The Sith delegates and lords were greeted by a small gathering of Chiss soldiers in the hangar bay, each in immaculately pressed black uniforms, standing at attention on either side of a single female Chiss before the group. She stood with her chin level, red eyes glowing, hair cropped short at the jawline; unlike the others, she had red piping along the seams of her uniform, and an Ensign badge on her chest. As the Sith approached, she bowed her head, falling into step without missing a beat, while motioning with her hand toward the doorway that opened further away.
"I am Ensign Mesa'ebito'puze," She said, voice even, eyes level as she looked to the Emperor. "It is an honor to have you aboard
the Cart'ar, one of our many Ticsuti-Class Chiss Star Destroyers. I will escort you to Commander Mitth'orn'eruod, presently."
The interior of the Chiss vessel was, in a word, pristine. Every plate of hull and decking aligned perfectly, creating near seamless corridors that maximized space, with intricately designed support bracketing that barely hindered the spacious effect. Were it not for the exterior view the arrivals had, it would be forgivable if they presumed they walked on a far larger vessel. The plating itself was an almost glowing white, with jet-black accents and walkways; those with the knowledge would likely realize that the hull was touching the infrared spectrum...
"I apologize if you are unable to see it, my lords," Mesa'ebito'puze said, her voice cutting through the strangely quiet interior of the Destroyer. Despite many moving to one side and allowing the group passage, there were few sounds beyond usual ship echoes or systems. "But the hull is lined with infrared coating in places, allowing for what would otherwise be directions and deck information on other vessels. For example, to your left on the wall, indicates we are nearing the conference chamber. Just several more minutes, and we will arrive."
A number of equally clean, broad and open corridors later, and the group arrived. The Ensign stepped cleanly to one side of the double-doorway, bowing her head again.
"I will be here to escort you at the completion of the meeting, my lords."
She then pressed a button beside her, and the doors opened, revealing a brightly lit room within.
Mitth'orn'eruod waited patiently.
Now within the confines of the conference chamber, the Chiss had a moment to think to himself, away from prying eyes. He stood, at the rear of the room, opposite the doorway, with a datapad in hand. Red eyes were narrowed as they looked over sensor information,
the Cart'ar performing non-intrusive and passive scans of the Sith Star Destroyer beyond. The more intricate systems and information were impossible to attain without more aggressive scanning, so Mitth'orn'eruod had to make do with what could be gleaned in a less intrusive manner.
A shame, the Commander thought to himself, sighing.
I would have liked to examine the weapons and defense systems... perhaps another time.
Still, there remained the meeting about to begin. Turning off the datapad screen, Mitth'orn'eruod placed it carefully on the table near his assigned seat, before he stood and held gloved hands at the small of his back. Above the doorway, a panel flashed quickly, indicating the guests were nearing. With a clearing of the throat, and a passive expression falling over his face, the double doors opened and the Commander was greeted with the visage of a small group of Sith; each was dressed in what Mitth'orn'eruod presumed were their personal choices, but he could see some similarities between members.
"Greetings," Mitth'orn'eruod said simply, nodding his head as he motioned to the table before him.
"I am Commander Mitth'orn'eruod. You may call me by my core name of Thorne. Please, have a seat and be comfortable."
Immediately, red eyes looked to the Emperor, giving the large humanoid a subtle once over.
Confidence, projected by power and stature, both physically and militarily, has no doubt as to status within the galaxy, and how others perceive him. Something more there? A mask atop a face, perhaps? A means to an end, projecting what is expected. Also a belief that things will go as expected, perhaps? Not an incorrect assumption, by any means, yet reactions to certain topics may shift that expression... that should prove amusing. Those eyes shifted, taking in the other tall male beside the Emperor.
The mask, formless, expressionless, contrary to a dark sider one would presume. Hiding ones emotions? Or shamed by them, perhaps hiding until the right to reveal is earned? Similar stature to the Emperor. Younger, strong, certainly similar species, perhaps related... the similar gait could indicate familiarity with Kaine, perhaps student or familial. Is it an attempt to appear subservient and obedient? Shifting eyes took in the blonde female humanoid.
The female's eyes show depth, a wisdom, perhaps beyond her years. Certainly a strong stride, confident, perhaps arrogant, a similar certainty shared by the Emperor? Perhaps a leader in her own right, within the Sith? Her mind is constantly working, her eyes show that much...
Unlike the retinue of dark side users, Mitth'orn'eruod stood alone, no other Chiss in the room. He waited for the guests to sit, before he sat himself. The table was shaped like an octagon, with no clear head, and no real indication of yielding placement. So was all meetings among Chiss, so unlike other cultures who sought to gain visual stature above others. In this regard, a meeting of minds would come down to one thing - rank. And on this vessel, Mitth'orn'eruod was the Commander, and the Sith his guests; and as was proper, he would afford them even hospitality, despite the carefully concealed disdain he held for members of the group, particularly their Emperor... but Mitth'orn'eruod would come back to that, once the pleasantries were over.
There were certainly some things to discuss with their ruler.
The double-doors closed silently.
"I hope your journey to the Chiss regions was comfortable and uneventful," Mitth'orn'eruod said.
"I trust Ensign Mesa'ebito'puze - er, Ebito - was a pleasant escort. She relishes the opportunity to speak with other sentients of the galaxy, it is certainly an exciting moment and opportunity for her. But not only the Ensign, as we have much to discuss concerning our peoples moving toward a consanguinity, of sorts."
If Mitth'orn'eruod felt any sense of discomfort being surrounded by the Sith, he didn't show it. His expression remained level, his eyes steady and observant, and his posture comfortable.
"Might I have the honor of your companions' titles and names, Emperor Kaine?"
Knowing a title and rank was important to Chiss. The young Commander did not wish to insult those gathered by ignoring their achievements and stature within their respective groups...
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