The landing, as previously boring as a million before it, went smoothly as ever. The captain had come back to her throne room and told her so, as if she couldn't figure it out for herself. Her handmaidens, all seemingly brainwashed devotees to their esteemed queen-to-be, got Cairo's things and took them outside to be taken to the hotel where she was going to be staying. Then they helped Cairo undress from her traveling gown into her more queen-like garb.
Cairo always hated that the most, having a group of tittering, brainless, spineless dumb blondes strip her down and dress up back up like she was a living doll. When she had first taken up her long-lost crown, she'd fought the handmaidens as they dressed and undressed her...but she'd learned that they were relentless in their assigned duties and she'd forced herself to stand there while they turned and tossed and fussed over her hair and clothes.
After about thirty minutes of changing clothes and shoes and hairstyles, the handmaidens went about their duties on the ship and left Cairo with her three bodyguards, who were equally as brainwashed and equally was dim-witted as the handmaidens.
"You look lovely, My Majesty.", one of them remarked flatly.
"Thank you.", she retorted back, just as flatly, if not mockingly at him.
He said that all the time, and didn't really mean it. It was just his job. Although, she did think she looked somewhat alright in this particular gown.
It was Alderaanian satin, a blueish silver. It was strapless, in the Bormean fashion, for Bormeans were prideful of their ample chests, well-formed shoulders, and graceful necks. Cairo didn't think highly of that area of her body, but it was the fashion of her world, so she humored her public. The dress was fitted to her exact measurements, and was tight in all the right places. Her hair was up, because it looked best with her official crown, which she was wearing since she'd be seen in public. Little wild tendrils of her dark hair cascaded down and framed her pretty face making her eyes radiate in their reflective splendor.
"Your majesty? If I could have your attention for a moment."
"I'd rather not, Querrols, but if you must...what silly number chart do you have for me to stare blankly at today?"
"Well! I never! Miss Solo, you really have gotten quite an attitude lately, and it's not befitting of a lady."
Cairo pouted slightly at her head advisor, Jon Querrols. He was the nerve center of Bormea, the man behind it all and Cairo's only confidant. "I'm sorry, Jon. It's just...I'm so bored! Everything is so....routine!!! I never do anything exciting. Being a princess is so dull."
Jon sighed heavily and put a hand on Cairo's shoulder softly. "Miss Solo...I know you've been bored with all this pagentry lately. So...I made an appointment to have a tour."
"A tour?! Oh, Jon...not another factory!"
"No. No, this is a little different. And I think you'll like it."
"I doubt that."
"Cairo....trust me?"
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Cairo did trust Jon and she went along with this 'surprise'. It was the least she could do, for Jon's sake. He was a sweet old man who only wanted to make his Princess happy, and Cairo thought the world of him. He was like the father she'd never had, and she was like a daughter to him.
He knew things about Cairo that the general public did not...like the fact that she loved technology, engineering, and things of that nature. Therefore Jon's 'surprise' was a trip to Coruscant Flight Control System's Head Quarters. For once, Cairo was actually excited about something...and she got to leave her handmaidens and brutish bodyguards behind at the hotel. It was just her, Jon, and his assistant/son Kevin. Kevin drove her and Jon to CFCS and dropped them off at the door where some bigwig of the place lead them inside.
In her high heels, expensive dress, and jeweled crown, Cairo looked out of place...but she didn't feel it. Every time their bigwig tourguide showed them a new section of the building, Cairo would stop and introduce herself (even though it was Jon's job and she wasn't suppose to talk to the workers). She'd asked them what they were doing, even give tips sometimes and tinker a moment, before Jon pulled her away. This was her kind of people: engineers, blue collars, and R&D specialists. Their work was fascinating to her, and much more interesting than that of a princess.
"And that's our CFCS, Your Majesty."
"...that's it?"
"Um..."
Jon broke in, "I...uh...think what's my Princess means to say it that, we have had a lovely time and...we appreciate your tour, My Good Man."
"No, Jon, I meant to say that this can't be the whole building. I saw three more stories above this one when I came in. And I'd really like to see those."
"But, Ma'am, those are quite boring."
"Oh, come now...doesn’t everyone find this whole place boring. I bet I'm the first girl who's come through here and not sighed in boredum once. Be a sport and show me the rest, please?"
The tourguide was taken aback. Princess' didn't talk like that! "Um....well....uh...ok, Your Majesty."
Jon turned red and rolled his eyes while Cairo almost squealed with delight as she followed the guide up a flight of steps to the upper level. He showed them around and Cairo peered in each door. There wasn't any workers up here, and Cairo decided that interacting with the workers was the best part. The guide has been right, the upper levels
were boring....but then...
"And this is the...ahem...Mr. Kaznor?"
Cairo peered around the guide into a room with a lot of machines and panels and controls...and a man. When their guide said his name, the man jumped and hit his head on the console he'd been wedged under. Cairo winced as the man groaned and climbed out from under the console. He was still turned with his back to her and she therefore turned her attention back to the guide as he spoke, "This is the Com Scan room. It's currently being attended to by one of our technicians, Darq K--"
Cairo pushed past the guide and slipped into the room, "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Kaznor. My name's Cairo."
