Little Thorne
Adalee remembered everything about Cerea. From the fruitful partnerships she had with the Elders, up to the very distinctive architecture the city of Tecave had to offer. She had spent an egregious amount of time on the planet. All of that time was spent studying. Of course, like all lessons she took, she excelled. However, while most Cerean's were sent to the Shyarn-Ado Schools, Adalee willingly sought out their art-form. She wasn't shy with a blade and when she was younger, her eagerness to learn techniques made her capable and deadly. Still, part of her felt like an outsider. Despite being accepted not only on Cerea, but many other worlds that allowed her a chance at honing her skill. She knew what she was part of. In a way, being a Thorne made her angry, but deep down she knew that was wrong. If her family didn't care for her because of her inability to use the force, she figured that was their problem...not hers. Even so, the thought constantly poked at her mind and she always questioned herself in the face of it.
Am I good enough to be a Thorne?
It was an awful thing to ask of oneself, worse for a daughter of the Lorrd's prestigious House of Thorne. She had distanced herself on purpose. Claimed it was a growing period for her career in politics, but words could only do so much when things went sour. Adalee had found herself lost, despite the efforts of her mother trying to force her into becoming a Jedi. She even went far enough to find the most egotistical man in the galaxy: a one
Markus Kortu
. Regardless, she knew in her heart that you couldn't be a Jedi without being able to use the force...at least not the way she could. It haunted her, more than she cared to admit. The weight of her expectations and her own, felt like anvils bearing down on her ten fold. Maybe, just maybe: she did want to be a Jedi, but not if it came with the lies. The family of Dirge had freed her from her own naviety and with it, brought more issues for her to circumvent. Those new issues had to be ignored though, considering her lack of knowledge in the space magic department. Instead, she had to carry out her duties and make sure her alliances on Cerea were as solid the day she made them.
Such things tended to take up most of her time. Which was good, considering 'the voices.' Adalee enjoyed negotiating, more so than the average political figure-head. By that, to Adalee: that meant arguing with conviction. Otherwise, what was the point? Things had to get done, either the easy way or the hard way. Being careful with words was like a disease during deal making. Better yet, to Adalee it was pointless, useless, and cowardly. Sometimes things weren't that easy. Some issues didn't fit into that same bubble she had gotten so used to. Some things defied all logic. When that happened, Adalee had her swords. Each one safely tucked away in their sheaths at her back side. It was a reminder, to those that didn't co-operate that if things got violent, her words weren't the only thing that could cut and sting.
The room was lit dimly, the grey pastel walls tangled with vines of the local flora, Inisa. She remembered how much of an honor it was to not be contained to the Citadel structures for visiting travelers. The room was filled with one Elder, who would normally be sitting with the rest of his kind, but matters prevented him from doing so. Two generals of Cerea stood to his side. Another stood across the table, a diplomat from another mid-rim planet, she hadn't made connections with before. Adalee considered this mysterious new addition as a wildcard and potentially a threat to her own plans. Other then that it was the same familiar faces. A Skrilling by the name of Jeg'dos. He was an exceptional speaker, more so, she had learned of his deceitful tactics. Adalee wasn't concerned with him though, in fact, she had good ties with Jeg'dos, even though their point of view differed. Next to him was a representative for the planet, Balamak. It seemed the world of Cerea relied on them for sustainability in the outer areas that had been damaged by outsiders. It seemed they shared the same opinions about agriculture. Thankfully for Adalee, she wasn't here for the plants. The last, but not least sly individual was a woman by the name of Claire Dawson. She was here to discuss a far more unpleasant matter. It seemed gangs had seized control over certain technological labs in the citadels on Cerea. Something that Adalee found more humorous than dangerous. If it came to it, she would help the elders and rid them for better relations. The best part about all of it was most of these subtle discrepancies had nothing to do with their initial meeting.
Instead, she was here for one thing and one thing only, Power.
Alina Tremiru
Am I good enough to be a Thorne?
It was an awful thing to ask of oneself, worse for a daughter of the Lorrd's prestigious House of Thorne. She had distanced herself on purpose. Claimed it was a growing period for her career in politics, but words could only do so much when things went sour. Adalee had found herself lost, despite the efforts of her mother trying to force her into becoming a Jedi. She even went far enough to find the most egotistical man in the galaxy: a one
Markus Kortu
. Regardless, she knew in her heart that you couldn't be a Jedi without being able to use the force...at least not the way she could. It haunted her, more than she cared to admit. The weight of her expectations and her own, felt like anvils bearing down on her ten fold. Maybe, just maybe: she did want to be a Jedi, but not if it came with the lies. The family of Dirge had freed her from her own naviety and with it, brought more issues for her to circumvent. Those new issues had to be ignored though, considering her lack of knowledge in the space magic department. Instead, she had to carry out her duties and make sure her alliances on Cerea were as solid the day she made them. Such things tended to take up most of her time. Which was good, considering 'the voices.' Adalee enjoyed negotiating, more so than the average political figure-head. By that, to Adalee: that meant arguing with conviction. Otherwise, what was the point? Things had to get done, either the easy way or the hard way. Being careful with words was like a disease during deal making. Better yet, to Adalee it was pointless, useless, and cowardly. Sometimes things weren't that easy. Some issues didn't fit into that same bubble she had gotten so used to. Some things defied all logic. When that happened, Adalee had her swords. Each one safely tucked away in their sheaths at her back side. It was a reminder, to those that didn't co-operate that if things got violent, her words weren't the only thing that could cut and sting.
The room was lit dimly, the grey pastel walls tangled with vines of the local flora, Inisa. She remembered how much of an honor it was to not be contained to the Citadel structures for visiting travelers. The room was filled with one Elder, who would normally be sitting with the rest of his kind, but matters prevented him from doing so. Two generals of Cerea stood to his side. Another stood across the table, a diplomat from another mid-rim planet, she hadn't made connections with before. Adalee considered this mysterious new addition as a wildcard and potentially a threat to her own plans. Other then that it was the same familiar faces. A Skrilling by the name of Jeg'dos. He was an exceptional speaker, more so, she had learned of his deceitful tactics. Adalee wasn't concerned with him though, in fact, she had good ties with Jeg'dos, even though their point of view differed. Next to him was a representative for the planet, Balamak. It seemed the world of Cerea relied on them for sustainability in the outer areas that had been damaged by outsiders. It seemed they shared the same opinions about agriculture. Thankfully for Adalee, she wasn't here for the plants. The last, but not least sly individual was a woman by the name of Claire Dawson. She was here to discuss a far more unpleasant matter. It seemed gangs had seized control over certain technological labs in the citadels on Cerea. Something that Adalee found more humorous than dangerous. If it came to it, she would help the elders and rid them for better relations. The best part about all of it was most of these subtle discrepancies had nothing to do with their initial meeting.
Instead, she was here for one thing and one thing only, Power.
Alina Tremiru
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