Post by Garrek Kanos on May 13, 2022 16:05:04 GMT -8
Approaching the Temple's anterior landing area, Garrek tapped his hand against the top edge of the padded seat, beckoning Seven to him. The droid obediently scampered back over to him as the shuttle descended to the glossy floor. Under the grandiose awning of the Temple's anterior, Faye's demeanor had notably changed back to the inflection she used when first greeting him. The contrast succinctly revealed to Garrek that there was indeed a personable young woman kept neatly tucked away for particular appearances. He hinted an indirect smile cocked on his lip, barely noticeable as he was still taking in the lavish style of intricately masoned stone.
"...Dank Ferrik. This sounds...beyond comfortable." he thought.
Piping up in inquisitive excitement, hyper tones ascended from Seven as he peered over his master's shoulder to Faye's remark.
Meanwhile, Garrek, while impressed and grateful, also had a neighboring thought, "...hehe. 'Approved.' That's cute." Although, it wasn't like Garrek felt the need to sap everyone out in the Temple; but Seven could breach firewalls, reroute subroutines, and concoct multi-faceted matrices in re-encryption algorithms, thanks to his Rodian outlaw-tech friend Terk. Terk gave Seven all the latest definitions and drivers capable of making most any computer and security system an open-table smorgasbord.
As they rounded the gaping pillar bordering the entry to the main landing area, the simple glory of the masoned hallways branching off to each wing, arched paned windows, and flawlessly reflective marble flooring, their footsteps were almost melodic in the resounding echoes. The atmosphere was as charming as it was warm, with the chandeliers' golden aura basking the red and pink stone inlays. As they began traversing about the vast interior, officials and statesmen, and especially the guards, gave Garrek an acknowledging nod. He felt a particular appreciation from them, either in comradery or kinship, or gratefulness that he was there. One in particular they both walked by emanated a sense of awe that he saw a Jedi stride by in arm's reach. He tried getting a glimpse of the saber, but the black outer robe draping over Garrek's body did too good of a job concealing it from sight as the teal-hooded woman led him away.
The statues of past monarchs, with feminine deities bearing over them just below the cleft of the arching ceiling intrigued Garrek, as his views on the hierarchy of the supernatural were starkly different, but the talent of the masonry never ceased to amaze him. If he was going to butt heads with politicians, at least he'll live lavishly while doing it.
"Excellent. Biometrics are good." he thought to himself as she continued.
Knowing Garrek could roam as freely as his curiosity saw fit wasn't what he expected, but he was nonetheless grateful for it. Did that mean the throne room was as accessible to him as the dining hall was? Heh. These robes 'do' offer perks in the right places, it seemed.
As Garrek processed the information she was giving him, he extended his hand out to the hand-sized translucent pad so it could receive his prints. "Meals are made to my liking...delivered for my convenience..." Something triggered inside of him that he didn't expect on this trip. It was a paradox he was self-aware of, having grown up in a family where everything was provided for him if he simply ask. Until he enrolled in the Academy, responsibility and assertiveness seemed to elude him. Rhulk was sure to help instill in him the drive to be self-sufficient and resourceful, in ways that Garrek could learn to trust himself over time. Whether he would take entire advantage of this level of service offered to him had yet to be seen.
Just a moment before the door to his chamber slid open, Faye's slight hesitation didn't go unnoticed.
Wow. Homegirl gave him the digits. Garrek had to stop himself on that train, though. He was considered an ambassador. She was an official envoy - a cornerstone for his stay. While two things could be true at the same time, he decided to shelf his thoughts, as he found them to scurry about rather quickly in such a short amount of time. Her warm smile came not a moment too late, as it helped him level out. His reply was cordial and sincere, "Absolutely, m'lady. Your hospitality has well surpassed my expectations." It was his turn to be dignified, giving a formal bow before her, the edge of his crown level to her nose, and back again. He gave one last look to her face under the hood, far more intentional than the glances before, as to capture more of her distinct features. This was more out of respect rather than curiosity. Slightly bronze-toned skin. Immaculately youthful complexion - the type Garrek wasn't sure if she needed much contour to portray. Deep soft eyes balanced by a flawlessly linear brow, and what strands of darker spruce-wooden hair framed her neck accented the pleasant shadow under a young firm jawline. She couldn't have been a day over twenty-four. Garrek knew and felt that beauty in places like this was as utilized as it was appreciated. There was a person under that hood, and because Garrek was still relatively unfamiliar with the inner workings of the culture...well, he wanted her to know he saw her, for whatever that may be worth. "Seven and I express our thanks to you and Her Majesty."
The hyper-active droid dismounted from Garrek's back, his little metal bipedal balance flaps echoing on the marble stone as he stepped around to look up at Faye. Perking his head with an affirming two-toned whistle, it was like he was patiently waiting to bolt into the room, but still had a sense of decorum for their host.
Faye bore her teeth under her hood in joyful response to the droid, her melodic laugh singing once more before glancing over the threshold of the room once more.
Garrek nodded, "Certainly. Again, thank you." he heard Seven's servos twitching below him.
As his master looked down at him, Seven's head twitched from his master, to Faye, to his master...to Faye...
Garrek huffed in amusement, shaking his head, and finally gesturing a wave of his hand towards the door. "Alright! Get in there, ya little wizard...geez!"
Without missing a beat, his gaze locked on the door and he bolted past their feet. All they could hear was whirs, whinnies, and tiny hydraulics moving around the room. Garrek looked at Faye with raised eyebrows, shook his head in a soft chuckle and bid her temporary adieu. "I'll see you tonight."
She curtsied again before she stepped off, and the door shut behind him.
The suite was indeed spacious. Sweetly spacious. The walls were comprised of sandstone, meaning any ambient light would be immediately absorbed and reflected back with warmth. The floors were the same polished marble as the outside hall, but the main differing element was the tapered red carpet that was cut to the shape of the room, leaving about two feet from its edge to each wall of uncovered stone. The suite itself was shaped arcing along the edge of the Palace as a segment of the larger circle. Pillars lined the inward arcing perimeter along the threshold, stepping out to the balcony overlooking one of the grandest garden plazas he had ever had the pleasure of beholding. Trees symmetrically placed, tucked neatly into borders of meticulously trimmed bushes, which bore vibrant red, pink, and lavender flowers speckling the verdant shade of green. Lanes of mosaic geometry were tread on leisurely by other visitors, but the off-world governing officials were easy to pick out, as they kept themselves and their own sporadically spaced from others amongst the vast courtyard. The bubbling waterways beneath the Palace could be seen and heard under the arching bridges, also symmetrically spaced off all four quadrants of the plaza. And lastly, the fountain dead center of the garden had stone slabs to sit on about it. Yet another statue of a goddess stood with an arm and her gaze reached to the heavens, her other hand outstretched to the space beneath her, as if to continually beckon the universe for the peace the garden would hope to perpetuate.
He allowed himself to take a deep breath of the fresh day air. It was already around noon now. He landed at 1100 hours. The sun was hitting everything in just the right way to accentuate the deep colors of royalty this planet was famous for. He couldn't have picked a more picturesque day to arrive. Not a rain cloud in sight.
Garrek's bedroom was on the right wall of the main suite, as well as his refresher room. And what was this room off to the left? Ignoring Seven's constant wooing behind him, he strode to the door, thumbing the release outside the door frame, and it hissed open to reveal a distinctly familiar vibe to that of the Median Chamber back at the Enclave. Four plasteel stilts, one rising from each vector from the center block, capped with lumen-sensitive rings, meant to respond and react to particular ebbs of aural energy. And while the pad the occupant was to sit on was the same as those used at the Enclave, the chiseled sandstone piece it sat atop of was tapered with grooves along the outer edges and down the height of it. Everything about this place was designed. Natural light came into the room from the circular paned skylight atop the domed antechamber, and two triangular light fixtures were stationed at two 45-degree angles from the center pad for night time.
Seven scurried into the room, peeking about insatiably.
"Well, buddy." he turned back to the main room, looking at the desk Faye had mentioned prior, "Guess this is home for us for a while. Think you'll survive?" he walked over to it, noticing the datapad faithfully placed atop the corner. And right behind the desk, against the outer wall of Garrek's adjacent bedroom, was the charging station and data terminal Faye had mentioned. Garrek looked around the room, "...Seven."
His droid's head then tilted out from behind the doorframe of his bedroom. ::wee-boop?:: How he got from the meditation chamber all the way to the bedroom so quickly was beyond Garrek.
"Jack in. Do your thing." Garrek turned away from the wall, confident his companion was going to do what was expected while he glossed through the datapad Faye had prepared for him.
Seven buzzed his way to the terminal, hunkered down, and out spat a spoked jack, insert snugly into the port in the terminal. Seven was immediately looking for firewalls, anywhere he could find them, just to get his bearings in the local network. If Garrek needed something found or done, familiarity with a vast network goes a long way. Anything from event scheduling, manifests of cargo incoming, shuttle arrival and departures....to security guard detail and rotations, the names of said guards, dignitary locations in the Palace, or possibly personal details regarding Her Majesty's chosen cabinet. If things were kept under lock and key, Seven would know which routes to go and get them faster.
As the droid whirred away, Garrek went into his bedroom, finally. The bed was...huge. Most anything compared to his full-twin mattress at the Enclave would be large in comparison, but damn. The red comforter and cream-white sheets underneath could have been fit for a king in a third-world planet. The paned window on the left side of the room adjacent to the balcony outside could be blinded shut with a panel conveniently placed on the hand-crafted cherry wooden nightstand in arm's reach. The ceiling was all arched from the wall adjacent to the outer hall from whence he came, up to the outer tresses of the balcony. So much real estate for one man and his droid.
As he raised an eyebrow, he thought "...Thankfully, this Queen seems to like and appreciate what we stand for." but he knew since he was beckoned here, there were opposing views and ideas being contended over. Freedoms being threatened. The head of tyranny beginning to rear its ugly head yet once again. If he was to be an ambassador of peace, he would need to found himself in it. He could hear the voice of his master in the general ambience of his head. Nothing distinctly said, but a relative urgency of choosing internal peace to perpetuate an external practice was what he was then motivated towards.
While he was indeed getting hungry, he found that filling his gut with physical sustenance when he has been granted an unction to engage in spiritual fulfillment, immediately proved meditation not impossible, but less fruitful.
Entering the meditation chamber, Garrek removed his black outer robe, revealing his traditional Jedi tabards to be sleeveless. He plopped it on the loveseat sitting just outside the doorway. It was much cooler in temperate climates, and the sunlight coming into the room from above did a decent job of warming the space up anyways. Situating himself onto the pad was almost overwhelmingly easier than sinking all the way down to the floor level with the rest of his classmates. This one was risen on a pedestal just below waist level. Garrek made a mental note to try and not get used to it as he crossed his legs, straightened his back, and took his first breath inward...although that would prove difficult, he admitted.
All the thoughts, whirring about, wouldn't do, especially before meeting Queen Silara.
As her feet touched ground back at the palace, Faye’s enigmatic handmaiden mask fell back into place, though her voice remained just as friendly and musical. “We’ve placed you in one of our extended stay suites for now,” she explained as she nodded a thank you to their pilot and led Knight Kanos and his companion into the building. “They consist of a small parlor, half kitchenette and office, with a spacious bedroom, balcony and adjacent refresher."
"...Dank Ferrik. This sounds...beyond comfortable." he thought.
I’m sure Seven will appreciate the droid cleaning and charging station off the closets. There’s a port there for quick access to the holonet and any approved information Seven desires. I think you two will have plenty of space for yourselves.”
Piping up in inquisitive excitement, hyper tones ascended from Seven as he peered over his master's shoulder to Faye's remark.
Meanwhile, Garrek, while impressed and grateful, also had a neighboring thought, "...hehe. 'Approved.' That's cute." Although, it wasn't like Garrek felt the need to sap everyone out in the Temple; but Seven could breach firewalls, reroute subroutines, and concoct multi-faceted matrices in re-encryption algorithms, thanks to his Rodian outlaw-tech friend Terk. Terk gave Seven all the latest definitions and drivers capable of making most any computer and security system an open-table smorgasbord.
As they rounded the gaping pillar bordering the entry to the main landing area, the simple glory of the masoned hallways branching off to each wing, arched paned windows, and flawlessly reflective marble flooring, their footsteps were almost melodic in the resounding echoes. The atmosphere was as charming as it was warm, with the chandeliers' golden aura basking the red and pink stone inlays. As they began traversing about the vast interior, officials and statesmen, and especially the guards, gave Garrek an acknowledging nod. He felt a particular appreciation from them, either in comradery or kinship, or gratefulness that he was there. One in particular they both walked by emanated a sense of awe that he saw a Jedi stride by in arm's reach. He tried getting a glimpse of the saber, but the black outer robe draping over Garrek's body did too good of a job concealing it from sight as the teal-hooded woman led him away.
The statues of past monarchs, with feminine deities bearing over them just below the cleft of the arching ceiling intrigued Garrek, as his views on the hierarchy of the supernatural were starkly different, but the talent of the masonry never ceased to amaze him. If he was going to butt heads with politicians, at least he'll live lavishly while doing it.
“Here we are.” Faye nodded at the guard stationed outside the door, and he moved away to patrol the hallways as he usually did. “The lock will be keyed to your biometrics,” she explained, gesturing to the handpad next to the entrance.
"Excellent. Biometrics are good." he thought to himself as she continued.
With care for her tone, she managed to avoid sounding like a tour guide. “Guards patrol the hallways day and night, you are free to move about the castle as you see fit, a map of Theed and a list of helpful staff commlink frequencies are on the datapad provided on your desk.”
Knowing Garrek could roam as freely as his curiosity saw fit wasn't what he expected, but he was nonetheless grateful for it. Did that mean the throne room was as accessible to him as the dining hall was? Heh. These robes 'do' offer perks in the right places, it seemed.
She stepped aside so he might set his lock and enter his rooms, though she would not follow him inside. “Meals are made to your liking and delivered to your rooms at your convenience, though there are many noteworthy restaurants in Theed should you grow tired of your quarters.”
As Garrek processed the information she was giving him, he extended his hand out to the hand-sized translucent pad so it could receive his prints. "Meals are made to my liking...delivered for my convenience..." Something triggered inside of him that he didn't expect on this trip. It was a paradox he was self-aware of, having grown up in a family where everything was provided for him if he simply ask. Until he enrolled in the Academy, responsibility and assertiveness seemed to elude him. Rhulk was sure to help instill in him the drive to be self-sufficient and resourceful, in ways that Garrek could learn to trust himself over time. Whether he would take entire advantage of this level of service offered to him had yet to be seen.
Just a moment before the door to his chamber slid open, Faye's slight hesitation didn't go unnoticed.
Faye hesitated just a little. “I’ve added my personal commlink frequency to the datapad, should you require anything else.” She offered a small smile under the shadow of her hood. “I’ll be sure to check in on you from time to time. Is everything satisfactory?”
Wow. Homegirl gave him the digits. Garrek had to stop himself on that train, though. He was considered an ambassador. She was an official envoy - a cornerstone for his stay. While two things could be true at the same time, he decided to shelf his thoughts, as he found them to scurry about rather quickly in such a short amount of time. Her warm smile came not a moment too late, as it helped him level out. His reply was cordial and sincere, "Absolutely, m'lady. Your hospitality has well surpassed my expectations." It was his turn to be dignified, giving a formal bow before her, the edge of his crown level to her nose, and back again. He gave one last look to her face under the hood, far more intentional than the glances before, as to capture more of her distinct features. This was more out of respect rather than curiosity. Slightly bronze-toned skin. Immaculately youthful complexion - the type Garrek wasn't sure if she needed much contour to portray. Deep soft eyes balanced by a flawlessly linear brow, and what strands of darker spruce-wooden hair framed her neck accented the pleasant shadow under a young firm jawline. She couldn't have been a day over twenty-four. Garrek knew and felt that beauty in places like this was as utilized as it was appreciated. There was a person under that hood, and because Garrek was still relatively unfamiliar with the inner workings of the culture...well, he wanted her to know he saw her, for whatever that may be worth. "Seven and I express our thanks to you and Her Majesty."
The hyper-active droid dismounted from Garrek's back, his little metal bipedal balance flaps echoing on the marble stone as he stepped around to look up at Faye. Perking his head with an affirming two-toned whistle, it was like he was patiently waiting to bolt into the room, but still had a sense of decorum for their host.
Faye bore her teeth under her hood in joyful response to the droid, her melodic laugh singing once more before glancing over the threshold of the room once more.
“I realize your meeting with the Queen isn’t for a few hours, I shall return to collect you then, if it pleases you.”
Garrek nodded, "Certainly. Again, thank you." he heard Seven's servos twitching below him.
As his master looked down at him, Seven's head twitched from his master, to Faye, to his master...to Faye...
Garrek huffed in amusement, shaking his head, and finally gesturing a wave of his hand towards the door. "Alright! Get in there, ya little wizard...geez!"
Without missing a beat, his gaze locked on the door and he bolted past their feet. All they could hear was whirs, whinnies, and tiny hydraulics moving around the room. Garrek looked at Faye with raised eyebrows, shook his head in a soft chuckle and bid her temporary adieu. "I'll see you tonight."
She curtsied again before she stepped off, and the door shut behind him.
The suite was indeed spacious. Sweetly spacious. The walls were comprised of sandstone, meaning any ambient light would be immediately absorbed and reflected back with warmth. The floors were the same polished marble as the outside hall, but the main differing element was the tapered red carpet that was cut to the shape of the room, leaving about two feet from its edge to each wall of uncovered stone. The suite itself was shaped arcing along the edge of the Palace as a segment of the larger circle. Pillars lined the inward arcing perimeter along the threshold, stepping out to the balcony overlooking one of the grandest garden plazas he had ever had the pleasure of beholding. Trees symmetrically placed, tucked neatly into borders of meticulously trimmed bushes, which bore vibrant red, pink, and lavender flowers speckling the verdant shade of green. Lanes of mosaic geometry were tread on leisurely by other visitors, but the off-world governing officials were easy to pick out, as they kept themselves and their own sporadically spaced from others amongst the vast courtyard. The bubbling waterways beneath the Palace could be seen and heard under the arching bridges, also symmetrically spaced off all four quadrants of the plaza. And lastly, the fountain dead center of the garden had stone slabs to sit on about it. Yet another statue of a goddess stood with an arm and her gaze reached to the heavens, her other hand outstretched to the space beneath her, as if to continually beckon the universe for the peace the garden would hope to perpetuate.
He allowed himself to take a deep breath of the fresh day air. It was already around noon now. He landed at 1100 hours. The sun was hitting everything in just the right way to accentuate the deep colors of royalty this planet was famous for. He couldn't have picked a more picturesque day to arrive. Not a rain cloud in sight.
Garrek's bedroom was on the right wall of the main suite, as well as his refresher room. And what was this room off to the left? Ignoring Seven's constant wooing behind him, he strode to the door, thumbing the release outside the door frame, and it hissed open to reveal a distinctly familiar vibe to that of the Median Chamber back at the Enclave. Four plasteel stilts, one rising from each vector from the center block, capped with lumen-sensitive rings, meant to respond and react to particular ebbs of aural energy. And while the pad the occupant was to sit on was the same as those used at the Enclave, the chiseled sandstone piece it sat atop of was tapered with grooves along the outer edges and down the height of it. Everything about this place was designed. Natural light came into the room from the circular paned skylight atop the domed antechamber, and two triangular light fixtures were stationed at two 45-degree angles from the center pad for night time.
Seven scurried into the room, peeking about insatiably.
"Well, buddy." he turned back to the main room, looking at the desk Faye had mentioned prior, "Guess this is home for us for a while. Think you'll survive?" he walked over to it, noticing the datapad faithfully placed atop the corner. And right behind the desk, against the outer wall of Garrek's adjacent bedroom, was the charging station and data terminal Faye had mentioned. Garrek looked around the room, "...Seven."
His droid's head then tilted out from behind the doorframe of his bedroom. ::wee-boop?:: How he got from the meditation chamber all the way to the bedroom so quickly was beyond Garrek.
"Jack in. Do your thing." Garrek turned away from the wall, confident his companion was going to do what was expected while he glossed through the datapad Faye had prepared for him.
Seven buzzed his way to the terminal, hunkered down, and out spat a spoked jack, insert snugly into the port in the terminal. Seven was immediately looking for firewalls, anywhere he could find them, just to get his bearings in the local network. If Garrek needed something found or done, familiarity with a vast network goes a long way. Anything from event scheduling, manifests of cargo incoming, shuttle arrival and departures....to security guard detail and rotations, the names of said guards, dignitary locations in the Palace, or possibly personal details regarding Her Majesty's chosen cabinet. If things were kept under lock and key, Seven would know which routes to go and get them faster.
As the droid whirred away, Garrek went into his bedroom, finally. The bed was...huge. Most anything compared to his full-twin mattress at the Enclave would be large in comparison, but damn. The red comforter and cream-white sheets underneath could have been fit for a king in a third-world planet. The paned window on the left side of the room adjacent to the balcony outside could be blinded shut with a panel conveniently placed on the hand-crafted cherry wooden nightstand in arm's reach. The ceiling was all arched from the wall adjacent to the outer hall from whence he came, up to the outer tresses of the balcony. So much real estate for one man and his droid.
As he raised an eyebrow, he thought "...Thankfully, this Queen seems to like and appreciate what we stand for." but he knew since he was beckoned here, there were opposing views and ideas being contended over. Freedoms being threatened. The head of tyranny beginning to rear its ugly head yet once again. If he was to be an ambassador of peace, he would need to found himself in it. He could hear the voice of his master in the general ambience of his head. Nothing distinctly said, but a relative urgency of choosing internal peace to perpetuate an external practice was what he was then motivated towards.
While he was indeed getting hungry, he found that filling his gut with physical sustenance when he has been granted an unction to engage in spiritual fulfillment, immediately proved meditation not impossible, but less fruitful.
Entering the meditation chamber, Garrek removed his black outer robe, revealing his traditional Jedi tabards to be sleeveless. He plopped it on the loveseat sitting just outside the doorway. It was much cooler in temperate climates, and the sunlight coming into the room from above did a decent job of warming the space up anyways. Situating himself onto the pad was almost overwhelmingly easier than sinking all the way down to the floor level with the rest of his classmates. This one was risen on a pedestal just below waist level. Garrek made a mental note to try and not get used to it as he crossed his legs, straightened his back, and took his first breath inward...although that would prove difficult, he admitted.
All the thoughts, whirring about, wouldn't do, especially before meeting Queen Silara.
