King of Naboo
Location: Airspeeder, Denon
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Aurelian watched Denon rise beneath the airspeeder, a city without edges. Towers stacked on towers, transit lanes braided through glass and durasteel, lights burning even in daylight as if the planet refused the concept of quiet. He rested one elbow against the frame of the window, chin tipped into his knuckles, mouth curved in a smile that suggested he was already planning trouble. This was the kind of place that thrived on momentum. It suited him.
Director Vexx's homeworld spread out like a promise and a warning. Denon did not pretend to be elegant. It was dense, efficient, alive. Aurelian tracked the movement below with a practiced eye, noting security corridors, industrial blocks, the way traffic subtly bent around certain districts. Cloning facilities would be buried somewhere in that sprawl, hidden in plain sight. Dominique's proposal would either become the backbone of their next phase or die under a mountain of practical objections. Today would decide which.
The thought of legacy surfaced, as it always did when he looked at cities. Not monuments or statues, but systems that endured. Programs that survived their creators. The Republic had taken everything he could give without complaint. Now it was loosening its grip. His term as Chancellor was ending. Naboo waited again.
Aurelian straightened and tapped the transparisteel lightly, drawing their attention. "I have never been to Denon," he said, looking towards Dominique, voice easy. "It reminds me of Coruscant. But better. I have a house guard from here, loyal man..."
He glanced to Sibylla, curiosity sharp beneath the charm. "Have you ever been here?"