Fel: Ceremony

[Tathra Khaeus]

(OOCBABY: Well, I'm doing this with my iPod so.....)


Astrian stood alongside @[member="Yasuo"]. Their figures being the most significant as they stood at the head of the crowd, ahead of them sat the Imperator @[member="Ronin Fel"] on an elevated platform, his purple cloak rested against the stairs the led to his platform. To his left, was @[member="Neveah Fel"] in a beautiful dress for the occasion, they had recently returned from her quarters when they had received the news. He did not know where Yasuo had come from, however he was glad he was at his side. He deserved this as much as he did, probably even more so. However, the crowd bickered as the duo stood silently by each other. Astrians massive build and height through a shadow over Yasuo.

He turned his head to Yasuo, his eyes lingered on his smaller but well built form. "So, are you excited?" He asked, leaning a little towards him. His eyes switched to Neveah for less than a few moments, a small grin shaping on the visible side of his face, then the grin quickly degraded to a plain expression as he turned back to Yasuo. Astrian himself was unaware of what this ceremony involved, the other knights didn't say. Only stood behind the throne on a slightly lowered platform. @[member="Davin"] abd Josiah the Archmaster stood at the head of the group, Davins crimson eyes constantly scanning over the crowd of spectators and Imperial Cadets. But, silence overcame the palace halls as it look as though the Imperator was about to speak, his wrinkled grew lips brushing against one and Astrian had no time to reply to whatever Yasuo may have said, he straightened his stance. Turning his full attention to his Imperator, his orange blade hung from his belt. It's large grip was made with heavy metal, bulky and thick. Though, it looked like any ordinary blade in the hands of Astrian. In another's, it was too bulky and large to be handled properly without two hands. His left hand hung loosely beside it, it felt good having it at hand again. He had only recently had it returned to him from the engineers on Bastion. However, he doubted he would need it for such an occasion.

(OOC: On iPod, forgot how to spell Josiahs full name, somebody tag him plz.
Also apologies if this is short. I'm on my iPooood)

 

[Voroll]

@[member="Josiah Denko"]

Voroll stood in the crowd, wearing not his standard get-up: the Royal Stormtrooper Corps armour variant and vibrosword, but more casual and more loose-fitting clothing which were popular with the men of his age on Bastion. Bastonian Fashion had recently come into its own following the dissolution of the Sith Empire, the reasons for such were unknown to the young Cadet, but he had heard something about freedom and liberty now reigning across the galaxy without a threat of dark sided imperialists. Of course there were remnants, still strong holdouts in the distant Mid-Rim and Outer-Rim near the Tingle Arm of the galaxy, but nothing as vast as the dominion the Sith once held.

Nevertheless, Voroll was here to congratulate Imperial Knights. So he stood, in the crowd, with a smile on his face and cheers in his heart. Such public displays like this were a sight to behold - the Order officially accepting and congratulating new members into their swelling ranks while morale from across Fel space rose significantly.

@[member="Astrian Callus"]