The Meeting of minds (INVITE ONLY)

[Darth Vyrassu]

LOCATION
Ord Mantell

The sun shining on the the planet of Ord Mantell, pockets of shade planted across the landscape due to the chain of mountains. A place of wasteland, mountains, limited forest, polar ice caps in varied spots. But above all else, the place wasn't exactly cozy. A perfect fit for a meeting to an agreement of peace, non hostility. The Mandalorian Empire and The Jen'ari Empire. Ord Mantell city that sat in the middle of a flat land considered a wasteland. Cracks in the land all around, mountain chains in the distance. The city in the shape of an odd star with a tower in the center. A massive metropolitan community filled with all walks of life. But today 2 different walks of life planted there boots here. The infamous vicious hardened warriors of the Mandalorian Empire, some would say the greatest warriors in the galaxy. On the other side, complete darkness, evil. The Infamous Reconstituted Sith Empire known as the Jen'ari Empire had arrived. Both parties here to discuss a non hostile pact for future advancements among the galaxy. The Sith knew an alliance was out of the question, especially since rumors spread around the galaxy that the Mand'alor [member="Yasha Cadera"] beat the holy kriff out of that pathetic Carnifex. It was better not having an alliance even if it would come in handy. A pure black Lambda shuttle with the Jen'ari Empire insignia on the front of the shuttle had made it's way down from space and landed in the city at a docking bay. The ramp lowered and exited [member="Darth Rowe"] [member="Darth Animus"] [member="Darth Aegis"] and [member="Darth Necrin"] closley behind was Darth Vyrassu. They walked through the docking bay making their way to the building that would house the meeting. Only time would tell how this would go.

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[Yasha Cadera]

The word came that an Empire wanted to seek parlay with Mand’alor the Infernal. Comfortably situated in her office atop the Sundari Palace at the time, Yasha Cadera’s first question to the relayed message was one simple word.

“Who?” Not since the fallen Fel Empire crumbled upon Ossiterion had Yasha’s gaze been lifted to the Chiss Ascendancy lands, or that area of the Galactic Map. She had far too much on her hands mitigating anti-Sith Sentiments, with an uprising New Republic, and potential dissension in the Silver Jedi territories. The Clans of Mandalore may have governed themselves, and needed no more bureaucracy than voluntary health care and military service, but their Mand’alor kept her eyes to the distresses of the Galaxy. War was brewing. Conflicts in the shadows and words unspoken in the margins of the galaxy's lives would explode, of that Yasha felt assured.

It was better for business to know which governments and entities had the bank to hire Mandalorian mercenaries for their conflicts. On one of the highest spires of the city, Mand’alor the Infernal stood in front of the bank of floor to ceiling windows watching the activity below. Glad for the wolf-helm enclosing her face, the first-trimester pregnant Epicanthix wriggled her nose, and triggered a small burst of a floral scented freshener into her air supply. No way was she going into negotiations nauseous.

Alongside were her Warmaster, [member="Alkor Centaris"], her compatriot and battle-brother [member="Skorvek"], the massive Anubian being quite the sight in gold and nearly as tall as the armoured Mand’alor herself. The last of her retinue was the most dear. Emeritus Mand’alor the Builder, Alor [member="Gilamar Skirata"], of House Skirata. The very House in which Yasha’s Clan Cadera held membership. Her mind went to her beloved Gurlanin guards, many scouting their nearby home planet of Qiilura and absent from her side for the first time since she returned from the infamous underground dungeons of Kaas City.

“Centaris, Alor Skirata, I shall trust in your judgements. Let us see what these… resurgents have to say.” Yasha’s accent in Mando’a peppered with a heavy Panathan accent, after all these years still belligerently lingering in her speech.

The round table set, all was prepared for the arrival of the Jen’ari delegation, the eight foot tall armoured Infernal stood at one spot, behind an equal chair to all others present. There was no head to the table, nor were any to be differentiated above or below the others in dignity. Yet, black and gold met the incoming Jen’ari.

[member="Darth Vyrassu"] [member="Darth Rowe"] [member="Darth Animus"] [member="Darth Aegis"] [member="Darth Necrin"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Skorvek"]

 

[grammaticus]

Animus was silent for most of the trip from the Jen'ari Empire to the Mandalorian Empire. He had spoken few words during the journey, and he had been remained in his quarters at most times. He felt uneasy at the prospect of what they were doing here, setting foot in a foreign nations territory, almost entirely unarmed and alone. The moment the shuttle touched down and the Dark Council and Emperor walked down its ramp, Animus was taking note of the defenses. Every soldier, every tower, the distance between patrols was all memorized. He was no diplomat, he was a conqueror. He was meant to conquer whatever world he landed on. Instead, he was being ushered into a room by lowly servants.

He kept his rage in check however as he came into the chamber where the meeting was to take place. He tilted his head slightly in confusion when he took in [member="Yasha Cadera"], surprise kept hidden by his helmet. Turning his head to look at the Emperor, Animus moved around the table, taking up a position near the Emperor, though distant as well. If things turned ugly fast, he would move to defend the Emperor.

He had past dealings with Mandalorians that had left a bitter taste in his mouth in their presence, but if they could offer the Empire the support it needed in these dark hours, then he would stomach his feelings. It didn't stop him from making sure he was near the door waiting however, his eyes constantly scanning the room as he waited for the meeting to commence.

Spoiler: Jen'ari

[member="Darth Vyrassu"]
[member="Darth Necrin"]
[member="Darth Aegis"]

Spoiler: Mandalorian

[member="Gilamar Skirata"]
[member="Skorvek"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Gilamar stood behind the trio of younger Mandalorians and slightly to the left. Arms crossed and helmet on he waited for the meeting to start. He took a seat closer to the Sith than the Mandalorians and sighed before pulling out a small combat straw from a corner of his helmet. From one of the pouches on his utility belt he pulled a beskar flask out and gave it a solid shake near where his ear. With a satisfied shake of his head he unscrewed the cap and stuck the straw in and too a deep sip.

He had no trust for Force Users, "Dark Side" users even less. He had seen the true face of the Sith and their Dark Jedi during the Sith-Mandalorian wars. Fierce warrior zealots the dark siders were not a force to be trifled with, nor did he think worth the harm to work for. His own past kept him from trusting any that claimed to use the "Dark Side" and he feared this Sith Schism was not the Mandalorian's problem to profit from. The region of the Outer RIm they hailed from was so distant from Mandalore he feared his people wouldn't have any desire to deploy there.

After a few more sups he put the straw and flask away with another grunt.

Gil would defer to Yasha in this instance.

 

[Skorvek]

Skorvek wasn't much for diplomacy but in this instance he tagged along with the Infernal and several other's he has heard little if anything about this Jen'ari Empire only that they want to meet with them for some reason, He had little reason to hold any trust for these people and was only there for show he arrived wearing his full armor and had his hammer with him. He looked forward to see the two sith already here, He didn't say anything but simply nodded to Gilamar who already was sitting down. He took a seat not far from the Infernal and leaned his hammer against the table so that if he needs to use it quickly he will. For now he simply was sitting down his hands on the table clasped together as he waited for the others to show.

[member="Darth Vyrassu"][member="Gilamar Skirata"][member="Darth Animus"][member="Yasha Cadera"] @Darth Necris [member="Darth Aegis"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Darth Rowe"]r

 

[Darth Aegis]

Aegis could practically feel the distaste of his fellow Jen'ari at the thought of diplomacy. They were conquerors by nature, it was proper to them to capture everything they entered. Aegis was similar to this, but he recognized the power of words, knowing how they could turn the tide of any war. Aegis remained quiet most of the trip, thinking about what kind of defenses they would even have at a Mandalorian institution. Suddenly, the shuttle landed and he marched off following his Emperor. He got a flashback to the diplomacy with the New Republic, hoping this would have different results.

They'd enter the building, passing by every defense, most of which Aegis analyzed out of interest in Mandalorian strategy. As the Sphere of Military Strategy, he felt it was necessary for him to look to other cultures' strategy to learn for the Jen'ari. Especially, the Mandalorians. Aegis would enter the office with everyone else. He'd watch Animus step a little farther away. Aegis decided to stay right behind to the Emperor on his right shoulder, knowing that was the best place for him to be to protect the Emperor as well as be a display of intimidation.

He stayed silent.

 

[Darth Necrin]

On the trip to Ord Mantell, Necrin had been sitting in his quarters the whole trip. He was not fond of seeking an alliance with inferior beings, as they were now. Though it should be said that mandalorians weren't the worst, only inferior. In the quarters, he had been sitting and channeling the dark side of the force, preparing for what was to come. The mandalorians were not to be underestimated, or known to always keep their word. Necrin knew little about these mandalorians though, and it might not be true for them. Still, it was best to be prepared.

On the planet, they entered the building in which the meeting would take place. There was nothing particular about it, though it seemed Aegis was watching it With interest. He held the sphere of Military Strategy, so it wasn't strange. But Necrin held the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge, so it was little of interest to him there. he just wanted to get this over With.

They entered the room where the Meeting was to be held. The mandalorians were already present, one of them sitting already. It seemed the other sith were reluctant to go to their seats. They were just standing by the door, making it obvious that they didn't trust their potential allies by Animus and Aegis standing to protect the Emperor. But Necrin came from a people where one respected such Meetings. Thus, he was the first of the sith to og to a cheir. But he only stood behind it, as custom would have it.

[member="Darth Vyrassu"] | [member="Darth Animus"] | [member="Darth Aegis"] | [member="Darth Rowe"]
[member="Yasha Cadera"] | [member="Gilamar Skirata"] | [member="Skorvek"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

The room the settled into was a marriage of the urban style of Ord Mantell and the conspicuous plant life of the Ithorians. The latter had assisted in cultivating Olbio trees for potted growth, which gave the Mandalorians the ability to strategically place them into locations they deemed necessary. Each of the trees had a strange yellow lizard with their claws dug deep into them, and a trained eye would be able to identify them as Ysalamir. The Sith might notice this from the sudden lack of the Force in their surroundings.

This was to prevent external eyes from scrying on their meeting, but also to prevent a dangerous scene from erupting within the meeting. Alkor had dealt with those of a darker persuasion for many years, and he had learned several ways of drawing out their more latent honesty. Bringing them down to your level was one of the most prominent. Many Forcies believed themselves above "lesser beings."

Mandalorians were an innovative bunch regardless of what anyone believed. The Warmaster was the last to enter the room, smaller by a head than the next tallest of Yasha's entourage. He wore his helmet, and his eyes flicked over the Sith present as he assessed them through his HUD. If they had any weapons, he would know fairly quickly.

He took a standing position off to the side, thumbs in his pockets. This was Yasha's bridge to build- or to burn.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Skorvek"]
[member="Darth Vyrassu"] [member="Darth Animus"] [member="Darth Aegis"] [member="Darth Rowe"]

 

[Darth Rowe]

LOCATION
Ord Mantell

Tag List
[member="Darth Vyrassu"]
[member="Yasha Cadera"]
[member="Gilamar Skirata"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]
[member="Darth Necrin"]
[member="Darth Aegis"]
[member="Skorvek"]
[member="Darth Animus"]

Rowe walked inside seeing all the rest of the Dark Council and several members of the Mandalorian Empire. She was wearing a black pair of pants with a lot of zippers, chains and straps over black boots, a black corset over a black fishnet type top that was long sleeve, her hair was up in a messy bun. The black eye shadow and black eye liner made her crystal blue eyes stand out. She nodded to the Mand'alor then looked to the rest of the Dark Council before taking a seat. She Rowe wasn't scared of the mandalorians, did she trust them? No. But she respected them and their combat prowess, but still she wasn't a fan of them but she understood why her Emperor wanted these talks with them, would rather have peace with them than be fighting them. Rowe took her lightsaber out and placed it on the table as a sign of trust. Taking my only physical weapon and placing it here so you know I'm not trying anything. This is about peace. Rowe finished speaking then begun to relax as Vyrassu would begin.

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[Darth Vyrassu]

LOCATION
Ord Mantell

Tag List
[member="Darth Rowe"]
[member="Yasha Cadera"]
[member="Gilamar Skirata"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]
[member="Darth Necrin"]
[member="Darth Aegis"]
[member="Skorvek"]
[member="Darth Animus"]

Vyrassu listened to the words of Rowe and nodded to her. Vyrassu looked around the room taking in each person, their armor, their weapons. Mandalorians were walking armories and combat masters. Vyrassu knew this and valued it. He wasn't looking to hire them or have them help him or his empire unless they volunteered. Vyrassu just wanted less weapons his Empire had to look out for. Vyrassu breathing in and out taking it all in, the presence of the famous Mand'alor. Yasha Cadera was well known across the galaxy and Vyrassu's Empire knew it and knew her. Where were they meeting, what was this place? Ord Mantell that's right. Such a foul looking place and the smells were not pleasant. Vyrassu had seen a brief glimpse of the planets terrain on his flight down from orbit, the place was pathetic, a wasteland of nothingness, but then again even the most foulest places of the galaxy served a purpose one way or another. Now that Vyrassu thought of it, it did, Ord Mantell is where the Jen'ari Empire tested weapons in 245 ABY. Now he remembers. But that was the past, now is what is important, here with these Mandalorians, the Mandalorian Empire. Vyrassu looked to Yasha through his mask and spoke to her in a Deep hallowed echoed cybernetic type voice

Yasha Cadera, it's an honor to finally meet you in person. But first things first, let's discuss the bantha in the room. There is no trust from either side here. I understand that, I know this, I can feel it, sense it. But we are here not to gain trust even though that's the idea, but to discuss a non hostile diplomatic agreement. It's no secret your culture, your people don't trust nor like Sith. But we value you, respect you, your people are hardened combat warriors, trained to fight without the force, without spells and magic. We respect that and honor it. Needless to say, we'd rather not have to worry about looking over our shoulders for Mandalorian warriors. We won't attack you, you don't attack us, we won't help anyone attack you, you do the same. Maybe if we are lucky enough, trust can be built up over time to work together and help each other. But that's a discussion for a different day, right now is what is important.

Vyrassu takes a breath and relaxes waiting for a response from the Mand'alor curious as to what she will respond with regarding his words. Vyrassu saw this as a beneficial opportunity for his Empire that was growing rather quickly and figured the Mandalorian Empire was something not to cross, so instead make peace with.

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[Yasha Cadera]

Disparate beings separated by the wood of a rounded table eyed each other. The distaste of the Jen’ari to be in such a room was a physical animal prowling the space, punctuated by the dishonour of having several members mill about and refuse to sit. Yasha huffed out a short sigh, covered by the wolf-helm upon her.

“We sit as equals round this table, or you may leave.” Short. Concise and clipped, Yasha’s accent peppered out of the helm’s audio processors, which deepened her voice. She would have none of this supposed intimidation of a few robe-clad blackened warriors attempting to make Mando’ade shiver in their boots like verd’goten-less Aruetise children.

“Very kind of you.” Yasha turned her wolf-gaze to Darth Rowe, whose body language was one of the only which seemed more relaxed. The rest of the delegates appeared... overwrought. Incredulous or disinterested in the proceedings their own government petitioned to create.

“It is an honour.” The Infernal spoke softly. Prior to this meeting, and after her return from Dromund Kaas, Gilamar took the young Mand’alor aside. He faced her with the map of their Empire. Highlighted the systems and worlds under her control. A lesson for the Infernal. Look at what we made. Hold to it, this view of what we built and continue to build. “You petition me for preemptive Mandalorian leniency?”

Those beings Mand’alor the Infernal had around her table were proven and trusted companions. All bled and shouldered in for Mandalore and the good of their respective peoples. She scanned the room, letting her silence frame her.

“We have no such value in you, Vyrassu. For the galaxy is ignorant of your works. I will not bow my head or deny the employment of my Vode for a group of dar’jetiise partisans, who come with no goods to enrich my tables. You offer nothing but a wince. The guarantee that your people will not attack one of the largest Empires in the known Galaxy, half the Galaxy away from your corner. An Empire we built from cataclysm to the economic and ecological power it is today. I did not give my youth to Mandalore to see it bartered for the good will of sorcerers of whom I know nothing. Not after the battles undertaken to eradicate dar'jetiise presence from my worlds. Trust... trust is knowledge and of you I have none.

Should Mandalore sign your agreed upon Non Aggression Pact, what compensation do we receive from the lost work my vode would have to suffer for taking none of the bounties and mercenary employ against your lands?”

[member="Darth Vyrassu"] [member="Darth Rowe"] [member="Darth Animus"] [member="Darth Aegis"] [member="Darth Necrin"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Skorvek"]

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

LOCATION
Ord Mantell

Tag List
[member="Darth Rowe"]
[member="Yasha Cadera"]
[member="Gilamar Skirata"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]
[member="Darth Necrin"]
[member="Darth Aegis"]
[member="Skorvek"]
[member="Darth Animus"]

Vyrassu listened to the words of the Mand'alor not impressed by what she has made. A very long time ago, 245 to 269 ABY Vyrassu once controlled half the entire galaxy with his Empire. The only thing that impressed him about the mandalorians are the standing fact that they are great warriors. Vyrassu casually sat down and waived for the Rest of the Dark Council to do so. Vyrassu refused to take his eyes off Yasha. Vyrassu hidden behind his Phrik and sith amulet mask, his eyes hidden beyond the red glowing eye slits. Vyrassu thought about the words, he knew the Mand'alor just disrespected him, most would be picking their intestines up from the floor for speaking to him like that. It disgusted Vyrassu that the Mand'alor was so stupid not to know her history of things before the gulag plague, grant it most records were destroyed, but not all, plainly it was pathetic by means of Yasha.

Now Vyrassu just remembered another thought, The Mandalorian Empire being the lap dogs of Carnifex. This was something Vyrassu needed to know the truth of.

You tell me Mand'alor, you being so powerful and all, what is it you want, in all your kriff words, you failed to mention what you desire, what is it you seek? You mentioned getting the bounties on us, are you all that broke that you must resort to claiming false bounties, a bounty that will only bring you pain and suffering, and I don't mean us bringing you pain and suffering. If you were to claim the bounties, then my theories about you are correct.

Vyrassu leans forward, it was time to let them know he sees them as Carnifex's lap dogs.

Recent events I'll leave not mentioned, but I'm in question of whether or not you are the personal lap dogs of that fool Carnifex. If you say you're not his lap dogs, claiming bounties on us say otherwise. Yes the bounties are just a job, but you and your people take "just jobs" and it happens that this just a job comes from that blind insect carnifex. So again it makes it look like you're doing his dirty work. I know it stings.....my words, now you know how your words you just said to me feel.

Vyrassu sits back again still tense, being cautious ready for anything because he knew the mandalorians didn't know what a peaceful meeting was.

So again, we want a peaceful non hostile pact with you, we want nothing from you but for you not to ever be hostile towards The Jen'ari Empire or it's territories or people, what do you want from us to see this succeed, balls in your court Mand'alor.

Vyrassu finishes speaking, only assuming he was about to be attacked or disrespected again, but Vyrassu just proved he's different from other sith, he sat back and kept the peace with the disrespect he got from Mand'alor.

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[Skorvek]

Skorvek listened to the words that were being spoken between the Infernal and the Emperor so far all the emperor has done is give them zero reason to discuss non aggression with good reason, Why should we leave alone or deny our Vode the contracts that come to them that involve a small faction that has little to show for it except a few rumors and conjecture. It was obvious that this Emperor was trying every avenue short of begging to keep us from taking any bounties on him or his empire but his words where poorly chosen, Choosing to insult us and call us the puppets of the empire then give them a subtle ultimatum of accept this or be forever known in there small minded point of view as Carnifex's dogs he decided it was time to speak his piece.

With that logic then any bounty hunter or mercenary is Carnifex's dogs, What I am hearing from you is something only a paranoid fool would say, You come to us wanting us to ignore any contract that comes our way that will affect you or you're small empire yet you throw subtle ultimatums and empty threats if this is how the Jen'ari conduct negotiations its no wonder you have so little friends. We have little cause to trust you or your word as we have heard so little about your empire all that this has shown is that you're paranoid seeing Carnifex in every shadow we came to hear what you have to offer and so far you have yet to give us something to even consider non aggression.

He said no more after that these people want non aggression yet so far they have shown only how desperate they are for less enemies and more friends and have a poor way of achieving this goal, He wondered what the other Mandalorians present have to say about this.


[member="Darth Vyrassu"][member="Gilamar Skirata"][member="Darth Animus"][member="Yasha Cadera"] @Darth Necris [member="Darth Aegis"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Darth Rowe"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

A chuckle came from the Mandalorian veteran.

The Mando'ade were long past the point of being manipulated by the Sith. It was the only reason he returned home. Now this Sith claimed that Carnifex was controlling them from afar? This man who had a small handfull of worlds at his disposal?

No.

Skorvek had said most of what he wanted to say but the old man couldn't help himself.

"You asked us here so that we wouldn't take a shot at you. We have no use for a guarantee from your portly pocket of space. Our Preserver alone would be enough to wipe entire fleets of yours from the face of the Galaxy, but here you are...Threatening a collection of some of Mandalore's greatest warriors out of stupidly placed pride." Gilamar chucked again and unscrewed the cap of his flask.

"You won't last long on this map."

@Skorvek [member="Darth Vyrassu"] [member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Darth Rowe"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Darth Necrin"] [member="Darth Aegis"] [member="Darth Animus"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Alkor leaned over his intended seat with his arms draped across the back. He knew from the beginning that sitting was a poor choice, but he could never have guessed it would be from the laughter that died inside of his buy'ce. Sith often spoke promises of power and deluded themselves with greatness, but seeking for others to believe them as well?

"We want as much to do with you," he said evenly, "as we do with your friend Carnifex. If that's all, you can be on your way. We'll even do you a favor and not charge for the fuel you made us waste."

He took a step back, glanced at the time inside his HUD and called over to Yasha. "If we hurry, we can get back to the ship in time to eat with the kids."

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“Thank you, Gilamar.

Vyrassu. I no sooner have to prove to you my disgust with our Northeastern neighbours as I do with your bloated idea of diplomacy. In the thirteen years I’ve been party to diplomatic concords, this is the first, where the petitioning party refused to give any fair recompense, when asking for mercy. You asked us to this table, and then demand we grovel with tidings of hatred for the Sith Empire? Because your government has yet to do a single thing of note in the galactic tableau aside from insult the Republic and the Mandalorians and exist?

A final word before your exit: do you know why not even the Republic would take you seriously? You, a complete unknown outside your little brigade of hangers on, do not yet have such prestige to receive the galaxy’s attention. Respect is earned, Vyrassu. Not demanded. You can say all you like of how powerful your little worlds are, how strong the threads sewn into your robe, but until the galaxy sees it, all your bragging is nothing but a foul scented wind coming from a southerly direction. Now, you may leave before I exhaust myself on your many disrespectful expectations.”

Yasha’s Wolf-helm turned to the crouched Alkor Centaris, and she leaned back in her seat. The Hetikles Baatir chefs, who demanded to serve at least one good meal in every Mandalorian function came around with a wheeled cart, setting bag lunches at each of the Jen’ari seats. It appeared even the chefs realized this meeting would run short.

“Mmmm! Alkor you’re right. Reyn’s been begging to have a bantha-back ride from Ba’vodu Yaga. And I’m craving irli salad and pickles. Did Chefy have any of that shirshoo steak left? What do you say, Alor Skirata? Skorvek? Join us for a meal? There’s tihaar, and hot tea.

Now. Jen’ari.

Be off, with the knowledge that should you come within parsecs of my borders, I will consider it an act of war and come down upon you with the full might of the Mando’ade. Go. I have lost my patience with dar’jetiise vuesklim.” The Hell Wolf dug both crushgaunts into the table, standing up to her full brooding height. The grey armourweave cloak rustled around her, hiding the slight belly protected by heavy plate.

[member="Darth Vyrassu"] [member="Darth Rowe"] [member="Darth Animus"] [member="Darth Aegis"] [member="Darth Necrin"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Skorvek"]

 

[grammaticus]

Animus was silent for much of the exchange, his eyes watching the back and forth debate between the two groups. The Emperor had potentially pushed himself too far, though he had little hope for such talks as these to actually make progress. He simply sat silently with his arms resting in his lap, a small smile on his face as tensions escalated further and further. Animus pushed himself to his feet the moment that [member="Yasha Cadera"] did, his full height finally coming into play as he looked down at her. He kept his hands well away from the blades at his side, though he wouldn't need them if he wanted to start something.

Turning his head to regard [member="Alkor Centaris"], Gilamar Skirata, and even [member="Skorvek"] one at a time, Animus let out a slight chuckle as he pushed the chair behind him away. After so much pointless talk, something had finally come of all this. As the Mandalorians talked about their true might, and even dismissed the gathered Sith so that they could eat a meal, Animus just couldn't resist the laugh that resonated within him. This had all gone exactly as he expected in the end.

"I thank you all for your time. Your words carry true weight and meaning, and know that I at least have taken every, single, one of them to heart. I do not question the might of the Mandalorian Empire, such a thing would be folly. You are tried and tested warriors, and have proven yourselves a hundred times over. This meeting was to see if hostilities between our two people could be avoided, and maybe even an alliance formed, however that does not seem to be the case this day. It is unfortunate it all has ended like this, though it does make things simpler." Turning away from the group, Animus began walking towards the door, his hands hanging easily at his sides.

"I look forward to the day where I can test myself against the might of your people, Mand'alor." His last words were spoken as he gave a brief bow of his head to the Mandalorian leader, before he departed the room back towards the Jen'ari craft.