Dominion [Black Sun] Dark Harvest || BSS Dominion of Kashyyyk

[Thomas Barran]

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Tuchanka Maestus R Remus Adair

BLOODHOUND - PART 3​

Mawsworn Camp, Ruins of Sector 7 HQ,
The Shadowlands, Kashyyyk (902 ABY)

'Ooooo! Would ya look at that, my friends!'
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'Much obliged for the gift, Vice-Admiral.... Not only is this an incredibly-rare find, but there's an intriguing history to these darlings.'

Looking to the 2nd Lieutenant who presented the rare cigar-crate, Barran smirked his way through a searching gaze, only to mutter,'Eh, he doesn't know. Not know-know - not like the latter-Ninth.', though loud enough for the small Naval delegation to hear. What appeared as mystic whimsy at the surface, may have appeared all the more damning in the eyes of those who knew how deep his gaze was searching, only relenting when the case of cigars caught his eye once more, and then the expression on his face became more-receptive to normalcy. Switching back from something jester-like and devious, to a state of mild-smirking, conventional rest, reassuring,'Its probably for the best, Lieutenant. Think nothing of it.', before turning his head to cast an appreciative nod in the Vice-Admiral's direction.

'I should probably give an equivalent gift, right? But first, Vice-Admiral, let us involve you in the first round of beverages.... An' ya know what, you might as well bring those cigars over, an' take one out for yourself.'

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With a click of his fingers, the guards by the tent-flap entrance stepped toward the bar in the corner, acting at the Khan's beck-and-call whilst everyone else found their desired seats for the encounter, and all without one pause of insulted reservation. First to come out of the cooler unit were the drinking glasses, followed by scoops of iceblocks that went into a polished, deep-filling bowl, all sent on and placed on all the side-tables within moments; and with each glass receiving a few blocks of ice before the guard-serving returned to the bar, the guard-pouring wheeled his tray of bottles over in his place, completing the requests of guests and Mawsworn commanders alike before the conversation found it's cadence again.

'Now, as for conspiracies.... Mine is only to form the eagle's other head - faith and state, married an' merged. A completed system of two-fold affiliation, two layers of loyalty-assurance, forging legitimacy in the eyes of compatriots and allies alike.'

 

[Eryndor Thorne]

Meliant | Antar | The Madclaw
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He watched the exchange between Meliant and Madclaw and was mostly wondering when the fighting would start. Between the four of them they could probably handle anything short of a small army. Yet so far there was hardly any action to speak of. A few angry critters on the way here. The hint of berserk shadow-touched Wookiees in the badlands.

And that was it.

One of them, Antar, decided to speak to him.

"Watch what?" Eyebrows up and he got his answer soon enough. It started as a snort and a bit of a rumble, but soon enough Eryndor was laughing out loud. "Oh, boy, that's great."

Meliant seemed to have a stick up his arse as big and thick as one of these forsaken trees. So that was some needed levity.

"You fought on Kashyyyk before?" Posing Antar the question as they continued the walk. It reminded him a little of Ossus. The dark forests primarily, but then again Ossus didn't have trees like these.