Thread: OF EMERALD & HOPE: A Star Wars Saga [HopefulRebel x Temptationist]

Empress Ka'leria - You come here in such blaphemous attire. I interrupted her before she could even so much as make a proper statement. She had just rushed in to the room, gowned from head to toe in Kaspian military attire. Above all else, she saw herself as a soldier , even on the most religious and festive of holy days. She tried to defend by begging for my attention, Empress, let me expl- Kom'ander Typhonis ! I interjected once again. Typhonis instantly fell to her knees, as did the slew of soldiers who followed her lead. Bowing her head to me, she moved the thick dread locks of her hair to one side to reveal her tattoo . Her soldiers followed suit, bearing the same crystal-like emblem no bigger than an inch wide at their necks. It was a symbol of our people, our religion, and our divinity. However, not even the standard practice of worship and greeting would cool the fire in my eyes. You will bring the man to me. I exclaimed, silencing her for once and for all. Her eyes widened as I made my demand. Typhonis had not even had the chance to alert me of an invasion, let alone a mystery man. Yet here I stood with that knowledge already implanted in my head. She underestimated my power, and that was the true insult. For hours she had held this foreigner the Tower of Kaspia . For hours she operated outside the level of her capability. She thought she could handle this on her own and keep such affairs a secret from me. But she was wrong . Sensing her resistance, I reiterated. That is an order , Kom'ander. She slowly rose to her feet, slowly nodding her head in agreement. Hey flighter junkie! A guard, this time male, would shout to the prisoner. You're being transferred. He exclaimed, opening the energy-generated laser bars of the stone and steel prison. Although the tower and structure was clearly aged and ancient, the technological advances of our species allowed for contrasting upgrades. You will not speak a word. Kom'ander Typhonis, now without helmet to her head, would command. Our highness is unhappy with your arrival, so you will speak only when spoken to. Fastening the handcuffs to your wrists, her dark eyes were cold, and demeaning. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Dameron? Her and her soldiers, an ambiguous mixture of masked men and women, escorted you through the sacred halls to an Aviator Flight Fighter A-FF unit of our kind. The spaceship was sophisticated in its armory, bearing the resemblance to an animal than more of a machine. Although it was made to seem just hours ago that this so-called highness resided within these four castle walls, the reality was far different. The ruler of these lands did not reside in the sacred castle, but rather, in a territory far, far away. The ship traveled far and wide, though at exponentially fast speeds. It still allowed for enough calmness to relish in the beautiful sight. Upon acres and acres of greenery was fresh water, waterfalls, lush jungles and mountainous wonders. The ship followed the edge of a major dip in terrain, a rim to the territory referred to by soldiers as the Edge of Eternity . It would take just a half hour before the A-FF dipped over the Edge of Eternity, coming to a steep nose-dive over the waterfall. Gaining extraordinary speed in its dive, the ship fell for thousands of miles before reaching jungle territory again. As the green came to vision once more, the pilot a female, brought the machine to level with the ground and began to cruise. It would take only a few more minutes before the true palace, one of wonder and botany, would come to life. These are the Sacred Grounds . Kom'ander Typhonis would announce. If any of your fighters ever enter within a 100 mile radius of this territory, we will perceive it as a suicide a death sentence . Any military machinery, aside from authorized vehicles, were strictly forbidden in this perimeter. The A-FF ship would come to a hover over the top of the grass-filled steps. Without having to come to a full landing, the pilot kept the plane steady as soldiers unloaded from the lowered ramp. Kom'ander Typhonis lead the group, as per usual. And the same male guard, nearly 7 feet in height, escorted you from the aircraft and out on to the Sacred Grounds. Against all of her wishes, military expertise, and even deepest instincts, Typhonis was forced to bring you here. She was following my strict orders, but hated them all the same. She lead you through the many halls of the palace, one that was lavish with decorations and wealth. There was the hint of music and festivities that echoed throughout the empty halls. Something more than mere monarchy and negotiations was happening in this palace. Among it's maze-like structure, there were thousands and thousands of citizens dressed in gowns and traditional Kaspian cultural attire, indulging in the festivities of the most holy of days - Day of Resurrection. However, Typhonis did not bring you to the festival, nor the center ballroom hosting most of the party. Instead, she lead you far from the people, the sound of music and entertainment fading with every step. It would take nearly 20 minutes of walking before you reached the designated area. The throne room was breath-taking in its architectural design. From the the engravings and paintings on the walls, to the landscaping and columns by the walls. It was a sight to see - a beauty not all planets in the galactic shared. Despite the throne being placed center stage by the arched columns at the the wide-open dome, there was no man who sat in it. It would take several minutes of approaching of walking the long polished tile floors before you were close enough to see... something . A pinch of white fabric that poked out from the sides of the throne. Something, or someone, was standing behind there. As you were guided to the bottom of the stairs, you were forced to kneel, as did the soldiers and even Kom'ander Typhonis. They showed their necks to me, in traditional fashion, bearing the symbol of Kaspia tattooed on their necks. It would take only a moment for me to reveal myself, stepping aside from the back of the throne to finally lock eyes with this... intruder. Adorned in an exuberant white lace gown, I bore only a simple bronze crown on my head. Taking slow steps forward, my hidden shoes clapped against the tile, echoing in the empty room with every step I took. Looking up to me, Kom'ander Typhonis came to a stand. Empress Ka'leria Ka'la of Emerald City and Kaspia . Empress. Not Emperor. It wasn't a male Emperor Lucian as highness, it was me a woman . Empress Ka'leria. Commander Poe Dameron . My voice was soft, yet assertive. I spoke Basic with a foreign, exotic accent, much like the rest of my people. I knew you simply by name. But now I know you by face. Taking frightful steps closer, Typhonis swallowed her tongue - unable to express her dislike for just how close I was willing to get to a foreigner. But her opinions didn't matter to me. I descended the stairs until I met floor-ground, coming face-to-face with you on your knees. Stand , Commander. I want to look into your eyes .