Mdharra Ceergorra
Jul 31st, 2010, 09:29:18 PM
Shortly before I Am Become Death (http://www.sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?t=21150)
The nightsong of clawhoppers and nala tree frogs filled the branches of the bayyossa trees as Commander Mdharra Ceergorra emerged from the speeder cab onto the street. Surrounding her was a neighborhood of small but elegant villas perched on a hill overlooking the sprawling city of Kreeto'kreessaarra'saanja, whose towers and domes flamed red-gold in the waning light. For someone born and raised on the quiet agri-world of Fey'dann, there was no denying the regal grandeur of the motherworld. It was breathtaking to behold from a distance, but the petite woman had never felt wholly at home among Carshoulan socialites. Of course, they never put forth much effort in their hospitality toward a Naala'in peasant.
"That'll be twentjy-sjix credjits, ma'am."
Ridiculous rate for a cab ride from the Feessarro Central Spaceport to the outer suburbs of Kreeto, but Mdharra handed the cab driver her credit stub and let him scan it. There would be no dampening her mood on this uncommonly happy occasion.
Mdharra was dressed in her duty uniform, perfectly pressed, and never had she worn it more proudly, even though this was purely a social visit. She walked through the ivy-covered front gate of the Amarra villa, through a front garden redolent of keeerta lilies and up to the front door, where she threw the ornately-scrolled brass knocker.
The nightsong of clawhoppers and nala tree frogs filled the branches of the bayyossa trees as Commander Mdharra Ceergorra emerged from the speeder cab onto the street. Surrounding her was a neighborhood of small but elegant villas perched on a hill overlooking the sprawling city of Kreeto'kreessaarra'saanja, whose towers and domes flamed red-gold in the waning light. For someone born and raised on the quiet agri-world of Fey'dann, there was no denying the regal grandeur of the motherworld. It was breathtaking to behold from a distance, but the petite woman had never felt wholly at home among Carshoulan socialites. Of course, they never put forth much effort in their hospitality toward a Naala'in peasant.
"That'll be twentjy-sjix credjits, ma'am."
Ridiculous rate for a cab ride from the Feessarro Central Spaceport to the outer suburbs of Kreeto, but Mdharra handed the cab driver her credit stub and let him scan it. There would be no dampening her mood on this uncommonly happy occasion.
Mdharra was dressed in her duty uniform, perfectly pressed, and never had she worn it more proudly, even though this was purely a social visit. She walked through the ivy-covered front gate of the Amarra villa, through a front garden redolent of keeerta lilies and up to the front door, where she threw the ornately-scrolled brass knocker.