@nabooroyalty
Some days, Nyra did do something for herself. Just a little tiny bit. Honestly, she probably wouldn’t have. but she’d gotten to a miserable point in her work. the last few days of any project were spent obsessing over it, making sure she hadn’t left a single i undotted or a single t uncrossed. what she was doing was, in her mind, crucial. it always was. and this project was so far beyond everything she’d done in her life that she’d spent so long on it. she wanted to ensure it was done well. all sixteen documents of it.
at lunch, Sparky had taken the liberty of reminding her she hadn’t eaten in twelve hours. the dining hall was serving something she was allergic to, so Nyra did something rare. she left the first order base. unprompted. on purpose. to go eat out at a cantina.
apparently, the waitress was very young, and Nyra’s outfit struck an imposing figure on her. especially considering the fact that, while she did make an effort in small talk, her mind was still very clearly on something else. so she was simply ushered to the lounge and given a small table. but no menu… which she noticed just the minute the flighty young waitress left to go check on another table, outside the lounge. whatever. Nyra adjusted her Glasses meticulously. image was everything, perfect was acceptable and everything less inexcusable. she was the face of General Hux, Kylo & Ko’ri Ren, the face of the first order. act like it.
the face of the first order looked across the table at an equally well dressed woman, although the woman was clearly not first order. Naboo, perhaps, based on her outfit? Nyra hadn’t studied that reigon in awhile, but she was pretty sure she had the system right. hmm. “Were you given a menu when you were seated?” the question was asked… not unkindly, and not disinterestedly, but stilted. Nyra did not want to be unkind to someone who might make an ally, or at least a fellow negotiator. but was that who she was talking to? or was she talking to some who just had lots of money. her face was neither cold nor warm. just… curious.
Padme had been lost in thought, herself. So many responsibilities had been placed upon her since her resurrection. She’d been trained since early childhood to stay calm no matter the situation. To be forged in conflict, sharpened, honed to presicion. But this was something that far outreached her schooling. Her experience. She was back from the nothingness that had been her resting place ever since....she’d...
No. She refused to let herself go there. Not here. Not now. This was the release from that prison in her mind. Just for a few hours, as she reveled in the luxury of this particular cantina.
“Excuse me?” Padme blinked a few times, re calibrating to her surroundings. “Oh...I...” She glanced down at the menu in her hands. The thing she was supposed to be concentrating on. “Yes, I was. Would you like to look at mine?” It was a bold request, but Padme was always polite. No matter what.
