D O M I N U S
The Mason Estate, Imerria
Only once before had the Mandalorian graced the hallowed grounds of the Archon's personal estate with his presence. Under the cover of darkness, he and his bride-to-be made the voyage in order to seek out his one, and only, friend's blessing...and also for her to see how much of a changed man he had become. No longer was he the same mercenary who followed her into battle; but he had matured into what would make an excellent husband and an even better father. Now, many months into the future, Isley Verd made his return to the estate; once more under the cover of evening. His footsteps were silent against the cobbled stone as he calmly strode along the pathway to the gates. With each step, the literal castle slowly but surely became clearer in his view. The vast majority of the structure's windows were dark or dimly lit, a reflection of the hour...but only a single window was fully illuminated. Typical of nobility...always making ya climb to the top. he mused as his fingertips slid to his belt. There hung a cloaking device that, upon the lightest of touches, resulted in his literal disappearance from view. Scanners and eyes alike would not be able to see him...but to the Force, he stuck out like a sore thumb.
With a jog, the Mandalorian took the first wall; leaping forward and scrambling over as silently as possible. Then, the grappling hook affixed to his utility belt provided him just enough oomph to make the leap from wall to wall. It was nothing short of difficult to find a decent handhold, but once situated upon the castle's wall, Isley began to climb. Typically, such an ascent would be characterized by the clatter of beskar plating...but for this evening, Isley wore something quite out of the ordinary: namely his Terentatek Vest, simple boots and pants, and no sleeves which exposed his forearms. This afforded him relative quiet as he scaled the wall; a feat that took only a few minutes to accomplish. Upon reaching the window sill, Isley pulled himself up and half-admitted himself within; taking a seat upon the sill. With a small expression of amusement upon his face, the Mandalorian then took stock of the room. There was no one inside, which was good...as Keter would have opened fire on sight...but the light to the adjacent restroom was lit. Whistling lightly to announce his presence, Isley then spoke aloud. "I hope you don't mind that I came by Feena. Forgive the hour."
Only once before had the Mandalorian graced the hallowed grounds of the Archon's personal estate with his presence. Under the cover of darkness, he and his bride-to-be made the voyage in order to seek out his one, and only, friend's blessing...and also for her to see how much of a changed man he had become. No longer was he the same mercenary who followed her into battle; but he had matured into what would make an excellent husband and an even better father. Now, many months into the future, Isley Verd made his return to the estate; once more under the cover of evening. His footsteps were silent against the cobbled stone as he calmly strode along the pathway to the gates. With each step, the literal castle slowly but surely became clearer in his view. The vast majority of the structure's windows were dark or dimly lit, a reflection of the hour...but only a single window was fully illuminated. Typical of nobility...always making ya climb to the top. he mused as his fingertips slid to his belt. There hung a cloaking device that, upon the lightest of touches, resulted in his literal disappearance from view. Scanners and eyes alike would not be able to see him...but to the Force, he stuck out like a sore thumb.
With a jog, the Mandalorian took the first wall; leaping forward and scrambling over as silently as possible. Then, the grappling hook affixed to his utility belt provided him just enough oomph to make the leap from wall to wall. It was nothing short of difficult to find a decent handhold, but once situated upon the castle's wall, Isley began to climb. Typically, such an ascent would be characterized by the clatter of beskar plating...but for this evening, Isley wore something quite out of the ordinary: namely his Terentatek Vest, simple boots and pants, and no sleeves which exposed his forearms. This afforded him relative quiet as he scaled the wall; a feat that took only a few minutes to accomplish. Upon reaching the window sill, Isley pulled himself up and half-admitted himself within; taking a seat upon the sill. With a small expression of amusement upon his face, the Mandalorian then took stock of the room. There was no one inside, which was good...as Keter would have opened fire on sight...but the light to the adjacent restroom was lit. Whistling lightly to announce his presence, Isley then spoke aloud. "I hope you don't mind that I came by Feena. Forgive the hour."
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