moved along the bridge. His eyes never leaving the world below as he stepped towards the viewing screen. The bridge crew standing by and awaiting for their next order. ​

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[member="Feena Mason"]​

 

[Feena]

To say Feena was busy was a bit like saying the water on Naboo was blue. It was always true. Right now she was busy trying to organize a parade in honor of the anniversary of the day Naboo fought off the ASA. It was also to commemorate those who had given their lives to defend their home. For the most part, Naboo had managed to rebuild. The wall around Theed had been finished only last week, so she herself would personally place the final brick at the end of the parade and announce the memorial statue that would be put up in the park. There would be a two day festival following the parade.

Festivals, balls, parades... waste of taxpayer money, if you asked her, but it had been put to a vote by the people themselves and an overwhelming majority had voted for the celebration. Who was she to argue with the will of the people? So now here she was looking over color pallets instead of doing important work. Such a pain...

"Majesty?"

The Queen looked up from the map of the parade rout.

"Majesty, We've received word of a vessal containing a... friend of the Magrath family. Shall I turn them away and ask them to make an appointment?"

The Queen raised a thin dark eyebrow and shoved the map into the hand of her closest handmaiden.
"That will do, Ceara. Hire a parade coordinator to handle the details. I trust your opinion on their appointment."
"Yes, your Majesty, the handmaiden bowed and with the map shoved under her arm, left the room. The Queen waved a hand and wordlessly, the room cleared out.

"Alrght, Maraea," the Queen sighed, "Sorry about that. What were you saying? I have an unexpected visitor? Fine fine. Let them in. I'm bored with this chore of a festival any way. Have them searched before entering, all weapons confiscated- the usual routine. Can't be too careful. Have him brought to the meeting chamber. Make sure tea is prepared and set out for our guest."

The young handmaiden bowed and left to pass on the Queens orders.

"Honestly," The Queen mumbled, slouching in her chair in a very un-queenly fashion once she was alone, "Would it kill people to send a message before showing up at my door?"


[member="Tasgetius Blackwood"]