The party continued.
Laughter and conversation flowed easily across the great hall as Chiss and even those few non-natives who had been invited engaged in conversation and discussion about the future of the ascendancy.
It annoyed him to no end.
It was not their’s to discuss or even consider ownership over. The Ascendancy was run by the ruling houses and no more, it was by their will that the Chiss lived. All that mattered was the ruling houses.
It was all that mattered.
On the far side of the chamber movement put pause to his inner-thoughts and again raised his attention against the group of Chiss who were mulling around by the entrance. A small gathering of five, all talking quietly amongst themselves, yet stopped when approached by another group this time of about six or seven.
There was the start of some heated words and fingers began to be pointed.
Mitth’uria’nuruodo smiled beneath his mask, all he had to do was wait.
One of the Chiss grabbed another roughly and pulled him close, which prompted the others to all start pushing and shoving each other, their noise continued to get louder and louder as they got more involved, drawing the attention of half the room that could hear.
Mitth’uria’nuruodo left his post, marching quickly across the room a couple of waves from his hand saw him surrounded quickly by other members of the room, each sweeping their cloaks back to reveal small-arms, otherwise forbidden unless…
“Cease this.” He ordered loudly, his voice modulated into a near fierce roar as his group quickly surrounded the arguing Chiss with their weapons clearly displayed. Eyes grew wide, several immediately dropping their grasp on others. “This is a diplomatic occasion and you dare to in-fight.” He moved closer and practically spat his words. “Like foul outsiders.”
“It was a matter of honour. You wouldn’t understand.” One of them, a tall muscular and proud looking Chiss announced. “He has stolen from my family for the last time. The name of Quylen is filth.” He sat on the floor near the one he had attacked, a more elderly Chiss who was still getting up from his assault.
“I have done nothing to your family.” He said, wiping blood from his lip. “Other then saving them from destroying an already tarnished reputation.” His group formed up behind him and collectively spat on the floor as well. “The Nuruodo’s come asking for trouble.”
“I would advise we cease name-calling.” Mitth’uria’nuruodo stated, happy that his mask hid his face. “We are all masked, we are all to go beyond these petty squabbles. For the better of the Ascendancy. If you continue I will have no option but to remove you from the building.”
“Who are you to intervene anyway.” The Nuruodo came forward and pressed his finger hard into Mitth’uria’nurudo’s chest. “Or even bare weapons in a diplomatic party.” He looked around the group with fierce determination. “I am Mitth’alli’nuruodo of house Nuruodo and you shall treat me with the respect I deserve and remove that Chiss from the party for the continued sabotage of my house.” He shook his hand towards the other older Chiss.
There was a moment of silence.
“The respect you deserve was thrown on the ground the moment you raised your fist un-proven against a ruling house.” Mitth’uria’nuruodo stated slowly. His helmet checked and hissed and slowly was removed by the Chiss to reveal his face fully to the group. “As for who I am? I suggest you rethink your word; Father.”
“You…” Red eyes grew wide at the reveal. “Stop this madness. Can’t you see, they have put our house in the dirt, even now I have been given proof that they have assured our nomination for Ruling House is removed by the council elders.” A shaking hand slipped a small data disk across to Mitth’uria’nuruodo who took it and gave it a quick glance. “It will prove that House Quylen is attempted to wrestle more control off the Nuruodos, off House Lorr and even House Qell. It proves it all.”
The area grew tense and Mitth’uria’nuruodo slipped the disc into his chest pocket. “You still attacked a ruling house and as such, under my authority and the authority of the Chiss Ascendancy given to me by the emergency powers of the Defence Hierarchy you are placed under arrest…”
“My boy. Don’t do this.”
“…Arrest and will be escorted from the premises.” One of the Marines-in-guise took hold of his father and placed cuffs over his wrists. A solid push started to move him from the room, despite his loud refusal. The rest of the party fell silent, watching the affair as Mitth’uria’nuruodo began to follow, stopping only to bow to the Ruling Family member as he passed. The door opened and the group moved through leaving the party to regain its composure by conversing over the event.
(PAUSE ----> Music for the mood)
The corridor that led to the main entrance was long and well lit, lines of marine officers carried down the walls assuring that the party was well guarded. Each stamped their foot and saluted as the group walked passed, not in respect to the head of the Nuruodo family but rather his son who had now taken charge of his father’s leading from the building.
“You’ve made a mistake boy. House Quylen is to blame, they are trying to destroy us.”
“So you have said, and many would have believed you if you had done it through the proper channels rather then trying to start a brawl in the middle of a public event.” His voice was full of anger, after all was it not also his family name that had just been wiped through the mud. “Instead you lower yourself to the level of a Ras.”
“I’m sorry, I just. I had received information that they were planning a move today. I just, I had to act.” They had almost reached the main door, it’s large form opening at the hands of two marines. “One day this family will be yours to be inherited, there must be a legacy. I had to for Nuruodo honour…”
BBBZZZPPP
The impact of the shot threw Mitth’uria’nuruodo and his father backwards several paces, the green bolt having come through the air at great velocity the second the doors had opened and hit the patriarch solidly in the chest.
The marines all scattered, weapons drawn and aimed towards the city scape beyond as a protective barrier was created around the downed pair.
“Father.” Mitth’uria’nuruodo rolled over to his fathers side, running his hand down his face as his own visage turned to one of terror. There was still life there, but barely. A great crater in his chest meant he had only moments of life left. “We’ll get you out of here, we will…” He sounded panicked, yet as his face drew closer to his father’s ear a whisper that would only be heard by the man about to die slipped from his lips.
“Long lived will be my house Nuruodo.”
The last breath of his father escaped his lungs and he released a wail of pain that flowed through all, the great doors sealing closed once more as the marines began to fall back from an attacker they could neither see nor find.
The shot had been true and at the utmost furthest range she could muster. However it also meant that a life had been lost. One of the two that would be intended tonight.
The rifle was placed back in a sealed-box, a trigger pulled to turn the interior item into a molten mess of metal and slime, untraceable.
She then took a look around her vantage, atop of the tallest building this side of Csilla. A single tear rolled down her check.
“Long live House Nuruodo.
Long live Mitth’uria’nuruodo.”
Then she fell. Stepping off her vantage point and allowing gravity to send her to eternal salvation.
Laughter and conversation flowed easily across the great hall as Chiss and even those few non-natives who had been invited engaged in conversation and discussion about the future of the ascendancy.
It annoyed him to no end.
It was not their’s to discuss or even consider ownership over. The Ascendancy was run by the ruling houses and no more, it was by their will that the Chiss lived. All that mattered was the ruling houses.
It was all that mattered.
On the far side of the chamber movement put pause to his inner-thoughts and again raised his attention against the group of Chiss who were mulling around by the entrance. A small gathering of five, all talking quietly amongst themselves, yet stopped when approached by another group this time of about six or seven.
There was the start of some heated words and fingers began to be pointed.
Mitth’uria’nuruodo smiled beneath his mask, all he had to do was wait.
One of the Chiss grabbed another roughly and pulled him close, which prompted the others to all start pushing and shoving each other, their noise continued to get louder and louder as they got more involved, drawing the attention of half the room that could hear.
Mitth’uria’nuruodo left his post, marching quickly across the room a couple of waves from his hand saw him surrounded quickly by other members of the room, each sweeping their cloaks back to reveal small-arms, otherwise forbidden unless…
“Cease this.” He ordered loudly, his voice modulated into a near fierce roar as his group quickly surrounded the arguing Chiss with their weapons clearly displayed. Eyes grew wide, several immediately dropping their grasp on others. “This is a diplomatic occasion and you dare to in-fight.” He moved closer and practically spat his words. “Like foul outsiders.”
“It was a matter of honour. You wouldn’t understand.” One of them, a tall muscular and proud looking Chiss announced. “He has stolen from my family for the last time. The name of Quylen is filth.” He sat on the floor near the one he had attacked, a more elderly Chiss who was still getting up from his assault.
“I have done nothing to your family.” He said, wiping blood from his lip. “Other then saving them from destroying an already tarnished reputation.” His group formed up behind him and collectively spat on the floor as well. “The Nuruodo’s come asking for trouble.”
“I would advise we cease name-calling.” Mitth’uria’nuruodo stated, happy that his mask hid his face. “We are all masked, we are all to go beyond these petty squabbles. For the better of the Ascendancy. If you continue I will have no option but to remove you from the building.”
“Who are you to intervene anyway.” The Nuruodo came forward and pressed his finger hard into Mitth’uria’nurudo’s chest. “Or even bare weapons in a diplomatic party.” He looked around the group with fierce determination. “I am Mitth’alli’nuruodo of house Nuruodo and you shall treat me with the respect I deserve and remove that Chiss from the party for the continued sabotage of my house.” He shook his hand towards the other older Chiss.
There was a moment of silence.
“The respect you deserve was thrown on the ground the moment you raised your fist un-proven against a ruling house.” Mitth’uria’nuruodo stated slowly. His helmet checked and hissed and slowly was removed by the Chiss to reveal his face fully to the group. “As for who I am? I suggest you rethink your word; Father.”
“You…” Red eyes grew wide at the reveal. “Stop this madness. Can’t you see, they have put our house in the dirt, even now I have been given proof that they have assured our nomination for Ruling House is removed by the council elders.” A shaking hand slipped a small data disk across to Mitth’uria’nuruodo who took it and gave it a quick glance. “It will prove that House Quylen is attempted to wrestle more control off the Nuruodos, off House Lorr and even House Qell. It proves it all.”
The area grew tense and Mitth’uria’nuruodo slipped the disc into his chest pocket. “You still attacked a ruling house and as such, under my authority and the authority of the Chiss Ascendancy given to me by the emergency powers of the Defence Hierarchy you are placed under arrest…”
“My boy. Don’t do this.”
“…Arrest and will be escorted from the premises.” One of the Marines-in-guise took hold of his father and placed cuffs over his wrists. A solid push started to move him from the room, despite his loud refusal. The rest of the party fell silent, watching the affair as Mitth’uria’nuruodo began to follow, stopping only to bow to the Ruling Family member as he passed. The door opened and the group moved through leaving the party to regain its composure by conversing over the event.
(PAUSE ----> Music for the mood)
The corridor that led to the main entrance was long and well lit, lines of marine officers carried down the walls assuring that the party was well guarded. Each stamped their foot and saluted as the group walked passed, not in respect to the head of the Nuruodo family but rather his son who had now taken charge of his father’s leading from the building.
“You’ve made a mistake boy. House Quylen is to blame, they are trying to destroy us.”
“So you have said, and many would have believed you if you had done it through the proper channels rather then trying to start a brawl in the middle of a public event.” His voice was full of anger, after all was it not also his family name that had just been wiped through the mud. “Instead you lower yourself to the level of a Ras.”
“I’m sorry, I just. I had received information that they were planning a move today. I just, I had to act.” They had almost reached the main door, it’s large form opening at the hands of two marines. “One day this family will be yours to be inherited, there must be a legacy. I had to for Nuruodo honour…”
BBBZZZPPP
The impact of the shot threw Mitth’uria’nuruodo and his father backwards several paces, the green bolt having come through the air at great velocity the second the doors had opened and hit the patriarch solidly in the chest.
The marines all scattered, weapons drawn and aimed towards the city scape beyond as a protective barrier was created around the downed pair.
“Father.” Mitth’uria’nuruodo rolled over to his fathers side, running his hand down his face as his own visage turned to one of terror. There was still life there, but barely. A great crater in his chest meant he had only moments of life left. “We’ll get you out of here, we will…” He sounded panicked, yet as his face drew closer to his father’s ear a whisper that would only be heard by the man about to die slipped from his lips.
“Long lived will be my house Nuruodo.”
The last breath of his father escaped his lungs and he released a wail of pain that flowed through all, the great doors sealing closed once more as the marines began to fall back from an attacker they could neither see nor find.
The shot had been true and at the utmost furthest range she could muster. However it also meant that a life had been lost. One of the two that would be intended tonight.
The rifle was placed back in a sealed-box, a trigger pulled to turn the interior item into a molten mess of metal and slime, untraceable.
She then took a look around her vantage, atop of the tallest building this side of Csilla. A single tear rolled down her check.
“Long live House Nuruodo.
Long live Mitth’uria’nuruodo.”
Then she fell. Stepping off her vantage point and allowing gravity to send her to eternal salvation.
