Aleksandyr Gaillard
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Eshan. Homeworld of the Echani and a place Lionel has not been for some time. The Echani were once considered amongst the greatest warriors on the galaxy; a fact that resulted in their long-standing rivalry with the Mandalorians. Now both people seemed to have forgotten their ways of old; whilst the Echani art has remained common practice in society, it has no longer played a vital role it seems. Despite this, Lionel was happy to see his birthworld. It was a place of fond and tragic memories alike and defined an entire race of people, a race he sought desperately to represent.
"Sir, we're approaching the atmosphere. Shall we hail?", a human approached his small room aboard his luxury yacht; the sliding door slid open revealing the fair-skinned and rather lazily dressed man. Unfortunately much of The Republic was not as considerably disciplined as his race was, a fact he blamed for much of their previous losses. Instead of speaking his thoughts, however, Lionel simply nodded in respect and offered a tasteful smile to warm his own attitude. "Of course, The Queen wouldn't want her guests to show upon unannounced.", he spoke rather cleanly. Getting up, the gaunt Echani wished to wait no longer -- walking to the main halll; it was a spacious environment but unlike most luxury yachts was not packed with gaudy furnishing or anything like that. It remained plain and efficient.
"This is Sharp Star hailing to Eshan. Permission to dock at the palace.", the ship's captain hailed. Now it was a matter of time; time which came rarely these days it seemed. Lionel spent it preparing himself in a fashion that would compliment royalty. His ceremonial rerebrace, a piece of armour that was fitted over one to protect the upper chest, shoulders and above the elbows along the arms. It didn't prove too much a valuable component to combat but allowed greater flexibility with the arms which proved useful to an Echani. Otherwise he had worn his traditional garments, a rather long robe that went down to the knees leaving thin dark cloth over the arms and legs to boots made out of a similar material as the rerebrace.
He sighed to himself, he really was going back.
[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
"Sir, we're approaching the atmosphere. Shall we hail?", a human approached his small room aboard his luxury yacht; the sliding door slid open revealing the fair-skinned and rather lazily dressed man. Unfortunately much of The Republic was not as considerably disciplined as his race was, a fact he blamed for much of their previous losses. Instead of speaking his thoughts, however, Lionel simply nodded in respect and offered a tasteful smile to warm his own attitude. "Of course, The Queen wouldn't want her guests to show upon unannounced.", he spoke rather cleanly. Getting up, the gaunt Echani wished to wait no longer -- walking to the main halll; it was a spacious environment but unlike most luxury yachts was not packed with gaudy furnishing or anything like that. It remained plain and efficient.
"This is Sharp Star hailing to Eshan. Permission to dock at the palace.", the ship's captain hailed. Now it was a matter of time; time which came rarely these days it seemed. Lionel spent it preparing himself in a fashion that would compliment royalty. His ceremonial rerebrace, a piece of armour that was fitted over one to protect the upper chest, shoulders and above the elbows along the arms. It didn't prove too much a valuable component to combat but allowed greater flexibility with the arms which proved useful to an Echani. Otherwise he had worn his traditional garments, a rather long robe that went down to the knees leaving thin dark cloth over the arms and legs to boots made out of a similar material as the rerebrace.
He sighed to himself, he really was going back.
[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
