skin, bone, and arrogance
The nice thing about the First Order's capital city was that it was built on the ground. Unlike Coruscant, or Hosnian Prime, or some other cities and planets, here you could walk just about anywhere, on broad, clean avenues that were lined with trees and plants and policemen. The buildings themselves were brilliant stone and marble edifices, built sturdily, without all the chrome and glass that would make it look cheap.
Pierce arrived outside the Premiere Hotel and stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray right outside the large sweeping doors. He glanced to his left, where his ... well, for lack of better phrase, cousin stood. Lady [member="Decima Fortan"] was new to the capital -- so new, in fact, that she was staying with Pierce for the time being. She had looked him up in the directory, having been unable to locate contact information for [member="Natasi Fortan"] and having lacked the importance of getting an appointment on her own merit. Pierce hadn't met her until that day, but she had come bearing a rather important and official-looking document instructing that she was no longer known as Lady Decima Strallan, but had proved as a matter of law to be the daughter of Frejick Fortan and thus entitled to the use of his name.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked her. It wasn't that she looked nervous. Rather, he thought he felt more nervous than she looked. He desperately hoped she would reconsider; his cousin Natasi had been put rather through the ringer lately, and this would certainly add to her troubles. He took a moment to straighten his bowtie and then fixed his eyes on Decima.
Pierce arrived outside the Premiere Hotel and stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray right outside the large sweeping doors. He glanced to his left, where his ... well, for lack of better phrase, cousin stood. Lady [member="Decima Fortan"] was new to the capital -- so new, in fact, that she was staying with Pierce for the time being. She had looked him up in the directory, having been unable to locate contact information for [member="Natasi Fortan"] and having lacked the importance of getting an appointment on her own merit. Pierce hadn't met her until that day, but she had come bearing a rather important and official-looking document instructing that she was no longer known as Lady Decima Strallan, but had proved as a matter of law to be the daughter of Frejick Fortan and thus entitled to the use of his name.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked her. It wasn't that she looked nervous. Rather, he thought he felt more nervous than she looked. He desperately hoped she would reconsider; his cousin Natasi had been put rather through the ringer lately, and this would certainly add to her troubles. He took a moment to straighten his bowtie and then fixed his eyes on Decima.