Location: Mt Ceitri, Northern Alderaan
Tag: Faith Organa
"I don't understand as to how our friends could allow this to happen, father.."
Diplomacy...the killer of spirit and hope. it were what Marina had come to experience concerning diplomacy. it seemed it were full of compromises, full of false hope, as it never seemed to be for the greater good of the common folk, but for the governing bodies of governments.
She couldn't argue with her father, for he were Duke and she had yet to step up to the role her elder sister held; Duchess.
Alderaan along with many of her close friends (allies) were diplomatically negotiating a peaceful joint venture...a takeover in Marina's eyes.But this weren't her stage. She were her queen's intern and had to support what the High council had decided upon. And of course her father Duke Kyle DeVoe was on the same Council. Marina could not oppose what had been decided by greater leadership. She loved her father, loved her Alderaan and loved her queen. Her own feelings and needs could not outweigh these three factors. She had no recourse but to support them all.
Marina always had her eyes to the skies..the night sky when it were filled with so many stars that to count a fraction of them with her naked eye would have taken a lifetime. but counting she did not. rather she had been determined since a young girl to take to the stars. her spirit seemed to call her to do so and she had been undaunted in doing so.
Naturally it were not her father's, nor mother's wish for her to take to the stars. But he grandfather understood her and as such, her own father had tolerated her space faring spirit...up until recently. That is her recent involvement with opposing oppressors such as the sith and the Empire. The same Imperials now encroaching on the capital. Only that Aldera was welcoming them..for diplomatic reasons.
"I'll be heading to the Royal palace in the hour father.." She replied.
"Yes...see that you do." He replied, eyeing her a moment.
"Sigh...dad..." she shook her head.
"...I'm one to least worry about. It's not like my ship has armaments.." No it hadn't. The Mariner IV was unarmed.
"What would you call that seismic detonator you brought back from Commoner, aft of the ship?" Her father replied.
Yes, he knew about that. But it weren't so much a weapon. Not in terms of how she had used one of the two she had picked up on Commenor when the sith invaded it. She had released one during her flight out with evacuees. The ship she were piloting had been an old federalist cargo ship and it were full of Commenori children. She had made a desperate flee through the blockade only to be nabbed by one of the sith's platform stations orbiting the system. They had locked a tractor beam on the old freighter and she released one of the seismic detonators. it readily got swallowed up by the tractor bean and detonated between her ship and the platform, severing the tractor beam and enabled their escape..into hyperspace.
Needless to say, she returned to Alderaan with the Commenori children in that old freighter and kept the other detonator, installing it on her ship, the Mariner IV.
So no, it weren't a weapon to ever be used against personnel, but one that came in handy should she find herself in the clutches of a tractor beam again.
"Sigh...yes, still have that." She replied.
"Do you wish it removed?"
Truth be told, I'm quite impressed at your means of resolve." Yes. Yes, he were. The Duke were proud of his daughter and her undaunted spirit. Then again, she were her brother's twin.
"Just asking you to tone down that attitude a little."
"Yes, father... I didn't mean to." She replied, lowering her head. She loved her father.
"Marina." his tone were that of a father, than that of a Duke.
She looked up as he approached her, opening up his arms to embrace his daughter.
"I love you, dad." Marina said, holding fast to her father. It were a loving moment between father and daughter. No words were spoken...not till they let go.
"Godspeed Marina. Remember to remain vigil beside your queen." He then said, taking hold of her hands. He wished to hold on to his daughter more, but the hour was quickly passing and Marina was already due at her queen's court.
Nodding, he let her go.