Private What is the point of doin' nothin' at all?

[Amali Mustra]

Adron Malvern


It had been almost two weeks since the encounter with.... that Dark Sider. Amali hated the agreement she made, thinking of it either becoming more cold lectures like before, as if she wasn't intelligent or knew nothing, or an emotionless glare where he would merely tolerate her existence, ignoring her presence. But he would realize she was not intimidated, nor was she a liar. She wanted to prove a point to him. He didn't need any guarantees from her that she would show, she commits to her words as equally as she commits to her people. She never lies, and would fight to the death to prove that. Just like with her determination to fight Adron if he was going to spread her secret, even if it meant she lost. She treats it as law, that anything she says she is held accountable to. She believes if she didn't, she would be unfit to lead her people. Aside from the fact she already thought that, she couldn't prove herself in a day. The least she could do was to hold herself to the standards her parents and her people hold very dearly. Every time she leaves her home, there's a risk that she could expose the secret of her people, and herself. She won't do it foolishly, but she also won't hide in a corner, hoping for the universe to provide for her. She had destroyed the communicator out of rage, but the contacts she had lead her here. Unfortunately she would have to deal with the local rabble, which she couldn't be bothered to do.

Amali had entered illegally with an unmarked ship, and her only excuse was "I'm here to see Adron." Unfortunately for Adron, she didn't give her real name, "you may address me as Clara Tanik, tell Adron 'Mustra,' he'll know what that means." Amali didn't fight any inspection of her ship, but the small bag she had on her, her book, and her sword she would not permit anyone to touch or inspect. In fact, the first attempt by a peacekeeper to try and take any of the items was met with a swift sword to their neck. No one was harmed, thankfully, as Amali just wanted them to know she was going to be dead before they laid any hands on her or her belongings. At least she complied with being escorted to a holding room to be questioned... She sat relatively quiet with her arms crossed, only saying "I will only speak to Adron, I'm not here for lowly peons." However, some arguments and raised voices would occur before Adrons representative would arrive. But Adron would have to hurry, as he knew Amali doesn't take crap from anyone, and even threatened him twice, what she would do to a peace officer if she would challenge their king probably wasn't healthy for anyone.

 

[Adron Malvern]

M U S T R A​

Tags: Amali Mustra ​

In his study the King of Illyria flipped from one page to the next. He'd found a particularly satisfying tome in the Temple of the Silma, dated back to the time when his ethereal master Kruel Zing yet walked the worlds of the living. It was a ponderous tome which went into specific detail the properties of certain herbs and fungi that could be found on Illyria.

He'd taken off his blazer and rolled the sleeves of his cream colored shirt up to the bend of his elbows. His free hand was propped on the edge of his desk, a single finger twirling towards the ceiling as he read from one page to the next. A soft knock echoed out from his door although his gaze did not falter. "I am more than sure I requested not to be disturbed." He called out, yet the door came open without the King's permission. Of course he could sense the man who stood on the other side of the door.

The flaxen haired man strode into the study, his arms folded tightly behind his back as he spoke. "Yes, of course your Majeste. Although there is an...odd report that came from L'enfer." Adron exhaled softly before closing the book in his hand, he turned his eyes to Jean with an expectant gaze in his eyes. "Very well."

The Chamberlain cleared his throat before producing a datapad from behind his hands, passing it to the King. Adron's finger that had been twirling suddenly came to a stop. Jean's eyes rose to the space over his head where dozens of books were floating above his head, spinning in a slow spiral that was gradually coming to a halt. Adron took the datapad before looking over a recording of Amali Mustra arriving on L'enfer. He immediately exhaled from the sight of the girl before looking to Jean.

"When was this taken?" He asked. Jean glanced over to a clock on the wall before responding promptly. "Seventeen minutes ago, your Majeste."

"The girl brazenly requested you by name. Our Security Forces have her detained for the time being, however it seems she snuck onto L'enfer." This caused Adron to rise from his chair. As he grabbed his ebony blazer from the back of the seat, pulling it on over his arms the books that flew above their head began to fly to their respective shelves in perfect unison.

"Do you know this girl, sir?" Adron ran a hand through his hair before passing Jean, refusing to answer. "Prepare my shuttle." He said, making his way out of the study. Jean bowed his head respectfully as his King passed by him. "Very good, sir." Once the King had left the room, Jean produced his commlink, notifying the King's shuttle to begin preparing for launch. Once the notification was sent, Jean smiled softly. "It seems he does know her. How interesting." With nothing more the man turned to follow the King down the hall.​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Adron Malvern


It was unknown how long it would take for Adron, or a representative of his, to show up. Still having to deal with local security, Amali wasn't playing very nice, nor fairly, for that matter. Talking smack and even pulling the guards chains, maybe even tempting them to act. Amali, herself, had no authority to answer to. If anything, she was her own authority. But she wasn't being a prick for the sake of being a prick, she was testing Adrons personal little security forces. She had the gall to find Adrons personal home, and even go there without any protection, then trash talking and intimidating his security forces. She had the confidence and determination to meet Adron on his turf, not his lackies.

"My weapon is the last thing to ever leave my hands, and it only leaves by my choice," she inspected her own weapon as she sat down in the confined room, being questioned by the security forces, "if you touch it, I promise you, it'll be the last thing you ever actually touch." The security officer stared at her, "are you threatening me?" Amali shook her head as she made the blade glow with her own force imbuing into it, "I'm not threatening to kill you, no, but having to get robotic hands doesn't mean dying, either." She was just wasting time with meaningless banter, waiting for Adron or someone with enough knowledge and authority to understand who she is and why she was here.