Bitter Persimmons of Atrisia (FO, FWC, RHOA only)

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Atrisia system, FO Space
Objective: Accompany Queen Faith Organa
Wearing: Alderaani Traditional
Interacting with: Queen Faith, Riamah ( Dr. Aes'ona Terrani, and others as story progresses)
Post: 4



"Oh wow... that's...that's so nobel, [member="Riamah"] . " She beamed a genuine smile, upon her friend revealing what she had been doing since last they had met.

It weren't that Marina hadn't known Riamah to be of good character. She had gotten good vibes from her the first time they were introduced. But it was always a pleasure and there was something shared that she felt in the air about people coming to the aid of those in need. It were inspiring to Marina in being able to be among those whom had a similar heart and compassion as her. And hearing it from Riamah that she had also been on Commenor was indeed a revelation. Marina had not known that, and that was what brought on her smile.

"I mean, I heard of the resistance and those whom risk their lives coming to the aid of those whom are being oppressed. I've much admiration of their fearless courage.
I find much inspiration coming from them...from individuals like you, Riamah." She said, before her queen announced that they were about to disembark.

Marina could have told Riamah of her own role she had played on aiding Commenor too, but she wanted to hear more from Riamah. It were individuals like her queen, Riamah and those whom put their lives and resources on the line to oppose the sith. Marina believed she herself hadn't done much on her own in the same degree as those currently around her.
But in all sense of the word, Marina was quite modest of her own abilities and courage. She was no contact fighter that much was clear as she was a pacifist. Still, being a pacifist didn't mean one was a coward and ran from a fight for personal preservation. No.
Marina never ran away in a panic, even when fear made it's ugly presence. But being afraid only meant that there were lives, if not bodily harm, to her and others at stake. As powerful and overwhelming fear was at times, it never impeded her somehow. It only pushed her to find the avenues to put to rest that which was causing that fear. In a way, fear made her unknowingly inventive..keen and sharpened her senses. Perhaps it were a trait she had picked up from her father and brother, as certainly her hardheadedness and resolve weren't from her mother. Poise, patience, understanding, love and everything else which made her mother a noble woman made up Marina's projected persona. Everything else, like courage and thinking fast on her feet at the most dire of moments were a DeVoe bloodline trait.

"Uh?.." Marina's attention were then redrawn to Queen [member="Faith Organa"] . She had picked up the word 'fun', which naturally seemed a bit off key. But that had been her queen's intention to make light of what they were presently coming up on.
"Ooh..." Marina's eyes picked up the troops and what apparently seemed to be the welcoming party awaiting them.
That's right, it was the First Order...
Marina shot Riamah a nervous smile.
"Well, looks like it's a home game for them."

The realization hit her, as she drew her attention from Riamah to the troops.
"We'll have to catch up at a later time..." In that first drawn breath, she felt that they had just stepped up to the edge of a sarlac pit. Ok, so maybe that could somewhat be construed as too melodramatic, but that was precisely Marina's initial gut feeling as she took in her surroundings. It was in the air...not apparently hitting her in the face yet, but something ominous lingered in the air somewhere. Intuition maybe, or just her own jitters before a well dressed young man came up to greet them.
With no protocol droid to translate his sincere delivered greeting, she nevertheless realized he were the young prince, Prince [member="Shoma Ike"] .

He were not at all whom she had envisioned, as he seemed nice enough and was genuinely pleased to see her queen.
Marina bowed in return, following his introduction and acknowledgement of the ensemble about Queen Organa. And to her own surprise, discovered she had presented him with a smile. How odd she thought of her actions, for she had been versed that the young man was of the First order. Still, mayhaps it were that which the young Prince were able to emanate over to her... his nobility. It meant good upbringing...proper and true voice of his people.
But that in itself placed Marina in an awkward stasis, standing there beside her queen as it were difficult to sever that which clung upon the Prince; First Order.
It simply did not suit his nobility. Then again, a young man of such standing and quality could very well construct the very bridge the free systems of the Galaxy were hoping for one day.

Such thoughts, such visions of hope floted around Marina's head. It were like dreams...day dreams, here under the Astrisian sun. Could she even dare dream of the possibilities which this day and the next could well foster here?

EurrrUHHRRRRRRRUUUURRRT!........ Like that of a needle on an old phonograph, her day dream came to a screeching halt.
Even Atrisia's sun were no longer dancing her warm welcoming light in her eyes. She now were feeling the heat of the star above and it's flash of blinding light which suddenly bounced off one of the troopers armor, bringing Marina back to reality. That, and what she construed as a boisterous man marching his weight over to them. Well, no so much as mass weight, but one which clearly emanated control...power... time for her to be on alert.
"Gulp..." she couldn't help but swallow, as the figurehead of what could be behind all that which had orchestrated that horse and pony show above the system's stratosphere with the Tie escorts, was now here planet side himself, marching up to meet them. Her peripheral were pacing the man, as she remained in eye contact with the young Prince.
her role at this point were to back her queen and be as observant and objective as she could. The latter Marina knew would be quite a struggle for her, as she had no like whatsoever of First Order Bureaucrats, and this fellow certainly could well fit the bill, in her opinion.

"Objective...remain objective, Marina....clear your mind...your doubts... " She told herself quietly, as the man in what appeared to her to be a well rehearsed formal greeting completed their initial introductions. His invite to start off the day's itinerary with security brought her eyes to follow his gesture.
"Gasp.... " Marina were momentarily besides herself.

There...there among the fold of First Order troops and the one whom she now knew to be Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber was [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] .
Marina could be said to be dumbfounded for a moment as her lips parted when her lower jaw gave in to Atrisia's gravity. It took one blink..then then three for her to reset before her composure returned.
Oh, if they were elsewhere...formalities and protocols would be out the airlocks and she would give her friend a much needed long overdue hug. it had been months...ages it seemed since she had last spoke with her.
But what was Aes'ona doing- ?
"Oh wait...shoot...that 's right...First Order, Marina...." Her thoughts took a moment catch up to the present.
Yes, her good friend was indeed a First Order officer. OK, now what?

"Sigh..." Yes, Marina had to amend her proprietary stance and outlook at what she thought of the First Order upon setting foot on Atrisia's soil..
Right...not all of the First Order were comprised of bigots, she reminded herself. Her friend before her definitely had proved that to her. And then there was her other FO friend, Skye... "Focus...stay focused, Marina..."
Yes, maybe there was some real hope here in establishing some viable ground breaking working trade agreement between Atrisia and the free systems. Marina started to feel more confident about the validity of them being here here. As long as there were individuals like Aes'ona and others she knew within the FO, then there was a good chance that these talks of peace could fly.

"Dr Terrain... a pleasure...." She just had to say her name out loud, as Marina's smile finally came to blossom again, defying that momentary gravity drag.






[member="Robogeber"]
[member="Shoma Ike"]
[member="Faith Organa"]
[member="Riamah"]
[member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]

 

[Riamah]

Turning to look at Faith as she spoke, she gave her a small reassuring smile. Ra had no fear or concerns they were being lead into a trap or danger. A simple visit to a friend they just happened to be located in the territory of the First Order. This would not be her first time interacting with them, but it would still be interesting.

Falling into step with Faith and Marina, she followed the trail left open by the guards. They were greeted by a teen that seemed somewhat familiar to Ra. It took her several moments to place him, but they had met a few years ago and worked out a deal between the Metal Lords and the then Republic Remnant. They now went by a different name and it was very likely the alliance made back then had been forgotten.

He greeted them in words familiar to him, but not to the other and welcomed them. The boy then turned and introduced them to the First Order officer that had joined them. Extending the invitation for him to have tea with them as well.

Fancy titles and ranks did not impress her, but understood the need some people had for them. She gave a nod of respect to him in the same way she had her queen. He essentially ignored herself and Marina and this gave Ra the opportunity to observe him. Truning her attention to his company, she had seen this doctor before.

It had been in the company of Cedric. Very interesting she was with this First Order officer now. Perhaps she was sleeping with the powerful in the hopes of making a name for herself. It didn't really matter though and Ra turned her thoughts away from this and smiled at Marina slightly.

Another time they could catch up as the other woman had said and she nodded. There would also need to be some clarification, but now wasn't the time or place for it. Putting on a business face though, she now looked between the small gathered party.

[member="Robogeber"] [member="Shoma Ike"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] [member="Marina DeVoe"]

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Atrisia system, FO Space
Objective: Accompany Queen Faith Organa
Wearing: Alderaani Traditional
Interacting with: Queen Faith, Riamah ( Dr. Aes'ona Terrani, and others as story progresses)
Post: 5





"Aes'ona...." Marina said in a low tone as they followed their procession into the palace. "...you're looking... kinda spiffy...hehe." She chuckled, barely able to hold back her joy in finding her friend here on Atrisia.
Her friend did indeed look quite dapper in uniform, Marina had to admit. So what it were First Order...Marina had to loft a brow as it looked spiffy on her. It had all the qualities from not only being form fitting, with not a crease out of place... but the stitching and fabric were top notch. Marina got to wondering as she slowed her walk down to come side by side pacing with her friend, as to what she herself would look like in uniform too.
Yes, her friend could pull off a uniform well.

Without looking about, Marina turned her head to give her a big smile. Proper it certainly weren't, as it could have well given way as to their relationship as friends. And if that were noticed, either or both would be questioned by their proprietors as to what was up.... or, how did they come to know one another? What kind of informational exchange had taken place... and even perhaps as to 'who's side' were they on, and so on and so forth...

The two had given little clue or notion to how well they were acquainted as the three groups had proceeded from the tarmac to the palace grounds. Marina had followed along with Queen [member="Faith Organa"]'s procession all the way up to the palace before seemingly lag behind, to get walking along with Aes'ona.
Marina was hoping for a blind moment around some bend or hallway passage where she could give her friend a warm hug...she had missed her so.
Sure there were palace guards within, but not so much troopers, who would most likely report on every detail...maybe even to this Admiral something or other. She couldn't remember his name at the moment, she was too preoccupied with walking by her friend's side.

"Ahem..." She continued to keep her tone low for only Aes'ona to hear...

"I see your foot healed quite well..." Marina laid mention to their first encounter, when she and [member="Mariya Fleischer"] picked up Aes'ona with her personal ship the Mariner IV. Well, their first initial encounter were one which Marina had wished to forget as it were certainly awkward to begin with. It had been the First order association thing. But with awkwardness and premonitions soon set aside, they soon became good friends. After all, it had been a girlfriend getaway with the underlying plan on getting both Marina and Aes'ona to get to know one another, as both were very close friends of Mariya Fleischer. It were inevitable that the three should all become good friends by the end of their girl trip.... and that was what exactly happened.

"So it's true of what they say...doctors can heal themselves...hehe..." Yes, it were too easy for one to forget the troubles of the galaxy when among a good friend...if even seperated somewhat by their political parties.

"God, we've got a lot of catching up to do....and I hope you heard something from Mariya. I've not a peep from her in like months..." Marina found herself mentioning their mutual friend, just before the realization that they had become detached from the group.

"Oh my, looks like we need to catch up to our group first before someone starts wondering what we are doing lagging behind...." Yes, Marina at times could hardly contain herself, much less her tongue. But this was her friend and she had missed her. It were difficult to just walk along with their proper processions and keep her mouth shut..even if she spoke in a low tone.



Robogeber
Shoma Ike
Faith Organa
Riamah
Dr. Aes'ona Terrani

 

[Faith Organa]

The procession stopped in front of Shoma as he offered the traditional greeting. She had to admit if asked that she was a poor student when it came to the native language of Atrisia she should try harder to learn from her father [member="The Elder Kashi"] when time permitted. She was always making excuses though and here it was a time when it would come in handy.

Faith knew enough to know it was a welcome to Atrisia she bowed slightly to [member="Shoma Ike"] he looked well albeit a bit tired. She then turned to the Grand Admiral she smiled and extended her hand, "Greetings Grand Admiral [member="Robogeber"] an honor" She tried to take in the details of the man's face, and how he held himself. She looked to the good doctor, "Greetings Doctor [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] pleasure to meet you."

"Atrisian Security Policy, I"m afraid currently I am not versed on its current state. Perhaps a meeting would help me, my family, and those associated with me to become current." She wasn't sure if it was the visit that triggered the topic or if it was something the First Order regularly performed for their.....protected planets. She did however maintain her smile looking over to Shoma, "Tea sounds wonderful"

Tea a hot or cold drink made from tiny leaves of a specific plants always made with water.

She could see that [member="Riamah"] and [member="Marina DeVoe"] trying their best to do as she asked, present their best face. There were some slight whispers not unexpected at in under the circumstances. Faith was unaware that the First Order would be joining them.

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: Atrisia, outside the royal palace perimeter

The wind carried no answers.

Leaves danced across the forest floor in a symphony all too well known to one who knew nature. On the wings of the breeze several birds coasted upon the updrafts with their musical sing song echoing from above the treeline. Through the branches several species of mammals skittered about, the sounds of their chittering resounding about. The smaller saplings swayed from the strength of the wind. And the leaves rustled through the forest.

The man stood therein as nature continued undisturbed around his still form. Eyes closed to the peaceful view he instead was following the currents of the Force, the intricate lines woven unseen throughout all things. He was an observer to the ebb and flow, watching the miniscule tide that lapped gently against his psyche.

He was removed from events, his absence going unnoticed within the Galaxy. Chaos whispered to men and women, the sultry voice cooing softly like a lover who confided with one it sought to influence. And the power of Chaos was not impotent. Homes, planets, governments felt the minor machinations of Chaos, whether the presence was admitted or not. Even a man removed was not immune to the influence of Chaos.

Especially for one who was on such intimate terms with Chaos.

Eyes slowly opened, the man rousing from his reverie. Peace and tranquility were denied him his entire existence. In it's place existed passion and a whimsical drive that he answered, to the concern of any who entered into his sphere of influence. He was random, unpredictable, uncontrollable. He was chaotic. And yet time and experience had tempered the madness of his choices. Nay, it wasn't time and experience that had tempered the madness but rather the most chaotic expression of life itself, Love.

A smirk of amusement settled upon his face as he made his way through the forest. He had an appointment to keep.

Later he found himself striding toward the royal palace, an invitation to a meeting of Atrisia, Alderaan, and the First Order. Approaching the guards on the outermost perimeter he slowed. Today he wore no armor nor armor, choosing a tan tunic with sleeves pulled to elbows and brown trousers covering well worn leather boots. The comlink he held loosely in his hand would give his admittance upon acceptance, one Muad Dib.

So he waited for approval from the sentries as they checked his credentials with those gathered near the veranda.

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

/ [member="Marina DeVoe"] \​

†††​

"Marina," Aes'ona began, allowing a broad smile to grace her lips after she had fallen back alongside her friend. "You don't look bad yourself."

Then she chuckled, correcting her friend, "Only half true. I outsourced and found a top-rated orthopedic surgeon. Sorry to disappoint." She laughed again at her own joke but then her face dropped at the mention of the other woman. "I'm sorry, I haven't. I chalked it up to an external communications blackout." It happened quite a bit to officers, the periodic cut off of intergalactic holomails and holocalls. Most often, the FOSB was to thank for the temporary security lockdown after an information beach or something of the like.

But it was alright. All it the name of the Order's posterity. Normally, the doctor was warned when such a thing was about to happen, when it was to both begin and end, but sometimes she wasn't notified. "I do hope she's alright... Won't you let me know if you hear anything?"

"Maybe we'll have some time after the meeting," she suggested. "Come see me after and we'll talk." With that, she walked towards [member="Robogeber"]. The doctor knew better than promise something like her precious time to someone outside of the Order, but she stayed optimistic nonetheless. She hadn't seen Marina in so long but had periodically thought about both her and Mariya.

Mary, she remembered the latter had called herself upon their first meeting back on FIMS Mountbatten. Aes'ona grinned to herself but forced the smile away once she neared her commanding officer. It had been a simpler time.

A much simpler time.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Atrisia system, FO Space
Objective: Accompany Queen Faith Organa
Wearing: Alderaani Traditional
Interacting with: Queen Faith, Riamah, Dr. Aes'ona Terrani (and others as story progresses)
Post: 6


Her heart sank when Aes'ona relayed that she hadn't seen, nor heard of their friend.
This weren't the opportune time to talk about it and compare notes as to whom saw/heard of Mariya last. The processions were entering the greater hall and each should at least best tend to their respective party.

"You bet...talk to you later.." Marina nodded to Aes'ona in a low tone. Most definitely she'd seek the first opportunity to do some catching up. Marina never forgot a friend and her feelings toward them never diminished. It were her mojo.

She quickened her pace, catching up to her queen and Riamah giving both a gleaming show of pearly whites. She felt more at home, with her current entourage knowing her friend Aes'ona was here also. Marina was also relieved her friend wasn't in pain, her foot at least. Odd it had been when she had first discovered Aes'ona had agreed to go on their girl trip despite the trouble with her foot at the time. Seemed some good doctors put their patients above all else, including themselves. But all were good and this at the very least took her worries off her friend's foot, as they had last departed with Aes'ona limping home, so to say.

Marina didn't mention to her queen as she came back up next to her of her FO friend. Not that she were to keep it a secret, no. Just that there was a time and place for everything...and this one particular detail could well be defined to her queen at a better moment.

Well, with one last glance over to her uniformed friend, Marina stated taking notice of her surroundings. The palace.
The palace itself spoke little really of the folk who currently occupied it. Such timeless structures like palaces and temples rarely did change as a whole, if not at all with new occupants. And this palace spoke of an era long past...when much heart and soul of a people were reflected into it's construction...Atrisian art, as Marina took to note. Sure, there were many generations of progressive paintings and new works of art through the generations, here, there...new tapestry... new framed paintings... little changes here and there through the centuries...

Still, what always remained were the works and dreams embedded deep within it's foundation and permanent reliefs and architecture, the spirit and soul of their creators. So it were in essence with all living entities and their Creator, as far as Marina's beliefs were concerned. All living beings were once created for all to co-exist in harmony. But through eons of time and infinite wars brought upon by small differences that should have made them each unique, much had changed to ebb away their common heart and spirit by which the Creator had first made them with. Small differences that should have made one compliment the other in lacking, turned to jealousy, dislike... and then to hatred...wars.

So it came to pass, as Marina followed along with her entourage, that she would immerse herself with the architecture, the many reliefs, statues and paintings that made up the palace...the marble/mirror-like floors with beautiful carved pillars rising up to majestic vaulted ceilings...all of artisan craftsmanship that rivaled any palace in the galaxy....
Such palaces ,whether they were on Alderaan or even found on Korriban were all eye inspiring in their own unique ways, if not daunting as some could be from such hostile worlds. Seemed such palaces reflected much of the people who constructed them. And Atrisia seemed to have been as grand as Alderaan or Naboo at one time. So the palace walls spoke to her.

"It's quite beautiful...." Marina absently spoke, before realizing she spoke out loud enough for her queen to hear.

"Ahem...
I mean the palace, your majesty.
It reflects the beauty and inspiration of the people who built it. "



[member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
[member="Faith Organa"]
[member="Riamah"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

At overhearing Marina remark on the beauty, the teen turned and looked over at the women.

When she elaborated to indicate the palace, the boy gave a bow to show his thanks. "I appreciate your saying so," the youth intoned politely.

The remarks of the illustrious Carlyle Rausgeber were somewhat less poetic. Tea and security policy. Now there was a power lunch if ever there was one.

"Of course, Admiral," the boy replied graciously, gesturing for the entourage to follow as he set off for the veranda. It appeared that they would be enjoying tea at the palace.

Turning his attention to Faith, the boy tried to keep some manner of conversation going. "How goes the reconstruction on Alderaan?" the boy inquired. "With the Commenor System struggling for stability, I imagine resources in your part of the Core may be difficult to come by. Are you able to get any assistance from the New Republic?"

It was an easy enough question. It placed the focus on Alderaan and, in the larger scheme of things, opened the door to potentially asking whether Alderaan might be in need of anything which the First Order -- either directly or through the Atrisian Commonwealth as an intermediary -- might be able to supply.

Small steps.

Diplomacy worked in small steps.

At the same time, it was a bit of a probe. Shoma was not as familiar as he wanted to be on the affairs of the so-called New Republic. When he'd been an ambassador for the Galactic Alliance, he had handled relations with the predecessor of the Carida government, the Republic Remnant. But the move to the Core seemed a bold move, to say the least.

How that was playing out in the local politics, he had no idea. Interesting, then, to see if Faith would be willing to shed some light on how those relationships were developing with Alderaan's new neighbors.

FIRST ORDER​

[member="Robogeber"] | [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]​

ROYAL HOUSE OF ALDERAAN​

[member="Faith Organa"] | [member="Marina DeVoe"] | [member="Riamah"]​

MAUD DIB​

[member="Muad Dib"]​

 

[Robogeber]

Allies: [member="Shoma Ike"] | [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
People: [member="Marina DeVoe"] | [member="Faith Organa"] | [member="Riamah"] | [member="Muad Dib"]
Objective: Be an awkward, brooding presence for his majesty.

The droid pointedly eyed the conversation occurring at his periphery. He internally disapproved, and made a mental note to discuss this matter of import with his adjunct when this was all over. Until then, the droid offered a smile, "I assure you, your majesty." he began, addressing the Alderaanian Queen, "The honour is mine." Upon being addressed by the local Prince, Rausgeber bowed his head, "I most certainly do appreciate you accommodating me in such an....." he allowed himself a pause, "Unconventional manner."

As the Prince moved, the droid moved behind him, with the mass of stormtroopers and special forces flanking to the very rear. "Atrisia's security is something key to the future of the Order and our value." The droid mused, addressing the Queen and her question. "Currently, the First Order takes control of orbital security concerns." He added, "And we allow some autonomy for local forces, but some recent events have meant that I wish to reexamine and reaffirm our primacy as Atrisia's caretakers."

The Grand Admiral allowed himself a chuckle, "At the discretion of his majesty of course." He quickly allowed himself, presenting the illusion of power. He paused, "I must admit, I am not one for tea." he continued, "Would it be permissible of me to perhaps dine, and merely, be apart of proceedings?" he inquired. "Tea does not mix well with my Dosuunian constitution."

 

[Faith Organa]

The reconstruction, "Prince Shoma the reconstruction goes very well one would hardly at times know that anything had happened." If it weren't for their long memories and the scars left upon the land and the people. "I thank you for asking." She could not help but take in the words of the Grand Admiral.

To Faith the words that seem to flow so effortlessly from the lips of the Grand Admiral were full of hidden meanings he was a practiced hand at politics for certain. She maintained her smile and remembered all the training she had received wondering if she should really call upon it now or just speak her mind. Speaking her mind would not help anything at all right now.

"Please allow me to present those with me." She would remember to be polite to be anything else would not show her Alderaani heritage, "I present a constant companion to me in these trips I take she is a merchant and scholar, I present [member="Riamah"] and next to her is Lady [member="Marina DeVoe"] of House Devoe of Alderaan." There were a few others with her but her aide and a couple royal guards at this moment did not need position or title.

She looked to [member="Shoma Ike"] she felt her chest tighten at any time it might have been Alderaan that had orbital security and on the ground 'advisors' she felt bad for her friend. Listening to the Grand Admiral speak about security, "I imagine our ship presented an opportunity to test procedures, is that so Grand Admiral?"

She kept walking she wanted the tea the comfort of the warmth of a cup mixed with the often slight bitterness of the leaves. She did not want to be rude looking to the Dr. [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] perhaps she was a tea drinker.


[member="Robogeber"]

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Atrisia system, FO Space
Objective: Accompany Queen Faith Organa
Wearing: Alderaani Traditional
Interacting with: Queen Faith, Riamah, Dr. Aes'ona Terrani (and others as story progresses)
Post: 7


Oh my...
Marina could do little but give the young Lord, the prince she reminded herself, a smile. She hadn't meant to speak so loud as for their host to hear, but nevertheless she did. It certainly weren't meant in any patronizing fashion, as most often did to gain favor. It were her honest observation and the slip of the ol'tongue. Something of a trademark for one who rarely kept as quiet as she should, so to speak. Still, it were indeed a compliment she had uttered and not with any undertone of sarcasm.

Although, of the Admiral. ...well, Marina did her best not showing her discomfort of his looming presence. Although the Admiral didn't necessarily project his dauntless, his troops however were a bit over the top for mere 'security details' within an already secured palace. The troops by proxy did paint the Admiral as one who certainly wished to project authority by way of strength. And no one could do it better than with an attachment of stormtroopers.

Well, certainly many things were buzzing about in Marina's mind with her friend here now planet-side and just @Aes'ona just a few shoulders distance... and of the well spoken young prince who she genuinely picked up true sincerity...for one in the First Order.
But it were her queen who softened the rather rough pretentious Admiral's edge with proper and formal introductions.
Marina gave the prince an near full curtsy, complimented with a nice display of her pearly whites, in contrast of course, to her tight lip and acknowledging bow of her head (in respect) to Admiral Rausberger's presence.
She were only following her queen's proper etiquette concerning the presence and acknowledgement of the Admiral, despite his certain lack of interest of anyone outside of the prince and her queen. This in a way did provide some relief of the tension that seemed to be building up in the air around them...the Admiral's attention not minding her presence.

Marina had not come to Atresia with any predetermined notion of his person, no. In fact, she had never heard of Admiral Rausberger before. And why would she, as the FO comprised of hundreds if not thousands of Admirals within it's military ranks.
But then again, what was there to expect from an authoritarian representative of the FO's military? This Admiral should be like so many other FO Admirals.
Between the escort they were met with, comprising of an entire wing of fighters upon their emergence into the system, to the current battalion of troops seemingly surrounding them... one could come to conclude the Admiral had secured himself some prisoners.
No...let's not think about that. keep to the moment, Marina.... she silently checked herself.

Of the rebuilding efforts on Alderaan?
Well, the vermin Carnifax had but scratched only the surface of Alderaan. He was no Palpatine.
Marina's ancestral world had once been completely destroyed by that serpent of a sith Emperor nearly a millennia past. Yet the Alderaanii had not perished in the void of space, but persevered.
What her world had sustained months earlier, it had experienced before when she were just a little girl. And here she were still standing now...a mature woman.
Ok, well a bit quirky at times...but nevertheless standing here a proud Alderaanii next to her queen.





[member="Faith Organa"]
[member="Robogeber"]
[member="Shoma Ike"]
[member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
[member="Riamah"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: the perimeter
Objective: meet and greet
Allies: potentially those at the meeting
Enemies: potentially those at the meeting

He sighed theatrically as he waited for permission to be granted. Eyes flickered over the Atrisian Guard and the nearby First Order soldiers who were observing with equal parts amusement and boredom. Temptation grew to merely move past the sentries to the veranda without permission, but he wasn't there to cause a scene. And he was always a Paragon of Virtue.

He chuckled lightly as he was finally granted access to the palace grounds though he remained under scrutiny as he made he was across the closely cultivated lawn. The palace grounds were maintained with careful elegance and exquisite form causing him to wonder if the lawn care workers were forced to take art classes before becoming employed. The thought caused another chuckle to escape as he neared the gathered crowd made up of disparate members representing different governments and cultural backgrounds.

With a smirk etched upon his face he slipped upon the fringe and fell into the end of the conversation while glowing eyes took in the multiple guests of the Atrisian Prince.

[member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] I [member="Shoma Ike"] I [member="Robogeber"] I [member="Faith Organa"] I [member="Marina DeVoe"]

 

[Riamah]

With the immediate attention of those around her being drawn to the prince and then Faith, Ra was given the opportunity to fall into the background. Exactly where she liked being. In the open, but not noticed and able to make observations.

It was clear from the exchanges between Marina and the doctor, they already knew each other. An agreement was made to have a reunion in the future and the doctor returned to the side of the Admiral. Wondering to herself why she was with him, her eyes followed the other woman. Her time as an observer was limited though and her queen decided to introduce her.

Giving the Prince a nod, she did the same to the other two. They had met before and now she remembered it clearly. It had been even before she had met Faith and gotten involved with the Coalition. An agreement had been made between the then Republic Remnant and the Metal Lords. She had given her word of support to trade between them. Nothing much had ever come of it, but that door was still open.

"A pleasure to meet all of you."

Her attention was caught by the arrival of Muad Dib, but she made no comment it. A simple glance with her eyes was all it got.

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Marina DeVoe"] [member="Faith Organa"] @Robogeber @Shoma Ike

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The young prince turned to look at the enigmatic naval officer.

If the admiral was seeking a way to bait him, he'd found the right topic. Shoma had been prepared to commit Atrisia to the cause of the Alliance-in-Exile, engaging the First Order in asymmetrical, guerrilla warfare to preserve Atrisia's culture and identity. It had only been [member="Junko Ike"]'s support toward diplomacy with [member="Natasi Fortan"] that had convinced the boy to seek an alliance with the First Order instead. The resulting Treaty of Bespin secured a great deal of autonomy for Atrisia.

If Admiral Rausgeber was suggesting that they re-examine the terms of those agreements...

The boy adopted a friendly smile. "That seems hardly necessary, Admiral," the prince remarked off-handedly. "I have full faith in whatever improvements that you may have in mind," the youth supplied in a friendly manner. The diplomat's smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

In his mind, he was already trying to play things out in his head.

If he appeared to protest, Faith would doubtless focus on the inherent strife that remained between the First Order and the Atrisian Commonwealth. The relationship with the Galactic Alliance had not been as smooth as people now seemed to want to recall it as having been. Neither was the current relationship with the First Order. For reasons that were not at all dissimilar.

In many respects, Shoma would have longed for the ghost of [member="Akio Kahoshi"] to rise up, cast of the shackles of the Alliance and the First Order both, and restore the Atrisian Empire to its former glory. A world who dictated policy to other planets, rather than a subservient pawn to be dictated to.

In the same vein, arguing with Rausgeber was likely to be fruitless. It would make Shoma a powerful enemy within the First Order military, when the boy could always leverage contacts within the Moff Council to try and go around Rausgeber's proposed amendments, should the need arise.

As luck should have it, a distraction arrived.

Never had the teen been happier to see a Mandalorian. "Maud!" the youth exclaimed, drawing attention to their new guest. Pausing a moment, Shoma turned to Faith and remarked, "Oh, but of course, you're already acquainted."

Turning to instead indicate the admiral, the youth said, "Admiral Rausgeber, allow me to introduce Maud Dib." And just how to introduce a man that Shoma still knew very little of. Other than he was rather interesting and could hold his own in conversation with Sith magic. "He's an advisor. Came highly recommended, as a matter of fact. He assisted me in the diplomatic outreach we did to the Sith Empire not long ago."

Certainly, a diplomatic endeavor for which Shoma could use all the help he could get.

Which was not much different from now.

Gesturing toward the large table that had been prepared for them on the veranda, the youth made his way around to one of seats and motioned for the others to sit.

FIRST ORDER​

[member="Robogeber"] | [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]​

ROYAL HOUSE OF ALDERAAN​

[member="Faith Organa"] | [member="Marina DeVoe"] | [member="Riamah"]​

MAUD DIB​

[member="Muad Dib"]​

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Atrisia system, FO Space
Objective: Accompany Queen Faith Organa
Wearing: Alderaani Traditional
Interacting with: Queen Faith, Riamah, Dr. Aes'ona Terrani (and others as story progresses)
Post: 8




It had been [member="Riamah"] , who's eyes first diverted Marina's attention to a figure entering through the palace's great hall that made her turn.

At first it were nothing more than the stature of a man who seemed to walk in stride with confidence...like that of nobility? Marina couldn't place him at first, not even when the young prince beamed an excited welcome upon spotting him.
The name 'Maud' meant little to her. But soon enough she were feeling a sense of static charge building about, which made her look down to the hard marble floor...no carpet, how odd then. Still, what was this charge which was making her neck hairs tingle?

Then it suddenly came to her...
The air about this man she had felt once before. But where?
Marina's memory search for that same feeling...she knew she had felt this before and in the presence of this man...but where and when?

"Gasp..." She let it escape without thinking.
A flash memory suddenly took her back to that evening...that event. The Red Ploom Blossom Gala...

That's where she had seen him before, and had felt the same statically charged air about her...uhm, something like o-zone, she were thinking?
Well, not exactly... but yes, something along that nature which not only triggered her take deeper breaths, but caused her heart to race. But why and how was she reacting as such again, Marina thought to herself as she reserved herself to remain in the background...to observe this strange individual approaching.
Marina had never met him, but certainly remembered spotting him at one of her queen's charity gala months ago on Alderaan. Or was it that she been given no recourse but to notice him then and now? The charged air about the gala then...and the same now could not be disputed. How was this possible? Who was he?!

It were so unlike Marina to remain tight lipped, especially among friends and in an event such as this. Did she fear this man? And if so...why? Then again, was it fear or something else entirely, for this were no coincidence. Not this second time round.
Damn..even the Admiral's previous daunting presence seemed to fade along with the palace tapestry and stonework. The only other figure contrasting were her queen, whom Marina was standing close to...and remained so by her side.

Her eyes trailed his person all the way over to their congregation. If one were to notice her reaction, they could come to derive that she knew him but not as one would come to expect. No, she definitely had a wary look about the gentleman....




[member="Shoma Ike"]
[member="Riamah"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: entering the group of disparate individuals
Objective: play

Glowing eyes pierced the veil of anonymity as several noticed and recognized the man. The first to meet his gaze with silence was [member="Riamah"] , a woman he had heard of and encountered briefly once. A toga party of sorts. Well, at least for him. A smirk and a wink were tossed to Ra as he acknowledged her brief attention. The quiet woman that eyed him was not the image of the fiery redhead he had heard of. Perhaps she merely smouldered waiting for the opportunity to burst into flame.

At Shoma Ike's exclamation Muad grinned and stepped forward, fully becoming integrated into the grouping. He clasped his clenched right fist over his heart and gave Shoma a half bow. Straightening his blue eyes locked with Shoma's.

"My Prince."

Those two, simple words were anything but. Being uttered from the Mad Mandalorian Master cast away any doubt as to his allegiance. [member="Shoma Ike"] was not just a Prince but his Prince. Taking a step closer to the Prince's side he turned slightly as he let his arm fall once more to his side while Shoma spoke to the Queen.

[member="Faith Organa"], Queen of Alderaan, was always so pristine and poised. Almost made Muad want to hide around the corner and perform a jump scare just to fluster the nearly unflappable royal. Course considering who her husband was, [member="Draco Vereen"] , it wasn't completely out of the question that she would slip and unseen dagger between his ribs at such a prank.

With lips upturned in amusement he decided to assuage some of the Queen's familial concerns. [member="The Elder Kashi"] was an influential being with offspring just as important. Knowing Faith hadn't heard from her blood recently, he offered a singular word of greeting that would both assure her of her family and cause a multitude of new questions.

"Sister."

He gave a slight nod as his eyes turned to take in the blonde standing next to her. [member="Marina DeVoe"] was breathtaking. But it wasn't her appearance that made him arch a brow, instead it was the spark of recognition within the sky, blue eyes. Of course he recognized the woman from files on Alderaan and it's Royal Houses as well as peripheral sighting in the presence of the Queen. A wide grim split his face, teeth gleaming as he turned from the women with a slight hitch to where the Prince was introducing him to Mr. Roboto ( [member="Robogeber"] ) and [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] with a small description of himself.

"I've heard of the Admiral. Impressive record and ruthless tactics at times. A worthy ally or foe, though you seem to not be quite the man I expected."

A feral grin flashed on his features for a moment before smoothing away as he followed the Prince to the table and took a seat, lounging back as he eyed the others wordlessly.

 

[Robogeber]

Location: Atrisian Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
People Of Concern: [member="Shoma Ike"] | [member="Muad Dib"]
Alderaanian Scum: [member="Faith Organa"] | [member="Riamah"] | [member="Marina DeVoe"]
Objective: Assert Dosuunian Authority

​

Carlyle allowed himself a small smile, addressed to the fellows of her majesties company, "Miss Riamah, Lady DeVoe, consider it my privilege to be hosting you within First Imperial space." He looked over both fair maidens with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "You would hard pressed to find some place safer, than under Supreme Leader's sanctuary." He paused for but a moment, and listened to the Queen's further musings regarding security. The droid, behind his human facade, allowed himself a brief cackle of laughter.

"You can be sure, your highness, that my gunners had you pinned the moment you entered Atrisian space." The Grand Admiral grinned, "And they would not have hesitated to bring your reign to a swift end, had it not been for the intrusion, of our fine host." An outstretched arm gestured to the Atrisian princeling, "Nominally, we'd have boarded your vessel, as per customs and decontamination procedure, but it seems," A hint of darkness momentarily seemed to shoot across the Grand Admiral's visage, "That Atrisian's know best."

It was then, Shoma decided to speak, and Rausgeber's ire was sparked. He felt by the teenagers tone, he did not quite take into account the gravity the situation. However, the Grand Admiral would strike back, somewhat. "That is Grand Admiral, if I may, your majesty." The droid offered, in a joking tone, one which held something of an edge, "However, I will not have my conquest of the Hydian Way, and career achievement overshadowed, amongst such esteemed company." He then offered another charm offence, through a smile, "No?"

The Grand Admiral was happy to leave the item be. He was sure he had cemented his stature here amongst all these....undesirables. Standing all, the announcement of a newcomer was surprising to say the least. Even to the stormtrooper compliment, who jumped, and instinctively raised their weapons at the newcomer. A swift moment of tension was set, until Prince Ike cleared up whom this Dib was. Some form of politician, or negotiator. The officer waved down his hand, "At ease gentlemen, seems we're not the only uninvited guests." The troopers followed their orders, but clearly, the arrival had caught them off guard.

The droid himself was too disarmed by the Mandalorians' approach toward him. His words cut a little. Did he see through the holographic facade? Still, if he could, Carlyle would be damned if he were to surrender to such, speculation. Instead, he cocked his head, "Appearance can be deceptive Mister Dib." The droid mused, through his biological voice modulator, "Perhaps it is best you do not underestimate your opponents on face value."

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Atrisia system, FO Space
Objective: Accompany Queen Faith Organa
Wearing: Alderaani Traditional
Interacting with: Queen Faith, Riamah, Dr. Aes'ona Terrani (and others as story progresses)
Post: 9



There were advantages in being in her queen's escort. Namely, being able to observe the game play at hand, and quite attentively one might add.

Although Marina had to press herself in remaining as cool and collectively as Queen [member="Faith Organa"] and her consorts to present a pleasant smile to @Maud Dib . Yes, it were forced and for reasons she herself were questioning. There was this air about his presence that she just simply could not immediately shake. It were not one of fear any longer, no. That unknown had passed upon first spotting him again..here of all places. But the man's stature and the undauntlessness that stood against the contrasting Admiral were made clear that his reservations were more justifiable toward the better half of this company...namely the young prince before her and that of her own queen.

As much as the air remained in that charged state that were keeping Marina at bay, it were not about to discharge unprovoked. Not even with what she picked up from the Admiral himself.

Of course there always had to be some kind of political if not militaristic play... and the game upon which the Admiral were playing was certainly one of power.
First Order...typical of men in the same caste as the Admiral of course. She had been versed in such studies by her father. Studies of military dictatorships, tactics and theories.

Still, her eyes brushed over her friend, Aes'ona for some light among the darkness that the Admiral was enveloping about the group. Oh how Aes'ona contrasted with the Admiral's version of the FO. With members within the folds such as her friend [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] in the First Order, there clearly was hope that one day most of that Faction could find the means of coexisting with the free systems...even establish fair trade.
And this was why her queen supporters were currently here despite the taunts of the Admiral.

Taunts that proposed his weakness in the sense that he was really nothing at all without his chess pieces laid out in front of him for all to see. Was he that insecure of a man to put forth all of that hardware for that which he lacked in character?
Marina wondered if he had been raised by a caring and nurturing mother or by Hutts.
She nevertheless did her best, in only brushing her glaze over his orbs. Aside from the energized air she were still getting goose bumps from Maud, she was feeling a bit of pity for the poor soul..the Admiral. She wondered what his mother would have thought of him, if she were still somewhat in the picture per say....