Christophsis.
A planet she once had her eyes set on as the jewel to the crown she would wear, an accomplishment she once sought to hold once she would become a Senator in the ranks of the ISC. But times changed, and so had her personal goals. Since the President's declaration of war against the Sith, she lofted her gaze higher, and worked harder than ever to stand where she was now. All those sleepless nights studying, doing her research, and applying were every step to here.
Carrick, Secretary of Defense, was ahead of her. The first true step forward to her role within the ISC, and the first person to report to. She'd heard rumors, of course; so many of them flew around in the dorms she shared in Theed. That he was perhaps once of the Jedi Order, or that he was a cold man. That he was married to his work, and that he never seemed to sleep.
She took one deep breath in, and squared her shoulders.
She hadn't worn the dress her mother sent; somehow, she felt that dressing up wouldn't be the way to get the man's attention or approval. Tugging on her jacket one last time, she checked to make sure she hadn't forgotten something. Long silvery-white hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and she was dressed in simple black trousers and short boots that almost looked like dress shoes, a plain black blouse and dark grey jacket. Things that, should she need to, she wouldn't feel adverse to moving in. Though Ilana Morata favored beauty and image, Silvi's father's rearing also gave her a more practical sense.
Knocking twice, her voice lifted to be heard. She was a little early, after all.
"Silvi Morata, sir. I hope I'm not too late."
Opening the door if she would hear any sound to indicate she could enter, pale blue eyes would sweep the space, seeking her new boss. Truth be told, though she had seen the holos and the occasional live report, she had no idea what he looked like up close.
@Nefieslab
A planet she once had her eyes set on as the jewel to the crown she would wear, an accomplishment she once sought to hold once she would become a Senator in the ranks of the ISC. But times changed, and so had her personal goals. Since the President's declaration of war against the Sith, she lofted her gaze higher, and worked harder than ever to stand where she was now. All those sleepless nights studying, doing her research, and applying were every step to here.
Carrick, Secretary of Defense, was ahead of her. The first true step forward to her role within the ISC, and the first person to report to. She'd heard rumors, of course; so many of them flew around in the dorms she shared in Theed. That he was perhaps once of the Jedi Order, or that he was a cold man. That he was married to his work, and that he never seemed to sleep.
She took one deep breath in, and squared her shoulders.
She hadn't worn the dress her mother sent; somehow, she felt that dressing up wouldn't be the way to get the man's attention or approval. Tugging on her jacket one last time, she checked to make sure she hadn't forgotten something. Long silvery-white hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and she was dressed in simple black trousers and short boots that almost looked like dress shoes, a plain black blouse and dark grey jacket. Things that, should she need to, she wouldn't feel adverse to moving in. Though Ilana Morata favored beauty and image, Silvi's father's rearing also gave her a more practical sense.
Knocking twice, her voice lifted to be heard. She was a little early, after all.
"Silvi Morata, sir. I hope I'm not too late."
Opening the door if she would hear any sound to indicate she could enter, pale blue eyes would sweep the space, seeking her new boss. Truth be told, though she had seen the holos and the occasional live report, she had no idea what he looked like up close.
@Nefieslab
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