Post by Celeste Mason on Jul 18, 2017 19:59:41 GMT -5
Naboo- Theed Palace
The Princess of Theed stood at the top of the staircase, observing her guests as they arrived. Important people, all of them. Important to her goals and important to the Empire. Celeste would need their approval if she were to attempt the next step of her plans.
Naboo had been without leadership for too long, since the... untimely death of the last Queen. She intended to correct that.
For the sake of Naboo, of course.
This particular celebration was in honor of the Empire, Naboo's 'saviors', the heroes that exposed the Jedi order for what it truly was and even extended it's protection to the poor, innocent, naive citizens of the planet. Something to be celebrated, indeed.
Dressed in the colors of the Naboo royal crest, Celeste swept down the stairway, moving with ease and purpose. Tonight would go perfectly. It had to. She'd spent far too many credits and time on this event to have it messed up for her.
The door of a luxury speeder opened. The waning light dipped into the speeder partially revealing a well dressed man. Who was the next guest? Two palace guards watched curiously. The two that stood at the stairs that lay below the palace doors. It did not seem like an ominous situation. However they still remained alert.
The man step out and if the two guards could stand any straighter they would have. Their expression was one of excitement and nervousness. The two guards were young and an enlisted rank, just a couple of young corporals. They happened to be looking at a decorated retired Fleet Admiral. Not just any Imperial Admiral. This was Garith Darkhold. A man who lead by example and did not always gave orders behind his troops. He had been well known for leading troop ground skirmishes as well as Fleet engagements. Garith gained respect a long time ago by taking risk with his troops rather than letting them take the entire burden.
He maybe older now and retired but Garith nodded to the two young soldiers. Walking over to the guards Garith had this smirk. For once having a lofty title he seemed friendly and not unapproachable. The two younger men were still nervous. Staying with tradition the two men saluted. They were still soldiers and Garith in their minds were their senior.
Garith in kind saluted back, even if he by rights did not have to. “At ease gentlemen”, his commanding strength could be heard but the grin Garith wore gave a softer tone to the command. The two men immediately in a more relax stance but remained at attention. They were still on duty and at a post that respect. The command to be at ease was a figurative order. It just simply meant they did not have to salute anymore.
Still Garith saluted when he did not have to. He could have just done like most men of his rank and just walked by without saying a word. The two soldiers most certainly noticed that. “Carry on”, Garith nodded to the two men, and then started to walk up the stairs. It was actions such as this and in the past running into battle with his troops that still garnered him so much respect still. Well part of the reason.
After walking through the double doors and into the palace, to his right there was a man. “Sir”, the man said with a thick accent of some noble snobbery. Garith right eye brow rose looking at the butler or whatever you call a servant that announces guests that have just come through the door, “Your name please?”
Indifference would be the word Garith could be feeling when he looked at the man. “Retired Fleet Admiral Garith Darkhold”, the man was about to announce him but Garith placed his hand upon the man’s arm.
Astonish the man turned back around to Garith. “They do have Corellian whiskey here, right”, Garith asked. It was a serious question for him but the other man smiled as if Garith was jesting. “Yes Fleet Admiral Darkhold. There is plenty whiskey here”, the man though Garith was just jesting. Of course there was whiskey and other drinks. He just believe the Admiral already knew and was just being silly while being friendly. “My I introduce you know M’Lord”, the butler man asked.
“Sure”, Garith shrugged his shoulders, “Why not.”
The butler turned back about and spoke out. “The Honorable Retired Fleet Admiral Garith Darkhold of the Imperial Empire”, The Butler continued to speak. He started to mention the campaigns Garith had been in starting from the last and was continuing down. He had gotten to the fourth campaign when Garith patted the butler on the shoulder, just like they were best friends at the bar. “They get the idea Gibes”, smiling Garith nodded to the butler and waved to everyone. Then he just simply walked in and started to mingle.
It had seemed almost a life time ago that for a better term for it Ruro had been rotated from field work to something. Well more normal duty as that of part of escort squad provides secondary defense security for the proceeding of the day. That of which as far he'd gather from the debriefing was a celebration to honor the empire for their liberation of Theeds from the tyranny of the so called falls heroes that was the Jedi and their hoards.
At which case stop briefly to reach up to adjust the collar of his uniform shirt. Which for him had not been something he'd been accustom to wear. But just the same his order was to be here and that was what he was aiming to do.