Ceremonies and Fabrications

[Markus Varo]

Spoiler: MISSION

The Sith on this mission will travel into the plains of the planet in order to meet with the ancient tribe of the Nazay, known for their specialized crafting skills that compliments their religion. After arriving and meeting with the tribe’s sacred priests, they must learn about their sacred traditions and convince the tribesmen to use their skills for the good of the Empire, as well as cultural diffusion.

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The Imperial Shuttle roared as it approached the ancient village. Markus looked out the window as they were landing. The village wasn't much, a few huts here and there. The huts formed a circle, and in the middle lay a larger building, presumably the town hall, or meeting place. As the ship landed, many villagers, mostly children, ran out of their houses to curiously greet the shuttle. Markus looked to one of the agents accompanying him. "Agent Torobah, lets get these savages on the side of the Empire." Truthfully, Markus despised the idea of the Sith Empire working with such primitive savages. When Markus heard of the mission, he almost vomited. How should such pureblood of himself learn the cultures of such barbaric folks.

The shuttle landed, and the division of Imperial representatives disembarked from the vehicle. They were greeted by several warriors. In the middle of the warrior contingent, was a villager with a sort of mask obscuring their face. A mere official. Markus thought. If the savages were surprised at all to see a white human with no arms, they were good at hiding it.

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Qsan Torobah]

Diplomatic missions put a sour taste in Q'san's mouth. If he wasn't fighting something, he wanted nothing to do with it, but whatever the higher-ups wanted, he did it with a begrudging grin on his face. Thats what was expected, at least.

"Sir, yes, sir!" he said standing up from his seat, "here's hope these barbarians are the type to follow the rules of the strong, so I can pick the biggest asshat in the group and rock his shit," he added, grumbling as he dropped his helmet over his head. He had his weapon on his person, but only carried his SGB-1 and Pugio Blaster Pistol as they were compact, and easy to draw in a bind. As they disembarked the ship, Q'san stood next to Commander Varo.

 

[Markus Varo]

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Markus faked a smile and extended his hand to the official, which turned out to be one of the elders of the clan. "Hello, I am Commander Varo of the Sith Empire, and this is agent Torobah. Thank you for allowing us to be here and learn your history and culture." The elder returned the smile and shook Markus's hand. Markus was partially thankful the savage even knew how to shake one's hand. It would be quite awkward to have to put it away, or explain what it signified. He hoped the barbarians even understood and spoke basic. Thankfully they did. Sort of.

"Yes people of shining armour. I am Hakunamatata, the people of Nazay welcome you. Please follow me, the priests await you." As the group walked towards the larger building in the center Markus whispered to Qsan "Let's keep it short and simple so we can get the kriff out of here. It stinks." Because the village was relatively small, it took only a few minutes to reach the town hall or temple or both, Markus didn't know which. The natives easily outnumbered the Imperials 10 to 1. The Imperials however had superior firepower and weren't afraid to show it. On their way to the center, a large crowd of barbarians all ranging different ages began to follow them, murmuring and staring in awe at the Sith soldier's gear. As the group of warriors and imperials moved, the crowd encircled them. A child got close the Markus, and one of the Imperial soldiers pushed him away, "Move beast." Thankfully the elder did not hear the comment. Markus smiled, superior beings showing inferior races the way. The Sith Empire claimed to accept all races and species, but there were many left from the Imperial Republica that saw the need for a Sith Purity. Markus of course didn't explain his differences or ideas outloud, though he could tell agent Torobah had the same thoughts as the Commander. He could be wrong of course.

"Your men can stay outside. The priests only wish for you to come inside. This place is holy, and we wish for it to remain that way." Markus shook his head. He didn't know what game they were up to. If they were to attack him, he would have no way to defend himself. The mission was to get their alliances. He just had to bite his tongue and offer a counter. "I'm afraid i can not come alone. I will leave my men, but my head of security comes. Congratulations agent you're now my acting guard." Markus hoped the sentient would allow it. If not, he figured he'd have to order his men to shoot the man and talk to someone that was capable. Fortunately for the bastard he agreed. "Splendid, lets get a move on."

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[Qsan Torobah]

Q'san took point in front of the group of soldiers, keeping a watchful eye over the crowd of primitive sentients. If a toe went out of line, he was trained to subdue and neutralize if necessary, by way of detainment, or beating said individual to a pulp. He'd rather stick to the parameters of the diplomatic mission, and not kill anyone yet.

Q'san stopped with the others as they came to the town hall, and waited for the go-ahead to join Commander Varo. Raising an open hand to signal the rest to stop, he joined his Commander, and stepped inside the hall.

The hall itself was decorated with crudely made, what Q'san assumed to be religious symbols, giving off the vibe that this place was also, more or less, the town temple as well, when meetings were not being convened. The Imperial stepped in, and, basically, through a guard of the Nazay, taking up a space near the door, overlooking the central table, where to priests were sitting. The guard grumbled something in his native language toward Q'san, with a scowl, to which Q'san made a point to visibly chuckle at the sentiment's discontent. He knew he wasn't welcome in here, and he could not have cared less what the guard thought. He crossed his arms, allowing a hand to hover over his Pugio Blaster pistol in case anyone made any moves toward Varo.

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[Markus Varo]

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As the men entered, Markus pretended to be awed, but not enough to look like a wide-eyed fool, like most of the Imperial representatives or officials. He kept his smile, and occasionally stopped to stare at some religious and cultural artifacts. The building was not as glamorous as Markus assumed. The entourage passed through the hall, and came into a large room. In the center, a large rectangular table lay. Markus hesitated near the doorway, wondering if he should wait for the priests to beckon them to enter. The guard let them in.

Qsan and Markus walked into the main room, approaching the table. Markus's old training kicked in. He looked around the room for any emergency exits if they were needed. There wasn't any. There were five chairs and four priests. Apparently the priest were expecting only Varo. There was a chair in the corner of the room. Unfortunately the table only accommodated five chairs...somehow. Markus looked to Qsan and shrugged. "I guess you can either sit in the corner, or bring the chair over to the table, and sit awkwardly behind me?" The priests looked confused at Qsan. "Which one of you is Markus Varo? We were only expecting one." Markus stepped forward. He hoped the priests were not expecting him to bow, because he simply would not. "I am Markus Varo. Imperial Representative and Imperial Commander. This here is my advisor. I am afraid you will have to allow him here." The priests looked at each other.
@Gian Greydragon