Laid Bare

[Alkor Centaris]

He walked into the throne room alongside [member="Aedan Miles"], surrounded on all sides by the small yellow lizards native to Myrkyr. Ysalamiri were commonplace in places of importance. They prevented not only local Force Use, but also long distance attempts at gleaning information. Even with the Anti-Force laws, it paid to be careful. Unfortunately for the Pirate King, this was more solemn of a meeting than anythiny.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] bid Alkor bring the man forward to gauge his loyalty, and he had collected. The difference was that now they had to see if everything would pan out. There were doubts about Miles from all around, especially given his track record. The Warmaster was willing to forgive in exchange for service to Mandalore, but would they all be able to come to an agreement?

He placed a hand on Aedan's shoulder and nodded to the man, offering him reassurance before he went to take his place behind the Mand'alor.

The Mandos present would all have their turn to speak.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan was calm as he walked forward a grin on his lips as he looked around his one visible eye gleaming brilliant and piercing violet as he strides forward. Looking around slowly his eye took in those present knowing that today would be very interesting to say the least. There were quite a few present who were more than angry with him and quite a few more would rather see him dead than doing anything else. He nodded back to Alkor as he moved to his position while he would probably never admit it to the man or anyone but he was immensely proud of the man whom he considered his brother. He smirked lightly his hands at his side as his black cloak swirled around him his weapons left behind his eye drawn to the Ysalamir as he smiled. Coming to a stop he held his high as he looked forward his eye coming to land on Mand'alor the Infernal and he offered her an exaggerated bow as was his style straightening up he grinned. "You summoned me Mand'alor I have answered."

[member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Mand’alor the Infernal sat upon her throne, an imposing figure of Epicanthix beauty seized by Mandalorian Black Iron. Gurlanin sat at her sides, in wolf-form panting and relaxing around her black throne.

[member="Alkor Centaris"] & [member="Aedan Miles"] approached the Sundari throne, one hand on the other. It was done, because she willed it. Done, because Mandalore had need. The Pirate King was powerful, bastions of ships under his command.

And without Kaine Australis, Yasha had need of such things for the safety of her People. Her Vode.

“Approach, Pirate King Miles. And I shall give you what Clan Akaata requires.”

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Being among the advisers to the Mandalore should have been an honor, but it seemed more and more that the company being kept was increasingly worrying. Gil watched from behind his T-shaped visor as Aedan was brought into the room. It was a face he wouldn't forget. He'd dealt with the pirate several times during his stint as Mand'alor. There was a reason he had never attained any sort of prestigious role in the Mandalorian military, in fact Gil looked at the man as a traitor. One who put himself before any clan or any sort of group minded goal.

He chuckled, unimpressed before he grunted and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]