Reflections of Our Past {The Hapes Consortium}

[Allana Badeaux]

Location: Consortium Flagship, in route to the Olanji/Charubah ship yards Orbiting Gallinore.
Objective: Looking for a cannon item from EU that is linked to The Hapes Consortium
Tags: [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] , @Er’in Tenel , @Tha’ga Temi , @Cathobuda ?, [member="Matsu Ike"] , [member="Lucienne Sinclair"] , [member="Relina Zhan"] , The Ghost of @Arisa Yune ? , [member="Lelani Sevestra"] , [member="Persephone Callas"] , [member="Danger Arceneau"] ? , [member="Lucienne Sinclair"] [member="Aiden Merritt"] ? , any Hapen I missed with tags! All Hapen PCs are welcome!

~Prologue~​

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Allana sat upon a plush rug in her private quarters at the Reef Fortress. Spiraled around her was datapads filled with royal family images dating back hundreds of years. It was a sweet moment of one reminiscing of not just memories of the past, but the warmth of the ones she so terribly missed. The wounds upon her soul were still fresh. Baptized in the darker side of the force she was unbalanced. The pain she still endured was? Here now, she sought the comfort of love, she felt from family.
There upon the floor as an older datapad. Her lithe fingers just hovered over the pad. Honestly it was the first time she seen it. There was a presence to it, calling out to her.

Outstretching her fingers, Allana picked up the pad. Nervously she started to open it up. She felt fear within herself at first before seeing the images within. Most of her experience within the Force had hurt her. To reach out to the presence that was calling her, it was not easy for her to do.

Upon turning the datapad on, the first image was of two people. An image of a woman and a man she remembered very well from her history lesions. The reflection of Tenel Ka Djo and Jacen Solo looked back at her, her ancestors. Tears came to Allana and poured down her check. It was their presence she felt. It was a feeling of comfort. She also felt sadness from them. There was a feeling of pride too.

The sense of pride she, Allana would risk her own safety for the people of the Consortium? Sadness for the suffering that has falling upon Allana? Comfort in letting Allana know she is not alone and loved?

The comfort directed Allana to what was clipped to Tenel Ka Djo’s belt. The hilt of a lightsaber made of a rancor tooth. With the directed presence an image came to Allana’s mind. The decommissioned Star Home docked at the ship yard orbiting around the planet of Gallinore. The image within Allana’s mind moved closer to the former ship, then through the hull. Into the very ship and the image continued to the bridge of that fleet carrier. There sat the throne of the Queen Mother. Sitting upon the throne was the image of Tenel Ka Djo. Her right hand tapped the right arm rest. Was it a hint of the location of the saber?
Dropping the datapad, Allana pulled herself up off the ground and darted out of the room!

~In route to Gallinore~​

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Dropping out of hyperspace a group of vessels moved within careful formation around a large vessel they were protecting. Four Hapen Battle Dragons and six Hapen Battle pulsars. All moving along around an thousand meter long Imperial Star Destroyer Mark 2.

Moving through the system, they moved closer to the planet of Gallinore. On board was the Queen Mother, was members of the Royal Council, and court. Preparations had been made for a surprise inspection of the decommissioned Star Home.

Activity was bustling around Gallinore. Between the Royal Hapen Fleet securing the system and continued civilian operations. It was a rare visit from the Queen Mother, no doubt bring a sense of national pride to the Hapens living or visiting in the system of Gallinore.

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Location: Consortium Flagship, in route to the Olanji/Charubah ship yards Orbiting Gallinore.
Objective: Help her cousin

Er'in stared at the familiar luxury around her with an almost blank expression, every mirrored surface in the room was shattered or hidden - the household servants had soon learned to let the droids their mistress had brought with her do all the work, despite the implied insult, whispers abounded of unearthly rages, of hurled books being the least of a servants worries.

That shamed Er'in - that wasn't power as she knew it, that was the power of the bully. But she couldn't stop herself - every time she saw her eyes, the same rage came back time and time again, flooding into her veins. This was what Metus lived with? No wonder he had finally cracked. She had to reverse this, even if she did not know how. That... probably meant seeking out a Jedi.

But [member="Allana Badeaux"] had a hunch, and Er'in trusted hunches implicitly. So here she was - she didn't understand why she wasn't angry at her cousin, either for not knowing what a nest of vipers the court was, for not caring, or for... who knew what? But she was not, and the Force was... not being subtle in it's guidance and when both Dark and Light - if those concepts even applied - pointed in the same direction, you listened.

She sighed and smoothed down her court robes, then pulled the hood of the robes down over her eyes. It was not exactly an uncommon look for Sith or Jedi and until now she'd avoided it, but she hated, hated, the thought of people looking into her new eyes, of seeing her weakness and failure there - and of fearing her for it, for her loss of control.

She walked out of her suit, offering a smile to the guardswomen on duty - they'd been remarkably understanding, all things considered. She might have run screaming when the black sheep of the family came home, the Fountain Palace exploded and the senior guardswomen... well...

Despite her introspective and - frankly - somewhat selfish thoughts, Er'in had to admit she was looking forward to this trip. She'd never been permitted aboard the Star Home, but privately she had always felt it was a shame that it had been decomissioned - and that Hapan shipbuilding had not been put to better used in the post-plague galaxy. But up until recently, no one had asked her opinion.

Well, they had to listen now, didn't they?

She walked casually along the corridors to the observation deck, assuming that many of the others would be there to witness their approach.

 

[Tha'ga Temi]

Location: Courier-class yacht, heading to Gallinore.
Objective: Assisting Queen Badeaux and The Hapes Consortium
Tags: [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] [member="Er’in Tenel"] [member="Allana Badeaux"]

Tha’ga had wanted a place within the royal delegation on its way to the Gallinore, the planet of rainbow gems and cutting-edge technology and science, but since the terrorist attack on Fountain Palace, she’d tread carefully with the monarchy. There were whispers and rumors that her sister, Tmoxin, had engineered the whole thing, but despite any negative publicity, The Heritage Council had formed, and the younger Temi was now it’s Director of Operations. She did seek council with Allana on Gallinore, but of course on the Queen Mother’s schedule. Tha’ga imagined it to be busy, but hoped she could be squeezed in somewhere.

She had a lot to absorb on the journey, first of all the flimsis that Tmoxin had left at the Palace, which had been recovered after a thermal detonator went off in the Throne Room. To pass the time Tha’ga pulled out a datapad and reviewed the security footage captured from that day. Luckily the Heritage Council, now backed by a group of powerful nobles were able to obtain it for public viewing. Tilting her head to the side and chewing nervously on her thumbnail, she watched her sister holding out the documents, hearing her resolute voice say:

“I had recently suspected something in my family’s history, so we checked the DNA of the Temi clan and found there to be a direct bloodline to not just Tenel Ka but Ta'a Chume herself. Here, look for yourself.”

It was difficult to believe, but yet, there it was in a document, a formal one from Armand’s clinic. A claim backed up by science. Why hadn’t Tmoxin told her sooner? And what did it exactly mean? That any of the Temi sisters could contest the Queen’s position upon the throne?

Is that what Tmoxin had been trying to do all along?

She sighed and realized her loyalty to the Queen Mother was too strong to ever make a bold move like that. Maybe I should just burn the evidence, she mused sullenly, not satisfied with that option either.

Then there was another matter, of which she could rid herself. Her recurring thoughts of [member="Kyrel Ren"], especially her encounter with him at the Neo Polis gala. Did she regret leaving so early?

Yes, but what on earth spooked you so much, Tha’ga. He did have an intimidating warrior-like presence, but she’d also witnessed his softer side - the way he’d stroked her cheek and had taken her hand like a proper Hapan man attempting to court a young lady.

A buzzing of the yacht’s comms unit interrupted her thoughts. The Hapan Naval requested her security clearance code. “It’s 3473 Dimitor. I’m representing the Heritage Council on behalf of the Queen and should be listed somewhere within the list of vessels cleared to land."

“Affirmative, you may enter the atmosphere and begin landing procedures.”

 

[Matsu Ike]

[member="Allana Badeaux"]

Matsu wasn't really a Hapen.... by marriage sure but she wasn't really so this had been surprising.... though her noted interest in finding artifacts was well known and he did have a Tenel Ka section of the library station that was filled with information. THe jedi master stood in the white and silver robes as she had the chevron pad with the AI giving them all of the information about the Hpaen jedi knight. She had been quite... an interesting one to research before the Jedi master arrived. Hands behind her back and she stood off to the side letting the force settle around herself. Hanna was around on her home planet with her daughters while Matsu stood there having a small grin on her face. Black hair adorned with tiny crystal bells that radiated the lightside of the force. "Queen mother, you asked for my help and I am certain the Library does have some information that can help find it."

 

[Allana Badeaux]

Location: Consortium Flagship (The Dawn’s Hammer) , in route to the Gallinore shipyard ring.
Objective: Allana is looking for the lightsaber of Tenel Ka Djo
Tags: [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] , [member="Erin Tenel"] ,[member="Tha'ga Temi"] , [member="Matsu Ike"] , [member="Lucienne Sinclair"] , [member="Relina Zhan"] , [member="Lelani Sevestra"] , [member="Persephone Callas"] , [member="Danger Arceneau"], @Aiden Merrit , @Cathbodua , [member="Lucienne Sinclair"] any Hapen who wishes to join. If not a Hapen and you wish to join ask for invite via PM to me or through Discord.#fun-is-encouraged-here

~The Hanger Bay~​

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Allana carefully began to lean forward. Two Royal guards that flanked her looked rather nervous. Peering over the edge she attempted to get a better view. There down below. Allana looked out into open space. Well not total open. There in the back drop of the black curtain of space was a marvelous sight. The wonder of Gallinore and the orbital ring ship yard.

Ships both large and small moved around showing the presence of life. Under Allana’s new condition she could not help but to smile. Her emotions so raw and powerful, her Hapen training to hide her emotions, it was difficult for her to contain herself currently.

Then her royal orbs caught sight of The Star Home. There tethered to the shipyard, the famous Star Home.

Allana gasp at the wondrous sight. She was beaming with joy and could not help herself!

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Location: Consortium Flagship, in route to the Olanji/Charubah ship yards Orbiting Gallinore.
Objective: Help her cousin

Er'in could not help but look ominous as she walked into the hanger bay - no matter what colour you made it in, a hooded robe that obscured the eyes was, by definition, ominous.

She walked over through the technicans, nodding and smiling in a fashion completely out of keeping with her appearance - but it was the autopilot of nobility, the acknowledged gesture that a subordinate was noticed. How easily it came back.

As the Star Home came into view through the docking bay, she too smiled genuinely down at it.

"Makes you wonder why our ancestors did not see fit to keep it in commission, does it not?" She commented softly to Allana - and anyone else nearby, for despite all that had happened, she gave the Queen Mother the space tradition demanded. "A work of art and science to awe a galaxy."

She had noticed Matsu Ike, but it was impolite to announce oneself to another without just cause. Even when a shrouded, violet-eyed corrupt darksider was standing not ten feet from a Master Jedi. This was Hapes, after all. There were rules.

And somehow, she hated those rules a little less than she ever had - which considering how much she hated just about everything else right now, was very odd indeed.

[member="Allana Badeaux"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Tha'ga Temi"]

 

[Tha'ga Temi]

Gallinore and it’s beauty lay before Tha’ga as she peered out of the viewport of the yacht. There was so much incredible Hapan history here, including the actual Star Home which housed the royal treasury. For an antiquities buff like the middle Temi sister, she could not wait to get a tour to peruse the artifacts collected from across the Cluster over the last few hundred years.

Tha’ga’s datapad pinged, and she pulled it closer, swiping left for the message. What she saw nearly brought tears to her eyes.

Despite keeping her distance from the Queen and her entourage, flying under the radar since the Hapan terrorist attacks, the minor, semi-ambitious politician had submitted her credentials for choice position in the government.

“Under the direction of Allana Badeaux, Most Revered Ereneda and Protectorate of the entire Hapan Cluster, you’ve been awarded the Minister of External Affairs role.” There was some fine print yes, but she emitted a huge sigh of relief, and then beaming, gathered herself up to meet the Queen once again, and she hoped her cousin Eri’in Tenel would be there as well, wanting to cozy up to one of Allana's most trusted confidents.

Who else would she meet on this fateful day? The stars could only know.

The yacht landed in the docking bay and Tha’ga wore a colorful beaded gown, and while she owned her own tiaras and head jewelry she did not wish to upstage the Queen Mother - wouldn’t dream of it actually. However in her hands, she held a bouquet of fragrant flowers and along with the heavily armed Chume’doro, the docking bay was decorated with Hapan paper lamps and featured lute players to at least tamp down on the whining noise of the various vessels landing.

[member="Allana Badeaux"] Er'in Tenel [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Lucienne Sinclair"]

 

[Lucienne Sinclair]

Location: Constorium Flagship
Objective: Have those who do not like you bow before you.

Hmph. Gallinore. Why did it had to be here and not Baldavia? This world, though home to much of Hapan culture, was ruled over by none other than her rival, [member="Relina Zhan"]. And of course, as everyone knows, the immense hatred for her was strong within. Though, this hate was more than just political... a deeper root comes out between the Zhans and the Sinclairs. Infact, there was a point where the two families liked eachother, but it was until more recently that they broke, and now a rivalry was formed.

Nevertheless, Gallinore was still a beautiful planet, it was just... tainted with the progressive scum that was present here on this planet occupying and stealing away the good smells and vibes that were here.

Aboard the yacht from her ship, it was pretty much an honour that the noble Sinclair was allowed here by her majesty herself. A proud smile was on her face, although it was still a bit sour that her majesty chose here instead of her own. Either way, the proud Hapes woman strutted down with a rather attractive looking dress, that of course, bared the extremely expensive purple dye that she always had on her clothes to show off her wealth. "The great, honourable Lucienne Sinclair has arrived!" she announced. "Do not hesitate to show your respect."

 

[Melanctha Dallamoor]

Location: Headed to Gallinore.

She sat back within her chair staring at a picture of [member="Aiden Merritt"] , her husband . He had said a week and a week had turned into something more. Messages came occasionally about what he and [member="Jon Burke"] were up to but there had been nothing for the last few weeks.

Now she had this position with the Queen making it harder for her to join him as they planned. But these were thoughts for another day another time. Today she had to concentrate on what lay ahead, and what the Consortium should do.

She leaned over to look out the window hyperspace streaks of blue passed by they'd be a Gallinore soon. Then everything would begin.

[member="Lucienne Sinclair"] | [member="Tha'ga Temi"] | [member="Erin Tenel"] | [member="Allana Badeaux"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] |

 

[Allana Badeaux]

Location: Consortium Flagship (Dawn’s Hammer), in route to the Gallinore shipyard ring.
Object: Allana is looking for the lightsaber of Tenel Ka Djo
Tags: [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] , [member="Erin Tenel"], [member="Tha'ga Temi"], [member="Matsu Ike"] , [member="Lucienne Sinclair"], @any hapen or PM for invite otherwise

~The Hanger Bay~​

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Allana turned to her cousin. “According to records it was decommissioned? Well for so long everyone was so fearful to upgrade it. It was a symbol of something grand. To augment it many believed. Well it no longer matter what they believed”, Allana chuckled.

She laughed, and she laughed in public. She still was not hiding her emotions anymore.

“Yes there is some rare tech with the Star Home that is not just unique. That is also considered advanced tech. I personally do not plan to just leave it sitting here”, looked back out over the wondrous sight of the Star Home she had already decided to bring it back to the Megos ship yard.

It was then Allana realized something. He checks turned pink as she realized Master [member="Matsu Ike"] was right there and was trying to gain her attention. Allana had been so wrapped up in marveling over the Star Home.

“Apologies Master Matsu Ike”, Allana attempted to apologize. A queen Mother did not have to. Normally in this situation they just acted as if they had attended to do so and apologized for nothing, typical for most ruling royals to do. Allana did not. Her emotions were on the thread cusp of her metaphorical sleeves. In fact she was not even wearing sleeves.

“Master Matsu Ike”, Allana with warmth motioned with one of her hand to Arin. “My cousin, Ta’dine [member="Erin Tenel"] “, Allana was saying and heard [member="Lucienne Sinclair"] ‘s vocal performance?

It was not an eye roll, but Allana did sigh at hearing the Duch’as grandiose spectacle. There was an apology within her eye to Matsu and Erin. Not a verbal apology came but Allana did turn to the direction of the approaching Lucienne.

“Duch’a Lucienne Sinclair, welcome”, Allana greeted the Duch’a with a cordial smile. “I do believe you remember my cousin Ta’dine Erin Tenel”, Allana called Erin as a Ta’dine again. Ta’dine, being a grand duchess. The queen herself formal had to. To call Erin a Pelin’a, she would be omitting she had no daughters right now. So if Allana did formal recognize Erin as second in line to the throne Allana would have had to call her Chume’la. A simple translation would be crown princess.

For the moment Allana had not made any such formal decree and thus would be improper to use any vocal terminology.

Allana loked around the hanger to see how close nay of the other Duch’as was here and ready to go. “It looks as if we have a little while more to talk before boarding the shuttle”, Allana did not see [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"]. She must be on her way from her room, right?

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Location: Consortium Flagship, in route to the Olanji/Charubah ship yards Orbiting Gallinore.
Objective: Help her cousin

Er'in did not miss the title given to her. Once, barely even six months ago, she might have stamped her foot and demanded respect.

But oddly, the Dark Side had taught her humility in a way the light never would - Er'in knew she was far from righteous.

As little as a few days ago, her temper had been so explosive she might have melted bulkheads - or people - at the slight, intentionally or not - but while time cannot heal corruption, it can allow someone to grow used to it and she fully understood the politics at hand - and quite frankly, had not even considered she might be named Chume'la. Actually, she'd probably have been stunned to silence if addressed as such.

She offered [member="Matsu Ike"] a polite bow, as if to a superior in - if not rank, then skill - not a hint of rancor, wrath or caution at meeting a Jedi Master. Even if she had never met one before, she had no direct animus with the Jedi. Philosophical disagreement, yes. Animus, no, not yet.

Her face was completely straight as she offered a rather more regal greeting to [member="Lucienne Sinclair"]. "Honourable Duch'a." She offered, without a hint of irony in her voice.

She looked back at the bulk of the Star Home below, then continued an earlier conversation.

"I am glad it will not go to waste, Ereneda."

There is a subtle statement alone in using a formal title in such an informal fashion.

 

[Matsu Ike]

[member="Allana Badeaux"] [member="Erin Tenel"]

Matsu turned her attention to look at the queen mother and bowed her head then to the cousin she had introduced with a bow. "Greetings." She said it with a warm smile and while sensing plenty but she was a guest... kind of... it was hard to know where wife of former hapen senator and vice chancellor really fell into so.... she wasn't going to walk on eggshells but she also wasn't going to outright demand or cause a scene. Hanna wouldn't approve nor would have chora... wait that was two wives who were hapen.... and blonde..... she might have just realized she had a type. Where was she... oh yes looking at the star home and the others who were there when she walked forward. Most Hapens were also tall and leggy... she was small and Atrisian so coming up to their chest and shoulders was strange when she looked around. "Do you have plans for it? I can offer reconstruction teams if needed."

 

[Tha'ga Temi]

Now to impress, she thought striding along towards the royal delegation. Admiral Sinclair was there. [member="Lucienne Sinclair"]. She’d heard many stories, including rumors of the Hapan’s overbearing pride for Baldavia, and her order for those to show their respect raised Tha’ga’s hackles slightly. Furthermore, the glorious purple shade of her dress gave the redhead pause and caused her to wonder if her beaded gown was not as stunning as she’d hoped.

And then she spotted Queen Badeaux and her cousin Er’in Tenel. She’d seen them last in the Throne Room when all hell had broken loose and her heart pounded in her chest with the memory, hopefully not traces of PTSD beginning to form.

She smoothed her dress in a fluid movement and stopped before the Queen Mother, bowing to the both of them. The burning question in her mind at the moment would be if Allana did really recognize Er’in as the true Chume’la. Where would that leave the Temi line who supposedly contained royal blood? Not an appropriate conversation to start out with for sure.

“Thank you for granting me the position of Minister for External Affairs. Dearest Queen Mother, I will not fail you in our endeavor to make Hapes prosperous while holding onto everything that makes us one of the most unique and superior races in the galaxy.” She glanced at Lucienne when she said the word superior but it was more of an unconscious tic than a deliberate stare. “We have not met before,” she remarked to [member="Matsu Ike"]. “I’m Tha’ga Temi.”

The Star Home loomed behind them, as symbolic as the Queen herself.

[member="Allana Badeaux"] [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"]

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Location: Consortium Flagship, Hangar Bay

By the judgement of most starfighter pilots, escort duty was considered to be a dry and boring assignment. Of course, there were exceptions, but most of the time, it was just that. In the same manner of a combat air patrol, escort flights were routine tasks for pilots, and just as much a part of the job as shooting bandits out of space. However, this particular escort promised to be different. Xil Lviahe had been assigned as the pilot of the lead escort fighter for the Queen Mother’s visit to the legendary, yet thoroughly abandoned Star Home. She recalled from her history lessons that it had been an ultra-luxurious, heavily armed, yet somewhat fragile military flagship when it was in service. It was an exquisite piece of history, and the opportunity to escort the Queen Mother on her visit was a deep and rare honor.

Her eight sisters would be so jealous.

Of course, the Queen Mother would not be the only member of the Hapan royal families on board the shuttle. There would be many Duch’as of the consortium going with her, as well. Of course, Xil could not help but to wonder if her mother, Nia Lviahe was to accompany the Queen Mother on her visit. Nia had always been very tight-lipped about her comings and goings, and most of the time, she kept her nine daughters in the dark regarding her activities. Even so, if her mother had arrived, then Xil anticipated that her own presence would be quite the surprise to Nia. After all, by naval protocol and regulation, Xil was required to refrain from revealing her military assignments to civilians, even if they were of the noble classes.

Xil walked into the hangar bay, clad within her form-fitting flight suit while holding her helmet held on the side of her hip. The Terminus starfighters were ready for launch, but all that remained was to inform the Queen Mother of their preparation. As the pilot of the leading craft in the escort, that duty fell to her.

With an inaudible sigh, Xil walked across the hangar bay to approach the Queen Mother. This would be the third time she had seen her in person, and her visage was every bit as stunning and regal as it had been the first time she had laid eyes upon her as a teenager. She towered over almost everyone in the room, even a few of the marines. With her own extremely modest height, Xil would be quite thoroughly dwarfed by the womanhttp://www.mrinitialman.com/OddsEnds/Sizes/sizes.html?base_ft=6&base_in=4&comp_ft=4&comp_in=8, not to mention the tall Duch’as who stood next to her as well. Clad within their beautiful dresses, the women were the picturesque ideals of Hapan beauty. It was difficult for Xil to refrain from impolitely staring at them, but her etiquette training quickly seized control of her will, and her eyes locked firmly ahead.

After waiting for the nobles to finish speaking with the Queen Mother, Xil gave a deep bow, before rising to address the statuesque monarch.
“Esteemed Queen Mother,” Xil began in a soft and deferential tone. “Ta’din Ensign Xil Lviahe of Lovola at your service, Chume. I will be piloting the lead fighter in the escort formation, and your shuttle will be close behind. In addition, all craft are prepared for launch, at your command.”

 

[Melanctha Dallamoor]

[member="Lucienne Sinclair"] | [member="Tha'ga Temi"] | [member="Erin Tenel"] | [member="Allana Badeaux"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] |

AS part of the Queen's Council she was onboard the flagship. Lost in her thoughts though she let time get away from her entering the hangar late she nodded to everyone, "My Queen" She would not explain being a bit late least not in front of the others. She did however acknowledge them all with a nod of her head for those she did not know, "Greetings all, I am Melanctha Dallamore, Minister of Finance" She counted the credits.

Back to the purpose of the trip

Where they were going was historic it had been some time since a Queen Mother had come out here. And now everything must be perfect to make this visit memorable as well. An impression was to be made. Mel was here to do her part.

 

[Allana Badeaux]

Location: Consortium Flagship (Dawn’s Hammer), in orbit above the Gallinore Shipyard Ring
Objective: Allana is looking for the lightsaber of Tenel Ka Djo

“Thank you all”, Allana smiled warmly. Life as a queen could be chaotic at times, too many people speaking at once or waiting to speak. Sometimes it was just easier to acknowledge all of them at the same time.

“Now that our escort is ready”, The Queen Mother nodded in the direction of Xil Lviahe.

“Shall we board the transport and be under way”, she was being polite. She did motion to the direction of the transport and began to walk over. Then she stopped in mid step and turn to look at Xil. “After we dock you may join us if you wish”, through the Force Allana was going of a hunch. She did not know why she should have Xil accompany them into the Star Home. Some aspects of the Force were still a mystery.

Allana began to walk again heading over to the transport.



[member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] [member="Xil Lviahe"] [member="Tha'ga Temi"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Erin Tenel"] [member="Lucienne Sinclair"]

 

[Matsu Ike]

[member="Allana Badeaux"] [member="Erin Tenel"] [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] [member="Xil Lviahe"] [member="Tha'ga Temi"]

Matsu looked at her and some of the other Hapan females who seemed to join them while she was walking. To follow the procession to the star home and she mentally made notes. She was looking at things they might be able to improve upon.. she knew Hanna had asked her to try and get some ships for Hapes and their home here but she could maybe work on a few other things. Designing new stations or a network that could be used in the cluster much like the dep core security network if done correctly would prove something invaluable to Hapes possibly. At least win her a few points with the Queen mother or some of the others. New and improved upon designs to update the battle dragons could also work or planetary shielding for the worlds.

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Location: Consortium Flagship, Hangar Bay

“Oh! Thank you...for the invitation Queen Mother!” Xil responded somewhat disjointedly. “I...will consider it after I fulfill my duties.” She finished, clearly taken by surprise at the offer.

In truth, she had no intention of refusing the offer from the Queen Mother. One did not refuse an invitation from a social superior, even if it was worded as a voluntary appeal. She would have to make arrangements with the other pilots in the escort group, but she knew that her commanding officer would understand. She was a noble as well, and if she doubted her, then there were always the recordings to prove the legitimacy of the Chume’s request. Nothing ever went unrecorded on an interstellar warship.

“I will be taking my leave to pilot my fighter. Thank you, Chume.” After giving the taller woman a valedictory bow, Xil turned and began to stride across the bay, towards her designated fighter: a sleek Terminus-class tactical interceptor, armed with a combination of laser and ion cannons, along with a small payload of concussion missiles in the internal weapon bays. After ascending the ladder at the front of the craft, Xil strapped herself into her seat, placed her helmet on her head, and initiated the startup procedures.

The pulse-detonation engines of the interceptor hummed softly to life, yet Xil could feel their power within the confines of the cockpit. At the moment, the engines were set to low power, but as soon as the Queen Mother and her escorts were safely sealed within the shuttle, a deafening roar would sound throughout the hanger bay when the fighters launched out to space. No doubt, these were powerful machines, and it was clear that they were designed for far more than just escort duty.

With all systems reading as green, Xil informed the shuttle pilot and the rest of her squad that she was clear for takeoff. Immediately after, everyone else sounded off as well. Now, all they had to do was wait for the signal to launch...

[member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Allana Badeaux"] [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] [member="Tha'ga Temi"] [member="Erin Tenel"] [member="Lucienne Sinclair"]

 

[Tha'ga Temi]

Despite the undercurrent of ambitious Hapans trying to outshine each other, the exterior of this small gathering was painted with a friendly coat of primer. Tha’ga had been pleased that despite Lucienne’s dramatic entrance, they’d all seem to come for the same goal.

The iconic Star Home.

The redhead Minister of External Affairs raised her brows at Melanctha, genuinely pleased to see a familiar face and said, “Congratulations on your promotion to Minister of Finance.”

Another newcomer joined them - pilot Xil Lviahe. Tha’ga smiled feeling quite at ease and in her place. While her sister may have worked in mysterious ways - as the Force did with Allana - she did have a knack for knowing what Hapans needed. While the Heritage Council was new and burgeoning, the newly minted Minister believed in it as she believed in breathing oxygen. Even though the Atrisian appeared different, she could tell by her mannerisms and grace that Matsu Ike was Hapan through and through.

With a thrill in her heart, Tha’ga boarded the transport with the Royal Delegation.

[member="Allana Badeaux"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Lucienne Sinclair"] @Er'in Tenel [member="Xil Lviahe"] [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"]

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Now this was more like home.

It actually brought a smile to Er'in's lips - she remembered why she hated it, and yet somehow despite now being part of it again she was slightly apart from it. The veil did help in that regard, she supposed.

She accompanied the others with quiet purpose, watching and listening with silent care for tells, for the battles of social standing and for whatever was to come.

Because Force or not, you can't gather nobility and royalty in such numbers and not expect something interesting to happen.