The Planet of Lakes [Open to OP members on Naboo]

[Felicity Mason]

"ENOUGH!"

The Princess didn't like to yell. Well, okay, she did, but not nearly this loud. First this Jedi broke into the palace gardens, then he frightened her half to death, then he didn't back down when guards came to her rescue (rightfully so) and now he was trying to go for one of their weapons? Not a chance. Not in HER back yard! The Princess growled like a wild nexu, stepping forward as the boy dove for the blaster, aiming a wild punch for the boys, well, anything. These guards were in her home. They were here for her. She was not going to let them get hurt while under her watch! This Jedi didn't know it yet, but he had messed with the wrong royal. Felicity had one hell of a left hook.She'd broken enough noses to know her own ridiculous strength.

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Baroness Magrath"]

 

[PadawnPrawn]

Having been hit in the face so suddenly, he lost balance and fell face down on the floor, clutching his face with one hand. He moaned from the shock and sudden pain of the punch. Eventually, he got up off the floor, almost dizzied by the punch, holding his nose where it was bleeding.

"See, clearly you don't need these guards to protect you." he said, still managing to smile at the girl. He'd only wanted to escape from these crazy people, though it seemed to be proving difficult.

[member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Baroness Magrath"]

 

[Yoru Shakou]

"Did you see anything?" ​

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"See what sir?"​

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The Guards responded when it came to the situation of the Princess acting as she had desired. They had not come to start a conflict with the Jedi, nor did they desire for any harm or injury to have been the resulting end. After all, their blaster rifles had been set to the highest stun setting. As the boy stood there holding his nose, the Sergeant looked to the Princess before nodding softly. ​

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"If she attempted to stab you, then the Princess was in the right. From what I have seen, any of her actions would be justified as being in the preservation of her life and fully in self defense. Your actions though are more then easily classified as aggressive." ​

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The Sergeant stood there before nodding softly, the blaster rifles being leveled at the Padawan. The four guards stood silently as they kept the stun setting at the ready. Now their actions were for the further preservation and concern of the Princess' well-being after seeing the evidence of the Jedi acting in an aggressive manner. ​

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With a simple nod, the four Fenrir Guardsmen squeezed their triggers. Four blue rings burst from the blasters, striking the young Jedi. The stun setting, at its highest setting should have been enough to put the Padawan down. The Fenrir Guardsmen though would leave the young boy to the Royal Palace guards to do with as they saw fit. Turning back to the Princess, the Sergeant looked to her. ​

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"Shall we return to your mother Ma'am? The Baroness is eager to meet you." ​

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[member="Feena Mason"]​

[member="Felicity Mason"]​

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"]​

 

[PadawnPrawn]

Surprised by the guards reactions, he didn't have any time to react. The impact of the blasters and the pure shock had knocked him off his feet, leaving him lying on his back on the floor. Barely conscious and confused, he groaned in pain and rolled half onto his side, looking up at the Guardsmen. He was in a fair amount of pain from the punch and the rifles. He didn't realise that the Guardsmen weren't bluffing at the time and were actually prepared to strike him down. Otherwise, he would have changed his tactics... or maybe not, he would have been reckless either way.

"I didn't come here to hurt your princess, I just want to..." he trailed off, though speaking quietly anyway, falling unconscious. He lay on the floor, limply.

[member="Baroness Magrath"]

 

[Beowoof]

"Oh. My. Force." The younger of the princesses dropped her jaw melodramatically as she looked upon the fallen boy. "What did you do?!"

The prissy fourteen-year-old had just peeked into the room when she had heard the ruckus, and suddenly found herself faced with guards at the ready and an unconscious kid on the floor. In front of her big sister. "Is this just, like, normal around here?" Though she hoped the boy was okay, Celeste failed to stoop and actually care for him. She was just in a tiff about whatever new weird things were going on now. She had the worst family.

The younger royalty shook her head, rolled her eyes, huffed, and frustratingly gesticulated with her hand for the full effect. "Am I crazy, or is everyone else crazy around here?! Good grief!"

[member="Feena Mason"], [member="Baroness Magrath"], [member="Felicity Mason"]. [member="Fletcher Lorcan"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

The girl shook her fist, steping back. Force, that hurt! He had a hard face! She looked down at her gown. Blood. Great. He'd bloodied her dress.

"Wonderful," she hissed, "Now you got blood on me..."

Yes. She could defend herself. Not well, mind you, after all, what did she have on her? A knife and her fists. Hardly anything compared to a blaster and a lightsaber. That was about the time that her very dramatic little sister chose to show up in the Palace gardens. Wonderful.

"Don't look at me! He's the one that broke into the gardens and scared the living Force out of me! Then he had the bright idea to go for one of the guards blasters! Someone had to do something!"
Why she was trying to explain herself to the Galaxies prissiest little Princess was entirely beyond her. Celeste took after Mother. Explaining was impossible.

"Ugh... it's going to leave a stain," she muttered regretfully, looking down at her dress, "But I suppose there is no time to change? I left them worrying long enough, I suppose..."

[member="Celeste Mason"] [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Baroness Magrath"]

 

[Yoru Shakou]

"I'm sure my mother will understand about the blood stain. Yours though might get fussy."​

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With a soft sigh the Sergeant pulled her helmet off, revealing a young woman. Handing the helmet to one of the other guards, she stepped forward and looked at the young princess. Carefully taking her hand as she pulled a bandage out from her belt pouch and wrapped it around her knuckles. Taking a moment she mused to herself about just how well the girl had done with her punch before she pulled the bandage taught. ​

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"That was a hell of a left hook. I take it your father taught you that." ​

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Helene smirked as she looked at the young princess, before placing a hand on her shoulder. Looking at her, she looked to her sister and kept her smirk on her lips. She knew someone just like Celeste whom reminded her exactly of her older sister Arabella. Even her manner of speaking and motioning screamed Arabella. Pushing the thought out of her mind though, she turned back to grab her helmet, pulling it back on and hooking it up. ​

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"Shall we then? We'll leave the boy to the Theed Royal Guards, let them deal with him as they see fit."​

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[member="Feena Mason"]​

[member="Felicity Mason"]​

[member="Celeste Mason"]​

[member="Baroness Magrath"]​

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"]​

 

[PadawnPrawn]

He woke up relatively soon and put his arm across his eyes to block them from the daylight which he suddenly found bright. He quickly adjusted to the light and dragged himself to his feet, looking around again and processing what was going on.

"Please, just let me go..." he said to no one in particular as he rubbed the back of his head from where he had fallen on it. Though still dazed from being stunned, he remained silent after. He felt agitated but he couldn't quite tell why, he looked at the Sergeant and stared, surprised that it was the daughter [member="Baroness Magrath"]

He watched everything going on around him, watched the Princess speak with [member="Helene Magrath"] but opted to stay silent.

 

[Felicity Mason]

The girl turned around as one of the guards from the Baroness removed her helmet and spoke to her. Not just spoke. Complemented her. The young princess blushed with pride, nodding. She didn't even feel the pain in her knuckles, at least, not until [member="Helene Magrath"] started to bandage them.

"Yeah, Daddy taught me," she replied, "He said I should always know how to- Wait. Your Mother? You mean you're....?"

She blinked, looking her up and down. There were no two ways about it, Felicity was jealous. No way Mother would ever let her do what she was doing. Armor, weapon. She had a real blaster! Felicity only had a decorative knife. That reminded her. She bend down, fetching her knife from under a stone and sticking it into her satchel. Best not forget.

"Err... Y-yes. We should get going. Celeste? Mother is waiting for us."

She walked past the cornered Jedi, not even looking his way.

"When I am inside, you may let him go with a warning. If he is seen again on Palace grounds, arrest him."

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Baroness Magrath"] [member="Celeste Mason"]

 

[Beowoof]

Celeste crossed her arms and exhaled loudly, making sure everyone knew just how annoyed she was. "I can't believe it! I'm supposed to be some princess... and instead I live in a bantha pen. Unbelievable!"

The boy started to stir and mumble about things soon enough, and the younger daughter of that queen person who was never around finally found herself willing to settle down--slightly. "And now my sister is, like, learning to be a serial killer!" She looked at her older sibling out of the corners of her eyes and then started to stomp off behind the guard woman to go meet Mother. Whatever had really happened was of no concern to the young Mason child. She just needed to speak her frustration and be heard.

"Yeah, whatever."

[member="Felicity Mason"], [member="Fletcher Lorcan"], [member="Helene Magrath"], [member="Feena Mason"], [member="Baroness Magrath"]

 

[Yoru Shakou]

"Helene Magrath, Sergeant of the Fenrir Guardsmen. 6th child of the Baroness." ​

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A small smirk remained on her lips as she pulled her helmet on, and finished hooking it back into the suit's system. Rolling her head for a moment, she swung her blaster rifle back to her front, holding it and looking to the two Princesses. It was without a doubt clear that Celeste was just like her older sister, and from the sound of it just as spoiled when it came to how she acted. Sighing mentally to herself, she stepped forward and motioned, the three other guards nodding before following. ​

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"He's all yours then boys." ​

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Helene said as she passed the Royal Palace Guards, letting them deal with the Jedi, even though she herself had been wishing that she got the shot in rather than the Princess. Turning back to Felicity, she gave her a silent nod, letting her know that she did a good job. Helene though was already thinking of a few ideas, that she knew her mother would have no problem with. ​

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Moving with the group, Helene kept her eyes forward, wanting to ensure that there was not another little surprise like the errant Padawan wandering around the Palace. After all there was still the potential that the Padawan's Master was hanging around. Tightening her grip on her blaster, she still couldn't believe that the karking kid had even done something as stupid as go for one of the blasters. Her smirk though only grew once more as she replayed the mental image of the Princess and her left hook. ​

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Stopping for a moment, she turned and looked into a sitting room, of course that's where her mother would be. Nodding to her guards, she motioned as two of the Fenrir Guards took their position at the door, the third moved into the room and stepped in front of the window, putting his body up as a shield. Stepping into the room, Helene began to remove her helmet, tucking it under her arm. ​

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"Found her mother." ​

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[member="Feena Mason"]​

[member="Felicity Mason"]​

[member="Celeste Mason"]​

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"]​

[member="Baroness Magrath"]​

 

[Yoru Shakou]

A soft smile came across her lips when she saw the guards returning and hear the familiar voice. Looking from the Queen, she smiled when the Sergeant stepped into the room. It was one of the few times when her daughter called her mother while on duty. Crossing her hands over her knee, she looked at the Princesses as well, noticing that Felicity seemed a bit worst for wear though was still standing. ​

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"My friend, allow me to introduce my daughter, Helene Magrath, Sergeant of the Fenrir Guard." ​

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The Baroness said with a smile, showing that she was pleased with her daughter and what she had accomplished with her life. Taking a moment, she brushed her hand along her gown before uncrossing her legs. Sitting up and pushing herself forward, she stood and moved towards the princess. Looking at the young woman as her hands clasped together in front of her before she brought a hand up to lightly push a strand of hair from her face. ​

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"Now this wont do at all. Dirty, blood stain, and messy hair. Though you do remind me of Helene here. She would come home late at night looking just like you. Then again she also had a habit of putting bullies in their place on the playground." ​

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With a slight giggle, the Baroness turned back to Feena, understanding that she wouldn't be too happy. Now she was shifting into a bit of a damage control specialist as she stepped forward. Motioning softly with her hand as she took her seat once more. ​

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"There's nothing that a good bit of club soda wont fix." ​

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[member="Feena Mason"]​

[member="Felicity Mason"]​

[member="Celeste Mason"]​

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"]​

[member="Helene Magrath"]​

 

[Feena]

Feena had been talking to the Baroness when her eldest daughter chose to grace them with her presence. Rude of her t keep them waiting. What on all of Naboo could have kept her for so lo-

"Felicity Mason!" The Queen gasped, hand to her chest. She looked as if she'd been in a street brawl. Her dress was torn and filthy, she had blood on the front of it, her hair was a mess, and around her clenched fist she had bandages. The Queen gave the Baroness a horrified look which quickly turned apologetic.
Her Other daughter on the other hand, looked pristine. There was a flicker of an instant, that she wondered if she could just pass Celeste off as Felicity instead. Only an instant, and then it was gone.

 

[Felicity Mason]

The Princess swallowed hard as she followed [member="Helene Magrath"], Sergent of the Fenrir guard, 6th daughter of the Baroness, and all around badass inside. She checked her reflection in every smooth surface, struggling to dust her dress off, fix her hair, maybe somehow remove the blood before she got to Mother. Too late. The girl froze in place when she was presented to the two women. First thing she saw was the look of horror on her Mothers face. Then she saw a smile. Not Mothers. Hers. Probably the most glamorous woman Felicity had ever seen. She made Felicity feel like a servant in her own home.

"I-" But Mother hissed her name and Felicity's shyness was lost, "It wasn't my fault! Ask her!"

The young Princess pointed to the woman in the armor. She could back her up! Make all of them understand.

[member="Duchess Magrath"] [member="Helene Magrath"] [member="Celeste Mason"]

 

[Yoru Shakou]

When she heard the princess, she turned to see a finger pointed to her. It quickly dawned on her that she could take two courses of action, tell the truth, which she figured would get the Princess in more trouble. Though she was more than proud to be able to say that she was impressed by that left hook. Or she could fib, and cover up what happened. With a soft wink to the princess, Helene steeled herself before spinning around, a hand tucking back a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. ​

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"I must apologize your highness."​

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Helene said to the Queen, looking back towards her mother and seeing that sly smile of hers. It always seemed like her mother knew what she was going to say or do before she did it, and that sly smile was always an indicator that she would approve. Taking a moment to collect her words, she stepped forward and set her helmet down on the table in front of her. ​

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"There was an intruder in the Palace Gardens where we found the young Princess. When we arrived, the intruder made a move to grab at the Princess, or possible the blaster of one of my guardsmen. In my reaction to act, I struck the intruder, hence the blood on the princess' dress. In the process of moving between the princess and intruder I may have knocked the princess over, causing her to strike her hand on a rock."​

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Turning back towards the Princess, she gave another wink before looking up at one of the other guardsmen. Motioning subtly with her hand and a soft nod as to reaffirm her story, the guard standing in front of the window stepped forward. ​

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"That is correct Ma'am. The Sergeant acted to keep the princess safe. Her actions while resulting in the intruder being knocked unconscious also resulted in the Princess being knocked out of the way, resulting in her injured hand." ​

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Helene turned back to the Queen and stood silently, her eyes drifting to her mother for a moment before returning. She was hoping that her mother could wrap it all up in a nice little bow and push the event under the rug. After all, Helene was hoping that she would be assigned to the Princess just so she could show her a few more things, and perhaps she and her mother could convince the Queen to let the girl choose her own path. ​

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[member="Feena Mason"]​

[member="Felicity Mason"]​

[member="Celeste Mason"]​

[member="Duchess Magrath"]​

 

[Yoru Shakou]

With her own soft smile, her golden-yellow hues never moved from her daughter or the princess. She smiled softly and understood what her daughter was about to do and say. Keeping her hands clasped together as she remained in her seat, she looked to her old friend once the little report was finished. Bringing her slender fingers up, she lightly placed them against Feena's hand with a soft smile. ​

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"I'm sure it was all under control. My daughter would not have allowed anything to happen to the Princess. Now then, I think it would be best if we escorted the Princess to her room so she can clean up and gather her things."​

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The Baroness turned her attention back to Felicity and Helene, smiling softly as she leaned back. Her hand running along her gown to smooth out the wrinkles as she took a moment to collect her thoughts. It was clear to her that Felicity wasn't like her mother or her sister, and that tickled the Baroness for a moment. She was already reminding her of Helene at her age, and she was hoping, just as much as her sister was, that she would persuade the Queen to allow Felicity to make her own choices and mistakes in life to learn from them. ​

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"There is no need for apologies my friend. It was all a little misunderstanding between my daughter and an intruder, though you have seen first hand the kind of protection she'll be under. The Fenrir Guardsmen will keep a close eye on your daughter while she is under my care."​

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[member="Feena Mason"]​

[member="Felicity Mason"]​

[member="Celeste Mason"]​

[member="Helene Magrath"]​

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(( At the time of this thread she is still the Baroness. The name change corresponds to the coronation thread that is on going.))​

 

[Feena]

The Queen looked from The Baroness, to the armored girl, back to her daughter, then to the Baroness again. An intruder? Here? In the palace? Her cheeks went red with rage. She would have a talk with her captain of the guard and see what can be done about this.

"Very well," she sighed at last, "Felicity, go change and come back."

If not for the Baronesses Fenrir guard, who could say what might have happened to her daughter? She nodded towards the armored woman, the Baronesses daughter in thanks. She would make sure to send a gift to the young woman to show her full appreciation. After this, she was more convinced than ever that her daughter needed to stay with them. She would be much safer this way.

[member="Duchess Magrath"] [member="Helene Magrath"] [member="Celeste Mason"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

The young princess stood listening to [member="Helene Magrath"] lie on her behalf. Did she... just make a friend? And here she was, thinking that she was going to make an awful impression right off the bat. She was going to have to properly thank her later. Mom would have absolutely lost it if she knew she'd punched someone.
The girl dipped into a bow for the Baroness, then for Mother and silently retreated back to her room. She was sure Helene would be following her, and that was quite alright with her. It would not take very long anyway. Felicity had already packed what she needed. The rest would be provided by Mother and was no doubt already being packed into the ship she would be taking to go live with the Magrath family. Hondo, her tauntaun, would likely be transported as well in time.

[member="Duchess Magrath"]

 

[Beowoof]

Needless to day, Celeste did not believe a word of this story. She was one hundred percent certain her sister was to blame for this, but she kept silent for once and elected to give the other princess a quite exaggerated eye-roll as she crossed her arms. But at least she had the chance to get the attention of everyone else in the room now. And no one was going to question her about anything with her dress all prim and clean.

"Mom!" the younger daughter started, nearly stamping her foot. "Why does she get to have boys around, anyway? She's always getting into trouble." That was not exactly fact, but Celeste was good at making everything a fact when she wanted it to be.

She was also good at not really exhibiting good manners. "Who is this?" she asked abruptly, glancing at the guard's apparent mother.

[member="Felicity Mason"], [member="Feena Mason"], [member="Duchess Magrath"], [member="Helene Magrath"], [member="Fletcher Lorcan"]

 

[Yoru Shakou]

The Baroness had in her own time turned back towards the Queen to resume her seat before she was stopped by the question. A soft smirk crossing her lips and even she could not excuse the idea that Celeste was reminding herself or her Helene of Arabella, the daughter that even the Baroness felt she spoiled too much. Even the lack of manners was a shouting reminded. Steeling herself for a moment though, she let out a soft sigh, her hand running along her gown. Unlike her friend, the Baroness was not one to deal with a spoiled child in what one could call a "proper" way. ​

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Turning slowly, her golden-yellow hues seemed to pierce at the young girl as she stepped forward. Watching her carefully before allowing her lips to be tugged into a soft smile that bordered on a near smirk. While she was nobility, she always knew that some children born of the title seemed more like an entitled brat than one that was meant to lead people and allow themselves to shine as a beacon of respect and hope for others. ​

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"I am the Autarch of the Avidonian Dominion, the Baroness Raulyn Hawkshaw Magrath, an old friend of your mother's whom has requested that I provide an education to your sister, and protect her from those that would otherwise utilize her name and position for their own means."​

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That soft smile turned into a devilish smirk for a brief moment, and she couldn't help notice it upon her own daughter's lips before Helene followed Felicity from the room. The other guards though remained in place, knowing that Helene was more than enough security for the young princess. ​

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[member="Feena Mason"]​

[member="Felicity Mason"]​

[member="Celeste Mason"]​

[member="Helene Magrath"]​

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"]​