Faith of the Heart
New South Avalonia
Madelyn Lowe | @Moff Terrix
Ryssa would be lying if she said she was absolutely stunned by her mother's work. Lord Admiral Fiolette Raaf must have had this planned she thought, for when she stood there beside the former Governor. The flag of the First Order unfurled into the wind, it was as if her mother had remembered every detail of Dosuun and did her best to bring it here to Prefsbelt IV. "Welcome home Ms. Lowe," Ryssa said with a sense of pride, "believe the Lord Admiral has had a hand in what we're seeing today." Older Fortan I-class vessels accompanied by the just as old Mark I Dagger and Bolt-class ships flew past their ship. "She even convinced old Lady Brentioch to bring out the old boats." Ryssa gestured toward a building as it approached on view. "There, she mentioned this in her letter the Academy, she said it would be left for you to name the same with the city and wellyour state name of course."
"For now this is listed as New South Avalonia." Ryssa added and took in a deep breath and exhaled, "I realize this is - again a lot, the Lord Admiral doesn't do half-measures." At least not when it came to infrastructure and design. "We're being taken to the main port and from there we can take a tram toward District 10." The central hub of governance in the city. If the Governor had not chosen the option then it would have gone to waste the Sith Empire would've made a few adjustments but nevertheless would've proceeded. Still, a smile crossed Ryssa's lips, she was glad - quite glad that Ms. Lowe and those aboard the Hydian had made the decision to become citizens.
While there were still parts of the city that held architecture from older periods in time, there was still enough done that it was plain to city. This city whatever it had been in the past had been transformed to mirror Avalonia if in part to help the former First Order citizens adjust to their life within the Empire. No longer would Ms. Lowe and those in her care worry about their status of food, clothing or if they'll be able to maintain life support. "Don't mind the dust though," Ryssa finally said after a moment or so of silence, "there's still a few things that have been planned that are not quite finished." One of which waited in District 10 itself, and once more Ryssa wanted to point out it was not her idea but between old Lady Brentioch and her mother, it was rather hard to convince them otherwise.
"We shall be meeting with a Moff Terrix or rather, former Moff - his title and position will be up to you to determine, but I did ask him to meet us at the tram station so hopefully he'll be there."
Edited by Ryssa Yvarro, 08 November 2019 - 09:07 AM.