01-30-2012, 09:05 PM
Aurélie's shuttle passed with ease all of the Royal checkpoints incognito. Sneaking past a final patrol of Royalists before setting course to the Champagne anomaly in Burgundy, she makes a final check on her luggages. Enough blasters and knives to take out a battalion, and her skimpiest-yet-still-socially-appropriate-dresses, her esthetic kits.
You never are prepared enough.
Navigating through Jumpholes became a second nature to her, especially during the period which the Royalists blockaded the Core Worlds. It was a necessary skill to master to visit her estates New-Paris, after all. Without breaking a sweat, she sets course to Planet Marnes, where she was awaited.
After clearing the final Council checkpoint, she was given clearance to Marnes. Upon entering the planet,s atmosphere, she gave in a deep gasp. She hadn't seen the sights of an industrial planets in years, as she usually sends other people deal on those garbage piles instead of dirtying her own hands. She was glad to finally reach the Council's HQ on the planet: it looked much less like a dump than the rest of the planet, and much more like a 5 star resorts. Reminded her of home, even. Except home was a lifeless, cold rock with billions of credits invested inside in an attempt to turn it into something potent.
Landing nearby her rendez-vous points, she eagerly jumps out of her pod and throws her luggages at the first person coming down to greet her, not even facing theold decorated officer. "If you so please, take these to my room. And get someone to take me to Général Mazuret."
You never are prepared enough.
Navigating through Jumpholes became a second nature to her, especially during the period which the Royalists blockaded the Core Worlds. It was a necessary skill to master to visit her estates New-Paris, after all. Without breaking a sweat, she sets course to Planet Marnes, where she was awaited.
After clearing the final Council checkpoint, she was given clearance to Marnes. Upon entering the planet,s atmosphere, she gave in a deep gasp. She hadn't seen the sights of an industrial planets in years, as she usually sends other people deal on those garbage piles instead of dirtying her own hands. She was glad to finally reach the Council's HQ on the planet: it looked much less like a dump than the rest of the planet, and much more like a 5 star resorts. Reminded her of home, even. Except home was a lifeless, cold rock with billions of credits invested inside in an attempt to turn it into something potent.
Landing nearby her rendez-vous points, she eagerly jumps out of her pod and throws her luggages at the first person coming down to greet her, not even facing theold decorated officer. "If you so please, take these to my room. And get someone to take me to Général Mazuret."