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Post by kuu on Jun 29, 2019 17:59:09 GMT -5
The luxury yacht was a mere product of Nyra’s royal background. Within in the transport were striking cabins and a dining area with amazingly extravagant decorations. The walls were coated in gold and red colours, drapes with rich colours and detailed embroideries fell to the white floor, brushing against it. Polished statues stood atop table tops and soft cushions were sat on classy chairs right before hologame tables. Nyra’s private suite was the most expensive in appearance, a large bed for her own keeping amongst a large wardrobe for her royal and diplomatic attires.
The ship could hold a good number of occupants. Outside the pilot and co-pilot, travelling with her was her personal body guard, her trusted droid, fellow politicians and some of their entourages. Nyra herself was within her own suite and far from the presence of others. She was exhausted from a long day of mingling, resting on her backside and head sinking into her pillow. The HoloTV was booming but Nyra paid little attention to it, becoming merely noise in the background. With a single swoop of her finger, the silly drama was no more. She rolled onto her side, eyes drooping closed.
How much time had passed when she had drifted off into sleep was uncertain as her so-called beauty sleep was disturbed abruptly. The room was shaking, causing her to sit up from her bed in confusion, and lights not only flashed but there was a deafening sound echoing. Head whirling, groggy, she rushed out of her room, door whooshing open as her boots clicked against the floor. There was panic from some, including her droid, C6, who raised her mechanical arms in horror, uttering: “Ohnononono” repeatedly as though her wires were in a knot.
As Nyra ventured towards the cockpit, the ship seemed awry, moving left and right so dramatically that her body was slammed from one wall to another, taking all air out of her. The door to the cockpit finally slid open, revealing the back of the pilot and co-pilot’s heads, which Nyra could have sworn had nothing inside of them… or they wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with, whatever the mess was.
“What’s going on?” she said between breaths, clinging to the wall, staring at all the buttons and coordinates laid out on screens as if the answer would pop out of them. She could hear her own heart beating in her ears.
“You’re in good hands, princess,” said the co-pilot, trying to reassure a panic-stricken woman.
“It doesn’t look like it,” she said, feeling dismissed. “We are going to have to make an emergency landing somewhere.”
“Roger that.”
I didn’t ask you to roger that, she thought. Just do it and don’t take me with you into death.
The ship could hold a good number of occupants. Outside the pilot and co-pilot, travelling with her was her personal body guard, her trusted droid, fellow politicians and some of their entourages. Nyra herself was within her own suite and far from the presence of others. She was exhausted from a long day of mingling, resting on her backside and head sinking into her pillow. The HoloTV was booming but Nyra paid little attention to it, becoming merely noise in the background. With a single swoop of her finger, the silly drama was no more. She rolled onto her side, eyes drooping closed.
How much time had passed when she had drifted off into sleep was uncertain as her so-called beauty sleep was disturbed abruptly. The room was shaking, causing her to sit up from her bed in confusion, and lights not only flashed but there was a deafening sound echoing. Head whirling, groggy, she rushed out of her room, door whooshing open as her boots clicked against the floor. There was panic from some, including her droid, C6, who raised her mechanical arms in horror, uttering: “Ohnononono” repeatedly as though her wires were in a knot.
As Nyra ventured towards the cockpit, the ship seemed awry, moving left and right so dramatically that her body was slammed from one wall to another, taking all air out of her. The door to the cockpit finally slid open, revealing the back of the pilot and co-pilot’s heads, which Nyra could have sworn had nothing inside of them… or they wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with, whatever the mess was.
“What’s going on?” she said between breaths, clinging to the wall, staring at all the buttons and coordinates laid out on screens as if the answer would pop out of them. She could hear her own heart beating in her ears.
“You’re in good hands, princess,” said the co-pilot, trying to reassure a panic-stricken woman.
“It doesn’t look like it,” she said, feeling dismissed. “We are going to have to make an emergency landing somewhere.”
“Roger that.”
I didn’t ask you to roger that, she thought. Just do it and don’t take me with you into death.