Ereza
Velaeri Mortaine
"The Rimma Trade Route will take us all the way to Kal'Shebbol. From there it's only a short jump to Exocron."
Amorella Mae Shamalain peered at the holographic projection, following the trail of the Captain's hand as he explained their projected path. She was en route to Exocron where she was to meet a newly revealed relative of hers ... among other things.
Normally she wasn't one to bother the people transporting her from one station to another, but this was by far the longest trip she had ever taken from her home planet of Kuat. So when they had descended upon a planet she was not familiar with, naturally she was curious.
"How long will we be on Eriadu?" she asked, standing straight and pulling a hand woven shawl a bit more tightly around her shoulders.
"We're here to refuel and resupply. Shouldn't be much longer than a few hours, Your Highness. We're in Omega Pyre space. Friendlies to the Republic," the Captain's expression was light. He didn't seem concerned at all, which was good news she supposed.
"Safe for me to stretch my legs a bit?"
"The last safe planet to do so, Your Highness. I wouldn't leave the Star Port, though. Eriadu isn't known for being clean and it certainly isn't a tourist attraction. After this we fly non-stop unclaimed space and will be on lock-down."
That was all she needed to hear. The Princess was in desperate need for a walk outside the confines of the ship and if this was the only opportunity she had, clean or not, she would take it.
A short while later found her walking the long corridor of Docking Bay 3. Dressed rather casually, she would have looked completely unassuming were it not for the Noghri Guard at her heels ... or the entourage of Kuati Royal Guards lingering just a ways behind.
@[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Amorella Mae Shamalain peered at the holographic projection, following the trail of the Captain's hand as he explained their projected path. She was en route to Exocron where she was to meet a newly revealed relative of hers ... among other things.
Normally she wasn't one to bother the people transporting her from one station to another, but this was by far the longest trip she had ever taken from her home planet of Kuat. So when they had descended upon a planet she was not familiar with, naturally she was curious.
"How long will we be on Eriadu?" she asked, standing straight and pulling a hand woven shawl a bit more tightly around her shoulders.
"We're here to refuel and resupply. Shouldn't be much longer than a few hours, Your Highness. We're in Omega Pyre space. Friendlies to the Republic," the Captain's expression was light. He didn't seem concerned at all, which was good news she supposed.
"Safe for me to stretch my legs a bit?"
"The last safe planet to do so, Your Highness. I wouldn't leave the Star Port, though. Eriadu isn't known for being clean and it certainly isn't a tourist attraction. After this we fly non-stop unclaimed space and will be on lock-down."
That was all she needed to hear. The Princess was in desperate need for a walk outside the confines of the ship and if this was the only opportunity she had, clean or not, she would take it.
A short while later found her walking the long corridor of Docking Bay 3. Dressed rather casually, she would have looked completely unassuming were it not for the Noghri Guard at her heels ... or the entourage of Kuati Royal Guards lingering just a ways behind.
@[member="Sarge Potteiger"]