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Royal Negotiations

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"]
 

Lira Dajenn

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Luckily the Kaleesh didn't have to wait long, exactly when she was scheduled to arrive an H-type Nubian Star Yacht dropped into the atmosphere of Kalee, falling from the sky swiftly and shooting directly towards the landing pad. It cut smoothly through the air, going faster than most starfighters could and quickly arrived on the pad, setting down with a loud thump as three tri-pod like struts touched the compacted ground.

A ramp lowered itself seconds later, an ominous fog rolling off of it.

Then the sound of clacking heels could be heard on metal as Ilyena walked down the ramp of the star yacht. She was dressed in fine silken robes, red embroidered with lines of gold and what appeared to be platinum. A small scarf was wrapped around her neck, clearly meant to cover half of her face in case of fighting or a dust storm. Curiously on her hip sat a long lightsaber hilt that impossibly seemed to squirm with life.

The clothing clung tightly to her, showing off smooth curves and bosom, though still maintaining quite a bit of modesty. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail and her eyes burned a bright orange, shifting like hawks over the assembled warriors. Even without her crown she looked every bit the Queen.

She seemed to nod curtly, then descended down the rest of the ramp and onto Kalee.

As Ilyena approached the Kaleesh she already knew to be in charge her stoney expression changed to one of warmth. A smile appeared on her face, placating but warm. She approached the man, and waited for his greeting.
@[member="Faroq Kela'ahim"] @[member="Sophia Walsh"]
 
Watching the queen walk up, Faroq made no effort to hide his visual evaluation of her. His eyes moved up and down in the way a warrior assesses another. That, and with a little hint of enjoyment at what he saw. His eyes narrowed at the lightsaber however, before returning his yellow, reptilian eyes to hers. She saw the smile, and he nodded, the only sign of deference a warrior of his caliber would give.

"Queen Ilyena, welcome to Kaleesh. May the sands still their shifting for you." It was a kind greeting from his tribe, before the Unification of Kaleesh. "I am War Shaman Faroq Kela'ahim, of The Ahim Desert Vipers, the leader of the United Tribes of Kaleesh."
Halamar ran to the other landing pad with an envoy of warriors, preparing for the landing of the other ship.
@[member="Darth Ilyena"] @[member="Sophia Walsh"]
 

Lira Dajenn

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Ilyena inclined her head towards the masked man in greeting and acknowledgement, knowing that the greeting was about as fine as anyone could expect on this world. She was not insulted in the least when he trampled off to welcome another ship, she knew that likely there would be many bids for his attention, and here she was among warriors, not regal pomps.

Though she enjoyed being waited on hand and foot, every once in a while she could go without it...if only to get what she wanted.

Her smile flashed away as she was left with two Khaleesh on the landing platform, she eyed them slightly and then pulled her scarf over the lower half of her face. Sand and dust were already spewing up and she did not want to breath any of it in. The two warriors eyed her, both stiffening when she shot them a harsh glance.

Beneath her scarf she smirked.
 
A second Yacht dropped into the atmosphere of Kalee. This one held a last minute guest whom was less royal than the first but that wasn't something anybody needed to know. Sophia could play queen of Chroma Zed for the day and nobody would care. She had everything there as it was a castle, power the only things he didn't have was the crown or the actual name. The young woman even looked like a queen and knew how to act like one as well.

The second ship landed nearby on the second landing pad. As the ramp descended Sophia's heels heard upon the ramp as she made her way to the group.

Even though she wasn't a Queen, Sophia dressed and acted the part. She held herself proudly and confident as she made her way to the greeting party. The warlord in no way was intimidating to her. She had delt with his kind before and in fact her people had been under the rule of a warlord. Well before they were given their freedom back by the confederacy.

Smiling Sophia curtsied as she reached her host.


@[member="Darth Ilyena"]@[member="Faroq Kela'ahim"]
 
Faroq walked to the bottom of the second ramp, his stride like that of a panther, predatory and deadly in its grace. Watching as the queen lifted her scarf and led her escort inside, he looked back to the ship. Confident that she was not a queen that needed pampering, he listened to the clicking of heels coming down the ramp of the second ship. What is it with women and walking on stilts? His smile was hidden beneath his mask, the only sign of it a crinkling at the corner of the eyes. Halamar stood beside him, waiting for orders.

"Halamar, make sure that our little queen is cared for. I will deal with this one." He nodded and ran off to complete his task. Looking to the ramp, the War Shaman watched as the woman came down the ramp. She received the same assessment as the queen, his eyes scanning up and down, searching for weapons, and for the way she walked. You could tell a lot about a person by their stride. As she came close, she did some strange gesture that Faroq had come to know as curtsying, something he viewed as useless. With a wave of his hand, the warriors behind him lifted rifles, and aimed at their new guest."

"Why have you landed on my planet? No warning, or procedure. Do you hold yourself in such a way as to try and land on any planet without permission?"

@[member="Sophia Walsh"]@[member="Darth Ilyena"]
 

Lira Dajenn

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L
Ilyena watched the display of weapon showing with cold eyes, the dread orange staring at the other woman. She did not recognize her, though that meant nothing. The Galaxy was huge and there was a thousand Queens, a thousand Empresses, and hundreds of different titles for rulers that she could not even begin to list. The fact that this woman appeared, well she didn't find it surprising at all.

The Khaleesh were warriors second to none, equal with Mandalorians and just as fierce as any Sith. Their skills would be in high demand.

Ilyena had known this from the get go, and she had suspected that hiring this tribe would be more difficult than simply showing up. She doubted however that this woman had the same thing to offer than she did. Ilyena had more than money after all, she had that promise of war, of blood and glory, of everything the Khaleesh sought after.

As another Khaleesh warrior approached her Ilyena favored him with a smile. “Unexpected guests?”

It sounded less a question and more a statement. The Second officer however did not respond just yet, clearly interested in what was going on by the other ship. Ilyena simply stood, erect and regal as she watched what the other woman would do.
 
"Did you forget? You invited me here at the last moment." She sighed crossing her and across her chest. She looked unfazed by the guns pointed in her general direction. Sophia had been in tougher spots then this and had gotten herself out of them all. She was good at talking herself out of tough spots. "I'm Queen Sophia Denko of Chroma Zed and I came here to negotiate," she smirked.

Sophia couldn't play all her cards right away and tell him what she was hoping for. She needed to get him to put the guns away plus this was hardly the place to negotiate deals. This was not how she did business ever well at least on her planet. She had a huge meeting room which everyone sat around the table and mostly argued. Her castle was her home, not the office thankfully. She didn't like mixing work and pleasure.

@[member="Faroq Kela'ahim"]@[member="Darth Ilyena"]
 
Faroq narrowed his eyes. No invitation was sent out. But this woman was not afraid, at least on the surface. That, at least, held interest for the Shaman, his curiosity piqued. "Queen Sophia? Is it a habit of yours to invent imaginary invitations?" His voice had an amused tone to it. Lowering his hand to his side, the rifles lowered. "Follow me." Spinning around, Faroq stalked off to where Queen Ilyena and Halamar waited. "Two queens in one day! Haven't we become high class, eh Halamar?" his assistant didn't say a word, but his eyes displayed amusement. "Queen Ilyena, meet Queen Sophia, of some planet or another. She will be joining us in negotiations. It will add an interesting twist, no?" He continued forward, his clawed feet gliding soundlessly on the sandstone of the walkway leading to the palace.

@[member="Darth Ilyena"]@[member="Sophia Walsh"]
 
She was walking a fine line for sure coming here and boldly telling him that she had been invited when clearly they hadn't been expecting too. This was why for now at least she was following silently behind him to greet the other queen.

Being here was probably not in the woman's best interest however it was in the best interest of her planet as well as the rest of the confederacy. Sophia may be able to do some actual negotiating with them on tops of keeping an eye on the warlord and company. It was best to keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Queen Ilyena. I hope that I'm not intruding too much on your negotiations today. I hope instead to add to them and perhaps I'll have something to offer you as well."

@[member="Faroq Kela'ahim"]@[member="Darth Ilyena"]
 

Lira Dajenn

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Ilyena gave the woman a polite nod in greeting, exactly what one would expect from a Queen of her regal bearing. She smiled slightly as the Khaleesh introduced her, slightly amused by his words. The same smile stayed on her face as Sophia spoke with respect in her voice, Ilyena liked respect and whenever it was given to her, she would return it.

“A pleasure to meet you as well Your Majesty.” Her voice was soft and soothing as before, not agitated in the least by the surprising arrival of this woman.

Slowly she lowered the scarf from her face, not wanting to be rude to Sophia as the two began to walk behind the Khaleesh War Shaman. She smiled slightly as she watched the warriors, each hard eyed and gripping their weapon tightly. Inwardly Ilyena wondered how much blood and battle these men had already seen, and if they could ever truly be trusted.

She looked to the woman next to her for a brief second, then spoke again in soft tones. “I'm sure the War Shaman did not mention this, what planet do you hail from?”
@[member="Sophia Walsh"] @[member="Faroq Kela'ahim"]
 
Faroq led them into the the greeting hall, the double doors carved intricately sliding soundlessly open before them. Then the full sight of the hall met them. The nickname his people gave the space was "the trophy room." Heads of different vicious looking creatures, flags of fallen enemies, pieces of armor and droid parts were put on plaques and mounted to the wall, all surrounding a small, simple wooden chair that the War Shaman used as a throne. The crowning glory of his collection, however, were mounted in a display case in the wall behind the dais. Lightsabers of every size, shape, and color were placed in stands, activated and held in place with miniature traction beams. The collection was large, but many empty slots were reserved. Below each lightsaber, two names were carved in. The name of the owner of the lightsaber, and the one who defeated them, along with the date of the victory. Two chairs were set up for the queens, and Faroq gestured for them to take a seat as he took his, placing his rifle beside his chair in a holster, and the sword on his back on hooks built into the side of his chair.

"Ladies, welcome to Ahim Navosh, the glory of Ahim."
@[member="Sophia Walsh"]@[member="Darth Ilyena"]
 
"Chroma Zed." She did rule there but not as any official queen though many now saw her as a princess. The terror that she had helped lift from the planet helped her win the people's hearts. Terror that was brought about by a Warlord as such was her present company. The man's trophy room made her want to roll her eyes. Sophia had seen rooms like this before where men would keep objects that they picked up during battle. A few made her skin crawl but that wasn't something that she again would ever show.

Men like this Sophia knew better than to trust. They didn't have morals or code like warriors that she knew. These people cared for nothing but taking what was others and enslaving whomever was left. The whole thing disgusted her and it was not something she tolerated. She would for today at least as she gathered information, did research and make a few deals.

"Thank you," Sophia lightly smiled as took a seat still glancing around the room. "Quite the collection you have."

@[member="Faroq Kela'ahim"]@[member="Nemene Talith"]
 

Lira Dajenn

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She nodded to the other Queen in recognition, she had never visited the world before but she knew its location, the Confederacy.

If Ilyena was at all intimidated by the display she did not show it in the least. In fact she seemed to smile slightly as she walked through the museum like hall of lightsabers, their soft glow lighting her face with soft light and making her appear positively sinister. She quite liked this display in fact, the bright lightsabers made for interesting sights and they truly did catch the eye, she would have to think about duplicating something like this in her own hall.

Albeit hers would mostly be blue and green.

She smirked at that thought, then continued on besides Sophia. A smile fell on Ilyenas face as she saw how uncomfortable Sophia was by the display, clearly her counterpart suffered from the disease of morals, something that Ilyena did not. “Yes Its quite lovely"

Ilyena sounded rather chipper as she spoke, and she looked to Sophia with a smirk.
@[member="Sophia Walsh"] @[member="Faroq Kela'ahim"]
 
"I am not one for pleasantries, or small talk. So I shall cut to the point. I fight those who bring honor through their defeat, nothing else. My men are trained to know better than to kill those who cannot fight. The price of an innocent life is the one stained with their blood. So if you are wishing for us to raze a village, move to someone else. If you find this rule acceptable, we may continue negotiations." He leaned forward in his chair, his double thumbed hands forming a diamond in front of him.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]@[member="Sophia Walsh"]
 
The collection unnerved her but even more so was the fact that the other queen seemed to actually like it. The young woman would have liked to see another queen with morals however she was sadly mistaken. The galaxy as she was finding out was a cruel cruel place and she wasn't exactly sure that she liked it.

"That is very acceptable. Honor is very important to me and I'm glad to hear your men posse such." Them not being blood mongrels was a silver lining of sorts. She didn't want to deal with anybody whom thought it was alright to go around killing innocent people or those too old or young to defend herself. The thought of them hurting someone like her daughter was a horrifying thought.

@[member="Faroq Kela'ahim"]@[member="Nemene Talith"]
 

Lira Dajenn

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Nemene crossed her legs in a singular fluid motion, placing crossed fingers across her knee and letting one foot kick the other for a few seconds. She considered his words momentarily, as if not killing women and children could be a deal breaker if it didn't happen. Then she inclined her head, her orange eyes bobbing up and down for just a few seconds in confirmation. Her eyes then shifted to the other Queen, eying her for just a few seconds then moving her gaze back to the Khaleesh War Shaman.

“Very well.” She smiled slightly, perhaps the razing of villages could be left to other parties. “You should know however. If you allow yourselves to be taken on to my services, i will intend for you to stay in them, and you will eventually face the Republic.”

She wasn't going to lie at a time like this, there was no point. Nemene's ultimate goal was to take back Byss, and once she gathered enough forces to her, that meant taking on the Republic. It was her world after all, given to her by her father and rightfully hers. The Republic held it now of course, but eventually that would change.

She needed the Khaleesh to know what she intended, at least...part of it.
@[member="Sophia Walsh"] @[member="Faroq Kela'ahim"]
 
"Thank you, Queen Sophia. Now, what faction do you two claim?" He stood, and walked around to look at the saber collection, "I am not a pawn for you to move around the table, Queen Ilyena. I will make a contract with you to fight for you when needed, as long as it does not conflict with my own interests. But I will not be a permanant vassal." Faroq turned to face the two. He knew that she wanted to strike outwards, and could sense through the force her darker alignment, but he needed to confirm. As long as it did not conflict with his standing as General of the Sith Council, he would hire out war bands to these two.

@[member="Sophia Walsh"]@[member="Nemene Talith"]
 
"I'm from the Confederacy of Independent Systems." She knew that they were friendlier with the Republic than the Sith but that didn't always mean much. Hopefully he would overlook that little tidbit and still allow her to be here. It would be none too pleasing to end up thrown into the dungeon over what may or may not be happening. "We are always looking for someone to help us fight."

@[member="Nemene Talith"] @[member="Faroq Kela'ahim"]
 

Lira Dajenn

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“Apparently you are unaware of what a contract truly is.” Ilyena spoke quite flatly to the War Shaman. She was not here to be disrespected, and she was certainly not here to speak in circles. She would get to her point and make herself perfectly clear. She didn't really expect the Khaleesh to like it, nor did she any longer expect for him to accept her employment. This lack of explanation of course only made her lose more of her inhibition, and thus the Queen spoke her mind to the fullest. “When you sign a contract with me, or anyone really, you become a vassal, you become a servant, a soldier, you become a pawn for the contract owner to move and shift about as they see fit. That is the expectation that my money buys from you.”

Slowly she turned to look at Sophia, then returned her level gaze to the Khaleesh. “Thats what a contract is. Thats what being a mercenary is. The Expectation of not killing the innocent is of course warranted, and to be expected, but Mercenaries do not have agenda's. They do not have their own interests beyond the gain of wealth, glory, and honor. I cannot trust a man with interests of his own.”

Ilyena rose from her chair, her eyes looking at the Khaleesh with a flat stare. No, this particular warband was not at all what she was looking for. She could understand not killing children, perhaps even women, she could understand not wanting to be tied down, but having interest that could conflict with her own? That was not acceptable in the least. She could not trust someone like that, and she wouldn't throw someone into a battle that she did not trust.

“Perhaps your Majesty cares not for allegiances, but I would warn you against these men.” She spoke addressing @[member="Sophia Walsh"] this time, completely ignoring the War Shaman for a few seconds before returning her orange eyes to him "Thank you for your time."

Then the Sith twisted on her heel, turning about and beginning to walk down the corridor of Lightsabers.
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