The Court of Hawks

[Spencer Varanin]

[SIZE=10pt]Eshan[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Hangers -> Palace[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Spencer sat in the back of the long black speeder, there were guard around her especially knowing who her guests were going to be. Eshan now was on its own, without a larger faction hovering over them. Spencer played with the blonde strands of her hair as she listened to the rambling of her advisers, some didn’t agree with her accepting the invitation to host the meeting, but Spencer raised her eyebrow and nodded listening to their concerns.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“It’s a good move trust me.” The officials nodded and quieted down as they waited for the guests to arrive. The meeting was something that Spencer and her officials have kept tightly underwraps. No one knew of the two women that were arriving, nor their reason, and where they would be meeting. The only two that knew anything was Spencer and the man sitting across from her. A smile spread across her face as they waited. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]As they arrive, there would be speeders waiting for them as well as Spencer, she would smile and greet them happily introducing herself. The introductions would be quick and they would head towards the palace. The building would show the age, as if it was a snapshot into the past. On the southern end of the building, there would be crews slowly rebuilding it along with several houses. The speeders would stop and let them out. The guest would come face to face to the archways that lead into the large hall. Historical art showing the forms of hand to hand combat of Echani arts.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A table would be set up in the middle of the large hall, with water along with small snacks. “Tea is readily available if you want, as my guests I do ask that you enjoy your stay.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [/SIZE]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

There was nothing so old on Mandalore anymore. Too many cataclysms and battles stole history from the majority of the place. As Mand’alor the Infernal’s shuttle descended from the Hell Wolf Star Cruiser, Yasha took the solitude to heart.

Eshan.

Birthplace of [member="Baiko no Kaho"]’s family & ancestor [member="Manu Xextos"]. How many times had Baiko spoken wistfully of taking Eshan into the Empire, where her culture and people could be kept safe? Yasha thought there was so much time, she could bring her beloved nanny-come-step-mother to her homeland. She could protect it, a gift for Baiko…

Baiko’s gravestone nestled under a blossom tree, in the garden of her and Gray’s estate on Concordia. Carnifex left nothing to bury. It was with little joy that Yasha watched Eshan expand through the viewport of the shuttle.

The emptiness at her side confounded the young ruler. [member="Jyoti Nooran"] petitioned for a meeting at the perfect time, if ever the Infernal was shaken, her first diplomatic meeting since Baiko’s death was it. No more tethers. The only positive influence from her childhood was gone. It was both advantageous and wickedly dangerous.

A fully armoured Mand’alor the Infernal walked down the gangplank flanked by four Death Watch guards. One, [member="Ambrose Mantis"] wore beskar’kandar of matte black, the symbols on his chest and shoulder the blood red of Clan Mantis. He stunk of violence, and the cessation of multitudes. A dark chasm in the Force. From the Infernal came nothing, no presence in the Force, no whisper of the mind. She was a void. An empty vessel. Her wolf-helm whirred and quirked down to [member="Spencer"] ’s eye line.

“My gratitude for your troubles, Queen Spencer. I hope this meeting is fruitful enough to make good your time.” The Infernal’s handle on Basic came from the heavy Epicant accent of her childhood. Led to the speeders and the palace beyond, Yasha’s HUD took recordings of the art inside, it was fascinating and familiar.

That move, the other there… moments from her childhood education via Baiko’s hand connected. Yasha had been trained in such moves without knowing it. While much of the wall art was unfamiliar to the Epicanthix woman, she enjoyed it. Something to show [member="Achani Raxis"] and [member="Azure Raxis"], when their ‘big sister’ got home. Maybe that would ease the pain of their mother’s passing.

“Your kindness is noted, b…” About to turn down the offer of any food or drink in a foreign and potentially hazardous place, the Mand’alor’s helmet-covered face twitched. The baffles on either side of the wolf-helm retracted and protracted.

“Tea… yes, some tea. Tell me… the art… is this the only place on Eshan with such murals, or are there more of them? I like them.” Forgetting to sit down, Yasha searched the art in the hall.