Mando Finesse (Mandalorian Dominion of Serenno)

[Ordo]

@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Ozmeri Gitana'ti"]

Ordo wanted to hit something and he wanted to go to the Jedi for answers, but Strider was right. Ordo turned toward the princess and nodded once before taking his place by his Vod.

"Alright, ner vod." He said aloud. "I'll watch your six."

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan stayed back with the ship as he felt uncomfortable on diplomatic missions. Having no reason to speak, he figured he would stay back and play guard. He had just returned from a dominion and felt good about the new scratches and dings on his armor. He wasn't a big part of the last mission but got some trigger time in. His scatter shot hung at his chest, heavy blaster on his hip and jet pack on his back. A brand new emblem shone on his shoulder guard, he placed his hand on it with pride of his bloodline. Nolan's cousin @[member="Kable Detta"] was inside with @[member="Strider Garon"], he was the more 'diplomatic' member of the Detta clan and Nolan was fine with that.

Though he knew he was alone, he had his eyes scanning at all times through the visor of his helmet.

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac's mind began to wander, as he looked around. Mac's brow furrowed as he grabbed his stomach with his left hand. 'That feels weird...' he thought, as a small silent burp escaped his lips with a rotten taste to it. About that time, @[member="Ordo"] clutched his chest and seemed to be in pain. 'Well, must have been something we ate.', he thought, then Ordo mentioned his cousin dieing. Mac reached over and put a hand on his shoulder, and let the older Vod know he wasn't alone today. "Once we are done 'ere, it would be my 'onor to aid you in any way wit' your cousin..."

Stepping back to his place beside @[member="Briika Tor"], he let @[member="Strider Garon"]do his job. Another belch escaped him again, this one not as foul. Turning to the medic, he spoke in a soft voice, "You wouldn't 'appen to 'ave anyt'ing for 'eartburn would you?" That was the only thing Mac could think of, sure it was fading already, but he didn't want it to flair up again...

 

[Briika Munin]

Briika was a few feet behind the main group of Mando'ade when she saw @[member="Ordo"] stumble and clutch his chest. Immediately the baar'ur was concerned wondering if perhaps he was having chest pain or even a heart attack, then she noticed @[member="Mac O Shenanigans"] seemed ill too. Bree was just about to offer her assistance, when Ordo turned around and said, "Tracyn's dead." It dawned on her in that moment that they were not ill from any medical condition, but rather ill from what ever they felt in the Force when their ner vod died as she knew they were Force Sensitive. Her heart went out to them.

When the kilted Mando came back to stand next to her, he asked for something to help with his heartburn. Briika nodded and took off her buy'ce, clipping it to her belt, then reached into her medkit and pulled out two large pink tablets. "Chew these… It should help settle your stomach," the golden blonde said softly in a comforting tone, her azure eyes conveying her sympathy as they gazed upon Mac. It was really all anyone could do at the moment, then she put her buy'ce back on over her plaited hair with her attention going back to @Strider Garon and the proceedings at hand.

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider was mesmerized by @[member="Ozmeri Gitana'ti"] entrance and ever so with her curtsies towards the Marshal. She was a creature of beauty, fitting for a princess. The old man watched as she removed her scarf exposing even more of her face, her eyes nearly paralyzing the hound of keldabe. In return Strider lightly gripped her hand and bowed slightly giving her a soft kiss on the back of her hand "Princess!" He whisped respecting her title and the person behind it.

"I am honored and very pleased to have you with me Princess Ozmeri. I believe you will be a asset here and now for the Mando'ade and your people." The old mando informed as he straightened himself up giving his arm out to the Royal, offering to escort her the rest of the way.

@[member="Ozmeri Gitana'ti"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan itched his trigger when he noticed the squad of commando droids walk into the building form another landing pad. He blinked his HUD to scan the droids for anything suspicious but came up empty, standard issue commando droids. Old tech but reliable. He sent a ping to his cousin and his commander, @[member="Kable Detta"] and @[member="Strider Garon"] to watch out for the droids, they may have some sub-light directive. Nolan went to his forearm data-pad and locked down the ship. He set up a code and sent it to Strider. On a sub-network channel he sent word to Strider.

I am going to take a look at the counts ship. Just a perimeter check. I'll report in if I find anything.

Nolan let his scatter shot hang on it's sling. He checked his gear as he walked, ensuring that it was all functional; forearm mounted datapad, wrist mounted grapple gun; left arm checked. His right arm hosted a forearm mounted grenade launcher and a shock gauntlet (taser). His jet pack didn't sport the usual rocket launcher, but instead an AP shell gun with two rounds.

He moved closer to the ship and inspected the area for leftover security droids. He made it look like he was simply doing a perimeter check on the landing pad, walked around the ship, looking out at the skyline whilst scanning the vessel. He felt satisfied and moved back to the Mandalorian ship, but not back to his original position, a few meters away, just out of the line of sight of the other landing pad.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Serenno
House of Bathory
Čachtise Courtyard
@Count Morcus @Strider Garon @Count Aretine

Three figures came melting out of the shadows of the great hall to descend upon the velmstone stairway that led to the courtyard— a woman flanked by two men. Two guards clad in dull crimson robes with force pikes in hand fell silently in line behind her, just a couple of feet shy of the flowing dark train that was only a little blacker than the hair that swept back from her pale face. Her personal female attendants pulled the hair atop her head until it seemed to form a black crown.

Despite her petite stature and the fact that both of her companions towered over her by nearly a foot, a casual observer might have judged the woman to be the most dangerous of the three. And in that moment, they would have been right. Her dark obsidian eyes glittered with determination beneath the hood of her dove gray cloak. Her shapely hips rolled with each step with grace, and the tilt of her head exuded a regal air that could only be described of that of a Queen.

The Countess of Bathory had arrived.

The bodice of the dress looked like a black vinyl merry widow, lifting the gentle swell of her bosom up enough for it to appear as if she was about to spill over. It had two thin lines of sheer black cloth that graced her white shoulders more than covered them. The skirt was full and thick, spilling behind her in a short train; it looked like shiny leather but moved like silky cloth. Both of her arms were encased in leather gloves that went the entire length of her slender alabaster arm. Her lips were stained a vibrant vermillion hue, kohl lined lids framing the twin obsidian spheres of her eyes that glittered with coldness reminiscent of Hoth’s landscape. Her fair skin was eerily unlined, making it impossible to judge her age.

Cyrena scanned the entire scene with those cool eyes. For those who knew her well to look beyond the placid serene mask, it would be hard to not realize what that look meant. She was not happy, not happy at all. The black skirt swirled around her as she walked down the steps with dignified grace, giving a glimpse of layers of black petticoats, and a pair of black patent leather sandals that left most of her foot bare. Her skirt slithered across the floor, heels making sharp sounds as they passed the final step to stone floor of the courtyard. The black petticoats crinkled and hissed together as she walked, until finally with a spill of black skirts, she stood just in front of the Mandalorian and Velmor envoy, the guards coming to a stop behind her as they slammed the tips of their force spikes onto the ground.

“Greetings...Welcome to Čachtise,” Cyrena’s voice was very quiet, but there was an undertone to it that one could almost taste on their tongue, as if there was something bitter in among the sweetness of her words as her onyx eyes settled upon that of the exiled Count and his droids, only to return back to the Mandalorians.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?..." she coo'd in a sultry voice with a seemingly cordial smile set upon her lips.

 

[Taa Nul]

The Count would glare at her from the back of the group, great hatred hidden behind his seemingly calm face. He'd whisper into the audio receptor of his Magnaguard, telling it to stay alert incase anything goes wrong during this diplomatic meeting. The droid would transmit these orders to the other droids in secret, just incase.
@Nolan Detta
@[member="Strider Garon"]
((Can someone tell the Countess I posted if she misses this. Have no clue how to do the , above the a in Bathory....))

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider acknowledged @[member="Nolan Detta "]taking the inititive and scout out the exiled count's transport. This Morcus showed up to this party packing some serious heat so it was always best to keep eyes on him and his tin cans. Now for the @[member="Countess of Báthory"], why in the manda could she not have been ugly or old. Or better yet Ugly and old because the old Mando was having a hell of a time keeping his eyes at a respectful level. This was a moment that Strider wished he kept his helmet on.....

Strider stepped forward with the Princess at his side, arm in arm as he confronted Creyna, giving her a quick nod of his head Strider would introduce himself "I am Marshal Strider Garon and this is Princess @Ozmeri Gitana'ti of Velmor" Strider would of introduced the rest of his entouage but he would leave it up to them on a individual basis if they wanted their identity known to the Countess or not. Most of The mandos with him were more for security purposes then actual diplomats to this proceeding. Garon felt loved for Mand'alor would not let him go alone and lent him the best to watch his six. "Thank you for the invitation, your estate is beautiful"

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac choked down the pink tablets with distaste, Manda these things tasted like chalk. He cast a quick side glance with his eyes at Briika, not fully convinced it wasn't actually a chalk placebo. Slipping his own Buy'ce back on, Mac began to scan all around as the countess and Strider made their pleasentries...

Mac activated his scanning systems and kept them on passive mode. His terahertz sonar would be able to pick up the electrical pulses of a heartbeat of a flea from 25 meters away, 15 through most walls. There would be no surprises on this day. He opened a private comm to Briika, "I'm still not convinced t'ose weren't just colored prices of c'alk by t'e way..."


@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Count Morcus"] @[member="Countess of Báthory"] @[member="Briika Tor"] @[member="Ordo"]

 

[Garrus Garon]

...Garrus was still there but he had blended into the background of the delegation having found it to be tedious at best. During the speeder ride to the estate he remained quiet and now that the Mandolorians had arrived at the estate he actually remained back with the speeders while Strider went inside to handle the diplomatic matters. Wearing an earpiece Garrus ensured that if violence broke out Strider could get ahold of him but the Warrior seemed indifferent towards much of what went on around him; almost as though he was removed from all of it.​

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Truth be told Garrus needed a drink which is why before long his voice would have cut across a comm and echoed into the ear of Strider...”Tell the Countess to send me out a drink.”...hell she must have had a dozen servants and a dozen different vintages just hanging around this place. Garrus just wanted to wet his whistle a bit though; take the edge off. Not that missions bothered him but going without anything to drink did. ​

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He stood by one of the Land Speeders, resting an arm across the frame, while his head turned and he surveyed the outside of the estate looking for external defenses, personnel, anything that was worth making note of if things turned bad. His right hand had set itself down across the hilt of his Beskad, his Blaster Rifle was shouldered, and was particularly quiet besides the occasional grunt. Eyes stretched out across the area around him and he wondered how long this would take; clearly the other Garon Brother wanted to get back to the ship and what he considered to be more important.​

@Strider Garonhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1926-strider-garon/

 

[Anija Betna]

@[member="Ordo"]
@[member="Mac O Shenanigans"]
@[member="Strider Garon"]

Anija froze for a moment as she saw Ordo stumble. In an instant she was by his side, a steadying hand on his arm. "Buir....?" Her tone was right with worry over the secure comm.

She too had felt something. A sender of pain and loss she couldn't explain. Her grip around Ordo's arm tightened for an instant when Strider made the announcement. For now, she stayed next to Ordo in case he needed anything else.

Her thoughts were jolted back to the present when the countess appeared. Her eyes narrowed slightly behind her visor as she watched the woman. There was something about her that put Anija on edge.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Something caught Nolan's eye. Some sort of glare from a window or mirror. He walked over for a closer look, it was an ancient model. A Magnaguard. Something of great importance to @[member="Strider Garon"]. He silped back against a wall and sent the info scan on the magnaguard to Strider. The droid appeared to be doing just what Nolan had been. In case of emergency, Nolan chambered a shell silently in his scattershot. Bringing the weapon to a standard chest level position, like a soldier on guard, he moved out into the open by the Mando vessel. He looked inside his helmet to his HUD and activated the AP cannon on his jetpack. In case of emergency, he would be ready for anything. He could best the magnaguard alone, but if the commando droids came after him as well, he would need more than his beskar'gam to save his hide.

He went to his arm datapad and synced the ships weapons system to his HUD, just in case.

@[member="Count Morcus"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat remained outside, a cigarette dangling between his lips. He had turned the radio of the speaker, with an ambient, relaxed beat playing in the back. He rested two hands on the speeder, his M45 laying across his chest by the strap. The most comfortable and smartest way to carry your weapon in a situation that was more along the lines of 'waiting for the firefight'. Counts and royalties fighting, and some super-hot princess babe meant that Preliat wasn't exactly in the best of mindsets, but the music and the cigarette quelled his worries, for now.

In the meantime, Preliat bobbed his head to the music, watching the guards and the other Mando that stayed with him, leaning on the speeder.

 

[Ozmeri Gitana'ti]

At the introduction of the Countess, Ozmeri took a step forward, giving an incline of her head as she seemingly provided a cordial introduction. Following all standards of protocol, she diplomatically began, "Greetings Countess, I am honored that you would greet us personally," she said, the veil of her headress hiding the lower portion of her face.





"I am Princess Ozmeri Gitana'ti, of Velmor." she told the Countess, handing a small wave to the Mandalorian envoy, "Here to aide in any diplomatic discussions..." a pause came then.





"Perhaps we can discuss this in a more comfortable setting?" she asked, knowing that they were walking a delicate line.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

It was not hard to narrow down the reason why the Mandalorian envoy was here, with a puppet diplomat from Velmor at that. Cyrena kept her façade of decorum, a hint of a smile drawing across her full crimson lips at the envoy.





"But of course, Your Highness..." she said in a honeyed voice reminiscent of warm sultry nights. A spare glance was cast at the direction of Strider. The stirring in his eyes did not go unnoticed; it was a sign of weakness, and like any predator to their prey, Cyrena was able to zoom in on it. It was useful information, one she would use to her advantage later on.





Towards the rest of the Mandalorian delegation, she gave a provocative grin, "If you so desire... you may enjoy the full fruits of my cellar --- do so indulge in the spirits you find there." she told them, giving them access to her wine cellar. Her servants would see to their desires while she discussed in a more private conversation with the leaders of the Mandalorian envoy.

 

[Strider Garon]

"You heard the lady" Strider relayed to his brothers and sisters "She said indulge, it would be rude not too!" And from the looks of it some of the mandos could use a drink or two. Though The Countess may regret the day she let a bunch of mandos free access to her cellar. But one must live and learn.

Those that wish to follow Strider and be involved with the political talks would follow, those that wish to take up @[member="Countess of Báthory"] offer of free drinks and food would as well.

"After you, Countess!" He would reply and follow the beautiful Serennian into her estate for more private settings.

@[member="Ozmeri Gitana'ti"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @Nolan Detta @[member="Anija Ordo"] @[member="Garrus Garon"] @[member="Mac O Shenanigans"] @[member="Count Morcus"] @[member="Briika Tor"] @[member="Ordo"]

 

[Darth Immortus]

@[member="Count Morcus"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Countess of Báthory"] @[member="Ozmeri Gitana'ti"]

The Courtyard

Count Aretine supposed that it was only a matter of time before the Mandalorian savages set their sights upon the untouched beauty of Serenno. When he had heard that a Mandalorian envoy had been sent to the planet, Aretine's rage was only settled slightly by the fact that the Countess of Bathory had invited him to her estate, in order to receive the Mandalorians. It was a meeting that the Count could not afford to miss, and it would surely provide an opportunity to expose other lesser Counts, who might forsake their blood loyalties to their people in order to offer up Serenno to the Mandalorians in exchange for a fleeting glimpse of power.

As a Sith Master and the ranking Sith of all Serenno nobility, Aretine would make sure that such a thing would not happen. The Mandalorian barbarians could do what they wished with the rest of the galaxy, but neither they nor their savage culture had any place here on Serenno.

The doors to the courtyard opened behind the party being received by the Countess Bathory, revealing the young Count in their wake. He strode into the room quietly, his black cape billowing behind as he moved.

"Count Vanco Aretine, of the Great House Aretine," He took the liberty of introducing himself - unfortunately, there were no doormen around to receive his entrance. "I see no reason to move this party. I trust that negotiations here will be short."

 

[Anija Betna]

@[member="Strider Garon"]
@[member="Ordo"]
@[member="Mac O Shenanigans"]
@[member="Arrbi Betna"]

Anija's eyes narrowed as the Countess offered them food, drink, and the full array of what her estate had to offer. This wasn't a vacation. They were here to broker peace. She looked between Ordo and Strider, trying to guage how they might react. Both the Countess and the newly arrived Count Aretine had a way about them that honestly... made her skin crawl.

She took a deep breath to settle her nerves and focus on the situation at hand. The vibes that were coming from Aretine had her worried. "I'll remain with Marshall Garon and Ordo." she said firmly. While the offer was tempting, they still had a job to do. And, she wasn't about to leave Strider alone in a room with the Countess, Field Marshall or not.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

House of Báthory
Čachtise Estate, Courtyard

In the furthest corners of the estate, the Viscountess moved slowly with her two ordinary blades in her hands. The small blades had been in property for a long while, ordinary yet useful for the dance she preferred often. Simple practice, nothing specific. The room itself was ordinary with minimal furniture to distract her. Geneva had been for the most part unaware of the troubles that worried her sister with the precious pets or the the sudden interruption tot he world. At least until a soft knock to the doors made her stop in her tracks. "Enter." The Garhoon female marely said and lowered the swords to her side.

Antor was the one who had entered. By human standards he was middle edged, white haired. While only one of their employees, to Geneva he had been quite dear. "Antor," Geneva greeted him in a soft tone. The male closed the doors behind him and approached her slowly before he spoke to her: "I just thought to tell you, we have guests." Slowly, she arched a brow curiously at this news. "Guests?" Geneva merely asked. "Indeed. By their appearance, Mandalorians. By invitation of the Countess. One of the guards has informed me there is a number of them. Some of them have been given permission to visit the cellars." She needn't have explanation for this, only Cyrena could have given the permission for such a feat. While curiosit was still upon the Vicountess she offered a small smile tot he man. "Thank you, Antor." It was not uncommon for such information. While her sister was the Countess and thus above Geneva, the faithful servant often came to her with such news. Her sister's tastes in all things were peculiar, a second host to the Čachtise often came in handy.

To her smile, she had been given one in response before the man left her alone. Her body covered in the simplest of fabrics used solely for her training, Geneva changed into a bit more sutaible attire for visitors, the black fabric laced with pearls at it front and on her shoulders before rest of the silk fabric reached the floor. Once her simple change had been done, Geneva left her room and headed towards the front of the structure, the doors opening from the inside at her approach, allowing her to exit into the Courtyard. It was there that she found her sister @[member="Countess of Báthory"] accompanied by her guards, with @[member="Strider Garon"] and @[member="Ozmeri Gitana'ti"] she didn't recognize. The crowd appeared to be ready to move though a voice had paused that. @[member="Count Aretine"] had announced himself.

Geneva remained quiet, her movements nearly just as quiet. Her sister's guards noted her presence though, remaining perfectly still as she moved to her sister's side, her black eyes focusing on the two closest to the Countess.

@[member="Count Morcus"]