The Parliament
Wearing: Hooded Armorweave Kimono (Obsidian Color)
Armed with: De Lifte Crystal (Dual Vent)
Crime Hunter's Pistol (Charric Configuration)
Moya's Wrist Launcher (Cryo Bolts)
Hosting meeting aboard: The Castle Morpheus
With:
Maple Harte
Nine Lives
Darth Themis
Secretly Present: The Serpents of Ashla
Objective: Secure Alliances between Thurion Heavenshield and Ingrid L'lerim
The Heavy Command Cruiser awaited those invited to this secret meeting at the very edges of the Galaxy, the only way to trust that their enemies wouldn't be able to monitor their conversation.
One, the Eternal Empress, the other, The King of Midvinter.
Encrypted transmissions had been sent to both parties. Offers of a private arrangement that would be mutually beneficial to all. All that be required was that they actually show up in person to hear the proposal.
Those invited had been told to arrive by stealth transport only, and to transmit specific codes on arrival to prove it was them.
A light meal and tea was being prepared for the guests in the throne room, where the meeting was to be had.
Upon merely sighting the infamous "Ghost Ship" resembling a gigantic, gothic version of the Tantive Four, some trepidation might have been felt by those present. It was said Pirate Ships were terrified of sighting it. It orbited a planetless dull yellow star.
Many interested souls were present. One was the tombstone skinned exiled Jedi who had fought her own on Dantooine because they wanted to fight the Sith and the Bryn'adul at the same time. A course of action Laertia simply didn't believe was feasible. Already they had pointlessly thrown lives away at Korriban, to say nothing of what a chitshow Dantooine had been. Ryv didn't have to bring the NJO or the NIO. But he had, and both she and Syd Celsius (Who had not been told nor invited to this meeting) had been forced to kill Jedi as a result to try and keep the compact from being weakened. Laertia also didn't trust the NIO and thought it hypocritical of The Jedi to side with self admitted imperialists who had already pulled an Order 66 on their own...did Ryv really expect her to believe they wouldn't pull it again? The NIO had fethed the Jedi's skull even harder than the Sith had.
Laertia was also tired of the idea of trying to educate and redeem the Bryn'adul...screw that. That sentiment would get the Order killed. It would get the Order's worlds they were trying to save killed.
Laertia sat next to the Matriarch of House Li-Ves, the mysterious Obsidian Knight Nine Lives, tall and with her face concealed almost completely by the aid of her hooded green kimono with white roseprint embroidery. Laertia wore a hooded Kimono that was pitch black. Her former rival, the soon to be squire to Nine, the Bounty Hunter Maple Harte was clad in a purple hooded kimono with red roseprint embroidery.
Last was a very strange being that carried a black Lightsaber Spear. It was feminine in terms of its upper body and face but the lower body was that of a giant, person sized cobra, with black, glossy obsidian scales everywere, head surrounded by the hood of a cobra, eyes golden like the symbol of Ashla surrounded by a pentagram on its forehead. The cobra woman had come with a retinue of Light Adepts that wore nondescript clothing, no identifying marks...and refused to Identify themselves. They were a small group of 007 that had accompanied her, all wearing Tengu masks, and she identified herself only as Moya. They had been applying incantations on the walls of the throne to disable potential bugs and listening devices where ordinary means couldn't ferret them out.
The four awaited their guests in the throne room, each nervous for their own reasons. Laertia, because she had experienced a precognitive vision before Yurb that saw Midvinter being destroyed, Nine because she was trying to make a high level yet under the table deal to fight the Bryn'adul, Maple because in doing this she would become a target for a metric fethton of people potentially, and Moya because she had to be here for Laertia and potentially offer her own services to both as well.
But all four knew the Bryn'adul had to be stopped. All four were willing to offer a great deal in the hopes that the two invited would share this sentiment, especially with what was getting offered.
Laertia sat next to Nine and Maple while personalized tables were prepared. Tea was boiled and light meals were being carted in a great variety by members of Nine's clan, freshly prepped and ready to serve.
"Think they'll trust you, Black Knight?" Maple asked as they waited for their guests to show in the throne room, a steallar example of Atrisian Gothic design, like the rest of the ship interior, carved oni faces and demon statues at archways and corners.
"They'll trust I want to stop the Bryn'adul." The tombstone skinned, raven haired Exile said. "At the very least, they'll trust there is no way I could be a Jedi spy with the chit I pulled at Dantooine..."
"I'm optimistic..." Nine remarked, in a lotus position on her carved throne made to resemble miniature people holding up a slab. "Aren't you optimistic, Maple?"
"No." Maple said flatly.
"You're a riot a parties, I bet..." Themis joke grimly.
"Who the feth are you, again?" Maple asked pointedly, albeit playfully. Maple hadn't asked but she knew Laertia wouldn't be friends with a crazy looking snake lady if there wasn't a reason. If she only knew...
"Shutting up now..." Themis dodged, waiting for their guests.
"Do they even like tea?" Laertia asked with dry sarcasm.
"I think I have low priced sports drink or triple proof vodka as a back up..." Nine replied.
Laertia shook her head in amusement.
"Totally reassuring..." The Black Knight joked back...
"Shaken, or stirred?" Maple asked.
"Shaken. I'm not a 'total' heathen, Maple..." Nine scoffed.
Armed with: De Lifte Crystal (Dual Vent)
Crime Hunter's Pistol (Charric Configuration)
Moya's Wrist Launcher (Cryo Bolts)
Hosting meeting aboard: The Castle Morpheus
With:
Maple Harte
Nine Lives
Darth Themis
Secretly Present: The Serpents of Ashla
Objective: Secure Alliances between Thurion Heavenshield and Ingrid L'lerim
The Heavy Command Cruiser awaited those invited to this secret meeting at the very edges of the Galaxy, the only way to trust that their enemies wouldn't be able to monitor their conversation.
One, the Eternal Empress, the other, The King of Midvinter.
Encrypted transmissions had been sent to both parties. Offers of a private arrangement that would be mutually beneficial to all. All that be required was that they actually show up in person to hear the proposal.
Those invited had been told to arrive by stealth transport only, and to transmit specific codes on arrival to prove it was them.
A light meal and tea was being prepared for the guests in the throne room, where the meeting was to be had.
Upon merely sighting the infamous "Ghost Ship" resembling a gigantic, gothic version of the Tantive Four, some trepidation might have been felt by those present. It was said Pirate Ships were terrified of sighting it. It orbited a planetless dull yellow star.
Many interested souls were present. One was the tombstone skinned exiled Jedi who had fought her own on Dantooine because they wanted to fight the Sith and the Bryn'adul at the same time. A course of action Laertia simply didn't believe was feasible. Already they had pointlessly thrown lives away at Korriban, to say nothing of what a chitshow Dantooine had been. Ryv didn't have to bring the NJO or the NIO. But he had, and both she and Syd Celsius (Who had not been told nor invited to this meeting) had been forced to kill Jedi as a result to try and keep the compact from being weakened. Laertia also didn't trust the NIO and thought it hypocritical of The Jedi to side with self admitted imperialists who had already pulled an Order 66 on their own...did Ryv really expect her to believe they wouldn't pull it again? The NIO had fethed the Jedi's skull even harder than the Sith had.
Laertia was also tired of the idea of trying to educate and redeem the Bryn'adul...screw that. That sentiment would get the Order killed. It would get the Order's worlds they were trying to save killed.
Laertia sat next to the Matriarch of House Li-Ves, the mysterious Obsidian Knight Nine Lives, tall and with her face concealed almost completely by the aid of her hooded green kimono with white roseprint embroidery. Laertia wore a hooded Kimono that was pitch black. Her former rival, the soon to be squire to Nine, the Bounty Hunter Maple Harte was clad in a purple hooded kimono with red roseprint embroidery.
Last was a very strange being that carried a black Lightsaber Spear. It was feminine in terms of its upper body and face but the lower body was that of a giant, person sized cobra, with black, glossy obsidian scales everywere, head surrounded by the hood of a cobra, eyes golden like the symbol of Ashla surrounded by a pentagram on its forehead. The cobra woman had come with a retinue of Light Adepts that wore nondescript clothing, no identifying marks...and refused to Identify themselves. They were a small group of 007 that had accompanied her, all wearing Tengu masks, and she identified herself only as Moya. They had been applying incantations on the walls of the throne to disable potential bugs and listening devices where ordinary means couldn't ferret them out.
The four awaited their guests in the throne room, each nervous for their own reasons. Laertia, because she had experienced a precognitive vision before Yurb that saw Midvinter being destroyed, Nine because she was trying to make a high level yet under the table deal to fight the Bryn'adul, Maple because in doing this she would become a target for a metric fethton of people potentially, and Moya because she had to be here for Laertia and potentially offer her own services to both as well.
But all four knew the Bryn'adul had to be stopped. All four were willing to offer a great deal in the hopes that the two invited would share this sentiment, especially with what was getting offered.
Laertia sat next to Nine and Maple while personalized tables were prepared. Tea was boiled and light meals were being carted in a great variety by members of Nine's clan, freshly prepped and ready to serve.
"Think they'll trust you, Black Knight?" Maple asked as they waited for their guests to show in the throne room, a steallar example of Atrisian Gothic design, like the rest of the ship interior, carved oni faces and demon statues at archways and corners.
"They'll trust I want to stop the Bryn'adul." The tombstone skinned, raven haired Exile said. "At the very least, they'll trust there is no way I could be a Jedi spy with the chit I pulled at Dantooine..."
"I'm optimistic..." Nine remarked, in a lotus position on her carved throne made to resemble miniature people holding up a slab. "Aren't you optimistic, Maple?"
"No." Maple said flatly.
"You're a riot a parties, I bet..." Themis joke grimly.
"Who the feth are you, again?" Maple asked pointedly, albeit playfully. Maple hadn't asked but she knew Laertia wouldn't be friends with a crazy looking snake lady if there wasn't a reason. If she only knew...
"Shutting up now..." Themis dodged, waiting for their guests.
"Do they even like tea?" Laertia asked with dry sarcasm.
"I think I have low priced sports drink or triple proof vodka as a back up..." Nine replied.
Laertia shook her head in amusement.
"Totally reassuring..." The Black Knight joked back...
"Shaken, or stirred?" Maple asked.
"Shaken. I'm not a 'total' heathen, Maple..." Nine scoffed.
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