Private With Abandon

[Ylla Caeli'runa]

G E T - A W A Y ​

Face: XX
Wearing: XX
Location: Illyria | Azurine City

Nothing thrilled him as much as when he ran. Those few moments when he could slip away from… well, everything. The capital of Illyria was just as beautiful as the pictures he pulled up on his datapad. In truth, the pictures hardly did it justice and it was refreshing. Naboo took his breath away and Illyria seemed intent on making sure he forgot to breathe again. All of it was so different from Velorum. Their buildings in Vaglaskogi were stone, concrete. These were entirely metal. Everything was metal. Of course, they had metal too, but it was used as reinforcement, not the entirety of their structures. Still, his feet moved him forward at their own pace.

He’d convinced Kadri that it wouldn’t hurt to go to Illyria for a visit, even if it was in the opposite direction of home. Ylla had been sure to read up on the Confederacy during their travels to Naboo and read of its government. They were led up a person called the Vicelord. Under him were Exarchs and Viceroys, and down and down the hierarchy went. The one that struck him immediately was an Exarch by the name of Adron Malvern. A king of a planet, similar to himself. Another pale man like the one he’d met in Naboo, both seemed Human enough. Because of their studies, Ylla insisted on going to Illyria to see the planet for themselves, citing a need to explore what they could before returning to the comforts of home. Reluctantly, the advisor agreed and sent a transmission back to the Council, effectively extending their tenure of ruling in place of the young and inquisitive Keisari.

Of course, somehow, by some odd fate, Kadri did not account for their lack of fuel. Which, if one ever spoke to her, was the responsibility of the crew during the meeting with Gerwald Lechner. But, that provided Ylla the perfect opportunity to slip out of the Aidoneus undetected without Kadri or guards looming over his shoulder. So, he did just that. He changed clothes, grabbed his datapad, and bolted out while the crew rushed to appease an annoyed Kadri with classic militaristic efficiency. Unfortunately, his advisor was also tied up in completing paperwork to document their presence in the city, but that wouldn’t be too large a concern for the lady.

Ylla grinned a wild smile as the sun chased him in between the metal giants of the city. The diversity of the city was astonishing and it was also extremely odd for him to see so many different types of beings in one place. Some looked like Malvern and Lechner, some looked like him, some were blue or red and had two tentacles? - something - sprouting from their heads. The streets here weren’t white or red or brown, another oddity. Lights of all colors could be found wherever one looked. Smells wafted through the air as lunches were being prepared for the day. He would’ve gotten something if he had any money on him.

Overhead, ships roared through the sky and caused his ears to ring a bit. Were those constant? How did the people sleep in a city that was teeming with so much life and activity and noise? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Either way it was a lovely day, especially with the river in view on the horizon. To be honest, he should have brought a light coat with him, it was cold within the shadow of the tall, sharp buildings, even with the sun beaming. It wasn’t nearly as hot as it was in Endura’s deserts. That was a shame, he hadn’t planned on this and, in hindsight, perhaps -

There was a small commotion and Ylla grunted, half colliding against someone after not looking where he was going. Damn it. He huffed softly and brushed his clothes off, turning quickly to apologize and stopping in his tracks. He knew that face as well as he knew his own. He should, he spent hours studying the man, trying to find any information that he could for a future occasion. Malvern. Ylla cleared his throat softly and looked in the man’s eyes as he spoke. “I apologize, I wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you alright?”

Another string of stupid things he’s said while away from his homeworld. He recognized that he should have played it off the moment after the question was posed. The least he could do was act like he belonged here. Instead, being the person he was, he slightly inclined his head and awaited a response. One ruler to another, even if that knowledge was likely unbeknownst to the man he now faced.

Adron Malvern ​

 

[Adron Malvern]

K I N G​

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The morning progressed steadily. Following a meeting with the High Court of Illyria, the King decided to take to the streets of Azurine. It was a simple pleasure that he was not able to enjoy nearly often enough. How often was it the King could enjoy a hot cup of caffe or a muffin at a nice diner? Even a stiff drink served by one of the many bars was something he was not usually able to enjoy. Of course in Dragonne Palace he enjoyed a private kitchen, several of them. Still, there was something about being out among his people that the King enjoyed. While strolling down the sidewalk the King held a small pastry in his hand. Warm and filled with a delicious cream cheese filling, he enjoyed a bite of his breakfast.

The King wore a suit of ebony, wonderfully sewn to his exact measurements. He always appreciated being well dressed, especially when out in public. After all, on his own planet he soaked in the appreciation of the commoners. Walking down the streets he was given a thousand blessings and greetings, of course many flocked at the chance to see the King of the planet, even when those near the Royal Palace, who were most associated to the upper class, would see the sight more than any other on the world.

"Votre Majesté, il est presque l'heure de votre prochain rendez-vous." A voice called out ot the King from behind him. The Royal Guard accompanied their King, clad in the beautifully deadly armor of their station. They were some of the most powerful warriors, Knights who had devoted themselves to the protection of the Royal Family. This particular Guard was the Knight-Lieutenant who was tasked with leading the King's entourage for the day. He was a loyal man, though somewhat bothersome with his rigid mindset. However, such a thing was to be expected in his place.

"Very well. We can take a left on the next street and l-" Slam. While the King's gaze had turned to his guardsmen, a young man came around the corner, slamming into the man. He felt the pastry's warm filled spill onto his chest while he came to a complete halt, his steps stumbling a bit.

As the man apologized for the common mistake, Adron could hear the song of metal drawing from a sheathe. He glanced to the side to see the members of his escort drawing their blades. "You dare-" The man's words were cut off as Adron offered him a harsh gaze, matched with a silencing gesture of two fingers cutting through the air in a sharp motion. "Sir Cael'duma. It was nothing more than a mistake. Sheathe your blades, all of you." The members of the guard responded only with compliance to the King's command. Adron turned down to exhale at the jelly filling that now covered his chest. "Damn. This is why I hate sweets." He muttered, before using the wrapper to clear some of the mess.

One of his men passed him a spare bit of cloth used to polish their armor plates. He accepted with a nod before wiping at the stain, all the while looking to Ylla Caeli'runa with a curious expression. "No harm done. Just a bit of jelly." The King responded before offering the slightest tilt of his head. His amethyst eyes looked to the man for a spare moment. "Your accent. Visiting or have you recently moved here?" He asked, before handing the cloth back to his guardsman.
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[Ylla Caeli'runa]

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Face: XX
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Location: Illyria | Azurine City

His stomach twisted and his foot stumbled back as he heard the familiar twang of metal being drawn, bracing for either fight or flight. Ylla wasn’t sure what he was prepared to do. Or if he could do it, unarmed as he was. Perhaps Kadri was right and he shouldn’t venture out so often unattended. But, then again, it wasn’t every day that you literally run into another Royal either. Sun-kissed eyes watched the guards around the King critically, biting through the panic that tightened his chest in a vice. He was just about to calculate the diameter when a voice spoke.

“Sir Cael'duma. It was nothing more than a mistake. Sheathe your blades, all of you.” Ylla, rather visibly, allowed himself to relax. Cael’duma. A name not too unlike his own. That seemed noteworthy enough. He waited expectantly, slowing his breathing back to normal as he went to clench a slender hand around his datapad. Instead of the casing, the young person found that his hand was empty.

Skítt. [Chit.]

He must have either dropped it or it flew from his grasp in the collision. His eyes searched the ground, finding it near the boot of the man that Malvern called Cael’duma. How convenient. Ylla listened to the question posed to him as he gingerly stepped forward and slowly stooped to pick up the device, stepping back in a manner that he hoped would show that he didn’t mean to bolt from the scene like some common thief. A glance down at the datapad showed him that the screen was cracked. Shattered was the proper word for it, the glass split from the middle outwards. Kadri was going to kill him, if he didn’t die or get arrested first.

When he’d situated himself back in front of the local King, he gave a soft smile. “Visiting, sir.” Oh, that was likely to get a rise from the guards again. But, he could feign ignorance if need be. He extended his arm, hoping for a handshake in place of a chopped limb. “I am Ylla Caeli’runa. From the Unknown Regions.” Folding the broken datapad under his arm and withdrawing his hand, the Velorian found himself staring just a bit beyond what he assumed was considered polite here. It was the King’s eyes that captivated him. Rather, their color. They were purple, of all things. Odd and unnatural.

His head gently jerked to the side, a movement that he often masked to seem like a mere head tilt in the public eye. Not now.

~ He could, all at once see reality and see images flash before their eyes in quick succession.
Purple.
Blood stained fields.
A twisted smile.
Tölva ~​

Slowly, his attention came back to the present moment, as though nothing happened. As if he had not gotten a glimpse inside of the man before him. A warning. “I would ask if I could replace your treat but, I don’t have any credits on me. Is there something else I could offer?” The young man offered another smile, a broader, more genuine smile. “Company perhaps? I’m sure it’s a burden to be followed about all day by rather dry conversationalists. Very familiar with that feeling. If you aren’t busy, of course.” In his mind, he chuckled to himself. That had to be the last insult he gave out today. It wouldn't do to garner any more anger.

Gods, what was he getting himself into?

Adron Malvern ​

 

[Adron Malvern]

YLLA​

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Some of the Knights in Adron's company seemed to take exception to Ylla's words. Their eyes fell on him through their helmets with harsh gazes. The King, however, was a bit amused at the man and his brashness. He said nothing for a moment, however his eyes glanced down to the datapad in Ylla's hand. It seemed damaged. The King did not speak, instead he merely held a hand out to receive the datapad. If Ylla would allow he would glance over the piece carefully. "It seems you've damaged your datapad, Ylla Caeli'runa." He said, repeating his name with a rather pointed efficiency. With that he would introduce himself properly.

"King Adron Malvern of Illyria." He said, bowing his head ever so slightly to the young man. He found him rather interesting, so much so that he snapped his fingers to the Royal Guard. "You'll return with us then." The King invited the man back to the palace with his hands falling to the small of his back. "My technicians can repair your datapad for you. I'm sure it is nothing more than a shattered screen. It would not take long. In the meantime we can seek some refreshments." He glanced down at his jelly stained tie. "Some free of jellies." He said with an amused tone.

With that the two would begin the short journey back to the castle. As they walked down the side of the street, the King delved into the Force, his lips curling into a small knowing smile as he realized that Ylla was touched with the gifts of the Force as well.

Now that is interesting. He mused.

"You must tell me what brings you to Illyria. My planet's potential is unrivaled, however there are better places to venture to in the galaxy. For the time being, that is." He said, not hiding the pride of his world.
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[Ylla Caeli'runa]

K I N G ​

Face: XX
Wearing: XX
Location: Illyria | Azurine City

Ylla placed the datapad in Adron’s outstretched hand, nodding. “It’s not too bad, really.” However, it seemed that they spoke in vain, the King seemed quite adamant in fixing the device and so, there was nothing to really be done without exposing himself for what he was. They did, however, make note of the way he said their name. Surprisingly accurate for one unfamiliar with their culture and naming conventions. Another noteworthy thing he’d learned today.

And there it was, an official introduction. Lovely. Of course he’d known that already. But now was the time to put on a performance. “Oh!” His eyes widened some, beaming with shock that he somehow managed to pull from thin air. He gave a bow from the waist, remembering from a Foreign Customs lecture that it would be one of the appropriate responses. Well, if Ylla were of a lower station. Otherwise, a dip of the head would do when meeting a person of a similar status. Perhaps Kadri knew that they’d get themselves into one mess or another and, thus, decided to share the information. It was a good thing that he listened. Phase 2: False Humility. “I apologize for the mistake in identity, Your Majesty. Your name is familiar, but I’ve never seen a picture of you before. A bit of research here and there, but nothing too in depth. You honor me with your generosity.”

Did he lay it on a bit too thick? Probably. But, maybe it’d be taken as a boy stumbling for the right words and saying everything he could to save face. Ylla fell in step beside the purple-eyed man as they began their walk. “Refreshments would be much appreciated.” His stomach growled, signaling its agreement. “I assume you have many ties to replace the stained one, yes? People that clean those things for you?” A light-hearted smile graced their features and he looked around as they went, still in awe of the scenery, basking in the sunlight.

Kadri was definitely going to kill him now. He should have declined the offer and that would have been very rude of him, especially when he wasn’t on official business and was instead parading around as a commoner, a tourist. No doubt he’d have a lecture on why it is, once again, of the utmost importance that “the young Keisari remain vigilant and under guard on travels abroad at all times”. Yes, he knew that speech very well. So well that he could quote it verbatim right now if he wanted to. Though, that’d never stopped him before and it certainly wouldn’t stop him today. Even if he was heading into the lion’s den.

“We were on an exploration mission. We traveled from the Unknown Regions, through the Outer Rim and into Wild Space. We were prepared to turn back around when the crew noticed a lack of fuel in our ship. We had enough to make it to Illyria safely for refueling and minor touch ups before setting our course for home again. It was the closest civilized world we could pinpoint.” The longer they walked, the more beautiful the scenery was. The buildings grew in grandeur and height. It seemed that they were close then, it wouldn’t be long now. “I’ve enjoyed my outing so far. Minus upsetting your guard and slamming into you, of course. Illyria is indeed a jewel.” He held the broken datapad in his hand and clutched it.

Ylla couldn’t call Kadri for help or send a message to her to tell her his location. Either they’d find him somehow, or they’d meet again when he returned to the Aidoneus. Both options were… less than ideal. “How long have you reigned here, my lord? Your people seem very happy and they appear to respect you. Venerate, even, with all of the ones I’ve seen staring and smiling during our stroll.”

Adron Malvern​

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Ylla. What an interesting individual. As the two made their way down the streets, the King held a fanciful interest in the man's words. Of course, in the depths of his mind he realized that something was not correct. He had been around it his entire life, so why was he surprised to see it here? A shroud. Ylla, who walked beside Adron was woven within a tightly crafted shroud. A shroud of falsehoods and lies or perhaps merely a cloak of minor adjustments to a story. The difference didn't really matter to Adron, yet he was enjoying the company regardless. They continued down the street after Ylla agreed and Adron listened to his words carefully.

"That does sound like quite the venture." He said, a single hand coming to brush against his chin, showing his mind was currently more than a few shallow thoughts. When the man spoke of Fuel and minor repairs, Adron could not help but chuckle softly. "Illyria is an expensive world for such things. I do not envy you." What the man said next caused the King to arch a brow curiously.

"How long have I ruled? Well I suppose nearly four years now." Four years. Two-hundred and seven days, and thirteen hours. He knew it nearly to the second, as it had been the crowning moment of his life. Still, there was no reason for him to divulge such. Their steps came shallow as they approached the Palace. It was a massive building, which took a rather sizable part of the city to house. There were rivers that ran through the city of Azurine, yet the Royal Palace seemed to sit on a lake of water, a massive island in the middle of the metropolis.

Ylla commented on how the people were happy and this brought a genuine smile to the man's features. "I am glad you see such a thing. When i journeyed here I found a war torn world. A hell hole in need of order. So I brought order. Most appreciate this, but there will always be those who do not." He admitted with a slight shrug. They approached a marble path that led to the Palace, however Adron's steps slowed to a halt. "I believe it is time you tell me who you are, Ylla." He said, finally glancing back to the man with a slight, knowing smile. "Before you enter into my home."
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[Ylla Caeli'runa]

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Face: XX
Wearing: XX
Location: Illyria | Azurine City

He nodded along in agreement. What pieces of the story were true could be summed up as “quite the venture”. Diplomacy was still a delicate operation to which they were still becoming accustomed to when it came to worlds outside of Velorum. At least on Velorum, he knew all of the rules and customs and courtesies befitting different social and aristocratic and even economic statuses. Outside of his homeworld, he studied continuously to be able to keep afloat on the latest news and changes in governments and vying worlds or dominions.

“It certainly was. Quite exhausting, being cooped up for so long on a ship. It becomes boring quickly as well. I did note the cost of the fuel and repairs, but I believe we’ll be able to manage. The government pays handsomely for exploration ventures.” He watched as they drew closer to the palace, the massive building dominating more and more of his field of vision with each step through well maintained streets. Four years Malvern has ruled so far. Twice than he has on Velorum. Ylla also knew that the Exarch held various political positions and titles and was experienced in a plethora of situations. He had time to grow into his role, of course. That did not make this talk any less intimidating than it already was. “Four years is quite commendable. I can understand why many would be grateful for the end of war, it wasn’t too long ago that my world was ravaged by it. There will always be those who do not agree with the state of things, but without that point of view, a ruler would simply be a figurehead.”

The road changed and the palace dominated each direction he looked in, minus the direction they came from. Suddenly, he became aware of a shift in the air. Malvern gave small hints to knowing on the walk to his estate, the smiles and the way he carries himself as they welked. But, Ylla hadn’t thought the topic would be breached so soon. He gave another easygoing smile and stopped just a bit behind the man. It had been fun while it lasted. He, at least, deserved to know the truth.

“I have not lied to you about who I am, so much as what I am. I hoped that I could get to know you, outside of the formalities. Thank you for the glimpse into your personality, it was wonderful getting to know you rather than the King of Illyria.” He let out a small sigh, as though he were letting go of a companion rather than a person he’d meant less than an hour ago. “Most of what I told you was true, parts of the story were false. Diplomacy meetings in the Confederacy followed by an interest in Illyria for its beauty and history. We have, truthfully, run low on fuel. I wanted to get away, alone, and so I did. I hoped to run into you by some chance, but… not in the literal way that I did.” He paused momentarily, looking back at those amethyst eyes.

“I am Ylla Caeli’runa, monarch of Velorum.”

Adron Malvern ​

 

[Adron Malvern]

ROYALS​

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There were very few things that the eyes of the wolf missed. Certainly he noticed the subtle change of demeanor from Ylla when he realized that Adron had assumed something was inherently wrong with what stood before him. His Knights were less...subtle about the realization, for when they heard their King mention a true identity, they all turned to face the stranger with an examining gaze. Finally the shroud of deceit was lifted and Ylla revealed himself for what he was.

A monarch on my planet and I am unaware? The King's eyes revealed the thoughts behind them. The King had heard mention of Velorum, however it was far from his most knowledgeable subject. Still, he met Ylla's words with a rather witty smile. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his words, before turning his eyes back towards the path ahead. "Well then. You'll be able to afford to replace this tie." He said, holding the bit of cloth up for a spare moment before tugging at the knock. The silk tie slid from his shoulders as he turned, making his way down the main path to the Palace. "Well, we did have a plan for refreshments, did we not?" He asked rhetorically as they continued on.

The main threshold for the palace was massive. A large staircase, several yards wide let to a single massive pair of large Phrik doors. They shined brilliantly as the group approached. Just before the door were members of the Illyrian Elite. A unit more commonly known as the Illyrian Master Spear warriors, they were a part of the Royal Army and masterful soldiers. The difference between them and their brothers the Illyrian Royal Skirmishers was a simple one, these men and women all hailed from the blood of the nobility. They were the planet's elite who tore themselves from their homes in service to the Crown. The repayment for such loyalty and valor was specialized training and advanced armor.

There were twenty of the men total, headed by a single armored knight of the Royal Guard. As the King and his entourage approached, the men all fell to their knees, bowing their heads respectfully, resting their spears over their left shoulder.
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[Ylla Caeli'runa]

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Face: XX
Wearing: XX
Location: Illyria | Azurine City

Ylla waited patiently for a response. He was sure that it might’ve been a shock to discover a random monarch on your own planet without any sort of planning or agreement or even acknowledgement beforehand. He folded his hands behind him, resting easily under the traveling cloak around his shoulders, the datapad resting easily in his grip. The Knights’ reactions weren’t lost on him, turning slightly to look from the corner of his eye. If only to ensure his own safety. The young monarch gave a small inclination of his head, eyes shining with a dare in them and a coy smile. Ok, now, that definitely had to be the last time he did something like that today. You have to stop offending people, Ylla, he reminded himself as his eyes turned back to his host.

From the look in Adron’s eyes, he was right. The poor King was caught unawares. “I hope you do not feel bad. You could not have known. Really, the intention was not to make any noise here, but I’m far too curious to sit in my quarters for hours on a ship when there’s land to walk on.” He was faced with a smile at first glance, returning it in kind and taking the tie, grinning widely. “I can, of course. What size do you wear?” It was smooth, far too smooth, under their fingertips. They had a similar fabric on Velorum from a native beast. It would take a considerable custom order, but that wouldn’t be too much of a price to repair the mistake.

A tie for a bump in and an unknown guest was a small payment indeed.

One foot in front of the other, Ylla followed behind the King of Illyria, climbing the stairs with a pep in his step. It occurred to him that he hadn’t really had much exercise since leaving for Naboo. Perhaps that was part of why he was so restless to get outside. He’d have to remedy that once he was home. The top of the staircase gave him a clear view of the entrance to Adron’s palace. At a first glance, his view encompassed several guards and giant silver doors that caught the sunlight and flashed in his eyes. Echor had a sense of humor today, it seemed.

The one thing he couldn’t figure out was why there were so many guards on the outside of the place. Would just a few do the trick? Or was there something that the King was specifically guarding against? He hummed a note of appraisal, watching the display with contentment. “I do have one question. What are those doors made of? I don’t believe I’ve ever seen something so… reflective.”

Now, that he thought of it, he lied. There was more than one question, though, this one was more rhetorical. Though, Ylla hoped for an answer. “You have quite the detachment of guards outside of your palace. How many are inside?” It wasn’t that the junior of the pair was nervous or unaccustomed to being surrounded by security. It was simply a fact that he didn’t see the need for so much security if they were at peace. But, Velorum and Illyria, despite their similarities in recent history, did have their differences in all facets of life. That was part of the wonder and magic of the place.

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[Adron Malvern]

KINGS​

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When asked the size of his tie, the King spoke simply. "Standard, sixty inches." He told the man with a slight twinge of amusement in his tone.

The King led the way into the palace, entertaining Ylla's questions with seemingly flawless pace. "The doors are made of Phrik. You see, this planet may not look it but it has an incredible supply of rare ores. It is one of the reasons I chose this world to be the seat of my power." He explained to Ylla. As they passed the guard, the rattle of their armor could be heard as they returned to their post. Ylla's question about the guard caused the King to flash a small smirk at the words. He couldn't think that the King would truthfully answer that could he? Well, he would, however the answer may surprise. "At any point in time there can be as few as a hundred or as many as a thousand. I am not privy to this knowledge as only one person is aware of such things on a day to day basis." He did not comment on who that person may be.

The King led them down the halls until they finally came to a beautiful dining hall. The table set in the hall could easily seat fifty, yet only two seats were had silverware prepared for them. "A drink?" He offered Ylla, gesturing to a servant in the corner standing by a mobile cart of spirits. "There is a fine bourbon from the Southern mountains. It has a harsh body, but it is smooth nevertheless."

There was another servant to approach Ylla specifically. This one held his hand out towards the man's datapad. "I shall handle your repairs, my lord." He told the man, gesturing to a corner on the other end of the room where a small repair station had already been set up. It seemed that the King was a man who prized his staff in having the skill of last minute preparation.

While the datapad was being repaired, the two monarchs could sit in peace and enjoy some wonderful treats. On their plates were a number of fruits and vegetables in various assortments, as well as a tray of various meats and chesses between them. "Now then. You must tell me about Valorum." Adron said.
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[Ylla Caeli'runa]

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Ylla made a quick mental note of the size and measurement for future reference, matching Adron’s strides as they drew nearer to the palace. The doors were made of Phrik, an ore that they weren’t very familiar with. What Adron said next was something that he couldn’t quite understand; if this Phrik was rare, why was it used on doors? Surely, this was a unique case specific to the King’s place… but, even then, why not save it? Refine it and store it for something more useful. The thought led to a realization. Adron did mention that there were those who were unhappy with how he came to rule Illyria. Perhaps it was protection against those groups, or maybe it was a greater threat still. If so, the doors and vast number of guards they’d seen and heard of so far were valid and logical.

They simply nodded along, examining the construction of the palace’s interior. “I understand why you’d feel the need for such security.” The dining hall was grand and beautiful, expansive as well. The guests had to fit in somewhere. They made their way to the seat opposite of the one Adron took and nodded. “I’d love a drink.” They smiled and waved to catch the server’s attention. “A bourbon, please.” And when it was brought to them, “Thank you.”

Yet, again there was another attendant, with his hand outstretched. Ylla’s eyes found the repair station across the room and raised an eyebrow slightly. That put a new meaning to quick service. They took a sip from their glass when it was brought to them and handed their datapad to the man, followed by more thanks.

“You’re quite kind, inviting me into your home without much second thought.” Perhaps this son of Tölva wasn’t all bad. He’d offered his home, his services, and now food and drink. They appreciated the hospitality and they could proudly say that they would’ve done the same had their roles been reversed. Light brown eyes scanned the array of fruits, vegetables, meats, and cheeses, picking out a few small servings of meat and cheese instinctively. Those would give them the most energy. Ylla tried to eat at what they considered a normal pace, even as their stomach gnawed and softly growled at them to speed up. They doubted that inhaling food would not leave a good first impression.

You must tell me about Velorum. They smiled, finishing another helping of meat and cheese. Naturally, they were happy, eager even, to reply. “Well, like Illyria, it has many valuable materials and ores. It’s only recently come out of a long period of self-isolation and has only been out of war for about 20 standard years. There have only been 4 monarchs in its history due to our long lifespans. If I’m remembering my studies correctly, one of our average lifetimes lasts at least 6 Human lifetimes.” Ylla paused, taking up some vegetables and eating those in a few moments, debating whether to give the next bit of information. “For most of our history, we’ve been… distrustful of Force Users that use abilities that one cannot see with their eyes. That came from a small group of foreigners who called themselves Shapers. It wasn’t until my reign that my people were allowed to practice what we now call the Agi Hugans - Discipline of the Mind. I’m sure you’re familiar with those techniques.”

Their smile softened. “We value knowledge above all else, but manual and physical careers are popular as well. Librarians, teachers, historians, miners, tunnelers, mechanics, and inventors. Those jobs are the ones that are considered essential currently.”

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[Adron Malvern]

KINGS​

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When the Monarch spoke of a need for security the King exhaled softly, chuckling a bit as he spoke. "No. No, I don't believe you do." He said no more on the matter. The fact remained that Adron was a Sith who had dived deep into the abyss and never shuddered at what he pulled out. Yet, that was not the source of his fear. The source of his fear was something vile and disgusting that years had done little to repair. Trauma. The trauma of a murdered family, a scarred sister, and a lost brother. At a young age of sixteen to watch your father and mother butchered by the very people who called them heroes. No, he had learned a long time ago that the various people in the galaxy were stepping stones at best.

Still, he did not let this train of thought sour the mood. When Ylla ordered a bourbon the servant approached, pouring two neat crystals of bourbon and providing one to each of them. Adron took the glass into his hands, raising it towards the visiting Monarch. "To your health." He said charmingly. He downed a generous sip of the bourbon, enjoying the harsh warmth that filled the back of his throat.

When Ylla mentioned how kind Adron was, the King cleared his throat from the bourbon, looking over the crystal before shaking his head. "There was no need for second thoughts. If I believed you to be a danger then I'd have you killed rather than invited to drink bourbon. You gave me no reason not to invite you, especially considering your place on your own homeworld."

As Ylla spoke, the King took a number of sliced apples onto his plate. Every now and again he would enjoy one, the spices and cinnamon filling his palette happily. "Your world sounds incredibly similar to my own." He said with some interest, eating a piece of the apple with a bit of a smile. Ylla mentioned the discipline of the mind and Adron nodded simply. "Intimately."

"It seems you have your work cut out for you." He said. "For years, hundreds of years, Illyria put faith in their warriors, so much so that they declined giving proper attention to their mining and refining works. A sad state to be in, considering that the planet is sitting on no small amount of fortune. I took measures to include those of professional proficiency into the caste of the Knighthood. While some of the nobility were not particularly thrilled, the people loved it. You see I prefer to be respected by my nobles, yet loved by my people." He said.
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[Ylla Caeli'runa]

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Location: Illyria | Azurine City

Ylla didn’t exactly catch Adron’s meaning. But, when the King did not explain any further, they left it alone. Perhaps it was personal then. The man seemed to withdraw slightly, thinking, maybe even remembering if it was indeed a personal reason for the security measures. They waited patiently, eating orange slices in place of the momentary silence.

When offered a toast, Ylla smiled and raised their glass towards Adron. “And to yours as well”, came the reply to Adron’s call. They downed some and coughed a cough that broke down into laughter at themselves. They’d have to get used to alcohol if they were to be a diplomat in this Galaxy it seems. Kadri would be thrilled at that idea, they were sure. “I’m,” their laughter slowed and calmed down. “I’m sorry, I’m not quite used to the taste of alcohol yet. I blame my age.” Their smile grew. Ylla listened and nodded along.“And still, thank you for the gesture. You could have turned me away for my deception if you wanted to. I wouldn’t have thought any lesser of you for it. But, you didn’t. So, thank you.”

They continued snacking on the fruits and meats and cheeses as they listened to Adron explain the predicament with Illyria’s mining industry. Rewarding efficient miners with Knighthood was a good source of motivation. “I’ve noticed the similarities of our planets. We also seem to have similar philosophies when it comes to public reception. I prefer to be loved by my people. They’ve known enough of fear and tyranny under the former Monarch. Some still know the sting and scourge of war, whereas I know nothing of it. I’ve only heard the tales that have been passed down from survivors. But, I am determined that my rule will be different for as long as I am allowed to rule over my people.”

They sipped at their bourbon with care this time, careful not to drink more than they could handle in one go. They followed it up with another cheese cube that immediately heated their mouth in a pleasant way. It wasn't overpowering, but it definitely woke the Vané’s taste buds. “About your mining problem. Are you in need of miners? I’m sure Velorum can spare some if you wish to revitalize your efforts. I can also offer the aid of our tunnelers, those with the ability to control earth. Perhaps, in return, you could send those from your world that are experienced in the Discipline of the Mind. Or, you could teach me and I could take it back to my people, if that would be easier. Maybe if I could use them or if they can witness those abilities used in a benevolent way, it could help ease the tension and hostility surrounding the techniques.”

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[Adron Malvern]

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The King was rather amused when Ylla began to cough after downing a bit of the bourbon. He couldn't help but look to this Monarch with an amused, slightly intrigued expression. When Ylla spoke of drinking the alcohol and not being used to it, the King took hold of another apple slice, biting into it and chewing the sweet and spicy fruit. "I'm sure you'll be granted plenty of chance in the future." He said.

When Ylla spoke, the King ran a hand along his chin in silent thought.

"My mining problem no longer exists in the way you may think. The problem was that the planetary governments of old did not take advantage of the industry. Not to say that someone else did not. The Illyrian Mining Guild is actually older than the Crown, however now they must bend to the will of that crown. With them under the will of the Monarchy the Mines are opening once again and time will allow prosperity." He waved his hand at the thought, yet Ylla's next words were of some interest. When he spoke of the powers that Adron could wield the Sith Lord fell silent for a moment.

"There is no creation without destruction. Such a thing would mean the elimination of balance." He explained to Ylla. "What I mean to say is to learn only one side of a coin is to learn a lie." He said, taking the glass of bourbon into his hands, drinking down a bit more before setting the crystal on the table. The moment the crystal was set on the table, it seemed to dissolve into a mist of pure white sand. The sands danced around Adron's hands without so much as a gesture from him. They scattered across the room before falling into his open hand. The King poured the glassy sand onto the table, speaking evenly.

"We create with the foundation of that which we destroyed. The Dark Side of the Force is power. It is up to you to decide how to use that power." He explained.

"Until you understand this, I cannot teach you." He told Ylla.
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[Ylla Caeli'runa]

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Location: Illyria | Azurine City

They nodded as they gained a bit of insight into the Illyrian mining situation. “Ah, ah, I see. Well, I hope that the industry recovers well and brings you and your people the good fortune that you hope it will.”

To the King’s next words, Ylla’s eyebrows lifted though they remained silent as the man spoke. They watched as Adron’s empty glass was broken down into the very sands from which it was crafted, as those grains swirled around in the space between them. Their lips curled into an amused smile. Much of their time recently, when they weren’t reading up on the current Galactic events, was deepening their studies in the Symmetry - the thing which the rest of the Galaxy knew as the Force.

They’d pondered it, thought on it for hours at a time on walks or rides after the day’s Council proceedings and audiences were finally over. That was why the King’s words amused them. It seems that they’d willingly stepped into the lion’s den. However, despite their young age and inexperience, they were a snake with every ounce of cunning and calculation it took to escape a brutish foe such as the lion. “You are right, to an extent.”

Ylla’s eyes locked onto the King’s amethyst ones, suppressing a shudder. This was no time for weakness. “We do create with that which we have destroyed. Something must be decomposed so that something else may be made with it. But, the way I see it, Myrkur - what you call the Dark Side - is but one side of the coin. It is one avenue of many. The other is the Light. Where the Dark is indeed power, raw power and emotion, the Light is gentle and nurturing, and Balance is temperance of both extremes.”

The moment felt as though it were straight from their legends. Vakningin, The Awakening as a tale where Echor battles Tölva, causing a split in the Symmetry and leading to the creation of Myrkur. Only this time, instead of the caeli themselves, it was a stand off of men parading as gods. Echor incarnate against a son of Tölva.

Their eyes still on Adron, the sands were lifted into the air between them, solidified into a small, smooth cube of samdstone by an extension of their will, and then placed back in front of the King of Illyria. A challenge. “What you’ve stated is indeed Balance. Creation implies destruction. Self implies other. Dark implies Light. It is not the elimination of Balance, it is the continuation of it. These things are objective. Just as power is. Power is only useful if one knows when to use it and when to restrain it in favor of more effective methods.”

Their eyes sparkled as a smirk graced their features. “I am more than willing to learn from you, Adron Malvern. I am more than willing to use power, but I will not sacrifice my beliefs to do so. I’m not against using the Dark Side, I am against its all-consuming nature.”

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