Taylor Millard
Mar 11th, 2002, 02:37:08 PM
If one ever visits the planet Omar Prime, the astounding beauty and artistry of the place never ceases to amaze the traveller. Particularly in the capital city of Titaneous, the sheer lavishness of high rising pillars and monsterous sculptures depicting various heroes of the past centuries and millenium in various forms of battle, work, and life are pleasing to the eyes. Ruby red banners of silken cloth swirled with white, almost like the mint sticks children (and adults) ate or sucked on during the Winterfest, adorned various tapestries cut out of the stone from whence it came ages ago lined the streets as a guide.
And if this guide began directing you towards a single destination, it would be the immense theater in the center of tightly arranged buildings eached lined as if they were built towards the theater. The shorter buildings, although appearing delapadated on the exterior, house various forms of artwork (from paintings to more sculpture) hidden from view unless the owner allows visitors to view his or her hidden treasures.
If Balmorra is the technological capitol of this Imperial Sector, then Omar Prime is by far the artist capitol. As we walk through the close-knit, cobblestone streets of Titaneous music from the theater begins to make its way towards us, like a seductress enticing us forward to listen to her song of sorrow or of triumph.
As single song, a duet fills the air as we draw closer...
Pensando io a ciò che m'era apparuto, propuosi di farlo sentire a molti, li quali erano famosi trovatori in quello tempo: e con ciò fosse cosa che io avesse già veduto per me medesimo l'arte del dire parole per rima, propuosi di fare uno sonetto, ne lo quale io salutasse tutti li fedeli d'Amore; e pregandoli che giudicassero la mia visione, scrissi a loro ciò che io avea nel mio sonno veduto. E cominciai allora questo sonetto, lo quale comincia: A ciascun'alma presa...
As we walk up the grand stairwell towards the stage of the theater, we notice a man sitting up in a private box, accompanied by a woman with red hair. The man wears a white tunic, adorned with blue and red bars of rank and gold trim on the shoulders. His brown hair is cut short, military style as he sits in the crimson felt chair. He sat, back straight and arms in his laps, occassionally glancing at the translation provided by the theater owners to any off-planet dignitaries who might visit Omar Prime, without any prior knowledge of the work in performance. The man sitting is Grand Admiral Taylor Millard...member of the Imperial Navy and Dark Jedi/Sith Knight.
Millard's eyes were closed, not from tiredness, but from complete immersion in the music. He felt it all around him surrounding him and filling his ears with wonderous music. Perhaps his perception was enhanced by the Force which he had now accepted as a part of himself and his family history. It had been difficult, but after his encounter with Seth Darkserpent and Trace Sha, Millard was ready to use the Force as a tool for his success.
Breathing deeply, the man looked over his shoulder to his vice commander, Serena Laran, as she sat in her red velvet chair, her icy green eyes affixed on the opera performance just below her. Millard smiled at her, then turned back towards the spectacular performance of music and staging on the raised stage below.
The long, slow ballad continues...
A ciascun'alma presa, e gentil core,
nel cui cospetto ven lo dir presente,
in ciò che mi rescrivan suo parvente
salute in lor segnor, cioè Amore.
Già eran quasi che atterzate l'ore
del tempo che onne stella n'è lucente,
quando m'apparve Amor subitamente
cui essenza membrar mi dà orrore.
Allegro mi sembrava Amor tenendo
meo core in mano, e ne le braccia avea
madonna involta in un drappo dormendo.
Poi la svegliava, e d'esto core ardendo
lei paventosa umilmente pascea:
appresso gir lo ne vedea piangendo...
Millard closed his eyes again, listening to the ballad play out. It sang of 'A New Life' a reemergance of some sort. As one stared upon the stage, the vastness of the performance.
A Twi'lek woman sang the lead role of 'Beatrice the love of the male lead's life'. Her beautiful soprano filled the grand theater complex with a vastness that only many years of vocal training could create.
She continued, the male human joining her in a beautiful duet...
Questo sonetto si divide in due parti; che la prima parte saluto e domando risponsione, ne la seconda significo a che si dee rispondere. La seconda parte comincia quivi: Già eran.
A questo sonetto fue risposto da molti e di diverse sentenzie; tra li quali fue risponditore quelli cui io chiamo primo de li miei amici, e disse allora uno sonetto, lo quale comincia: Vedesti al mio parere onne valore. E questo fue quasi lo principio de l'amistà tra lui e me, quando elli seppe che io era quelli che li avea ciò mandato. Lo verace giudicio del detto sogno non fue veduto allora per alcuno, ma ora è manifestissimo a li più semplici.
As Millard let the beautiful and wonderous song fill his mind...he looked back on the events which allowed him to ask Vice Admiral Laran to the beautiful and moving performance.
* * *
Castle Millard, Bin Prime, Balmorra...Three Days Ago
Millard walked through the halls of his castle, staring at the deep purple and black of the banners hanging from the white palace walls, the Imperial symbol emblazened on most of them.
His black boots clacked on the marble stairs as he traversed the distance from the bottom to the top. As he walked a short distance towards the living area, he paused again.
A black gloved hand touched the chime panel by the wooden door. Millard stared as he was allowed entry.
Vice Admiral Serena Laran sat, still in her Imperial Uniform, her red hair untied and down. She appeared to have a bit of a flustered look on her face, annoyed her superior had caught her out of uniform.
"Vice Admiral Laran, I apologize for disturbing you," he spoke diplomatically, a parcel under his arm.
"I thought you would find this interesting," he placed a book on the bed next to her. It was "Theater in Song: The story of the playwrite, Kal Kimorta", the Kuatian Playright.
"I have been invited by Governor Marchant of Omar Prime to view La Vita Nuova at the theater in three days. Unfortunately, Governor Marchant asked me to bring a guest, and I am afraid I do not have one. I was wondering, would you like to accompany me to the opera?"
He awaited her response, as he stared into her icy green eyes.
And if this guide began directing you towards a single destination, it would be the immense theater in the center of tightly arranged buildings eached lined as if they were built towards the theater. The shorter buildings, although appearing delapadated on the exterior, house various forms of artwork (from paintings to more sculpture) hidden from view unless the owner allows visitors to view his or her hidden treasures.
If Balmorra is the technological capitol of this Imperial Sector, then Omar Prime is by far the artist capitol. As we walk through the close-knit, cobblestone streets of Titaneous music from the theater begins to make its way towards us, like a seductress enticing us forward to listen to her song of sorrow or of triumph.
As single song, a duet fills the air as we draw closer...
Pensando io a ciò che m'era apparuto, propuosi di farlo sentire a molti, li quali erano famosi trovatori in quello tempo: e con ciò fosse cosa che io avesse già veduto per me medesimo l'arte del dire parole per rima, propuosi di fare uno sonetto, ne lo quale io salutasse tutti li fedeli d'Amore; e pregandoli che giudicassero la mia visione, scrissi a loro ciò che io avea nel mio sonno veduto. E cominciai allora questo sonetto, lo quale comincia: A ciascun'alma presa...
As we walk up the grand stairwell towards the stage of the theater, we notice a man sitting up in a private box, accompanied by a woman with red hair. The man wears a white tunic, adorned with blue and red bars of rank and gold trim on the shoulders. His brown hair is cut short, military style as he sits in the crimson felt chair. He sat, back straight and arms in his laps, occassionally glancing at the translation provided by the theater owners to any off-planet dignitaries who might visit Omar Prime, without any prior knowledge of the work in performance. The man sitting is Grand Admiral Taylor Millard...member of the Imperial Navy and Dark Jedi/Sith Knight.
Millard's eyes were closed, not from tiredness, but from complete immersion in the music. He felt it all around him surrounding him and filling his ears with wonderous music. Perhaps his perception was enhanced by the Force which he had now accepted as a part of himself and his family history. It had been difficult, but after his encounter with Seth Darkserpent and Trace Sha, Millard was ready to use the Force as a tool for his success.
Breathing deeply, the man looked over his shoulder to his vice commander, Serena Laran, as she sat in her red velvet chair, her icy green eyes affixed on the opera performance just below her. Millard smiled at her, then turned back towards the spectacular performance of music and staging on the raised stage below.
The long, slow ballad continues...
A ciascun'alma presa, e gentil core,
nel cui cospetto ven lo dir presente,
in ciò che mi rescrivan suo parvente
salute in lor segnor, cioè Amore.
Già eran quasi che atterzate l'ore
del tempo che onne stella n'è lucente,
quando m'apparve Amor subitamente
cui essenza membrar mi dà orrore.
Allegro mi sembrava Amor tenendo
meo core in mano, e ne le braccia avea
madonna involta in un drappo dormendo.
Poi la svegliava, e d'esto core ardendo
lei paventosa umilmente pascea:
appresso gir lo ne vedea piangendo...
Millard closed his eyes again, listening to the ballad play out. It sang of 'A New Life' a reemergance of some sort. As one stared upon the stage, the vastness of the performance.
A Twi'lek woman sang the lead role of 'Beatrice the love of the male lead's life'. Her beautiful soprano filled the grand theater complex with a vastness that only many years of vocal training could create.
She continued, the male human joining her in a beautiful duet...
Questo sonetto si divide in due parti; che la prima parte saluto e domando risponsione, ne la seconda significo a che si dee rispondere. La seconda parte comincia quivi: Già eran.
A questo sonetto fue risposto da molti e di diverse sentenzie; tra li quali fue risponditore quelli cui io chiamo primo de li miei amici, e disse allora uno sonetto, lo quale comincia: Vedesti al mio parere onne valore. E questo fue quasi lo principio de l'amistà tra lui e me, quando elli seppe che io era quelli che li avea ciò mandato. Lo verace giudicio del detto sogno non fue veduto allora per alcuno, ma ora è manifestissimo a li più semplici.
As Millard let the beautiful and wonderous song fill his mind...he looked back on the events which allowed him to ask Vice Admiral Laran to the beautiful and moving performance.
* * *
Castle Millard, Bin Prime, Balmorra...Three Days Ago
Millard walked through the halls of his castle, staring at the deep purple and black of the banners hanging from the white palace walls, the Imperial symbol emblazened on most of them.
His black boots clacked on the marble stairs as he traversed the distance from the bottom to the top. As he walked a short distance towards the living area, he paused again.
A black gloved hand touched the chime panel by the wooden door. Millard stared as he was allowed entry.
Vice Admiral Serena Laran sat, still in her Imperial Uniform, her red hair untied and down. She appeared to have a bit of a flustered look on her face, annoyed her superior had caught her out of uniform.
"Vice Admiral Laran, I apologize for disturbing you," he spoke diplomatically, a parcel under his arm.
"I thought you would find this interesting," he placed a book on the bed next to her. It was "Theater in Song: The story of the playwrite, Kal Kimorta", the Kuatian Playright.
"I have been invited by Governor Marchant of Omar Prime to view La Vita Nuova at the theater in three days. Unfortunately, Governor Marchant asked me to bring a guest, and I am afraid I do not have one. I was wondering, would you like to accompany me to the opera?"
He awaited her response, as he stared into her icy green eyes.