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[Naivia Caeilia Selona]

Clothes:Suit
Location:Private District of Cormond, owned by Naivian House.
Since returning home to the planet's capital of Brentaal IV Cormond about a year has passed, during which time Selona has had time to reassure both the Naivian family about their traditions and the economic and social policy they chose at the annual meeting of the planet's leading trading dynasty to further develop cultural and historical relations with a variety of planets, organisations, groups and individuals in order to raise Brentaal's profile as not only one of the wealthiest and most advanced economic hubs of the Galactic Alliance, but as an equally favourable climate for the more humanitarian-social tourist, who sees value not so much in direct support from the local government (a group of the most powerful trading families/financial pyramids/clans) but in establishing lasting contacts with both the local science academy and those most interested in the preservation and flourishing of the greatest number of worlds and life forms, namely Caeilia Selona, which has found some temporary calm in this area of activity, entering into such strong dissonance with the fact that Selona, no longer a young woman, sometimes had to be reminded by her own subjects that she was a ex-professional navy soldier and commander and not just a hot clay figure who had fallen from the sky, from which the local culture and symbolism could mould a glorious patriot, a lover of science and a patron of the spiritual and material arts, was a welcome reminder.
The year as a whole has consisted of some intermittent outbursts of emotionally charged screaming in the void about the need to draw the attention of both the central government and the senators of the Galactic Alliance to the tempting proposal to make not only Brentaal, but the entire Brenta system, a new wonderland of entertainment, with less politics, more delicious drinks, music and madness within the admitted bounds of morality and a certain self-reflection on the military past and the experiences that have best revealed themselves in the new, embattled but no less ambiguous position of official and sole planetary military advisor for a given planet (it is not clear what this has to do with a nice and quietly socially and economically prosperous planet, but apparently this should be understood in some form of a gratitude from the top military leadership of the alliance for all that has been done in the past decades and very much in the category of "quality", tired of all the reminders of her dignity and mastery of command and not losing one's sanity, Selona just wanted to finally live normally under the good eye of her own family at home), whose position was the responsibility of the organisation and preparation about a visit to this planet by a rather high-profile person, Adriana Fortemps, an adviser to an Alliance senator.
From the first day Selona received a letter from the head of her family, which was very touching in character, telling her to "practically" and "mentally" get back in line and give guest a "moderate", but no less "grand" reception on our "not quite a backwater planet, but where it's still rarely an honour to welcome visitor of such a rank", which gave the girl such chimeras and chemometaphysical changes in her soul that it is a source of some pride to say that she had been having such a great time, that in a couple of weeks from having fun in various resorts and speaking at lectures for young mothers with gifted, but for some reason not spending their time in elite kindergartens girls on sewing multicoloured dresses with patterns of trees, stars, mythological creatures and other inspiration of joyful children's hearts, not a trace remained, artistically speaking of the current Selona , which in this version represented a peak of very specific fashion marked by supporters and lovers of very tall and very strong (read as distinguished by charisma) women wearing very dark and very formal clothes, such as a knee-length coat over a jacket, shirt, tie, perfectly washed and ironed not the most expensive trousers, which ultimately expressed the desire of both the mature lady herself to show her affiliation to the military elite of the alliance and the wish of the head of the Naivian family "not to stand out " against the joyful monochrome panorama of the whole army of the dynasty's servants gathered in a small, private port, before raising the family flag, and already apparently unbeknownst to Selona preparations by internal structures of a drama aka"to show the guest who is the coolest here" in relation to other local players and representatives of financial, banking, technological and other corporations of planetary importance.
Selona herself, having discovered in the last half an hour before the landing of the Aide's ship a remnant of childish joy and excitement, suddenly ran to all the offices and places that she herself had found and added to the list of minor excursions, worried that everything was not as perfect and tidy as she thought it was, which eventually led to the fact that that after a dozen soothing reassurances by the managers of various establishments and a couple of pills against nerves, Selona again, all sweaty, returned to the guest reception area and, putting a handkerchief to her face, quickly tried to remember the formal speech text she had learned and all the included norms and traditions, and prepared to "squeeze" out of herself the best that the native of the craziest, most surprising and unusual trading dynasty on Brentaal was capable of. "I hope it will go well, or Aylin (head of the family) will give me a mental beating afterwards." Selona muttered to herself, and looking at the glass tops of local skyscrapers, in which reflected the light of a thousand stars and flashing bodies of dozens of commercial and civilian ships rushing in different directions afraid to get late for their business meetings, she held her breath, waiting for a distinguished guest from the outside world , for the safety and happiness of which she had put the best decades of her conscious life and all her vital energy, and deep in her heart she was childishly happy that she could ask everything about life and from a specialist, who was a part of Galactic Alliance governing body in whose hands were trillions of living beings and thousands of inhabited worlds and systems, scattered throughout the vistas of the titanic galaxy.
Adriana Fortemps

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

// Aide Fortemps //
// Focus // Naivia Caeilia Selona //

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Military practice was just the cover that Adriana needed to invite herself to the world of Brentaal IV, truthfully she was only here to create more political alliances. While on the day to day she wondered why was working under a literal rock, the situation ad it's advantages in the fact that all of Froswythe was essentially at her command. The frigate slowly hummed along as her pale eyes watched the colourscape of hyperspace pass by the window before jotting back down to the dossier in her hands.

Selona of house Naivia.

Adriana had never had the benefit of nobility at her disposal, but making friends in such a society had always proved beneficial. After all, nobility was hardly shoved out of power so in essence, she was making allies for life. Her fingers brushed through the woman's list of military accomplishments, long and impressive. Definitely an ally she could use in the grand scheme of the Alliance she currently found herself in.

The ship slowly pulled into the dock at Brentaal IV, all the troopers slowly shuffling into exemplary lines at the command of their sergeants as the Echani made her way to the front. Adriana was flanked by two advisors: Ellen Vira, a Neimoidian with far more practical experience than someone who had led behind a desk, as well as Iri Dokavus, a fellow human who was more savvy about the inner workings of the Galactic Alliance.

The ramp of the frigate creaked open, the light of Brentaal IV spilling into the bay of the ship as it parted open. Standing in front of the ship was a tall, silver haired woman. Adriana shuffled down the ramp towards the woman, finding her place in front of her if a few heads down from her. Part of the Echani worried about a growing neck pain as she looked up.

"Commander Selona," Taking a bow along with her two advisors. "On behalf of the people of Froswythe, I thank you for agreeing to our joint military proposal."

 

[Naivia Caeilia Selona]

Initially Selona was also supposed to have a group of advisers to help her in times of need, but having been rejected by younger cousin Aylin , the current head of the family, with the very blunt comment "You are no longer a little girl in uniform, but a mature and brave woman who can do things herself...", she threw herself headlong into maximum universal intellectual and political training to arm her mainly military brain with puzzle pieces called 'normal life' and 'Galactic Alliance internal politics', where she eventually achieved some success and with a happy face she waited for the day, or rather a couple of minutes for the meeting to start. Having listened to Adriana Fortemps opening speech and trying to catch at the right angle from her height all the conventionality and yet some of the aesthetic beauty of the bow tried to gather in her response and body movement all the reputation of the Naivian family as the most well-behaved, refined, sincere and possessing a crazy empathy group of influential people. At the same time being aware of the physical and muscular exertions to which her height demanded of the senator's aide to face Selona directly, she trirf not to hunch over slightly as if to bend forward, but not too much and before beginning her speech peacefully winked at Adriana Fortemps that she might not bother with the obligatory formalities so that it made her own neck swell meaning it was okay not to look straight at Selona's eyes from this began her rather lengthy, but imbued with a certain childlike expectation of some kind of ferfairness, or positive change from meeting a civilian of high status in public, and not only, life. " Aide Fortemps, it is a great privilege for us to receive such an important guest and distinguished political figure as yourself. On behalf of all the inhabitants of the capital city of Cormond and the members of House Naivia, we thank and appreciate your arrival today on the occasion of the formation of a military and not only political alliance between our planets, and the noble effort you have shown in personally visiting our fairly modest planet, mostly known for its economic strength and for theinfluential economic dynasties that have flourished here for centuries, one of which I will be representing today. The leadership of the Brentaal houses and especially the head of the Naivian family personally hopes that this visit will bring you only positive emotions and a strong long-standing cooperation between us and the planetary government of Froswyth." After her speech ended Selona bowed gently and as part of the local tradition, very gently touched the hand of Adriana Fortemps from above with her glove, symbolizing the respect and friendly intention from the family for this meeting, which of course was a very specific element of the noble and aristocratic trading house of Naivia, different from the other key political and economic players on this planet. Selona then returned to her enormous stature and wiping her now more confident face with a handkerchief pointed towards the specially prepared port exit "Please follow me, Adriana Fortemps, if you have any questions, comments, wishes, feel free to ask." At the same time the opposite was going on inside Selona's mind "Don't be too hard on me, this is my first serious arrangement with a civilian, how do I know what thoughts are in Adriana's mind, much less her advisers'." And other information with a general wish to understand and forgive if things aren't gonna be top notch.

Adriana Fortemps

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

// Aide Fortemps //
// Focus // Naivia Caeilia Selona //

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"It won't be too many questions, I promise." Adriana mentioned as she began to follow the woman. "Though I am curious as to your family's position on Brentaal IV, I can't say that I'm overly familiar with the nobility on this planet."

Boots clattered among the metal floors as the Froswythe delegation stepped out from the frigate behind the pair, her own steps prattling away as the pair made their way towards the accommodations. It was always nice to leave her planet, she had no particular love for Froswythe and it's mountains, so she was curious what the luxury of nobility on this planet had to offer.

 

[Naivia Caeilia Selona]

Location: Inner part of Naivian district, Cormond
"I thank you for such sincere and important question, I must tell beforehand that my answer will rather represent position of the Naivian family and my personal subjective experience, so it cannot serve as a correct and unique objective point of view on the existing arrangement of forces on the given planet. Let's begin with the publicly available information, because of its time-space location and status of the only planet known to science, which is crossed by two hyperlines: Hydian way and Perlemian Treade route Brentaal IV for not the first century is one of the most economically powerful planets of the core, from what follows several assumptions, the first of which asserts the presence of a certain group of clans, families, financial pyramids or just trading dynasties, which will have some monopoly and control the basic, if not all planetary economy and any serious astro-engineering, surface, underground, water and other projects must be interviewed by the governing body of the planet, the Brentaal Houses, which is made up of the main 'players', one of which is the House of Naivia, proud of its eight-century history, its unique culture, its special system of values and everything else that will already have been put on those documents prepared in advance for your viewing later on, Aide Fortemps. Then there is the second premise to the understanding of both my family and the local aristocracy, we have no overt monopoly or any form of undemocratic management of the planetary economy, its resources and inhabitants, each house and this or that organisation that wishes to become a major or even minor player in the Brentaal market have every right to propose their own renovations, changes and priority investment areas, while having a basic understanding of local laws and history of why they were formed, how they effect and what their weaknesses are . And the final premise is the special characteristic and in some ways aesthetic brand of the Naivian family, although, like almost the entire upper class aristocracy of Brentaal it was raised on a love of economics, law, prosperity and the laws of business, both family members and file associates, advisers, consultants and an army of servants and maids share our core value - a childlike bright and in some places silly naivety and risk-taking which stems from the first term, which is expressed both in our willingness to understand and accept any individual, regardless of their past and present, and in certain cases and conditions to trust our heart and a little bit of madness and throw ourselves headlong into the icy ocean, if one can put it that way. That's all so far.....I apologise for my thorough review of the local aristocracy". Selona finally spoke when they finally emerged from the private port and the view of the local palace branch of the House of Naivia was presented. "Your attention please, Adriana Fortemps, (apparently forgetting formality)" began Selona's next speech. "In front of you is a closed off part of our family's diistrict, with one of our many palaces in the middle on a hill and points of attraction for many organisations and successful business figures, and around it are laid out whole open gardens and greenhouses as well as cafes, restaurants, hotels and more. We still have three hours before the talks start, where would you like to go? Everything is open for you and almost nothing is off-limits!" Selona said the last phrase with a kind of tired look, then took water out of her deep pocket and opened it and drank greedily to clear her throat of dryness after such a long monologue.

Adriana Fortemps