Log:Resistance: Icon Immortal Pt 2
Icon Immortal Pt 2
OOC Date: July 29, 2019
Location: Naboo
Participants: Ambrosia Greystorm, Leia Organa, Poe Dameron, Zandra naMuriel, Tallissan Lintra, Callax Dalso, Merek, Elrych Cometburn, Greeson Rais, Yuun; The Resistance
Foresty Area - Theed, Naboo
A forested glade within the city of Theed. There are many pathways here that wind and cross through this park. Its a rather large park, about a hundred yards in every direction from its center and if one isn't well experienced in traveling through it could be considered a bit of a maze.
The walkways are small stone-work that wind through the trees and lead to various points of interest such as statues and fountains that sprinke down droplets of water. This is a serene place to be, and very quiet.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
There is a different sort of vibe alive in the air of Theed today, like the heavy weight of yesterday's grief has been lifted. All along the Central streets, from University in the North to the quieter, residential blocks in the south, decorative garlands hang from trees, marking the way for the procession to come. Along the last stretch, residents have emerged from their homes and line the roadway to watch from the non-intrusive vantage points of their own yards and stoops.
Overhead, a combined force of Resistance and Naboo fighter craft patrol the skies. They remain vigilant against any would-be threats to this target-rich assembly. As do special agents inserted among the onlookers upon the ground. Despite differences in opinion, the pacifist Naboo and the Resistance have united on a cooperative front to ensure the safety of all.
The University antechamber is once again open, but this time it's to remove the honored deceased from within to the parade staging area out front. Dozens of government officials - of Naboo and otherwise - and their retainers are at the ready, filed into loose collumnades. The Resistance, too, has their own assembly gathered and waiting attentively for the call to attention. Ambrosia Greystorm is in full military regalia, much like yesterday, prepared to lead the line of attending ground forces. Unlike yesterday, her hair is down - most of it - a mane of silver and gold held back from her face with a wreath of braids and a few decorative accents. Other members of the Greystorm clan are present in civilian attire, waiting on the outskirts for proceedings to begin.
[Poe Dameron]
<<"Bravo Leader, this is Black Leader.. passing on your starboard.">> The black and orange T-85 X-Wing at the head of the squadron angles overhead, cutting expertly above and tipping its wing. At the stick is none other than Poe Dameron. A gloved hand comes forward, flipping the sensor terminal online to display all readouts. Skies above the city were placed on lock down, and patrolled heavily by the best the Royal Starfighter Corps had, the legendary Bravo Squadron. A culmination of Resistance pilots flew with Black Leader, following his flight path.
The presence of N-1 Starfighters, and X-Wings dominates the ambience a bit, but when they fly away, the noise of their engines grow distant.
[Merek]
Merek is with the people which look to be from the main Resistance, so that he can watch all the proceedings as well. He has on his uniform, waiting about, and making a way with them also.
[Zandra naMuriel]
Zandra is here, to pay her own respects, even if she isn't quite sure who they are honoring. She's wearing formal attire, and looks a bit uncomfortable in it, as it is obviously something she's not much used to wearing. She's with the civilians, not really hanging out with the resistance or anyone official at the moment. Listening and keeping a passive watch around for anything untoward, as she watches the proceedings.
[Callax Dalso]
Tonight, Callax is with Tallie once more, in attendance, arm in arm; unlike the night before, however, the welding goggle-like eyewear is gone, and his storm-blue eyes are bright and sober as they watch over the mourning assembly. Like Ambrosia, his pale hair is worn long - down and away from his face, swept back in a complex braid with a pair of thin brads trailing down over his shoulders from the temples. This impractical style, along with the ornate slashing sword at his side, makes him look more like some fae swordsman, an escort for Tallissan's golden princess.
As the fighters rake the sky overhead, his gaze flickers upward to track them - for a moment - before returning to the assembly. It would be a perfect moment of cosmic drama for some jackanape to come try and cause problems, begging to be skewered. Well. A light skewering. It's a funeral, after all.
- Resistance* Callax Dalso puts on the Full Thranduil.
[Elrych Cometburn]
Elrych steps up besides Zandra, "I should have volunteered for fly over detail..." Says the Jedi as he looks up at Poe and the Naboo fighters passing overhead. The Sun and passing fighter craft reflected in the dark mirrored shades of his sunglasses. Looking down and over the gathering procession from the Civilian crowd, he takes off his hood and scratches his wavy hair, fingers running through the strands. "They say Mon Mothma was a real radical lady." He solemnly nods, "I'll hand it to her though, the wake had some bomb grind-age." HE flashes Zandra that award winning smile.
- Resistance* Poe Dameron says, "Just waiting for Mon Mothma to appear, and Callax can draw his sword and go "You should've stayed dead."
[Greeson Rais]
Greeson Rais looked naked. It wasn't that he was naked, far from it, in fact his dress uniform had been freshly pressed for the occasion and made him look like a handsome promotional poster to suit his not-but-looks-like plasticky non-human features, and his ginger hair was coiffed so perfectly it looked like a helmet. But his rifle was out of the picture. Literally. That guy took a big gun everywhere he went. Sometimes two. Occasionally, when he really wanted to dress up, three. But now he was unarmed and there was nothing to distract from six-foot-five worth of action figure. He looked serious, and a tad uncomfortable. At least he wasn't sweating. Could he sweat through that skin?
[Leia Organa]
Today Leia is dressed differently, wearing flowing white robes that set a far less somber tone than the darker outfit of yesterday. She is once again beside Amber in the procession, her sharp, attentive gaze moving over the faces in the crowds that line the roadway, as well as those that move with along with them.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
A member of the Naboo guard steps forward from their formation and calls out and order for attention. Parade....march! And so it begins.
The steady beat of drums keeps time from the rear while a mild, instrumental number is drawn from strings and pipes in the front. Members of Naboo's political court are present, intermingled with a few other Republic ministers and officials who've emerged from their ever-shrinking realm of safety to attend the ceremonies. They and their assigned guard process along just behind the hoversled carrying the ceremonial casket. It is closed, draped in the New Republic's flag, but most are aware that it is an empty vessel. The Resistance contingent follows along behind the Republic's.
And onward they march, following the premarked trail, past a living fence of people lining the streets.
[Yuun]
Having landed his ship and was quickly rushing to make it to the ceremony. He sees the Resistance Fighter and Naboo Fighter Craft in the air. Smiling and crossing the bridge, he makes it just as things are getting under way. Yuun slows down and walks in keeping to the outskirts, he searches for the other Jedi who is here and moves to join them and making sure not to disturb things.
[Poe Dameron]
Another fly-by passes over, this time the golden and silver bottomed N-1 Starfighters leave white trails as the trio split into three directions and angle away. Black Leader, and the Resistance pilots, follow soon after, passing over at a lower altitude. Instead of splitting off, they continue their path ahead, each craft spinning until their closed s-foils are vertical. <<"Easy on the throttle, Snap. This isn't a real recon run, buddy. Hahaha.">>
[BB-8 (Astromech Droid - 888)]
BB-8 (Astromech Droid - 888) rolls along side Princess Leia. The iconic orange and white BB unit insisted that it remain on the surface while Poe led the defense above. BB-8 wasn't protective of many people but Leia Organa was one on that list. The droid remained silent for now moving only when necessary.
[Merek]
Merek makes a way with the parade while he shifts his attire a bit as well.
[Zandra naMuriel]
Zandra glances at Elrych, her own hair still up in the same braid that she always wears. Maybe it's actually just grown that way and it doesn't actually come down? "I'm not part of Black," she says to her fellow pilot and Jedi, with some amusement. Not that she looks like a Jedi, she looks more like some upper class business type honestly. Trader maybe. "So I am on the ground, keeping an eye on things." As the drums beat and the procession starts, she falls in as appropriate, gesturing for Elrych to come along with her. The movement has her catch sight of someone else she recognizes, so she offers a discrete wave to poor Yuun. Hopefully he'll see it and be able to join them. Zan glances up, shading her eyes, to watch the flyby, and then she smiles a bit, before adding, "I'm not part of Black yet."
[Callax Dalso]
Advancing ever forward, Callax walks with his senior officer along the avenue and its human pickets; a slow blink sees his pupils stretched into bars, watching from a panorama now as he watches for any disturbance with one hand on the pommel of his sword and easily in range of the blaster that hangs nearby. "Too many people here," he murmurs to Tallie as they proceed. "I hope the General has snipers placed."
[Tallie Lintra]
It's a relief to be out and walking even if the wall of faces watching them makes her unaccountably nervous. This whole ceremony has brought home to her how fragile they are; one zealot could end the Resistance. "Mind reader," Tallie retorts, falling into the cadence of the drums.
[Elrych Cometburn]
"I know," Elrych says to Zandra, "I think there's a couple openings but you've gota prove yourself. Rey and I were on several missions as Silver assisting Red and Black before Poe asked us to join." He explains as he falls into step, looking around diligently like a secret service operative looking for a sloothy assassin. "It's better we're on the ground. THe show up above is just that. A show... if they wanted to take someone out, here and on the ground would be the best way. So I'll keep an eye on things with you." He glances over towards Yuun and gives a nod. He looks back ahead. "Still need to head out and have us a scrimmage."
[Greeson Rais]
Sniper, thy name is Greeson Rais. But he was Mister Handsome right now and didn't have the rifle nor the tools to spider-monkey his way up any nearby elevation and take potshots. As he eavesdropped on the lil conversation going on in front of him, it dawned on him that this fact made him quite uncomfortable. Try as he might, for a man who wore his emotions on his sleeve like Greeson Rais, he couldn't quite keep that nervousness off his face.
[Leia Organa]
Leia has remained largely ... impassive isn't the right word, but neither is warm, there's some balance between the two where that she maintains on the trip over to the park. It's only BB-8 who gets a small smile out of her, and a few murmured words of gratitude along the way.
[Yuun]
Upon finding Zan and Elrych, he smiles and stops when he is close enough, "Hey you two." he smiles. "Hows it going?" he asks as he looks around at the ceremony. "There is a really big turn out." he smiles. As he looks around, than back to Zan, "Whoa wait your in the Resistance Fighter Squadron?" he asks.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Did the general(s) plant some snipers on those rooftops? Maybe so. >.< This isn't their turf - not really - but safety was a term all parties planning this affair could most certainly agree upon. One emerald eye rolls slyly upward and aside, peering knowingly through golden wisps at one such rooftop as they pass. The other lays half veiled behind a slipping tendril of hair. Perhaps Ambrosia's hasty pin job hadn't held as well as she'd thought it had.
If failing hair day is the worst 'act' of irreverence she can manage here and now, well....she'll take it.
<<Looks like all eyes are in place, so far>> Greystorm murmurs, chin dipped aside to nuzzle her comm on shoulder. A glance flits up to witness the dissipating trails of splitting fighters.
[Poe Dameron]
<<Skies are clear, General. We'll keep them that way.>> Poe answers in a confident tone; those unfamiliar with the hot shot might think he was being cocky, but that just wasn't Poe Dameron. He tips his craft port in uniformed grace with the rest of the squadron. <<"Take us onward, Black Two.">>
[Merek]
Merek is content to also keep following with the parade.
[Zandra naMuriel]
Zan grins at Yuun and shrugs a bit at his reaction. "With Blue Squadron," she says, softly. She nods to Elrych's information about all the pilots proving themselvs, not really surprised about that. "I know," she says simply, continuing to walk along with the parade. She keeps glancing at the folks watching, curious to see who is coming out, and she smiles at some of the younger sorts who are watching wide eyed. Far as the rest of it goes, she is mostly spectating truthfully. But she does continue to walk along with the group, adding to the numbers. "We probably shouldn't be all together though - I'm not sure how effectively we'll be able to help this way."
[Callax Dalso]
Never was Callax so grave-faced in public - no smiles, no waving hand, nothing that he'd once done in parades. He doesn't even have a proper gown to wear for mourning, so...it's graveyard duty for him, full tromp. "I've been accused of worse," he murmurs to Tallie in response to her gauging of his psychic ability. "But let's not just start playing the oracle yet, bright lady."
[Elrych Cometburn]
Elrych looks to Yuun as he asks his question. "It's fine..." He looks back to Zandra, "I've been meaning to ask you. What made you finally decide to join with the Resistance? I mean... I got Frozen and you weren't keen on the idea before then. Then I get thawed out and here you are in Blue Squadron making your way up." He nods then, "I'll step back a bit. Good idea." He waits to hear Zandra's answer before letting the crows get ahead of him a bit. He crosses over to the other side of the street though, keeping Yuun and Zandra in eye sight.
[Tallie Lintra]
"Bright lady,"she scoffs, Tallie is young to hrumph like a dowager duchess at him but she does a decent imitation. Catching sight of the little movement the General makes as she checks with someone on coms, her eyes move long the roof tops then return to the handsome man pacing next to her. "Your vision really is better, isn't it? Headache still?"
[Greeson Rais]
If something were to happen, it was now, and yet it wasn't, and Greeson felt trapped in parade formation waiting for all hell to break loose. Of course it was a milk run, nothing was going to happen, nothing was ever going to happen, but he couldn't shake the feeling. Nervousness was breaking through his impassive facade, probably giving onlookers something to worry about.
[Yuun]
Yuun moves along with the others, keeping his pace casual and nodding his head to Zan as she speaks about being in Blue Squadron. "You three are far braver than me." he laughs. "I'm not the best pilot, I can get to point A to B, do a few maneuvers, but that's about it."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
A hint of a smile touches the Brigadier General's lips and she nods confirmation to no one in particular. Her right hand brushes closely by her leg for a step and a half, fingering the cool kiss of metal slivers strapped to thigh. Throwing blades. Her own version of 'sniping' in event of emergency. For THE General's sake. Of course. Her left hand contorts a couple fingers, ejecting a hidden compartment from the prosthetic, then snapping it closed. Systems check.
Greeson isn't the only one feeling naked and weird in this parade. Even if the ground /is/ her element of choice. If someone were to make an attempt on the lives of these two old broads, though, nothing shy of the Force will save them. She's confident of that.
The procession carries ever on, following the central street south and east, until it threads into a narrower, residential area. Gorgeous homes, manicured gardens...the lifestyles of Naboo's upper crust play out here. Flowers have strewn the streets ahead of them. Somber eyes watch from the sidelines. Some shout out to the memorial march - good things, mostly, but there is a sour grape in every bunch. It won't be long now, after some half hour or more of marching in formation, until the gates to the peaceful, forest glade open widely to admit them.
[Zandra naMuriel]
Zandra shrugs lightly to Elrych at that question. "The short version? Rey suggested I get out and meet new people, so I got permission to spend time on the base. And through talking with them all, I got brave enough to try learning. So far, I'm still learning." She pauses and then she adds, "But - I don't feel like I'm taking someone better's spot or that I'm just a - hazard or that I'll weigh down a mission any more. I want to help, I always have. Just now I've come along a bit, in my training, and I feel like maybe I can actually help." She doesn't usually talk about herself, so her cheeks go a bit pink with that soft spoken speech. Yuun's comment gets a nod from Zan. "In my case, it's not my piloting I am worried about, but shooting and - knowing what to do in various situations." A little shrug and then, "Captain Lintra is really wonderful and takes a lot of her time to help me out." With Elrych moving to the other side, she glances at Yuun as well, gesturing for him to also spread out, so they can triangulate should there be any need.
[Callax Dalso]
Heckling mouths open, and poison comes out - but if they are in the range of Callax's broad field of vision and he can spot them, he matches poison for point with the heat of his own stare. Democracy means free speech, but it doesn't mean you can't get a hateful staredown for it. /Vultures,/ Callax thinks as they go, his inner voice brimming with its own brand of toxin. /Hate us, but at least wait until we've buried the corpse before you start picking it apart. Damn them./
[Tallie Lintra]
Just for an instant, as they march slowly behind the ceremonial coffin, Tallie resents worrying about snipers, the war, the losses. "What would have been normal?" She stares straight ahead watching Callax in her peripheral vision. "I mean, without the war, the wars. What would I have been? A farmer's wife? A trader or would I have gone to the Academy like my father. The Academy, I think. It's..." She doesn't hide her sigh, one slender hand turns over, open to the sky and empty.
[Elrych Cometburn]
Elrych presses his comlink to reply to Yuun, "You could always join the Army or something. You can whoop some butt better then most of us." He would say all of them but he held some respect for his dear Papa Jonn licing that ideal life with his family and of course Rey and perhaps those who were not with the order anymore due to personal conflict." He responds to Zandra over their comms, "You are more helpful than you know. Keep it up, you're impressing a lot of people, you should be impressing your self too. I was the same. I've always been a good pilot but wa always a Drk shot... hell I'm still a drek shot if the last mission was any indication. I don't think I've gotten a score in the last four missions I've been on... then again, I'm a bit more leaniant when the enemy flees... you know all life matters and all that." As tallie is mentioned he smiles, "Sunshine is really wonderful." It causes him to look ing her direction, and move that way. He passes by Tallie and Cal as he moves through the crown and procession, "You could be my co-pilot Tals, exploring the galaxy." He lets his shades fall down to reveal his eyes, walking backwards to give the Captain a wink before moving into the other crowd once more.
[Greeson Rais]
"We're in parade formation, keep it tight flyboys," cautioned Private Zero Class Greeson Rais to the assembled crew of butts-on-seats warriors in front of him. Too much chatter got him casual, and more nervous. Was he sweating? Was that the drip of fluid on plasticine skin? He scanned every elevated area he could find because honestly he could see himself sitting up there watching the big fat target move past.
[Leia Organa]
Leia was likely apprised of the additional security measures in place for the procession, but if she knows there's no taking a peek, or searching for it from her. She's sharp enough to know that a lot of eyes are on her, especially the eyes of those bold enough to shout out at them as they pass by. When they reach the park there is a quiet exhale of relief. It's not over yet, but they're nearer to it.
[Yuun]
Yuun does move so that they are in a formation but you can't really tell with Yuun as he seems too relaxed as he walks along. A easy smile on his face and his hands in his pockets. Shaking his head, "I will help them out when they need me." he smiles. "Or better yet, Iw ill talk with the Brigadier General and see what she says. Though I will need to have the freedom to leave as I see fit when we have things going on and such." he says simply. "Still you both are awesome and I'm really happy for you guys." he chuckles.
[Lofty]
Lofty is in the procession, wearing a mustard-brown formal cap and an insignia patch on his right bicep. Unfortunately he is too large to fit in the standard uniform, so it's just a bandolier across his chest and his standard Talz nakedness. The humidity of Theed is doing him no favors, however, and his fluffy white fur is extra unruly today despite being washed and brushed by some unfortunate NCO.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Awaiting guards stationed at the park gates offer a salute and make a show of taking one long stride back, widening the archway to its full potential so that the funerary procession may file on through. The flag-shrouded box/sled has amassed a layer of floral offerings, thrown from street and balcony alike along the route. If there was any less than sightly thing amid items harmlessly tossed, those flanking the object of their protection have had the decency to discretely dust them off.
Over the stones and through the wood...until the final resting place comes into view. It is a thing of beauty.
Mon Mothma's life-sized resemblance is carved from Jelucani fogstone and mounted atop a meter-tall, rough-hewn slab of gray. She stands with proud posture in her Chancellor's robes, hands open in show of peace, palms up. The right palm holds aloft a 3D rendering of the NR's sigil - a stylized phoenix centered within a sunburst. A scroll, tied with peace ribbon, is cupped gently by the left.
The basal slab's forward and rear faces are fitted with Bronzium plaques. The word "Perseverance" is inscribed in Aurebesh above her name on the forward plaque and beneath that, the dates: 1079 - 1159. The rear plaque compliments the fore with an engraving of her summarized accomplishments and contributions to democracy.
Those leading the 'parade' with their songs are ordered to a sudden halt and all at once go silent. Ne'er a drumbeat more. For a minute, the only sounds filtering in through the trees are the echoes of those final beats, the whispering breeze, and tittering bird songs. It is peace. Ambrosia bows her head in a moment's reverence, then lifts her chin, sucks in a lungful, and breaks that peace with her commanding bark. "Atten-TION!" Pause. "Par-ADE REST!" Her own boots stomp through the motions, hands settling on the low of her back, at which point she turns an uncharacteristically soft smile and voice upon the princess in white. "The floor is yours, General Organa."
[Zandra naMuriel]
Zandra is taken by surprise by the General's shouting, her breath drawn in and her gaze flying that way. She doesn't quite even know what it is, so lucky enough she doesn't have to jump to, since she doesn't. She does get stopped cold staring at that statue, for a very long time, swallowing a bit, and then murmuring, "I wish I had a chance to meet her." Just that, and Zan is quiet again, listening.
[Callax Dalso]
"There's only one thing you could be, Tallissan," Callax murmurs, his hand slipping into hers for just a moment to squeeze before returning to the pommel of his sword. "Yourself. And the galaxy is all the better for it." As Elrych drifts by, one elegant brow raises, but his vision snaps back to the crowd and the trees head. And now they have made it to the park, and Callax follows quietly, drawing to a halt with the rest of the parade and standing at rest as the General orders - and fixes his attention upon the lady in white, who no doubt has buried a lifetime of friends and loved ones far beyond that which history records. He is sober now, chiseled marble. Watching more history unfold.
[Tallie Lintra]
Elrych earns a bright quick smile, effectively knocking her moment of reverie away and bringing her into the moment.
"Myself," Tallie breaths in return, squeezing his hand before he withdraws it. The statue looms head. She studies it silently thinking of the great woman now frozen in her gesture of peace forever.
[Elrych Cometburn]
Elrych comms to his fellow, "Well you know what they say about meeting your heroes..." He makes his way to the forested area, "I'm going to check out things from a higher vantage point." And the Jedi starts is way into a more thickly settled area of trees. He finds one he thinks is suitable and starts to climb. He is hanging onto the trunk as he pulls out a pair of binoculars. "Hermm... I think I can see Leia and the General... Oh and who's butt is that..." He zooms out. It's Callaxe's. "Uh man... oh geeze..." He has to pull away the binoculars and shakes his head. When he opens his eyes again he's face to face with some sort of critter. Who screams and lashes out at him. This causes him to flail and let go of the tree, sending him falling to the ground. There is a loud thud and a grown heard through-out the otherwise quiet ceremony. He's totally okay.
[Greeson Rais]
Greeson Rais snapped to attention, having drilled in this for quite some time now since he had no element of formality to rely on before he joined, and stood at parade rest. His face, once more impassive, scanned the crowd for dangers, threats, fashion disasters, you know, important things.
[Leia Organa]
It would be a lie to try and deny the exhaustion she's feeling, of being emotionally spent after what feels a never ending series of obstacles to overcome, but this isn't a new thing to Leia Organa. Nor, she suspects, will it ever truly end. Not until... No. Her chin uplifts from the contemplative angle,and squares her shoulders, she is here to present an image to the people, one of composure and strength. There are many things she cannot do, but this? This she has more practice at than most. It's an effortless transformation that makes the petite woman seem as though she takes up more space than she actually does. There is a momentary smile shared with Ambrosia, and then she turns to take up her position in front of the crowd.
"First I would to thank the people of Theed for graciously hosting this assembly, for providing security, and for honoring the New Republic's first Chancellor, Mon Mothma, with this memorial site." Her voice carries, amplified so that those both near and far can hear her speak. "You have our sincere gratitude."
There's a pause, a good many seconds in which she allows a silence to hang in the air only broken by the sound of those in crowd, that of the nature in the park, and then she continues on. "We are here today to honor the life of Mon Mothma. I could spend..." Leia breaks off for a soft chuckle. "A long time listing all of her accomplishments and never cover them all, from Senator, to First Chancellor of the New Republic, to revolutionary leader. She spent the entirety of her career advocating for democracy, and speaking out against those who would strip it from us, even when doing so put her at great risk. Especially then, because that's when it mattered most. She was brave, and fierce, and though our opinions sometimes diverged, I never doubted that in her heart she was always fighting for what she believed was right and just, not only for herself, not only for her people, but for all people, all worlds."
"Mon Mothma said that war should not be a state of being, but temporary chaos between times of peace. That some wish to set war as the permanent course of things, but that she would never let it be so. She was correct. War is, at times, inevitable, and abhor it though she might, she understood that there were times when we had no choice but to rise up and fight against tyranny. And she did. But she wouldn't stand for it to become the status quo, and that is what we should all strive for. She had a vision of peaceful democracy, and it is my sincere hope that her vision, and what I hope is the vision of us all, will be realized anew."
Leia bows her head for a moment of silence, then she lifts her gaze again and smiles to the crowd. "Mon Mothma, my friend, your loss was a grievous one, but we will never forget you or what you stood for. I hope that we can honor your memory by fighting to restore peace to the galaxy as you would have wanted." Her gaze had fixed on an unseen point in the distance while she spoke, but it sharpens once again for those that actually stand in front of her. "Though we grieve, we endure, and honor those lost by carrying on their good works. Thank you, all of you in helping me to do just that, and for coming out today."
[Lofty]
Lofty clasps his paws behind his back and goes to parade rest. There isn't a satisfying THUD or CLACK from boots because he doesn't wear any. His upper set of eyes squint in the light to try and read the bronze plaque, but it may simply be too far away. Leia's words wash over the alien. Some he understands and some he does not, but like many here, Lofty has been in a state of war for most of the past four decades. So he just listens.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
A low murmur passes among the many dignitaries and government entities of varying stature present in the gathering. Some were friends, others political rivals, but they have unified to bear witness today, to lay rest to one of the cornerstones that formed their beloved NEW Republic, when it was clear that the old was lost. A few quiet notes of applause, a few shouts of like-minded sentiment, and then a few of the more muscly, Republic retainers step forward and assist with the opening of the small mausoleum hollowing the statue's base. Probably they've rehearsed this.
When the shallow tomb is open, a new command is issued and the hoversled is rotated ninety degrees then pushed forward - flag, flowers and all, into the opening. It's a perfect fit. The heavy door is walked closed, locked tight. It is done. All that remains now is to commit this moment to memory, as the very expensive, very empty box has been commited to its place of honor.
"AT EASE" Ambrosia calls out, freeing the Resistance troopers to mingle as they so desire, while she remains watchfully near to ensure /good/ behaviors. And to press forward so she may squint at that lovely engraving to read it for herself.
[Merek]
Merek does all that needs doing, coming to attention, then settling when the words are from Amber also.
