We Are One
Mid Rim;
Chommell Sector;
Naboo.
"Why is it you insist on doing the craziest thing possible, literally, at almost every point!"
Xenia's laugh was natural, following the rough voice of that roguish human. A human so obviously not from Naboo, only living on it currently. Dark hair and striking features glued him to obvious Corellian heritage, and he did nothing to hide it. Easily keeping pace beside Xenia, even in her attempt at long strides, he spoke with the upper half of his body turned completely toward her. If nothing else, it was a testament to his undivided attention, animated by large hand motions and straightened fingers. Bright smiles seemed to continuously light his face, even when the tone he spoke lay within layers of different emotion.
"Well..."
She had started, but sort of fell out in a muted giggle.
"--What!?"
"Nothing, I just caught myself trying to seriously answer that question."
Both of them smiled and continued on their way. This, here, was Nastass-Tech's central HQ, Naboo, just inside of Theed and not a stones throw away from some of the most beautiful sights on the planet. Currently they were moving at a rather brisk pace down a wide, hollow hallway, arching ceilings making big feel huge. Nothing was too extravagant, at least not in too modern a way, but certainly elegant and beautiful. What wasn't marble was some kind of metallic, something smooth; and then there were the holo-screens. Nothing annoying, to be sure, more a decoration than anything else in fact. Droids belonging to more peaceful origins walked around in random abandon, without specific orders beyond maintaining their own life style. Like a normal human, but so much different. Xenia, in contrast to him, Broo Myrishi (commonly pronounced Broo Merishi), looked like she belonged here. Although she wore a face widely devoid of much paint, as was an ordinary fashion among the higher end, her hair was caught up in some complex design. Two large conglomerates of woven deep brown hair topped with silver cuffs, then each again connected to a head piece not at all unlike a tiara.
"Well good, I'm still waiting for it."
"Hnn," an amused grunt, "you shouldn't have to ask."
The pause in their conversation was obvious, beginning and ending in the both of them adjusting themselves. "Do your homework on these guys? I hear they're pretty professional." Broo seemed to take longer in the process of self composure, but sooner or later he came round and answered her. By these guys, she meant the hosts of the next party she'd be attending. Behind the two of them, Detox peddled along silently and under the false image of sturdy bodyguard-- sent a more widely relatable message than being followed around by a droid. Perhaps it too was coincidence that, on this particular day, Detox had also taken form under the Corellian template.
<<I have twenty seven files awaiting your review, m'lady.>>
"Hahuh-- so, I guess?"
She whirled round, tatters and multi layered, now only feet from whatever was the trio's apparent destination. Her face fully bearing the marks of infinite sarcasm and powerful hints of some, dramatized anguish. "-- Twenty seven?" She could talk and move at the same time, opening the door-hatch and letting out the rest of her breath.
"Okaayyy, anything we can... summarize a little bit?"
Unexpectedly, Detox was the first to answer, intercepting anyone else with a short <<working on it.>> No one really had any idea what it meant, or what it could be possibly doing in its head, so it was shrugged off with a small giggle from both girl and boy before entering. The interior here was much like the rest, made of marble, chrome, and fanciful holo projections. A large desk, a smaller table, and a few chairs. Some kind of conference room on one of the more far out wings.
"Uhhh, yeah. GinCor's president, Var, your favorite, is having a big party for all his biggest pay-slaves. Guess what?"
"I'm invited. Okay, so what's my co--"
<<We're invited.>>
[ PART ONE ]
Chommell Sector;
Naboo.
"Why is it you insist on doing the craziest thing possible, literally, at almost every point!"
Xenia's laugh was natural, following the rough voice of that roguish human. A human so obviously not from Naboo, only living on it currently. Dark hair and striking features glued him to obvious Corellian heritage, and he did nothing to hide it. Easily keeping pace beside Xenia, even in her attempt at long strides, he spoke with the upper half of his body turned completely toward her. If nothing else, it was a testament to his undivided attention, animated by large hand motions and straightened fingers. Bright smiles seemed to continuously light his face, even when the tone he spoke lay within layers of different emotion.
"Well..."
She had started, but sort of fell out in a muted giggle.
"--What!?"
"Nothing, I just caught myself trying to seriously answer that question."
Both of them smiled and continued on their way. This, here, was Nastass-Tech's central HQ, Naboo, just inside of Theed and not a stones throw away from some of the most beautiful sights on the planet. Currently they were moving at a rather brisk pace down a wide, hollow hallway, arching ceilings making big feel huge. Nothing was too extravagant, at least not in too modern a way, but certainly elegant and beautiful. What wasn't marble was some kind of metallic, something smooth; and then there were the holo-screens. Nothing annoying, to be sure, more a decoration than anything else in fact. Droids belonging to more peaceful origins walked around in random abandon, without specific orders beyond maintaining their own life style. Like a normal human, but so much different. Xenia, in contrast to him, Broo Myrishi (commonly pronounced Broo Merishi), looked like she belonged here. Although she wore a face widely devoid of much paint, as was an ordinary fashion among the higher end, her hair was caught up in some complex design. Two large conglomerates of woven deep brown hair topped with silver cuffs, then each again connected to a head piece not at all unlike a tiara.
"Well good, I'm still waiting for it."
"Hnn," an amused grunt, "you shouldn't have to ask."
The pause in their conversation was obvious, beginning and ending in the both of them adjusting themselves. "Do your homework on these guys? I hear they're pretty professional." Broo seemed to take longer in the process of self composure, but sooner or later he came round and answered her. By these guys, she meant the hosts of the next party she'd be attending. Behind the two of them, Detox peddled along silently and under the false image of sturdy bodyguard-- sent a more widely relatable message than being followed around by a droid. Perhaps it too was coincidence that, on this particular day, Detox had also taken form under the Corellian template.
<<I have twenty seven files awaiting your review, m'lady.>>
"Hahuh-- so, I guess?"
She whirled round, tatters and multi layered, now only feet from whatever was the trio's apparent destination. Her face fully bearing the marks of infinite sarcasm and powerful hints of some, dramatized anguish. "-- Twenty seven?" She could talk and move at the same time, opening the door-hatch and letting out the rest of her breath.
"Okaayyy, anything we can... summarize a little bit?"
Unexpectedly, Detox was the first to answer, intercepting anyone else with a short <<working on it.>> No one really had any idea what it meant, or what it could be possibly doing in its head, so it was shrugged off with a small giggle from both girl and boy before entering. The interior here was much like the rest, made of marble, chrome, and fanciful holo projections. A large desk, a smaller table, and a few chairs. Some kind of conference room on one of the more far out wings.
"Uhhh, yeah. GinCor's president, Var, your favorite, is having a big party for all his biggest pay-slaves. Guess what?"
"I'm invited. Okay, so what's my co--"
<<We're invited.>>
[ PART ONE ]