L-14 Azerbani System
This was the only planet where Kiskla released her hold on the Art of the Small and let her tattoos paint her lightly tanned skin. In fact, she hardly thought about it while stepping out from the speeder that took her from location to location. For a fairly remote planet, and under control of the Protectorate, there were a lot of little things that kept her grounded.
The Sheyf was constantly looking to expand his presence, which gave his daughter a lot of political opportunities that demanded her attendance.
Today, however, she was on planet and her attention had been directed to the tall spires on the outskirts of the city, the last inhabitable place before the desert. It was also where the throne of her father rested. The Kiffu had a strong warrior heritage, and they believed to have the snapping electricity overhead had a certain intimidation factor that complemented The General of The Guardians.
These were pinnacles of energy that spired upwards, made mostly out of sand brick and glass. Like the rest of Kiffu, nothing strayed too far from their most renewable resource; sand.
The heels of her boots, regulation Guardian uniform, clicked against the cobblestone as she entered the control tower of the energy fields. There was an immediate temperature difference, no longer was the already striking desert heat heightened by the tendrils of lightning, the stone was an excellent insulator for the coolness.
It was quite a sight to see someone as blonde as she amongst a sea of thick, black haired and tanned species. She stood out like a sore thumb. Which is why her father, in response to recent rumours, had intensified her travel party, despite her ability to handle herself against assassination attempts.
"Over here, Sheyf Freya." Her attention was diverted to the cause of her being called over to the energy fields, and she ducked through the equipment to meet the broad-chested attendant. There were no small Kiffar, they were all muscular, strong boned and powerful. Even the women -- Kiskla herself was cutting it close to the slight side.
"We wanted to show you this circulation," His tanned finger circled the blue, glowing screen. There was a visual of both Kiffu and Kiffex on the screen, with their atmospheres around it in a lighter blue. "Something's affecting the gravitation, and we're due for a major storm a lot sooner than anticipated, which means a lot of our shipments will be held back for trade, and the incoming prisoners will be delayed in space."
"For how long?"
"Can't say. We just wanted you to be aware of it when confirming shipments. It's brewing now and should be in full force by the end of the week."
Kiskla nodded solemnly. That certainly affected the trade routes, and she braced her chin in thought before she was interrupted.
"There's an unidentified vessel from the Republic docking now," One of her men spoke up, holding a data pad with the correspondence between flight control and handing it in Kiskla's direction. "Apparently with a prisoner on board."
"The Republic? Well, we might as well give them a salutations."
"Apparently the prisoner is affiliated with the recent terror attempts."
"Then we should definitely give salutations. Thank you for the notification. I'll arrange the shipments to correlate with the pending storm. Please forward the information to my datapad."
On cue, the princess and her band of merry men (who she couldn't wait to rid herself of) turned on their heels and back to the speeder they had arrived on. If this was a member of the assassination attempts on her father and herself, they would be trialed immediately after interrogation. And, depending on how deep the roots of the organization ran, she could stop having bodyguards. There were probably a few resentful of her father, and hers for that matter, dominion of the Kiffex system's throne. The Vos clan had abdicated long ago, and the Freya heritage had long since been associated with the royal family. It was to be expected that their lineage was the next choice. There were still a few sore about it, and for it to be a civil disagreement was likely. It was also incredibly likely that someone had it out for Kiskla herself. She was a present politician with a strong opinion and a fighting voice for her people, even if she was just an ambassafor for the Omega Protectorate, putting her in more of a senator position than a princess.