03-28-2017, 02:10 AM
Compared to what Celestia have lived with for thousands of years, Coruscant was a technological marvel. That said, she wasn't as stunned by it as one might expect. Though most of the specific devices on display were things she didn't recognize, technological change as a whole was something she'd lived through a few times. She had built up a certain resilience to such changes over the course of her life. And while she'd never seen them on this scale, the mages and inventors she'd governed had occasionally come up with devices of vaguely similar concepts. Though the city itself was a little more surprising, who'd have thought that a city could be build so large as to cover the entire plane? She'd read as much in the book previously, but that was different from actually seeing it.
The group had an objective however, which meant they couldn't stop to admire the city, and they didn't. It wasn't long before they'd arrived at an elevator, and stepped aboard. Revan took a moment to assure Celestia that his prior association with Sombra was not something he meant to conceal. It was an easy thing to forgive, so much so in fact that she almost didn't think it would be necessary. But for peace of mind it had to be said. Celestia smiled back at Revan. “Don't concern yourself too much. You had no way of knowing the two of us had a connection. And of course I didn't think to ask. So it is not truly anyone's fault in the end.”
Any further discussion of the topic would be forced to wait, as the elevator came to a stop. The doors opened, and the sound suddenly shifted from the quiet of the elevator to the noise of several voices discussing all at once. There were already several primes there, and already discussing which trouble spots they would be heading to and who they would be travelling with. A few got onto the elevator the three of them just left. Apparently they were a little late, by comparison, but that would be no excuse to be impatient. They had to confirm their presence with the doctor and learn at least the critical information before jumping into the fray.
With the majority of fighters here, presumably mostly primes, already organizing themselves, Dr. Regal was apparently able to greet the three of them in person. Or perhaps this was merely a protocol they missed the explanation of, seeing to each volunteer individually. The answer was sure to soon prove either apparent or irrelevant. “There appear to be a lot of volunteers already,” Celestia said, as Revan was examined. The question was directed at Dr. Regal, but she spoke loudly enough that anyone else who might have a response could hear. “Are there any places in particular where we might be needed?”
The group had an objective however, which meant they couldn't stop to admire the city, and they didn't. It wasn't long before they'd arrived at an elevator, and stepped aboard. Revan took a moment to assure Celestia that his prior association with Sombra was not something he meant to conceal. It was an easy thing to forgive, so much so in fact that she almost didn't think it would be necessary. But for peace of mind it had to be said. Celestia smiled back at Revan. “Don't concern yourself too much. You had no way of knowing the two of us had a connection. And of course I didn't think to ask. So it is not truly anyone's fault in the end.”
Any further discussion of the topic would be forced to wait, as the elevator came to a stop. The doors opened, and the sound suddenly shifted from the quiet of the elevator to the noise of several voices discussing all at once. There were already several primes there, and already discussing which trouble spots they would be heading to and who they would be travelling with. A few got onto the elevator the three of them just left. Apparently they were a little late, by comparison, but that would be no excuse to be impatient. They had to confirm their presence with the doctor and learn at least the critical information before jumping into the fray.
With the majority of fighters here, presumably mostly primes, already organizing themselves, Dr. Regal was apparently able to greet the three of them in person. Or perhaps this was merely a protocol they missed the explanation of, seeing to each volunteer individually. The answer was sure to soon prove either apparent or irrelevant. “There appear to be a lot of volunteers already,” Celestia said, as Revan was examined. The question was directed at Dr. Regal, but she spoke loudly enough that anyone else who might have a response could hear. “Are there any places in particular where we might be needed?”