Yoru Shakou
Well-Known Member
Naboo
Preshea Lake House
Lake Country
A simple figure sat quietly behind the large desk that had been drug into the large home. The room focused around it and the woman whom sat behind it at that moment. Her head was down as she focused on some trivial matter before her, slender fingers grasping a pen and jotting down notes upon the flimplast sheets at her side. She seemed to move her eyes back and forth, her left hand made available to gather small pieces of information or other such objects placed before her.
There was little that she could possibly do at that moment in terms of what her company was capable of; and that was very evident. They were no where near the size of Omega Pyre, those whom had risen up and held part of the galaxy and reigned as the Omega Protectorate. Those days seemed to be gone now, and with Naboo left to fend for itself; it would need more protection than it could currently muster.
The Queen, [member="Feena Mason"], had recently passed, and it was yet to be seen how her successor would do once upon the throne. The young girl though seemed to have a bit of fire in her soul and that would more than make up for any short comings she may have. Setting the pen down, she slowly leaned back, her buxom bust heaving for a moment with a deep breath as she closed her eyes.
Holding with a firm grip upon the arm rests of her chair, she relaxed and cleared her mind, though she couldn't truly let go, not when she was about to have a guest. The last time she did, she'd rather not think of that right then as she sat up and straightened herself out upon hearing the rapping at the door. Her hand waving slightly as she spoke up.
"Enter."
"Your 12 o'clock ma'am."
"Please come in, sit."
The woman motioned as she gave the courtesy of slipping from her chair and around the desk. Closing the distance between the opened door where the protocol droid stood silently. As she stepped forward, her hair pushed back from a slight gust of wind, draping over her shoulders and down her back. It was clear that she was a woman of rather ample proportions, and had no problem allowing them to be seen; touching was something else.
Offering a slight bow, she motioned with her hand towards the chairs in front of her desk. Looking to her guest before she returned her attention to the droid. A soft nod was all that would be needed to dismiss the droid for that moment.
"We have business to discuss and very little time to accomplish our endeavor."
[member="Matsu Ike"]