To quell the tempest softly
Growing up at the Ascania estate, Cora had only ever known swaths of farmland, rolling hills and the distant shadows of mountains. While Axilla—the capital of her homeworld of Ukatis—was rapidly modernizing, she'd only made a handful of trips to the bustling city in her short lifetime.
Fifteen years ago, Ukatis threw the yoke of isolationism off in the form of a bloody rebellion. King Throaen had been deposed, and the monarchy swiftly passed to House Cholmondeley. Trade routes reopened, replenishing food staples that the planet could not produce itself. A few short months ago, Ukatis joined the Galactic Alliance in hopes that the superpower would provide a measure of stability and support.
Her arraigned engagement to Prince Cholmondeley had come as a surprise, but Cora bore her unpleasant duty with all of the dignity and grace she could muster.
Seated primly in the flying taxi, Cora gazed from the window with fascination at the burgeoning city below. Everything inside the transparisteel dome seemed so safe and prosperous, a far cry from the noxious jungle she'd seen from the shuttles viewport upon approaching New Cov. Since she'd joined the New Jedi Order, Cora had been exposed to different environments—arid deserts, endless oceans, endless cityscapes and more. Never had she seen people fight a planet's very environment for survival, but Ilic seemed to be positively thriving.
Dressed in a modern take on a Ukatian traditional gown, Cora hoped to make a good impression. The bio-molecular domes of New Cov were of interest to her people, largely due to their applications for controlling Ukatis' difficult farmland. The climate there was often unpredictable and unforgiving, and famine had occasionally hung over her people's head like the blade of a guillotine.
As the daughter of Viscount Ascania—and, more unnervingly, the future princess of Ukatis—Cora had sought out one Liin Terallo, representative of the New Cov Biomolecule Company. Miss Terallo has been gracious enough to offer Cora an invitation to her home, to which the teenager had accepted readily.
I do hope that this meeting will go well.
Cora glanced down to the canister of tea she'd sat in her lap, hands cradling the container on either side. Inside was a premium blend of herbs and tea leaves grown on her family's land, a luxury crop, but one that somehow grew in spades where staples like wheat and vegetables could not.
"We'll be arriving soon, Miss Ascania."
The taxi's driver's voice startled Cora from her wandering thoughts, pulling the blonde back to reality.
Liin "Tera" Terallo
Fifteen years ago, Ukatis threw the yoke of isolationism off in the form of a bloody rebellion. King Throaen had been deposed, and the monarchy swiftly passed to House Cholmondeley. Trade routes reopened, replenishing food staples that the planet could not produce itself. A few short months ago, Ukatis joined the Galactic Alliance in hopes that the superpower would provide a measure of stability and support.
Her arraigned engagement to Prince Cholmondeley had come as a surprise, but Cora bore her unpleasant duty with all of the dignity and grace she could muster.
Seated primly in the flying taxi, Cora gazed from the window with fascination at the burgeoning city below. Everything inside the transparisteel dome seemed so safe and prosperous, a far cry from the noxious jungle she'd seen from the shuttles viewport upon approaching New Cov. Since she'd joined the New Jedi Order, Cora had been exposed to different environments—arid deserts, endless oceans, endless cityscapes and more. Never had she seen people fight a planet's very environment for survival, but Ilic seemed to be positively thriving.
Dressed in a modern take on a Ukatian traditional gown, Cora hoped to make a good impression. The bio-molecular domes of New Cov were of interest to her people, largely due to their applications for controlling Ukatis' difficult farmland. The climate there was often unpredictable and unforgiving, and famine had occasionally hung over her people's head like the blade of a guillotine.
As the daughter of Viscount Ascania—and, more unnervingly, the future princess of Ukatis—Cora had sought out one Liin Terallo, representative of the New Cov Biomolecule Company. Miss Terallo has been gracious enough to offer Cora an invitation to her home, to which the teenager had accepted readily.
I do hope that this meeting will go well.
Cora glanced down to the canister of tea she'd sat in her lap, hands cradling the container on either side. Inside was a premium blend of herbs and tea leaves grown on her family's land, a luxury crop, but one that somehow grew in spades where staples like wheat and vegetables could not.
"We'll be arriving soon, Miss Ascania."
The taxi's driver's voice startled Cora from her wandering thoughts, pulling the blonde back to reality.
Liin "Tera" Terallo
