The Spacepiress of Chaos
D E V E L O P M E N T
Lake Country
Naboo
Confederacy of Independent Systems
It was the stillness of the air that still took some modicum of focus to accept and become accustomed to - for the Lake Country, in all of its trappings was beautiful and blissful - it was not as noisy as Golbah City had been given the constant stream of traffic that came and went at all hours. Some days she'd find herself awakened in the middle of the day as the sun rest high in the sky all because of some noise that seeped into her mind that would jar her from slumber. Here though, the days, the peace that came with them seemed to make it all the more difficult to find that elusive being that seemed to be a sought-after treasure for a great many. Other days sleep seemed to come easily, carried upon the gentle breezes that danced through the grass of the fields, slipping over the rolling hills and finding its way into her personal chambers after having slipped through the countless flowers and myriad of flora that graced the dwelling that she currently called home. That day had seen her rise earlier than many others, though with the change of seasons, and the air becoming crisper and cooler - the days seemed to become shorter and the nights longer, a simple fact that brought a smile to her lips when she thought upon those changes.
Rather than finding herself sitting out on the veranda awaiting this guest - she had stored herself in what many would easily consider a cramped private office. However, that was not the case, for it was not cramped per se, rather, it was cluttered - filled with any countless number of plans, blueprints, communications, datapads, and reports. It seemed that since the Capital had moved from Geonosis to Naboo, so to did the majority of the paperwork that she had at one point caught up with prior to the events that transpired on Ryloth and Rodian. Still, even now, months so far removed from those events, she would come across a report of some young soul that had been lost - or a letter begging for any information about a loved one. Even now it was still affecting a great many and it saddened Amelia that she could not provide the closure and comfort that many of these families still desperately sought. What little condolence she could even fathom to offer was the simple fact that the terrorist known as the Agents of Chaos had seemingly lost their hold over what minor territory they lorded themselves over - and perhaps it was the people of those worlds that grew tired of being linked to their actions.
Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she carefully, and respectfully set the letter aside - though unfortunately, it would come to rest upon a large stack of similar such letters. Looking at that stack for a moment, she permitted a heavy sigh to slip from her lips. Her hand tentatively hovered over the stack as if she were going to grab the letter once more, her other hand already reaching for a datapad to begin looking through records and information. Stopping herself, she took a moment to regain her composure before she returned to the task at hand, her attention shifting to the blueprints and designs that littered the large desk that she sat behind. Reaching forward, she pulled the three designs together that she had been searching for, a smile now crossing her lips as she lay them out one by one before her across the surface of the desk.
In the wake of the Confederacy First Mandate, a number of Corporate Entities - that would have otherwise been left unaffected by the Mandate - had pulled their factories, headquarters, and a number of other facilities from the Confederacy while at the same time abandoning many of their employees that called the Confederacy home. There had been other corporations already that stepped forward to assist in picking up the slack, one of the more famous manufacturing goliaths being that of Locke and Key - a name that was much better known and widespread. For her own part, she attempted to assist where she could and fill the void that had left so many citizens of the Confederacy without the livelihoods that sustained them, their friends, and their families.
Von Sorenn Industries had been established nearly immediately after the Confederacy First Mandate had been proclaimed - filling the niche of Starship Wrights, Vehicle Manufacturing, and Repulsorcraft Manufacturing - yet, it also never seemed enough. As more corporate entities pulled out, additional manufacturing sectors were left barren and their workers struggling as they faced an uncertain future. At this moment Von Sorenn Industries had already expanded to include a number of subsidiaries, mainly entities such as the Hellforge, Titanica Automatica, Conectunt Firmamentum, and Utinni Works - each with their own sectors that they sought to step into and fill the void that had remained. However, that was not her focus today - her focus was on getting Von Sorenn Industries, and by extension, its many subsidiaries more exposure than what they already experienced. After all, just because she was able to secure a handful of designs and contracts - including some more recent Super Star Destroyers - for the Confederacy of Independent Systems, did not mean that she had the same trust and name-brand recognition that Locke and Key so enjoyed.
That was the crux of the meeting that she had sought to establish so that a dialogue could be brought forth between two, arguably, Titans of Production. It was to be a joint venture between the two corporations, with each lending its name to the other as well as bringing to bear their manufacturing prowess to produce as many vessels possible in as short amount of time as possible. Though she also knew that each of their corporations had different design aesthetics - as easily seen in the more recent TIE style Starfighters that Von Sorenn Industries had manufactured. In fact, of the three designs that sat before her, one appeared to be a more modern TIE Fighter and the others - one more, arguably - modern X-Wing Starfighters. Tentative designs already graced the wall as well, their blueprints in various states of production and revision, though it was her hope that they could work to further solidify and build upon the work that was to serve as a foundation.
Carefully leaning back in her seat to finally take a moment to surface for air, Amelia closed her eyes and permitted her mind to wander for a short period of time. Though now that she had time to wait and focus on other things beyond the pile of papers that lay stacked before her, she felt the need for a bit of fresh air. Carefully removing herself from where she had - in effect - planted her form, she moved out onto the veranda and into the cool night air. She wore little in the way of finer trappings or the armor she was often accustomed to - finding something more relaxing akin to the attire that she had worn at the bar some weeks prior. It couldn't be helped though, for the dwelling was smaller than some of the other homes she had graced - still preferring to believe of this as temporary until something much grander was constructed, though she was not rushing nor felt a need to find such accommodation at that moment. No, the quiet dwelling tucked away in the Lake Country was more than enough to provide peace of mind for those times when she had finally managed to slip away from her office in Theed - and free herself from the trappings of her position of command, as well as the courtly balls and processions that demanded something more elegant and refined in the way of attire, just to even get through the front door.
She would, once again, push such thoughts to the rear of her mind so that they may not muddle her current train of thought. The night was still young, and there was still time for her guest to arrive - though she had to admit that the downside of this dwelling was that its location was so far removed and tucked away into the Lake Country, that at times she feared others became lost or gave up on their attempted journey to meet with her in the privacy of her dwelling. Carefully leaning back into the chair that faced the small path leading up to the dwelling, she grasped a crystalline vessel in one hand, the other keeping a firm hold of a decanter - the sanguine ichor within being freely poured into the awaiting vessel before the decanter was set aside. Going through the motions as she would with any considerably fine beverage or spirit, she carefully swirled the sanguine ichor in the glass, allowing it to breathe as it were. That thought alone brought a chuckle from her as she brought the glass up to her lips.
The scent was exquisite, albeit difficult for many beyond her kind to pick up. It was metallic, though not in any sort of means to imply that the diet had been unbalanced or heavily favoring one food or the other - or perhaps even suggesting some kind of foul play of poisoning. Rather it was perfect, a simple and smoothly soothing taste that graced her palette as the ichor slowly rolled over her lips and flowed down her throat as a river might disappear into the depths of a gorge. It was when she heard a commotion down the path that she perked up, sitting up from where she was seated - though she did not put down the glass that was so carefully cradled in her hand as though it were a newborn. No, she merely brought the glass to her lips once more and took a long sip to sate the current bought of thirst that had overcome her.
"It would appear my guest has arrived."
Amelia spoke as she took another sip of the sanguine ichor before gingerly setting the drinking vessel down on the table. Brushing her hands over her equally sanguine in color, coat, she stretched for a moment to primp and preen her appearance as to make herself presentable. When she was satisfied with how she looked - confirmed by a quick look in the mirror in which, yes, her reflection did show - Amelia made her way out the front door and down the small set of steps to the gravel path that formed a sort of round-about in the modest courtyard of the dwelling. It was only a matter of moments that she was soon joined by her faithful and ever vigilant aide, Kassara, a six-armed Human Replica Droid that assisted Amelia in a number of endeavors, ventures, and any other problems that would often arise from a multitude of factors.
Stepping forward, she clasped her hands together as Golden-Yellow hues fell upon the young man - though youth and age were relative things for a species that lived as long as her kind. Offering a small bow of her head, she offered her hand in a gesture of friendship and greeting as she spoke.
"Welcome, Mr. Locke, it's a pleasure to finally meet the friendly competition and rivalry in the Shipwrighting business. I appreciate you coming, and on such short notice, to meet with me in the Lake Country. Though I believe that the offer I have brought together is one that is well worth the journey that you have completed."
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