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[Damian du Couteau]

Damian du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Empress Teta, Outskirts of Cinnagar
Outfit

Damian pointed the blaster forward, his gloved grip tightened ever so slightly.

The sun shone brightly overhead, the clouds sparse and with the backdrop of such beautiful Tetan weather Damian stood stock still.

He pulled the trigger and the body that had knelt in front of him slumped backwards.

There were three other bodies with similar wounds, Damian had personally carried out their execution. His lone crimson eye remained wide and seemingly in shock, his body though walked to the next knelt prisoner.

Damian looked at the terrified face, his eye widened even further but he couldn’t stop his body from raising the blaster. He screamed but even his voice betrayed him as no sound was even uttered. Damian’s finger began to gently pull the trigger-

-The sound of heavy rain awoke the young du Couteau heir, his lone crimson eye tired and bloodshot. The rain had begun to smash against the window, Damian rose groggily as he peered through the window. His shuttle had landed not too far from the entrance of a rather large mansion. The place looked entirely foreign to Damian, maybe it was the rain in combination with its decrepit appearance but it all struggled to strike much of memory.

Damian walked out of the shuttle, his two guards standing at attention while his Aide held an umbrella. He waved the trio away as he walked ahead through the rain, his hood the only cover that protected the top of his head from the rain.

“Stay here until I come back.”

He wanted the cold heavy rain to strike against his bare face, it awakened him further and the sting his skin felt reminded him that this was not a dream. The front entrance once presented a pair of highly decorative double doors, now Damian was able to look inside clearly. He walked inside as he passed a glance towards the broken remains of the doors on the floor. Damian continued to walk with careful steps, the grand hallway littered with debris and dust layered thick in many areas.

The rain continued to pound relentlessly on the roof, the sound was accented by droplets splashing against the floor. Damian looked up and noticed several leaks but decorum dictated that he removed his hood. Not that it really mattered but he felt obligated all the same, he further felt a draft across his cheeks the moment he pulled back his hood and continued his slow inspection of his old childhood home.

Walls had been smashed open, several parts of the floor but noticeable there weren’t anything else really. A few broken pieces of furniture here and there but what anyone else would have expected were any portraits and far more furniture; it was quite a spartan mansion. Damian and his sister had agreed when they had liberated their homeworld the first time to clean out their family home. No doubt the people that wanted to strip this home bare expected something, anything, no wonder many of the walls were smashed open to see they revealed anything.

Damian looked at his watch on his wrist, he had spent enough time here and began to head back to the entrance. There was much to do and the people Teta, his people, needed not just every working hour of his but more so much more.

People to meet, contracts to sign, funds to allocate and budgets to assign.

“Can’t rebuild a planet with weapons and armies.” Credits and credits alone are what flows in the veins of planets and that keeps everyone alive.
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[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT MISSION - Empty Maws, Empty Stomachs, Uncertain Futures...
Immediate Goals -
1: Help the injured
2: Bring Justice to the Dead

FRIEND(s) - Damian du Couteau

FOE(s) - Any Mawite Forces

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Damian du Couteau || OPEN

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Repulsorlifts hummed beneath the torrential rain, aside them, a foot and a half long pale white drakeling, the rain so thick that her wings were like oars rather than the clean air of a summer's day - their destination was a mansion long since picked over. Astride them both, a Lasat in blue colored beskar'gam and her charge, an aged gentleman in ragged robes - her guide and technical temporary boss, Karsam Maiwhal. With the receding of the hated Mawites in the wake of Sartinaynian Crisis, the Mandalorian had redoubled her personal commitment to those affected by the unrepentant evils in this Galaxy... or so she told herself.

In truth, she had left her mentor, torn between impossible decisions - loyalty to the Empire that the Lilaste Order that they had once served, the Diarchy that they now do, and the people caught in the crossfire. So she did the one thing that she didn't think she could do - leave with things unsaid.

"We're here." was all that the elder could offer, as the engines thrummed to a slow, as the guards may recognize Mr. Maiwhal as one of the few who tried to keep up charity under the Dark Empire, and who even now brought those displaced internally together in small pockets of communities still loyal to the Alliance.

With the thunder in the distance, beskarweave cloak swaying in the wind, and fire-staff in hand, the armored Lasat cut an imposing figure - a Knight Errant stepped fresh from the pages of storybook. It was amazing how much stalwart demeanor and soft smiles could hide a heart that winced under breaking.

 

[Damian du Couteau]

Damian du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Empress Teta, Outskirts of Cinnagar
Outfit

Damian’s one eye tracked the movement of vehicles that cut through the rain with relative ease but his eye narrowed when realized one wasn’t a vehicle. His guards moved with caution as his Aide quickly ran up to Damian, steady with the umbrella and with determination to remain by his side. He wondered what the presence of such an unusual creature signified, a dragon in appearance but the pale skin tone reminded him of an ancient religion that preached the of a pale horse and rider of death.

The guards calmed as the appearance of an older gentleman approached them, Damian for his own part walked forward. The rider of the dragon-like creature remained on top of her steed, his guards moved a bit warily but Damian gestured for the two to step back and to allow him forward. Best to keep things civil on his part, their lives were as much his responsibility as his own was to them.

“I am Senator Damian du Couteau,” He spoke loud enough for the Rider and the older cloaked gentleman to hear him through the rain. With a deep bow Damian looked at the rather ragged appearance of the cloak and motioned for his Aide to provide as much cover from the rain for the two of them.

“Apologies for the rather unsightly state of our meeting place, if you wish we can head inside.” Damian suggested, his lone eye glanced back to the Rider then returned to the older gentleman. The Rider’s armour appears Mandalorian, but the dragon creature is certainly different.

“But if the rain and cold does not bother you, then please to what do I owe the pleasure Sir. . . ?”
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|| Kebii'kara Solus ||​

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT MISSION - Empty Maws, Empty Stomachs, Uncertain Futures...
Immediate Goals -
1: Help the injured
2: Bring Justice to the Dead

FRIEND(s) - Damian du Couteau

FOE(s) - Any Mawite Forces

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Damian du Couteau || OPEN

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"I am aware of your face, and your name, Damian son of Seto, of the House Du Couteau." the weathered man stated, though his visage revealed the worn nature of nobility beneath the shadow of the Mawites, there was a genuine twinkle in his eye at the young Senator, giving him a genuine bow, a stance devoid of overcompensation - marking him a member of some noble house cast down, but not forgetting of his purpose. "I am Karsam, son of Josbrad, son of Josuben, of the House Maiwhal, of the Baronetcies of Northwest Cinnagar." Great was the pride of those of Krosus, and the nobility of their forebears would not easily be forgotten... he then turned to his escort. "This is Kebii'kara of House Solus, who has volunteered for some time to aid the downtrodden of this world..."

As the armored Lasat gave a head-tilt of her own, the pale-scaled drakeling stumbled from their perch aboard the Lasat's shoulders, giving the trio of guests to wave, a roll of the Lasat's shoulder keeping the footing, and a brief hiss from the Mandalorian to her drakeling compatriot. "...And her familiar, Beviin."

Two chirps were given, before a clumsy but well-meaning bow from Beviin, before perking up a few moments before another rumble of thunder.
"If we have inconvenienced you we shall away - far be it from us to inconvenience our host..." Baronet Karsam continued, "Our request is an audience at your earliest convenience, for us to welcome you back to this world... such as we are."

Karsam looked upon the ruined manor Du Couteau, not disappointed in the absence of noble hospitality, but in recognition that ruin had come to Empress Teta - and those scars would not quickly heal, nor the pain of the memory quickly forgotten.

 

[Damian du Couteau]

Damian du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Empress Teta, Outskirts of Cinnagar
Outfit

“You have my complete attention and gratitude Sir Karsam Maiwhal.” Damian inclined his head in respect when given the man’s name. “Kebii’kara Solus and Beviin.” He voiced their names with another bow of his head. He spoke their names out of both respect and practice to vocalize their names, one of the last things he wanted was to mispronounce any name.

“I appreciate your welcome, as I’m sure the rest of our people will welcome being brought back into the fold of the Alliance.” Damian thanked the older noble Karsam. “Though I’m sure the offering of aid will help smooth some rough feelings over a tad.”

Of course he wasn’t blind to the fact the struggle of which his people had suffered the seemingly lack of effort on the Alliance to bring their full weight of military force to liberate them all. Much like how it had when the Maw first invaded and conquered.

“Please do not hesitate to bring up any problems or concerns, if it's within my power to grant or assist just know I will do so earnestly.” Damian urged, he readied himself to create a mental list and begin finding solutions. While he was far from a warrior, he had developed quite the ability to hear and listen.
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|| Kebii'kara Solus ||​

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT MISSION - Empty Maws, Empty Stomachs, Uncertain Futures...
Immediate Goals -
1: Help the injured
2: Bring Justice to the Dead

FRIEND(s) - Damian du Couteau

FOE(s) - Any Mawite Forces

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Damian du Couteau || OPEN

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"Our most immediate concern is staying dry, Young Master Du Couteau." Kasram spoke with a good natured chuckle, before being beckoned in. While they had huddled and spoke at length of what had occurred among the noble families still loyal to the Alliance, and what had occurred while under Mawite occupation, there was a major question that lurked underneath the polite conduct of courtly conversation.

By what right, and in what capacity, does Damian du Couteau act as Senator of the Empress Teta system? Is he a volunteer, or "appointed" as such by the Alliance when they had not fought against those who had ravaged the world? It was true that Karsam pitied the young Damian, his father dying during the first invasion, and his sister being maimed in its liberation - while not the youngest Senator by a mile, one could piece together that he was tempering the hopes of those who had been captive with their bitterness towards a "return to normalcy".

For Kebii'kara's part, she remained aloof and stoic, a silent sentinel that stood as Karsam's own bodyguard - though Beviin behaved as a somewhat irreverent interjector, vocalizing disdain for the Dark Empire and trilling approval for those who contested them. Yet stranger still, was the drakeling's eye gazed upon a picture, perhaps a family one that remained untouched. Aside the potential hidden nature of said portrait, Beviin seemed most keen to silently observe a young pale haired girl and a man with braided hair.

 

[Damian du Couteau]

Damian du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Empress Teta, Outskirts of Cinnagar
Outfit

“Well the roof of this place proves barely adequate protection from the rain, but it is at least something.” Damian explained as he offered to lead the old gentleman Karsam back to his old home.

The situation wherever on Teta was not particularly good, it seemed whenever the Krath became involved only delusion and death followed. Was it because there was no one who sat on the Throne and called themselves Emperor or Empress? When his father had become Senator he always felt such return to Empire would only fuel Imperial dissent and chafe against the Alliance.

“I won’t pretend that the Alliance had taken far too long to reclaim our home, possibly even longer if the Empire hadn’t simply collapsed under the weight of their own misery. But the Alliance provides ample opportunity for work and growth.” Damian explained, he paused for a moment to see where the dragon had placed its gaze. A memory flashed but Damian refocused quickly.

“I’ve sent the Mining Guild work contracts as they gather themselves. And while my influence may not bring Alliance fleets, but we both know those do not last.What I can bring I will; more aid, work and reconstruction.” He wished he could turn back time, but the best he could was help speed through the difficulties.
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|| Kebii'kara Solus ||​