Private Inquisition on Ra'Katha

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There was an audible breath as the Allegiance dropped from hyperspace flanked, as usual, by twin Obsidian Scythe frigates, and an escort wing of Odyssey fighters. Voph smiled to himself quietly. Ra'Katha was a planet he'd yet to visit, but he was already familiar with the climate. Akin to Tatooine, which Voph had always found a rather enjoyable locale. Perhaps that was just him, though. The Odyssey craft, as usual, broke off to return to the main fleet, which waited on the borders of the host planet. Much akin to Voph's last destination, the planet was located at the edge of Confederate Space, but unlike his last visit, it was perched near neutral territory, not that of another supernation.​

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The Allegiance began to dip towards the planet's atmosphere as Voph reviewed the meager notes he had on Ra'Katha. In truth, the most he'd encountered the Viceroy was the meeting that invoked the clause of Inquisition from the Constitution. Ra'Katha, as a whole, was content to keep to themselves. Or at least, such was the impression Voph had been given, whether it was true or not. "This is Lord Commander Voph to Ra'Katha control, requesting docking for The Allegiance and our escort vessels. Please alert the Viceroy to our arrival."​

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As he had done previously, Voph had arrived unannounced. He wished to see what form of response this would generate, if any. Voph turned to leave the command deck, gesturing to the waiting Nephilim soldiers to prepare to disembark. They would soon be touching down. And hopefully the reception would be warmer than the last time they visited a confederate planet on official business...​

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Bastille Rommer | Open to KO, Ra'Katha Natives, Inquisition, or other relevant parties

 

[Bastille Rommer]

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"Mva'Kemotar," a courier spoke, bowing as he addressed the Kemotar. "Lord Commander Voph of the Knights of Obsidian has requested landing permission." Bastille Rommer, Viceroy and Kemotar of Ra'Katha, who had been at his wooden desk writing away at a missive to the Khumrun ce'Tihra, looked up. At once, the situation struck a familiar chord to him; he had been in the exact same room when another Confederate had paid a visit to the planet. Unlike the Exarch, however, Bastille was unfamiliar with this Lord Commander and the Knights of Obsidian which he commanded, and his curiosity once more was piqued. Standing up with a feeling of deja vu, Bastille nodded towards a servant standing in-waiting, who understood the wordless command. Turning to the courier, he smiled. "Inform the Lord Commander that I will be personally escorting him to the palace."

Ra'Katha's sun shown brightly down onto Saltuhn, the capital of Ra'Katha, but inside Bastille's palanquin, the heat could scarcely be felt. The box was carpeted comfortably and hovered off of the ground, pushed along its way by two stalwart servants. In times of past, the box had actually been carried by as many as eight able-bodied men, but technology had quickly rendered that obsolete. Only faint streams of sunlight shone into the box through curtained windows, and Bastille had to admit that the repulsorlifts made a much smoother ride. As his procession made its way down Coperr street to the spaceport, Bastille was provided ample time to reflect on all that had taken place since the tumultuous meeting in which the Vicelord had announced the inquisition.

In scarcely a week, Ra'Katha had gone from having little traffic and no visitors of worth, and now two of the most powerful, if not famous men, in the Confederacy had deigned to visit. The first had been Alkor Centaris, a newly-appointed Exarch who had come to Bastille with questions around Ra'Katha's state and to suggest that the planet take what would paramount to a role of leadership with its galactic neighbors. Now the Lord Commander of the Knights Obsidian was journeying to the desert planet, and unlike Exarch Centaris's visit, Bastille held an inkling to why Ra'Katha was being graced by the Lord Commander's presence. Bastille had been present for the meeting in which the Vicelord had announced the Inquisition, and the Kemotar was certain that it was this Voph who was at its head. That only made the Lord Commander's presence even more mystifying, however; Ra'Katha had done nothing, to Bastille's knowledge, that would warrant suspicion.

Nevertheless, even this may surprise him, Bastille concluded as a rap on the front of the box indicated to him that they had arrived. Stepping out into the bright sunlight, Bastille did not feel the need to shield his eyes; he would not be cowered by something as trivial as Ra'Katha's sun. He now stood at the landing zone, waiting for the Lord Commander to arrive and disembark.

 

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As the Allegiance settled down onto the berth, Voph nodded to his Nephilim. As the ramp lowered, they marched out in unison to herald his arrival, and paused at the foot of the ramp, stepping aside to allow the Lord Commander through. Voph, of course, was dressed in his typical obsidian robes, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. "Viceroy Rommer. A pleasure to finally speak with you in person." Voph paused before the man, offering a stiff bow of greeting. An odd verbal greeting, one might think, as the two had never spoken directly across any medium. "I am, as you may have already guessed, here on business, I'm afraid."​

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Voph gestured back towards the city, indicating they could walk and speak, or at the very least ride in the case of the Viceroy. "I travel with two ships carrying a garrison of Knights, which I wish stationed on this planet for the duration of our inquest. Their presence shall hardly be noticed by you or your people, save for the positive benefits of our operations. However, for the immediate moment, I request that we find some place more comfortable in which to hold our talks. There is much to discuss."​

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Bastille Rommer ​

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[Bastille Rommer]

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The blind man -- Bastille had been reminded that he was blind, a detail that he'd forgotten about the Lord Commander -- came off as brusque to the Kemotar as he stiffly bowed and greeted him. Bastille's returning bow was much more fluid and natural, perhaps because it was solely because that was the common form of greeting on Ra'Katha, or perhaps because Bastille was more suited to the arena of politics and niceties than the Lord Commander was. It was all irrespective anyways, Bastille supposed, and as the Lord Commander began to inform the Kemotar that a garrison of the Knights of Obsidian was to be stationed for the duration of his visit. A slightly odd gesture, but not one without its reasons; it had only been a few months since the Golden Masks had been subdued, and no one could know if this recent visit could spawn new anti-Confederacy sentiments.

The Lord Commander finished with his opening statement, and Bastille smiled and gestured towards the palanquin that had carried him to the spaceport. "I have brought a palanquin to take us both back to the Palace, where you will find it much cooler and more suitable for discussion. I'm afraid, however, that it can only comfortably sit two men inside. I assure you, however, that you will have no need for your Knight bodyguards, or at least for the journey. I am no warrior, as you can plainly see. . ." Bastille's words trailed off at the sight of the cloth wrapped around where the Lord Commanders' eyes were. "My apologies. A poor choice of words. But I can assure your safety while we travel," the Kemotar said at length, stepping into the palanquin as a servant held open a curtain for the Lord Commander to enter in after him.

 

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Voph smiled thinly at Bastille's comment of not being a warrior 'as you can see.' "No offense taken, Viceroy. Believe me, I see more than you might think." Voph did not seem irritated, not at any fault of the Viceroy's. No, his mood was more inclined to one that was...tired. One that had heard this all before. An insistence that no offense was taken by assuming that he could see, then acting as if he could not. For many people, it was natural. Miraluka, after all, were not as common as the other species in the galaxy. Voph turned, in answer to the Viceroy's gesture towards the palanquin, and stepped within, selecting a seat opposite his host. "Suitable for discussion, perhaps. I, however, have spent my fair share on Tatooine. I am no stranger to heat."​

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Voph turned his head to look out at the passing landscape as they rode. "Ra'Katha reminds me greatly of that planet. Invokes a certain nostalgia." Voph smiled fondly at old memories as he looked back to the man sitting opposite him. "But, we can reminisce about the days before at another time. I am curious. Before we begin to discuss things officially, what have you to say about this Inquisition? What would you do if such a responsibility were given to you? To search among your brothers for the one that would betray you, knowing with every step that the ones you are sworn to defend will hate you for what you must do?"​

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Bastille Rommer​