Ginaz Embassy Bombing 9/28, part 3

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

Cato starts to push Steffan (and thus Melchiorre) towards the 
  embassy... any cover is better than this. 

Miles says, "Move it! Act like you have a purpose! Spread out." 

Jans walks in from Dining Room through the Gilded Doors. 

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

Melchiorre stands and walks, between Boris and Ivanova, out of the 
  room. 
Melchiorre walks to the northwest and passes through the Gilded Doors. 

Iason turns a bit. "Back into the Embassy!:" 

Jans returns, brushing himself off, his two servants looking battered 
  a bit from the blast, remaining in front of him. 

(OOC) Terias says, "But House staff would always move to shield their 
  nobles, so SOME clumping would occur." 

Isabel doesn't seem to know where to go or what to do. 

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

(OOC) Iason says, "Mostly so that we could take most of the blast." 
  One of the soldiers bloodied sword in hands makes his way over to 
  Miles "and says "All is clear M'Lord." 

Miles nods, "Make sure this time, please." 

Praxton walks past Isabel and hauls her, bodily, back into the 
  building. "Atreides, with me!" 

Jans looks around quickly, and returns inside. 
Jans walks to the northwest and passes through the Gilded Doors. 

Boris mutters to Zorion, "... fight our..." 

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

Terias backs into the embassy following his Duke, keeping an eye on 
  the door. 
Terias walks to the northwest and passes through the Gilded Doors. 

Isabel gets hauled like so much grain in a sack. 
Isabel walks to the northwest and passes through the Gilded Doors. 

Iason keeps rear guard, hands at the ready as he allows the nobles 
  entry first, 

aware of his expendability. 

Miles points Isabel into the Embassy, and assigns a guard to her. 
  "She's your duty. Do it." 

Iason says, "Baron Harkonnen! To the Embassy!" 

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

Zorion mutters to Boris, "... m'lord" 

Boris humphs. "Amateurs!" 
Boris walks to the northwest and passes through the Gilded Doors. 

You walk through the Gilded Doors. 

Dining Room -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain) 

Terias finds one of the shields brough in earlier and attaches it to 
  his belt, activating it. You can see him visibly relax even through 
  the shield's shimmer. 

Isabel blinks as she finds herself right back where she started then 
  smiles at Praxton and says, "Thank you." softly. 

Iason backs quickly into the area, covering Boris and Zorion. "Suicide 
  bombers! What's next, atomics?" he curses. 

Melchiorre lays back and is attended to, and seems to be relatively 
  unharmed, except for a few scratches and a nasty bump on the head. 

Praxton stiffens at the mention of atomics. "I'd not put it past 
  them." 

Ivanova snaps back towards Praxton, "It's against Conventions. No one 
  would be so foolish as to violate the forms. No one!" She spits her 
  disbelief out. 

Iason turns a bit, towards the others. "My lords and ladies, that 
  explosion was apparently the work of a suicide bomber, to judge by 
  the blast and the location of it. 

Terias turns to Iason. "We shouldn't make hasty assumptions on the 
  basis of the little information we have." 

Boris says, "Gods, I need a bloody drink! Someone get me a goblet of 
  wine!" 

Jans turns and sighs. "Is there anyone in charge here? Is there not 
  one area of this accursed Embassy that is safe, or could be used to 
  evacuate the women and Siridars?" 

Zorion says, "I guess it's simply impossible for /everyone/ to be 
  subtle, Ambassador." 

One of the medics smiles and says to the Moritanni "Your wounds while 
  painful are not deadly. I'll have a nurse comeby and clean them as 
  well as give you some anti-biotics and something for the pain. If 
  you would excuse me" he bows "I have others that must be attendeding 
  to others." 

Steffan turns off his sheild as he continues to observe Melchiorre. He 
  then asks, "who was the man you saw. What Great House is he from..." 

Melchiorre nods to the medic, then speaks up in a clear voice, "It 
  *was a suicide bomber. I saw him." 

A guard signals Steffan to come over to the small hospital tent. 

Praxton turns to Jans. "Na-Marquis Steffan is in charge. Deffer to 
  him. The ladies must be defended or evacuated, the Siridari must see 
  to the safety of their people." 

Iason turns to Terias. "Mentat, epicenter of the blast was just inside 
  the doorway, to judge by the bodies arrayed around the other side of 
  the door and the damage to the doors themselves; they were blown 
  OUTWARDS. The shrapnel included what was apparently flesh and bone, 
  and not all the blood was carbonized during the explosion. The dead 
  guards blown out of the embassy showed that the blast originated 
  from inside the doorway." 

Isabel gets up and goes to what's left of the table, pouring a glass 
  of wine for herself and Boris, offering it to him without her usual 
  smile, "I need one too." 

Boris nods to Zorion. "You go ahead, I'll follow shortly, eh? Go on." 
Boris chuckles at Isabel, mopping his brow with his sleeve. "Thank 
  you, Isabel." 

Terias looks coldly and analytically at Steffan. "Of course, I mean no 
  disrespect, milord, but had your men merely stunned him, we could 
  find out much more easily." 

Isabel says, "I've never seen...that kind of thing before." 

Iason says, "The blast radius indicated that there was a relatively 
  small amount of explosive used, about the amount that could be 
  carried by one man alone."" 

Steffan frowns at Melchiorre, "Yes YES!" he nearly shouts, "Who was 
  he!..." 
Steffan realizes that the Moritani won't answer and gets up to leave. 
  Melchiorre looks up at Steffan, "He was naked "He was naked, and had 
  a bomb... your men were chasing him, and he set it off as he got to 
  the door..." 

Iason turns his gaze around the room. "The probability remains high 
  that this was a suicide bomber, and a search of the second man may 
  determine his alliegance." 

Jans mutters to Praxton, "... course,... But... could... him... duty 
  is... preservation... his... can... rebuilt, bloodlines... not... 
  easily..." 

Boris says, "There's a vision. A naked suicide bomber!" 
Boris gulps down his wine. 

Steffan looks at the Guard, "where is the Minister!" he shouts 
  impatiently. 

Using Aglicon, Terias says, "Did anyone check to see if he had a 
  Harkonnen heartplug?" 

The Medic steers Steffan over to the small field tent in the dining 
  hall. 

Jans taps his cane onto the floor a few times, looking too and fro. 

Praxton blinks at Jans, his expression slack-jawed at such a display. 

Isabel slowly drinks the glass dry, then goes back to sit down and 
  wait to be told what to do next. 

Steffan walks over to the field tent with the medic. 

Using Aglicon, Iason says, "I suggest that be done immediately, 
  Mentat." 

The Medic says to Steffan in a low voice, "He.... Weak ..... bomb 
  ..... Morgen." 

Jans shrugs, and leans closer to Praxton. 

Boris says, "Lady Isabel, where's your Sardaukar detachment?" 

Using Aglicon, Terias says, "I meant it as more of a joke. The 
  Harkonnens may be many things, but not THAT stupid." 

Flag reset. 

The Medic removes a flap, allowing all to see a weakened Minister of 
  state lying on a hospital bed. 

Using Aglicon, Praxton says, "I concur." 

Isabel shakes her head, "Never use them." She laughs, although it's 
  not a humorous one. 

Steffan mutters to Darvin, "... how... you feeling.." 

Praxton whispers something that sounds very like a prayer. 

Justine walks in from Foyer through the Gilded Doors. 

Darvin mutters to Steffan, "I am... How... Okay?" 

Jans mutters to Praxton, "... My lord.... household... indeed in 
  choas... the... the Royal Alvstad... of... therein... me... The... 
  of which,... no... are,... loose... senses. See... above... 
  things.... bounds." 

Using Aglicon, Iason says, "The bomber could have been intended for 
  any one of the Houses here." 

Darvin sits up weakly, Steffan moves him in a half reclining posture 
  so he can speak better. 

Using Aglicon, Terias says, "Perhaps it was meant to reopen the recent 
  filled Council seat?" 

The head doctor looks at all of those assembled and asks sarcastically 
  one of the nurses if he should put up a sign that says don't feed 
  the animals. 

Ivanova moves towards Iason and makes sure she has his attention 
  before starting, "What are the chances of us getting out of here? I 
  hardly care to stay in a place which finds itself victim to a 
  bomber... especially if there is another." 

Jans looks about, sighing and attempting to dust off his jacket, but 
  it is too badly damaged. 

Steffan mutters to Darvin, "... front... the... the... was... 
  bomber?"" 

Justine walks quietly over to where Jans is. 

"My duty," Praxton says slowly and clearly, "is to see to the welfare 
  of those I rule. I will NOT seek refuge while my people are still in 
  danger. How many kinds of a coward do you take me for?" 

Iason turns to Ivanova. "I suggest waiting till the Ginaz soldiers 
  have determined that there are no more attackers waiting outside. 
Iason looks around, then out towards the doorway again. "I hope that 
  nobody was stupid enough to bring a lasgun." he mutters, glaring at 
  the blown open entryway. 

Darvin mutters to Steffan, "... was... package!... left... the... 
  move..." 

Praxton glances to Boris, his expression saying all that need be said 
  about his opinion of 'Ginaz soldiers'. 

Jans turns to Praxton, "My Lord, I did not say otherwise, but clearly 
  it is obvious that to avoid danger would mean leaving this estate, 
  would it not? How many more innocent lives need to be lost here, 
  before it becomes obvious that such welfare cannot be found in this 
  location?" 

Darvin mutters to Steffan, "The man... a... of... outside... the 
  embassy, I... the doors..." 

Iason ignores the shield belts availible, looking outwards, before 
  turning to Darvin. "My lord! Have your soldiers checked the adjacent 
  buildings?" 

Jans turns, noticing Justine at his elbow, he raises an eyebrow, 
  wondering where she has come from. 

Ivanova folds her arms before her and rolls her eyes at Iason. She 
  moves off to the side towards Praxton. 

Boris snorts at Praxton's expression, nodding in agreement. 

Darvin mutters to Steffan, "I was... off." 

Praxton says, "Then we all leave. The Baron, myself, the lady 
  Rastanyev... all of us." 

Using Alvst, Justine says, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..." 

Jans merely nods, looking toward the Duke Praxton. 

Steffan mutters to Darvin, "... House where they... Moritani..." 

Terias nods. "Our thopter should still be airbone circling the 
  embassy." 

Ivanova nods to the Atreides, "Well spoken Siridar." She unfolds her 
  hands and smiles. 

Boris says, "The party's over!" 

Cato walks in from Foyer through the Gilded Doors. 

Darvin mutters to Steffan, "Don't know,... closing... probably... 
  have..." 

Jans looks at Terias quizzically, but says nothing. 

Iason asks again, aiming his query towards Darvin and Steffan. "My 
  lords! Have the buildings adjacent been searched?" 

Darvin seems very pale, and looks more than exhausted. 

Praxton looks sidelong at Ivanova, his tone firm yet not as 
  aggressive, "Were I a simple sharecropper, milady, I would be 
  insulted at the thought of leaving a place where my family and 
  friends were still in danger." 

Zorion says, "My lord, I'll arrange for your Staffcar." 

Isabel gets up and refills her glass, this time wandering over to 
  check on Melchiorre rather than returning to her chair. 

Cato approaches his Siridar (Morgen) with an expression of steely 
  non-disclosure on his face towards anyone who gets in his way. 

Darvin reaches up to pull Steffan closer. 

Boris claps his hands. "Come come, let's not waste another bloody 
  moment. I can tell you, this won't be forgotten soon!" he says, 
  laughing with a glance about him at the utter chaos and destruction. 

Ivanova returns the gaze and tone, "I speak nothing of the sort. To 
  stay is but to leave your friends and family in danger... for they 
  will not leave without their Siridar." 

Terias says, "Milord, we wouldn't be in danger if you would come with 
  us."" 

Steffan after hearing Darvin's words shouts infuriated, "DAMN! DAMN!" 

Cato, hearing Steffan shout, begins to all-out run across the room to 
  him, face drawn into a tightly repressed curse the whole way. 

Praxton, for once, seems to listen to his Mentat. "Terias, your 
  communicator. Signal the Embassy, have two more 'thopters sent. 
  We'll wait for them and use them as decoys to up our chances." 

Terias pulls out his communicator and speaks quckly into it. 

Zorion walks to the northwest and passes through the Silver Laden 
  Door. 

Melchiorre nods to Isabel, then looks over then turns to watch 
  Steffan. 

Boris walks to the northwest and passes through the Silver Laden Door. 

Iason says, "My lords! Have the buildings been searched? I do not wish 
  to underestimate the opposition by assuming that they do not have 
  lasguns or rockets..."" 

Boris walks in from Apartments through the Silver Laden Door. 
Zorion walks to the southeast and passes through the Gilded Doors. 

Praxton says, "Boris? Do you think it safe to leave by ground?" 

Terias says, "If they had those, they would most likely have used them 
  by now. This seems to be a more primitive attack." 

Jans watches the exchange curiously, idly tapping his cane onto the 
  ground. 

Cato stops so suddenly upon reaching Darvin's injured body that he 
  almost topples onto the man. Cato leans over to hear the words 
  slowly tumbling out of the injured young man's mouth. 

Darvin mutters to Cato, "... a funny... Imperium, Sardaukar..." 

Using Alvst, Justine says, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 
  ... ... ... 

..." 

Darvin mutters to Cato, "... of... the... guards..." 

Boris shakes his head. "I think it'd be safer than thopters, Praxton. 
  But we'd 

best move, before the foe regroups and comes at us again." 

Using Lear, Cato says, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 
  ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 
  ... ... ... ..." 

Jans smiles, patting Justine gently on the arm. "We await the calm and 
  order that the Lord Atreides says the na-Viscount Ginaz will conjure 
  up." He shrugs, "Apparantly, that time has expired, and now we will 
  attempt to leave through the same route that the disaster arrived." 

Iason nods to Boris. "I suggest that all of us depart in two more more 
  vehicles, with at least one visible aide present in the second 
  vehicle to confuse any observers as to WHICH vehicle has the noble." 

Praxton grimaces again, not liking either choice very much. "I agree, 
  we need ample decoys with as many different marking as possible." 

Boris says, "Agreed. Let us quit this dreadful mess, eh?" 

Darvin mutters to Cato, "... words... in bright green... on the 
  package." 

Isabel says, "What about the wounded?" 

Justine looks to Jans. "Jans, you forget where I come from." 

Praxton tries a smile. "About time." He turns to Isabel and Ivanova, 
  "Ladies, if either of you wish to throw in their lots with us, we 
  will gladly evacuate you." 

Cato snorts as Darvin relays the information to him, and then stands 
  up straight. He looks around him, and then rights a chair that had 
  been toppled over and climbs onto to gain a commanding view over the 
  crowd. "My Lords and Ladies, your attention please!" 

Jans squeezes her hand. "Things will be fine, my dear. Stay 
  close.....here comes some news." 

Melchiorre sits up on the edge of a cot, watching Caro. 

Justine has an expression more tired than anything on her face. 
  "Frankly, I think that if they were going to kill us all, they'd 
  have planned better. Certainly when my family was killed...." She 
  looks to Duke Praxton. 

Ivanova is about to answer Praxton when she notices Cato... she turns 
  to look up. 

One of the more coherrent wounded mutters something under his breathe 
  at Justine's comment to the effect of 'what arrogance.' 

Terias grabs a passsing steward, whispers a few words, and lets him 
  hurry off. 

Isabel turns her attention to the man on the chair and waits to hear 
  what he has to say. 

The steward Terias collared earlier reappears, carrying a large stack 
  of capes, cloaks, and plain old sheets. 

Cato raises his arms high (just to make sure he's got everyone's 
  attention), and begins speaking in a manner more reminecent of 
  political speeches than crisis scences. "All those gathered here 
  should immeadiately know that measures have been taken to provide 
  you safe transport home, either in your entourages or with House 
  Ginaz security staff to see you there safely. As to the undergoing 
  investigation..." Cato glances ever so briefly at Melchiorre, "We 
  believe the explosions were not targeted towards any of the guests 
  here, but as a 'birthday present' to our own Ornia Lear. As further 
  information becomes available, we will take efforts to keep you all 
  informed; both about the state of the investigation and what House 
  Ginaz is doing to rectify it." Cato throws another cold glance at 
  the sole represenative of House Moritani in the room, and then bows 
  to the crowd, "Thank you for your attention. I will take any 
  questions now." 

Boris says, "I have a question...." 

Cato restrains a grimace, and bows to Boris, "My Lord Harkonnen?" 

Boris says, "Are you quite done, eh?" 

Praxton doesn't pause, but charges straight for the door, waving the 
  Atreides out with one hand and repeating his offer of assistance to 
  Ivanova and Isabel with the other. 

Terias follows his Duke quickly. 

Cato smiles sardonically at Boris, "Yes, my Lord. Are there any other 
  questions?" 

Ivanova follows Cato's eyes towards Melchiorre and gives him instead a 
  sad look. With that she turns to accept the assistance with a nod of 
  her head, "Most gracious of you Duke." 

Iason nods and follows his Duke quickly. 

"Terias, have the 'thopters unshield. We'll take our chances with the 
  rockets," Praxton ventures, as he helps Ivanova to her feet. 

Melchiorre nods to Ivanova once, watching her as she leaves. 

Boris nods and stomps out, after Praxton. 

Isabel stays where she is, declining the offer of a ride home. 

Terias quickly chatters into his communicator. "Mi lord, please cover 
  yourself with one of these cloaks, so noone can recognize and target 
  you." 

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

Jans escorts Justine toward the door promptly. "Let us go, my dear." 

Terias offers the other cloaks to the other nobles present. 

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

Praxton gets a cape from Terias and offers it spread, to cover 
  Ivanova. He then gets one for himself, making a shawl out of a 
  tablecloth. "Atreides and honored guests, let's away." 

Using Alvst, Justine says, "... ... ... ... ..." 

Melchiorre rises from his seat, standing beside Isabel for a moment. 

Using Alvst, Justine says, "... ... ... ... ... ..." 
Using Aglicon, Iason says, "My Duke, I suggest that at least Terias or 
  myself take another 'thropter, and be sure to be seen entering it, 
  so as to draw any fire that may come." 

Terias covers himself in a like manner, and tosses Iason a cloak. 

Praxton glances back at the remaining nobles. "Lord, Lady Alvstad... 
  will you leave with us?" 

Isabel looks over at Melchiorre and smiles a bit. 

Justine nods to Praxton. "Thank you, your grace." 

Iason takes the cloak, catching it lightly. "Can I borrow a guard, to 
  at least make the impression of needing to be warded?" he asks one 
  of the Ginaz membes. Jans nods, "Our House limosine should be 
  outside, with any luck, My Lord." He bows his head, "But thank you 
  for the offer. It is most kind." 

Praxton wraps Justine in a tan cloak, and hustles out the door with a 

respectful nod to Melchiorre and Jans. 

Terias says, "I will go first to check on the thopters, milord."" 

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

Melchiorre watches Steffan for a moment, "Am I free to go?" 

Iason Starts out himself, dragging on the cloak. 
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