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last_kallig) wrote2024-03-02 12:13 pm
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OOM:Coronation
The past week has been a busy one for Lady Kallig and her knight. Her situation is not unprecedented, there have been plenty of commoners in Alderaan's history who have been elevated to the nobility and needed to learn to fit in quickly.
Her tutors were quite impressed at her ability to pick things up. She shared the bitter amusement with Garyn that none of their previous charges must have had their lives riding on lessons as the norm. Being unarmed still makes her uneasy, but she doesn't have to fight the urge to twitch anymore when someone moves near her suddenly.
At the moment, a small army of helpers are helping her get ready for the coronation. Makeup, clothes, jewels, hairstyle, it's quite the production. Extensive preparations for a different kind of battle.
Her House's banner hangs over the dressing table: The red and black symbol of Fire and Water on a white field.
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Her tutors were quite impressed at her ability to pick things up. She shared the bitter amusement with Garyn that none of their previous charges must have had their lives riding on lessons as the norm. Being unarmed still makes her uneasy, but she doesn't have to fight the urge to twitch anymore when someone moves near her suddenly.
At the moment, a small army of helpers are helping her get ready for the coronation. Makeup, clothes, jewels, hairstyle, it's quite the production. Extensive preparations for a different kind of battle.
Her House's banner hangs over the dressing table: The red and black symbol of Fire and Water on a white field.
(OOC: Warning for vague adult content)
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Garyn doesn't back down. He parries the lunging thrust, turning the blade aside with enough force to compel the Jedi to roll back again.
"Now stow your blade, or die like a dog."
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He's quick, a skilled combatant, but he's running out of time. In fifteen seconds Nomar Organa is going to be getting about a dozen blaster shots in him from palace security. Assuming Garyn doesn't kill him before then.
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A pity the fight won't last long. No sooner had Garyn found the rhythm of this fight, and begun to turn back to the offensive, than the Jedi gasps and collapses from more blaster shots than even he could block.
Garyn scowls and sheaths his blade.
"A pity. Just when the party was getting interesting."
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Nomar Organa isn't dead, though he might wish he was when he wakes up after that many blaster shots set to 'disable'. Palace security is taking no chances with him, even unconscious.
Guests are being escorted out with additional armed guards in small groups now.
She reaches out with the Force, so careful, so delicate, because she doesn't KNOW what that damn jedi might have done to his mind.
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"Perhaps so. But fool that he was, he could fight."
His face returns to its previous grim scowl.
"A hothead, to be sure. I suspect he acted without orders."
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"I agree. If the Jedi Order wanted to assassinate me, they would have sent a Shadow, not a brawler. And House Organa would have waited until I was away from here to make the attempt; assassinating someone at an event that will be viewed by the general public would be gauche."
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Garyn watches as Nomar Organa's unconscious form is dragged away.
"Though the legal ramifications should be thornier still, I'll warrant."
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"If he had succeeded, success might have washed away his sins, but he did not."
She eyes the damage to Garyn's armor as they are both escorted out. "If that's what I think it was, it was a very good thing it didn't hit me. They're usually fired from a rifle to hunt VERY big game, as the flechette is designed to explode INSIDE the body once it reaches center mass."
"The Hutts sometimes use them when they want a death to be....messy but leave the surroundings mostly intact.
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"It's rather a good thing I was wearing those thick fibers beneath my armor padding. What did you call it again?"
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"I'm glad you're not injured, my knight." She WANTS to say 'my love', but they're still in public.
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"I'm...rather glad of that myself."
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She hears bits and pieces of com chatter from the guards as they are escorted out. "Hm. Looks like Nomar hired mercenaries to attack other parts of the castle grounds. Goes some way to explaining why reactions happened as they did."
"He did that when I fought him before, sent men to plant explosives on my ship. Khem Val was waiting for them, in close quarters." She's pretty sure Garyn can imagine how well THAT went for them.
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Ibani makes their excuses, and they slip through a Door and into Milliways at last.
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"Well, they're a knightly order, are they not? The Emperor can degrade a knight of his titles, if he disgraces them."
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Ibani sighs in relief as she closes the door to their room behind her. "Thank the Force, I can take these damn shoes off."
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He starts taking off his ruined cuirass.
"Indeed. At least I can say my clothes died well."
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"Given that I was trained as a Sith, the mortal enemies of the Jedi, I don't know how much I trust what little education I have on the subject."
"They did indeed," she agrees about his clothes. "I may need a bit of help getting out of all of this." Well, 'need' is a strong word for someone with her control of Force Push.
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Garyn cracks a wicked grin.
"Well, your loyal knight lives to serve..."
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"The hairstyle will need to go first, I think." The extensions and entirely too many hair ornaments, in her opinion.
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"Of course, my lady."
Garyn starts with one of the shinier and more ostentatious baubles.
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"Glad to be out of that crowd, the emotions were like sandpaper on my nerves all night."
"Cut you out of that bit of my awareness, no point in both of us suffering."
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"Thankfully, I'm more than available to help you take a load off in here."
He smirks as he continues to remove the various extensions and Space Decorations from her head.
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"Hmm. You have clever fingers," she murmurs as he takes the last of the annoyances off of her head.
"Clever enough that I'm thinking thoughts I'm sure a Lady shouldn't have about her loyal knight," her grin is wicked.
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His hands slide down along the back of her dress.
"I don't suppose they involve those hands cleverly finding themselves somewhere else...?"
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