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Galm chuckled. Not out of spite or cruelty, he just found something funny was all. Looking up, the artificial sky seemed so impossibly real against the backdrop of the surrounding hallway. As a child, he never had to bother with looking up to see such a brilliant night sky. Space was always in front of him, stretching out to unfathomable distances through turbulent storms and spectacular nebulas. He had never set foot on the Achurian homeworld, but it felt so surreal to think that he was looking at the exact same universe. It was all just from a different angle.

Kador's words echoed through his head.

So there is a man buried in there, Fae pondered.

"I won't pretend to know what that must have been like, templar. But you have my sympathies. As far as the issue of your blood, now that I can certain relate too. I must have gotten into a hundred fights as a child trying to bury my father's sin of laying with an Intaki. I was perfectly convinced that there was no place in the State for a halfbreed, and I had no doubt that if anyone knew of my heritage I'd be impossible for them to reciprocate any affection I might have for them. So I hid it as best as a could. Gods and spirits, sometimes I still do."

He shakes his head dismissively, still looking up at the stars.

"The Winds have irksome ways of proving us wrong I suppose. But you have to be ready to learn before the universe can teach you. Whatever you've been forced to believe about the Ouryon, you can't let yourself believe it. Someone in the cluster has to be on your side... And until you find that someone I suppose it might as well be you.

"Tell me, how long do you intend on carrying out your god's will anyway? For the rest of eternity? Make no mistakes, I truly I respect your dedication to your faith! But certainly his will can be served in more ways than one? Is not the creator's will to see his legacy prosper?"

He turns to Kador, his words taking on a much more genuine tone.

"And what of Satja? You and the slave seem to be very close, no?"

"We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon

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True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13315	Posted - 2014.09.17 03:50:00 - [61] - Quote Galm Fae wrote: Galm chuckled. Not out of spite or cruelty, he just found something funny was all. Looking up, the artificial sky seemed so impossibly real against the backdrop of the surrounding hallway. As a child, he never had to bother with looking up to see such a brilliant night sky. Space was always in front of him, stretching out to unfathomable distances through turbulent storms and spectacular nebulas. He had never set foot on the Achurian homeworld, but it felt so surreal to think that he was looking at the exact same universe. It was all just from a different angle. Kador's words echoed through his head. So there is a man buried in there, Fae pondered. "I won't pretend to know what that must have been like, templar. But you have my sympathies. As far as the issue of your blood, now that I can certain relate too. I must have gotten into a hundred fights as a child trying to bury my father's sin of laying with an Intaki. I was perfectly convinced that there was no place in the State for a halfbreed, and I had no doubt that if anyone knew of my heritage I'd be impossible for them to reciprocate any affection I might have for them. So I hid it as best as a could. Gods and spirits, sometimes I still do." He shakes his head dismissively, still looking up at the stars. "The Winds have irksome ways of proving us wrong I suppose. But you have to be ready to learn before the universe can teach you. Whatever you've been forced to believe about the Ouryon, you can't let yourself believe it. Someone in the cluster has to be on your side... And until you find that someone I suppose it might as well be you. "Tell me, how long do you intend on carrying out your god's will anyway? For the rest of eternity? Make no mistakes, I truly I respect your dedication to your faith! But certainly his will can be served in more ways than one? Is not the creator's will to see his legacy prosper?" He turns to Kador, his words taking on a much more genuine tone. "And what of Satja? You and the slave seem to be very close, no?" Kador frowned. "As long as the work needs to be done." He replied, still looking up at the night sky. ".... and it never ends you know." The pair lapsed into a brief, almost awkward silence, broken when a servant approached them bearing a silver platter, on which rested an assortment of Amarrian wheat crackers, some looked to be lightly salted, others bore traces of seasoning, some spicy, others more mild an flavoursome. The slave placed them tray down on a nearby table and departed with a bow, first to Galm, then to the Templar. Kador smiled, nodding an affirmation. It was only polite to show the guest the utmost respect. The treatment of a guest reflected on the master, so so Kador had be come to believe. He turned back to Galm, taking one of the crackers taking a bite from one of the corners, levelled a serious look at him. "No." Addressing his last question, it was not expressly stated, but heavily implied, and almost too vehement in its denial. He felt his teeth grind together painfully as he took another bite. It was dry, and tasteless. When he spoke again he barely recognised his own voice, it was hard, uncompromising, the voice of the Templar. "I have a duty to her. That duty is to ensure she is capable of living on her own as a citizen. Given her.....injuries all she is suitable for it labour.....or worse. You've seen the scars. I will not have her live this life any longer. Soldiering, Battlefields, no place for her..... no mortal should fight and die where we could endure. Once that duty is seen to she is free to go her own way." He sighed again. It was calming really, a bad habit to be sure, but calming none the less, as the Templar gave way. "You have any of that those... what did you call them? Rhai's..... Roh's?" "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
Galm Fae Eskola Ergonomics 306	Posted - 2014.09.17 04:12:00 - [62] - Quote "Humph," Galm huffs as he nods in acknowledgement. He ducks down to his boot and pulls out a ceramic knife before digging into his pocket and producing the can of long limb roes. Carefully, he digs the knife into the aluminum and begins to peel back the top. The smell is impossibly strong, powerful enough to cause a less refined man to recoil at the musk of ocean brine. The black, smooth pearls glisten under the artificial starlight, just begging to be consumed by those with the pallet to appreciate them. Galm passes the can to Kador carefully, letting him take the first taste. "Yes," Fae sighs as he relinquishes the can, "I suppose you are right. To think anyone would sink so low as to court... Ancestors choke, to even love a tribal. A matari burn victim no less! I mean, I've always known they were hellspawn but to see one that has actually endured the fire! You must understand Kador, I was only trying to be polite." He ducks back down to sheath his knife, but continues to speak the entire time. "She is your property afterall and I would hate to insult it if it actually meant anything to you. Kudos for even honoring your ownership as well Ouryon-haan. I certainly would have sold it off by now, and I'm not just saying for the profit." Galm eagerly grabs a handful of crackers and began forcing them into his mouth one after the other, never breaking eye contact. He's certainly going to kick my ass for this. But it's what he needed to hear. *Kirjuun! Uakan! Teknikiara! Kanpai kameitsamuu! Ra ra ra!* > --Keepin' the peace!--
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13319	Posted - 2014.09.17 05:02:00 - [63] - Quote The words found their mark. They stung and Kador was surprised by the intensity of Galm's response. "I...well. I suppose....that..." He trails off feeling well reprimanded. A heat growing in his cheeks. Shame often did that to him. Another sigh. "I am sorry Fae-haan I did not mean to..... offend if that is it..... I mean no offence or disrespect. Not to your sensibilities or the Satja herself....but would not be proper. Not now.... and likely not ever." He takes the proffered Roe from Galm "She has an opportunity I wish more others did. To truly be Amarrian....it's a gift.... would that all people could share it." He eyes Galm carefully, and pulls back from the subject. Cultural identity was always a sore topic for Caldari as he had found out for himself. Instead he turns his attentions to the strange can. The Roe is not like anything Kador is familiar with. Perhaps it is a commonplace amongst the Caldari, he considered, sniffing at it. He almost chokes at the smell, nearly dropping the can completely. It was incredibly overpowering, it got in the head with a single breath and tried desperately to escape. "God be praised.....pawh.... that is potent." He tentatively takes one of the crackers and scoops a section of the brine out on one corner, eyeing it warily as if it would rise up to bite, handing the can back. He takes a bite. Cringes, his eyes watering "It's...... great Fae-haan. Strong......very strong." He says. "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
Galm Fae Eskola Ergonomics 306	Posted - 2014.09.17 05:36:00 - [64] - Quote Galm nods vigorously in agreement, seemingly ignorant of Kador's obvious distaste. Fae carefully scoops a generous portion of the roe, closes his eyes, and bites into the cracker. He physically relaxes as the full intensity of the flavor overtakes him. "Yes, I suppose I should have mentions that this particular roe is very rich. It is harvested from wild long limbs, which are impossible to breed in captivity. Some baseliners will save their stipend for an entire month just to buy a can of this to last the year. Now, I am not normally one for opulence but I am always more than willing to spend a few hundred credits for this!" He chews it for several minutes, obviously making every bite go a very long way. When he finishes he sets another cracker and turns back to the templar, his eyes unintentionally flickering a dull red. "I suppose we've gone through the appropriate formalities now. Unless you would prefer more banter? Otherwise I... Suppose I should get right down to why I'm here in the first place. Not that I don't enjoy this chat, but I think we both know I wouldn't have come here unless I had good reason." *Kirjuun! Uakan! Teknikiara! Kanpai kameitsamuu! Ra ra ra!* > --Keepin' the peace!--
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13322	Posted - 2014.09.17 21:13:00 - [65] - Quote Galm Fae wrote: Galm nods vigorously in agreement, seemingly ignorant of Kador's obvious distaste. Fae carefully scoops a generous portion of the roe, closes his eyes, and bites into the cracker. He physically relaxes as the full intensity of the flavor overtakes him. "Yes, I suppose I should have mentions that this particular roe is very rich. It is harvested from wild long limbs, which are impossible to breed in captivity. Some baseliners will save their stipend for an entire month just to buy a can of this to last the year. Now, I am not normally one for opulence but I am always more than willing to spend a few hundred credits for this!" He chews it for several minutes, obviously making every bite go a very long way. When he finishes he sets another cracker and turns back to the templar, his eyes unintentionally flickering a dull red. "I suppose we've gone through the appropriate formalities now. Unless you would prefer more banter? Otherwise I... Suppose I should get right down to why I'm here in the first place. Not that I don't enjoy this chat, but I think we both know I wouldn't have come here unless I had good reason." Appropriate formalities bastard?, he growls internally, following that with a number of expletives. It was one thing after another today, one kick in the guts after another. Kador felt like he had just run 5 miles in full kit. He was tired and irritable after Denak's announcements, and scathing questions. The warzone was so much easier than this. Less talking, less uncertainty, clear lines that divided those who wanted to hurt you and those who didn't. "That Galm." He muttered, barely audibly, choosing this time to skip the honorifics and pretense. "Was unkind of you..." He found his voice a moment later, it was humourless. " As you will Fae-haan. You have had my time, my ear, and a mock of me. What more can This One do for you?" "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
Galm Fae Eskola Ergonomics 306	Posted - 2014.09.17 22:45:00 - [66] - Quote The response was... Less ardent than Fae was hoping for, but it would do. The Templar was ridged, bound by a daft set of backwards fundamentalist ethics that he felt compelled to observe. It was a little more than ironic that the same rules that so often clashed with Galm's methods and ideology were the only thing keeping Kador chasing him off in the first place. It was just as planned. Any man could be manipulated given enough effort, and Ouryon's honor code worked as a delightful little operations manual. "Well now Templar, that is the best part in all of this!" Fae lifts his cracker into the air in a congratulatory toast. "I am in need for a favor! More specifically, I would like to hire you for a personal contract! You would be well compensated for you efforts of course, and I can assure you that you will be permitted to act at your discretion while on the battlefield. No taking orders, no chain of command, only a set of professionals executing a very specific task!" He lowers the roe and takes a bite, speaking through a small mouthful of food. "Now, please don't give me that look Kador. This is, afterall, mostly your fault. You see, had I secured those data files I was so eager to escape with I could have simply paid someone off and there would be no need for bloodshed. But thanks you and your meddling I am now in need of a much more direct approach. You see, this could have all been civil but my patience with the man is wearing ever so thin. I don't just need him killed, I want his legacy erased. "In the Tenal region there is a backwater station run by the Guristas. I need it completely destroyed, and the man in charge brought to me. Obviously this is no small task, and to execute it I am in need of several professions that I have worked with in the past. People I, reluctantly, trust. Most should be easy, provided I can even find them. Denak may be tricky to conscript, but we have maintained friendly relationships in the past. You however, Ouryon-haan, are the only piece that didn't quite fit. So I came here personal so I can say all of this to your face. I need you." Fae extends his hand, beaming with self-satisfaction. *Kirjuun! Uakan! Teknikiara! Kanpai kameitsamuu! Ra ra ra!* > --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13322	Posted - 2014.09.17 22:53:00 - [67] - Quote ((How to respond to this....... tis tough. POST INCOMMING..... wondering if I am playing Kador as well as I want to. Does he seem human behind his public image?)) "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
Galm Fae Eskola Ergonomics 307	Posted - 2014.09.17 22:56:00 - [68] - Quote (( Actually, interesting you should ask this. Playing as Galm I KNOW for certain there is a man under there. Nothing makes him happier than chipping away at Kador's shell and seeing what's really inside. Basically Ouryon = Galm's Kinder-egg. I'll replace this with a post eventually.)) *Kirjuun! Uakan! Teknikiara! Kanpai kameitsamuu! Ra ra ra!* > --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13322	Posted - 2014.09.18 00:13:00 - [69] - Quote (Redacted) "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
Galm Fae Eskola Ergonomics 308	Posted - 2014.09.18 06:48:00 - [70] - Quote True Adamance wrote: "Fine then..... if I have to fight for something I'll fight for that." Galm doesn't flinch. It's hard to tell if he's in shock or if he expected Kador's response the whole time. When he speaks, his voice is flat and throaty. "Rikaato, eskeitan. I'll forward the details of the assignment to you. Until then, moitte Ouryon-haan." Galm adjusts the zipper on his jacket and begins to depart, waving sheepishly on his way out. As he turns away, you swear you see him wipe something from his face. Or maybe it was just an itch. *Kirjuun! Uakan! Teknikiara! Kanpai kameitsamuu! Ra ra ra!* > --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--

True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13326	Posted - 2014.09.18 23:11:00 - [71] - Quote Galm Fae wrote: True Adamance wrote: "Fine then..... if I have to fight for something I'll fight for that." Galm doesn't flinch. It's hard to tell if he's in shock or if he expected Kador's response the whole time. When he speaks, his voice is flat and throaty. "Rikaato, eskeitan. I'll forward the details of the assignment to you. Until then, moitte Ouryon-haan." Galm adjusts the zipper on his jacket and begins to depart, waving sheepishly on his way out. As he turns away, you swear you see him wipe something from his face. Or maybe it was just an itch. "And to you Fae-haan. Go with God." Kador replied, as Galm started to walk away. He felt as though he should have said something but relented allowing Galm to leave without issue. He waited another few minutes in the open foyer mulling over the decision he'd made, wondering how it had been that a man he'd possibly hated that very morning had walked out with a promise of aid from a Templar. He didn't know why he wanted to fight, other than that he felt a great deal of sympathy of the man, or perhaps empathy, he wasn't sure yet and didn't think he truly wanted to know. Regardless he had given his word to fight and preparations would have to be made, armament secured from the stores at the Temple of Atash Amarr, prayers offered to God, shipping organised for the Adamance. He had been right before. The work never ended, never stopped, and that he'd be fighting forever. It was a grim thought to be sure, and a daunting one, but probably was not worth the cost to him personally. He'd still do it anyway, God willed it. "Damnable man....and his damnable favours" he muttered, a slight smile playing across his features. His headache was worse than ever now, he should probably have slept, retired from the Embassy to one of the spartan, yet oddly comfortable guest rooms in the back of the assembly. Instead he stood up, brushed any wrinkles out of his doublet, and made his way back to the Palatinus' Offices where he had left Satja and Denak to talk waving to a servant to clear away the silver platter as he passed by. At the door he hesitated, unwilling to enter, though he could hear voices through the heavy door, he could not discern what they were discussing, nor did he want to as it was not his place. He took a chair opposite the door, but the elaborately designed, and grossly expensive balusters to wait. "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
Sawdeth Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 49	Posted - 2014.09.20 07:04:00 - [72] - Quote Then all of the sudden, Templar Twelve, while praying in a chapel and reciting the word of God. while in deep prayer he hears a voice deep in his Cerebral cortex, as if he has heard a ghost of his old friend calling out to him. Thinking that the voice of Sawdeth is a deception from the evil one. Sawdeth Replies: "It's not your fault, Twelve." Still in disbelief he prays once more until the voice of Sawdeth appears in Twelves head once again. "I was left to die, Twelve." Templar Twelve must be losing his mind. He takes a break from prayer to wash his face. Upon washing his face he looks in the mirror in his quarters. He repents to all that happened on the battle of Var III, as memories of all the Templars who have died trying to liberate it. As he tries to wash away all the painful memories of what happened to Sawdeth on Var III. According to the 24th Imperial Crusade he was declared MIA. After 2 months from the horrific battle, the Admiral approached Templar Twelve a few days earlier and said "I'm sorry, but there is no trace of him. He's dead." After rising his head from the sink to dry his face off he is shocked to his core to what he is seeing in the mirror in his private quarters. It's Sawdeth!!! He looks behind out in the hallway of his room and sees no one but the ghostly image of Sawdeth is still there as if he's trying to get a message out to his old friend. He tries to call for security, but in his mind he wants to receive the message and urges Templar Twelve and gives him a message. As the sun of Mehatoor rises into the window of Templar twelve's quarters. giving him hope. "Look unto my second coming tomorrow at zero hour, rally the troops to the War Zone, there you'll find me. Go, before the Heretics beat you to it." After that the ghostly image of Sawdeth on Templar Twelve's mirror disappears. I will saw the tables of solitude. They say that death is no longer an option. Make it Sawdeth's problem, c u in game.
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13345	Posted - 2014.09.20 08:20:00 - [73] - Quote ((Please refrain from outright puppet masters or tine skips. Pclas Embassies are time neutral.)) "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
Jacques Cayton II Fatal Absolution General Tso's Alliance 972	Posted - 2014.10.11 03:12:00 - [74] - Quote Jacques enters the room with an old uniform resembling the dragonaors with new colors and a slightly different emblem. He had become more and more patriotic and leaned more to the old ways of the Raata Empire. He gave a glance around the room looking at each person in the room. He trains his eyes on Kador and asks, " I don't wish to impose but my new unit is looking for allies in a new crusade." We fight for the future of the State not our personal goals
21yrOld Knight Pradox One Proficiency V. 1007	Posted - 2014.10.16 23:37:00 - [75] - Quote 21 enters the room wearing a black dress shirt, a pair of black dress pants, and a pair of black leather dress shoes. On the upper left-hand corner of his shirt, there is the corporate logo for Pradox One. Looking around the room 21 notices some familiar faces. His face shows sadness and nostalgia. The greedy yet depressed mercenary thought to himself, "Damn, the last time I was in a place like this, I had something to fight for." Instead of rudely entering Jacques's and Kador's conversation, 21 decides to take a seat and examine his surroundings. Trying to hold back his emotions 21 sits back and reads the small hologram next to him, while he waits for someone to address him. Mike Ruan Said I was Dust Famous Who's Mike Ruan?
John Demonsbane Unorganized Ninja Infantry Tactics 4196	Posted - 2014.10.17 14:39:00 - [76] - Quote A familiar figure in a dark black cowl strides back into the office. As he pulls the hood down to speak the receptionist, an eerie violet glow emanates from the armor underneath. "I need to speak to Kador. I have heard rumors of a new crusade, and wish to join him. Please take this card to him immediately, he will know who it is from." As she turns to do so, he gestures for her to wait, and reveals a little more of the blindingly bright armor. "The organization I work with has been able to 'obtain' some new technology from the Gallente that he may find desireable." ((We cannot lose the bling arms race!)) (The godfather of tactical logistics)
Issac Va'an Amarr Templars Amarr Empire 0	Posted - 2014.12.01 05:47:00 - [77] - Quote It has been a long time since Issac had been to amarrian space, not since his outing from the kador family. still smarting over the blows he recieved from his previous arguement from Hya'salia, he walked up towards the grand doors leading into the relations offices, oblivious to the grand, intricate and tastefully elegant architecture he had grown accustomed to when he was a little child. it was obvious he had spent far too much time among that Thukker woman, as he took a seat in the main lobby, straining his neck for a brief moment before closing his eyes and taking a moment to recount current events 'Se'terra will need general overhauling of the systems as well as the crew, i'll give or take 12 hours of rest would be neccesary. future contracts: planetary goods and a small cache of small arms to a caldari exploration party, set for the wormhole regions of space. a set of capsuleer modules and blueprints slated for Jita, estimated value at around 2.8 billion. as well as another courier contract for Dodixie. i may need to contact greyhound again for more contracts afterwards.. hah, many things to do here in this station before i depart, but some time alone would help.'
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 15284	Posted - 2014.12.01 21:19:00 - [78] - Quote ((I'm going to assume this is happening after Alcyone, and yes post inbound.)) "We have a guest Classiarii" came the unmistakable drawl of the young Amarrian receptionist, amidst the buzzing crackle of the personal intercom units. Kador looked up from his desk where he had spent the better part of the last 48 hours in intermittent periods of frenzied activity as he copied out deployment reports, became signatory to CONCORD sanctions for use of mechanized ordinance, in-dispersed with brief periods of blissful unconsciousness, and bleary eyed attempts to read from a tattered copy of Dance of the Winds. It was a testament to the foul mood he was in. Or had been in for the longest of times, and it was a indicative of this displeasure that he was not even enjoying his preferred excerpts from one of his favourite works of fiction. He set down his digi-pen saving the current document he had been reading through, rolled his wrist gingerly wincing as the bubbles of carbon that had formed in between the joints popped loudly. It was not uncommon for the Public Relations Offices to host guests who were Amarrian by birth but it always was a joy to see and converse with others who held many of the same cultural tenets as his own. All too often when conversing with those who did not quite understand the Faith or its cultural significance to his people he felt he was being mocked, while such derisive comments held no meaningful sway with him it was still and unpleasant feeling. He rose from the desk and glanced over the main concourse. He spied the young Amarrian sitting in the foyer leaning back into the chair in a relaxed manner opposite the receptionist's desk where the uniformed youth sat, barely a weeks experience hidden behind the natural self confidence and charisma that God's chosen were often imbued with. "Noted, Selim, please offer our guest our full hospitality and let him know I will be down soon to welcome him." He replied, his words robotic, a part of his daily routine repeated time and time again. He rose awkwardly, painfully even, brushing a single unruly strand of dark hair back into position and exited him cubicle. He caught his reflection in one of the glass panellings that separated the cubicles. Little had changed since his return from Tenal, though the wounds to his face and chest had healed completely nicely, while he was aware he could have changed his leisure clone he preferred to keep it comfortable as it was, but the dark red rings around his eyes still remained from lack of sleep and his body was heavy and stiff with a sincere guilt. It was not a form he particularly liked to envisage himself as, but it was his, was what God made him to be. With that thought he descended the staircase onto the main concourse and headed for the Foyer. I said, "Empress, I do this, I thought that you knew this. Can't stand non-believers and honest, the truth is...
Arkena Wyrnspire Fatal Absolution 19725	Posted - 2014.12.01 21:42:00 - [79] - Quote walks in and takes a seat The Federation is not a defined region of space, of planets, of mountains, rivers, or woods. It is a vision.
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 15290	Posted - 2014.12.01 23:36:00 - [80] - Quote As Kador crossed the concourse and notes that another man, that he does not recognise has entered the Public Offices, and continues into the Foyer whereupon he presented himself before the two guest. As he come into view the two guests could see that he wore a silken doublet in the colours of the Tash-Murkon, witht flowing gold stitching running down the arms and around the hem at the waist, matching pants, and a pair of stylish field officers boots in the latest Amarrian style. "The Praetoria bids you welcome in these halls, as do I. My name is Kador" The tall Amarrian bowed politely before his guests, straightening the sash around his chest, and flattening down any wrinkles in his "Please find yourself some measure of comfort here if it pleases you, and if you have need of anything call on the servants and they shall see to your needs." He exhaled sharply, having observed the responsibilities of a host, he was curious as to who the two men were as he had seen neither, even in passing, on the Summit before. I said, "Empress, I do this, I thought that you knew this. Can't stand non-believers and honest, the truth is...

Issac Va'an Amarr Templars Amarr Empire 1	Posted - 2014.12.02 00:24:00 - [81] - Quote Issac heard the footsteps of somone heading in his general direction. with a strain he stood up, tightening the dark maroon colored sash he bore. though tradition require the crest of his family, he chose to leave it blank-as is. he wore a light coat with gold accents running down the shoulders and onto the sides, his clothing was minimalist by amarrian standards, but it was amarrian nonetheless as he stood up to face the man approaching him. "The Praetoria bids you welcome in these halls, as do I. My name is Kador" the man said. Kador. Family. Issac's eyes widened for a split second, but settled down before the man took notice. slowly he returned the gesture, placing his right fist over his heart as he bowed. "well met, I am Captain Va'an Kador, thank you for your hospitality. I had been given notice of a few planetary contract opportunities and would like to elaborate further in the details of said Contracts, should that be possible" Issac said as he pulled up a message on his Datapad, the faint bluish glow from the datapad gently illuminated the two as the message slowly appeared into the Air Quote: Greyhound: C-749 AM-CORPL Reigons: Domain, Kor Azor, Derelik Proposed cargo: Planetary supplies, Medical and administrative in nature. Est. time to completion of contract per reigon: 48 hours. Notice of recommendation: Holder Alder Brenean
John Demonsbane Unorganized Ninja Infantry Tactics 4772	Posted - 2014.12.02 03:38:00 - [82] - Quote Arkena Wyrnspire wrote: walks in and takes a seat raises eyebrow (The godfather of tactical logistics)


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