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  1. The Loyal Imperial Manager Emeritus

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    IC: Balthassar Rellick
    Arrakeen, Arrakis

    The assassin master's kindjal had cleared its sheath within moments of the ear-offending noise beginning, but found no Harkonnen foes rushing to meet their end upon its blade. They still had time left, then, if the idiot Harkonnen thugs didn't bring the whole building down on their heads first. While he coiled one end of his shigawire garrote about the hilt of his blade, he silently listened to their native contact's recommendations. As he was about to make his way up the stack of crates to a better vantage point to determine the best escape route, a sudden thought gave him pause. The native was right, of course, the rooftops meant death, but the streets offered little better chance. However, "the greatest weapon of an assassin is his environment". The old maxim may have a chance prove itself true yet again. Turning to his two, as of now, comrades-in-arms, he delivered a light kick to the nearest crate. "Tell me, what does this storehouse store, precisely?"

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  2. Darth_Sadis Jedi Master

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    IC: Rees, Sietch Ma'kkah

    Rees thought for a moment before concluding that Denayade'Tus would indeed be an asset. He nodded once to Sammel and flashed him a smile devoid of humour.
    "If I didn't know better, my Naib, I'd think you were trying to drive the words of the visitor from my mind. I know why it is you do this, and I respect that. I ask only that you hear me upon my return."
    With nothing further to say, and refusing to listen to Sammel's somewhat patronising explanations, Rees adjusted the sheath of his crysknife and left.

    As he exited the cistern he made straight for the storeroom in his Sietch and removed the seven thumpers needed to reach Mount Idaho. It would be difficult to carry these seven, let alone any more, so he would have to improvise a way home. If Denayade' Tus wished to join him, perhaps it would not be as difficult to return.
    With the thumpers bagged at his side he returned to his yali and retrieved the hooks with which he would mount Shai Hulud before asking one of the Misr for the young Sayyadina's location.
    Now fully prepared, he thanked his fellow tribesman and headed to Denayade' Tus.

    TAG: Saintheart, Ktala
  3. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    OOC: Robesper is actually Ramza, if I'm not mistaken...unless I'm missing out on something. As per carrier waves, don't forget the Spacing Guild can literally fold space; as such, delivering messages in person becomes far less tedious and time consuming. And Roxburgh certainly looks the part, if given a bit of a false nose - I think that Peter Stormare would be a perfect Fenring if he were smaller and slighter.

  4. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    OOG: Housekeeping.

    Those of you about to get killed by Harkonnen in the storehouse: don't forget that shields, though the Wallach's probably have them on their belts as a matter of course, aren't popular on Arrakis. That's important, for all its implications.

    I'd like to publicly commend Sadis for taking the interaction with Saint where he wanted it to go instead of just nodding and taking orders. Too often players try to divine what their GM is trying to do and just go along with it, sacrificing character development and the whole collaborative element of RPs in the process. This hasn't happened much so far in this RP, but as Dune is all about "[nouns] within [nouns] within [nouns]," as Frank Herbert so eloquently wrote (lol) I'd like to recognize and reinforce moments when players take things into their own hands and decide they have their own agendas. That's what political intrigue is all about.
    Dammit, that's the second time I did that. I know who Robesper is. I honestly do.

    And then I start to type.
    Hence my bit about ftl couriers. The reason I asked was that you suggested the Beast get in contact with the Baron, and the Baron wants to talk to Fenring. This is conceivable, but it's going to have to wait until a Heighliner rolls around town to carry your letter.
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    I dunno...it's an impressive schnoz as it is.

    As for Stormare...there are ways of making actors appear smaller, on film. I like Leguizamo because I think he's small and can get extreeeeemely Ferrety...

    Anyway, movie discussion goes here.
  5. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    IC: Harad "Amad Tasguen" Ginaz
    Groundcar, En Route to Wallach Embassy, Kaitain

    Master Aloysius seemed to be deep in thought. Or at least as deep in thought as the usually partially-intoxicated man could get. Not that that was too surprising, seeing as Swordsmasters were not merely killing machines. They were carefully trained advisors, tacticians, and, until very recently, the pride of House Ginaz. He sighed slightly when he realized that very recently wasn't actually very recently anymore.

    "Sitting on...?" he replied, glancing downward. Sure enough, there was an envelope on his left side. "Where did this come from...?" he thought aloud, lifting it up with his right hand. His left hand moved to his pouch of antidotes he always wore. Powder-based poisons were rare nowadays, and who would want to kill two swordsmen, but that wasn't about to excuse his suspicions regarding it. He turned it over to see if there was any writing on the front.

    "Allow me to open it, Master, it could be a trap of some sort," he added.

    TAG: BobaMatt

    Dr. Daniel Robesper II
    Personal Quarters, Wallach Embassy, Kaitain

    Dr. Robesper was playing a ditty he had picked up in his many years on his favorite baliset. It was fantastic stress release, and he enjoyed getting lost in the act of simply playing the device, coupled with the music it produced.

    So he was slightly, and uncharacteristically, irked when his personal comm went off over in the corner. Begrudgingly, he got up and answered. "Yes, this is him."

    His expression changed considerably when he heard what the call was about. "Baruhapa, you say? What a pleasant surprise! Tell Brother Baruhapa I'll be down shortly." Acting with newfound haste, he put away his baliset and headed down to the gates. Sure enough, there was Brother Baruhapa, prayer beads and all. Robesper was all smiles.

    "Brother Baruhapa, it's a pleasure to see you again! It's been ages, old friend, ages!"

    TAG: Matt... again.../>/>/>
  6. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    IC: Aloysius Brenner, groundcar in transit, Kaitain

    The swordmaster grimaced and kicked the boy in the shin, just sharply and with enough force to smart. "That's noble, boy," he growled, "but wouldn't it be smarter and safer to find out if it's a trap before you open it? Honestly! Opening a mysterious envelope. On Kaitain! At least do me the favor of not doing such a stupid thing in a small, confined space, particularly if the objective is to protect me from the trap in the envelope."

    He snatched the envelope from the boy's hand. "I've taught you better than that, so don't go about uttering such silliness in public lest other people think I'm incompetent."

    Leaning back in his seat, Aloysius held the envelope up to the light. "Remind me not to ask you to check if my lasgun is loaded...now! Boy, how do we check the envelope, and if it involves a letter-opener, so help me..."


    TAG: ramza
    IC: Brother Baruhapa, outside the House Wallach Embassy, Kaitain

    "Doctor Robesper!" the monk exclaimed, throwing his arms open. "Do you still play your lovely baliset? Perhaps we can enter into your chambers. It's a bit chilly out here, you see, and we have much catching up to do."

    Taking his recognition as permission, Baruhapa entered the gates, walking past the guards. When he was closer, he whispered conspiriatorially. "I have need of your aid..."


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  7. TheManinBlack Jedi Master

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    IC: Count Rabban
    Arrkean Palace


    The Beast notably growled at that remark. The whole reason he called Fenring here was for the simple fact his Uncle refused to accept the basic reality of matters. Hell, most of the Imperium did. Rabban knew deep down, he was slower than most. That he couldn't match the Baron's finesse and his brothers subtly. But he always thought he could relay a simple warning at the least. Stay alert to protect Harkonnen interests, and with the Baron's supplies crush all those who stood in their way. It seemed he wouldn't even be able to do that.

    Still things could have gone far worse in this meeting. For all his Uncle would know this would be yet another attempt to grease the Imperium's many cogs and wheels.

    "Fenring , we....must do this again." Rabban said softly as he rose, offering a friendly but uncomforable smile. Even now he felt like hurling the nearest servant out of the room.



    TAG: Peg, Bob


  8. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    IC: Harad "Amad Tasguen" Ginaz
    Groundcar, En Route to Wallach Embassy, Kaitain

    Amad winced in a mixture of pain and embarrassment. True, Master Aloysius often delivered his corrective tirades with the same degree of volatility as this one, but that never seemed to make it any easier for the young apprentice. Furthermore, he really should not have made such a glaringly obvious mistake in the first place. He had been so preoccupied with the thought of the envelope being poisoned he had completely disregarded the possibility of, say, a bomb or some other device. How stupid of him.

    "We... hold it up to the light and examine the interior. My apologies, Master, my mind was not quite where it should have been..." He hit his fist against his forehead a couple of times in a sort of penitent frustration. "Though might I ask what it appears to be...?"

    TAG: Matt

    IC: Dr. Daniel Robesper II
    Wallach Embassy, Kaitain

    "Yes, I do. Was just playing a bit when you arrived, as it were. My quarters are right this way, if you'll follow..." Robesper began, before addressing the latter question.

    "My aid?" He whispered in reply, leading Brother Baruhapa towards the main entrance. "Surely you must mean the aid of my Lord Baron, Brother. I am certain he would be of more assistance than a simple Suk such as myself. Although if you truly believe I can be of some assistance I will provide it as both a believer, and as your friend." He continued leading Baruhapa towards his quarters as he waited for the monk's reply.

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  9. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    OOC: Saint, have fun figuring out what the Baron's up to among all the fluffery of the Harkonnen embassy lol.

    IC: Thufir Hawat, the moat separating the Imperial Prison from decent society, Kaitain


    It was cold. Thufir had had his coat gathered tightly up around him ever since stepping out of the 'thopter. The boy was inscrutable in his own bored way, as usual. But now they stood, waiting for the ferryman to make his way back across the river from the other side, from the prison.

    Even here, the screams from the torture tower were audible. It chilled Thufir. The boy did not seem troubled. "And so, Feyd..." Thufir was unsure how to attempt levity with a socopathic youth, "...are you looking for anything in particular or are you just browsing?"



    TAG: Mister_Master, and yeah, Saint I guess

    IC: Aloysius Brenner, groundcar in transit, Corrinth streets, Kaitain


    "Yes," Brenner tossed the envelope back into Amad's lap, reclined, and held up one finger, "that is the first thing we do. It appears, from its shape, its opacity, and its weight, to be a piece of paper, folded perhaps once or twice. The seal is interesting: it appears to be a bird of prey, perhaps an eagle, a kite, a falcon...a hawk? It's crude, hard to tell for sure. But then, you could see that with your own eyes."

    Good. The boy was attentive, and eager. He was good, better than his silly, boyish assumption earlier. The trick was getting him to think, to always think. "What can we already deduce? What else can we do to be sure the letter won't...well...kill us?"


    TAG: Ramza

    IC: Brother Baruhapa, outside the House Wallach embassy, Corrinth, Kaitain


    Baruhapa shook his head. "No, my dear Daniel. I need your help. Perhaps it would be better to discuss matters in your chambers, where I am sure no one is listening. A tune on your baliset to soothe my thoughts, and a spot of tea...yes...

    "I am not interrupting anything here, am I?"


    TAG: Ramza again
  10. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    OOC: Of any planets in the Imperium, I'm sure Heighliners make stops at Arrakis and Kaitain the most. If you have messages to send, I suggest you check Guild schedules.

    IC: Harkonnen Page, Arrakeen Palace, Arrakeen, Arrakis

    The page had approached just as the Beast, purple in the face, had been bidding the Count farewell. The page was familiar with this murderous expression, but decided that it was more important to deliver this message than go screaming in the opposite direction.

    "Sir," the page, quaking, spoke, "Nefud and his men have discovered the smugglers we were tracking. They are laying siege to a storehouse."


    TAG: TMIB, Peng
    IC: Fenring chauffer

    The chauffer dutifully unlocked the doors at the approach of the Count, unsure of whether or not the Count would actually approach, given that Rabban had appeared in the doorway behind him. Still, he felt it would be good ettiquette to prepare for the Count's approach nonetheless.


    TAG: Peng


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  11. Mister_Master Force Ghost

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    OOC: Sorry for being a bit behind. My computer is down so I am a bit pushed back. I will try to get a post up as soon as I read back and find out whats going on. *After reading through* Ok I'm ready now.

    IC: Feyd-Rautha

    Feyd watched the ferryman impatiently. His party was in only a few hours, and it would embarrass him to be late, and disappoint his uncle. And he had no wish to do that. Feyd looked over at Thufir, and could see the discomfort in Thufir's face. He obviously didn't enjoy being here. Neither did Feyd, but he was used to this sound, and didn't mind as much.

    "And so, Feyd..." Thufir was unsure how to attempt levity with a socopathic youth, "...are you looking for anything in particular or are you just browsing?"

    Feyd let a smile creep up onto his face. "I want something that will put up a good fight. I want someone who will make me look good." Feyd said letting out a low laugh.

    TAG: Matt.
  12. Ktala Force Ghost

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    Sep 7, 2002
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    Denayade' Tus
    Sietch Ma?kkah, Arrakis

    Dena listened, as the one known as Faraz Talian spoke to her.

    "I came, fair Sayyadina, with a message and a gift from Sietch Tabr." Faraz followed the young woman into the shadows, and his escort, though they hovered, remained out of earshot. "Your naib was good enough to hear me. I will be returning, now." He grinned. "Have you use for me, Holy One? I am happy to bring word or parcel across the sands. I am but a servant of God's servants."

    Denayade' smiled, and gave a slight nod. "It is nice to know that Sietch Tabr is well, and that the word still remains strong." She thought of his question. She had not a use for him, but perhaps the Reverend Mother might have a use. She nodded again.

    "Since you are here, perhaps the IS something that you can do. I was about to see the Reverend Mother. Perhaps you should join me before you leave." She rose gracefully, replacing the covering over her face. She gesture for him to follow her towards her area of the Sietch, where the Reverend Mother and the others were located.

    Just as she had reached the area, she saw another from the Sietch walking towards her. One known as Rees. She noticed that he seemed loaded with equipment, as if he was preparing for a journey. She raised an eyebrow, as she waited to see what it was he wanted. Perhaps he had business with the Reverend Mother. She nodded towards him silently, as he came near.



    TAG:BobaMatt, Darth_Sadis

    OOC: weeeeeee!
  13. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    Count Hasimir Fenring
    Arrakeen Palace

    The Count smiled smugly at Rabban's 'suggestion,' amused but was unwilling to dismiss it as common courtesy. Margot had taught him many things, and he had repaid her in kind; even the routine or expected could provide great insight into the enemy's mind, and the Emperor's man did not deceive himself - the Harkonnen were the enemy. Fenring strode to his groundcar where the waiting chauffer held the door. Shaddam would be glad to hear news, of that he was certain, but he doubted his old friend would take its nature too well. Rabban had practically threatened to halt spice production, which would not only make the Golden Lion angry, but the Spacing Guild as well. The damned fool's bluffing, of course, and a bad one at that, thought Fenring. If any could lay claim to control, it would be the Fremen. His rats in the cellar.

    Margot, too, would be pleased to learn of this. She did enjoy the intrigue of it all, watching events unfold like a game of chess. Fenring smiled in his way at the thought of her, idly rubbing his fingers together. He called for the driver, told him to head for the spaceport. Kaitain was most definitely his next stop. The Baron ought still to be there...and the other nephew, too. Much thought had been given to Feyd-Rautha, of late. Margot had explained the importance of salvaging a bloodline following the Harkonnen vendetta against the Atreides. She could not explain the reasons, but he suspected the Bene Gesserit had their own power plays to be made. It bothered him little; they'd never dare take the Throne directly, and were as much a part of the game as Shaddam was, whether or not they admitted it. Hasimir enjoyed the game, for he was very good at it. The only threat to Shaddam's rule had been, ostensibly, the Atreides, and they were gone. Ah-h, Leto is gone, he chided himself. There had been no word about the boy or wife, and Fenring doubted very much their survival.

    The only true threat against Shaddam, ever, were renegade House, and there were no renegades left. The assassin Count took little comfort in this as the groundcar sped towards the spaceport.

    Tag: MIB, Matt
  14. Darth_Sadis Jedi Master

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    IC: Rees, Sietch Ma'kkah

    Rees returned Denayade's nod of greeting as he approached the pair. He made a quick examination of the visitor before greeting the Sayyadina.

    "Greetings Holy One. There is a task that our naib requires of me. I am curious as to whether you would wish to join me."

    He gestured to the equipment he had brought and shrugged slightly. "Harkonnens near Mount Idaho and Sammel fears they could soon discover the secret ways into our Sietch. I am to scout the party, who desecrate the Maker's sand with their presence, and establish if they are a threat."

    Rees' eyes began to burn with righteous fury. "I believe we will spill water soon, Holy One. The Beast's agents grow ever bolder as he is forced to meet exceedingly high demands. Sammel assures that you would be 'water in the Erg' for this task, and so I come to you."

    But despite the haste required for the task, at the sight of one from Sietch Tabr, home of the Mahdi, his heart burned with questions and desires. He was anxious to have word of Muad'Dib and his Fedaykin.

    "Subakh ul kuhar, my brother? Do you bring the Shortening of the Way?"

    TAG: Ktala, Matt

    OOC: So awesome... its all so awesome.
  15. Jabba-wocky Chosen One

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    IC: Abner von Wallach
    Groundcar in transit, Kaitain

    The unmarked groundcar slid easily along the main arteries of the capital, beneath the magnificent spires that marked Imperial glory. Perhaps placated by the view, Thomas had fallen silent as they beat a path outwards. That was fine with Abner, for whom the traffic was enough to keep him on his toes. That was, first, because he was used to being chauffeured on desolate thoroughfares. Second, it provided enough cover for an inconspicuous tail to have been tracking them from the embassy.

    ?Have I ever told you about the time I walked in on Mother and Father?? Thomas started abruptly.
    Abner squeezed the steering wheel. He didn?t even register taking his eyes off the road to stare incredulously. Hesitantly, he answered, ?I. . .can?t say that you have.? Increasingly, shock was displaced by genuine confusion. It was easier to focus on the road. Nonetheless, trusting the smirk on Thomas?s face, he finished, ?Perhaps you should refresh my memory??

    Thomas chuckled jovially. Then, just as abruptly as he?d started the conversation, he fell silent. After a moment, he started again, with only a faintly bemused tone, ?Anyone listening in on the conversation will have stopped by now. We needed to be able to talk. We?re running out of road, and it?s going to become pretty obvious where we?re headed soon.?
    Of course. As a safety precaution, all of the Wallach vehicles had black boxes and voice recorders installed. In theory, it was reserved for preventing foul play. Under the circumstances, though, there was enough latitude to use it in helping to foil the younger generation?s mischief. Especially if someone of any seniority had reason to be suspicious. The problem was an obvious one, but the solution had not been nearly so apparent to Abner. It was the sort of social finesse expected of an heir apparent, and the kind Abner couldn?t always muster. It was miles ahead of the excuse he?d proffered to Robesper, for instance. And the use of such skills? At the least, it was making for an interesting evening.

    ?Congratulations, then. We seemed to have made it out. I trust you have a way into the party that works out as neatly?? he said with a hint of sarcasm.

    TAG: BobaMatt
  16. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    IC: Thomas von Wallach, groundcar chase, Kaitain

    "First, stop taking sharp turns," Abner was a skilled driver, particularly in the sleeker, sexier groundcars, but this was not a race or getaway. "Screeching tires attract attention. Drive casual. We're going to need to look for tunnels and overpasses to keep the birdies at bay. Keep a look out for cars that might be tailing." Thomas saw a few cars he had suspicions about.

    "Remember when I said drive casual? I take that back. Drive stupid."


    TAG: Jabba_Wocky

    IC: Faraz Talian, Sietch Ma'kkah


    "Do I bring him?" Faraz snorted, "Of course not. Merely his word, for your naib. I am but a visitor, and unless the Reverend Mother wishes to speak with me, I will be returning home."


    TAG: Sadis, Ktala
  17. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

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    IC: Nydia Wallach

    Groundcar, Kaitain

    Not making conversation, then - but this was familiar ground, reporting to a superior. Nydia sat up a bit straighter, casting her mind back to the conversation. "They asked a little about the family," she began. There had been no need to ask about Nydia herself; they knew instantly who and what she was. "Mother's health, our holdings - they were interested in what I'd been doing since finishing school." She folded her fingers together. "Then I mentioned that this was my first visit to Kaitain, and Irulan spent some time telling me about the sights. She's apparently a fan of the performing arts; Lady Fenring isn't as much, and seemed more amused than anything."

    Amused at Nydia herself - but her father didn't have to know that.

    "Overall, they were as you'd expect," Nydia concluded. "The princess seemed eager to hear how House Wallach was doing in the wake of the Atredies defeat - she didn't say so in those words, but that was my impression - and Lady Fenring seemed interested as well, but content to listen."

    TAG: Matt
  18. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    IC: Harad "Amad Tasguen" Ginaz
    Groundcar, En Route to Wallach Embassy, Kaitain

    Amad followed his master's gaze as he described the envelope's contents. The seal was indeed some kind of bird, that much was certain. What could that mean, exactly?

    Well, there would be time for that later. For now, he needed to remember the second step related to examining potentially dangerous envelopes. Or at least one of the secondary steps.

    "Well, I'd imagine one course of action could be to check for any sort of residue around the sealed area. It could indicate a potential poison or, if they were feeling particularly elaborate, some sort of trigger for a device."

    TAG: Matt

    IC: Dr. Daniel Robesper II
    Personal Quarters, Wallach Embassy, Kaitain

    "Not at all, Brother. However, I'm afraid everyone's a bit on edge, lately. I can't go into too many details, I'm sure you can understand, but it's very possible that we could become involved in a conflict soon." As he spoke, Dr. Robesper stood and poured Baruhapa a glass of tea from his personal pot, and then handed it to the brother. Ordinarily he would have been agitated if someone had used his given name, rather than addressing him by title, but Brother Baruhapa was different. Really, you couldn't get angry with him over much of anything. Dr. Robesper supposed that was the territory that came with being a monk in service to the Buddhissiah.

    He pulled out his baliset before sitting back down, and began strumming out one of his favorite tunes, an old folk song from Chusuk whose precise name had long been lost to history. "So, Brother, how can I be of assistance to you?"

    TAG: Also Matt/>/>/>
  19. Ktala Force Ghost

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    Denayade' Tus
    Sietch Ma?kkah, Arrakis


    Rees returned Denayade's nod of greeting as he approached the pair. He made a quick examination of the visitor before greeting the Sayyadina.

    "Greetings Holy One. There is a task that our naib requires of me. I am curious as to whether you would wish to join me."

    A task? Well, that drew her interest. While she mostly dealt with her studies, the chance to travel outside the Sietch was almost always a welcomed one.

    He gestured to the equipment he had brought and shrugged slightly. "Harkonnens near Mount Idaho and Sammel fears they could soon discover the secret ways into our Sietch. I am to scout the party, who desecrate the Maker's sand with their presence, and establish if they are a threat."

    Harkonnens! In that case, she was most willing, that is, if the Reverend Mother had no issues with such a trip. She noticed that Rees seemed to have several strong thoughts on the subject himself. "I believe we will spill water soon, Holy One. The Beast's agents grow ever bolder as he is forced to meet exceedingly high demands. Sammel assures that you would be 'water in the Erg' for this task, and so I come to you."

    Dena merely nodded, but almost chuckled at that statement. She supposed that the comment was correct, but was given begrudgingly. Their paths did not always flow quietly together.

    Rees spoke to the newcomer Faraz Talian directly now. "Subakh ul kuhar, my brother? Do you bring the Shortening of the Way?"

    "Do I bring him?" Faraz snorted, "Of course not. Merely his word, for your naib. I am but a visitor, and unless the Reverend Mother wishes to speak with me, I will be returning home."

    Denayade' spoke towards Rees. "I must inform the Reverend Mother first, and speak with her about our visitor." She gave a nod of her head. "And if there be no other use for me, then I think I would join you on your endeavor, for I agree with your words, and we must remove the vermin that infests our sands."

    With that, she turned, and headed into the chambers of the Reverend Mother, to inform her of current events, before events moved forward.




    TAG: Sadis, BobaMatt ?Reverend Mother?
  20. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    OOG: Wow. I win best SWRPG one season, and then immediately thereafter I win best NSWRPG. And how can this be?

    :p

    In all seriousness, it's you guys who make the games. I just sort of point you around and then you spill awesomesauce everywhere you go.
  21. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    OOC: Well, Matt, now I have expect it to start raining in total disregard to the fact that it would kill all of the sandworms...:p
  22. Saintheart Chosen One

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    OOG: Ktala: I was asked to fill in here, so...

    Reverend Mother Kaythrine

    The caverns of Sietch Ma'kkah, Arrakis

    The Reverend Mother's chambers were at the far end of the sietch, close by the conduits that led to the watches on the heights above overlooking the Funeral Plain. Here, the taste of spice was on the air stronger than anywhere else in the sietch; Kaythrine was rumoured to burn tapers made with the stuff, though neither Dena nor any other Fremen of the sietch ever queried the truth of that.

    The chamber also had what might have passed for feminine touches on Arrakis -- a small rockery in one corner; a small cage in which two small bats canoodled; a cleft halfway up one wall with tiny holes in it, with grains left on the platform for the tiny muad'dib that made those small tunnels their home.

    Kaythrine turned from putting out five of the precious little ovals of pundi rice onto the feeder, turning back to Dena, who had been waiting for a good two minutes in silence on the circular mat near the door to the chamber.
    "Now then, child," said Kaythrine, her eyes glimmering like points of light, surrounded by a frame of silvery wire that was her hair, "What is it?"

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    OOC: Loyal_Imperial, I'll get to you ASAP. :)
  23. Darth_Sadis Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jul 31, 2005
    star 1
    IC: Rees, Sietch Ma'kkah

    Do I bring him?" Faraz snorted, "Of course not. Merely his word, for your naib. I am but a visitor, and unless the Reverend Mother wishes to speak with me, I will be returning home."

    Rees waited in anticipation, hoping to hear more of the Mahdi's word. Before Faraz could, or would, speak further the Sayyadina turned to Rees.

    "I must inform the Reverend Mother first, and speak with her about our visitor." She gave a nod of her head. "And if there be no other use for me, then I think I would join you on your endeavor, for I agree with your words, and we must remove the vermin that infests our sands."

    Denayade turned and entered the Reverend Mother's chamber, leaving Rees alone with Muad'Dib's messenger. Rees examined the man, noting the hard set of his eyes and the muscles that rippled beneath his stillsuit. He wondered briefly if Faraz had been trained in the Weirding Way by Muad'Dib or his mother.

    "It is unfortunate our naib does not rally at Muad'Dib's call. But he does what he feels is in the best interests of the tribe."
    Rees was unsure whether the visitor would bother with idle chatter, however it would be pointless to waste such an opportunity.

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  24. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    Aug 19, 2002
    star 6
    IC: Faraz Talian, Sietch Ma'kkah

    "It is unfortunate our naib does not rally at Muad'Dib's call. But he does what he feels is in the best interests of the tribe."

    "It is indeed unfortunate," Faraz said, noticing the tensing in the warrior, and the almost unabashed observation he was under. Ah. So the young man wondered. The young man admired. The young man was ripe for the coming jihad. "But I would not dare question the judgment of your wise naib."


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    IC: Brother Baruhapa, Dr. Robesper's quarters, Wallach Embassy, Kaitain


    The monk began to speak, his jaw working, the profound feeling of sadness and uncertainty welling up behind his eyes and pushing forth as tears. He sobbed into his tea.

    "I have broken my vow..." Baruhapa managed after a moment, "...I have...I have...I am in need of a doctor! Please, Daniel!" He collapsed in on himself, folding in his seat and allowing the teacup to fall clattering to the floor. He sobbed soundlessly, rocking aback and forth in his chair.



    IC: Aloysius Brenner, groundcar in transit, Corinth City traffic arteries, Katain

    "Well done, boy," Aloysius grinned, "you're redeeming yourself. Look," he held the envelope up to the boy's face, "no residue to smell, to taste. No trace of even shigawire for a trigger. Can you think of anything else?"


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    IC: Baron Jonas von Wallach, groundcar in transit, Corinth City traffic arteries, Kaitain


    "And how is House Wallach faring in the wake of the Atreides defeat?" There was a sadness in the Baron's eyes, "What is it to be both Bene Gesserit and my daughter?"


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    IC: Thufir Hawat, Imperial Prison, Kaitain


    A handsome bribe had brought these prisoners before them in the prison yard. Jibes and lewd jeers from the prisoners resounded off the high walls. They unnerved Thufir somewhat - crasser and more base than anything yelled in combat - but they absolutely seemed to innervate the boy.

    The jailer was a large man, dark skinned and scarred, muscles like thick ropes around his neck and the uniform of a retired sardaukar clinging to his thick body - and more than a little...personalized, etched and patched with scraps likely taken from prisoners. Their precise meaning was unknown to Hawat. He would need more data. As for now, Hawat was somewhat skeptical that the man was ever a sardaukar at all.

    But that was no matter whatsoever. Right now, the choosing of the prisoner for Feyd-Rautha's spectacle took precedence.

    The jailer had brought before them a diverse selection. Well done. "Weigh your choices well, Feyd. Choose a fitting combatant. Choose wisely."

    The first prisoner in line was a ragged woman that gave the impression of a coiled serpent, her matted hair clinging to her head. "This woman is called Julia Taraday, a former Bene Gesserit witch, driven mad by the murder of her lover and her later imprisonment by the Sisterhood. She escaped, murdered, pillaged, and was ultimately brought here.'

    The second prisoner was a massive man, close to eight feet tall, thin and wiry, with strong bones. "This man is from Ecaz, a notorious imbiber and distributer of drugs. Even now, notice the faraway look in his eyes. Residual semuta music, I would imagine. But! Do not underestimate him. He personally fought off half the guard staff when he was brought here. He has no form to speak of, but sheer force and brutishness."

    The next was a man with sunken eyes and ragged teeth. "This, the bastard brother of the Emperor, attempted an assassination. His House was destroyed and his mind broken by torture. He stands before you now a cruel and savage shell."

    The last man was swaddled with rags, and nothing was visible but his eyes - blue in blue. "This man was brought here, a smuggler from Arrakis. It's possible he's Fremen
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  25. Ktala Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Denayade' Tus
    Reverend Mother Kaythrine's chambers, Sietch Ma?kkah, Arrakis

    The Reverend Mother's chambers were at the far end of the sietch, close by the conduits that led to the watches on the heights above overlooking the Funeral Plain. It was comforting, and a bit unusual at the same time.

    Dena sat quietly on a small mat near the Reverend Mother's area, as she patiently waited to be addressed. Such was the way of things, and Denayade' used the time to quiet her mind, and collect her words, as she waited for her time with the Reverend Mother. There was no such thing, as rushing, as far as she was concerned. Her thoughts quickly sharpened when she heard the Reverend Mother address her.

    "Now then, child," said Kaythrine, her eyes glimmering like points of light, surrounded by a frame of silvery wire that was her hair, "What is it?"

    Denayade' bowed her head and then looked up. "I bring two things, most honored Reverend Mother. The first, a visitor to the Sietch. From Sietch Tabr. He is...Fedaykin. He came brining gifts to the Naib....and the word of the Muad?Dib." Dena paused slightly for a few moments, before she continued. "He was about to return back to his own Sietch, and wished to know if he could be of service to us." Dena took a deep breath and then continued on.

    "And the second, is that one from the Sietch, Rees. The Naib has sent him on a mission. The Naib...decided that I would be...." Dena stopped and gave a slight grin.. "water in the Erg, for this task." Denayde' looked up towards the Reverend Mother. "If there are no immediate tasks for me here, I wish to take up this journey...with your permission."

    Dena waited quietly for the words of the Reverend Mother.


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