Crimson Wonder
New Alderaan.
She knew very little of the history of the galaxy. Even less of the planets that came before those that stood with titles like new in their name. What she did understand comprised of what she could see, feel and learn from others around her. And for the matter of understanding: New Alderaan was a beautiful shadow of the planet that had once held it's name.
Or so that was what the legends said.
Though, even as she gazed out at the beauty of the lands of New Alderaan, she knew that the aesthetics and history of the planet were not why she was there. The thought rang through her mind as she lifted the small device of a communicator up where she could see it and played back it's recent message once more.
There were few words in the message she cared to remember, fewer still were the images she could use to direct herself to just who had sent this planets coordinates to her. All she really knew of the message and it's sender was that he was a man capable of giving her the escape she desired. An escape from obligations she dared not fulfill against her own desires; obligations to goals and ideals she knew were solely those of the woman who had raised her.
Tucking the device into a small pocket once more, she stepped forward towards the railing of the starport vip balcony and once again returned to watching the vast beauty that lay before her. Even should this meeting go awry of whatever it's intended purpose might be, at least there was something to be had from coming to such a wondrous world. Even were she not able to learn the true history of the world that had come before it, New Alderaan was a far greater home for a woman like herself than Coruscant had ever been.
She knew very little of the history of the galaxy. Even less of the planets that came before those that stood with titles like new in their name. What she did understand comprised of what she could see, feel and learn from others around her. And for the matter of understanding: New Alderaan was a beautiful shadow of the planet that had once held it's name.
Or so that was what the legends said.
Though, even as she gazed out at the beauty of the lands of New Alderaan, she knew that the aesthetics and history of the planet were not why she was there. The thought rang through her mind as she lifted the small device of a communicator up where she could see it and played back it's recent message once more.
There were few words in the message she cared to remember, fewer still were the images she could use to direct herself to just who had sent this planets coordinates to her. All she really knew of the message and it's sender was that he was a man capable of giving her the escape she desired. An escape from obligations she dared not fulfill against her own desires; obligations to goals and ideals she knew were solely those of the woman who had raised her.
Tucking the device into a small pocket once more, she stepped forward towards the railing of the starport vip balcony and once again returned to watching the vast beauty that lay before her. Even should this meeting go awry of whatever it's intended purpose might be, at least there was something to be had from coming to such a wondrous world. Even were she not able to learn the true history of the world that had come before it, New Alderaan was a far greater home for a woman like herself than Coruscant had ever been.