Nesha Prime
Netoshen
It was a cloudly night over the capital, a light rain fell upon the streets and building, but this didn't seem to dampen what was going on. It was a festive day for the Neshaten, people were out in the streets partying and enjoying themselves, Kit's were playing - either with themselves or in groups.
The occassion was yet another passing of the Great War, of a time when the people of the Kingdom were nearly lead to extinction. In reality, the ceremony was set on the day that they had arrived on their new world, a day that was considered very important to all in the Kingdom.
There were fireworks bursting in the sky, and military craft that flew over, likewise dropping these festive works of art. Because it was night, the fireworks were easy to see, each one bursting in some artistic fashion that made people applaud.
Every store, due to this occasion, was offering their services for free - there was no currency to be exchanged for the food or drinks being offered, it was truly a ceremony where commerce was of little concern, and the fact that they had survived a deadly war was more important.
In the northern part of the capital, where S.A.M. had their facilities, the NSV-Gam'trosha was docked on one of the facilities many external pads. The crew were all assembled and Sa'kira stared at all of them.
"Enjoy the festival," she told them and looked over the ranks. "This is one of the rare times that we can actually enjoy ourselves, remember to have fun and give thanks to our ancestors. If you plan to drink, do so in moderation please," smiled the Shipmaster as she looked over at Shar.
"Dismissed."
Netoshen
It was a cloudly night over the capital, a light rain fell upon the streets and building, but this didn't seem to dampen what was going on. It was a festive day for the Neshaten, people were out in the streets partying and enjoying themselves, Kit's were playing - either with themselves or in groups.
The occassion was yet another passing of the Great War, of a time when the people of the Kingdom were nearly lead to extinction. In reality, the ceremony was set on the day that they had arrived on their new world, a day that was considered very important to all in the Kingdom.
There were fireworks bursting in the sky, and military craft that flew over, likewise dropping these festive works of art. Because it was night, the fireworks were easy to see, each one bursting in some artistic fashion that made people applaud.
Every store, due to this occasion, was offering their services for free - there was no currency to be exchanged for the food or drinks being offered, it was truly a ceremony where commerce was of little concern, and the fact that they had survived a deadly war was more important.
In the northern part of the capital, where S.A.M. had their facilities, the NSV-Gam'trosha was docked on one of the facilities many external pads. The crew were all assembled and Sa'kira stared at all of them.
"Enjoy the festival," she told them and looked over the ranks. "This is one of the rare times that we can actually enjoy ourselves, remember to have fun and give thanks to our ancestors. If you plan to drink, do so in moderation please," smiled the Shipmaster as she looked over at Shar.
"Dismissed."