"The Kellas"
1st post
Walking down the hall towards the meeting, and with little and less information given due to matters of severe discretion on the host's side of their recent correspondences, Lord Aron couldn't help but feel the need to cut through some of the tension, as it felt needlessly so. Not unless such actions directly affected the Galaxy's largest power-bases, and Gowrie had never known Sar'andor to be the conspiring type, so the overall secrecy towards the nature of the meeting was guessed to be something of an unveiling, something leaning towards the side of peace as opposed to war.
'Mate, I haven't even worn this since Calavar. "A while", you an' yer knack for the understatement sometimes, ah swear.'
Happy to see that his knighted second-in-command, his dutiful Woad of all people, was rising to the challenge of cutting down as much of the air's tension with him, the Kellas smiled with an appreciative nod and admitted,'Dangerous in the field, now that you're right to assume. But here? Nah, man. No threats to our autonomy this far out, mate.... So relax, that knack for the understatement is something of a boon here.', as they closed the distance to the security guards at the door. In officer's attire for convenience, security would only be able to wistfully gaze at their Fragarach Holsters and cav-sabre scabbards as they opened the doors behind them for the two Goidels, a headache that none present needed, so courteous, nodding smirks were handed over instead as the Lord-Colonel and his dutiful Knight-Captain entered silently in single file.
"Alright, I'll, ah, be making like Quill now. Best of luck, and keep in touch."
The meeting was already in full swing, making the Lord-Colonel fashionably late for once, though he wasted no time in searching out the presence of the one who invited him to begin with, the room would take a moment for his eyes to adjust however, a sad side-effect of heaving human eyes in one too many warzones. The retinae often had difficulty adjusting to the most tame of ordnance impact-flashes, but in being exposed to the like that Gowrie's own had, it was yet another of his life's great miracles that he still didn't need laser-surgery for his own safety yet. But the focus eventually returned for the Kellas, adjusting to the inoffensive lighting of the conference room as his eyes scanned the room for his only Force-Wielding friend in the universe, though being fortunate enough to see the famous faces he would be interacting with as his gaze traced back along to find Cotan among those seated on the far side.
Keeping thoughts to himself as he silently nodded amiable kindness towards his old friend in the process of sitting at one of the outlying tables, with Reed following suit in choosing a seat that also gave him a good view of the proceedings, the highborn Tuath finally drawled,'Feels a little strange now that I'm the one dropping in on something of yours, but I cry it a welcome,"Strange", all the same - as per the usual then.... Good t'see you're in good health anyway, excuse my poor punctuality.', in his best, clearest Galactic Basic before returning to a polite silence, allowing for a chuckle in amiably-mirthful recollection of their work together on Lorrd. The Lord-Colonel wasn't in the best of shape back then, still recovering slowly from his duel with the Mongrel on Korriban, but time was a great healer, and the pain had forged a man who could ably fight his rival at a moment's notice.
'Oi-oi, Cotan. Brought ye a Prastaig Green but we'll get t'that.'
And to top it all off, the air of calm that emanated from Lord Aron since would contrast any mindset that drove him before, making him infinitely more cunning in the process, making him infinitely more approachable to interaction as a direct result. Of all the Tuaths, the only one who seemed too intense to approach was the one standing out in front of them in battle, in turn making parleys and negotiations a perpetual impossibility for Gowrie for a great portion of his career with the Galidraani Free-State, but time was once again a great healer, and the Chieftain of the Tuatha was an entirely new man by then. And on this occasion, the Laird's intentions were that of curiosity, the duty of friendship, and a classy night away from the simple comforts of Camp Riordan. Under former-self circumstances, a younger Kellas may have still been standing at the door, staring everyone out to see if they were all timewasters or not, or worse, potential enemies - but an older Gowrie was certainly a wiser reflection of the one Lord Aron saw in the mirror every morning.
LEGACIES OF FEAR
THE_TUATH
Wildcat Brigade
THEME
Tags:
Cotan Sar'andor
Jend-Ro Quill Judah Lesan Auteme Valery Noble
Asha Hex Romi Jade Travot Ravenna Coren Starchaser Tonzees Kaabrua
Mya Jesel Rhia Kesyk
'Been a while since we dressed in oor number-two attire, eh?'
THE_TUATH
Wildcat Brigade
THEME
Tags:
Cotan Sar'andor
Jend-Ro Quill Judah Lesan Auteme Valery Noble Asha Hex Romi Jade Travot Ravenna Coren Starchaser Tonzees Kaabrua
Mya Jesel Rhia Kesyk
Walking down the hall towards the meeting, and with little and less information given due to matters of severe discretion on the host's side of their recent correspondences, Lord Aron couldn't help but feel the need to cut through some of the tension, as it felt needlessly so. Not unless such actions directly affected the Galaxy's largest power-bases, and Gowrie had never known Sar'andor to be the conspiring type, so the overall secrecy towards the nature of the meeting was guessed to be something of an unveiling, something leaning towards the side of peace as opposed to war.
'Mate, I haven't even worn this since Calavar. "A while", you an' yer knack for the understatement sometimes, ah swear.'
Happy to see that his knighted second-in-command, his dutiful Woad of all people, was rising to the challenge of cutting down as much of the air's tension with him, the Kellas smiled with an appreciative nod and admitted,'Dangerous in the field, now that you're right to assume. But here? Nah, man. No threats to our autonomy this far out, mate.... So relax, that knack for the understatement is something of a boon here.', as they closed the distance to the security guards at the door. In officer's attire for convenience, security would only be able to wistfully gaze at their Fragarach Holsters and cav-sabre scabbards as they opened the doors behind them for the two Goidels, a headache that none present needed, so courteous, nodding smirks were handed over instead as the Lord-Colonel and his dutiful Knight-Captain entered silently in single file.
"Alright, I'll, ah, be making like Quill now. Best of luck, and keep in touch."
The meeting was already in full swing, making the Lord-Colonel fashionably late for once, though he wasted no time in searching out the presence of the one who invited him to begin with, the room would take a moment for his eyes to adjust however, a sad side-effect of heaving human eyes in one too many warzones. The retinae often had difficulty adjusting to the most tame of ordnance impact-flashes, but in being exposed to the like that Gowrie's own had, it was yet another of his life's great miracles that he still didn't need laser-surgery for his own safety yet. But the focus eventually returned for the Kellas, adjusting to the inoffensive lighting of the conference room as his eyes scanned the room for his only Force-Wielding friend in the universe, though being fortunate enough to see the famous faces he would be interacting with as his gaze traced back along to find Cotan among those seated on the far side.
Interesting.... It seems we're in good company tonight. A welcome change of pace.
Keeping thoughts to himself as he silently nodded amiable kindness towards his old friend in the process of sitting at one of the outlying tables, with Reed following suit in choosing a seat that also gave him a good view of the proceedings, the highborn Tuath finally drawled,'Feels a little strange now that I'm the one dropping in on something of yours, but I cry it a welcome,"Strange", all the same - as per the usual then.... Good t'see you're in good health anyway, excuse my poor punctuality.', in his best, clearest Galactic Basic before returning to a polite silence, allowing for a chuckle in amiably-mirthful recollection of their work together on Lorrd. The Lord-Colonel wasn't in the best of shape back then, still recovering slowly from his duel with the Mongrel on Korriban, but time was a great healer, and the pain had forged a man who could ably fight his rival at a moment's notice.
'Oi-oi, Cotan. Brought ye a Prastaig Green but we'll get t'that.'
And to top it all off, the air of calm that emanated from Lord Aron since would contrast any mindset that drove him before, making him infinitely more cunning in the process, making him infinitely more approachable to interaction as a direct result. Of all the Tuaths, the only one who seemed too intense to approach was the one standing out in front of them in battle, in turn making parleys and negotiations a perpetual impossibility for Gowrie for a great portion of his career with the Galidraani Free-State, but time was once again a great healer, and the Chieftain of the Tuatha was an entirely new man by then. And on this occasion, the Laird's intentions were that of curiosity, the duty of friendship, and a classy night away from the simple comforts of Camp Riordan. Under former-self circumstances, a younger Kellas may have still been standing at the door, staring everyone out to see if they were all timewasters or not, or worse, potential enemies - but an older Gowrie was certainly a wiser reflection of the one Lord Aron saw in the mirror every morning.