nyara damiki โโฆ ย Nyara had worked a while preparing the perfect salad for the General, knowing the little things he preferred to have in it given how long she'd known him. So she waits outside his quarters for him to answer, the salad resting on a neat tray with dried flowers of multiple colors.
Shadows dance along the adjacent wall, as sunlight wanes into the horizon in a melting haze of lilac and vermillion. Within the graying sky above, a sliver of moon can be spied amongst the clouds. Nature's subtle indication of the countless hours he has poured into this project.
Unentangled from a majority of his political duties for a measure time, Hux's undivided attention has been captured by something far more riveting. An advanced targeting system upgrade for the newest model the Eclipse Class Star Destroyer. The spread of designs before him are smorgasbord of nural stimulation for a restless mind, plagued by the perpetual muddle of political disarray that has hung over him like a darkening cloud. There is something so freeing about indulging in the art of avionic engineering. A high unparalleled to anything he has ever felt.
Perhaps there is a sprig of irony sowed within the leaves of fate; that this was the path untaken. Swallowed by the roaring waves of his untempered ambition. He does not dare to wonder what may have been. Dreaming is a plague of the mind. And a mind must stay sharp to survive the thralls of this insidious pit of snakes.
Betwixt the hovering screens of data, his eyes shift, falling to an empty caf mug, and then to the blinking light above the chamber entrance. Hux clicks the command to part the armored doors, unveiling the visitor beyond. The soft curl of the Chancellor's lips is contrite, if not sheepish, as his and Nyara's vision collide. โ It seems I was a bit carried away. I hope you were not waiting long. โ He offers @rebelrite something uncannily akin to an apology, rising from the high-backed chair to greet her.
Celadon eyes traverse the vibrant tones of the spread, settling upon the delectable blend of greens and genuine protein. A sight that stirs a low grumble in his empty stomach. โ That looks delectable. โ He nods her forward. โ Come, sit with me. โ Pale lips quirk into a sliver of a smile. โ You are familiar with the inner workings of an aircraft, are you not? โ
