He grinned down at Indy, pleased with the change in general mood. His eyes followed her own to to the window, taking in the passing sights as she asked where they were going. That was the real question, wasn't it? The ship wasn't the point, merely the transportation. They were, the two of them, flying away from the city to go somewhere special.
Hannibal had always seemed to thrive in cities and urban settings. That's where he did his work, swimming among the people of the galaxy in the population-dense worlds of the Outer Rim where corruption and struggle coloured every moment of daily life. He'd always seen life as a form of chaos, in a way, tempered by the order of society and people's interactions with one another. Life wasn't the way it was so often depicted in writing, or holofilms, or even in stories. Life is a messy thing, where even Jedi can't quite see the next thing coming. Exponentially messier when millions upon millions of people live stacked atop one another in metal towers on planets ruled by criminals and uncaring governments.
Certainly he did his best work in such places, well attuned the the ebbs and flows of the people, of the crowd. But that's not where he was most at peace.
The ship flew away from the city, rapidly picking up speed toward the vast hills and forests of Naboo. Hannibal smiled softly beside Indy as he looked out the window, then turned back to look at her. "One of my favourite places. You'll see," he replied vaguely, smile edging up his face and eyes glittering with that familiar mischievous energy. He took another sip of his drink to pass a quiet second, then placed it back down on the bar.
"Theed is nice, but it's not even the best part of Naboo. I hope you like trees." He chuckled, as if at a joke only he knew, then waved somewhere behind him toward where the kitchen was. "We'll eat there if you don't mind waiting a little longer."
Hannibal had always seemed to thrive in cities and urban settings. That's where he did his work, swimming among the people of the galaxy in the population-dense worlds of the Outer Rim where corruption and struggle coloured every moment of daily life. He'd always seen life as a form of chaos, in a way, tempered by the order of society and people's interactions with one another. Life wasn't the way it was so often depicted in writing, or holofilms, or even in stories. Life is a messy thing, where even Jedi can't quite see the next thing coming. Exponentially messier when millions upon millions of people live stacked atop one another in metal towers on planets ruled by criminals and uncaring governments.
Certainly he did his best work in such places, well attuned the the ebbs and flows of the people, of the crowd. But that's not where he was most at peace.
The ship flew away from the city, rapidly picking up speed toward the vast hills and forests of Naboo. Hannibal smiled softly beside Indy as he looked out the window, then turned back to look at her. "One of my favourite places. You'll see," he replied vaguely, smile edging up his face and eyes glittering with that familiar mischievous energy. He took another sip of his drink to pass a quiet second, then placed it back down on the bar.
"Theed is nice, but it's not even the best part of Naboo. I hope you like trees." He chuckled, as if at a joke only he knew, then waved somewhere behind him toward where the kitchen was. "We'll eat there if you don't mind waiting a little longer."
@Killa Ree