Palace Landing Platform

Bringing the Muun Orar's wings into their upright landing position as she takes it down towards the Palace Landing Platform, Harini, a thirty two year old of Chalactan descent, blows one of her dark brown dreadlocks out of her eyes as she asks Ksenia in Mando'a, "Cuyir gar tsikala par ibic?"

Ksenia, a thirty nine year old, pale skinned Shownarri with short dark hair, shrugs with a grin as she points out in Basic to reinforce her suggestion, says, "You should probably get used to using Basic, Har, since you're going to be doing all the talking, right? So, I guess the real question is are you ready?"

Frowning as she accepts Ksenia's point and replies in Basic, Harini says, "Probably, yeah. And I guess I'm as ready as I can be. I still wish my dad came along and took the lead though, he's better at the diplomacy thing."

Shrugging once more, Ksenia shuts the Kom'rk's engines off once they have set down, telling Harini, "Gotta learn some time, Har. He just wants you to . . ."

"Right, right, Harini sighs, starting her part of the post-flight checks while looking out the forward viewport to see if anyone has been sent to meet them and seeing no one as yet. So I guess I can count on you to just stand around and look cool, yeah?"

Nodding with a grin, Ksenia completes her part of the checks and, lifting her pale red hued buy'ce onto her head, says, ::I always look cool.::

Following Ksenia aft towards the ramp to the lower deck, Harini puts on her yellow and black colored buy'ce and replies sarcastically, Sure you do.

After reaching the outer ramp, Ksenia and Harini disembark to wait for whomever will have been sent to meet them, Harini reminding herself to stick with Basic and remain as calm and collected as she can despite the slight nervousness being the one having to do the talking gives rise to.

“And here I thought Domain Yin spent lots of time trying to be immersive in gathering of information on opponents…”

A small jest at the information gathering emphasis and secrecy of the domain. He was very aware of the necessity of knowing an enemy intimately, everything from how they thought to the principles of their technology and culture. He had spent quite a bit of time himself, wanting, needing to see what his enemy was like in the flesh, in their very homes to find weaknesses to exploit in both physical weaknesses, but psychological and cultural as well. The Ssi-ruuk had brought him lots of pleasure to bring low for example, the warlike Yvetha were proud and capable warriors, but their cultural blind spots and lack of experience had doomed them all. These beings that he would be surrounding himself with however, had little in common with the doomed. His implants flicked over Imperial stormtroopers and a smattering of Mandalorians. Both had proven themselves capable and dangerous opponents even when on the brink of defeat in many battles. The task force that had been sent to silence the Mandalorians for example, simply hadnt come back, he had watched the memories of that battle over and over, the sheer...gett’se? of those people was admirable.

He noted that everything that he had seen of Yuuzhan’tar had been all but erased, he did not morn it. It had never been technically, and the victors were within their rights to remake their world however they so chose.

He aware that he was likely to look a bit out of place next to Nen, his heavy vonduun crab armor gave a stark contrast to the elegant choices to the Intendants glitter and show. He hadnt been expected to be invited to such an event but he didn’t care about looking good for someone else. The armor was dark and somber looking enough but looking at the myriad of colors and patterns he could have shown up in just his tattoos and would not have looked out of place. Though his cloak of rank hanging from the hooks on his shoulders did give him some kind of air of power. His weapons were overt as opposed to covert, an amphistaff was coiled around his waist and he had a number of singularity mines and magma pebbles that looked decorative enough to be mistaken for something else if someone weren’t intimately familiar with them. If something happened he planned on picking up weapons, it really was the only choice should fighting actually break out.

“Every world has its own sounds and smells. Sometimes I have wondered if living on a worldship were any less sterile and controlled as a droid scrubbed city.”

Esthh's words rang true, especially for Nem who was afflicted by an illness from the long centuries he had spent in artificially produced gravity. Every time he set foot on a planetoid with naturally occurring gravity, his stomach churned and became queasy. He had seen all manner of shaper about the ailment, but all including Mira Yim whom he trusted above all, seemed to conclude that this supposed sickness was simply in his head. For years his method of treatment was self medicating on narcotic sparkbee honey, which came with its own set of problems. It wasn't until he started regularly indulging in the sacred herb from Zonama Sekot that his symptoms subsided.

"Aye." He agreed, lifting his head. "Those long years of isolation have left many scars." The worst were the ones that went unseen.

His mqaaq'it flickered as the human in scout trooper armour escorted by two Yuuzhan Vong warrior caste approached them. The Intendant immediately recognized them as members of Domain Lah, even before Roland introduced them as such. The pattern of scarification around the ears and the hieroglyphic tattooing was unmistakable. His memory briefly flashed to his former paramour Xarl. Perhaps one of the more noteworthy members of that domain, Xarl sacrificed himself to save Nem after the devastating betrayal of Loraine Zun-qin, the self proclaimed Supreme Mistress who was responsible for the death of the Praetorite Council and the destruction of Shili Secondus. Though their relationship had ended prior to those events, the wound of Xarl's loss was still fresh. He had never stopped loving him, even though the subaltern's desire for a worthy death had eventually driven them apart. He offered both members of the warrior caste a respectful nod before addressing the human.

"Well met, Lieutenant Colonel." He grasped Roland's forearm and pull the human in close, till their faces were practically touching. "Though no introduction is required. You are known to us, Roland Ferrum." With his other hand he poked Roland's chest piece."The infidel who risked his life to save Domain Lah's creche of young from a rampaging tank beast, single handedly slaying the creature when all other warriors were incapacitated, who was then inducted into the ranks of the warrior caste and made an honorary member of Domain Lah. I hear the warriors present during those events swore a life debt to you. Such a thing is unheard of." He admitted, before releasing Roland's arm.

He turned and motioned to his Yuuzhan Vong companion.

"This is Supreme Commander Esthh Krazhmir." In rankled the spy in him to share information so freely, but in this case he felt it was important to make it clear that Esthh wasn't his body guard or just an ordinary member of the warrior caste. Besides, the title of Supreme Commander implied he was the leader of troops, a veiled suggestion that they were still a force to be reckoned with. In this transitioning period, he wanted to make it clear that the Yuuzhan Vong were still a powerful ally to the First Order, not to be dismissed out of hand. "He will be joining us as my guest."

The same hand he used to offer Roland a warrior's greeting he now placed on the human's shoulder, while his other pulled back the shimmering layers of glistaweb robe he was wearing to reveal several full bladder-flasks hanging inside his attire.

"Tonight we shall drink in honour of your uncle's memory, toast to the new Emperor's health, and you will share with us the tale of your heroism."