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[OOM] Determination
Jun. 10th, 2006 05:30 pmThey weren't expecting her to come down the nobles' staircase.
Plourr spotted several familiar figures in the crowd; white dress uniform jackets with red sashes were difficult to miss. She caught the tail end of Wedge and Tycho’s conversation as she descended.
“—oes someone raised surrounded by such opulence become such a fierce pilot? You’d think she’d be just another spoiled—”
“You obviously haven’t been listening to your squadron leader’s combat tales, Tycho.” Her voice rang out loud and amused. Every face in the hall turned to her. The music played by the quartet in a corner cut off abruptly. She ignored them all, trailing one big hand down the banister. She did, however, allow herself a small, triumphant smile as she saw the flurry of motion at the foot of the staircase that she should have descended. Her flat shoe set down noiselessly on the Great Hall’s marble floor. “If you had, you’d know that princesses have fought for the Alliance long before either one of us.”
“Wow, Plourr… You look tremendous!”
She rolled her eyes at Tycho, making her way over to them. “Thanks, but don’t let this outfit fool you.” She smirked. “I could still vape you out of the air with my eyes closed.”
They were talking, then, exchanging pleasantries, and she wasn’t listening to a word they said, or to what she herself was saying. Instead, she watched the ‘droids and the palace flunkies across the way. They were scuttling across the floor, toward her new position.
Plourr looked back to Wedge and Tycho. “But let’s not forget why we’re here,” she said. “This is a beautiful world, gentlemen—” Her voice started out low, but it rose fast and grew grim and she was absolutely sure. “And I will not allow the Empire’s presence to infect it any longer.”
A man waved to her, rather frantically, and she left the two pilots behind—hearing them talk quietly behind her—to join the courtier and a protocol ‘droid at the foot of the stairs.
“Presenting the Princess Isplourrdacartha, empress apparent-heir to the royal house.”
Her heart pounded.
“Long may she reign,” announced the ‘droid in its fussy voice, amplified over the hushed sounds of the crowd.
“Long may she reign!” the crowd roared.
A sea of smiles and raised fists, ceremonial swords, and glasses. They looked hopeful. Her people looked happy.
Plourr couldn't let them down.
[All dialogue from Star Wars: X-Wing: The Warrior Princess, ©Dark Horse Comics & Lucasfilm.]
Plourr spotted several familiar figures in the crowd; white dress uniform jackets with red sashes were difficult to miss. She caught the tail end of Wedge and Tycho’s conversation as she descended.
“—oes someone raised surrounded by such opulence become such a fierce pilot? You’d think she’d be just another spoiled—”
“You obviously haven’t been listening to your squadron leader’s combat tales, Tycho.” Her voice rang out loud and amused. Every face in the hall turned to her. The music played by the quartet in a corner cut off abruptly. She ignored them all, trailing one big hand down the banister. She did, however, allow herself a small, triumphant smile as she saw the flurry of motion at the foot of the staircase that she should have descended. Her flat shoe set down noiselessly on the Great Hall’s marble floor. “If you had, you’d know that princesses have fought for the Alliance long before either one of us.”
“Wow, Plourr… You look tremendous!”
She rolled her eyes at Tycho, making her way over to them. “Thanks, but don’t let this outfit fool you.” She smirked. “I could still vape you out of the air with my eyes closed.”
They were talking, then, exchanging pleasantries, and she wasn’t listening to a word they said, or to what she herself was saying. Instead, she watched the ‘droids and the palace flunkies across the way. They were scuttling across the floor, toward her new position.
Plourr looked back to Wedge and Tycho. “But let’s not forget why we’re here,” she said. “This is a beautiful world, gentlemen—” Her voice started out low, but it rose fast and grew grim and she was absolutely sure. “And I will not allow the Empire’s presence to infect it any longer.”
A man waved to her, rather frantically, and she left the two pilots behind—hearing them talk quietly behind her—to join the courtier and a protocol ‘droid at the foot of the stairs.
“Presenting the Princess Isplourrdacartha, empress apparent-heir to the royal house.”
Her heart pounded.
“Long may she reign,” announced the ‘droid in its fussy voice, amplified over the hushed sounds of the crowd.
“Long may she reign!” the crowd roared.
A sea of smiles and raised fists, ceremonial swords, and glasses. They looked hopeful. Her people looked happy.
Plourr couldn't let them down.
[All dialogue from Star Wars: X-Wing: The Warrior Princess, ©Dark Horse Comics & Lucasfilm.]
