I am curious as to how you use this IGS channel.

"Of course, Kador. The fish and bread may be cold, but the rest was cold already. Sit and eat, Torsuul could even warm up the fish for you."

*Metsar is drafting some long-winded report on a datapad and sipping at some tea.*

"I'm well aware, you may remember I was there too."

*The paladin allows himself a victorious grin.*

"I must say that I found lightning warfare on those LAVs and dropships with Crusader Yassavi to be an exhilarating change of pace from my usual siege-work as a logistics specialist and hospitaller."

Denak bows his head to Kador and gestures him to sit where he liked as he re-entered the emissary. "Namas, you're most welcome, repaying is not needed." He replies as he finishes the meal set in front of him, wiping his mouth to a napkin and pushing the plate away from him a bit. "Thank you for the meal Mr. Metsar, it was quite fulfilling." He thanks, bowing his head yet again while remaining seated at the table.

"Well then Denak, I suppose its time we get back to where we were." He says, turns to Metsar, giving him a strange defeated look.

"The paladin will already know this, or he will soon enough. But as I said earlier, Satja is indeed a mortal. In our line of work meeting immortals and mortals is common enough, though the two usually tend to separate themselves voluntarily. Since the pair of us had been out on the front lines in Devoid I guess I forgot how dangerous they can be..... it one thing to know your enemy is immortal and across the lines... its another to have one appear when you think you are safe."

Denak nods simply, resting his arms crossed on top of the table and eagerly waiting for what Kador was going to say

"You brought Satja onto a clone soldier battlefield?" was the first thing that came into Denak's mind, tilting his head in curiosity at Kador. He wasn't sure why he would ever do such a thing, and an explanation on why would certainly sate his curiosity.

"I...." The Templar hesitates, as if unsure what to say to justify his actions.

His head slumps defeated.

"I am loathed to part with her. She has been my servant and friend since my...turning... and one of those people who eased my doubts in the early days. I suppose ever since we dragged her out of the downed shuttle on Iesa III, badly burnt and scarred.... I feel.... responsible for her now."

"In anycase, I found it.... disturbing to have left Satja on her own in combat. She has never seen the front lines of the Crusade, nor been allowed access to certain holy regions of our planets... but for the most part she has been close. A difficult life for a mortal...."

He smiled, as if some thought has given him great joy.

"I swear" you could hear the pride in his voice, it was a nostalgic and warm tone.

"She could have been a Kamiera that one. A better fighter that I was mortal... though I suppose not so learned. Either way she is important to me, like an anchor that keeps me in the present...."

"Being an immortal soldier, even in the service of the Lord is difficult sometimes...damnation is not an easy prospect to face..... but one worth facing for my people. Surely Denak there must be things that you do that don't often make proper sense, I know this does not justify me risking her...but I.... I am kind of hoping you know how I feel on this."

He turned back to the Intaki, meeting his gaze.

"You think I am foolish?"

Denak tilted his head at the question, trying to figure out his meaning behknd the question from his gaze. Did his question offend Kador? Was he simply asking a question? In any case, he replied with another question: "Why would I?"

'I suppose that it seems odd for an immortal to place such... dependence on a mortal...My mind would say its folly but for the warning in my heart that tells me otherwise..."

He shrugged again.

"Many people have told me I am foolish over the years.... old friends, officers, and enemies...I suppose I have heard that all my life."

"Forgive me for prying...but I know so little about you Denak surely you must have met people like this in your time as an immortal. The people who make it bearable.... I am somewhat curious about where you come from. As a scion of the Intaki you carry yourself better than most I meet from the Federation."

Denak simply nods to Kador, nodding to the servant as he cleared the table of his empty dishes, before Kador's speech broke his train of thought.


For a while, Denak said nothing, didn't even change his expression. He just stayed put, giving Kador a cold hard stare. After he was finished with the staring, he cleared his throat and spoke:

"I was born on Intaki, nearly a century ago, before its, troubles. I barely remember any of it. When I was reborn, three decades ago, I ran away as a 16 year old. From that point of, I've had only myself, and lived for myself. I haven't had anyone to rely on, nor did I have a need to. It's better for me that way."

"So now you know" says the Templar letting out a nervous laugh, it was thin, weak. "I guess you know why I am so defensive around Satja.... I suppose with good reason. But I shouldn't keep you any longer Denak, as I am sure both you and I have other business to attend. Later today you might find me in the gymnasium if you desire to talk more."

Behind him the door to the emissary open.

Denak nods firmly, brushing over his suit a little while standing up. "Yes, I shouldn't hold you any longer, I appreciate your hospitality. Davadas, haacu prataya yavati, Kador." he replied, bowing deeply towards Kador and Satja right after she entered, before heading out towards the exit door.

On the way he came across Echo, gazing his numerous fashion scars to look tough, his stupid overconfident look on his face, and his clenching fist, all in one very brief glance. He barely acknowledged Echo's existence, simply walking past him and exiting the emissary without further words, except one quietly muttered to himself:

"Weko."

*smirking at denak's response*

" I apologize if I seem to be compensating to you, but where im from, a firm posture is require to be taken seriously."

Satja frowned at the new comer.

For one thing he was young, then their were the scars. Were they mementos of his humanity? Irreconcilable and unchanging or simply for show, his vanity written all over his face.

He scared her a little, for his youth coupled with the dark edge his scars gave him made him implacable, as if her were out of place even amongst the room of older men and immortals.

What irked her though was the look he gave her. Her skin crawled, the smile was recognisable as something between appreciation and disdain. Looking at him she thought he might have been Gallentean, that would have explained the look she supposed.

She glanced over to Kador, who had gone rigid. Had he seen that same look?

I supposed that's mildly flattering, she considered, her train of though broken by Kador's eerily polite tone.

"Aye welcome" He said, "...I suppose the first thing one would need to learn about the Amarr is that we appreciate manners... but I digress. My name is Kador Ouryon, Crusader and Templar of the Praetoriate. We have a wonderful library dedicated to the preservation and education of Amarrian culture, run by our very own Templar Twelve.... he is very knowledgeable on the subject. He...."

She noted a slight twinge of Kador's dark eyebrows, perhaps annoyance. He never like the Gallente much, and perhaps this mans entrance had ticked him off.

She bowed low. Interjected, drawing the conversation to herself, cutting off a sharp remark she knew he would regret. She gestured to herself.

" Welcome to you. I am Satja. May I fetch you a drink?" She felt dirty saying those words to a non Amarrian, but somehow she figured it was worth it to avoid and incident.

At this Kador shook his head.

"Either way we are out to business" He commented brusquely. " Sir if you wish to discuss anything specifically, we may do it on the way to Demel's for I have business with his. To me Satja. I thank you Paladin Metsar, for accommodating Denak as well for your time."

She internally shrugged, dropped into a formation at his side, and without looking at the scary Gallentean the pair exited the Emmisary into the halls.

*sensing some strain in the peace of the room, trying at all costs to avid physical conflict since this was not the battle field he is used to, he puts his right hand over his left side of his chest and bows slightly in attempt to show some kind of respect*

"I apologize if I am intimidating or appear to be a brute in any way, I am from the federation military, however I have left them in order to pursue an understanding of the cultures of this galaxy... could you be so kind as to point me in the direction of who here would show me the ways of your empire ma'am?"

Even as he was leaving the room he saw the Gallentean bow, and the irritation left his body. He had been disrespectful, and had shamed himself.

"This way if it please you" he says mid departure. "The libraries are this way as is the Cathedral, though I can do my best to educated you on the way."

He hoped the man had heard him, but did not stop to look, business was demanding that he visit Demel's offices in the next few hours.

((To the Summit Hallways we go if it suits you!))