Faction The First of Many | The Council of Naboo

[Saraya Arenais]

L O C A T I O N | Theed, Naboo​

W E A R I N G | [x]​

T A G S | Hisashi - Talak Jenste - Vio Doni - Diavona Vammor - Stardust Solus Skirae - Vemric Keldra - Lovor Mahlanarsh - Kyyrk ​

A new day dawned over the city of Theed, bathing the towering skyline in vibrant shades of orange and yellow. The dazzling rays of sun stretched lazily over the domed buildings and wound through the spiral streets till the city was drenched in it. Much like any other day, the weather promised to be amicable. Any soul awake on Naboo would already begin to feel the heat as it sank into the cobblestones to chase away the cool night air. ​

For many, the morning proved to be a peaceful one. Filled with the ordinary and the mundane, set the tune of the Solleu River as it twisted and turned around the border of Theed.​

Unfortunately, the harmonious atmosphere had not been extended to the palace.​

Inside the hallowed walls, where Queens had reigned for millennia, there was nothing short of chaos. Servants and footmen dashed up and down the corridor, either with their hands piled high or severely concerned expressions on their faces. Strong, commanding voices bounced back and forth, loud enough to drown out the rumble of the waterfalls beneath them. It was no secret that the palace was a frenzied hive of activity today. All of it centring primarily around the throne room. The cornerstone of Naboo. A large, long room carved from egg-shell marble with a rounded throne set before a circle table at its heart.​

Today was the first gathering of the Council of Naboo since the death of Queen Karia. A new council under a new Queen. Largely in thanks to the Captain of the Queensguard’s insistence, the members of the previous council had been replaced with people of Mila’s choosing. Though there were a few grumbles and sour expressions, all seemed to be in agreeance that it was the best course of action. Whoever had managed to successfully pull off the assassination of a Queen was a powerful hand indeed. It made sense the suspicion naturally revolved around those close to Karia at the time. So, in turn, it had made sense to replace them all. ​

Mila was grateful that the unrest in the throne room wouldn’t last for much longer. Not that what was going to happen after it was any less unnerving. Soon the chaos of preparation would be replaced with the intense, likely merciless, pedantic ways of the new council. Mila couldn’t decide which she would have rather faced. That or an endless sea of servants quizzing her on her personal preference of napkin colour. At least when the council arrived, she would finally be afforded the opportunity to be more than a glorified funeral director. ​

That didn’t mean that tradition couldn’t be upheld, of course. That was the entire reason she sat in the centre of the throne, with the traditional garb of the Queen of Naboo clinging to her curves and porcelain makeup spread over her face. Tradition. The material was a depressing shade of ebony instead of its vibrant shades of red and gold, but it still mirrored those of the women who had sat here before her. The only way it differed was the circumstances of her ascension. Many of her predecessors had come to the throne in a more natural way. The previous Queen retiring, passing on, stepping down. A more widely accepted, unsuspicious way of gaining power.​

A frustrated sigh left her lips in one swift blow. There would be time to think more on that later. It would no doubt be the most pressing issue during today’s meeting. Not only would Naboo be conducting investigations into the death of the young Queen, but the Confederacy had expressed its interest as well. There were many things to see too, many things to discuss, and little benefit to Mila allowing the thoughts to plague her. ​

“Your majesty?” A grizzled voice dragged the Queen from her thoughts and drew her gaze to the source. An aged footman with crow’s feet pressed into the corners of his eyes glanced down at her expectantly. “They’re arriving.” ​

“Very well.” Mila drew in a breath of crisp air, bracing herself against the cool marble throne. “Show them in, please.” The footman nodded, clapping his hands and filling the room with sudden, violent sharpness. The rest of the servants reacted to it immediately, quickly clearing the throne room. Just as he began to leave, Mila spoke again. “Make sure they have everything they need before we begin. We could be here for quite some time.” He bowed as he shuffled off, drawing the large gilded doors to a close as he left. ​

Leaving Mila truly alone in the throne for the first time that morning. ​

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

It was...odd? Sure stardust had heard the news of queens death it was her birth planet after all and within these turbulent days stardust kept a close eye on her world just in case she needed to step in and help her home or ensure her property was safe. The oddity of it all however was she had received a message addressed from the palace itself, telling her she had been chosen as part of the council for the queen, her position wasn't told at all which just made her curiosity grow even more.

Whichever the case star came prepared for the worst, upon her was her battlemaster armor, on her hips was two sabers, her sword nova and two westar 35s, in all honesty she was lightly armed compared to how she could come as she felt she could be a little lenient given this was her home planet

Entering she waited not long before she and a few others were brought before the queen of naboo, she stood tall looking upon her before she got to one knee and bowed her head in respect staying silent unless she was spoke to. All the while her senses reached out for any potential danger.

 

[Diavona Vammor]

Location: Theed, Naboo
Tags: | Saraya Arenais | Hisashi | Talak Jenste | Vio Doni | Stardust Solus Skirae | Vemric Keldra | Lovor Mahlanarsh | Kyyrk |

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"Now you see? That wasn't such a difficult thing, now was it?" the voice that filled the room was soft, smooth like silk, and rolled just a touch in the vowels to be noticeable but not overly so. Despite the honey dripping from these words, there was a woman seated in the only chair within the room, in front of the speaker and she did not look reassured.

Perhaps it was the fact that her hands were still bound behind herself, the knots of rope unrelenting no matter how many times she tried to escape them. Or maybe it was how vulnerable she had been left; nearly bare, thinking she had gotten quite lucky with her company the night before. A bit of fun and games that had turned oh so very quickly. Or, it could have very well been the lengthy, wicked looking blade that the speaker between them continued to twist around in her hand with the ease of practiced familiarity.

It had merely been a visual threat nothing more, and it had worked all too perfectly in Diavona's favor. Most of these high society cows didn't like the idea of pain, much less the promise that it would be delivered unto them. Though now that the blonde Spymaster had gotten what she needed from the whimpering brunette seated before her, she placed a booted foot into the very small space of visible seat between the other woman's legs so that she could slide the dagger back into place on an exposed thigh. The skirts to Dia's gown had been purposefully designed to detach from the bodice, leaving quite the scandalous look behind of course, but naturally it helped to serve a purpose as well as to loosen tongues.

"Now then, so long as you start funneling your support back into the royal coffers, and the information you get from your friends back to my people, your very sweet, very influential husband won't need to know a thing about this, your gambling away his support funds, or about your lusty taste for lady-flesh hm?" Again the woman in the chair whimpered, but she nodded her head in understanding.

"Good," Dia purred, and she leaned in closer, foot still in place against the chair, so that she was nearly nose to nose with the woman. "And if anyone asks about your evening away from home last night?"

"I don't remember," the brunette answered, a little breathless from the tears she had been shedding before this clarity between herself and Diavona. "The drink was strong, and I remember being helped to my room, then woke alone."

"Good girl," Dia approved, then lowered her foot and stepped around the chair so that she could untie the other woman. "Now then, get some rest dear. You'll certainly need it with all of the work you have ahead of you." She patted the other woman on the shoulder, ignoring the wince it caused, and then stepped on past so that she could pick up her skirts. The fabric was easily reattached to the little number, and then the blonde sashayed out of the room as if nothing were amiss.

An hour later had her changed into something more suitable and strolling within the halls of the palace. She didn't bother to stop and greet anyone, they all seemed particularly busy floundering about following orders, and besides Dia had places to be. She wasn't late, at least not very, and as such she was in no hurry to kill herself or anyone else by hurrying to get there. When she arrived within the throne room, she found herself not the first to arrive and smirked just a tad to herself. Seems her little birdies were on par today.

As such, Diavona made her way across the floor and sank to a bow. "Your majesty," she greeted, though remained in position to stay respectful until told otherwise. She did turn her head just enough to grin and wink playfully at Star, but it was nothing more than a teasingly playful gesture and then her head righted and she was behaving again.

 

[Lovor Mahlanarsh]

He had been picked for the job. A job that he found quite appealing if truth be told. Minister of Influence on the planet Naboo. His home. His world. His people. Oh the things to be done.

And seemingly so much time now with which to work.

He wore a smile, eyes half lidded as he came down from the drunken stupor he had been in the night before. He was still surprised at his tolerance for the spirits, but was pleased he suffered little from the after effects of a fun night. He had walked through the front area quickly, hands in the sash about his waist before coming into the main hall to find two others beside himself present and already knelt before the queen. His own outfit fitting the mood it seemed as he moved beside the other two and took a proper bow to the queen.

"Your majesty." He spoke with a warm tone, hair slicked back and facial hair trimmed neatly as he spared a glance to the other two. A small twitch in the corner of his lip.

One way to make yourself known. He thought to himself in regards to the armor.

 

[Vemric Keldra]

TAG: Saraya Arenais Hisashi Talak Jenste Vio Doni Diavona Vammor Stardust Solus Skirae Lovor Mahlanarsh Kyyrk​

Vemric was back in Theed, enjoying a well earned break from the tedium of drills on the Requiem. The absence of uniformed personnel to groom for perfection, was a welcome change. With Mila Uhlesifa at the Academy with her studies and Mrs. Rhass finally clamping down on her nagging him to eat and sleep, Vemric was gladly wallowing in the solitude that Keldra Manor could offer. Not that he complained about Mila in the least. She had turned out to be the perfect Ward, drinking in any tutelage he could give her. She had caught on quickly and he had high hopes that she would excel one day as an engineer to the Navy. He just needed some peace and quiet for a change.

He had been enjoying a good cup of caffeine while lounging in a plush chair, when the summons from the palace shattered the illusion that he was enjoying. He had been chosen as Councillor of Commerce. He merely lifted a brow as the envoy relayed the message. Mrs. Rhass was wringing her hands, looking concerned. She knew very well that the added responsibility would make it even harder to convince him to stay his quest for absolute perfection within the Confederacy.
"Mrs. Rhass, please stop fretting. It's not a message of death that they are bringing." he said, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly. "Hm, that was probably a poor statement to make in light of recent happenings." he added after a slight pause and the envoy's furrowed brow. "Very well. I'll be there."

Not long after, his military frame strode through the palace halls toward the throne room, his regal robes billowing behind him as he went. He was still on time as he entered the room. He joined the others with a slight nod before inclining his tall frame in a slight bow for the queen.
"Majesty. You look lovely this morning." he said in a warm, respectful baritone.

 

[Talak Jenste]

The silence of the throne room would be shattered in short order as the heavy doors on the far side of the hall swung open suddenly before closing behind him. The figure that emerged from the corridor on his own would be intimidating, but the sound of the loudly closing doors was to punctuate his appearance. The one thing all Sith shared in common was a flare for the dramatic perhaps that too was a flaw of the teachings.

Anyone who could sense the force would be quick to take note that the man radiated power, and as the tower of a man approached the small gathering of would-be councilors. He scrutinized them both with his eyes and the force with each step, there was a weight to the man, an authority that demanded respect as a veteran of the campaigns of the One Sith, any who knew of him would understand, the problem with that is most of the people who truly knew of him were dead, save one.

As he came to stand at the Queen's side he bowed ever so slightly to Mila before turning to face the new councilors. “Welcome to the Royal Palace, my name is Talak and I serve as the Queen’s Master Councilor.” while the man may convey strength he was dressed simply in a suit and totally unassuming outwardly.

Spoiler: TAGS

Saraya Arenais Hisashi Vio Doni Diavona Vammor Stardust Solus Skirae Lovor Mahlanarsh Kyyrk

 

[Hisashi]

Q U E E N S G U A R D​

T A G : Saraya Arenais , Talak Jenste , Vemric Keldra, Lovor Mahlanarsh, Diavona Vammor, Stardust Solus Skirae

Captain of the Queensguard.

Over the course of his admittedly-chaotic life, Hisashi had been known as many things. Mostly cursed yelled by dying men before his blade ran them through - yet none of them held a drop of gilded responsibility. Many months prior to the present, the Guardian had not an inkling that such purpose would eventually fall upon his shoulders. The job had been a simple one: a life had to be extinguished. Yet as the man lay dying, a request was made. Keep her alive. Keep his daughter alive. In that moment, Hisashi did not realize that his mark was talking not of just Mila Karr, but of the weight that would settle upon her brow.

Keep the Crown alive.

Honor was a concept that Hisashi chuckled about on the fields of battle. Honor was what drove the sons of nobles to fall at his blade. Honor was how one hindered themselves. Yet, here he was, keeping true to the promise. Was his agreeance secured by a handsome amount of credits initially? Absolutely. Did the funds help him overcome the ocean of awkward between himself and his charge? Absolutely. In the beginning, he had taught her how to survive the streets of Hutt Space. Now...He had to keep her breathing amidst the wolves of the Court. Easier said than done.

But, there was a silver lining. Along the way, a foundation of trust began to form. Friendship. Smiles. Laughter. A tolerance for the petty things that would have once drove the man up a wall. It was this foundation that now upheld the vow - an honorable one - rather than the credits. And now, he had a lofty title to go along with it. Captain of the Queensguard. Hisashi much preferred to think of it as looking after a dear friend. And today was one of the busiest in months. Since the untimely demise of the former Queen, he had been on edge.

Why? Because Queens did not magically drop dead.

With such power, ailing health would have been detected.

With such power, anything out of the norm would have been detected - unless there was foul play involved. The Guardian had his own theories, enough so that he encouraged the new Queen to unseat the former Council and establish new membership. It had taken some doing, but a fresh number of qualified persons was the safest bet in his eyes. There was no telling if the ones responsible were within her Court or without. Thus, an investigation into these sordid affairs had been launched. Thus, the Throneroom had been readied for the occasion.

After conducting his final sweep of the premises and checking in with the Guard, Hisashi entered the Throne Room. He was not the first to arrive, and thus provided a number of courteous nods as he approached. His advance paused just before the rug of the Throne. And it was at that moment that a conversation from the night of her coronation popped into memory. She was nervous. Stressed. And thus a distraction had to be made. They bantered about the expectations of protecting her...or rather, his assimilation into a life in the Court.

Meaning, he had to bow.

Hisashi bowed to no one.

But...the Queen had managed to sway him with a bribe he could not refuse. It was not credits for a change. But rather, food. Once a week, the palace chefs would whip up some favorites of home. They were far from the normal affair of noblity - and thus, the thought of the Queen munching on a rice cake was too good to pass up. Thus, his form lowered to a respectful bow before he righted himself. "Your Highness." he said in greeting. He then advanced, braving the carpet before the stone and coming to a halt at the base of the steps.

There he stood. Between her and the Council. Between her and all of Naboo.

For he was her Shield and her Sword.

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[Saraya Arenais]

T H E - F I R S T - O F - M A N Y​

Tag: Hisashi | Talak Jenste | Stardust Solus Skirae | Vemeric Kaldera | Lovor Mahlanarsh | Diavona Vammor | Vio Doni​

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The councillors filled in slowly, one by one, all paying their respects to the monarch that sat in the slightly too large throne. Mila bowed her head respectfully to each one as they arrived, only beginning when everyone was finally together.

“Welcome, Councillors, to what I hope will be the first of many successful meetings held in these hallowed halls.” Mila’s honied tone filled the room, echoing back and forth across the cold marble walls. “Thank you all for attending so promptly. As you are no doubt aware by now, the previous council agreed to step down due to the unknown circumstances surrounding Queen Kairi’s death. You have been selected as their replacements.” There was no kind way about saying that. The previous council and palace were suspected of having a hand in the assassination, something that the new council had no doubt pieced together. “Though most of you are already aware of your chosen positions and no doubt equally aware of each other, I believe introductions are in order.”

Mila rose from her seat and motioned to the marble chairs surrounding the circle table. She began with the one to the right of the throne. “ Talak Jenste . Master councillor and a dear friend of mine for as long as I can remember.” It was tradition that the Queen’s personal council be someone she knows personally, there was no better man for the job. “ Stardust Solus Skirae , our Councillor of War, should she choose to accept it.” Mila’s hand motioned to the chair beside Talak’s, and then to the stunning vibrant green twi’lek that she had chosen for the position of war. She hadn’t had the time to tell Star what she wanted her position to be, but now was as good a time as any. “Lady Diavona Vammor. Councillor of Whispers.” Her hand motioned to the snowy-haired woman garbed in the deepest ebony dress. A fitting outfit for the role she was destined to play. “Lovor Mahlanarsh. Councillor of Influence. He will be our eyes and our ears throughout the Galaxy.” A rather debonair and handsome man, someone Mila was certain would capture the attention of the other planetary ambassadors with little effort. “Vemeric Kaldera. Councillor of Commerce and coin.” The slender blonde man had always intimidated Mila a little. Perhaps it was the piercing gaze behind his shocking blue eyes. In part, this was one of the things that made him the perfect choice to manage Naboo’s purse. “Finally. The Captain of the Queensguard, Hisashi .” Her fingers pointed to the sun-kissed man, who’s seat was to the throne’s left.

Once the introductions were made, she motioned for all of them to take their seats around the circle table. She could have allowed them to introduce themselves, but this council meeting, along with being their first, was likely the most important one Naboo had hosted to date. But there was still one more thing to do before they officially began.

“As many of you will know, the council must operate as one mind, one body, one soul. I believe I have picked the best on Naboo for the job.” Mila offered the entire room a fond smile. “We have our head.” She motioned to the throne. “Our heart.” She motioned to Talak. “Our hands.” Her gaze trailed to Vemric. “Our feet.” She turned to Star. “Our eyes.” It was Lovor’s turn to be afforded a smile from the Queen as she spoke. “And our ears.” Her hand trailed over to Diavona. “We are almost whole. The one thing we sorely lack is a voice.” She paused for a moment, scanning the council to gauge their reaction, but only allowing the silence to stretch long enough for them to consider what she was saying. “No doubt Lovor will be an excellent councillor of influence and represent us fairly and justly across the entire galaxy, but his voice is a conglomeration of us. The council, not of the people.”

Mila pressed her lips together briefly but quickly continued on. “I believe as a council we are jaded to the ways of the common people of Naboo. We sit here in the palace, drinking expensive wine, discussing what to do with lives that we have no first-hand experience in. How can we rule for the people if we cannot hear what they are saying?” Again, the silence stretched amongst the council, but it didn’t last long. “I have attempted to rectify this by bringing forth a new role to the council, one that will act as the voice of the people here in these chambers. One that will be able to listen where we cannot and one who will be able to speak for those who lack the voice.” Mila motioned to a servant stood at the gilded doors, who nodded quickly and disappeared behind them to fetch something. “Vio Doni. A citizen of Naboo since the day she was born, living and breathing amongst the people whose lives are in our hands.”

The servant would show Vio to her seat, and if any of the council members had disagreements about the position, there would be time to discuss them later. The first topic of business had to be moved onto quickly. The longer they allowed it to linger the worse it would become.

“I regret to begin with sordid business, but the assassination of my predecessor is and will be the highest priority on our agenda today. I trust I need not express the deep sorrow and shock Naboo feels at this tragic loss. It is no doubt a scar that will never truly heal.” Mila paused. Whether for dramatic effect or to allow the weight of the situation to settle on the council, it was not clear. But the silence stretched for a few moments more before Mila spoke again. “The funeral and the following procession will be handled by the councillor of influence and commerce respectively; I trust you will both do an excellent job of honouring our beloved monarch. I would also suggest to the council that a statue or building be erected in her honour. Perhaps the Confederacy would be willing to name a wing of their new base of operations after her, considering she was the one to welcome them to Naboo when Geonosis became untenable, but that is a discussion for later.”

Her slender hand drew all eyes toward the empty chair that had been wedged between the marble seats for the council. The red velvet stretched tightly over the plush seat looked odd against the eggshell marble room. “We will be joined later by the Lord Commander Voph, who will be conducting a Confederate investigation into the death of Queen Kairi alongside our own internal investigations. Councillor Star and Councillor Diavona will be working closely with him to share information across the board and, hopefully, to bring whoever committed such an atrocity to justice. Are there any objections to this?”​

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

More entered right after her, bright green eyes glanced between them as she reached close to her hip and held her hand there just in case....then suddenly a immense dark power entered the room...stardust stood instantly and her eyes locked with Talak Jenste . The dark side oozed off of him, as a result her signature flared up as her hands remained near her side near those cylinders as she kept her breathing controlled and her outward appearance calm.

However she listened to her queens words, stardust had heard of the others untimely death and had great worry that something was afoul among the royalty. Soon she was told just exactly her job....councilor or war....stardust chuckled lightly. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried she couldn't escape war and now for her experience in it she was chosen for this position.

Looking among everyone else as they were introduced she scanned each and every one of them carefully before sheblooked back towards the queen as she explained the business for the day before she herself spoke

I shall accept this position my queen, while I feel I've done nothing for naboo to earn this title I trust your decision.

Letting a pause settle she spoke again

as for whoever assassinated our former queen let it be known here i will work with these other two and find this killer, any who align themselves with the assasin shall be burned from the universe!

To solidify her point she raised a hand and light it afire with her pyrokinesis briefly before quickly extinguishing the flame leaving no mark upon herself

 

[Kyyrk]

Saraya Arenais | Hisashi | Talak Jenste | Stardust Solus Skirae | Vemric Keldra | Lovor Mahlanarsh | Diavona Vammor | Vio Doni

Wearing: Voph's Robes

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Voph was no stranger to the intricacies of court. Particularly not Naboo. Not since his service to the court of Princess Freyja all those years ago. His advisors had insisted that he had best dress for the occasion. But Voph declined, instead dressing in his usual obsidian armorings and midnight cloak. As he walked through the halls of the palace, his hood was drawn, hiding his face from those around him. Not that they could see him anyways. The Force allowed Voph to go unseen to all but the most observant of people.

Voph had, in fact, been lingering in the doorway for most of the conversation so far, slipping in with the entry of another so as not to alert the room as a whole to his presence. As the Queen made introductions of the councilors, Voph stepped forward quiet as ever, treading towards the empty chair that had been left for him. As he approached, his voice rang out across the room, deep and Imperial as ever. "Not just an Confederate investigation. The Confederate investigation."

The air twisted and warped around him as Voph stepped from invisibility into full view, his head inclining in a show of respect towards the Queen. "The Confederacy does not take kindly to the murder of an official within its space, nor one of such importance." Voph, for one, did not bow further than the incline of his head. Perhaps a show of arrogance, or of thinking he was better than the Queen. Or perhaps Voph was here on business, and not business that need bother with the formalities of court. As he stood prepared to take his seat, his head turned towards Hisashi and inclined his head in a second greeting.

"It pleases me to know that you have not lost your flair for theatrics and parlor tricks, Miss Stardust." Voph pulled the chair back, and sat down, his dry humor floating isolated into the void, not accompanied by a hint or expression to plainly express his humor. Voph placed a datapad onto the table. "As the Queen has observed, I will be the direct oversight by the Confederacy into this matter. I reserve the right to both accept help from, or to entirely delegate my efforts to another Knight, but in the event this occurs, you shall be adequately informed."

Voph sat tall in his chair, reaching up to pull his hood back to reveal the strict ponytail that captured his shock white hair. The black cloth of his blindfold was secured in place around where his eyes would have been, and a soft blue glow shone from his left ring finger, calling attention to the ring he had worn since time immemorial. "And on behalf of Vylmira, I would like to congratulate you, Queen Mila, on your newfound responsibilities. May you guide your people with wisdom and grace, and may you be a boon to your people in these dark times."

 

[Diavona Vammor]

Location: Council Chamber
Tags: | Everyone ('Cause there's lots of us) |

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The room grew more and more bodies, and Diavona took note of each one of them as they filed in. The way they moved, the way they presented themselves. What was worn within the chambers for a meeting with the Queen, who was armed, and who wasn't - or didn't appear to be. After all, Dia didn't appear to be armed either, and yet a full body search would find various knives strapped to her frame, hidden beneath her attire. Looks could be deceiving enough certainly, but mannerisms typically spoke volumes. Not always, but usually when no one was aware they were being watched.

But Dia was always watching; mayhaps not personally, but she had eyes where her own could not be.

Eventually it seemed that most of them were gathered, and when given the leave to stand Dia did as such. Her hands ran over the front of her clothing once or twice to smooth the fabric out of old, ingrained habit, but then her focus had shifted to their Queen as she began to speak and give introductions. Seats among the table caused Dia's brows to loft, and her feet moved to carry her lithe form to the one that had been assigned to her. "Councillor of Whispers has a lovely ring to it." she stated, and then easily fit herself into her chair. Diavona was quite accustomed to working for Naboo's nobility, but to be part of an official council? Oh yes, this would do nicely.

Her attention was drawn however when there was a shift in the shadows. Her hands flexed, one immediately going to the lower hem of her dress right at the inside of her thigh, ready to draw the weapon concealed there in an instant. Though it didn't seem to be needed, and apparently this was their assumed missing table-mate. Slowly Dia's frame relaxed back into the support of her chair, though she studied the others - mostly Voph admittedly - with a curious frown. The fact that she wasn't the only one in the room who could so easily step in and out of the shadows bothered her a tad bit more than she would ever care to admit.

But, they were all here for a reason. Their Queen had use for and trusted each one of them for one reason or another, otherwise they would not be here. As such, Diavona would behave - for now - and listen.

 

[Lovor Mahlanarsh]

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Saraya Arenais | Hisashi | Talak Jenste | Stardust Solus Skirae | Vemric Keldra | Kyyrk | Diavona Vammor | Vio Doni

Lovor listened to the new voices that joined them, cataloging what he heard for another time. The soft inflections of what was being suggested interlacing with the words, or just the brunt truth of addressing the situation before them. The baritone of the one voice gave him the idea of not only practiced grace, but ingrained, perhaps cultivated by their environment.

There was no suggestion behind the words though. Just a floating compliment intended to help smooth the road before them. Another voice joined the chorus and spoke plainly, nothing added or hidden before another joined, closing the distance to the throne and drawing an arched brow from Lovor before addressing the queen.

He placed himself squarely between the council members and the queen. Given the circumstances, not entirely uncalled for. Foolish though in some manner. If those responsible were to make an attempt at the rather fresh faced queen in so short a time, undue attention not only from internal investigators, but also those off planet.

His attention was drawn away from the curious mood he was in to hear everyone else speak before the queen began, his focus now pointedly on her as she moved through the introductions. Names with faces were now connected, the positions around him gaining substance and presence with each passing name that she dispensed with.

With the name given, his eyes would shift to the introduced person, a warm smile appearing for them before his attention shifted to the next person announced. The one before him, the councilor of whispers had caught his attention. Not personally. It was never a wise practice for anyone working alongside each other to mingle. The potential fallout from such things always led to blood in the water.

No. His interest was partnership. Influence and Whispers always went together, and he was intrigued to see if they could not help one another to spread their influence, and their collective net.

The call to sit was made, and he sat properly, fingers laced together before him as he watched Saraya Arenais speak further. They were each addressed with a different title, but the allusion was not lost upon him. The queen's smile was returned with his own, though a touch more pleased. It shifted to a neutral expression however when the mention of missing a voice was made. Then details about the missing function was made, and honestly it made sense.

You could not represent a people without a voice from among them to allow for the best chance of success. As well as immediate feedback. The person in question was brought forward and seated rather quickly, earning a soft but respectful nod from Lovor as the subject for the time being was revealed to them.

And it was of no surprise surely that it was the late queens death.

Or rather the investigation into it. Along with the funeral service which had himself and Keldra would have the pleasure of handling.the affair. No doubt he had a number of connections to go through and send out numerous itineraries to. A thought passed through his mind about sending out the information, stowing it away for when the subjects moved forward.

The announcement of the investigation came, and with it those attached to that particular job. Along with a Commander Kyyrk . The question was put forth for any objections, and Lovor shook his head quietly for the moment. Which was a wise choice as the Councilor of War voiced her opinion. Then made a display of her powers before them all. Which was impressive given his lack of abilities.

But the galaxy was not always won with fire and durasteel.

With her display finished, Lovor opened his mouth to speak before the voice made itself physical and planted itself quite firmly in their presence. In the strangely serene way one observed a crash, the man became clear in his standing to be here. The concerning part however was that he had been either undetected upon his entrance, or was not barred from entering at least. All concerning to some degree.

He remained quiet, as the topic of his interest was now long past, and he was having a difficult time picking through the Commander’s tone. His hands interlaced once more on the table top, having gone to his lap upon the sudden intrusion of the meeting. He kept his eyes on whoever was speaking, biding his time until he could more personally speak with Vemric Keldra and Talak Jenste on the matter of the funeral.

 

[Vemric Keldra]

TAG: Saraya Arenais | Hisashi | Talak Jenste | Vio Doni | Diavona Vammor | Stardust Solus Skirae | Lovor Mahlanarsh | Kyyrk​

Vemric straightened from his bow as a man with a flair for the dramatic entered, drawing a raised eyebrow from the Fleet Marshal. Orders were one thing, but Vemric did not take easily to demands, no matter who they came from. Ye, he held his tongue for now. A clash of wills in the throne room of Naboo would not further the endeavour for peace and prosperity.

He payed little attention to the rest, his face looking almost bored at the whole charade. He did, however listen as his Queen spoke, even though his facial expression changed little. They were all introduced and shown to their seats where the Queen continued in explaining their functions. He had no objections to either Vio Doni representing the people on the Council or to him working together with Lovor Mahlanarsh on the funeral.
"It will be done, Majesty." he stated with a slight incline of his head. Numbers could be easily controlled. This position rested well with his perfectionism.

His face was still stoic as the Queen continued speaking. What did draw another raised brow, however, was the entrance of the Lord Commander. Theatrical displays did little to impress Vemric. Nonetheless, he listened as Kyyrk spoke. The man looked capable enough, but the Sephi had a shrewd idea that Diavona Vammor was already two steps ahead of the Lord Commander on the matter. There was a reason why she was named the Councillor of Whispers, after all.

The Sephi continued to listen to everyone's words, his left hand fingers holding his chin as his right rested on the table, the stoic expression back on his face.

 

[Vio Doni]

The summons had been unexpected. A merchant’s daughter, Vio has kept good company since she began brushing up against the endowed of Naboo. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy it-just that she didn’t feel she truly belonged.

When Mila has been appointed Queen in the wake of the dreadful business of regicide, Vio had simply done what all friends should do; comforted her. They had known each other in their formative years and a sweet friendship has existed for some time. They had shared several birthdays at school, for they were just a day apart.

The summons to council had been unexpected but not unwarranted. Vio’s passion for social justice had, at times, put her at odds with the royal houses of Naboo. She wanted to see the people they served were looked out for, that their needs were met. She wasn’t sure the Confederate agenda extended as far as real social justice but that mattered little right now.

She has stood outside the council chambers, waiting patiently. One of the attendants smiled at her. Vio smiled back. The door opened and she was escorted into the council chamber, lofty and yet light in its magnitude.

She watched the faces of the councillors within, many an exalted presence amongst them, and she gave a stern look of determination to the Queen. She sat at her seat, quietly and resigned to listen. She didn’t feel she had much else to do...yet.


Tags: Saraya Arenais Hisashi Talak Jenste Kyyrk
Diavona Vammor Stardust Solus Skirae Lovor Mahlanarsh

 

[Hisashi]

Q U E E N S G U A R D​

T A G : Saraya Arenais , Kyyrk , Vio Doni, Vemric Keldra, Stardust Solus Skirae , Lovor Mahlanarsh, Diavona Vammor, Talak Jenste

The Queen began her Rule.

As the meeting was called to order by the honied tone of her voice, so too were introductions. They were done so upon the foundation of a grim reality: a new generation of leadership had been chosen, for the death of Queen Kairi was not something to be taken lightly. They had not ascertained the cause or who was responsible. Yet, by logic, those who stood the most to gain from such a tragedy were forced out. They had to be sure. It was one of the few things that Hisashi had insisted upon. One of the measures he was certain could keep her alive. There were few times that he insisted on anything - save for her following his orders when blaster bolts started flying. But, in this he was firm.

And in this, his...friend...agreed.

With the reality out in the open, she introduced those gathered to their roles. Hisashi was formally anointed as Captain of the Queensguard and took his seat when bid. He was silent for the time being. Observing. His gaze settled upon the Councilors chosen, one after the next, before returning to the monarch. There was so very much to do - yet they were just beginning. It was not until mention of the investigation that the Queensguard turned his attention away from Mila. For he felt a presence that was all-too familiar. And, for the first time since entering the chambers, Hisashi smiled in earnest. An old friend had arrived. A comrade. A leader. Kyyrk of the Knights Obsidian.

With wit and the flair of the Force, the Lord Commander entered the chambers and took his seat. Hisashi answered the man's nod with one of his own and listened intently. Thus far, it seemed business as usual. The head of the Confederacy's own Judicial Branch would look into this matter - and there were no other hands more fitting. To entrust it to any lower station would have been an insult to such a pivotal member world. This had to be done correctly. Delicately, yet correctly. Outside of words of affirmation, the Councilors made no objections to the appointments and directions of their liege.

Thus, Hisashi spoke, breaking the relative quiet of the room. "Your Grace," he began, regarding her with a respectful nod. One she would pay for in cupcakes later. "While your protection is - and will always be - my utmost duty and priority, I believe I may be of use in this investigation. For quite some time, I served as a member of the Knighthood and, perhaps, could be of assistance to both the Naboo and Confederate halves of the investigation. With your permission, I would like to contribute alongside your chosen."

It was true that he was being paid to ensure that she was kept breathing. And there was nothing in the contract that said he had to go out of his way, in terms of participation or dancing the courtly waltz. Yet, a strong ruler was one that breathed longer. This, at least he was telling himself, was part of the job.

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