Private Get Out of Town | Dyrn

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi glanced at her wristwatch and pulled a face in the rear of the armored landspeeder that raced along the streets of Avalonia. She was late, and she hated being late. Her meeting with Ariel had gone long, and so she was late to rendezvous with the ship that she was taking on the first leg of her journey away from the capital. The ship had been chartered under a pseudonym for privacy and security purposes, so she could only imagine that the traffic controllers at the civilian spaceport were as irritated at Natasi as she was at herself for the delay. They didn't know who she was or that she was the Supreme Leader. To them, she was sure, she was a faceless, uncourteous wealthy nuisance.

They weren't wrong, necessarily.

The speeder slowed to take a corner, then accelerated again before slowing to a halt at the private terminal. A member of the security detail hopped out of the front of the speeder, opened the door, and escorted her out towards the landing pad, jutting out over a windswept chasm, housing the a large and luxurious ship. Two figures blocked Natasi's path; she thought they might be the stationmasters, come to give the tardy party a kick in the pants, but as she got closer she could see that one was the auburn-haired home secretary Delilah Graham and the other was a towering man, easily dwarfing them both.

Natasi approached, managing the good grace to look abashed. "I gather my operation is no longer covert. Home Secretary -- nice to see you." She looked expectantly between them. "How can I help?

 

[Delilah Graham]

Delilah performed a low curtsy as Natasi approached, bowing in a genuflection before rising to her feet. "Your Majesty," she began, a tight smile on her features. "Apologies. If we had known you were planning to travel we would have arranged this sooner. But we are pleased that we were able to accommodate your plans." She gestured to her right, where Dyrn Grav stood, efficient as anything.

"May I present Dyrn Grav, ma'am? Guard Captain of the Royal Guards. He will be accompanying you on your travels in order to ensure your safety." The Home Secretary clasped her hands before her and nodded towards the ship. "You will recall, I think, that we had plans to implement the royal guards assigned to your protection this month. In lieu of a formal briefing process, which we can perform when you return to the capital, I have placed the file and associated orders in today's red box, ma'am, but rest assured that Captain Grav is a top-notch officer. The best of all the candidates for the position."

Delilah did not leave room for the Supreme Leader to demure or otherwise refuse the protection; for all her fancy titles, the woman's power was theoretical at best, especially when it came to her own personal safety. "If you should require anything further, Your Majesty, feel free to reach out to me directly. I collaborate with the Ministry of Defense on diplomatic and personal security, so between us we can resolve whatever needs you may have. If there's nothing more, I shan't keep you."

There was nothing more. Delilah curtsied once more, then rose and said, "Safe travels, Your Majesty. Guard Captain Grav." To the latter she offered a curt nod before she hurried off, eager to return to her office and the work that was, no doubt, piling up there.

 

[Dyrn Grav]

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There had been little in the way of conversation between the pair, aside from discussion about security details and specifics, which the Guard Captain needed to know prior to hand-off. Home Secretary Graham was efficient, thorough, and left little to chance. Dyrn respected that. He was much the same, as he accepted whatever necessary files to his datapad were needed, then turned his helmeted head at the sound of an approaching speeder. The estimated time of arrival had been missed, the speeder delayed, which did not bode well for the Guardsman; there could have been a myriad of reasons, each of them worse than the last, but thankfully the Supreme Leader made her appearance.

Better late than never.

From within his helmet, Dyrn kept his eyes moving, as he switched between what was in front of him and his internal displays that showed a wider peripheral than standard eyesight. The landing platform was in a highly exposed position, out over a chasm, but at least the risk of ambush was low-to-very low given the described precautions used and the range to another solid outcropping. Any marksman would likely have trouble making such a distance, but that thought passed from the Guardsman's mind as the speeder doors opened and Natasi Fortan emerged.

Unconsciously Dyrn straightened, his shoulders squared more so, as he watched the Supreme Leader approach. Every detail was captured by his observant gaze, as he studied everything about the woman before him; her posture, her gait, her footfalls, how loudly she stepped, how closely her feet passed one another, the point at which she touched the ground - heel or toe. Every detail, no matter how small, was committed to memory in those few moments, as Dyrn absorbed his charge into his trained mind. Of course, the Guardsman knew he wouldn't be able to acquire every detail right then, it would take a number of instances of observation, but he would memorize Lady Fortan in every way in time. Why? To ensure he would always be able to tell if the Supreme Leader was herself, someone else, in distress, injured, feeling ill; it didn't matter the circumstance, Dyrn would recognize deviation from the norm immediately, once he was done.

The Royal Guard remained still and silent as both the Supreme Leader and Home Secretary spoke. There was little room for disagreement from the latter, Dyrn noted, as his placement was verbally delivered. Only when he was mentioned directly, did the Guard Captain lower to one knee in front of Lady Fortan and bow in his pristine white armor and black cloak. <"Your Majesty, it is an honor and privilege."> He said in a crisp, deep voice, as his helmet vocalizer distorted his voice.

Her eyes are lighter brown that expected.

After a few moments Dyrn stood, his cloak billowed around his form, and resumed his rigid posture before his charge. The Home Secretary finished her interaction, before she started on her way with a farewell. <"And to you, Home Secretary Graham. Safe travels."> Dyrn nodded in return, as he briefly watched Agent Graham depart, though his attention promptly returned to the Supreme Leader. The speeder started to move, which presumably would take the Home Secretary to base, and the pair were left on the landing platform surrounded by wind and little else.

<"With your permission, ma'am, I would remove my helmet so you might see my face and be familiar with my appearance, now that we are alone.">

The Guardsman would wait, body still and unmoving, until permission was given.

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Natasi Fortan | Delilah Graham​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi looked momentarily nonplussed by the Home Secretary's rapidfire approach to the interaction. It felt like no sooner had the woman greeted Natasi that she was sashaying down the walkway back towards the terminal. She reminded Natasi of her onetime friend and private secretary, Sioux Chambers, but without the warmth and charm and humor.

"Yes, thank you, Moff Graham," she said to Delilah's retreating form before turning her attention back to the hulking man before her. He was enormous. He looked fairly solid, too, like he could stop a speeding magtrain and suffer, at worst, a bruise. She kept her face impassive while she observed him a moment. His question put her on the back foot, although in retrospect it probably shouldn't have.

"Oh -- of course," said Natasi, spreading her hands in a physical expression of her agreement. "That's a good idea. My former security detail did not typically wear helmets, so I could always tell who I was dealing with." She took a half-step back, tilting her head back. The dark traveling cloak she wore slipped off her head. That was fine for now; she had worn the hood up while in the city to avoid being recognized, but there was no one to hide from here. They were alone on the platform; George and Reima and the staff had already boarded, and only the maintenance team continued to bustle around the exterior of the vessel, performing last-minute checks.

"Perhaps you might also make yourself known to the rest of the household staff on board, so they aren't alarmed by a stranger appearing," Natasi suggested, clasping her hands behind her back. "That is, if they'll be seeing you -- rather than your helmet -- around. You surely aren't required to wear your helmet at all times, are you? I suppose I should read my instructions before making such a sweeping declaration." A wry half-smile colored her lips for a moment before decorum returned.

Dyrn Grav​

 

[Dyrn Grav]

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The crew around the starship continued about their checks, the entourage aboard, all that remained was the final formalities between the two. When the Supreme Leader agreed that removal of the Guardsman helmet was appropriate, Dyrn reached up with both gloved hands and clasped the armor that covered his head. He noted the movement of her hands in conjunction with approval. His eyes closed as the internal displays deactivated, to avoid distortion of his vision, before a strong lift had the helmet free. In its expressionless place was a human face, angled and strong in features, with flattened dark hair.

"I understand, your Excellency," Dyrn said, his voice now heard clearly. It was deep, calm. He opened his eyes, bright blue around the iris, with orange near the inner pupil, certainly not quite human. "To ensure trust and professional familiarity, I accept any identifier you might call me, so your desired level of comfort is reached."

Still, if Lady Fortan was still undecided on the helmet, Dyrn would leave it off. As it stood, there were very few individuals around, and honestly the Guard Captain had always felt little need to hide his face. Perhaps the lack of importance for the helmet also stemmed from his species' ability to see a multitude of visual spectrums, much like the HUD itself for others. Still, the Guardsman tucked the helmet under his left arm, as the Supreme Leader suggested he present himself to the household staff on the vessel. That was prudent. It would do well to have those closest around Lady Fortan to be familiar with him, also. There was some concern about the helmet, as Dyrn listened.

"If you so choose, I can discard the helmet temporarily or permanently, as you decide," The Guard Captain said matter-of-factly, as it was the Supreme Leader's prerogative to make decisions as she saw fit. And, truthfully, Dyrn cared little for the helmet. "The Royal Guard tend to wear helmets in most public environments or situations, to maintain our identities to some degree, but mainly to assist in our efforts to protect you. The internal displays reveal much more than most hope to see naturally. I admit I am not as reliant on the helmet as others."

Dyrn offered a faint smile in return to Lady Fortan's own, equally as brief, despite himself. It had been a pleasant expression, it showed a mere moment of another side to the Supreme Leader, and the Guardsman put it to memory. He added:

"Sweeping declarations are yours to give, your Excellency, and I will enact every single one as you command," Then, as Dyrn stepped to one side, he kept his eyes on Lady Fortan as he added, his intent to follow evident. "And I await your pleasure to board, ma'am."

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Natasi Fortan​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Get Out of Town​

Natasi wasn't sure what she was expecting before the man removed his helmet. He was a large man -- hulking wasn't quite the right word, but at nearly a foot taller than Natasi herself, it came close. She was half-expecting one of the many exotic aliens that populated the Outer Rim and the Unknown Regions, human-shaped but with different proportions. But when he removed his helmet to reveal a human face (or near enough) she felt a knot loosen in her midsection. It wasn't that Natasi was prejudiced, exactly, but she had to admit (if only to herself) that it made her feel better to see one of her own kind.

That he was rather dashing was the icing on the cake. He reminded her of -- she couldn't quire place it, but she couldn't very well spend the day scrutinizing his face. Especially with him no doubt acutely aware of her so doing. "Perhaps we should start with 'Captain Grav' and see where that takes us?" Natasi proposed. As a gust blew through the chasm and over the landing pad, she drew her cloak tighter around her frame. It wasn't until he mentioned it that Natasi realized she was the one delaying their boarding.

"Of course, please," she said, gesturing towards the landing pad. Natasi fell into a steady rhythm, glancing sidelong at her new protector. "Forgive me, but -- we haven't met before, have we? I think not, but yet there is something distinctly familiar..." Her voice fell off as they approached the ship and the ship's captain greeted them.

"Ah, Mr. Chamberlain. Allow me to introduce Captain Grav, who will be accompanying me on this trip as my bodyguard. I trust you will be able to find accommodations aboard that are suitable to his requirements. Captain," she said, half-turning to Dyrn Grav . "Please don't be shy about requesting whatever you need. You are, as they say, part of the team now. Until your quarters are settled, please come and meet the others. Bonus points if you can guess which are Human Replica Droids."

She led the way up the ramp into the expansive luxury yacht. The other staff were lined up to receive Natasi, some looking inquisitive about her new shadow. The Supreme Leader introduced them in turn: Theodore Glass, her private secretary; Banks, her ladies maid; Odette, the nanny; Hendersmith the Younger, her butler; and two plainclothes detectives, Preston and Parker. "This is Guard Captain Grav, who will be in charge of my security detail. Please see that he gets everything he needs," Natasi said, nodding gravely to the team.

When they had dispersed, Natasi turned back to Grav. "So -- any guesses?"

 

[Dyrn Grav]

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There was a moment when both looked and regarded the other. Two strangers, thrust into the other's life, one to protect and the other to rely on that completely in certain circumstances. It was a unique situation, one that civilians would likely be unable to process so quickly and acutely, but the Supreme Leader was well-versed in such protocols and Dyrn was trained to protect Natasi at all costs. The Guardsman waited silently, as he noticed her eyes scanning his face, with perhaps some element of confusion involved. He wondered at that, but ultimately wouldn't ask, as it wasn't his place to casually inquire into the thoughts of the Supreme Leader. And then Dyrn nodded when Lady Fortan mentioned Captain Grav would suffice, which he accepted without question; it was precisely appropriate.

Lady Fortan gave permission to board and started to walk. The Guardsman fell into step beside her, to the lady's right, without hesitation and kept the pace set easily. His longer legs had no trouble adjusting to shorter strides, and his black cloak billowed behind the both of them in the wind. It was then that the Supreme Leader spoke up and asked about familiarity.

"You are correct, your Excellency, we have seen one another once previously," The Guardsman said as he glanced down to the leader beside him, catching her eyes. "Some years ago, you were escorted through the Royal Guard training halls. I was engaged in Echani hand-to-hand training... and saw you, in person, for the first time. It was a special day, one I have never forgotten."

It had also been the day Dyrn had vowed complete loyalty to Natasi Fortan. As soon as he had seen her, the bearing and regal leader of the First Order, that had been when his training and service had merged into a singular entity in his mind. Dyrn had known then, amid the sweat and bruises of his intense training, that he would put his life secondary to her own. Unfortunately the pair had not been able to meet, as the - then - Guard Captain continued the tour of the facility and what the Royal Guard had to offer.

My old Guard Captain... I haven't thought about him in a long time. A great loss during the sieges.

It wasn't long before the pair were near the vessel proper, as they approached the boarding ramp. Dyrn remained beside Lady Fortan as the ship Captain was greeted, to which the Guardsman nodded in greeting, before he resumed observation of the surrounding area, and was also offered kind hospitality from his charge. "I appreciate your graciousness, your Excellency, thank you." He said before listening to the mention of HDRs being part of the staff. He fought back a smirk. "Bonus points? Very well, I look forward to the challenge."

When it was time, Dyrn entered the vessel to Natasi's right, so he could maintain observation of both the front and rear for security purposes, before he saw the entourage lined up and waiting. The faces were familiar, from the dossiers and information the Guard Captain had received in preparation for the assignment, and he was able to determine whom each were. As Dyrn was introduced, he set his bright eyes across each staff member in turn, as the colorization of the Guardsman's eyes shifted and changed like light on water. His vision allowed him to see into a whole range of visual spectrums, and it didn't take too long to find the wavelength of electromagnetic radiation he needed - there were three HDRs present, if the subtle but still perceptible electrical pulses throughout their forms was anything to go by. Needless to say, Dyrn was very familiar with human biology, and the three before him clearly deviated from that enough so that the Guard Captain was confident he was correct.

"It is a pleasure to meet each of you," The Guardsman bowed. He continued. "There will be some security adjustments and alterations in the near future, but I will ensure to try and make any changes as smoothly as possible, so as to not interrupt your responsibilities and service to her Majesty. If any of you have questions, do not hesitate to seek me out. I am very approachable, despite the armor and weaponry, I assure you..."

The staff dispersed and once more the pair were left largely alone. It would likely be the two of them, like this, a lot of the time. Dyrn saw no issue. He already enjoyed the Supreme Leader's company, and was invested in continued observation and education about who she was and her mannerisms. Still, when Lady Fortan turned to Dyrn and asked about his guesses, undoubtedly concerning the Human Replica Droids, the Guardsman inclined his head and raised an eyebrow...

"My guess would be three HDRs were present. Ms. Banks, your maid, and both Preston and Parker," The Guardsman looked to Natasi as he added. "My species, the Keshian, are able to see a very full visual spectrum. I was able to determine underlying electromagnetic pulses on a near-ultraviolet frequency in those three in particular. While not confirmation ordinarily, when seen individually, together all three exhibited suspiciously similar pulses. Artificial ones."

With the moment of fun over, the Guard Captain became more serious as he turned to the Supreme Leader. He spoke when the moment was appropriate, and adjusted the helmet under his arm as he scanned the interior of the vessel, his vision shifting again.

"At your earliest convenience, ma'am, I would like to discuss your previous security detail specifics," Dyrn looked back to Natasi, his eyes more blue now. "If you could tell me what worked for you, what didn't, and how we might proceed with any compromises on protocols that weren't to your preference. It would also allow me the opportunity to share some of the Royal Guard data with you, as I understand this protective duty was unceremoniously put upon you, for which I apologize."

There also remained the task of sweeping and securing Lady Fortan's quarters, but Dyrn felt that could be mentioned later...

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Natasi Fortan​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Get Out of Town
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As soon as Grav identified where they had crossed paths before, Natasi immediately recalled it. "Of course," she said, a note of pleasant surprise entering her voice. "Of course. When I heard that the previous guard captain was... " her voice wavered for a moment. "...lost -- I suppose I rather put the whole program to one side. I shouldn't say so, but I take some comfort in knowing that you came from -- before. The old guard, you might say." They proceeded through the processes and once the parade was over, Natasi invited him to follow her to her study to hear about his theories on the Human Replica Droids.

"Uncanny," murmured Natasi, her lips turning up at the edges. "That's absolutely correct. Banks, Parker and Preston." She took a seat behind the desk and pressed the comlink key panel on the broad desk. "Mr. Chamberlain, we're ready to takeoff as soon as you can get clearance. Please do apologize to the traffic controllers for the delays. Can we arrange for a consideration to the staff there for their inconvenience?"

"I'll see to it, ma'am," Chamberlain responded. Natasi thanked him and disconnected the comlink, then took a deep breath for what felt like the first time since she had met with Ariel Yvarro earlier that afternoon to appoint her Grand Moff. She brushed a stray chestnut curl from her forehead. "No time like the present," said Natasi in response to his question about her existing security detail. "Are you quite comfortable in all that armor? I don't know what your protocol requirements are -- as you say, this happened rather abruptly, so I haven't had a chance to review the materials -- but I'm happy for you to take whatever comforts you can in situations like this, where we aren't out there -- " at this she waved vaguely towards the viewport as her other hand and gaze were busied with the red box that Graham had referenced earlier. " -- so if you have a less bulky uniform or duty outfit, I've no objections."

She looked back up at him, noting that he still carried his helmet under his arm. "You can put that on the table there, and have a seat if you like." She pulled his file from the pile of documents, then closed the red box and set it to one side. "You met Parker and Preston and Banks. Parker and Preston are members of my detail with two others, Peter and Porter, that were codenamed the Horsemen under the old regime. A plainclothes police detail, but obviously security. They went on to safeguard my children after -- after Dosuun," she said, clearing her throat quietly. "Banks and Liam -- a footman at the estate -- were programmed to blend into the background of my existing lifestyle at the time, while still providing the a security presence. Luckily they were never needed."

She shifted in the chair and crossed her ankles beneath the desk. "They are programmed with expert marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat skills, although -- as I'm sure you're well aware -- no matter how detailed the programming of machines, there's no substitution for highly-trained, committed sentients." Natasi folded her hands together on the desk and leaned forward. "In addition to that, I had of course the official diplomatic security detail assigned to a Grand Moff. You don't need to worry about me," said Natasi with a confidential smile. "I'm flexible and I will typically defer to the professionals; in this case, you."

The Supreme Leader hesitated and pressed her lips together for a moment before going on. "You aren't responsible for how this happened," Natasi said, looping her finger around as if to encapsulate all that had gone on that afternoon. "What are your thoughts about the arrangement so far? Any of the Human Replicas can be reprogrammed to fill whatever role you think is appropriate. I believe there will be palace guards put in place when I return to the capital and into the palace. I assume you'll have a hand in those selections."

Dyrn Grav

 

[Dyrn Grav]

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It was sombre to think back on the old Guard Captain, a grizzled veteran who had seen his share of conflict, but it also seemed fitting that he would go down fighting to the last on Dosunn. It was also a boost to the pride when the Supreme Leader recalled seeing Dyrn that day, which he believed, as the Lady Fortan didn't seem the sort to pretend recollection. Still, the Guardsman felt some measure of reassurance that her memory was... intact, as it were, since Dyrn had been told about more recent events and knew complications could arise from such events. Nonetheless, Dyrn jutted out his chin at the mention of the fallen Captain, a good man, before he replied as he followed in Natasi's wake.

"Captain Ekai Farac, he was an exceptional instructor, someone I deeply respected," Dyrn said with a nod to Lady Fortan, as he offered a reassuring smile. It had been some time ago, but having the moment to reflect with another who had met the man felt good. "His loss was felt by the Royal Guard, true. We were not prepared, we didn't have the next captain-in-line selected, so the Guardsmen were compartmentalized by the First Imperial Army.

"And thank you for your kind words, your Excellency. I prefer to remain silent about my achievements... but I can say, with all honesty, that I fought my way to Captaincy for you. Because I refuse to trust your protection and life to any other who couldn't best me."

A bit too familiar, Dyrn decided after the words had been said. True he had been trained and honed to protect the Supreme Leader, but the Guard Captain didn't want to sound unreasonably obsessed beyond what that duty required. Perhaps it came down to the excitement of finally being assigned the role he had trained so long for? Either way, when the Human Replica Droids were mentioned, as the conversation continued, Dyrn felt relief and moved with the change in topic.

"Bonus points acquired," Dyrn nodded with a smile, his guess about the overly similar electrical pulses had been correct, before he started to take stock of the personal office. It suited the Supreme Leader, it was well designed and tidy. The desk looked capable of being used as sufficient cover, should the worst happen. When attention was brought back to Dyrn, from the pilot who had been told to take off, the Guard Captain gave his full attention. "Very well, Supreme Leader. Allow me a moment to correlate and send the files to your datapad..."

As Dyrn went to work on his gauntlet-mounted datapad, swiping and pressing buttons with his gloved right hand, he listened as Lady Fortan continued. She inquired about the armor, and the Captain's comfort, which continued to show how kind a leader Natasi could be. Care for those under her banner. As the data began to send, Dyrn spoke up. "Of course, I can answer your questions, ma'am. Our Royal Guard armor must be worn at all times in public, without question, for both protection and ceremony unless dictated by specific mission requirements or your order. An example would be if we were to stroll a market, incognito, I would wear civilian clothing." Dyrn thought for a moment, as he went through the considerable list of protocols for his branch. "We are permitted to remove our armor when threat potential has lowered to a satisfactory degree, such as on a starship or when given permission by yourself, and your safety is secured."

Obviously there was a lot more detail involved, but the basic explanation would serve, until Lady Fortan decided to look into the Royal Guard protocols herself. Or if she asked for more information from Dyrn. And since the vessel was taking off, there was little else the Guard Captain could do beyond wait to see the destination, and if the Supreme Leader showed concern about his wearing armor, it could have been that she preferred a more relaxed meeting. And when Natasi mentioned the helmet, which was still tucked under Dyrn's left arm as he balanced it while using the datapad, he decided that security levels were satisfactory and he would act on the Supreme Leader's suggestions. "Yes, ma'am."

Once the helmet was placed on the table with a small thunk, Dyrn turned and added. "I have a combat suit beneath my armor, which Royal Guard typically wear when out of armor. I won't be a moment, your Excellency," The tall Captain reached across his body, at arms, ribs, waist and legs as he unclasped and detached modular portions of the bright white armor. It was designed for a balance of durability and flexibility, and was equally easy to remove or adorn with no assistance. "The suit is designed to pass as a type of uniform, if needed."

As Natasi explained about the Horsemen, and how the HDRs were applied to the field, Dyrn listened intently and started to remove the armor. The chest piece and shoulder pauldrons parted and were placed against the table leg, the gauntlets were unsecured and removed, the utility belt unclasped and likewise placed next the the other portions of armor. All that remained were the boots, but those weren't bulky, so Dyrn kept them on. He turned and faced Lady Fortan, as he adjusted the tight, form-fitting combat suit and flexed his shoulders. He had been in the armor for... many, many hours. The Guard Captain was as broad and muscular as he was tall, a result of his training and dedication to his career as a Royal Guard. Dyrn reached down for the gauntlet datapad, which he ejected and held in his gloved hand, before he walked back to the desk and stood before the Supreme Leader.

"If you'll permit, your Excellency, I would remain standing, just in case. And regarding the HDRs, I believe they are in appropriate positions to serve the task. Not only that, but a sudden change in duties and position might be a red flag for alerting any potential observers as to their true purpose." The Guard Captain considered. "If you approve, I request the HDRs remain as is, and allow them to be ignored as potential security as the Guardsmen take the brunt of public and enemy scrutiny. A surprise, as it were."

By that time, all the files had sent, which left little else but to wait for Lady Fortan to read over them if she wished, and for Dyrn to answer any questions she had. And while that happened, Lady Fortan explained she was used to security details and adjusting to the necessary needs they might have, which was - again - a relief. The last thing the Guardsman wanted to do was uproot the Supreme Leader's life, and contradict previous security plans, with the want for a smooth transition a good consideration amid it all.

"You are correct about the palace guard appointments, I will take part in the selections. Thorough checks and reviews will occur going forward, as well as replacements and routine changes, to avoid complacency. It will also be standard for a rotational presence of Royal Guard to be stationed with you at all times, as allowed per privacy," That went without saying privacy for Natasi was acceptable, and very much allowed, but otherwise she would be guarded closely. "Again, I apologize that such a strict and invasive guard duty has been appointed, but given... what happened to you, the Royal Guard are proposed as a close proximity detail, to keep you safe and secure at all costs, and to avoid such again."

The Guard Captain smiled, to help the mood, as he continued.

"That said, I expect you will see me very often, since I will be your primary protector. My military designation is Altor, for the sake of encryption and communication security. And should you request it, I can also provide you with a number of services; I am a qualified combat instructor, so your Excellency can hone self-defense, I am also a capable pilot, survivalist, cook and have been taught high society standards and customs, among other things... so, should you want to take time for yourself, away from everyone, I am able to bring that entourage count down to two. Us. Or if you lack a companion for a function, I can dance quite well."

The latter was added with a small chuckle. Still, it was a lot to take in, a new phase to adjust to, so Dyrn ended simply.

"Did you have any questions for me, your Majesty?"

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Natasi Fortan​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

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Natasi might have kicked herself. Was she losing her touch in her new position of cushy luxury? Of course he was right about reassigning the others; even the most casual of palace observers would note the difference if, for instance, her 'longtime confidant' and ladies maid Banks went missing. If the same plan had been proposed for other covert assets during Natasi's Tenure as Grand Moff, she would have said explained it in quite the same terms. Sudden changes gave rise to speculation which could be both unnecessary and challenging. "You're right, of course," Natasi said. "You have my approval for that plan. At any rate, they will cooperate with whatever security plans you have. You need only to ask."

The Galidraani in her was almost scandalized when the guardsman began to remove his armor pieces, and after a brief (but not quite brief enough) voyeuristic moment, she diplomatically averted her eyes and picked up the datapad to review the information Grav had just transmitted. When the armor striptease was over and he returned to standing before her desk, she set down the datapad and once again gave him her full attention. She noted with some surprise that it hadn't just been the armor that had given him a solid presence. Even without it, he seemed a substantial fellow. Her limited experience with wearing armor had come during the First Order's invasion of Mustafar, where her ship had been shot down and as a measure of security, she had donned stormtrooper armor to disguise her presence among the survivors.

She hadn't filled it out quite as impressively as Grav did his guards' armor.

Her new guardsman's touching devotion to her wellbeing was, she thought, a helpful trait in a bodyguard. Idly she wondered if she wouldn't turn out to be his own worst enemy. After all, it had been her decision -- against the strong objections of Admiral Hersch and the others in the situation room -- to pilot the Concordia into the Ssi-Ruuk mothership. The situation at the time, with the Concordia nearly destroyed at the botched invasion of Skor II, had meant the ship was unable to safely operate. Only her hand could override the safety locks and keep it moving. The sacrifice had been painful but necessary, and she'd do it again if it was necessary. Grav probably wouldn't like that. She smiled enigmatically; hopefully the First Order Corps of Imperial Engineers had learned from that day and personal palm prints were no longer the done thing.

"Of course, feel free," said Natasi in response to his request to stand. She sat back so as to maintain eye contact without craning her neck.

She considered his description of his abilities, describing himself as the multi-tool army knife equivalent of a man. "I'm glad you mention all this," said Natasi gravely, steepling her fingers before her on the desk. "This may be a bit of a challenge as your first outing, so to speak, but I am in something of a delicate position. I am the head of state of an unaffiliated major power, but my homeworld as well as my family's estates are on Galidraan within the boundaries of the Sith Empire." She inclined her head. "Until recently, I believe my aunt's presence and affiliation with the Sith Imperials allowed more or less free movement for my family. I gather she and her wife had some kind of falling out, and our latest diplomatic overtures with the Sith were not what you would call an unqualified success." This, she said with sardonic note in her voice. "The long and short of it is that I may or may not be welcomed back on friendly terms, so my approach is incognito."

Natasi leaned forward and went on. "Out of respect for the Zambrano family, with whom I have in the past enjoyed a good working relationship, I believe it would be best that we not wear the flags of our empire openly on Galidraan. That means your armor, specifically. The good news is I don't intend to spend a lot of time out and about; I am mainly traveling to Galidraan to collect some personal effects from my home and get my children settled, but -- " Her voice faltered and she looked away, glancing towards the viewport as the ship finally began to rise. "While I am on Galidraan, I do have some important business in Calavar that will require me to travel under an alias. It is not, strictly speaking, First Order business, so if you prefer not to get involved, I completely understand and no hard feelings."

"Judging on your description, it seems that all this is within your power," Natasi said. "If you'd like to review Herevan's security and make adjustments before we arrive, I can arrange that." The Supreme Leader shifted forward again, picking her stylus up, which she tapped lightly against her desk. "I suppose my questions are related to housekeeping. How much space will you need for yourself and your team and any equipment you need to set up? And where? Any dietary restrictions of which my people should be aware? Or do you prefer to feed yourself? And... if it's not indelicate to ask -- is your role entirely confidential? Should I expect the Home Office or the Grand Moff to receive an accounting of my activities?"

Her gaze hardened imperceptibly at this. The real question, left unasked, was: how much will I need to hide from you to maintain my independence?

Dyrn Grav

 

[Dyrn Grav]

​

Deep down, Dyrn knew protecting Natasi Fortan would be an undertaking. She had been involved in a number of close calls, had willingly rushed into danger, and had made the ultimate sacrifice for others. It had been both inspiring and dreadful, when news had reached the Royal Guard facility of the death of the Supreme Leader. It had felt like the Guardsmen had lost their purpose, that one special task that no one else could do, especially as the First Order had started to crumble around their heads. Thankfully the attacks and sieges had been overcome, but not without heavy loss, and the First Order remained to pick up the pieces. From there, the logical conclusion would have been the appointment of a new Supreme Leader, to which the Royal Guard would be assigned... but then something unexpected had happened: Natasi Fortan had come back, reborn. And Dyrn had been equally shocked and pleased, as he would be given the chance to fulfill his promise made all those years ago in the training hall, and that Lady Fortan was alive.

And now here they were.

The HRDs would be handled at a later point. And with permission to stand, the Guardsman stood at ease, both hands at the small of his back and legs shoulder width apart. He listened as Natasi began to explain the details of the trip, and it was an interesting circumstance. Dealings with Sith could be unpredictable, dangerous at worst, though the Royal Guard had trained against Force Users. Whatever happened, the Supreme Leader would remain protected, and if Dyrn's position was ended giving Lady Fortan time to escape hostile Sith, then so be it. Still, the prospect of going incognito and engaging in an unofficial mission out of the gate seemed like something out of an action holo, which caused the Guardsman to find some amusement.

She certainly lives up to her reputation.

The Supreme Leader explained the reason for the visit specifically, and other errands that needed to be completed, while on Galidraan. She suggested that Dyrn need not be involved, as it wouldn't fall under First Order business, to which the Guardsman inclined his head and raised his eyebrows. "I am your protection, your Majesty. Where you go, I go. The Royal Guard are in service to the Supreme Leader, irrespective of task. Your problems are my problems, your concerns are my concerns, and your command is my command. So, business on Calavar? Understood."

Then questions were asked. They were astute, and Dyrn nodded and answered after each, so as to provide his charge with the information she desired. "Since we will be under alias and covert, we can leave the security protocols as is for now, ma'am." Dyrn nodded, there was little reason to make changes for scenarios that weren't applicable presently. "All Royal Guard are self-sufficient. We have ration cubes, are capable of functioning with minimal rest, being trained to operate for days at a time if required, with minimal loss in effectiveness and awareness. So long as we have space to maintain our armor and weaponry, we are perfectly content, your Excellency."

And then the question. Most of it was unspoken, the implication there, as Lady Fortan asked about the confidentiality of the Royal Guard role, and how it would treat information and knowledge gained in her presence. Lady Fortan seemed to become more cautious once that had been asked, which was understandable, and Dyrn knew it was important to square away early on.

"The Royal Guard are loyal first and foremost to the Supreme Leader. Then to the First Order. When it comes to your general activity, all of my Guardsmen will report to me, in fine detail, so I can remain up-to-date on all developments. That information is secured, filed and kept on personal storage until it is requested from First Order leadership - standard things, like public appearances, vacation plans, escort paths, and the like are expected to be known and available to those with clearance.

"However, when it comes to your more... personal and private life... I will determine what leadership within the First Order will know. And if that doesn't include, say, errands to Calavar, then so be it. I understand my involvement in your daily life will seem invasive, but I assure you that I will not betray your trust in any way, and that anything told or shared with me in confidence will remain as that, your Majesty."

Dyrn looked more serious then, as he looked into Lady Fortan's dark eyes and added.

"Not to mention you can command us, me, in various ways. The only caveat being that any order given to a Royal Guard that involves self-harm or possibility of death, without direct relation to protecting your life, can be disobeyed. So, should I ever agitate you enough to be told to jump off a cliff, thankfully I can ignore that one..."

The Guard Captain smirked. He felt that the Supreme Leader understood what Dyrn had meant about the command in various ways. Needless to say, if the Guard Captain was ordered to forget a private errand, or a private visit, or a personal conversation, who was he to object?

"I hope that assures you, your Excellency. Also, is there anything I should know, before we arrive for your personal business?"

______________________________

Natasi Fortan​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

​

Natasi frowned thoughtfully, her dark eyes thoughtful. She perched her chin on her fist and gazed out the window as the ship slipped loose the bonds of gravity and emerged into space. The ship banked, giving an expansive view of Dosuun. It looked so peaceful from here. She didn't respond at first, instead gazing placidly out the viewport as she considered everything she'd heard. Grav seemed to live a spartan lifestyle: limited sleep, ration cubes for food. He had clearly worked hard to get to the position he was in now, had struggled to the top of a highly competitive hierarchy. Did he not deserve a few perks?

Well, the offer was open, she supposed. Natasi liked to think of herself as a just and benevolent leader, but she wouldn't prompt him.

"It sounds like we understand each other," said Natasi, smiling pleasantly. "I do have a few more questions, but we can discuss them as we proceed. I believe you need to see my quarters? And my hope is that they'll have settled accommodations for you for the duration of the journey. It is a few days by this speed, and I don't think there's call for sleep deprivation while we're traveling in relative safety, do you?" The Supreme Leader tucked the file back into the red box and sealed it with the biolocks. She would need to return to it later, with the other items inside that were awaiting her attention. She then stood and moved towards the door, edging around him as she passed.

"I suppose you'll need to train me," said Natasi, her voice inquisitive. "The finer parts of being bodyguarded. Do I walk ahead of you? Do I walk behind? Am I allowed to wade into a crowd of people and shake hands and sign autographs? That sort of thing." She strolled out into the main corridor of the deck, heading aft. "My role is, for better or worse, to be visible to the people: a living symbol of their empire. Often people will thrust things at me: usually its flowers but occasionally it's been chocolates or letters or jewelry. I was given a rather beautiful pearl brooch, actually, a few weeks ago. Total stranger."

Her room, consisting of a reasonably spacious bedroom, a small seating alcove with a holoprojector and communications suite, and an ensuite refresher, sat at the back with an expansive viewport. Banks was there, unpacking a few choice pieces of clothing for the duration of the journey. Like the attire she was wearing now, these pieces were more functional than decorative: plain dark slacks, blouses, and sweaters. The big guns -- the dresses and jewels that were part of her public persona, were packed away in the cargo section of the ship. Banks stopped what she was doing when Natasi opened the door. "Ma'am," she said, nodding curtly to Natasi and then to Grav. "Captain."

"Would you leave us for a moment, Banks?" Natasi asked kindly. "Captain Grav needs to perform a routine sweep of the room.

If Banks was rankled by this request, she didn't look it. She merely bobbed her head and moved towards the door. "Of course, ma'am." She paused, gaze scrutinizing the Supreme Leader for a moment before she said: "One thing, milady: will you be changing for dinner?"

"I don't think so," said Natasi. "It's just us."

"Very good, ma'am. I'll be in the staff lounge if you or the Captain should require me."

Natasi watched her go, then gestured broadly for Grav to enter while she stood on the other side of the threshold. Something of her Galidraani modesty flared there; perhaps it was the lingering gaze of Banks on her way out the door. "I also wanted to ask about my children. Does this protection detail extend to the entire royal family? How does that work?"

Dyrn Grav

 

[Dyrn Grav]

​

With the terms of service to the Supreme Leader revealed, it was all the Guard Captain could do to remain in place until she had thought things through. The starship had taken off, rapidly to pass through atmosphere and into space. Lady Fortan looked pensive as she looked out the viewport. Undoubtedly there was much to contemplate, including the actual extent to which the Guardsman was permitted into her private life, which Dyrn felt no insult over the consideration or hesitation. Signing away much - if not most - of one's privacy was never something to take lightly; and it was Dyrn's hope that Lady Fortan believed his words, believed his willingness to honor her discretion and privacy.

Dyrn remained observant of his charge, as he watched her brow furrow, her chin rest on her fist, and her dark eyes regard Dosunn. He suspected he would see that expression a lot, for various reasons, yet also found it reassuring somewhat. In his time training, Dyrn had been educated on public and private records from the First Order, pertaining to Lady Fortan, and he had seen a number of holovids and addresses where her mannerisms and expressions were there for study. To say the Guardsmen, all of them to some degree, had become familiar with Natasi Fortan was an understatement, and it still felt slightly surreal to witness her in person.

I'm staring.

The Guard Captain averted his eyes, as he looked down to the desk, and focused elsewhere. It was then that the Supreme Leader spoke, having seemed to reach a conclusion to whatever had been circulating in her mind, and expressed acceptance of the situation. That was a relief. Disagreement between a charge and bodyguard was a surefire way to failure in duty and a loss in trust. Dyrn nodded when Lady Fortan mentioned more questions, happy to answer, though she sidelined those for the moment in favor of completing security tasks. Again, the Guardsman was relieved, as he planned to completely go through the starship to familiarize himself with the layout of the transport at a later point during the trip; so seeing the Supreme Leader's personal quarters would allow the bodyguard a chance to see the most pressing location sooner rather than later.

"I am glad we understand one another. And that is correct, your Excellency, the sooner I am able to sweep and secure your personal quarters, the sooner I can be out of the way," Dyrn said in a low tone, as he noted her smile. "I will also ensure to rest appropriately and utilize any accommodations provided, as you say, ma'am. There is little I could do directly from a threat in space, so I will try to accept that for now I must rely on Mr. Chamberlain's skills as your pilot."

It was... difficult for Dyrn to admit when he was, essentially, helpless in some situations. His skills were focused on deterring direct, physical threats, so a space combat was obviously outside of his capabilities. And he knew that that should have been rationale enough, but there remained that underlying agitation at relying on someone else, regardless. As far as Dyrn was concerned, the only one he could trust completely was himself - and the Supreme Leader, of course, that went without saying.

"I am more than content to train you, your Excellency," Dyrn nodded, as Lady Fortan stood and rounded the desk, passing by him. He turned to face her, to also free her path to pass, before following. The armor could remain in the office, there was little need for it, and Dyrn could return later to collect it when his charge wasn't leading the way like at present. "I am skilled in a range of styles that I am able to instruct in, so at your leisure we can determine a martial art suitable for you, and begin at your convenience."

Lady Fortan went on to ask about the bodyguard protocols, as she walked ahead down the corridor of the vessel.

"It would be ideal for my position to be at your right-hand side, within arms reach, so that I can cover you physically should a threat present itself. It also allows me to guide you with my left arm, while keeping my right arm free for weapon use. Given the worst case scenario, which would be a full assault on your person, I will cover you in my cloak for additional protection and physically move you as needed, ma'am... I apologize in advance for that eventuality," Dyrn said as he answered the questions presented and kept pace with his charge. "Regarding public crowds, I understand that certain expectations are required by the First Order and your station. And while not ideal, to be surrounded, please be aware the Guardsmen have trained extensively to cover and evacuate and get you out of harm’s way. The goal is no use of force, to get you away quickly and safely, as priority... so, you may suddenly have a Guardsman physically grab you, where it is requested you allow us to physically move you.

"When it comes to entryways, depending on the circumstance, a Guard will either step in front of you or behind you. Ideally, we can remain to your right, per standard positioning, but some doorways are narrow. Either way, your pace will not be impeded in those two situations, your Majesty."

That was doubly accurate for Dyrn, who tended to have to duck his head in most commonly sized doorways. The question about the gifts from people, that was a bit more extensive, and probably needed a longer explanation and detailed answer. So, for the moment, the Guard Captain went with a simpler response, just to avoid talking the Supreme Leader's ear off.

"When it comes to gifts from sentients or strangers, ma'am, our equipment is designed to recognize a long list of threats. However, if a Guardsman suddenly steps forward and takes the item from your person - whether preemptively or from your grasp directly - please trust that something has been determined a threat, and to immediately move behind your bodyguard, so we may provide a shield between you and the item. The Guardsman will deal with the object, to the extent they are able, then we will move with you to reach a new safety position."

There was more explanation in the dossier, but that more or less summed up the standard procedure without going into a range of variant explanations over specific circumstances or threats. Still, the mention of the brooch was of immediate concern, as Dyrn followed the Supreme Leader to the entry of her personal quarters - as he stopped in the doorway, after Lady Fortan had entered - and was greeted by a rather spacious room. It held all the standard equipment as one expected, and the Guard Captain's trained eyes began to gaze over it all from left to right. The Keshian's eyes began to ripple again, as his visual spectrums changed and adjusted, before he was content that things were in passing order - a more thorough sweep was still needed. It also seemed Ms. Banks was present, unpacking, to which Dyrn nodded at the lady in waiting as she greeted them.

"Ms. Banks."

The Supreme Leader excused her help, which left the pair alone, as the HDR politely asked about changing for dinner, which Lady Fortan didn't feel the need, and exited as the Guardsman moved out of her way. The pair were once again alone. It would likely happen a lot. When Dyrn was permitted to enter the quarters, he stepped inside and started to look at the points in the room that had been outside of visual range. The Guard Captain started to circle the room, as he produced a scanner from a thigh pouch as his leg armor remained, and went to task. Along the way, Dyrn glanced over to Lady Fortan as she asked about protection for her children...

"Our primary duty is to you, your Excellency. At present there are twelve Royal Guard, including myself. We are also training new Guardsmen, to bring that number to double." Dyrn crouched as he scanned under the bed. He tried to avoid touching the sheets and blankets as much as possible, but still had to shift some of them. "My apologies. I try to be as minimally invasive as possible. However, concerning your children, with our current number we are in a position to re-task several Guardsmen to protect them if you so wish, ma'am. You just give me the command, and it will be done."

On the bed itself, clothing items were laid out, courtesy of Ms. Banks. Dyrn cast a glance over them, with the materials being quite fine and high quality, as he moved on and finished the sweep. He took note and scans of trinkets, personal belongings, anything that he would need to remember in order to determine what might be new or unexpectedly present. The scanner results were likewise uploaded to his datapad and would be sent to the other appointed Royal Guard for detail awareness. A moment of discomfort was when the Guard Captain had to approach and scan Lady Fortan's more... delicate apparel, but thankfully the scanner was able to do so externally without need for prying...

"Ma'am, might I ask about the brooch you received? Do you happen to have it with you, on this trip? If so, I would request to see it."

Something about the gift mentioned earlier had caused some concern for Dyrn. He hoped it was nothing, but wouldn't forgive himself if it was and he didn't check into it. There also remained several questions that the Guardsman needed to ask, as he completed his scan and put the item back into the pouch it had come from. Dyrn stood near the Supreme Leader, out of her way, as he smiled and looked in her direction.

"I would also ask about your family, ma'am. How often do you visit them, do they also have entourages, and how comfortable or trained are they in security protocols and having bodyguards appointed to them?" The Guard Captain inclined his head, as he asked a potentially more private question, one that was reluctantly important to know. "And, again I apologize of which I seem to have done numerous times already, but given our proximity to your bed, might I ask about your Majesty's... more... intimate life, and if the Guardsmen are required to approve guest - or guests - who might otherwise stay for a time."

Dyrn looked down, his eyes sought out the pattern of the flooring, as he tried to avoid her dark eyes and any judgment that might be behind them...

Better to ask now and get it out of the way.

______________________________

Natasi Fortan​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

​

The Supreme Leader absorbed the information being provided by her Guardsman, trying to commit it all to memory. Natasi had a sharp mind and a firm grasp for detail, but that had been the case when she was the nucleus of the events taking place. Before her death, as Grand Moff she had been at the center of things, usually being the one implementing changes and imposing her will on others. Now, conversely, and almost perversely so, she was elevated to a title of almost unlimited power but was now expected to be above such pedestrian concerns as running the government or making choices. Now, she had things imposed on her -- things like this new Guardsman.

It would have been easy to resent the intrusion, and it was true that Natasi had been irritated by Delilah Graham's approach to things. It wasn't that Natasi wasn't shown the proper deference, although she hadn't. It was more that this had come as a fait accompli; Natasi had been informed rather than consulted. She could easily have resented Grav himself, the manifestation of the parody of imperial power that now rested in her hands. But he was polite, almost too apologetic for the circumstances that were beyond his control, and obviously competent. He seemed like a gentleman, at the very least, and while he was pawing through her clothing, at least he had the good grace to seem abashed by it.

Agreeable, too, she noted as he pledged to carry out her command. She wondered idly just how far he would take such a pledge, and laced her fingers together in front of her as she watched him continue to investigate her quarters. "When my children are on the capital, or in First Order space, I think it prudent that they benefit from protection -- whether that's Royal Guard like yourself, or some other manner of personnel like plainclothes detectives like the Horsemen. If possible, I would like you to arrange it," she added as he scanned the contents of her dressing table.

When he asked about the brooch, her eyebrows rose. Clearly he was not interested in fashion; he must have detected a security threat. "Banks took it," she said cautiously, her dark eyes narrowing as she tried to recall the exact circumstances. "My lady-in-waiting typically takes the letters and flowers, but Banks takes anything more substantial. These typically must be analyzed and cataloged. If it's on board, it will be in my jewelry case, in Banks' room. I'll ask her to fetch it if it's on board." Under even this basic level of scrutiny, the Galidraani noblewoman's practices that Natasi and her ladies maid engaged in seemed performative and a bit silly. Banks tended to know what pieces Natasi wanted to wear with what outfits, and would pull anything else that Natasi requested. Natasi crossed the room to the small writing desk and picked up a pen, scrawling a note to Banks to please retrieve the brooch in question and deliver it to Grav, then handed it to a steward outside.

The interrogation continued, the questions growing less comfortable as they proceeded. "Most of my family are gone," Natasi said stiffly, looking down at her fingernails studiously. "Aside from my children, who will split their time between Galidraan and Dosuun for the time being, until a more suitable and safe location can be found, I have my cousins. The Grand Moff, Ariel Yvarro, and her sisters and their families, as well as a tangle of relatives on that side who I have no relationship with. You needn't worry about visits to them." Natasi looked up again. "There's also Ariel's mother, Fiolette, with whom I do not enjoy a terribly close relationship."

The Supreme Leader's back straightened imperceptibly, a uniquely Galidraani reflex that, to the right audience, communicated a scandalized reaction. Her head tilted to one side. "I -- " she began, but her voice fell silent, a rosy tint creeping up her neck. "I -- " she tried again, but again seemed to choke on her words, the pink shade darkening as it climbed her cheeks. She fell silent, battling a rising tide of indignation, as if the mere suggestion that she even had an 'intimate life' placed her in the rogue's gallery beside notorious libertines like other members of her family tree. She realized that this was not quite the way everyone saw 'personal attachments.' Natasi was a Galidraani aristocrat from the old school, where the appearance of propriety was often more important than actual propriety.

"That's -- Captain." Her tone was bordering on exasperation, and she took a breath. He's only doing his job, Natasi reminded herself sternly. She cleared her throat and when she went on, her voice was steady. "My husband was killed at the battle of Dagobah some years ago. I died shortly thereafter. Since I was... reborn, if you can call it that, I have had neither the time nor the inclination for -- to pursue... that kind of companionship," she concluded diplomatically. She felt pressured to say more, and opened her mouth without knowing what else to say, but was saved by the ever-efficient Banks, approaching with her jewelry case, a reinforced and secured metal safe which the HRD handled with an easy grace. Natasi half-turned as Banks approached Grav.

"I gather you've some security concerns about Her Majesty's jewelry," said Banks simply. "I've brought the lot. The pearl brooch that Her Majesty recently received is in the bottom drawer. Is there somewhere you'd like me to place the case so you can examine it safely?"

Dyrn Grav

 

[Dyrn Grav]

​

The Guardsman had done his utmost to be delicate and respectful, without hindering his duties and under-performing to the detriment of the Supreme Leader's safety. He also knew that the time for apologies would soon be past, as the situation of protective detail had been set and done, and to continue to do so could cause other problems. Going through someone else's privacy for threats was not something the Guardsman wanted to do, but it was something he had to do, and thankfully both individuals were of the understanding that it was necessary. Lady Fortan had experienced previous security protocols, she had been through similar experiences, and ultimately Dyrn wouldn't shirk his responsibilities despite his personal reservations at intruding on her - It would be a disservice.

I will not compromise efforts toward Lady Fortan's safety, even if they impede on her.

Still, Dyrn knew the game, and understood that at some point a request or order would be made that would conflict with his duties. So far that hadn't happened, and what had been agreed to was within the scope of the Royal Guard mandates; but when it did happen, and it would, the Guard Captain knew tension would arise and it would be his job to remain resolute, uncompromising, if it was to keep Lady Fortan safe. It was no secret that sometimes the Supreme Leader needed to be kept safe from herself, especially with her willingness to do whatever it took for those under her care.

When it came to appointing Guardsmen to her children, or agreeing to assist in personal matters, at least the Guard Captain knew his being there would allow him to maintain security and protection; and not only that, but the less reason Lady Fortan had to act outside the protocols of her protective detail, to act independently, the less she would need to tempt danger without her Guard. So Dyrn would remain agreeable, to give the Supreme Leader a wide berth for wants, in order to remain closer as a result; an oxymoron, certainly, but if the protective detail was required to be flexible to remain effective, so be it.

"Your children will be protected by a separate Guardsmen team, your Excellency," Dyrn said without hesitation. "Members of the Royal Guard are capable of being covert, without armor, should the need arise. As much as I can respect the security of other details or teams, at the end of the day it is my responsibility to protect you. This includes beyond the physical. Emotional and mental well-being, by keeping your loved ones safe and allowing you less worry or concern, is by extension acceptable for Guardsmen duty."

It was soon after that the request for the brooch was sent through to Ms. Banks, to which Dyrn was grateful. It was also revealed that the lady-in-waiting was responsible for securing and keeping the various objects that were gifted upon the Supreme Leader, which was a good and proper method. It prevented several dangers. Whether that procedure changed remained to be seen, but for the current it was acceptable, and separated Lady Fortan from unknown objects that could be used for intentional harm.

"I understand, family is always a complicated thing, no matter who's it is," The Guard Captain nodded, hoping to alleviate some of the unintended discomfort he might have brought to Lady Fortan, as she thought about how many loved ones she had lost. The mention of the Grand Moff, an individual who possessed considerably more power behind the scenes than presented, made the Guardsman's jaw bunch for a moment. If there was to be conflict of interest, it would be from Ariel Yvarro, and her want to know about Lady Fortan's particulars. He added with a smile. "Should you ever wish to avoid seeing a undesirable relative, the Guardsmen can prove an effective obstacle, ma'am."

Still, whatever levity may have been gained from the interaction was likely lost, when it came to the more intimate discussion. Dyrn certainly noticed the change in Lady Fortan, his eyes seeing the heat rise across her skin, as she reacted in a way that was not unexpected, unfortunately. There was never an easy or inoffensive way to ask about sexual partners, and whether they would require clearance through protective services. In fact, the Guard Captain remained stock still as he avoided eye contact, out of respect for the lady he had caused to feel exasperated. It was also the first time Dyrn had witnessed the Supreme Leader with a tied tongue, unable to fully articulate sentences, and it made him ambivalent about the result of the questioning. On one hand, there was apprehension that it was needed at all, but on the other, also curiosity as the proper and regal Supreme Leader displayed she was, well, human.

"As you say, your Majesty, nothing else need be said," The Guard Captain spoke quickly, to avoid further discomfort for either of them, as he noticed Ms. Banks had returned at a very opportune moment. "And thank you, Ms. Banks. Let us make way to the storage area, which is typically a reinforced part of the ship. Your Majesty, it is your at your prerogative to follow, however when I begin examination, I do request you remain outside of the storage area with Ms. Banks."

With a half bow to the Supreme Leader, Dyrn walked over and procured the safe from the HRD. It was heavy, as one expected from a safe, but certainly not outside of the Guard Captain's capacity to life. His physical stature wasn't simply for show, after all. And from the memory of the starship layout he had been given prior, Dyrn started toward the storage bay. He passed by some offset corridors along the way, some closed doors, before the Guardsman reached the larger doorway to the area he needed.

"Please remain here," Dyrn said as he looked over his shoulder. He pressed the storage bay panel with his elbow, then stepped through. "Ms. Banks, if you would close the door, and prepare emergency escort of the Supreme Leader to the nearest escape pod, should anything detonate or damage the ship, I would appreciate it. I won't be a moment, ma'am..."

And once the door panel was pressed, as the doors began to close, Dyrn stood patiently and looked through the receding gap at Lady Fortan until the solid metal partitions joined and visibility was lost...

______________________________

Natasi Fortan​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Her eyebrows rose as she watched Captain Grav take the reinforced lockbox from Banks. Natasi couldn't have hoped to even shift it without help, but he seemed to have as little trouble with it as Banks, who had very little limitations on what she could lift with her bionic strength. The determination was apparent on his face. Who was this man that her safety was so singular a goal that he was willing to take a potentially explosive device into his own hands to get it away from her? It was, perhaps, ironic that she found it unsettling when she herself had done something similar when the Ssi-Ruuk came to Dosuun.

Natasi followed, giving a passing steward instructions to move her children to the escape pods immediately in case something went wrong. A quick glance at her wristwatch told her that it was nearly time for their dinner, but first things first. The only thing standing between a Yvarro and complete domination of the First Order was the Fortan bloodline. With Natasi and her heirs both on board, damage to this ship would be catastrophic. Perhaps something to discuss with her new security guru when there were less pressing matters for consideration.

The Supreme Leader watched as Grav took the lockbox into a reinforced storage area. He put it down and hit the door controls, and Natasi could only stand and watch, her fingers knitting together anxiously in front of her. Just before the doors shut, Natasi's eyes met Grav's. She wasn't sure he could sense the depth of gratitude she felt for his willingness to sacrifice, the admiration for his dedication to the ideals of the First Order, and the hope that it all came out right in the few seconds they shared a look before the doors sealed themselves.

"Did you submit that brooch for a security scan?" she asked Banks anxiously, half-turning to her faithful servant.

Banks nodded curtly. "Of course, Your Majesty," said the replica droid. "The field test is a cursory scan for explosive residue, but it came back negative. Did he say what he thought the matter was?"

"Not specifically," said Natasi, pacing away from Banks for a moment, still twisting her fingers as she fretted. "Just imagine how it will look if we blow up the first Guardsman that comes our way," she said irritably. "The Government will take it personally."

"Perhaps we should get you to the escape pod lobby, ma'am," said Banks, gesturing down the hall. "It's not safe here."

Natasi didn't like it, but she had to suspect that if she and Grav met in the afterlife and she had to explain why she was there, too, he would be much more perturbed than finding out she had abandoned the vigil outside the storage room to find safety. "All right," said Natasi, nodding hesitantly. "But you must tell me as soon as you hear anything."

Natasi found George and Reima sitting in the escape pod lobby. They decided to play a game of Go Fish while they waited -- waited to be evacuated or waited to be relieved. The children sensed the tension but didn't quite understand it; it manifested in Reima hurling a temper tantrum and flipping her chair when she lost. Natasi sighed and picked her up, sternly admonishing the little one, and took her to the window instead, hoping to distract the child with the pretty view.

Dyrn Grav

 

[Dyrn Grav]

​

The doors closed.

Dyrn stood there, in his combat suit, heavy safe in hands, as he put the thing down onto the decking and considered. A sense of uncertainty, of fear, passed through the Guard Captain, but it didn't deter him from his responsibility. His hands did not hesitate, his fingers remained steady, as he input the code for the safe and unlocked it. The briefing had included codes for several of the Supreme Leader's belongings, so there was no need to seek out the information. While the door whirred and unlocked, the Guardsman considered the situation, the processes that had been in place with scans and precautions by Ms. Banks, and the likelihood of a detonation. It stood to reason - and perhaps some degree of hope - that, were it actually a bomb, it would have been exploded prior to now.

But there was no safety in chance.

The storage bay was reinforced as a standard in most starships, to keep the hull secure against large cargo transport, so there was already a good degree of protection from a detonation. Additionally, the combat suit Dyrn wore was also highly reinforced, composed of layers that had high resistance. He would utilize it, as the Guardsman unzipped the top half of the suit, and pulled it free from his body. He placed it flat on the ground, before he sought the bottom drawer within the safe and opened it - to reveal the brooch in question. It was very ornate, quite pretty even, and the craftsmanship was obvious in the fine details etched across and around it.

Here we go.

Carefully, Dyrn held the brooch in his hands. His eyes began to ripple as he looked across the object with a range of visual spectrums, using the full benefit of his species to try and pick up on any kind of visual obscurity or clue. Nothing seemed to be amiss on the outside of the brooch, in terms of an explosive, but there was certainly something interesting inside it. So, the Guard Captain reached down to his boot and pulled out his vibrodagger, before he put the brooch down onto the shirt portion of his combat suit. He folded the durable armorweave over it, then reached inside with both hands, careful to maintain awareness of the blade - though it was deactivated, so the vibro-function remained off. With a shift in his eyesight, the Guardsman was able to perceive movement of his hands and the objects that were otherwise obscured by normal sight. He began to poke at the brooch with his dagger tip, using his pseudo-x-ray vision.

Definitely not explosive, but there is an odd electromagnetic signature contained within. I suspect...

Dyrn found the point he wanted, as the dagger tip activated a latch switch, and the brooch popped open. A hidden compartment. He pulled the items from under the cover of the combat suit and lifted the jewelry item to inspect closer. He immediately recognized some low-tech components, as well as a burst-transmission module, which were used in spying efforts. It was a combination that could be used to overcome active scans, as the module remained inert for long periods of time, before activating under certain circumstances - such as certain voices, if programmed that way. It stood to reason the procedure to scan the brooch had been perfectly done, but the electronics missed while powered down.

The Guardsman sliced the wiring, disabled the device, and removed the components from the brooch itself. He placed them to one side before he closed the latch, returned it to the bottom drawer of the safe, then proceeded to put the deactivated vibrodagger back into the boot sheath. Dyrn pulled out his comm and contacted Ms. Banks directly, as he looked down to the destroyed spy gear.

"Check has been completed, everything is secure, Ms. Banks," He said simply, before he reached down with his free hand and picked up the burst transmitter. He looked at it with narrowed eyes in his palm. "If you could return, with her Excellency, and enter the storage bay, I will show what was discovered. Be assured, there is no threat of detonation."

For a moment, Dyrn considered the brooch and the circumstances around it. Who might have planted it? An enemy to the First Order? Or perhaps someone closer to home, such as the FOSB? It would all require further investigation, including a full security sift of the event from those weeks ago, with all holo-footage being used to try and identify the individual who had given it to the Supreme Leader. But, until then, at least the threat of potential information breach had been avoided. The Guard Captain also took a moment to look over the other items in the drawers, but they seemed too fine and small to allow for components such as the other.

The door to the storage bay opening caused Dyrn to look up, as he realized his present state. He grasped the shirt of his combat suit, and stood quickly as he slipped it over his arms and secured it back in place. Just in case he had been witnessed in the unusual state of dress, the Guard Captain looked toward the entry and added. "An added precaution against explosive force. The combat suit was used to wrap around the brooch." He said in a low tone, before he knelt and locked the safe and motioned to Ms. Banks with a nod. "The brooch is now secure. While not an explosive, there were components for burst-transmission wiretapping. The intention was periodic spying, likely tuned to your voice for activation, ma'am... but it's destroyed, the brooch is now just a piece of jewelry and has been returned to the safe. If you could return the safe, Ms. Banks?"

Dyrn walked over to Lady Fortan, as he held out the wires and modules in his palm for her to see.

"I intend to have an investigation into the individual who gave this to you started shortly, your Excellency. Any details you can recall will help, though that can wait if you would prefer to keep the dinner schedule."

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Natasi Fortan​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

When Banks entered the lobby without the ship having been broken apart by an explosion, Natasi felt the knot in her stomach dissolve. They wouldn't die today. At least not from that brooch. "Captain Grav has requested our presence in the storage compartment, ma'am. Shall I ask Nanny to come in and take the children?" Natasi murmured her assent and then carefully handed her daughter, now dozing peacefully against Natasi's shoulder, over to the Nanny carefully. She brushed some chestnut curls from the child's forehead and kissed it before nodding to Nanny. "Please see that they have their dinner -- it's a little past their usual time, but circumstances intervened. Unfortunately I won't be able to join them this evening due to a security issue."

Nanny nodded. "Of course," she said. Natasi wondered if it was judgment that she saw in the woman's eyes. Natasi was not in the running for mother of the year, certainly, but she did her best with the time she had. Their safety was her top priority, and she hoped that that would be enough for them later in life. Besides, they were both Galidraani children of two Galidraani aristocrats. By the time they reached adulthood and parenthood on their own, they would see how it went.

Natasi watched them leave, and she stood motionless for a few moments, looking out the viewport at the mottle of hyperspace without seeing it. She pressed her hand to her mouth for a moment, then drew a kerchief from the pocket of her traveling outfit and dabbed her forehead. Banks leaned forward, raising her eyebrows, and said: "Ma'am? Captain Grav."

"Yes," said Natasi. "Yes, I'm coming." She remained still for a moment longer, then turned and followed after Banks. The doors opened and Natasi caught sight of the Guardsman in a surprising state of undress. Whether out of surprise or prurience or both, Natasi couldn't tear her gaze away from the sight of the Guardsman's bare chest and abdomen, until he made to put his shirt back on, then Natasi averted her gaze, looking over at Banks until Grav addressed them. Natasi looked over and then she and Banks entered the room.

The explanation was chilling to Natasi. Her eyebrows furrowed, forehead wrinkling with worry as he explained what he had discovered. Natasi examined the wires and paraphernalia in his hands, the inner works of the device distracting her a little, but not enough to let Banks go without further instruction. "When the investigation is over, I want that thing off my ship," she said. Banks curtsied and saw herself out. Natasi glanced towards the exit before looking up at her Guardsman again.

"It was..." she began, searching her memory. "About two weeks ago. I was at a gallery opening in the old Garden District." She put her hand to her chin, index finger stroking beneath her lower lip thoughtfully. "It was a woman -- an old woman, I thought at the time, but I don't remember much, I'm afraid. Except that she had the most beautiful green eyes. Solid, vivid green, like jade." Her eyes flickered up to Grav again, apologetic. She shook her head, eyebrows lofting in frustration. "I'm sorry, that's all I can remember. Perhaps the Horsemen would be able to provide their sensor data or visual records. I'd have to check the diary to see who was on the detail that day."

Natasi paused a moment and folded her arms around her trim midsection, taking a shaky breath. "Are you all right?" she asked after a moment. "Did it -- shock you, or anything?"

Dyrn Grav

 

[Dyrn Grav]

​

As the Supreme Leader looked over the remains of the bug device, Dyrn watched her from the corner of his eye. The situation had been unexpected, and it had only been due to a gut feeling based on his training that the Guard Captain had pursued the issue, though it was evident that some more involved protocols were needed. Still, the threat of a long term spying device wasn't necessarily an indication of threat, so much as it could be benign information gathering. Those responsible could just as easily be from a holopaper looking for a scoop, as they could be an infiltrating enemy force from another region of space. Without some more facts it was impossible to say.

By the time Lady Fortan had finished looking at the modules and components, and turned to tell Ms. Banks to remove the item when the investigation had been completed, Dyrn closed his hand and grasped the parts tightly in a fist. It also helped to stop his fingers from the shake of adrenaline leaving his system, as the Guardsman felt the fatigue begin to kick in; his body had been flooded with energy moments ago, in anticipation of possibly being faced with an explosive, and now his body had consumed what it needed for that alert state. Blood sugar had dropped, his arms were intermittently shaking, and his legs felt weak. Not to mention there was a fog in Dyrn's brain that he tried to mentally push through. He barely registered Ms. Banks leaving the storage bay.

Thankfully there was a moment of distraction, as Lady Fortan began to outline what she could recall of the incident. The information might have seemed broad and unhelpful, but the opposite was the case. With specific facts shared, the Guard Captain could already narrow down a range of search parameters and refine the results to considerably less than originally anticipated. On his datapad, Dyrn began to notate the information, and couldn't help but growl at himself internally as his fingers responded slower than normal on the buttons.

Push through this, you were trained for high tension situations.

"Elderly humanoid, potentially, with solid emerald eyes," The Guardsman repeated, as he nodded. "That might not seem like much, but it is very helpful, your Excellency. Once we can look into holo-recordings around the area, at around the same time of the encounter, we can backtrack and look for that individual across the network. If we're lucky, we'll find her movements before the hand off, and be able to track her path from the source."

For a moment, being so focused on the process, Dyrn could momentarily forget his current state. How tired he felt. Yet, the Supreme Leader paused, folded her arms, and then asked if the Guardsman was all right; if he had been shocked or affected by the situation. For several seconds Dyrn thought. He wondered if he should mention that, yes, the situation had shocked him; he had been prepared to die for Lady Fortan, after only several hours of being her protector, but he had been ready. He had considered his life, come to terms with his choices, accepted that if his life was lost to save her own - and those of her children - then it was worth the decades of training, hardship and struggle. That he had been terrified, but refused to allow that fear to control him, as he had been taught. He had been ready to die... to protect her.

"No, ma'am," The Guard Captain said with a smile and a nod. He kept his thoughts to himself in this instance. "Thank you for the concern. This is what I've been trained for. Are you all right, your Majesty?"

The Guard would listen, as he continued to keep his hands busy, to avoid showing the shake in them. Truth be told, Dyrn needed food or drink or something to help balance out his levels, to give his body energy again, but he wouldn't impose on the Supreme Leader until she had expressed whatever it was she intended to share. Once done, the Guardsman motioned to the entry that led back into the starship proper, and raised his eyebrows...

"With your permission, perhaps we might see about late dinner? A moment of normalcy after something like this is usually best for moving beyond it all... and I do admit, I am quite hungry at this point, if you don't mind my saying so, ma'am."

______________________________

Natasi Fortan​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

"I'm perfectly well," said Natasi automatically, although the discovery of the listening device was bothering her. It wasn't dangerous, exactly, but the implications were frightening. What else had she blithely accepted and passed along, thinking nothing of it? It was a humiliation; Natasi felt foolish. Perhaps, she told herself, because she had behaved like a fool. "I'm pleased you weren't injured. I saw the wires and -- well, I'm sure you know what you're doing." The Supreme Leader could sense that there was something different about the Guardsman. She couldn't read him, not yet, but it would have been understandable to feel the effects of the tension that came with dealing with a potentially deadly situation.

Natasi was more than happy to feed the Guard Captain, especially after the display of heroics he had just presented. "Yes," she said. "Yes, of course." She glanced at the delicate platinum wristwatch circling her wrist. George and Reima would likely still be in the dining room; she wondered if he would rather not deal with ankle-snappers at this stage in what was probably turning out to be rather a long day for him. She made a note to inquire, once he had had a chance to eat and settle, whether he had any of his own, or other family. Perhaps -- no, certainly -- it was none of her business, but she was curious. They would be spending much time together, and it would be even more rude to show no interest than to ask a mildly probing question.

"My children are probably finishing up dinner, so if you can stand them for a few moments, I'd be pleased if you'd join me in the dining room," she said. "But if you'd rather have some peace and quiet and take something to your quarters or in the galley below decks, I absolutely understand and there's no hard feelings."

She took up a position as he had previously described, with Grav on her right-hand side. Start as you mean to go on, and all that. He had time to consider his options, but Natasi felt suddenly uncomfortable in the silence. Her thoughts came out in a controlled pressure release, rather than a flood. "I suppose I thought -- we do have security protocols in place, and my quarters are swept for listening devices multiple times a day. Perhaps the thing was never active at the time of the sweeps. Or -- I don't remember having it out very much. It would have gone straight into the case." She jammed her hands into her blazer pockets, as if she could find reassurance for her insecurities inside.

"It's probably impossible to tell what, if anything, it was able to transmit," Natasi said dubiously, glancing sidelong at her guardsman as they reached the elevator lobby. Here was the crossroads. Left: the elevator that would take him to the staff section. Right: the short hallway to the dining room, where the murmur of quiet conversation could be heard. Either way he went, the food would probably be the same, so he didn't risk a bad meal. She stopped in the lobby, turning towards him. "What will it be, then?"

Dyrn Grav