Thexoll's Atmosphere aboard a transport?
@[member="Vaudin Miir"] | @[member="Jack Harkness"] | @[member="Syn"] | @Quenladose
Objective: Meet with Planetary leaders.
Kiskla was good with her words, which was no doubt why she was visiting the lush planet with The Republic. They, as a faction and government, were expanding and The Jedi were assisting. Being involved in the negotiations would ensure they remained peaceful -- and if they turned aggressive? Well, she was able to handle that, as well.
In the seat of the transport, the Jedi Master sat clad in her typical black
garments, with an unorthodox approach to the Jedi Robe with slim black pants and knee high black boots with a flat sole. It was a tradition of her people as warriors to wear black so when, and if, she received a wound, she could continue to lead and guard without lowering morale. Plus, it was slimming.
She rose to check on the pilot in the cockpit.
It was just before the break of dawn on the green planet of Thexoll. The pilot expertly maneuvered the shuttle despite the dim lighting, and inactivity below. Not even the landing pads were lit up. Kiskla, ever curious, rested her palm against the shoulder of the pilot’s seat, frowning at the darkness below.
“Those should always be lit.” She muttered beneath her breath, strumming her fingertips against the leather.
“Have they tried any communications with us?”
“Not yet.” The pilot replied, finally lowering the ship through the atmospheric clouds that would produce a pleasant dew later in the day. As he maneuvered just above the city, the members in the cockpit realized they were being followed by some kind of flying vehicle. Kiskla recognized the craft as a patrol vessel marked with the StarDrive insignia, and wasn’t too surprised when the car began to bank closer to their shuttle.
“Well now they are.” The blonde Jedi observed through the viewpane, and on the radars.
"See if you can reach out to those shuttles, and let them know we're arriving with medial transports and the Republic's finest diplomats. We want to speak with their governors." Or whoever was in charge.
The pilot was about to reply something, anything, just to appease the welcome wagon, when his words were drowned out by a loud crackle of radio static. For a moment, Kiskla's throat hitched then finally the channel cleared.
A clear warning voice came over the speakers: “Stand by. Any aggressive move will bring about your destruction.”
“Touchy, aren’t they?” Came a voice from one of the doctors in the back, corralled in with the other soldiers who were there for additional brawn.
"Pardon us." Kiskla spoke into the speaker, once the channel beeped green "Our communications seemed sticky. We, The Republic, are here in peace, and come with medical supplies which we were informed your government was requiring."
“Permission granted to land on Platform 327. Any deviation of flight pattern will bring about your ---“ Frustrated, Kiskla shut off the radio.
“Destruction.” She finished.
“We know.”
As far as the patrols of Thexoll knew, the Republic was coming here peacefully. They were travelling by shuttle, not even a freighter. If they were to deviate they would be out of their mind, and blown to bits. Kiskla hated this kind of vulnerability and compliance. By now, they could see the landing pad through the cockpit window. The pilot veered in the direction of the pad, casting a wary glance over his shoulder at the vehicle that was following them. Gently, the shuttle landed on platform 327; and as the ship’s ion engines whined to a stop, the platform suddenly ignited with the lights that had been previously dark. The sudden light on the platform’s border revealed the welcoming party to the shuttle’s captain and crew. They had no weapons, but once the lights ignited on the strip the beauty of the architecture could be appreciated.
Once the ship settled, Kiskla stepped out of the Cockpit to speak with the Chancellor.
"Chancellor Harkness, I suggest we go first." She nodded to him while the shuttle’s doors lifted overhead, and the coolness of the morning sweeping into the body of the ship
. "As well as the rest of the diplomats on board. They've sent quite the numbers for a salutations party." Which meant they were protective of their government.