Rising Dynasty - First Contact

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: The Foundation - Zanju V
Misshe ion: Open communications with Neo Kashi
Players: Bryce Bantam, [member="Tarion Daemora"], more faction welcome

Bryce waited upon the great station of the coalition waiting for the young Prince to arrive. The judges had chosen him as the first ambassador to meet the his highness and it was made clear to him this was a "big deal" as the coalition was eager to grow. Boosted by their recent gains the wanted to continue to expand and become a force, not just in the regions but in the outer rim as a whole.

A long conference table made of Kal-Shebbol red oak dominated the room. Above it hung the banner of Neo Kashi and the green and black banner of the coalition. Standing along side it he looked out the conference room window and noted the Prince's ship on final approach. Reaching for his wrist he activate his comm and signaled for the tower.

"Traffic control, the Kashi delegation are to be given top priority to dock. Make sure we have a full honor guard waiting, flags, flowers, red carpet. I want everything to say welcome and you are important to us."

As he closed the channel he signaled anyone else who would be interested in joining the meeting. Letting them know to make their way to the conference area, with gifts if they had them.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Location: Kashi Sapphire (ship): On course to The Foundation
End Goal: Establish some form of alliance with the ORC
Characters: [member="Bryce Bantam"] and anyone else

Sweaty palms clasped together as the prince of Kashi stood aboard the bridge of the Sapphire, his now designated ship and a gift from his father. The Outer Rim Coalition had opened it's arms out to the Kashi Mer Dynasty to join them, and King Kirel Daemora was more than interested to hear what they had to say. Only a few days ago, Tarion had recieved word about this, and was told that this was an opportune time to gain life experience before becoming the next king. The young man had to admit, he was quite nervous about this, he had never represented his planet before. The ORC was looking at him as the role model of all of Kashi, impression mattered more than ever here.

Two Royal Macheteros stood behind Tarion, the elite guard of the dynasty, and excellent swordsmen. A many times the prince had sparred with them, only to find himself beaten back, and put on his toes. Tarion had to be as good as them today at this meeting, had to put on his best manners, and play the role he was literally born to play. It would not have been a lie to say that at times like this, he felt as though his father was using his only child as a element within the dynasty and less like being taught how to be a king for his people. Tarion sighed.

As they edged closer to the Foundation, a channel was opened up between the ship and the station. Tarion admitted to be in aw struck by the structure.

"Prince Tarion of the Kashi Mer Dynasty, requesting permission to dock."

Seconds passed quickly as the Foundation immediately gave them the docking codes, greeting them with warm, welcoming tones. His muscles tensed up at first when the voice came over the intercom, but gently eased as the pilot of the Sapphire brought it in for the docking process. The Sapphire itself was a small corvette, nothing fancy, just the means to travel when the need was called for. Much like to it's name, it was a deep blue color, with a gold and black trimming. Only two turbolasers were positioned at the bow of the ship. It was, in all due respect, nothing amazing.

Tarion himself wore the garments made of Kashi silk. It's cream white with gold trims accented his dark black hair. Soon, the prince would be among many different kinds of people, all would be watching his every move.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Bryce had made his way down to the hanger by the time [member="Tarion Daemora"] had docked. Flanked by an honor of guard coalition marines and battle droids he waited for the prince and disembarked. A marching band of sorts began to warm up in preparation for his entrance. Beside Bryce was a protocol droid holding a shoe box sides wooden box with fine Kal-Shebball twi'lek ruins. It was to be a present for the man who was about to enter.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

As the doors to the ship finally released, and opened...Tarion felt a rush of adrenaline spread through his body like a flood of caff. This was accompanied by excitement and a thrill as his eyes bare witnessed to the greeting committee before him. Tarion felt honored more here than he ever had on Nu Kashi. He smiled as he began to realize his hands started to shake from all this, if he were to faint, it would be now, but he controlled his breathing to keep calm enough.

Reaching the bottom of the steps, Tarion took a bow before [member="Bryce Bantam"], the man who had spoken with his father he assumed, and caused this to be a thing of reality. Lifting his body up, his silver blue eyes met with the man's, then the box that a droid was holding beside him.

"You grace me with this, Mr. Bantman. Truly this is too much for someone such as myself? Regardless, thank you. I humble myself before you."