Post by Jalua Solast on Jul 30, 2009 22:56:37 GMT
The shuttle slowly drifted down until hovering and lowering onto the surface. Jalua had gotten some extra sleep on the shuttle and was fully awake when she climbed off the transport with her belongings. Stepping to the edge of the spaceport, she could see the planet before her and immediately felt better for it. There was a constant noise in the background from the clubs and parties going on across the planet, she wondered if there had ever been such a thing as silence since the party culture took over. Turning back, she saw the last few people unloading from the yacht and waited for her. She hated feeling like a leader still, so walked past them and out of the space port in a hurry. She needed to find somewhere to stay, also which would occupy thirteen people, that would be tricky with security concious people all around her. Furthermore she wanted to keep her identity a secret, although there had been rumours that she had been rescued, media was still counting the days from her kidnapping. The Coalition was still in charge of the High Admiral and Lord General, who would keep things in check while at war.
After walking around the streets of Zeltros, breathing in the exotic atmosphere and seeing the party culture in full flight, Jalua came across a small hotel. It wasn't luxurious, far from it, but at least it was somewhere to stay. Entering she found a simple wooden desk to her right manned by a rusty brown droid. "Do you have any vacancies" she asked, finally getting her voice encryption working perfectly. "Yes" responded the droid in it's uniform voice. Jalua stood there for a few moments, expecting something else but obviously this droid hadn't been expensive. "There are thirteen of us, can you fit us all in?" she asked, going a bit more into detail this time. "Yes" it replied again, Jalua looked at the others and then back at the droid. "What rooms shall we take?" she asked again, guessing that the droid would at least be able to work out that, although she was almost expecting a 'yes' again. "Rooms twenty-severn, twenty-nine and twenty-eight are available" it replied again in its usual mechanical voice. It was also obvious to Jalua that it's numbering system was faulty, or at least in need of repair. "We will take those" she said, but nothing else came from the droid. Ignoring it, she headed up the steps until she finally reached the rooms. They were on a narrow stretch of corridor which had been decorated in bright colours which didn't match no matter how much imagination was used. With no key or code to use, Jalua simply turned the door handle and the room opened. The others followed suit and took up 27 and 29.
Inside the room it wasn't much better, there was beds at each corner of the room, the window didn't look like it could hold for long and the wardrobe door was beginning to fall apart. "Lovely" she said sarcastically as she looked around. Ditching her bag on the bed she decided to take, she looked at Dan and Caedus who entered the same room. She guessed that the others had taken the rooms either side and would sort themselves out. Taking off her helmet, Jalua placed it next to her rucksack and began opening it up. From inside, she grabbed little sensor globes which she placed on the window and near the door. These had a sort sensor range which detected movement and monitored it. If it continued then it would sound an audible alarm which would hopefully stop others from entering. She hadn't decided to bring these to detect intruders, but to stop people entering and seeing who she was, she wasn't ready for that. Scars still stretched across her face and it wasn't exactly the image people would want to see from someone who was meant to be ruling them. It showed a sign of weakness and that was something she couldn't afford to let out to a society that was preparing for war.
After walking around the streets of Zeltros, breathing in the exotic atmosphere and seeing the party culture in full flight, Jalua came across a small hotel. It wasn't luxurious, far from it, but at least it was somewhere to stay. Entering she found a simple wooden desk to her right manned by a rusty brown droid. "Do you have any vacancies" she asked, finally getting her voice encryption working perfectly. "Yes" responded the droid in it's uniform voice. Jalua stood there for a few moments, expecting something else but obviously this droid hadn't been expensive. "There are thirteen of us, can you fit us all in?" she asked, going a bit more into detail this time. "Yes" it replied again, Jalua looked at the others and then back at the droid. "What rooms shall we take?" she asked again, guessing that the droid would at least be able to work out that, although she was almost expecting a 'yes' again. "Rooms twenty-severn, twenty-nine and twenty-eight are available" it replied again in its usual mechanical voice. It was also obvious to Jalua that it's numbering system was faulty, or at least in need of repair. "We will take those" she said, but nothing else came from the droid. Ignoring it, she headed up the steps until she finally reached the rooms. They were on a narrow stretch of corridor which had been decorated in bright colours which didn't match no matter how much imagination was used. With no key or code to use, Jalua simply turned the door handle and the room opened. The others followed suit and took up 27 and 29.
Inside the room it wasn't much better, there was beds at each corner of the room, the window didn't look like it could hold for long and the wardrobe door was beginning to fall apart. "Lovely" she said sarcastically as she looked around. Ditching her bag on the bed she decided to take, she looked at Dan and Caedus who entered the same room. She guessed that the others had taken the rooms either side and would sort themselves out. Taking off her helmet, Jalua placed it next to her rucksack and began opening it up. From inside, she grabbed little sensor globes which she placed on the window and near the door. These had a sort sensor range which detected movement and monitored it. If it continued then it would sound an audible alarm which would hopefully stop others from entering. She hadn't decided to bring these to detect intruders, but to stop people entering and seeing who she was, she wasn't ready for that. Scars still stretched across her face and it wasn't exactly the image people would want to see from someone who was meant to be ruling them. It showed a sign of weakness and that was something she couldn't afford to let out to a society that was preparing for war.
