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| Exellius | Jul 9 2009, 06:17 AM Post #31 |
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The Eye of the Crow
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Hand in the "forced" couple were following the crowd in its ascent to the bridge. One would think it forced as it was clear both were a very unlikely match, indeed volatile. With the thought of independence in mind Leto could not help but cringe. It was as if his Aunt the esteemed Empress Orin held his title and life at knife point. Indeed Leto knew how much she despised him for his birth and origins, as much as she was appalled with his mother voicing opinions. He kept his composure however, nothing would compromise his business mind. In order for his people to branch out he needed to impress the Kuati. And here it was with the arm connected to the hand he cradled, the Barbarian Princess. Her standards were less than noble, but she was a spoiled little kitten of the court. He had heard stories of her father training her as a warrior, then off he went to battle and died. Such a disgrace and reckless parenting. He thought with judgment on the exacts of her life. He would simply pick apart and calculate everything that lead to Tiesa being who she was. Every trigger of the synapses piled information through his brain, no secret would escape him for too long. However he let the brief vision before to drift off from what mattered, it was close as he sensed, but it was not as important to the moment now as it would be later. Those eyes with such fire, those eyes held much under their enamored embers. Leto wanted to know, but he also feared in knowing that it may be too much. ---------------------------------------- Irruli marched in formation behind Leto watching with a stinging gaze centered on him. The boy had too much which and intelligence as the Empress had told him, but Irruli saw a boy nonetheless. In the end he lacked the experience in war and civilian politics to make a strong leader. His fists were mere mounds of sands compared to the iron grip of the world that surrounded him. He knew this child was going to attempt much more than he let as with everyone in his family it was never as simple as done. Plans within Plans wrapped in secrecy... the political agenda that it was. Meanwhile Vaskus would smile and fawn of his Master's very elegant show of public affection. To him he had wondered what the young Leto would look like to be in some sort of infatuated relationship. This was close as it got, and was cute however it left a subtle stinging in his lungs. Lifting to his vision as he walked he felt it heated from the pressed sweat of his fingers... they ached for a joining, but he would derail his thoughts. The longing was almost over. Soon Leto and Tiesa would be and his mind would be free of the burden. ---------------------------------------- For the entirety of the walk they were silent, even though Leto mentioned courteously that they could talk. Simple fact was there was no conversation that would aid to their union or ease the burden of their company. He felt almost ashamed to have to share such a presence with this woman. Her hands were rougher and stronger than his... against the tender and pale lengths of his fingers... it was like dirt upon him. Together however the entirety of the fame would tread upon the Triumph's bridge. Leto noticed Maz in his guise of insurance and self worth as he stood in the presence of a peculiar company. Ar Tcee, he said he was and he pronounced some sort of pride. The man like himself was only a boy compared to the veterans and soldiers before them. Then the Mandalorian gave a laugh and revealed the truth, a single truth that brought a very cynical smile across Leto's lips. "May I have the honor of introducing to you, the somewhat infamous in his own right, Ra Cul?" d'Fyett spoke forth and it crossed Leto's mind. His peoples history spoke of the Cul line in the highest regards, even Hadrius a hero. Though it seemed against the union the Prise saw Cul and his Knights as Scions of a new era, an age of rebirth. Though true what evil Hadrius committed and the lives he had taken, he had destroyed and eliminated their ancestors greatest foes... In turn the Worlds of the Keywork because of the war found importance, and in this the spark of the Empire was born because of Hadrius. Even Avan admitted alone he could not do it, and that only two men could. Veskin who was his brother and Hadrius who was his Master. Veskin however opposed what Avan claimed as their Manifest Destiny. Now the Hero's blood had become nothing more than an infamous scoundrel? It was rich and comedic to Leto. The very simple thought that of Ancestors Leto's own birthed a Politician and Cul's birthed a Pirate in any other term. One more honest in the other in how they stole and displaced wealth. Leto's blood ran hot in laughter as he burst out in the audience as an observer relinquishing his grasp on Tiesa. Then things became even more imminent as the son of sons who were heroes of heroes, and he descended of kings and queens who became Empresses, stood still. Ra removed his shades and those eyes hit with the brightest notice turning his laughter in a cackle of sorts. It had cracked him through pressure. The blocks and pillars were lining up last and the Force's grandest joke laid at their feet. As the Ironies of Ironies, that these would be brothers, were now enemies. "This is rich my dear Maz, I expected much more from you, but to not see through the guise and guile!" Leto spat forth in his amusement laying his eyes on Ra with all earnest and intent. "My how the great have fallen, Ra. To think my people would worship you as I, but to let them know you became this... so low. A lesser you are, and not by blood, but by action." Pushing forward through the crowd he walked without fear as Irruli attempted to chase after him shouting, "No, Leto you must not..." Suddenly he was stopped by an attendant that Leto brushed against and whispered into the ear of. The force riddled those words and were blatant misuse, but Leto could not let this slip by. It was a chance to settle the confusion in the air. Stare into the eyes of his destiny and he would not be deprived. The grin and the thirst moved forward with all the questions awaiting answers. There he marched up the threshold asking, "But farthest all of us, the sons of knights... Why you?" Suddenly the crowd was spread out as Irruli unbound the leather straps around his fettered wings that pushed the crowd away glided behind Leto. "As my Ward, you are to listen, Master Leto if you do not comply... I will make you." Leto pushed his Guardians commands aside as he stepped forth and looked to Ra with the deepest hunger, "Answe-" He spoke with bright emerald eyes ignited by the presence of Cul blood, but suddenly fell back to his Guard Captain holding a sedative compound in a injector. The empty tool fell to the ground as Leto groaned in a pinching pain. His vision began to slip as he felt arms support him. The duke attempted to grip around for Irruli's neck as he looked up in a pained laugh, "You... Dared? I questioned... hehe... Intent was always there." Irruli held the boy in his arms as Vaskus stood in the crowd beside the Kuati Princess. "You left me no choice." The Guard would reply to his Ward and in turn the words whispered gripping the mans ears down, "You are a traitor...murderer... Choice has always been there... this is only the first of many." Leto would slowly mumble out into a numbed gaze and laughter which was incomprehensible. Irruli cringed as he knew that his thoughts had been dipped into, and he thought to himself that he should there finish the mission. However it was far to exposed and it would compromise his Empress. Lifting the boy to his Soldier he turned to royalty and attendants scattering behind them in fear trying to get away. Leto had ignited un-needed tension, and Irruli's own actions only heightened it. Looking to Maz he groaned, "You fight them here you jeopardize your own mission. Let them get us out of this, we can deal with the expenses later." He barked almost as if half irritation and other in illogical superior Order. He marched away to Vaskus. He knew this man Ra wouldn't take chances of harming anyone, but he was shady and knew what his eyes would be on. Ra's company blocked the exit and Irruli simply stood vigilant near the Servant and the Kuati Princess. The Guard captain sighed with his wings at half length. Things had gone beyond parameters and he blamed these people for the incompetence. But there was Ra the descendant of Hadrius, Irruli could only say this, "Well it is your command Cul. You chose to come here and take this vessel, now show your blood and prove you inherited some honor from your fathers." Edited by Exellius, Jul 9 2009, 07:32 AM.
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| Riegal | Jul 10 2009, 02:13 AM Post #32 |
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As Calin stepped on to the bridge he was utterly impressed by the sense of power and grandeur that seemed to permeate from it. He had never seen a ship so....modern was the first word that came to mind. Not that any high class ships came to Coruscant, the now useless city planet. What use was a city planet based around the Galactic Government when no such government existed. Coruscant was a wasteland, and Calin was likely lucky to be off of it. There was no safety, no peace, and Calin's only regret was that he was no longer there attempting to make a difference. But it had always been a losing battle, the waves of dissolution and depravity could only be resisted for so long. His team had survived by acting quickly and covertly, but with enough determination, some force would have found and eliminated them. Calin stood by silently as Ra seemed to be in a...confrontation of sorts with a group who had appeared to be on the ship before them. Without true provocation, one of the newcomers revealed Ra's true name to the group. It seemed that all knew of him...perhaps the eyes were a giveaway? The confrontation only escalated, as another newcomer who looked like some sort of politician, began questioning Ra, some mention of Knights, and other references Calin couldn't begin to understand. It seemed to be progressing further, until in a strange turn of events one of his apparent guards sedated him. Strange things seem to follow us around... Calin turned to Ra. "It seems the whole galaxy knows your name. Remind me never to have a famous bloodline, it brings upon too many friends..." Calin said idly, as he turned towards the main flight controls. He sat himself down in the pilots seat, pulling on the headset and scanning the controls. They were utterly foreign to him, like no ship he had ever seen before, and yet, they were somehow intuitive. Instinct alone seemed to tell him where each of the systems interconnected, and where each of the controls resided. It seemed far more centralized was the best way that Calin could describe it. He began powering up all systems for flight, going through the processes and learning more about the controls as he went. "You know...you still haven't told me where I'm taking this thing. Might be a useful piece of information." Calin said, with a slight sarcastic edge. He still could hardly believe where he was, seemingly no time after he had been on an intelligence gathering mission on a Coruscant cantina. And so much of this had been based on faith, faith in a man he barely knew, descendant of the one who lit the skies on fire. Here they were, on a ship that Calin was still unsure of whether the owned or were simply hijacking, facing off against strangers, running from Mandalorians, and working towards....an unknown goal that was apparently for the betterment of the galaxy. That was a lot to take in, but it wasn't as if there was a convenient exit at this point. All he could do was go along with it, and hope it all became clear. Edited by Riegal, Jul 10 2009, 02:13 AM.
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| Gwenavyr | Aug 8 2009, 05:39 AM Post #33 |
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Teisa watched half in amusement, half in surpise as her fiancé let go of her head, yet it wasn't that but his rant at the man who was introduced as Ra Cul, that made her raise a slender dark eyebrow. As she watched Ra pull off his shades she almost stopped dead in her tracks. Almost. She looked at him staring at the same eyes she had seen in her vision. She turned her head to listen to her fiancé accuse Ra of stealing the ship she shook her head the thought of smacking him crossing her mind. She knew he wasn't stealing it, in fact she had seen the transactions verifying that he had bought the ship. "He's not stealing it," she said finally as she hooked her thumbs in the blet that held her pistols so her hands rested on her thighs comfortably. "He bought the ship, I saw the transactions myself, and if you don't believe me ask Maz. I know he's seen them." With that she shrugged not sure how anyone would react to her statement. Most if not all people took her for what they saw and rumors, the "Barbairan Princess" she was called. It irked her on many levels that it was all people thought about when they heard her name. True her father had trained her in the arts of war, but she her uncle had also trained her in his favored areas, politics and business. Also her mother had taught her how to rule, what she needed to know, who she needed to deal with, how to solve problems peacefully, everything she would need to know as Empress. Yet, she supposed since her father's teachings where what she relied most upon, more as a tribute to him than anything, it was how she was to be known. Not as the intelligent woman that she was, but as the barbaian. Edited by Gwenavyr, Aug 9 2009, 10:53 PM.
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