The Galactic Alliance [ Mando'ade, Sacred Lotus, Free Worlds Coalition, Galactic Empire, Iron Empire

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles strode forward calmly the hood of his robes drawn over his head as he handed over his weapons to the Jedi suppressing a noise of annoyance as he slipped into the room everyone was gathered in leaning against the back wall calmly as he watched the meeting. He saw the Mand'alor he saw a man whose force presence was familiar bringing a small smirk to Aedan's lips. Finally his eyes fell on Kiera who sat alongside both men it was clear that the Mandalorians were the main instigators of this meeting which wasn't bad in his opinion. But today he wasn't here as a Mando or Admiral for the Iron Empire. Today he was here as Aedan Miles Titan of Conquest to deliver a few items to certain members of this group deciding to take a moment to watch and listen the young man moved to lean against the back wall the hood of his robe drawn over his easily noticed purple hair his head down almost as if asleep to hide his dark violet eyes.

[member="Nylea Apollodor"] [member="Amaya Verd"] [member="Hazel Zanteres"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] [member="Honos Strakh"] [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Nora Lithos"] @Chip @Mara D'Lessio Merrill [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

There was a plenty of foreign and unfamiliar faces around the Sole Ruler. The only ones that were familiar to him were that of Isley and Keira that he walked with, and the one of a certain Jedi Master that leaded the effort of stabilizing Mandalore. There were even reports coming to him of Olivia from Clan Dem'adas making an appearance. The Concordian wondered if Clan Dem'adas was to be a part of his sect of Mandalorians. All those that didn't rally and follow the Munin were considered dar'manda to his eyes, and every Faithful Mandalorian was granted the permission to kill them on sight.

It was irrational, but what kind of Mandalorian pledges themselves to the six tenets and yet not follow their leader that proved to be stronger than them? It annoyed the Munin of the new mentality that the Mandalorians had of thinking they had more power than the mantle Vilaz held. He blamed the Alor'e council for this virus as it instilled a form of democracy into those and believing that together they could overrule their superiors.

And that was not the way of the Mandalorian culture.

"This is my face to these foreigners, vod," the warrior said to the young Verd before she went off in some direction.

And then he saw him. Oh, how could he forget that face? He remembered it all what happened on Myrkr. And then there was rage and fury. It boiled in his blood and seeped his veins. His eyes widened, and were filled with danger and hate. He couldn't restrain himself and he wouldn't. He was no Sith that was filled with the Darkside, but he was a Mandalorian filled with vengeance.

"YOU!"​

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The Mand'alor's voice roared out where everyone could obviously hear him. He forgot about all the diplomacy that was bound to happen here. He would take the scalp of that certain Imperial and beat him until he couldn't make him bleed anymore. The warrior walked in a fast pace towards the group of Imperials, but was focused on Irridus. He had no weapon, but his mind and his body were.

"YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME NOW."​

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[member="Nylea Apollodor"] [member="Amaya Verd"] [member="Hazel Zanteres"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] [member="Honos Strakh"] [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Nora Lithos"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Darth Metus"] @Chip @Mara D'Lessio Merrill [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

The guest list. Kay had only taken a peek at it. Most of the people she hadn't heard of before. But that didn't mean much. There were still holes in her memory that she was trying to fix. Yet she'd been inundated with meetings lately of other governments wanting to ally with Commenor. And with Commenor expanding it's reach, that only increased the workload. "I saw the guest list, yes. It's a lot more people than I was expecting."

Did she feel intimidated? Partly. But that was why she had [member="Veiere Arenais"] with her. His voice and his presence kept her calm. Plus he had a great mind.

Kay led Veiere over to the refreshments, getting some tea for herself and letting him pick out his own drink. She turned to eye those that had gathered and it reminded her of the days of the Republic when she served as a Senator. She had a feeling that things here won't run smoothly.

As if on cue, [member="Vilaz Munin"] started yelling and made a bee-line towards what looked to be Imperials. Here we go....

[member="Nylea Apollodor"] [member="Amaya Verd"] [member="Hazel Zanteres"] [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] [member="Honos Strakh"] [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Nora Lithos"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Chip"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Honos [/COLOR][/FONT][COLOR=#ffffff][FONT='courier new']Strakh"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

Irridius was shocked at first, but when he realized it was one of the savages he was far-less-so. Turning calmly towards the barbarian as he barked and barked, The Grand Admiral did nothing but keep his hands folded and smile. This man knew what his defiance had gotten him before and yet, here he was, stomping about like the uneducated Rim Trash he was. The Grand Admiral could have yelled back or taken an aggressive stance, but he had already taken something this savage could never get back. He had taken his people's lives in front of him and proven his culture's weakness.

He had no need to take anything else. Besides, Irridius was a man of the High Culture. He had to uphold himself to a higher standard than these mutts that trifled about the galaxy, keeping planets warm for their eventual assimilation into The Empire. So here, among the other dignitaries, he would prove how unruly and undeserving of trust the savages truly were.

"Negotiations haven't even begun and already the Mandalorians are resorting to a more primitive nature."

Irridius spoke with a calmness bordering on the psychotic as the angered ball of beskar paced toward him. The Shadow Guard would intervene, he was certain.

 

[Nora Lithos]

|| [member="Lady Kay"] // [member="Vilaz Munin"] // [member="Aedan Miles"] // [member="Darth Metus"] // [member="Nylea Apollodor"] ||​

|| [member="Amaya Verd"] // [member="Hazel Zanteres"] // [member="Veiere Arenais"] // [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] ||​

|| [member="Honos Strakh"] // [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] // [member="Tanomas Graf"] //[member="Keira Ticon"] ||​

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As hard as one might try to think otherwise there were few things as soothing as the simple touch of another person’s hand on your shoulder. Her head gently bobbed up and down at the best-wishes on the test, Nora had a rather good feeling about it but the results had not yet been returned to her. The subject at the moment was a small collection of courses about some of the more fragile ecosystems around the galaxy and an overall look into the world of food webs. Perhaps not the most interesting of subjects, but a subject that she needed to read up on regardless. She was after all not the dean of biology. Yet.

A small smile spread on the Arkanian’s lips as she reached out to shake Nylea’s hand. “Yeah, there’s a lot of people.” She felt as if she simply repeated the obvious, but perhaps it had to be stated anyway. “Biology, looking to branch into virology and disease and the prevention of such.” There was no follow up question as to what Nylea did, as a new Jedi there were only so many things that Nora had noticed they seemed to do. Train and sleep. Granted, training in this case went beyond simply running the laps around the temple grounds, but they certainly did that too, Nora knew that much from her own morning runs around the grounds.

And she still couldn’t quite understand how it was that they could lift things with the power of their minds either. She had tried to do it herself when there was no one around and she had not seen success, not even once. It was confusing and utterly disappointing at the same time. The way some of them seemed able to speed across the fields at the blink of an eye was something to see as well. It certainly struck her as a particularly useful skill on some of the more lazier days on campus. Especially when the alarm didn’t go off and you missed half a class simply because of the distance you had to travel to get there.

She held back the sigh and nodded her head in response to Hazel and Nylea’s offer to follow them. Nylea continued talking and once more, Nora nodded without really saying much. At least not at first.

“Monastery is the second planet I have ever been to other than my home.” The girl shrugged. It was the cockiness of a girl who had not been hit by the full-force of homesickness yet. A third person approached and Nora gave them a small wave. Nylea seemed to know her as well. Perhaps she too was one of the Jedi, or some sort of Jedi acquaintance? It didn’t matter a whole lot, the girl had withdrawn her more sturdier, study-related pad from her belt and proceeded to grab the appropriate stylus for writing.

And then… Shouting. The girl’s grip on her pad tightened and she took a step back as if on reflex with a small nervous whine. She had no idea who the screaming man was, but he was not someone that seemed to be here in the interests of peace. She took yet another step back until eventually her head would just about pop out from behind the back of Doctor Zanteres.

“Who is that?” She whispered behind the doctor’s back. “Will he be a problem?”

 

[Amadeus Tarkin]

As the mando started towards [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] Amadeus checked his gun, fully functional, hopefully there wouldn't be any fighting. But showing the barbarians a little Imperial Discipline couldn't hurt. Amadeus reached up and turned off his helmet's voice scrambler so that he could be understood. Just in case, but if trouble did happen Amadeus and the rest of Death Team Six would be on hand to protect the Empire's leaders here. "Stand away from the Admiral, Mandalorian. You have no jurisdiction here, so please back off." Then Amadeus would step back to leave the trio of imperial's path clear.

[member="Lady Kay"] // [member="Vilaz Munin"] // [member="Aedan Miles"] // [member="Darth Metus"] // [member="Nylea Apollodor"] ||

|| [member="Amaya Verd"] // [member="Hazel Zanteres"] // [member="Veiere Arenais"] // [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] ||
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|| [member="Honos Strakh"] // [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] // [member="Tanomas Graf"] //[member="Keira Ticon"] ||​

[member="Nora Lithos"]​

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Kor Rekr"] [member="Nora Lithos"]

Why was it always him that ended up having to guard the pompous nerf herder whenever there was another, equally large nerf herder stomping about? The walk inside had been pleasant enough, he hung back and admired some of the ladies attending. Life was good...but now...now this.

It wasn't enough that The Empire thought it necessary to throw his men against the walls of their own Knightly temples, but now it thought that throwing the daggers in the dark into a room full of lit matches and gunpowder was a good idea? He karking hated the military sometimes, especially now that The Empire was looking into an alliance with the very people he despised. The Iron Empire stole his people's culture, as far as he was concerned. Chalking them up to vassals before spreading their own taint onto Csilla.


There would be time for internal griping about that later, though. Right now there was the steroid huffing T-Visor crashing toward him and his oh-so-high-and-mighty Grand Admiral. Rekr was the first to make a move, telling the meathead to turn his roid rage down a few notches. Titun wasn't so sure that was going to work, so he took the path less traveled and hit the safety on his E-11D, causing it to hum with that familiar buzz as he raised it to a ready position; flipping off the scrambler on his own helmet just as Rekr had done.

"Easy there, muscle bucket, walk your happy ass back in the other direction and sit by your coloring book so the adults can talk" Titun warned, ready to raise his rifle and fire

 

[WolfMortum]

Veiere hadn't even had the chance to find a beverage that would sate the feeling of unease weighing down over him before one of the Mandalorian found it within themselves to declare their hate and wish to kill one of the Imperials. Sighing under his breath, he glanced briefly to Kay having heard her remark though more to the point, having felt her skepticism over the proposed negotiations and the way they were turning already, shaking his head in equal disappointment. 'It's not your fight...' he thought to himself, trying to discourage that urge to intervene before someone got themselves killed. They hadn't been there more than fifteen minutes and already someone was gunning for the jugular so to speak.

Those practiced in the use of the Force within the room would no doubt the surge of power called to Veiere as he reached out, focusing on the Mandalorian, [member="Vilaz Munin"]. He didn't know this man at all and did not doubt his ability to fight others though conflict was the last thing they had come to speak upon. Willing the Force to embrace Vilaz telepathically, Veiere sought to convey a sense of calm over the other while too speaking to him personally so not to make a public show of his attempt to deter the mans blood lust.

'My friend, you have the rest of your life to fight for your pride but here we have come on the premise of peace ​

and I would very much wish to hear these people out. Why not find yourself a strong drink and join us...-I do not think the Imperial is going anywhere fast.'​

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While his attempt might prove futile and the Mandalorian possibly too headstrong to allow his will to fight to subside from Veiere's attempt to persuade him otherwise, this was a far better alternative than watching the two stormtroopers try to gun the man down. Vilaz would know immediately where this form of contact was coming from, Veiere shaping the open connection between them to call to the Mandalorian's attention so that he might acknowledge the former Jedi speaking to him. Regardless of the mans willingness to accept the request, Veiere would make no secret of his will to avoid any unnecessary death.

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[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] | [member="Honos Strakh"] | [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Nora Lithos"] | [member="Amaya Verd"] | [member="Nylea Apollodor"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Chip"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Darth Metus"]​

 

[Nylea Apollodor]

Nylea would have loved to keep talking, but when she heard shouting she immediately shifted her posture to something alert. She felt tensions rising and that would only lead to conflict, the very thing that the meeting sought to prevent. "I'm stopping this before it gets out of hand," she said as she started moving to get inbetween the two as one approached the other.

She walked in a similar pace as the aggressor on her way to stand inbetween the two, hoping that would at least stop the direct confrontation. A pair of deathtroopers called out at the approaching man but the Echani knew their words would only make things worse. She now blocked the direct line between the aggressor and the target and looked directly where the man's eyes would have been behind the helmet, unflinching. "I must ask you to stand down. The Order of the Sacred Lotus have opened their doors as a middle ground for peaceful negotiation, but ask to keep personal conflicts outside of this." Her tone was neutral, not showing any signs of hostility, and the Force aided the words. Speaking through the Force was her primary way of stopping confrontations and she hoped it would work here as well. Normally the Echani would have felt uncomfortable speaking on behalf on the Lotus, but her will to keep the galaxy as peaceful as possible, no matter how small the potential conflict, overwrote that.

She didn't move, but addressed the death troopers behind her in a similar tone. "I know you have come for the protection of your superiors, but I must ask you to stand down as well. This is not a place of hostility." Once again the Force guided her words, aimed at calming the situation down as much as possible.

Spoiler

[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Titun"] | [member="Kor Rekr"] | [member="Nora Lithos"] | [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Amaya Verd"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Chip"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Honos Strakh"] | @Olivia Dem'das

 

[Ria Misrani]

Amaya took a deep breath as it seemed before she could even properly introduce herself, or even reintroduce herself. [member="Lok Munin"] and the Imperial Remnant, or Galactic Empire as they seemed to be going by these days seemed to have words with one another. She could scarcely blame her uncle. Before she could say a word the young Echani spoke, and so Amaya kept her peace. There was no point in adding to the situation except that she could only hope that old [member="[/FONT][FONT=georgia]Vilaz[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=georgia][SIZE=14px] Munin"] would be able to contain his rage for another time. They would have the Imperial's yet but now was not the time especially when her father was working to construct a true galactic concordance. "I have heard many good things about Commenor," she interjected drawing attention away from the situation as both @Veiere Arenais and [member="Nylea[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=georgia][SIZE=14px] Apollodor"] did their best to defuse it.

She cast a sidelong glance in the direction of [member="Hazel Zanteres"] and [member="Nora[/FONT][FONT=georgia] Lithos"], an almost apologetic one at that. She knew good and well the reasons for Munin's outburst, and understood it to an extent. Still, this would only make the negotiations that much more difficult. Imperials she wanted to scoff, they were so full of themselves, and that was the last that she thought of it. "We are all here to seek to protect ourselves from the larger and more prosperous," and well armed, "nations of this galaxy, what's to stop the teeth of the Galactic Alliance from turning this way to face the Empire, or the Mando'ade? To stop the First Order from doing the same?" If one felt they could withstand the might of either nation then perhaps they should share their knowledge or part with it.

"Pardon my manners, I am Amaya of House Cardei and Clan Verd." She introduced herself to both the King and as she turned the Queen of Commenor [member="Lady Kay"]. "Come, let us share a drink with the Commenori," the Mandalorian woman urged her vod as she walked gracefully toward King and Queen.

 

[Keira Priest]

As with seemingly everything recently Keira responded as instinct advised her rather than abiding by what most would call common sense, and so in that vein she reached out with the Force in order to hopefully halt the progress of one [member="Vilaz Munin"] as he quickly closed the distance between himself and a particular Grand Admiral that had raised many grievances among the vode. Should she be capable of halting his progress she would say nothing for a long few moments, instead letting him simmer in his rage for what could have seemed like forever. Taking a few steps forward herself, still doing what she could to hold him entirely still, she placed her left cybernetic hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently, merely standing there at his side.

"Munin, you are going to listen to what I say and listen carefully, understood?" Her voice was low in contrast to his explosive outburst, though it brimmed with threats of violence in and of itself. "If you are unable to maintain your composure for the duration of these talks, then it would be in your best interests to leave while my brother and myself negotiate for what peace will be made here today. I expect better behavior from the Mand'alor, seeing how you're the face of our people. All of us here feel the same as you, but now is not the time." Dark eyes stared directly into his T-visor where she knew he was looking back at her, "Do you understand?" Her tone made it clear that if he didn't, she would assure he did later. Now wasn't the time or place for violence.

Slowly she released her telekinetic hold on the man, turning and placing her helmet on the table, watching the Imperial troopers for a moment, instantly on guard at the sound of safeties being released in unison. "It would be in your best interests to stand down. Now isn't the time or place." Her gaze shifted smoothly to [member="Lucien E. Irridius"], "I would expect you to know better than those you condemn. We all came here to talk peace, and I would be loath to see my time wasted."

[member="Amaya Verd"], [member="Nylea Apollodor"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Titun"], [member="Kor Rekr"], [member="Nora Lithos"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Malok]

YOU!

The Mandalorian turned to see the source of the bellow, praying to the gods above that it wasn't one of theirs...Nope, it was [member="Vilaz Munin"]. His temper was hot, his pace was lightning, and he was making a beeline straight for...Oh. An internal conflict raged within Isley for a moment. On one hand, watching his people being blasted above Mykyr surely deserved retribution; and who was he to tell his King to hold back his fists? But. On the other hand...Isley could feel the eyes of everyone on them. This was more than just a single warrior challenging an old opponent. This was a first impression.

And how could nations place their faith in those who bring conflict to a peace talk?

Kark me running. he thought to himself, before striding away from the table. "Excuse me please." he muttered before adopting a brisk pace himself. Fortune would have it that he caught up with his King only moments before he reached the Imperials. "My King." he said verbally with a tone of utmost respect. However, those in touch with the Force would get an inkling of the silent tone Isley took with Vilaz. For when the two were alone, or speaking like this, they were not Mand'alor and Gogi. They were the two faithful who stood, back to back, while Mount Tantiss while all hell broke loose.

And for that reason did Isley feel absolutely comfortable giving his liege an earful.

Shelve it you angsty motherkarker. Shelve it. Shelve it or so help me Kad I will slap you. I want a piece of that karker too, believe you me, but we have a job to do. We have people depending on us not making complete asses of ourselves. We represent our people, and it's hard to trust those who were literally crusading to the Core recently. Shelve it, we can skin him later. Okay? Okay. Kark.

The Mandalorian gave his liege a squeeze upon his shoulder before rendering a polite nod to [member="Nylea Apollodor"]. "You have my sincerest apologies miss. We do not take for granted what the Sacred Lotus has done in offering this neutral ground." he began, giving Vilaz's shoulder a light tug as if to lead him to the table. "We had not anticipated encountering the one who had bombarded our people face to face, and thus tensions are justifiably high. However, I guarantee you that this matter will not come up again under your roof. My apologies again."

Isley then cast a glance at the Imperial...and felt his left eye twitch. However, he took his own advice and rendered a half-nod to the lot of them before insisting that Vilaz join him in heading back to the table. He then exhaled, gently patting his sister's shoulder in thanks. One could always count on [member="Keira Ticon"] to be a voice of reason.

[member="Keira Ticon"][member="Amaya Verd"][member="Nylea Apollodor"][member="Veiere Arenais"]@Titun@Kor Rekr[member="Nora Lithos"][member="Lucien E. Irridius"][member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay looked to [member="Veiere Arenais"] , noticing that his eyes were focused on [member="Vilaz Munin"] so she knew full well what he was doing. Not everyone liked having others enter their minds, most especially strangers. But instead of chastizing him, she just watched, for she knew that he meant no harm. Others tried to diffuse the situation as well, in their own way. It was interesting to observe how they all interacted with one another. Chaos was trying to gain a foothold here, just as it holds control over most of the Galaxy. Collectively, they'd all have to have the willpower to prevent it, to not be selfish and think of those under their care. It was just all a matter of whether or not they wanted too. If anyone wanted to quash the hopes for peace, then a bloodbath here would certainly accomplish that.

Her attention was then drawn to [member="Amaya Verd"] as she approached. She bowed her head and introduced herself, for she felt as though she was as much of a stranger to everyone else as they were to her. "Quite the...gathering here. I'm Lady Kay, Queen of Commenor. This is my husband-to-be, Veiere." Although they were secretly wed alreeady, it wasn't public knowledge. A celebration for it would be held later. Other matters of state kept them busy, however, so it would have to wait.

Her small connection to the Mandalorians wasn't well known either. Although she was adopted into Clan Raxis and put under their protection to keep the Commenori safe from the Crusades, she didn't partake in any of their battles. At most she stood by the side [member="Gray Raxis"] as he was punished for the crimes of another, yet she didn't follow their orders to take up arms. She had her own people to protect and she couldn't do that while fighting in someone elses' religious war that she didn't believe in. That decision worked out well for her in the end.

Kay sipped her tea, half wondering if tensions were just as high amongst the various Embassies on Commenor. So far it didn't seem to. The smaller egos of those living there was probably a big reason why.

[member="Nylea Apollodor"] [member="Hazel Zanteres"] [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] [member="Honos Strakh"] [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Nora Lithos"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Chip"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

In lieu of a helmet, his features were obscured by a hood.

He wore no smile, and swayed as he walked without the armor of the Mando'ade. No, today he represented a smaller sect of their people, a newer addition brought in during a recent campaign. The restlessness between Mandalorian and Imperial was palpable- it had always been so. Their cultues were at constant odds- rank and file discipline weighed heavily against the free form of clans and tribal life. They only ever got along so far as credits could pay for compliance. Today, the Imperials had no intention of making a payment.

Alkor was no fan of politics, and these agreements went against his idea of how to deal with foreign powers. They could consult with him if they saw fit, but the others of House Verd already knew the answer they would get. No, the Corellian Exile was not here to contribute- he was here as assurance. The Imperials had brought their own form of insurance. Against the better judgement of [member="Keira Ticon"], the younger brother of [member="Darth Metus"] stopped short of the unfolding scene and tilted his head.

Icy blue eyes flickered brightly from beneath the fabric, and his pale face lit up with amusement as he spoke. "This is a peace treaty," he spoke, cryptic and quiet. His gaze wandered over the Death Troopers that accompanied [member="Lucien E. Irridius"], a wry smirk playing at the edge of his lips. "No one invited your weapons."

The Dark Jedi stood between the tense groups, a hand covered in Mandalorian Iron held palm upward. "The rest of us were told to surrender ours by the Jetiise, so you have no need of yours." He gestured to the Silver Lotus Jedi, [member="Nylea Apollodor"] with that same hand. "As a gesture of good faith, you should do the same."

​He left unspoken the implications of failure to comply.

As the cloak fell away from his shoulder and the entire sleeve of armor became visible, an orange handprint was visible on the black metal. Imperfect, blotted, but certainly pressed to the iron by another living being. If his sister did not recognize the cold voice, she would easily know who it was by this marking.

​[member="Kor Rekr"]​

 

[Tanomas Graf]

The silence, and tension was sharply cut by a small slurping noise emanating from the Grand Moff. Putting down his cup of tea, he let his eyes dart over all of them individually. "How about we stop going for each other's throats for ONE MINUTE. All of us, all of us are on the verge of war, here." He snapped "The Galactic Alliance and this, this Dominion have become the scourge of the Galaxy, they have cause our otherwise peaceful cultures as well as the rest of the denizens of our Galaxy into to remain in a chaotic conflict for the past twenty years!"

"All of you, and I don't care who you are, sit down, start this meeting and save the snarky remarks for later. Mand'alor, with all due respect, calm down, you can break my top admiral's nose later." The old man hissed, sounding more like an authoritative grandfather than a grand moff, proceeding to stare down them all miraculously at once.

[member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | @Everyone Else

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles pushed off the walk striding forward calmly as he stood beside Alkor letting the force fill his body before pressing his presence outward around him pulling back his hood to reveal his shock of purple hair falling near his shoulders. Looking at the weapons of the death troopers the young mans hand came up clenching into a fist as he used the force to yank blasters from their belts levitating them over to the Silver Jedi by the door. "Next time don't even think about bringing armed troopers here." Before turning away he turned his gaze on the soldier that opened his mouth looking directly into the mans eyes the young man spoke calmly. "You should follow your own advice soldier this is leaders speaking not followers." He turned his violet gaze towards Alkor tilting his head a bit before he turned to make his way back to the wall his black cloak flaring out to reveal his black suit with a crimson shirt under a black jacket. Taking off the cloak he revealed a large symbol on the back of the shirt four emblems one larger than the others he turned looking directly at Alkor before turning towards [member="Darth Metus"] and offering a polite bow. "My name is Aedan Sky Sin-Miles I am here representing the Titan's of the Apocalypse as we would like to offer our services to all or certain members of this alliance depending on the interactions between everyone present at this meeting."

[member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Amaya Verd"] [member="Nylea Apollodor"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] @Titun @Kor Rekr [member="Nora Lithos"] [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Rashae]

She preferred to take her medical frigate. It allowed her to dress and prepare in relative privacy. Rashae was surprised about going to this meeting much less who was going to accompany her. Their arrival was without much fuss and weapons check produced nothing as she had no weapons. Their escort and Lord Vereen was another story.

Rashae was in fine elegance in blue as she approached the already full meeting. She provided her identity and the identity of whom was with her to the appropriate personnel whom guided her to Free World Coalition seating. She provided a bow to those gathered at the table.

“Hello, I am Doctor Rashae Lovous, Minister of Medicine of Alderaan and Representing the Free World Coalition. “ She turned to the Mand’alor as she smiled to him. “Pleasure to see you again, Mand’alor. Kiera you are as lovely as ever. “ She had seen Kiera on a holo or two in her support causes where the Mandalorians happened to be.

Those eyes turned to a prominent figure on the interstellar holo feeds. “You I have seen by reputation, Grand Mof Graf. Pleasure to meet you. “ Came the polite words and the equally lovely polite smile. “I do hope to get to know the rest of you a bit better. “

With that she sat down with grace and elegance. Her escort filed in close by looking like escorts do when on duty. She wondered where Lord Vereen was at but she focused on the task at hand. What was this about and what of value was it to the Coalition? Her hands folded lightly in her lap as she listened.



[member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Amaya Verd"] [member="Nylea Apollodor"] @Velere Arenais [member="Titun"] [member="Kor Rekr"] [member="Nora Lithos"] [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] (( whoever i missed))


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[Laira Darkhold]

Not a lot roused the Dragon from his lair but the Free Worlds had been invited and needed to make an appearance of sorts. Naturally, a diplomatic mission involving Mandalorians fell to Draco to deal with given his long tenure among the Mando'ade as a follower, a warrior, and a leader in his years. That time was long gone from him, and he had no more wish to watch his people die for a cause that was never their own and encourage his sons and daughters to waste their lives for someone else's wars, but nonetheless he went to the summit.

He was never truly without weapons, but nonetheless complied with the hosts rules about weapons aside from one of his Light Shields, the defense oriented device worn under the sleeves of his suit. Doctor Lovus was also in attendance, but he had something else in mind.

The warrior entered the council chamber quietly, remaining near the back of the numerous dignitaries. He was not here to be heard, but to listen and to discover the direction of this council, who the Free Worlds could be allies with and who were too erratic for their own good. Draco sighed as he found a seat and took up residence in the recliner, kicking back and relaxing his muscles for the moment. The ORC and the FWC had a relationship that was considered benevolent, and had since the ORC liberated the Kathol Sector from the Order of the Black Rose and Draco found it very odd they had not been invited.

He didn't find it odd that he walked in on Vilaz trying to start a fight with someone for something or another and the Empire trying to rally support against the Alliance as well as put up a show of strength against the Mandalorians in attendance by storming the place with armed guards. He expected those two things from the beginning. Given the Mando'ade had some form of alliance with the various Sith groups and the Empire did as well, two of the five allies the Free Worlds could gain from this stood against the core beliefs he was here to represent. Now was a time for patience, a trait every dragon has in spades.

"Has it already turned into a light-fight?" He muttered to himself, boredom across his features.

@Rashae @Tanomas Graf [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Amaya Verd"] [member="Nylea Apollodor"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] @Titun @Kor Rekr [member="Nora Lithos"] [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[WolfMortum]

He was relieved to see others stepping in towards the potential conflict, albeit more forward in their approach than Veiere had been though he knew nothing of this Vilaz Character to rightly to do so otherwise. Curiously enough, he and [member="Lady Kay"] were soon approached by one [member="Amaya Verd"], another of the Clans by her introduction. When Kay responded, introducing both she and himself as her husband to be, Veiere dipped his head in greeting, offering too a weclome smile. "This is certainly lining up to be one of the more interesting talks concerning peace that I've been invited too recently" He chuckled quietly before speaking directly to the woman of Mandalorian descent, "A pleasure to meet you, Amaya".

[member="Tanomas Graf"]'s voice spoke over the others, mentioning both the Galactic Alliance and that of the Dominion, the latter catching Veiere's notice and turning to look in the direction of the leading Imperial, a mixture of familiarity and concern crossing his expression. He had been there on Ession at the beginning of it all, had rallied both military and political members to come together alongside the heir to the ruling monarchy at the time, guided by the old ghost of Cyril Grayson's holocron to seat him at the head of it all. Veiere's decision to leave had not been anticipated, he had seen the way their course of war was quickly turning the nation and determined not to become an instigator for Conflict, he had opted out and Cyril's son Cedric had resumed power there. Since then, there'd been no contact between them and Veiere being on Commenor so far south of the Dominion's border, he'd not heard a word spoken of them until now. Frankly, the fact that they were turning heads did not surprise him, after Atrisia and the resentment over the loss of the world, one might argue that things were never going to correct themselves and lead them into a peaceful state.

"A drink sounds perfect..." He responded to Amaya's invitation to them both, somewhat unsettled by the influx of memories that Tanomas had encouraged.

[member="Olivia Dem'adas"] | [member="Honos Strakh"] | [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Nora Lithos"] | [member="Nylea Apollodor"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Chip"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

What better way to spend an afternoon than to listen to others open up old wounds and proclaim their greatness or vilify so and so for such and such that happened a long time ago though not in a galaxy far far away. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she accompanied the Minister of Medicine and the Prince-Consort. Normally she would have her own small bodyguard squad in tow, though she rightly thought it would be best to leave them behind. If it came down to it she could just play the damsel in distress and let Draco show his worth; just how well the damsel role would go for a woman in armor was only something that could be found out if it came to that point.

Then it hit her, the moment the doors slipped open and the trio stepped in, it was as if there were a wall and she had just walked straight into it at full force. The testosterone was thick in the air, and she wouldn't have been surprised if they had found a measuring tape. A soft scoff escaped her lips as she stood there and listened to the Mandalorian proclaim his hatred and so on and so on, to those representing the Galactic Empire.

"So, this is what serves as diplomacy these days? Tantrums in meeting rooms?"

Her voice only loud enough for those closest to her to hear, though she was sure that a few others would just as likely pick up on the words if their hearing was well enough. Standing quietly, she crossed her arms behind her back, clasping her hands together as her golden hues began to slowly pan over the room. That was why she was there most of all, for her own needs. She was there to watch, and take notes. Mainly she was there to keep on ear out for any that could prove a threat to Alderaan, though with as quick to temper as that Mandalorian was, she would keep an eye trained on that individual first.

Perhaps it wasn't the best move for that individual to immediately roar out, then again it wasn't the brightest idea to come stomping into the meeting armed to the teeth either. It seemed that the Gulag Plague had dwindled the intellectual gene pool along with culling billions at the height of its spread.

[member="Rashae"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Amaya Verd"] | [member="Nylea Apollodor"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Titun"] | [member="Kor Rekr"] | [member="Nora Lithos"] | [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]