The Countess of Kytrand
Wearing: Diplomatic Gown
Armed with: Subverter's Blade (Red Saberstaff)
Objective, attract followers of the Navis Sacra Faith to House Io, Learn the intracacies of Navis Sacra Religion and Ship Care.
Damascus Station
Home of a budding Religion attracting more and more followers every day, situated in the midst of a technological powerhouse called Damascus station. A situation ripe for opportunity....and an explosive powder keg with the Elysium Empire, which up to now, House Io has done its absolute best up to avoid antagonizing. But with the House's need for a well-trained, dedicated, and professional Navy dedicated to its ships, the possibilities posed by a religious group that considers ship upkeep a sacred duty, the potential is simply too good to pass up.
Initiating a meeting with
Grand Shepherd Burtch
fairly recently, Xiphos moves to secure tentative alliances by sending House representatives in secret to the Station, both to tempt the faithful with a vision of power, and to learn about this mysterious religion which may be vital to the House's survival as a space faring civilization.
Putting its best foot forward, Xiphos sends her adoptive Mother, the Sith Sorceress Countess Arianna Belasko along with handpicked representatives to plant the seeds of trust between the two space faring societies.
OBJECTIVES:
TEA TIME WITH THE COUNTESS
Countess Arianna Belasko is the wealthy, charming Heiress from Naboo, sent to speak to highly influential figures in the Navis Sacra Faith. Assist in helping answer any questions posed, try to get to know members of the other side and explain the nature of the House and who runs it. Do not Lie about its nature.
SHIP UPKEEP
Navis Sacra Adherents consider the ships fitted with its special living OS sacred and will not fly in an unblessed Angel. Work with technicians on their ships to understand their mindset, and prove the House takes its ability to survive in space just as seriously as you do.
BYOO
Damascus station is ripe with Possibility. Do whatever suits you!
Currently...
Countess Arianna Belasko stepped out of her private all white H-Type Nubian, dressed in silvery wear and with jeweled rings adorning her fingers, ears studded by long ropes of diamond, her neck surrounded by a black iron chain that ended in a pendant with a green Kyber at the center. She looked like a million credits and had the seductive smile to match as she fixed it on the deck officer to this hangar, flanked by General Purpose Nuetralizers.
"Ummm...uh..." he froze, paralyzed by her severe beauty, skin so flawless it was almost aggravating.
"Greetings, she said seductively, the purr in her voice freezing him cold. "I'm here on the special permit assigned to me..."
She handed him an official letter saying she was here on a diplomatic waiver along with all House representatives, and that their presence was not to be announced or recorded in any official capacity.
Eyeing her strangely he only nodded.
"In light of this news, I wave the docking fee." the Officer said quietly.
"Thanks..." Arianna purred softly, "You're a darling..."
She winked at him and proceeded into the station proper, along with whoever else happened to come along...
Alessandra Io
Percival Io
Akemi Io
Kay-Larr
Naivia Neryn
Taji Nelson II
Armed with: Subverter's Blade (Red Saberstaff)
Objective, attract followers of the Navis Sacra Faith to House Io, Learn the intracacies of Navis Sacra Religion and Ship Care.
Damascus Station
Home of a budding Religion attracting more and more followers every day, situated in the midst of a technological powerhouse called Damascus station. A situation ripe for opportunity....and an explosive powder keg with the Elysium Empire, which up to now, House Io has done its absolute best up to avoid antagonizing. But with the House's need for a well-trained, dedicated, and professional Navy dedicated to its ships, the possibilities posed by a religious group that considers ship upkeep a sacred duty, the potential is simply too good to pass up.
Initiating a meeting with

Putting its best foot forward, Xiphos sends her adoptive Mother, the Sith Sorceress Countess Arianna Belasko along with handpicked representatives to plant the seeds of trust between the two space faring societies.
OBJECTIVES:
TEA TIME WITH THE COUNTESS
Countess Arianna Belasko is the wealthy, charming Heiress from Naboo, sent to speak to highly influential figures in the Navis Sacra Faith. Assist in helping answer any questions posed, try to get to know members of the other side and explain the nature of the House and who runs it. Do not Lie about its nature.
SHIP UPKEEP
Navis Sacra Adherents consider the ships fitted with its special living OS sacred and will not fly in an unblessed Angel. Work with technicians on their ships to understand their mindset, and prove the House takes its ability to survive in space just as seriously as you do.
BYOO
Damascus station is ripe with Possibility. Do whatever suits you!
Currently...
Countess Arianna Belasko stepped out of her private all white H-Type Nubian, dressed in silvery wear and with jeweled rings adorning her fingers, ears studded by long ropes of diamond, her neck surrounded by a black iron chain that ended in a pendant with a green Kyber at the center. She looked like a million credits and had the seductive smile to match as she fixed it on the deck officer to this hangar, flanked by General Purpose Nuetralizers.
"Ummm...uh..." he froze, paralyzed by her severe beauty, skin so flawless it was almost aggravating.
"Greetings, she said seductively, the purr in her voice freezing him cold. "I'm here on the special permit assigned to me..."
She handed him an official letter saying she was here on a diplomatic waiver along with all House representatives, and that their presence was not to be announced or recorded in any official capacity.
Eyeing her strangely he only nodded.
"In light of this news, I wave the docking fee." the Officer said quietly.
"Thanks..." Arianna purred softly, "You're a darling..."
She winked at him and proceeded into the station proper, along with whoever else happened to come along...





