Allana Badeaux
Ta’a Chume – Queen Mother
The Young Grand Duchess stood alone in her personal transport with a male mando. The man was conducting active scan of a repulsorlift crate. The lid of the crate was opened as he used a small hand held device to scan for anything that should not be there. The tall beautiful Hapen looked dainty next to the fully armored Mando. It was a stark contrast, the elegant lady in a dressed and fine jewelry next to a grizzly armored warrior.
“See just a crate full of whiskey for your Manda’lore”, gracefully her lithe fingers moved poetically as she spoke. She was excited. Her smile was authentic as she was eager to find a way for this possible friendship to work. There was no doubt this was a political risk for the young grand duchess. There was plenty of public support for her find an alliance with the Mando’ade. They had come to their aid while the people of the Consortium dealt with crises on its capital world. The other portion of this risk was she came alone. It was an effort of showing trust and that the people believed the Mando’ade to be an honorable sort.
“It’s clear”, the man said gruffly as he closed the lid. Just to make things quicker he tapped the button to activate the lift so it could follow them out of the transport. “Follow me”, he was not that much of a talker and it was hard to get a bearing on how he felt with a helmet on.
Allana high heels began to click upon durasteal as she walked. “I’ve never been here on Duxn. What is it like”, her young sense of wonderment played in her mind trying to imagine.
“The jungle is dangerous. Stay out of it and stay inside the compound. I do not wish to tell the Manda’lore how you got yourself killed”, his voice boomed again. It sounded kind of funny being filtered through the vocal thing-ie of his helmet.
Allana nodded knowing it would be for the best if she did not go and look in the jungle. She was without the royal guard and a visitor here on this planet. She had enough on her agenda today anyways.
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“See just a crate full of whiskey for your Manda’lore”, gracefully her lithe fingers moved poetically as she spoke. She was excited. Her smile was authentic as she was eager to find a way for this possible friendship to work. There was no doubt this was a political risk for the young grand duchess. There was plenty of public support for her find an alliance with the Mando’ade. They had come to their aid while the people of the Consortium dealt with crises on its capital world. The other portion of this risk was she came alone. It was an effort of showing trust and that the people believed the Mando’ade to be an honorable sort.
“It’s clear”, the man said gruffly as he closed the lid. Just to make things quicker he tapped the button to activate the lift so it could follow them out of the transport. “Follow me”, he was not that much of a talker and it was hard to get a bearing on how he felt with a helmet on.
Allana high heels began to click upon durasteal as she walked. “I’ve never been here on Duxn. What is it like”, her young sense of wonderment played in her mind trying to imagine.
“The jungle is dangerous. Stay out of it and stay inside the compound. I do not wish to tell the Manda’lore how you got yourself killed”, his voice boomed again. It sounded kind of funny being filtered through the vocal thing-ie of his helmet.
Allana nodded knowing it would be for the best if she did not go and look in the jungle. She was without the royal guard and a visitor here on this planet. She had enough on her agenda today anyways.
[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]