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Derelict of Duty (Ara Zambrano)

The Upsilon-class command shuttle came to a stop upon the landing bay floor against the western flank of the Palace, the Knight of Ren moving to exit the First Order Transport clad in full armor by way of his duty and representation of the Order of Ren.

Met with a personal entourage, courtesy of the Queen of Panatha, Caehl did not pause nor falter at their sight but rather persevered through that the elite guard would turn in tow and follow him in two lines behind him. [member="Ara Zambrano"] was expecting the Knight, though they'd not remained in contact a great deal lately, their last shared affair landed them before one [member="Samka Derith"] for whom had made a show of her ownership over Caehl Ren.

Today the situation had changed somewhat, Decitus had chosen to complete Brennan's training, though she were younger by a year or two, Caehl's path had been lost of the appropriate guidance in his former mentor's disappearance, one Master of the Order whom had simply up and vanished and in Brennan's mind had been put to the wall in the quiet of the First Order's underground, possibly executed or otherwise sent elsewhere under extreme demand.

Though he were encouraged to remain impersonal during their duties, he could not help but wonder whether or not Ara had come under fire from her superiors for the essence transfer that she had offered him. They'd not spoken on the fact that the Sith had been involved, let alone the galactic wide and recognized Dark Lord; the news had come out during Samka's interrogation, so to speak and now that Brennan had been made aware of it, he was curious to know just how deep his friends connections to the Sith were.
 
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It always seemed that the Arch-Queen found herself resting on the balcony of the Crimson Citadel as darkness cast its shadow across the lush Panathan landscape. A fire burned in the hearth beyond, the heat against her back contrasting nicely with the cool breeze casting off of the coast, the lights of Canthar shining in the distance. A pair of her queensguard waited just beyond the balcony doors, far enough away to afford their monarch her privacy, but still well within reach should something manage to threaten the Master at rest.

She had long grown used to their presence, the weight of their gazes the lightest of pinpricks between her shoulder blades, easily dismissed. A sniffer of Correllian Brandy rested in one hand, small movements of her wrist sending the amber colored liquid swirling softly against the cut crystal edges, her crimson gaze lost to the landscape, fixated on nothing, even as the doors to her personal parlor opened in the distance.

The curve of a smile graced her faced as a gruff order dismissed the guards efficiently, an immediate chorus of affirmatives and the harsh sound of boots retreating following shortly after.

”I had wondered when you would finally return.”

A slightly disapproving purr dripped from her lips, the barest hint of a laugh drifting on the wind to soften the blow. The warmth of his aura brushed against her back, recognized long before he’d entered the chamber, a shiver of hunger rolling down her spine as his power mixed with her own. It was stronger now, than it had been, strengthened by the anger and determination he’d been faced with as [member="Samka Derith"] had made claim to his training, her methods far more harsh and unyielding than even Ara’s own. Pride shone in the depths of her irises, easily mistaken for a myriad of other passions, yet present nonetheless.

Lifting the glass to her lips, the Arch-Queen took a small sip of the astringent liquid, the burn of alcohol adding to the other emotions swirling within. Yet, still her gaze stayed on the mountains in the distance, waiting for her friend, bodyguard, partner, and lover to approach of his own accord.

”Welcome home, Brennan.”

[member="Brennan Cabrol"]
 
[member="Ara Zambrano"]'s Estate cast a stark difference against the darkness and bulk of the Knight of Ren's attire; his armor though not at all necessary there in such a place where she had ultimate control, had otherwise been worn out of duty and his previous priorities of duty before coming to return to Panatha. As the matte black visor of his mask found the entourage of her Royal Guard standing watch over her, Caehl's left hand rose as if to brush them aside, dismissing them from the room that they might talk in the quiet of their own company. To this day, he remained the Master of Ren and Queen of Panatha's first Guard, protectorate; her first and last line of defense in battle.

While her Guard obeyed him, they would not wander far, instead moving to the room beyond the door just far enough to remain aware of any potential hazards or threats to their Queen while still allowing the Knight of Ren the privacy to reach for the seal of his Helm and trigger it's release with a high pitched whine, the air releasing from within with a quiet hiss exposing himself to the fresh natural temperature of the room and the smell of lush incense burning amidst her sanctuary away from their overseers.

"The situation has been less than ideal..." came Brennan's rather insensitive and awkward way of apologizing for his absence, masked with the truth and an undertone of frustration as well as a lack of ease in his self expression, a personal fault that today, his Queen would be more than accustomed to dealing with. The Knight's difficulties in himself often influencing a backlash of anger and resentment towards all others for which fueled his abilities in combat, a side of himself that excited her behind closed doors, he was certain.

Moving to the nearby table situated against the wall of the room, Brennan carefully placed his helm down upon it's surface that it might not scratch the polished wooden grain, soon reaching to his shoulder Pauldrons and detaching the guards that held the weight of his protective alloy Cuirass atop his torso. "I've spent the last few weeks dealing with a Jedi insurrection within one of our sectors, news from an informant for which the Bureau somehow missed...-If not only to ease the weight of Decitus' eyes on me.." he assumed more than he knew. Ara's connections within the Order of Ren as well as the First Order Security Bureau ran further than his own given her rank and clearance across the private security channels of their great regime.

Finally he would turn to look across towards his Queen herself, she of whom kept her gaze averted and staring off across the horizon of her world. His approach would be slow, eased with the release of his armaments yet too courteous of her own awareness in his closing in on her; to Ara's side he would come to stand, his eyes on her as if to gauge her for any hint of emotion untoward their otherwise absent company recently. Sentimentality between them had never been his strong suit, empathy had it's place though she did not require someone to pamper her and upon recognizing the strength within her that he admired so, his gaze otherwise turned to follow in the direction she so daringly gazed, as if to provoke the world itself to rise up against her, the dominant reign that she held over Panatha backed by the First Order forever keeping Order upon the former Sith World.

"You do not appear to have suffered from my absence" she would be hard pressed to know whether the words came with an underlying sense of sarcasm and humor, or scorn; though she knew him well enough by now. As dry as his words could be, there were never any ill intent behind his otherwise provocative remarks offered her way in such disturbingly quiet and peaceful times.
 

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