Isobel Brandt \\ Persephone (praxidike) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-04-03 15:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: naboo, issan ren, xiria orion |
the storm will pass
Who: Xiria Orion & Issan Ren.
What: Issan reports to Ambassador Orion on Naboo.
When: Following this.
Where: First Order offices on Naboo.
Rating: TBD.
It had been a short trip from Kylo Ren's ship back to Naboo; Issan felt as though she were moving through a revolving door of the same locations these past few weeks. Something in her craved the variety that used to be at her fingertips before the First Order's leash tied her to their whims. She did her best to not chafe against her restraints as she disembarked the unnamed vessel provided to her by the Order and back onto Naboo soil. The first step back onto the ground had her pausing for a moment, her eyes closing as she breathed in the planet's fresh air. It cleansed her of the difficulties of the past few days, or at least unmoored her mind from the worries that had plagued her. She would be free to concentrate on the matter at hand. She remembered Glasya's words -- we must act contrite -- and readied herself for whatever new assignment was about to be handed down to her.
Consulting her holoreader, Issan quickly located the offices Xiria had procured for the knights. Passing through the door of the one allotted to her, she flicked the lights on in the darkened room; First Order officers were probably assigned to locations that had already been adopted by their respective knights. Issan took a quick inventory, letting her eyes linger over the somewhat dusty interior; empty bottoles lined shelves, dressers full of small drawers, and a counter space with a glass case filled out the majority of the room. It was clear the place had been an apothecary or some such similiar storefront. The idea piqued Issan's curiosity, and she moved further into the store, reaching out a pale hand to run across the wooden counter. In another time and place, she could have seen herself in such a locale; with her mother and aunt, it would be a good business. Smaller dreams for a smaller age, ones that Issan didn't give time to for long.
She heard the door open and close behind her; turning, her dark robes making her seem larger and birdlike, she cast her gaze toward the blond ambassador. Issan fixed a smile to her face.
"Xiria. It's not often enough that we get a chance to speak with just each other. The Order needs more of a feminine touch, wouldn't you say?"