. . .descending the shuttle, Szymon feigned continued composure and expected grace as standing out from the crowded but neatly arranged gathering a lightsaber affixed to an initially non-particular hip caught his eye. So there would be no pussy footing about, but rather a blatant outward display in seeming confirmation of the suspicion. Supreme Executor Hale had himself a Force wielder, at least in outward appearance. The recent unanticipated manipulation by the Tenloss Triad's Adjunct, the surprise dark adept Sephi Norokos, had left him feeling open and vulnerable. With the new supposed Dark Lord posing upon the throne-world of Coruscant commanding the bulk of the residual, proclaimed SITH Empire, and his empowered minions, the very real threat of this galactic wide resurgence in the prominence of Force users loomed over his every move, imperiling the relative autonomous existence.
At the bottom of the ramp, Szymon motioned slightly for the marching black armored guards to hold behind as he, Inspector Niks, General Cestiss and Lieutenant Letyena Moura strode ahead a few paces to meet the awaiting stoic Hale and confidently postured seemingly. .magnetic, Jana Sable. Szymon's apprehension to the woman's hip adornment and it's implication was overpowered by her pure allure and captivating draw. As the ever cliche overbearing gentleman, Szymon first paid homage to the young lady, gently cradling her revealed extended hand with his own and depositing a gentle dry kiss upon it before a kind of extended bow,
"M'lady, it seems Lucidius has done well for himself in many forms," he deeply purred. To which she faked a kindly flattery and acceptance.
Then standing tall and turning to the superbly garbed Supreme Executor, offering a respectful bowing nod and stern hand shake,
"Lord Hale, Greetings! Yes, a Lieutenant, but it seems time changes us all," he began with insinuated impressed assessment and measuring hand motion of the individual.
"Indeed Ishfan, Indeed," Lucidius offered in friendly bantered retort with a chuckle.
The Admiral stepped aside to introduce his companions to the styled King and Queen of the Imperial Remnant,
"My right hand, Inspector General Urratio Niks, previously a Field Operations Manager in the Ubiqtorate. The literal BULK of our manpower and bedrock beneath me, esteemed Eriaduan, General Barl Cestiss. And our..Logistics Specialist, the lovely Lieutenant Letyena Moura," he announced them each with individual presenting motions.
The parties exchanged the expected social greetings and acquantainces, as Hale ushered Szymon along while placing an arm partially across the other's back, who in turn mimicked the creeping inherent subconscious Alpha Male display. Jana walked along beside Hale with the pair of half embraced leaders who quietly discussed while Szymon's companions walked behind. Urratio was uncontrollably drawn to a blatant locked observation of the tightly attired and deliciously shaped Sable who's perfectly aligned steps sent hip swinging sharply from side to side, her saber hilt swinging along. Letyena took notice and scoffed beneath her breath, to which the Inspector briefly corrected himself before being uncontrollably drawn back in to the saber wielding woman as she seemed to slightly turn her head and shoot him a backward peripheral glance.
Szymon and Hale conversed while Cestiss admired the perfect formations of the endless rows of Remnant personnel, as the procession proceeded along a rigid man-framed walkway leading out of the large parade arena converted hangar bay,
"to be honest Admiral, I'm rather surprised to see the kind of. .commitment you've demonstrated. I wasn't even sure you'd be receptive to the scheme at all," Lucidius commented, referencing the ominous pair of Imperial Star Destroyers the other had arrived with, genuinely surprised by the powerful projection and wasting no time in beginning to prod the individual himself.
"I wasn't, the General you see," Szymon interjected half jokingly while motioning with a thumbed point to the large burly human walking along behind them, "he's a bit of a penchant for the dramatics. I was content to sit back, collect and retire but he insisted we stretch our legs and be good neighbors," Szymon answered with a sly smile as they'd passed through a large double sliding hydraulic blast door. The General grinned, making his deep laborious breaths more audible and added, "I am social butterfly," followed by a trail of self-entertained muffled snickering.
They entered a corridor and immediately stepped off in to a waiting turbolift. Hale smiled, briefly laughing to entertain the casual disarming sarcasm of old he'd well remembered Szymon for. Then turning to face him, even shouldered and gazed he spoke a bit more bluntly
"Humorous Ishfan, but honestly, I'd feel more comfortable should you express some. . honest motivation. There are a lot of whispers of what you've got in motion. Not the least of which concerns what may lay in The Maw," Lucidius plainly said while carefully articulating a lack of abrasion through his tone and rolling hand motions.
"Executor, I can assure you that Honesty, is the least of my motivations. As far as what lay behind the curtain, well it wouldn't be proper to spoil the show. But I can assure you Lord Hale, it is a friendship and mutual respect I seek and offer," Ishfan replied, offering his hand again in a much more informal yet meaningful embrace as the turbolift doors hissed shut. . .
