[delegates]
The delegates were happier than they had been a few moments ago. Knowing that there wasn't a chance of slavery for them and their people; well, it had a calming affect on them. They glanced to each other, sharing small smiles before focusing on the rest of Cassis speach. At some points they nodded their heads, though they didn't interrupt, even when they wanted to. The most shocking part for the diplomats was, we recognize not all planets follow Mandalorian culture and we wish to allow the customs, governments, etc of planets the right to self-govern , they had expected to be forced to join the Mandalorian culture. They weren't ready for that, at least not yet. Some would most likely decide to join immediately, but the rest, they'd be content to rebuild what was lost.
Once Cassi was done, they turned to one another, whispering furiously amongst themselves. It took a minute, but they stopped and turned to Cassi and Adenn again. Then, Jimmy leaned forward a bit, now obviously the "official" talker for the little group; and then he spoke up.
"Well met Cassiopeia. We're glad that you're here. I must say, those treats look delicious. May we get some?" At that moment, Bartsu had been reaching for a muffin. He stopped himself before he took it, looking sheepish. Jimmy shook his head, and Adenn glared at Bartsu. At that, he sat back sheepishly in his seat. "Thank you. Now, on to the other stuff you said. We're glad for the autonomy." Glancing to Adenn, receiving another dispassionate stare, he hurried along. "However, you say you'd watch over us. But we've heard of what you did to other planets. People like the Eshani. The CIS told us of what you've done. How can we be sure that those watching over us, aren't also those who secretly take us away at night?"
Adenn didn't like that, if the low growl was to be taken as displeasure. Jimmy immediately noticed the growl, and paled slightly and scooted backwards in his seat; hurriedly he spoke again.
"I don't mean to say that you are those people, just that.... well, that some people are afraid. Just... we've been through so much, and this, it's too good to be true." Jimmy leaned forward, his elbows on his knees wanting an answer.
[with Adenn]
He had listened to Jimmy and what he had to say. Part of it he found reasonable, but the stuff about them spying on them was absurd. So, once Jimmy was done speaking, Adenn spoke up; he had a growl in his voice, and an unseen glint in his eyes.
"Your concern for your people is good. However, your believe in what the CIS says. It's disquieting to say the least." At that, Jimmy visibly gulped hard. "They know not what they say. We're better than that." Standing up then, Adenn slowly made his way around the chair walking towards the Mandalorian symbol on the wall.
He walked so that his weapons clinked against his armor, and that his footfalls were heavy. It made for an ominous sounding walk. Then he was in front of the Mando'a symbol. He looked at it, then turned to the delegates. "Do you even know the symbol that it is you hang here?" They shook their heads, eyes wide in surprise at the question. "Of course not. It is a symbol of honor, integrity, honesty and loyalty. That symbol, it has existed for countless generations. It is the symbol of the Mandalorians. And those who are true to this are those who have not betrayed their allies." Turning fully to the delegates, giving them a glare from beneath his helmet. Adenn walked forward, between Cassi and the delegates.
Once there, Adenn stopped once more looking at Cassi before focusing once more on the delegates. He gave them each a look, such a look that they squirmed under the T-visors vissage. He then turned around and walked back towards the hovercart. There he grabbed the datapads and spun around to hand them to the delegates.
"These datapads, will as Cassi said, will provide answers to questions you may have."
And with that, Adenn took a step back. He was still angry though. To think, they believed rumors so easily. Then, without even thinking, Adenn took out his knife, strapped to his chest, in one quick and practiced move. That scared the delegates though, Oswiva dropped her datapad. They all feared the worst. Even the guards did, because they took a half step back in fright before partially aiming their guns. That was until they saw what Adenn was doing. Adenn was spinning his knife around his hand, barely even looking at it. The light reflected off of the patterns on the knife, sometimes reflecting onto someone. He was doing various things that would have cost others their hands and caused many scars. Adenn though, he made it seem easy. Then he spoke once more.
"Skill. That is something each Mandalorian gets over time. That symbol also represents our skill. Mandalorians fight, and we win or lose. Though we are never truly beaten. We hold ourselves to our word, and don't break it. This offer we make to you. It is a true offer, the best you shall receive. Believe what you may." Adenn stopped spinning his knife for a moment and looked fully at them. "but what we say is true."
With that, Adenn started spinning his knife again, the patterns on the knife catching the light. He let Cassi speak up there. He listened to what she would say, but didn't interfere. Instead, he merely continued to walk around spinning his knife. It seemed to mesmerize the delegates before they focused fully on Cassi. He didn't do it as an intimidation tactic on purpose, but it worked just as well as one. At that moment, the delegates were open, vulnerable. They were surprised, slightly scared and miffed. They kept glancing at one another and to Cassi or Adenn. Though, whatever Cassi said; they ate it up like children did candy.
[member="Cassiopeia Australis"]
