Keira Priest
The Iron
Echoy'la
Throne Room
To say things hadn't gone as planned would be an understatement. They had gone against the orders of everyone present and made landfall within the designated kill zone, attempting to detain the designated target rather than blasting her into oblivion, not that the latter strategy had done much good, as the interloper had escaped regardless. Their escape off planet had been just as tenuous a process as that of their enemy, with [member="Zephyr Carrick"] losing an arm. It was better than losing his life, and all told Keira was of the opinion that things had gone much better than they could have. But her brother didn't share the same outlook, and so she and the others involved had been summoned before their Mand'alor.It wasn't something she was necessarily concerned about. In her mind, they had all been entirely justified in what they did. Sure, they went against orders, but in the grand scheme of things it was the strategy that made the most sense to her. Still, even she knew when to come to a heel, and so she would abide by her brother's orders and stand before him as one of the vode. Whatever punishment he would dole out to them she would accept. But she knew he wouldn't exile or otherwise hinder his best fighters. He couldn't afford it. This was a demonstration of power, and she respected that wholeheartedly. A leader needed to show they were not to be trifled with, even when it came to their own people.
She arrived in the throne room a few minutes early, her clip distinctly militaristic as she came to a stop. Her senses were extended about herself in every direction, taking in her surroundings and the presence her brother radiated through the Force. Like hers his aura was atypical, and she took some kind of solace in that. For the moment there was naught to do but wait for the others to arrive, and she would do so patiently, a first for her. Assuming her brother was present she would look to him, inclining her head slightly in greeting, "Mand'alor." A single word, acknowledging him as her leader rather than brother. It was time to see just how he would handle internal disobedience.
[member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Isley Verd"]