Iron & Silver Treaty [Iron Empire & Order of The Silver Jedi]

[Isamu Baelor]

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Since its inception, the Iron Empire had been mired in war. First the Crossbone Kings, then the One Sith. The young nation had expanded quickly, liberating planets from the grasp of the crumbling Sith empire. With their war coming to an end, it was time to rebuild. To thrive.

They had reached out, and requested to parley with the Order of the Silver Jedi. Though they had once fought one another, under opposing banners, it was time to look to the future. Time to forge friendships, for the betterment of the Iron Imperial people.

Above the icy-blue world of Csilla, a large concentration of Iron Imperial ships lumbered. The Royal Fleet, Battlegroup Gryphon, and Chiss Ascendancy stood watch, so as to protect the wounded planet, from any further Sith incursions.

The planet yet bore scars, from the One Sith’s attempted genocide. Its landscapes disfigured, blemished with the wreckage of suicidal One Sith capitol ships. Its cities defiled, buildings turned to rubble. And its people displaced, their homes destroyed.

Though wounded, the spirit of Csilla’s people did not shatter. They pushed forward, and with the support of their Iron Imperial brethren, rebuilt. Aid flooded in from all corners of the Iron Region. Medical supplies, food, materials, and credits.

The diplomatic talks were scheduled to be held at the House Palace, in the heart of Csaplar: capitol city of Csilla. A strong military presence was deployed throughout the city, particularly to that of the parliamentary building.

At Csaplar’s spaceport, a squad of Iron Wolves awaited the Silver Jedi's primary delegation. Ordered to escort the Grandmaster, and his cohorts, they were to keep them safe, as they traveled to the House Palace.

It may have appeared an inhospitable welcome to outsiders, but it was a necessity. The safety, and security, of the Iron Imperial citizens was paramount.

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

Never in his life would he have thought that he would be fine with allying with the Jedi. After the destruction of the One Sith on Coruscant by the Jedi, Krayzen had always believed that he would get his revenge once he repaired. But, alas, a decade of spending time in the Unknown Regions had changed him drastically. Even then however, it seemed his loyalty to Isamu would make him do things he never thought he would have done.

Krayzen had been given the task of leading the Silver Sanctum delegation to the House Palace for the treaty to be signed. He wondered what his former master, Konrad, would have thought of what Isamu was doing, as he knew the two were close colleagues. The Iron Knight had not heard from his old friend for a while, but he had a feeling someone of Konrad's ability would have survived the onslaught by the Galactic Alliance.

As he waited for the arrival of the Silver Sanctum delegation, Krayzen wondered how they would react to him, and vice-versa, especially as the man emitted a dark-side signature. He was thankful that the meeting had not taken place in a world like Illum, where he had previously experienced foreseen difficulties. Even then though, Krayzen had his mind focused on the task at hand, and making sure the SSJ were well treated.

When the shuttle arrived, the Anzat had his hands behind his back, overlooking it arrive at the spaceport. Guards were in a horizontal fashion, each in a military salute, among other ceremonial traditions to make it as 'official' as it could be. He waited to meet the Jedi members face to face, and hoped they would feel welcomed.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

"Double the guards around Csaplar," Daegon, Lord-Commander of the Wolfsglaive ordered, his brow furrowed. "Just because they're Jedi doesn't mean they won't be trouble. Our duty is to protect those under our care." His distrust of Force users was evident in his tone. Good or evil, to him they were all the same. With enough temptation, even a saint could become the devil.

"Yes sir," came the reply of the soldiers, seasoned warriors and veteran of many wars. Like Daegon, they too did not trust Force users and would remain vigilant to ensure the civilians under their charge remain undisturbed.

"To your posts then," the Lord-Commander commanded the men. "The Emperor wants this to be a successful diplomatic mission so should either the civilians or our guests cause any trouble, intervene before any harm can be caused. You are dismissed."

What a pain, the scruffy cyborg thought to himself as he watched the soldiers reports to their posts. He had never been a fan of running big operations but if it was the Emperor's order, he could only oblige. He had sworn his loyalty to the Full Metal Emperor after all.

"Everything is ready," the cyborg muttered into his comlink.

 

[Aster Rose Baelor]

"Perfect," Aster smiled admiring her reflection in the mirror. The day she had eagerly been waiting for, the day of the diplomatic talks with th Silver Jedi Order had finally arrived. If the meeting went well, she would be able to take up Jedi Sorel Crieff's offer without an issue. I wonder if she will be part of the diplomatic envoy, the blonde thought, taking one last look in the mirror before she left her private quarters and was met by her bodyguards for the day.

Dressed in standard Iron Empire armour, the men greeted her with with a simple nod of the head and escorted her to the air speeder that was waiting for her outside the small mansion. "Thank you," Aster whispered as one of the men opened the door of the vehicle for her while the other started up the speeder.

Though the House Palace was only a short walk away from her private residence, the young Lady Baelor was feeling rather impatient today and wanted to arrive at the location of the diplomatic talks as soon as she was able to. Even if she was to arrive too early, she could simply head to the building's library and search for books on the Jedi to read. Ever since she learnt of her own Force sensitivity from Sorel, the history of the Jedi intrigued her.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

I was a perfectly brilliant day. As frigid as Runa's icy cold stare and as chilling to the bone as any on Midvinter. Theo did not have time to relish the conditions however, to allow the ice to burn his cheeks and set the blood to hot, no, the only thing Theo was doing as pacing the steps that led up to the doors of the House Palace. "They're late", he said as he passed on of the guards assigned to the doors, not that he cared of course. They're always late.

Theo had not returned to Voss after the mission on Ilum, had sent a report to this father, but failed to mention he would be staying and joining the Iron Empire. His father would find out soon enough as his son would greet him on the steps as he arrived on which they would enter through the doors and it would be the first time Theo would see inside the House Palace.

He stopped abruptly, as the sound of heavy footfalls gained his attention, a passing patrol of military men marched across the street and into the adjoining block. It was a display of might to be sure, a 'parade' to show the strength of the Iron Empire to any that watched and would be a show for the Silver Jedi. However, as soon as they passed Theo went back to his duty of pacing, his hands adjusting and re-adjusting his robes of the Iron Lords and the black fur cloak of Midvinter over his shoulders.

The only taste of diplomacy Theo had in the past was when he and his father and uncle had happened upon the Beorni when traveling The Great Maw of Midvinter during his Rite of Passage. Although it had been a tense meeting, they had secured a treaty between the two races of that majestic planet. This would be another taste for him, but he would be here to observe. And, of course, to see his family.

 

[Bato Golden]

As Bato Golden walked up the many, many, steps to the House Palace, he was torn. First of all, he had no idea if he was actually required to be here. He didn't think he needed to be, but the Iron Empire had a severe lack of artists he had found, and it was best to make a good first impression regardless.

No, his chief worry was that the meeting would be incredibly dull and boring, more so than normal diplomatic meetings. He loved politics as much as the next guy, but he had only met three Jedi in his life before now, when he consulted with them as experts for a role, and they were exceedingly droll as individuals. Always talking about their "Force" thing that he could never experience but still was important for him to be in balance with, somehow. Bato was convinced that somewhere in the galaxy, there were actual monks who did less lecturing than those three. And anyone who thinks bath robes are the height of monastic fashion couldn't be that good a conversationalist.

Plus on a lower level, they kinda creeped him out.

But regardless, he had decided to go. Maybe these Jedi would be fun and less creepy. Besides, the meetings could use a touch of culture, and he was happy to provide.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Next on Discovery Channel...

The majestic Beorni.

Home to the glacial plains of Midvinter's arctic regions, the Beorni is a fierce survivalist and predatory hunter. Watch the poise, the posture, as it lowers its head. The haunches raised. The puffball-like tail twitching vigorously, indicating that the beast is about to pounce.

Now this was another planet the way that planets were meant to be!

Whilst [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] was dutifully pacing, the young cub was performing his own duty-bound obligation. That being, the youngling was pouncing from step to step, up and down the stairs upon which his master was pacing, diving upon the drifts of snow that had been collecting on the tiered ledge leading up toward the palace doors.

Csilla was positively charming. It was so nice! This was definitely a planet that he hoped Master Theo would want to spend some more time on. It was the perfect place for naps.

Also, for hibernating.

And the people were so colorful! Blues and reds and whites... he had a whole sketchbook worth of ideas he wanted to paint. It was positively inspiring, all of it.

It really reinforced the idea that ice planets were the best planets.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

She was a relatively newly appointed Master. Her attempts at being a Warden had received mixed reviews – but she hadn't started any wars. At least none she was aware of. But she was not a diplomat. Far from it – her abilities in negotiations were not a long list. She was a straight-talker. And she had latterly learned the ability to reserve judgement.

Her younger self would not be someone that should have been allowed anywhere near the conversations that were about to take place. But this Sorel, the Jedi Master with a string of Padawans under her belt, was an entirely different proposition. Not that she would take a lead in any of the conversations. Far from it, she would support and point out inconsistencies in as non-threatening a manner as possible. But she was no negotiator and even less a diplomat.

Part of her hoped the negotiations were short – and for the right reasons! And part of her wondered if she’d meet Aster once more. She’d visited the planet before – under entirely different circumstances – and so at least had some dealings with the Iron Empire – however minor. Which was a reason to include her, if nothing else.

[member="Kiriko"] [member="Bato Golden"] [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="Daegon Vaelaellis"] [member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Order of the Silver Jedi: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Serenna"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="D’in Ss’ikoo"] | [member="Kiriko"]
Iron Empire: [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Daegon Vaelaellis"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Bato Golden"]

The long journey largely conducted through hyperspace was a time of introspection for the Grandmaster, spending many hours in deep meditation. The wound of [member="Connor Harrison"]'s leaving the Order was still fresh, and he couldn't help but mourn the loss of his oldest friend as if he was no longer with them. He'd sensed it when his wife [member="Coci Heavenshield"] severed him from the dark side of the Force, leaving Connor with but a small fragment of his powers - those still clinging to the Jedi ways. In a way it brought Thurion hope knowing there was still a chance at redemption for their fallen brother, although he imagined Connor would never see it that way, unfortunately. He had grown all too stubborn over the years.

Still, when his wife's presence filled the circular room where he sat hovering several feet above ground, a peaceful sigh escaped him along with a smile. She placed her hand upon his shoulder to let him know that they had reached planet Csilla, and Thurion's eyes opened as his feet touched the ground. He turned to face her, and his smile widened as he took her hand to place a most tender kiss upon. "I love you," he told her, plain and simple. Leaning forward until their foreheads met, he then proceeded to wrap his arms around her for a close embrace. He needed to feel her warmth, her soothing aura.

"Come," he finally spoke after several moments of blissful silence. "Our son is waiting."

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As the ship carrying the delegation of Silver Jedi broke through the clouds, Thurion gathered them all around for a quick briefing.

"The pilot wishes to inform us that estimated time of arrival is five minutes. I trust you are all dressed appropriately; Csilla isn't exactly known for its fair weather," he chuckled before rubbing his hands together. "Now, we all know why we're here so I will be brief: We're here to meet with officials from the Iron Empire, by invitation from the Emperor himself. You'll find that they are quite different from what we are used to, but even so I expect you to be on your best behaviour as is befitting a Jedi." He looked them all in the eye as he spoke, knowing full well he most likely came across as a nagging parent.

Once the Silver ship was safely on the ground inside the spaceport, the Jedi delegation was soon met by a guard force. They certainly didn't lack for discipline, he thought to himself while descending the ramp to meet with their escort.

 

[Catherine Soja]

Order of the Silver Jedi: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Serenna"] | Catherine Soja | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="D’in Ss’ikoo"]
Iron Empire: [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Daegon Vaelaellis"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Bato Golden"]


Wearing green robes today she listened to Master Heavenshield and nodded as they landed. Her first diplomatic assignment yay? As a Knight now she had all sorts of extra duties tacked onto her as a guardian. As she looked to the guards that met them she silently watched them feeling out any trouble signs from the force. None so far so she simply followed wherever the delegation was taken. She wasint sure how much she liked the idea of an Empire as an ally but so far republics were falling apart faster every year it seemed.

 

[Serenna]

Her homeworld was... saying fair weather wasn't exactly accurate when she was standing there looking at everything they were presenting here with a group. She could see Sorel and the grandmaster, the master of the order but there were others there. The chiss was standing there in her robes with the bright red eyes looking out. She rather liked being in a diplomatic party. It was easier to help for peace and try to get what they needed as she was sending off every wave she could from her aura to make it calming. "Fair is an understatement. I recommend the environmental circlets or a bodysuit to protect yourself and..." She wasn't really certain who the Iron Empire were but they were not chiss wwhich would be strange but alright she could work with it. "Haven't been home for awhile, last time my brother was trying to show off his mandalorian bride."

 

[Kenrath]

Order of the Silver Jedi: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Serenna"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="D’in Ss’ikoo"]
Iron Empire: [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Daegon Vaelaellis"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Bato Golden"]


Location: Palace Entrance

Viktor stood in full Warden dress uniform outside of the entrance to the palace from where the Silver Jedi delegation would be entering. A step behind and to the side of him was Captain Stanforth in full Army Dress uniform. He waited for their guests to arrive. He believed in the ceremony of the occasion but wonder how the presence of so many troops would be viewed by their guests. For that reason Viktor's onw troops were absent with on Captain Stanforth present.

Viktor stood at what best good be described as modified parade rest. The Captain on slightly a bit more relaxed. After a few minutes the Captain spoke.

"Sir, the delegation has landed and should be headed this way in five mikes."

Viktor nodded.

"Thank you Captain."

Viktor would wait with a calm patience for the guests to arrive. When they did Captain Stanforth would snap to attention as Viktor took a step forward and extend a hand to [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] hoping he correctly guessed who was in charge.

"I am Warden Viktor Alexander welcome to Csilla. I hope your journey was uneventful. If you will please follow me I will take you to the Emperor."

Viktor smiled a warm and genuine smile giving a respectful nod to each person present giving enough time for any introductions the delegates want to give before turning to head into the building.

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

As Krayzen felt the light side emitting from the ship, he knew that two-three presences distinguished itself from the entire Jedi delegation. He correctly guessed that they were the Jedi Masters that weer leading the delegation, and that Thurion, and Coci were among them.

When the Jedi delegation exited out of the exit hatch of their ship, the Anzat nodded after Viktor, spoke, and Krayzen also decided to speak. "I am General Dratos, I a welcome you to the heart of the Iron Empire, Csilla." Krayzen stated. Krayzen hadn't seen [member="Isamu Baelor"] in a while, so he wondered to himself how he would react to his presence.

After the introductions had occurred, Krayzen waited for them, before heading to the House Palace alongside them. Soon, they would reach Isamu, and Krayzen nodded toward Isamu. "General ...sorry, Emperor Baelor." Krayzen said, making sure to correct his mistake. He still felt weird seeing Isamu, the man he had seeing for years as a general, serve as an Emperor. If there was anyone who deserved it, it was him though, and Krayzen wondered why he hadn't seized the position of Dark Lord of The Sith when he could have.


[member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member=Serenna] [member="Catherine Soja"] [member="Sorel Crieff"] [member="D’in Ss’ikoo"] [member=Kiriko] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Daegon Vaelaellis"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="Bato Golden"] [member="Viktor Alexander"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

She had stood in the doorway of the meditation room watching her husband. Of recent times, the years of life had began to show on them with the lines written on their faces, and each one of them would tell the story of good and bad times. Recently for them both, the bad times had visited them through war not only with the Sith but more sadly, a once ally in the Mandalorians and to this day it baffled her as to why. Their reasoning was not valid, but regardless of this they had sort to avenge for something they did not have a right to avenge for.

And there was more, something more personal to them both and to the Silver Order in the fall of a dear friend and Jedi, their once protector Connor Harrison. That day in which she did what she thought to be the best course of action, in confronting him to do what she had decided was for the best for him and the people of the galaxy in severing him from the force, at least to reduce it to a low level in which she hoped he would find his way back to the light and to them. This event had taken a lot from her, not just in energy but from her soul and she felt empty. Coci had little time to speak with Thurion about this, and she hoped that when there was a pause in duty, she will.

When she approached him and placed her hand on his shoulder, it was touch a connection of life once more, the physical connection to the here and now made her forget for a moment. Thurion's presence never failed to make her feel valuable, wanted and loved.

"I love you too, with all that is me", she would simply whisper to him as their foreheads touched and for those few quiet moments, they existed in their own world. But like all thing, they end and they prepared themselves to arrive and meet with the leadership of the Iron Empire. This was going to be interesting, and she looked forward to this, although diplomatic talks makes her mouth go dry at the thought of it. She would leave most of the work to Thurion on this occasion, and she was looking forward to seeing her son once more.

"We never could keep that boy in one place for long", she smiled at the mention of his name. Coci had readied herself before finding her husband, and left the ship along side him and the rest of those that joined them, dressed in Silver Order robes of a Jedi. "General Dratos, Warden Alexander thank you for your welcome. I am Master Coci Heavenshield, Master of The Order of the Silver Jedi", that all sounded rather formal and she bowed with a slight smile.

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| [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Viktor Alexander"] | [member="Serenna"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="Kiriko"] | [member="Bato Golden"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Daegon Vaelaellis"] | ​

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Sorel fell into line as they were greeted. Unlike others, who seemed to have found ceremonial robes from some source, she wore her usual fare. They were clean and were entirely presentable – but she dressed as she spoke – straightforward and down to earth. She was a working Jedi and had no airs and graces.

Not that she judged anyone who did – those days were long behind her – but just as she chose not to critique others, she did not expect anyone to rank her by her clothes.

So she bowed formally when the hosts introduced themselves. She was unsure if the number of ‘welcomers’ reflected the importance of their visit or an indecision as to who should be the official greeter. The first was in dress uniform and he carried himself with style and grace. Sorel wondered if he were a politician as the title was ambiguous enough to mean anything – and she felt he would reveal nothing of himself unless he wanted to. Often the mark of the diplomat.

The other was a general of the Empire by all accounts and his presence reinforced the title. He carried himself like a man accustomed to leading and judging by his aura, he was a Force user. The sort of man you’d want alongside you in a battle situation, not on the opposing side.

Of course Sorel kept her tongue, allowing Coci and Thurion to initiate any conversation. Sorel would remain tight-lipped unless addressed directly. She kept her head still but her eyes revealed the fact she was taking in their surroundings as they were escorted to wherever the meeting was due to take place.

 

[Vinten Veers]

"Have you got everything? My datapad, my keycard, everything!?" Vinten was furious with his droid. The protocol droid had made him wait three times in his airspeeder. Every time Vinten asked if the droid had remembered what he needed, the droid had left it behind.

"Yes sir. Everything is in order." The droid sat in the drivers seat, beside Vinten. Behind them were Vinten's guards, full black with capes draped over their shoulders. They sat their rifles beside them, hoping to not knock them over.

"It's about time! Now let's go! I was supposed to be there before the other diplomats arrived. Do you forget that I am the High Warden of this planet! It is fairly important that I actually appear at negotiations on the planet I watch over." Vinten was waiving his arms and pointing at his droids. His face was lacking any happiness whatsoever.

"I am sorry sir. I am sure the negotiations haven't begun yet." The droid carefully took off, heading down the street toward the palace.

"I am not worried about them beginning. I am worried I will look bad!"

After a short speeder ride, the group arrived. Vinten had cooled off, but still had a sneer on his face/ He climbed out, and his guards were close behind. His droid stepped out and followed behind them. Vinten was walking quickly, making his way up the stairs and straight to the room where the talks were to be held. He wasn't willing to miss anything, and if he had, he would have his droid dismantled.

[member="Sorel Crieff"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Viktor Alexander"] @Serenna @Catherine Soja [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @Kiriko @Bato Golden [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="Daegon Vaelaellis"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]

 

[Isamu Baelor]

The Iron Empire’s delegation comprised of those from the Iron Empire, and Chiss Ascendency. The men, and women, sat within the great hall of the House Palace. Situated around an immense table. At the head sat Isamu Baelor, Emperor of the Iron Empire.

He was not garbed in expected attire. Not dressed like a noble. His head was bereft of a crown. He donned Iron Imperial armour. Well-worn, scratched, and dented. He was a soldier, above all else. Beholden to duty. His place was not above his people, but rather among them. Fighting side-by-side.

His scarred face was bruised, and scratched. Visible wounds from the Battle of Joto. Unlike those he would receive, he was but a normal man. One numb to the force. In his age, his body was unable to shrug off wounds so easily. Though his spirit did not suffer as so. For what he lacked in the force, he made up in conviction. It was an Iron. Unbending. He would fight for his people, until his last breath left him.

Alongside him sat [member="Zeradias Mant"]. Warden, and Rear Admiral of the Iron Navy. A shrewd tactician, and deadly combatant. The man had distinguished himself during the Crossbone Conflict, and had risen to one of Isamu’s most trusted soldiers.

An Iron Imperial soldier entered the hall, and bowed to his liege. “Emperor. The Silver Jedi have arrived.” He reported.

Isamu nodded, acknowledging the soldier. “Go. Have the Jedi brought here.” He ordered.

[member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Daegon Vaelaellis"] |[member="Aster Rose Baelor"] |[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Bato Golden"] |[member="Kiriko"] |[member="Sorel Crieff"] |[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Serenna"] | [member="Viktor Alexander"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Vinten Veers"]

 

[Aster Rose Baelor]

Carefully, Aster exited the airspeeder once it had arrived at the destination so as not to crease her dress - an exquisite and intricate formal dress with matching high heels designed by Joza Perl of Heartbeat House. "Thank you," she smiled softly as Zaid - one of her two escorts for the day and a member of the Wolfsglaive opened the door into the House Palace for her.

"How long until the Silver Jedi delegation arrives at the House Palace?" the blonde asked the man.

"They have arrived and should be on their way to the House Palace," he replied.

"In that case, I think I shall head to the great hall to await the arrival of the Jedi."

"Since meeting that Jedi during the incident at the orphanage, you seem to have taken an interest in the Jedi," Zaid remarked as he followed her to the great hall.

"Yes, I have," the blonde confirmed nervously.

Meekly, Aster entered the great hall, her expression stiff and her movements lacking some of their usual gracefulness then greeted her uncle with a simple nod then took a seat away from her uncle, next to where the Silver Jedi were to be seated. Her uncle, the Emperor was still a stranger to her so his presence felt a little intimidating to the teenager.

[member="Isamu Baelor"] - [member="Vinten Veers"] - [member="Sorel Crieff"] - [member="Coci Heavenshield"] - [member="Krayzen Dratos"] - [member="Viktor Alexander"] - [member="Serenna"] - [member="Catherine Soja"] - [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] - [member="Kiriko"] - [member="Bato Golden"]

 

[Catherine Soja]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Viktor Alexander"] | [member="Serenna"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="Kiriko"] | [member="Bato Golden"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Daegon Vaelaellis"] | [and anybody else with the delegations]

As the introduction occured and they were lead to the house itself she was constantly mindful. Not wearing her new armor she instead wore more traditional robes and jedi battle armor, she was not here however to intimidate but this was her station. She was a guardian and far as she cared always ready for things to go wrong. She doubted however things woudl come to such a state. For now she remained silent mostly watching everyone silently. The Young knight trying to now live up to the standard of her new rank. She looked to Sorel Crieff and spoke quietly. "A lot of security for a peace talk. And force sensitives, seems distrusting to me Master Crieff."

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Order of the Silver Jedi: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Serenna"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="D’in Ss’ikoo"] | [member="Kiriko"]
Iron Empire: [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Daegon Vaelaellis"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Bato Golden"] | [member="Vinten Veers"]

Already greetings and pleasantries were exchanged, and in spite of his wife's 'distaste' for grand meetings of diplomatic nature she still had him beat in being the first to return said greetings, causing a smirk to sit upon the Grandmaster's lips. He then bowed to the two gentlemen, both of which quite obviously held significant ranks within the Empire. "And I am Thurion," he simply introduced himself and shook the Warden's hand, before casting a wink Coci's way as a means of teasing her for her much more formal introduction. "We are ready to make for the House Palace when you are, General."

Leaving the spaceport to meet with the Emperor and the other delegates, Thurion couldn't help but note the strict discipline of the troops escorting them. "These are impressive soldiers you have here," he voiced his genuine admiration. "A bit more... rigid than we're used to on Voss, for lack of a better word." He supposed there was a difference between temple guardians and imperial bodyguards, after all.

Once they reached the steps of the House Palace where the meeting was to take place, he quietly took Coci's hand as they walked side by side and raised it to his lips for a quick kiss and gentle caress. There, atop the stairs, stood their son. And of course, wherever Théo was, there was also Kiriko.