A simple case of mistaken identity

[That's So Wizard]

Ah, Prazhi! The planet without a backbone! Not enough misguided conviction to join the Republic and not enough ambition to join the Sith. It was only natural for Viula to look upon it's surface with contempt; after all, while weapons were restricted on the planets surface, the Force theoretically was not. With a flick of her hand she could cut down nearly any being on that measly little rock and that sense of power gave her so much gratification. Enough that she rested her head back on her throne with a smile, drinking in the tension that was palpable even in low orbit.

Her yacht had been such a source of comfort to her in these miserably boring times. Being able to relax with a few guests, enjoying drinks and a well cooked meal was just such a lovely feeling, especially with the case of Alderaanian wine she had just had shipped. What a taste of home it was! A home she hadn't been to in decades.

So there she was, sipping her wine, staring at the looming planet through her massive viewport on the observation deck as the ship slowly cruised towards the neutral landing zone. She hummed a song; slow tempo, almost a lullaby. It was a song her mother had sang to her when she was a child, a song she taken to humming during idle moments when she had to focus her thoughts. A song that had been her only true companion when she had been trapped on that miserable unknown planet all those years ago.

A surge of anger as the thoughts of that place took her again, forcing her to hurl the glass across the deck with a shriek of pure, intense hatred. A few of the crew shivered and typed faster on their consoles. They were used to such outbursts but it didn't make it any easier to deal with. She could go from the happiest woman in the world to the angriest in half a second and they knew that many, many crew members had suffered as a result, often for a long time. "Miriam, darling! We require your services for clean-up on the observation deck." Her voice was strained and tired, as if that little spark of fury had taken a lot out of her physically.

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The hangar was a dull place. Dusty, dingy, no real decoration to speak of. This was supposed to be a neutral landing zone, of course. For spacers looking to refuel or pick up food before a long journey home, this was a haven. To Viula, it was a dump. She turned her nose up at it immediately after she stepped forth from her yacht, her attendants following close behind in their green silk robes. Echani twins; a curious pair she'd 'acquired' on Nar Shaddaa on holiday. Lovely ladies, so bright and kind. So obedient.

She moved forward, cloak flowing behind her and her shimmering horned helm of aurodium casting a striking presence. All would know of her magnificence. None would be left without witnessing her beauty and grace. Heels gave a metallic clicking against the durasteel flooring as Viula made her way towards the speeders; she had an appointment at the embassy she had to keep after all!

[Ash]

Corellian Engineered Starships were truly some of the best crafts in the galaxy and nothing would change Sebastian's mind. However even they had to get work done sometimes. Seb's personal shuttle, personal being a perspective as it was still the Republics shuttle, was getting some minor work done in a large hanger, enough for a dozen shuttles around the same size as his, to fly in and out and have room. With Prazhi so busy as of late, both Republic and Sith shuttles were sitting around, either just landing or prepping to fly out on whatever duties they had.

"Hey dad, you gonna do anything besides sit over there or are you gonna give us a hand?"

A young woman with a vibrant streak of pink going through her hair and into her short ponytail poked her head around a landing strut, dark eyes on the man who was leaning against a shipping crate idly smoking a cigar. The two mechanics with her barely acknowledged how the young Lieutenant spoke to one of the Republics top Admirals. Seb chuckled a little, blowing out a stream of smoke from his mouth and nose.

"You're the mechanic one, Ms. Pilot. Besides, its a simple broken actuator. You don't need your old man to push it closed, emptying the fluids into the reservoir and making it easier to pull out."

The two mechanics perked up slightly, looking at Seb with a smile on their faces before getting back to work. Apparently that idea never came to anyone, or they were instructed how to do it a different way. As long as they...


Nope. Senna Terrik yelped and jumped back as the mechanics yelled and scrambled to clamp the tube, which began to liberally squirt out fluids onto them. Even Senna got some on her flight suit. Sebastian just laughed.

"Clamp the hose end as well or, well... Gravity and stuff. That was a problem for the earlier generation of this line of shuttles. You'll get it down soon."

Seb was still chuckling as an Imperial shuttle came in for a landing and quickly let out its occupants. It now taking his interest, Seb watched what was going on.