Ginaz Embassy Bombing 9/28, part 2

["Christian Gilmore" <cgilmore@research.att.com>]

Cato interposes himself between Boris and the door, "My lord, my honor 
  would never be able to survive the blow if you were unfortuanately 
  injured by going outside... I'm afraid I must ask you to desist." 

Miles yells orders to his comm officer, "Secure the damned grounds, or 
  I'll have your head -and- whomever you let out or in." 

Zorion steps close to Isabel and pulls her gently away from the 
  activity. 

The trooper gropes for a minute then decides not to persue. 

Boris glowers at Cato. "Out of my way!" 

Leandra sinks to the floor, holding onto one of her husband's hands, 
  keeping it pressed against her cheek. She begins to weep softly. 

Miles waves Isabel and Leandra over. "You're elected to help." 

Jans looks at STeffan, and motions toward him upon hearing a bit of 
  his words through the noise. 

Praxton glares at Cato. "You'd do well, Representative, to hie 
  yourself to a corner and see to the Marquis." 

Karin starts forward at the request for help from someone at the 
  Marquis' side. But the two servants pull her back to Jans' side. She 
  casts a quick glance over toward him. 

Morgen falls completelly off the table his head audibly hitting the 
  ground. 

Isabel moves through the crowd toward Miles, "What can I do?" 

Miles glances around at people, "Shield up, people, it might not be 
  over." 

Cato attempts to block the way of Praxton as well, voice becoming more 
  steely with each word. "My _lords_! Please do not insult the 
  competence of House Ginaz security by interposing on their 
  investigation!" 

Jans chuckles a bit, muttering something under his breath at Cato's 
  comments. 

Miles grabs Isabel by the hands and places them on Morgen's largest 
  wound, "Keep pressure on that." 

Iason follows his Duke quickly, loyalty outweighing other 
  considerations as he goes to flank his Lord, gaze romaing the rom. 

Morgen's only visable wound is a large gash on his forehead. 

Isabel flinches a bit, but puts pressure on the wound, dismayed by the 
  blood. 

Boris spits angrily, "Insult the competence--Get out of our way, 
  errand boy, or I'll feed you to my pet kuven! Its you who insult 
  us!" 

Troopers move in with a trauma kit, which they hand to Miles. "Sir, 
  the grounds are secure." 

Morgen groans meekly as his eye clear. 

Steffan looks to Miles angry, "Move my father the Marquis into the 
  next room...have him lay down..." 

Miles cracks open the trauma kit, pulls out a bottle of saline, which 
  he uses to clean the wound and clear Morgen's eyes. 
Miles mutters to Morgen, "... name? What's my name?" 

Terias draws his stunner and holds it ready. "If you require it, 
  milord." He glances meaningfully at the man blocking the door. 

Morgen moves Isabel's hand from his head and sitsup from his position, 
  he looks about a bit dazed and mumbles "I.....I...erghh...I'm not 
  going anywhere." 

Ivanova raise from her position next to the Marquise and finds the 
  moving of the Marquise places her now outside of the circle of 
  guards. She looks about and then looks towards the angry Harkonnen. 

Cato, hearing the troopers pronounce the area safe, flickers handsigns 
  to some of the remaing gaurds, whom attach themselves to the parties 
  of the boisterous Siridars, and then steps out of the way. 

Miles wipes Morgen's eyes clear, and smiles at Isabel, "Doing good, 
  just keep the pressure on." 

Iason's hands slowly rise to about waist level, even while he looks 
  out towards the Foyer, covering the DUke's blind side. 

Boris nods to Cato and then Praxton. 

Isabel nods, doing as she's told. 

Praxton watches Cato stand aside, then glances to Boris. His head nods 
  fractionally. 

Miles yells to the troopers, "Tag everyone and track them. Any 
  untagged motion, hunt it. You know the drill. Go." 

Boris walks to the southeast and passes through the Gilded Doors. 

Morgen makes a feeble attempt to stand but falters, and then comes 
  crashing down flat on his arse. 

Zorion Step close to Terias. 

Praxton walks to the southeast and passes through the Gilded Doors. 

Miles snorts. "Sit still, you ass." 

Terias walks to the southeast and passes through the Gilded Doors. 

with." 

Darvin wails in pain as the medics begin an impromtu surgery on peices 
  of the Minister's leg. 

Ivanova walks to the southeast and passes through the Gilded Doors. 

Iason turns a bit as he walks out backwards, watching the others as he 
  covers his Duke's back. 

You walk through the Gilded Doors. 

Foyer -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain) 

Boris storms outside, angrily. "What the devil--?" 

Iason's crab-walking out almost, as he's turned to cover the rear 
  guard. 

Using Aglicon, Praxton says, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 
  ... ... ..." 

The once prestine marble halls are now clouded with smoke and shards 
  of wood and people. Soldiers hurry about pointing guns to wherever 
  they are going, a few gauk at the Siridars. 

Boris says, "An explosive device....A big one. Plastic explosive, no 
  doubt." 

Terias says, "Our people won't be allowed in to evacuate us. And 
  proceeding out into the open under the circumstances is highyl 
  inadvisable." 

Praxton agrees, his gaze harder, "I can smell it in the air." 

Medics can be seen attending to the once pleasant looking faces of 
  Ginaz secretaries who greated arriving guest of the House. a tweleve 
  year old girl can be hear screaming in pain, her body no longer 
  whole. 

Ivanova moves in close towards the men, as if using them as some sort 
  of protection from fulling exposing herself to the scene, "How? Who? 
  Are not explosives outlawed?" 

Valentina comes from the Courtyard. 

Praxton's gaze snaps to Ivanova, his suprise apparent. "Lady 
  Rastanyev! You must go back to the chamber, I beg you!" 

Iason's eyes run over the torn forms of the Ginaz greeters, even as he 
  steps over towards the Siridar nobles, incidentally shielding them 
  from any attack from the door. 

Valentina rushes in after hearing the noise from outside, glancing 
  about to look if anyone is injured. 

The soldiers appear to be ignoring the party goers and instead 
  focusing on the wreakage of the room and the now visable coutyard. 

Praxton gives orders fluidly, his manner natural as a born leader of 
  men. "Doctor, please, see to that wounded child. Terias, protect the 
  doctor." 

Valentina moves to calm and clean up the child. 

Terias shield crackles a bit as falling bits of plaster hit it. 
  "Milord, perhaps ou should follow that advice as well." He moves to 
  protect the doctor, but keeps an eye on his Duke. 

Ivanova steps back from the men, hand to her face. She looks to where 
  Praxton has indicated and moves next to Valentina, "Here... let me 
  help." 

Praxton takes a deep breath to steady himself, then starts a head 
  count. "Atreides, Harkonnen, Rastanyev, Ginaz...." 

A Ginaz medic makes his way to the child, then from the gardens a 
  screaming woman rushes to the broken child. 

"Moritani... Alvstad....", Prax pauses. "Venhei. Oh God." 

Melchiorre walks in from Diplomatic Offices through the Redwood Doors. 

Steffan walks in from Dining Room through the Gilded Doors. 

Terias looks back to his Duke, concerned. "Milord? What is it?" 

Valentina passes the Main Exit. 

Boris throws his hands up. "Amateurs! Look how they placed the charge, 
  eh? Force of the blast was wasted." He chuckles. "We should all be 
  dead, eh?" 

Several armor cladd soldiers rush toward Steffan and salute "Sir!" 
  they say in union, apparetly more than willing to accept direction. 

Terias says, "Perhaps it wasn't intended to kill us all."" 

Praxton glances at Boris, his disgust similar in magnitude yet not as 
  igneous. "Indeed. I saw Morgen bleeding from a scalp wound as we 
  walked out. This attack might have its intended effect anyhow." 

Melchiorre is sitting on the floor, just inside the door from the 
  courtyard, apparently having come in immediately before the 
  explosion. 

Terias turns to the Ginaz na-Heir. "Milord, can you tell us when our 
  ornithopter will be cleared to land so we may depart?" 

Boris spots Melchiorre. "Ho, there, Melchiorre!" he says, hurrying to 
  the man's side. "Here's a Siridar! Never mind those soldiers,eh? 
  Medic, come and mend your betters first! What's the world coming to, 
  that nobles don't get first priority?" 

Jans walks in from Dining Room through the Gilded Doors. 

Praxton glances at the na-Marquis, attentive to his answer to Terias' 
  question. You paged Ginaz-Bldr with 'No data?'. 

Melchiorre starts to get up, waving his hand, "No no.. I'm fine... 
  help th..." He staggers slightly, leaning against the wall. 

Ivanova steps aside from the medics and moves so that she is pressed 
  flat against one of the walls. She watches with wide eyes, still not 
  returning inside as instructed. 

Jans bows to the Siridar-Duke and Siridar Baron, nodding toward the 
  na-Marquis. 

Miles walks in from Dining Room through the Gilded Doors. 

Iason keeps scanning the roo, silently. 

Isabel walks in from Dining Room through the Gilded Doors. 

Miles moves to stand behind Steffan, "I've got your six, Steff." 

Karin courtseys briefly, pausing in her quick stride out of the foyer. 

Steffan 's eyes narrow at the sight of the Moritani. "you are 
  responisble for this!" 

Isabel comes out of the dining room, a small tear in her dress and 
  stained with blood, although none of it hers. 

Boris is helping up Melchiorre. He scowls at the Ginaz. "You bloody 
  fool.." he begins. 

Melchiorre struggles to stay on his feet, then sits down again. He 
  just shakes his head, looking a bit confused. 

Miles puts a hand on Steffan's shoulder, "Wait until we get the 
  reports. Until then, less is more." 

Praxton looks at Ivanova, his concern visible. "'Swounds'", he swears. 

A soldier enters through the doorway that is now bare of it's once 
  great doors, his eyes arebloodshot, a trickle off blood rushes down 
  his ears, a gushing wound can be seen where his right arm used to 
  be, in his left hand he holds the once muscular now bloodied 
  remenants of his once mighty appendange. 

Terias looks towards the two Ginaz House members present. "I must 
  insist our 'thopter be allowed to land! We must be allowed to leave, 
  for the safety of my Duke!" 

Ignoring everyone else Steffan approaches Melchiorre, "Take him...I 
  have sworn to kill no Moritani as along as my Father lives..." 

Miles snorts, "He's safer here than in the air, a sitting duck. Hold 
  on until we can move him out of the area." 

Isabel looks at the soldier and turns away, feeling sick. 

Jans reaches out and slaps Miles across the face. "He is a Siridar of 
  the Landsraad, and will be treated as such." 

"Terias!", Praxton calls out sharply. "With you and Iason here, I am 
  as safe as I could want to be. We must assist all present as best we 
  may. This is no time for flight!" 

Melchiorre stands, leaning for help on Boiris. 

Boris chuckles at the sight of the soldier. 

Miles snorts, "Fine, let him go. You can be responsible for your own 
  safety then. Mistakes are your own." 

Jans grabs Miles, "And I am heir to the Viscount Alvstad. You will 
  address me as such, or I will have your head." 

Miles calls over a commo officer. "Let all Royals out. Repeat. Royals 
  may leave. Security perimeter stands otherwise." 

"Jans!" Karin calls out, then covers her mouth. Her eyes rest on 
  Miles, unsure. 

Praxton suddenly realizes the import of Melchiorre's presence. 
  "You..... didn't!" 

Ivanova releases her hold on the wall and finds the energy to peel 
  herself from it. She moves towards Boris and Melchiorre, "Lord 
  Moritani? Are you... hurt?" 

Jans releases the smaller man, turning to Steffan. "My Lord, the 
  hospitality of your staff disgusts me. I demand to be allowed to 
  leave at once." 

Melchiorre closes hist eyes for a moment, then looks up at Steffan, 
  "You think.. That I..." He shakes his head, "No, I am.. fine." He 
  holds onto Boris rather tightly, though. 

Cato walks in from Dining Room through the Gilded Doors. 

Boris dusts Melchiorre off a little, helping him up. Then he turns an 
  angry glare on Steffan. "This's no time to jump to conclusions, eh?" 

Steffan ignores Jans at first, "Fine! " he shouts. "Leave at your own 
  risk...." 

Miles mutters to Steffan, "Let... the... out...." 

Iason shakes his head a bit, looking at Boris and Praxton and 
  Melchiorre. "My lords?" 

The telltale center of the blast can be centered on the bits of flesh 
  and bone near the doorway, what was once a man can now fill a ppetri 
  dish. 

Terias sighs. "Milord, I understand your honorable desire to help, but 
  this matter is best left to others. Your safety is our paramount 
  concern." He seems a bit deflated, however, as if he knows his plea 
  will fall on deaf ears. 

Cato bursts into the room and looks around hurriedly, searching for... 
  Cato tears across the room for Miles, handsigning the whole way (and 
  disturbing any number of the other Houses guards). 

Miles whistles a random tune, calls over his commo officer, and waits 
  to hear from Cato. 

Karin's brow furrows at the word 'risk'. She glances at Jans, then 
  back at the servants. 

Iason raises his voice. "My lords?" 
Iason looks around at the others, eyes remaining on the center of the 
  blast.. by the doors. 

Praxton eyes Boris, then Melchiorre, finally coming to stand near the 
  na-Marquis. "We will not leave until your security aparatus gives 
  the all-clear." 

Miles mutters to Steffan, "... a Process... did... Don't... them... 
  keeping... them... so... investigation.... everyone available..." 

Jans nods, "You are too kind, na-Marquis." He smiles thinly, "But the 
  evidence of the safety your staff can provide is as evident as it's 
  lack of manners." He turns toward Karin and his two servants. "We 
  shall leave at once." He bows to 

Boris, then toward Praxton, whom he defended. "My lords, if you will 
  excuse me, and my servants." 

Ivanova looks to Boris and then back to Melchiorre, "Perhaps... Lord 
  Moritani, you would care to sit?" She lays a hand upon Melchiorre's 
  free arm and waves her hand towards a corner. 

Terias sighs again, but remains quiet. "Her ladyship will have my 
  hide." 

Miles yells to the commo officer, "Shield around all gifts to Ornia, 
  now! Isolate her, max security procedures! Immediate!" 

Steffan looks to the Baron and the Duke, "my Lords we will tend to the 
  Moritani.... Please go for your own safety...." 

Cato skids to a stop beside Miles and Steffan and begins whispering 
  into their ears what the handsigns were to hurried to fully convey, 
  urgency written loud on his face. 

A sudden and sharp thunderclap is heard from outside, and Ginaz 
  soldiers go rushing from one end of the cdoorway to the other and 
  finnally outside, thier weapons raised in violence. 

Boris says, "Tend to him? My arse, you will! You just swore t'kill 
  him!" 

Melchiorre takes a seat, smiling up at Ivanova and Boris, finally 
  regaining his senses. He jumps slightly, looking tward the door." 

Praxton ducks at the noise, hauling Boris, and thus Melchiorre. 

Iason turns to Praxton, Boris, and Terias. "My Duke, my lord Baron 
  Harkonnen, it appears that the bomb was carried in and detonated by 
  the carrier--" 

Iason's sentence is cut off, as he turns towards the door... without 
  ducking, the fool. 

Steffan nods to the Baron, 'no m"Lord I have sworn not too as long as 
  my Father the Marquis is alive..." 

Miles waves to a security officer, "Would you -please- see that we get 
  the 

Royals out of the Embassy as soon as possible? Turn them over to their 
  own security forces, and -check- before you do it." 

"Down!", Praxton shouts desperately. "Everybody take cover!" 

Terias moves to shield his Duke, once again. 

Isabel backs against the wall, looking in the direction of the latest 
  noise. 

Ivanova, already leaning forward to help Melchiorre take a seat, finds 
  herself off balance and comes crashing forward into Melchiorre's 
  form. 

Miles grabs Steffan and ducks, Shield on. 

Melchiorre climbs to the floor, looking over at Ivanova and murmuring 
  something. 

The muted sound of stunners repeatedly firing can be heard on the 
  grounds outside of the foyer. 

Zorion Interposes himself between his Baron and the door. 

Boris whirls, not taking cover. 

Jans still stands opposite of the door, his two servants doing their 
  best to sheild him. His two servants shove him back toward the 
  Dining room. 

Iason also makes a nice obstacle, standing between the door and the 
  Siridars already. 

Miles belts his Shield on Steffan and moves out of the field. 

Terias aims his stunner at the door, waiting, looking. "I am FAR too 
  old for this." 

Praxton scuttles to his feet, then tackles Iason to the ground. 

Karin watches all the handsigning, eyes narrowed. She takes a better 
  look at Miles, a thoughtful expression on her face. After a moment, 
  she lays a hand on Jans' arm, whispering something to him. Whatever 
  she was about to whisper is drowned in the hubbub that follows. Eyes 
  now frantic, she stares at the door, whence comes all the commotion. 
  She too takes several steps back toward the dining room. 

Miles draws a katana and pistol. 

Jans walks to the northwest and passes through the Gilded Doors. 

Boris says, "Bunch of sissies! On your feet, all! We'll meet the enemy 
  head on!" 

Using Aglicon, Praxton says, "Down, you fool!" 

Miles drops into a Rain-on-Rafters stance and prepares to kill 
  anything that threatens. 

Cato simply turns around, hair blowing back for the air burst, but 
  feet stable enough that he doesn't budge an inch. He scowls at some 
  of the exiting guards, who stop and return to their posts... just in 
  case. 

Terias deactivates the shield generator on his belt and passes it to 
  his Duke as well. "Milord, please shield yourself." 

Boris says, "Someone give me a bloody longsword!" 

Ivanova uses Melchiorre to right herself again. She looks at the man 
  with wide eyes and leans foward to whisper something. 

Miles kicks a Shieldbelt toward Isabel, "Would you bloody well Shield 
  up?" 

Several Guards come pouring in from other wings of the Embassy. 

Praxton claps a shield on himself and activates it, standing to his 
  feet. 

Miles runs a pattern and heads out to see what's going on. 

Iason's stance falls into a light, ready pose as he blocks Prax's view 
  of the doorway, scanning the immediate surroundings. 

Steffan moves closer to Melchiorre. 

Miles passes the Main Exit. 

Isabel blinks and picks up the shield belt, fumbling with it 
  unfamiliarly but manages to put it on. 

A few more steps and Karin disappears into the relative 'safety' of 
  the dining room, being nearly trampled by the guards that come 
  bursting into the foyer from that direction. 

One Guard appears from the dining room, he has a medic patch on his 
  uniform, he approaches Cato. 

Karin walks to the northwest and passes through the Gilded Doors. 

Ivanova pulls away from Melchiorre, forgetting their whispered 
  conversation, "Where?" 

Praxton takes inventory of the occupants of the hall, his concern most 
  clearly centered on the women and the elderly Terias. 

Miles comes from the Courtyard. 

A Ginaz Staffcar pulls up near Miles. 

Steffan mutters to Melchiorre, " Why are you..." 

An ununiformed man appears crawling up the steps, a gash taken out of 
  his head. 

A Ginaz Staffcar pulls up near Miles. 

Cato feels something... wrong behind him, and turns to see Steffan 
  moving closer to Melchiorre. Cato quickly interposes himself in 
  front of his young master, whispering words of calm to him. 

Karin walks in from Dining Room through the Gilded Doors. 

Miles waves out, "Staffcars outside, I recommend any who want to go, 
  do so." 

Karin passes the Main Exit. 

The man is dressed in black rags he fights for every inche he crawls. 

Miles comes from the Courtyard. 

Melchiorre looks up at Steffan, "I saw.. I was talking to your father, 
  and I saw the man.. with the bomb." 

Cato notices the ununiformed GUY crawling up the stairs and signals a 
  guard to go investigate who it is. 

Terias places himself between his Duke and the man crawling. "I said 
  identify yourself or I will fire!" 

Miles says, "Excuse me all, but could we spread out some?" 
Miles says, "Move it! You're all an easy target here!" 

Iason repositions himself, to block the man's approach to his Duke and 
  flanking Terias. "Watch for explosives!" 

Miles waves Steffan back into the Embassy. 

Several soldiers come rushing up the stairs swords in hand, they 
  immediately seek the man out, and with a cruelty unseen disrgard 
  thier stunners in hand and draw thier swords. 

Praxton retreats slightly as the soldiers converge. 

Steffan looks at the Moritani rather disappointed and extends his 
  sheild around him. "Lets move into the embassay...." 

Ivanova latches her hand about Melchiorre's arm, "Come Lord 
  Moritani... we should get you inside where the Suks are." 

(OOC) Miles says, "Excuse me, but this is stupid. Nobody bunches up 
  like this 

around bombs." 

The man dies slowly and loudly.