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Kaleesh ran around the small palace, their eyes wide under their masks as they rushed to prepare the palace. Floors were swept, Metal was polished, and the warriors prepared their best armor and weapons for this affair. Faroq Kela'ahim stood on top of the dais in the open courtyard in the center of the palace that he used as his throne room, eyes sweeping over the organized chaos. Standing at an imposing 6'3", this Kaleesh towered half a head over most of his race. His mask, along with the red lines inscribed into it that indicated that he was one of the Ahim tribe, also had another marker that made him stand apart from all others in his race: the blue band across the eyes that marked him as a War Shaman.
Faroq rarely cared about keeping the palace immaculate, but today was a very interesting day. A queen had decided to hire his war parties, and she was coming to him for negotiations. Sometimes, even a warlord had to make a presence for royalty.
As he shouted orders in Kaleeshi, a warrior approached him, a red sash across the chest and the diamond etched into the forehead of the mask marking him as Halamar, his second-in-command.
"Yes, Halamar?" Faroq's voice was a low rumble, like boulders grinding against one another.
"The ship is on approach, shaman. The queen will be on the landing pad within the hour."
"Thank you, Halamar."
Thirty minutes later, he stood at the front of the landing pad designated for the queen, waiting for the ship to land. Even though the palace was clean, Faroq made no attempts to hide who he was with his clothing. His chest was covered in light, segmented body armor, and tan wrappings made of a light cloth were pulled tight down to his wrists, held in with bracers. In each bracer, the hilts of three daggers jutted out, along with two more at the waist. Through his cloak, the hilt of his Vibro-falchion jutted over the right shoulder, and his rifle was slung over his left. Even while resting, he looked ready to fight at a moment's notice. His warriors lined the sandstone walkway behind him, as he stood patiently, waiting for the Queen to arrive.
Halamar ran up, slightly out of breath, "Shaman, another ship is incoming. She has addressed herself as a jedi, coming in for negotiations."
Raising an eyebrow, Faroq chuckled, "This will be quite an evening, Halamar. Let's have some fun with this. Give her permission to land."
Halamar ran off to give the order, as Faroq began to see the ship in the sky above.
@[member="Darth Ilyena"]
@[member="Sophia Walsh"]
Faroq rarely cared about keeping the palace immaculate, but today was a very interesting day. A queen had decided to hire his war parties, and she was coming to him for negotiations. Sometimes, even a warlord had to make a presence for royalty.
As he shouted orders in Kaleeshi, a warrior approached him, a red sash across the chest and the diamond etched into the forehead of the mask marking him as Halamar, his second-in-command.
"Yes, Halamar?" Faroq's voice was a low rumble, like boulders grinding against one another.
"The ship is on approach, shaman. The queen will be on the landing pad within the hour."
"Thank you, Halamar."
Thirty minutes later, he stood at the front of the landing pad designated for the queen, waiting for the ship to land. Even though the palace was clean, Faroq made no attempts to hide who he was with his clothing. His chest was covered in light, segmented body armor, and tan wrappings made of a light cloth were pulled tight down to his wrists, held in with bracers. In each bracer, the hilts of three daggers jutted out, along with two more at the waist. Through his cloak, the hilt of his Vibro-falchion jutted over the right shoulder, and his rifle was slung over his left. Even while resting, he looked ready to fight at a moment's notice. His warriors lined the sandstone walkway behind him, as he stood patiently, waiting for the Queen to arrive.
Halamar ran up, slightly out of breath, "Shaman, another ship is incoming. She has addressed herself as a jedi, coming in for negotiations."
Raising an eyebrow, Faroq chuckled, "This will be quite an evening, Halamar. Let's have some fun with this. Give her permission to land."
Halamar ran off to give the order, as Faroq began to see the ship in the sky above.
@[member="Darth Ilyena"]
@[member="Sophia Walsh"]