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  Terre Rae: Background Story
July 13, 2012 10:25:40 PM    View the profile of ShanneTwoo 
OOC:
I hope to make this the first of several installments with my character, Terre Rae, documenting her background.




An eighteen-year-old Terre Rae lay on her bed on Obroa-skai. She kicked her feet idly, bored out of her mind despite the fact that she was surrounded by literature. She stared at the smooth durasteel ceiling, daydreaming as she usually did to occupy herself. Hearing a light knock on her door, she groaned.

“Come in,” she said, rolling her eyes. Her younger sister, Keirah Rae, entered. She was fourteen and much shorter than Terre, standing at 4’9, while Terre was 5’6. Her hair was dark brown like her mother’s, and her eyes green, like her father’s. “Oh, what do you want?” Terre growled, turning over and staring at the wall.

“Father wants you to meet someone,” Keirah said softly, her voice melodious. Comparatively, Terre’s voice grated. “He just arrived.”

“What?” Terre asked, sitting up. She hadn’t heard any ship approach, which was unusual. The clunkers that came to Obroa-skai tended to announce to the entire system they were coming with the coughing and smoking the engines gave. “Who is it?”

“A foreign dignitary, Father says. Come and see!” Keirah closed the door. Terre listened to her sister tripping away, her feet light in the hallway. Terre decided she would defy her father. She turned over, prepared to fall asleep.

But curiosity quickly got the better of her and she finally stood, straightening her tunic and combing through her hair quickly. Grabbing a star-chart from a shelf as she passed, she began looking at various foreign dignitaries, the more recent ones, as she ran to the main library. None really stood out to Terre as a person to be interested in a library world, but who was she to guess at the mind of a dignitary? All Terre had ever known was a middle-class life. Poverty wasn’t quite the word for it, but she had to scrape for everything she wanted.

At a loss for which dignitary might be with her father, Terre tossed the chart onto a reshelf cart. It was her job to put it away anyway, and she figured later would work just as well as sooner. She heard her father’s voice, deep and soothing, and she hurried towards it. She saw her father before she did the dignitary. Her father was 5’9, had a receding hairline, and, Terre supposed, had at one time been handsome. His nose was long and his mouth full, with a square jaw. His hair was a dark blond, his eyes emerald green. He was bookish in nature, and carried himself with authority, though he managed not to come off as being pompous.

Terre skidded to a stop and walked calmly towards her father. Turning the corner, she finally saw the dignitary. She gaped at him, completely in awe.

He was an alien, blue-skinned, standing at nearly 5’11, with brilliant black hair that caught the light but seemed to reflect it rather than draw it in. His red eyes gleamed, and Terre saw vast intelligence hidden in those depths. He was truly a sight to behold, and Terre was completely enthralled.

“Father?” she whispered quietly, tipping a slight bow. He turned.

“Ah, Terre! There you are!” he said cheerfully, though the set of his mouth betrayed his annoyance at her. She knew he was going to hear about her tardiness later. One thing about having guests is Father is too afraid to punish me in front of them.

“I think this is your daughter?” the dignitary asked, his voice low and smooth. Terre was immediately attracted to him. He extended his hand, and she placed hers inside. His hand nearly eclipsed hers, yet he raised it to his lips, barely brushing her fingers. She smiled as he released her hand.

“I’m Terre Rae,” she stammered, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks. Quickly, she tipped a bow, trying to hide it.

“I am Grand Admiral Thrawn,” he said, bowing back, one arm behind his back, the other on his chest. Terre straightened and realized every manner had been forgotten.

“Can I get you any refreshments, Grand Admiral?” she asked.

“If you have any, I would like a tapcaf, Terre,” he said. Nodding, she walked to the next room and set about brewing a new pot. A man such as Thrawn deserved fresh tapcaf. While she waited, she eavesdropped on the conversation in the next room.

“Your daughter is a kind girl, Raavie,” Thrawn said in that voice of his.

“Yet she still manages to be disobedient,” her father sighed. Terre rolled her eyes.

“She rebels against you?” Thrawn asked, surprise in his voice. Terre was sure he was just being polite.

“Yes. She believes she can get away with anything,” Raavie murmured conspiratorially. “It is truly frustrating.”

“Have you tried disciplining her?” Thrawn asked. Terre sighed. Obviously…

“Well, yes!” her father stammered. “I’ve tried everything!”

“Even the harshest forms of punishment?” Terre gasped. The pot burbled, signaling it was ready, but Terre ignored it.

“Well, not exactly, no,” her father admitted. “I could never hurt my daughters.”

Tearing herself away, Terre poured the cup of tapcaf and set it on the tray, stewing herself. Harshest punishment, indeed. She then put some fresh slices of driblis fruit cake on the tray, carrying it out to Thrawn.

“Thank you,” he said graciously, his smile betraying nothing of what had just been said.

Terre bowed low, also betraying nothing. “I also brought driblis fruit cake for you, my lord,” she said smoothly.

“Driblis fruit?” Thrawn asked, suddenly interested. “Where did you get this?”

“A passing freighter was carrying crates of it. In exchange for a book, she gave us a crate of them,” Raavie explained.

Thrawn nodded, his red eyes half closed. “That brings me to my purpose for coming here, Raavie,” he said.

Terre thought she scented something dangerous in his tone. Perhaps it was the way he suddenly shifted his weight forward, perhaps it was the fact that Terre suddenly realized there were several troopers hiding in shadows, she wasn’t sure. She felt now would be a good time for her to leave. She set the tray on a table nearby and ran back to her room. She stood on the desk, pulling the air vent open and slowly slithering her way through to the vent directly above where her father and Thrawn still stood. She slowed her breathing so she could hear them.

“These fruits are from a world I seek,” Thrawn said, his red eyes seeming to glow.

“I’m sorry, Grand Admiral. That is restricted information.” Raavie was firm.

“I must know,” Thrawn said, his voice somewhere between a request and an order.

“I apologize, my lord. I cannot reveal that information,” Raavie said again.

“Tell me where Wayland is, and I will never trouble your world again,” Thrawn said.

“I’m afraid I cannot.” Terre was impressed. So far, her father had not faltered. Glancing up from the conflict for a moment, Terre saw her mother hurrying to her father. Just before she reached him, Thrawn struck her father, sending him to the ground. Her mother cried out, kneeling next to him.

“I’m alright, Mailie,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek. He stood again, facing Thrawn. “Now, you will never find Wayland,” he said angrily, helping Mailie to her feet and walking away. Terre saw a trooper take aim, then Thrawn waved him down. Pleased, Terre crawled back to her room.

She missed him say to the trooper, “Not yet.”


OOC:
WC: 1237

I shall continue with the next post soon.
--Shanne

TRP/PSC ShanneTwoo/1SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE
[This message has been edited by ShanneTwoo (edited August 12, 2012 3:23:02 PM)]
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