12/15/98 RP night: Lendol the upstart

[Zami Wahye <wahye@yahoo.com>]

A strange man finds his way into Center City and preaches his own truths.  See how the players about react.






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Iason bows deeply again to the Rastanyev party as a whole now, before 
  turning to work the crowd.

Max nods back in return

Anthony idly flexes his huge muscles around, to warm himself. He adjusts 
  his Tiger Helmet more thightly

Ivanova smiles to Iason as he departs and then turns her attentions to 
  Joral, "Forgive me... but I'm afraid I do not know your name... though 
  you wear the Corrino colors proudly."

Anthony nods at the Liutenant

Belgoth smirks at Filarion and makes a sarcastic grimace "Well you're a 
  great source of information. Not! Any idea who might have a clue as to 
  the reason of this assembly?" Belgoth once again scans the large 
  square and calls Max closer for some reason.

Anthony moves closer to the Liutenant, as if wanting to say something to 
  her.

Max walks slowly through the crowd to Belgoth

Joral bows again and smiles warmly, "I am so sorry that we have not met 
  my lady. I am Minister of State Marsellus Ostreloria, I am at your 
  ladyship's service."

Belgoth murmurs to Max "Do me a favour...walk through the crowd, see if 
  the Lady Rastanyev has arrived yet. If you find her, come back here 
  and tell me, please"

Anthony moves next to the Liutenant and says "Liutenant I need to speak 
  to you"

A shaggy, ragged figure shuffles into view on the edge of the crowd. 
  "Obliteration!" he wails, "As the prophets foretold!"

A Ginaz Limosine pulls in and comes to a smooth stop.

Anthony suddenly jumps at both the figure and the limosine

Max nods and moves on into the crowd

Lt. Zambro Contillus moves over to Anthony

Ivanova smiles and inclines to her head towards Joral, "Minister... 
  Charmed to have..." her words trail off as the voice turns her 
  attention inward towards the crowd about. "What is this?" She inquires 
  to no one in particular.

Joral quicly spins around, his hand moving toward the Holtzman generator 
  at his belt, at the sound of the voice.

Steffan exits the Ginaz Limosine.
Steffan has arrived.

Max looks around to see if Lady Rastanyev is here.

The Ginaz Limosine departs the area.

Max notices her and moves back towards Belgoth

Lt. Zambro Contillus assumes a tense posture

Iason straightens rather suddenly at the noise, head spinning around as 
  he sans the area, body dropping into a loose crouch.

Joral turns back to Ivanova, "I'm sorry my lady, I was startled by that 
  madman."

Anthony says, "Liutenat, in the Lobby of the Hotel Imperial is a drunk 
  man who was making a nuisance of himself. Earl Iason and me had to 
  knock him out. Be so good as to send a few guards to remove him."

The figure is a familiar one on Kaitain streets, Father Lendol, a half-
  crazed old man in shabby clothes. "Obliteration!" he wails again, 
  shaking a ragged copy of the OC Bible. "Upon Corrino and all their 
  kin!"

Steffan bows to the nobles as exits the limo.

Anthony looks at Steffan surprisedly and salutes

Max appears in front of Belgoth.

Joral turns back around, and looks for the source of the voice.

Lt. Zambro Contillus nods his head and turns over to Joral, "With your 
  permission sir."

Max says, "She has arrived."

Steffan takes notice of Anthony and nods and then scans the area 
  carefully.

Lendol wails, "Repent your ways and kneel to God instead, not this 
  modern-day Pharoah! For as is written, he who forsakes the ways of God 
  shall suffer a death greater than any atomics can bring!"

Ivanova nods forgetfully towards Joral. Her eyes continue to concentrate 
  on the crowd as her feet take her towards the voice. She makes a quick 
  aside, "Forgive me Minister." And then proceeds towards the gathering 
  crowd about Lendol.

Anthony walks from Liutenant Zamboro and hurries over to Steffan

As people recognize the daft old man, amused murmurs run through the 
  crowd. A young girl covers her face to hide a giggle.

Iason turns a bit, then starts over towards the Father.

Anthony salutes Steffan again and blurts "My Lord !...I have arrived !". 
  He then smiles broadly.

Max turns his head to see what the fuss is about.

Filarion raises an eyebrow at the ragged man, but doesn't pay him too 
  much attention.

Belgoth turns toward the disturbance and frowns as the man screams out 
  calls for obliteration. He nods when Max notifies him, and suddenly 
  spots Ivanova himself. Belgoth, motions his assistant to follow, and 
  pushes through the crowd as quick as he can, trying to reach Lady 
  Rastaneyv.

Lt. Zambro Contillus activates a communicator and murmurs breifly into 
  it. A few moments later a few guards appear to remove the old man.

Max follows behind Belgoth

Lendol's voice gathers strength as an audience forms, "The signs are all 
  around us! He shall smite the galaxy with His fist! And Emperor and 
  all the mighty houses of the Landsraad will be as paper toys before 
  him. Listen, oh brethren and sistren! Hear the words of the prophets!"

Pausing in her step because there is no more room to move, Ivanova 
  watches on from along the edges of the crowd. She tilts her head to 
  one side as she listens. Her brow furrowed in concern.

Lt. Zambro Contillus moves up to Anthony

Anthony looks at the oldman. He then takes out a copy of the OCB from 
  his tuxedo, refers to it and then roars at the priest "HERETIC !"

Iason modulates his voice for his best, most calming professional tone. 
  "Good sir, you appear distressed. Do you need to sit down?"

Belgoth catches up to Ivanova and pulls on her elbow to get the woman's 
  attention and whispers something in her ear...

Lt. Zambro Contillus leans over to Anthony, and whispers, "Sir the 
  matter you discussed is being dealt with."

Filarion walks over to the crowd, surrounding the man, with a look of 
  sudden interest on his face.

A burly man under the statue laughs loudly, and shouts, "Ye'r not goin' 
  ask fer donations 'gain, are ye, Father?" He throws a ha'solari piece 
  at the old man and laughs again.

Anthony quotes the Omega Apocalypse chapter 45 line 12 'And You Shall 
  Not Speak Ill of the Ruler

Lendol spots the guards approaching. He holds aloft his Bible and adopts 
  a pose of pious martyrdom. "Ye shall not sway me, oh soldiers of 
  Pharoah! No! For He is my strength, not some false god on the Lion 
  Throne! Nor his lackeys in the Great Houses either!"

Steffan eyes the old man with interest and then smiles a bit with 
  disbelief.

Anthony turns to Lt.Zambro and says "Thank you sir. I hope is was not 
  too much inconvience

Ivanova turns and smiles towards Belgoth. A touch of what seems to be 
  sadness is there. "It's alright Count."

Lt. Zambro Contillus shakes his with a small smile, "Nothing my men 
  could not handle."

Iason takes a slow breath, then says to Lendrol, "Sir, do you need to 
  sit down, somewhere?" he repeats.

Anthony looks mischeviously at the Liutenant and says "Bid me calm this 
  fellow"

Anthony fights his way to the crowd, with his OCB in his hand and 
  confornts the priest

Lt. Zambro Contillus follows Anthony through the crowd.

A Harkonnen Limosine pulls in and comes to a smooth stop.
Nestor exits the Harkonnen Limosine.
Nestor has arrived.

Lendol shouts to Iason, "My flesh is not weary, nor my soul either! Oh, 
  brother, won't you listen? You wear the uniform of the Atreides. Cast 
  off that garb and join me in saving this world. This galaxy!"

Anthony rebukes the priest harshly, quoting line after line from the OCB

Filarion gestures at Nestor to join him.

The Harkonnen Limosine departs the area.

Belgoth frowns at Ivanova and shakes his head "I'm going for a closer 
  investigation..." He takes a couple of steps toward Lendol, but haults 
  and turns around to face Max "Do you have any kind of weapon?"

Max says, "No."

Nestor steps out of a limousine followed by three Harkonnen guards. He 
  nods back toward Filarion and walks toward him.

Anthony roars at the priest "Away ! Away you fiend !....thou wearest the 
  robes of the clergy but you speak the words of heresy !......away 
  before He takes notice of your evil !"

Filarion grins broadly as Nestor approaches. "Three guards? Good Master, 
  isn't that a little bit too secure?"

Iason inclines his head. "If God's work is truly taht important, sir, 
  then I shall. But until that is clear to me, I fear I cannot. Perhaps 
  you could discuss this with me elsewhere?"

Nestor shakes his head slightly with a slight smile. "No, My Lord 
  Count."

Ivanova shakes her head lightly towards Belgoth and reaches out a hand. 
  "Count. Weapons are not necessary. Please... come stand by me... 
  and... keep me company from here."

Lt. Zambro Contillus surveys the new arrivals.

Iason ignores Anthony's approach, trying his own.

Joral sighs, and rubs the bridge of his nose.

Belgoth sighs and takes off the Main Gauche from his belt, handing it to 
  Max "Do not pull it out of the sheath unless absolutely 
  nesessary...c'mon.." Belgoth circles around the commotion, coming from 
  behind the lunatic.

Anthony turns to the crowd and makes an urgent appeal "This man is mad 
  !. Listen not to his heresy !........depart in peace !.....only God 
  can determine the end of the univertse !"

Max follows Belgoth

Nestor steps up to Filarion, the guards behind him standing abreast. He 
  searches the crowd for another face even as he speaks to Filarion. 
  "And how goes everything, My Lord Count?"

Lendol shakes his head urgently at Iason. "No, brother. In the sight of 
  all, here I stand. I can do no other." He eyes the guards as if he 
  might break into a run at any minute. Flipping open his book, he 
  wails, "For He is the way and the Light, and with Him all things are 
  possible. For He is the Gate to salvation."

Anthony seeing his soft methods has failed, Anthony cuffs Lendol roughly 
  on the neck.

Filarion smiles as he speaks. "We've got quite a situation here..I shall 
  tell you something about it..."

Belgoth stops again and turns to Max "Actualy, go guard her excelency."

Max walks back to ivanova

Iason turns to Anthony, expression set into a mask as he steps between 
  the Ginaz and the preacher. "That was too much!" he says flatly.

Steffan smiles indifferently at the old man and then a bit more then at 
  Anthony. He then pulls a cigar from his cloak and lights it still 
  keeping his eye on the crowd.

Nestor nods slightly, still searching the crowd. "Please do, My Lord 
  Count."

Max walks out from the crowd

Max speaks into his communicator.

Anthony silences the old man by stuffing a hankie in the old man's 
  mouth. 

Lendol cowers behind Iason. "For I shall not fear my enemies. No! Even 
  in the face of obliteration."

A Rastanyev Limosine pulls up near Max.
Max has left.
Max enters the Rastanyev Limosine.
The Rastanyev Limosine steadily accelerates then departs the area.

Filarion nods at Nestor, then redirects his attention to /Lendor/ again.

Belgoth finaly makes a complete circle, and stands a couple feet behind 
  Lendol, his right hand on the hilt of Belgoth's rapier. The Dyak does 
  not interfiere in the conversation, but closely monitors the events 
  unfolding before him.

Anthony gestures to Liutenant Zambaro

Lt. Zambro Contillus moves forward.

Filarion nods at Nestor. "If you wish so."

Nestor nods. "I do, My Lord Count."

Lt. Zambro Contillus goes to Belgoth, "Please sir.

Iason takes a deep breath, then intentionally turns his back on Anthony. 
  "Sir," he says softly, "I advise you to depart, and let God show his 
  displeasure in His own way. THey now know, and therefore there may not 
  be need for more of this. I urge you to depart before the situation 
  degenerates."

Nestor turns to the three guards, pointing to one of them.

Anthony looks at Iason, then says "As you wish sir
Anthony lets the priest drop and backs off

Lendol ducks behind Iason, a veteran at evading the authorities. He 
  switches chapters, reading furiously, "And Eamon begat Shabessadar, 
  and Huron begat Hunuss, and lo, in the ninth generation was born to 
  the planet Ecaz a child..."

Using Suryzo, Nestor says, "... ... ... ... ... ..."

Nestor nods as two of the guards move to stand behind and flanking 
  Filarion. He smiles slightly, taking in the scene.

Ivanova shakes her head lightly at the events before her. As the 
  commotion of the crowd grows, so does the ring of the area. She begins 
  to back away, careful that none step on or over her.

Anthony turns to Lady Ivanova and adresses her

Belgoth frowns and steps up closer to Lendol, suddenly seeming 
  interested "What was that about planet Ecaz? What are you talking 
  about old fool?"

Anthony says, "Poor fellow....I really didn't mean him any harm."
 
Lt. Zambro Contillus keeps watch on teh crowd.

"And that child's name was Katherina! And Katherina grew into a Godly 
  woman, full of the glory of the God!"

Iason repeats gently, "Please, sir, I suggest that you depart, as the 
  Sardaukar have arrived."

Joral frowns, "perhaps someone should call the hospital, the man 
  obviously needs medical attention."

Anthony says, "My thought exactly"
Anthony turns to Steffan
Anthony says, "My Lord....."
Anthony says, "It has been a long time since I last saw you"
Anthony beams

An Alvstad Staffcar pulls in and comes to a smooth stop.

"And the Lord was sick unto Himself of the pollutuon of Ecaz, and made 
  as if to smite it utterly, but Katherina...

Iohannes exits the Alvstad Staffcar.
Iohannes has arrived.

Steffan looks at Anthony and puffs his cigar for a moment, "Indeed..."

Joral says, "perhaps the Sarduakar could escort him to a nearby medical 
  facility."

Belgoth shakes his head and steps forward again "No no no. Let him 
  speak, this is fun. I want to hear what ludicrous things this lunatic 
  has yet to say. Might make for some funny stories later on.." Belgoth 
  laughs and scratches his goatee, listening carefuly.

Anthony says, "How is your father ?....the Marquis ?"

Lt. Zambro Contillus nods to Joral, "Yes sir."

Filarion smiles to himself as he observes the ado.

Nestor smiles slightly as he continues to take in the scene, liberally 
  scanning the crowd as he stands at Filarion's side.

Iohannes sweeps into a low bow to the assembled worthies, bowing 
  pleasantly to his equals and nodding to his subordinates.

Anthony says, "Where did this man come from anyway ?"

"Katherina made they of Ecaz see the Light, going to each of them in 
  turn as unto a sister, and the Lord saw what it was she did, and 
  blessed the world with plenty...

Lt. Zambro Contillus moves over to Lendol and speaks quitely to him.
 
Steffan nods to Anthony and taps the ashes of his cigar next to the old 
  man, "he is well, tending to more importance duties..."

Iason shakes his head finally, letting the Dyak and the Sardaukar handle 
  the matter as he walks out of the crowd carefully to look around, 
  bowing to Iohannes.

Ivanova smiles lightly towards the crowd as she now finds herself at the 
  very edge of the group. She lightly shakes her head and then moves to 
  make her way around the crowd as she makes her way further down the 
  street.

Lt. Zambro Contillus whispers to Lendol, "Please sir, come with me."

"So you see, brethren, there is hope, even in the face of utter 
  destruction, hope for us all, if we see the Light! Come, join me! Cast 
  off your shackles! Take courage!

Lendol frowns at the Lieutenant. "Oh, Zambro, I am just warming them up! 
  Ten minutes, please..."

Lt. Zambro Contillus repeats again, a little louder, "Please sir come 
  with me." and motions away from the crowd.

Anthony says, "Perhaps the Imperial Cardinal should be summoned to 
  debate with this fellow..."

Belgoth quirks an eyebrow "Whoa, hold on a second fellow. "They of 
  Ecaz"? Who would that be?" The Dyak is grinning, apparently ammused, 
  and murmurs to nobody in particular "Even I don't say crazy stuff like 
  this when I'm drunk."

Ivanova walks to the north and moves along the Imperial Boulevard.
Ivanova has left.

Anthony looks pointedly at the Dyak "You study theology sir ?

Iason says to Iohannes, "Lord Ambasador. A pleasure." as he detatches 
  himself.

Lt. Zambro Contillus to Lendol, "Please, the guests find you disturbing, 
  we do not want trouble."

Lendol frowns. He turns to the crowd, "See? The soldiers of Pharoah fear 
  the light? But we know better, don't we, brethren and sistrern?" He 
  puts out his hands to receive the cuffs. "I shall go as Daniel into 
  the lion's den."

Anthony sighs

Belgoth turns his attention to Anthony and nods "I try to learn as much 
  as possible, about everything, for that is my profession - to advise 
  on multiple subjects. I am especialy interested if it concerns the 
  holding of House Rastaneyv."

Lt. Zambro Contillus looks at Lendol's hands, "Cuffs will not be 
  necessary, please walk with me."

Anthony chuckles "Perhaps we could study together sometime....I have 
  little enough to do at this time

Iohannes smiles at Iason, bowing again. "Like wise, my Lord Earl!"

Anthony turns to Stefan and says lowly "Could you arrange an audience 
  with me and your father ?. I have not reported myself in yet ?.

Lendol shrieks, "I insist on the restraints! For God is in my heart, and 
  I have the strength of a hundred men!"

Lt. Zambro Contillus does a quick survey of the crowd to see who is 
  looking.

Belgoth catches up to the Lieutenant and mumurs "Is it possible for me 
  to later have a private conversation with this man?"

Joral pulls out his communicator and speaks into it.

Iohannes smiles at Lendol. "But that is why there can be none! For such 
  strength might cause injury, which would vex the Most High!"

Iason straightens. "I see you have arived in time for things to end." he 
  notes midly.

Lendol does everything but stomp his feet in his insistence. No good 
  being arrested if you can't be a martyr to the cause.

Lt. Zambro Contillus :nods to Belgoth, "Arrange with the Captain of the 
  guard on watch."

Filarion turns his head to Nestor and mutters

Iohannes chuckles.

Belgoth bows slightly "Thank you sir. I will do just that."

Anthony moves around slowy, and gently disperses the crowd.

Lendol gets a second wind, "For He is a righteous and just god, and He 
  will vanquish the wicked, even the Pharoah on his throne."

Iason shakes his head.

Lt. Zambro Contillus moves up to Lendol, lands a sudden and swift blow 
  to the side of the neck, rendering the man unconcious. He then quietly 
  and as subtley as possible removes the limp man so as not to distract 
  the guests.

Father Lendol drops like a limp rag.

Anthony looks at Steffan and repeats his request earnestly.

Lt. Zambro Contillus gently picks up the old man and carries him away.
Lt. Zambro Contillus walks to the north and moves along the Imperial 
  Boulevard.
Lt. Zambro Contillus has left.

Iason shakes his head. "I should've done that earlier." he remarks. 
  "Though I was hoping for a reasonable solution.

Iohannes nods. "An odd old fellow, indeed..."

The crowd, cheated of their entertainment, boos the Lieutenant a little, 
  but allows him to leave unmolested.

Lt. Zambro Contillus walks in from Saudir I Plaza along the Imperial 
  Boulevard.
Lt. Zambro Contillus has arrived.

Iason says, "At least he went down quietly."

Lt. Zambro Contillus moves over to Joral and whispers, "The man has been 
  taken to the local constabulary."

Filarion strolls over to the vincinity of the others and bows to 
  everyone present.

Iohannes sighs. "A blessing. Some of these types bring others down with 
  them."

Iason nods.

Joral nods to Lt. Zambro, "you handled that well."

Anthony looks at Iason and everyone else and says "Who was that man 
  anyway ?"

Lt. Zambro Contillus bows, "Thank you sir."

Iason shakes his head, then says, "Excuse me, please, Lord 
  Ambassador..."

Lt. Zambro Contillus shakes his head, "He is no one of great import."

Anthony walks around, the square

Steffan mutters to Anthony, "... have not..."

Joral nods again, "very well.....I informed a detail at the hospital to 
  take him to the psychiatric ward......they will likely hold him for 
  some time."

Anthony says quietly to Steffan "Tell the Marquis that 'His humble 
  servant has arrived in Kaitain and awaits his instructions' "

Iohannes glances at Iason. "Of course, Lord Ambassador. Good to see 
  you..."

Filarion nods. "A wise decision, Minister. But does anyone really think 
  this is a sole activist?"

Anthony looks at Joral and says "Will he be deforcked ?"

Iason bows deeply, then starts up te street.
Iason walks to the north and moves along the Imperial Boulevard.
Iason has left.

A Harkonnen Limosine pulls in and comes to a smooth stop.
Andrei exits the Harkonnen Limosine.
Andrei has arrived.

Joral turns to anthony, "excuse me.....sir?"

Anthony says, "Will he be dismissed from the Priesthood ?"

The Harkonnen Limosine departs the area.

Steffan nods to Anthony indifferenly.

Nestor stands with Filarion, one Harkonnen guard standing with him and 
  another two behind and flanking Filarion.

Joral shakes his head, "I suppose so....madness is a legitamate reason, 
  but you'd have to ask the Cardinal..."

Andrei gets out of his limo, the door held open by one of his guards. He 
  halts, and peers about in the area, before giving a soft sigh at the 
  sight of all the people. Not that anyone would hear it, his active 
  bodyshield filtering the sound.

Iohannes sweeps into a low bow upon seeing the Harkonnen na - Baron.

Andrei makes his way through the crowd in the general direction of the 
  Harkonnen party, nodding his head idly at those polite enough to bow.

Anthony says, "I see......I hope he is not.........that man seems very 
  devout.....despite his...well.....madness"

Filarion turns around to greet the arriving na-Baron. "My Lord! Nice to 
  see you here/

Iohannes chuckles at Anthony's words... "I have great respect for the 
  devout myself, but a devout madman is often the worst there can be."

Joral shrugs to Anthony, "what does it matter...."

Anthony says, "Yes..........isn't it........"

Nestor's guard gives him a subtle signal followed by a, "Master Nestor." 
  Nestor turns to see the Na-Baron coming toward he and Filarion. 
  "Greetings, My Lord Na-Baron," he says with a bow.

Anthony says, "Well I must leave....farewell My Lords and Ladies. Lord 
  Steffan, will you follow me to the Embassy ?"

Anthony speaks into its communicator.

A Ginaz Limosine pulls up near Anthony.

Filarion chuckles to himself as he notices the bluntness of some 
  advisors.

Anthony gestures to Steffan

Joral walks over to stand near Andrei and give him a half-bow, "your 
  lordship."

Steffan nods to Anthonly, "yes...it is time to depart...."
Steffan has left.
Steffan enters the Ginaz Limosine.
Anthony has left.
Anthony enters the Ginaz Limosine.

Andrei nods his head towards Filarion, with a faint smile, then nods to 
  his father's mentat. He then bows lightly to the imperial minister.

The Ginaz Limosine steadily accelerates then departs the area.

Iohannes moves along, wondering if he hasn't overindulged... He could 
  have sworn that old fellow was the Viscount...

Joral walks along, hoping to see the nice young lady from the 
  festival....

Iohannes bows slightly upon seeing his fellow diplomat Joral. "I've 
  missed a kerfufle if ever there were, eh, my Lord Ambassador!"

Filarion raises an eyebrow as overhearing this.

Joral turns to look at Iohannes, "excuse me Ambassador?"

Iohannes looks slightly surprised... "I was referring to the priest, my 
  Lord..."

Using Suryzo, Nestor nods to himself, eyeing the guards with Andrei. 
  "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..."

Filarion walks over to Andrei.

Joral nods slightly, "AH....the madman.....he will be detained and 
  receive the best..treatment the Imperium can provide, I promise as 
  Minister of State."

Nils has left.

Andrei turns slightly towards Nestor, and snorts ligfhtly. The sound 
  coming out metalic through the shield.

Iohannes bows low, embarassment showing clearly. "Ten thousand pardons! 
  I had mistaken my Lord's position."

Joral shakes his head at Iohannes, "think not a moment on it Lord 
  Ambassador.....mistakes happen all the time."

Joral says, "I hope things are well in House Alvstad......."

Iohannes nods. "I thank the Lord Minister of State for His Sublime 
  Majesty..."

Joral smile to Iohannes, "I hope the vicount and his family are well."
 
Iohannes says, "They go well enough in our House. The Viscount prospers 
  and has in truth regained much of his youthful vigour. The na - 
  Viscount and the Lady Justine also flourish mightily.""

Iohannes asks politely. "On presumes that all goes well in the business 
  of governing the Known Universe?"

Joral nods once more, "excellent, excellent......I will inform his 
  majesty....His majesty is always concerned with the well being of his 
  subjects, especially the noble lords of the Houses Major."
 
Joral says, "of course, With His majesty leading the way the Universe 
  runs smoothly."

Iohannes nods. "Indeed, as the Byzantines once said : 'How glorious is 
  an Empire when God - sustained!' And truly His Sublime Majesty is 
  guided by Fate and blessed by Divine Providence."

Joral smiles, "Of course, as you saw at court, His Majesty has the 
  complete support of the Holy Church. God is with His Majesty like with 
  no other being in the Universe."

Iohannes nods emphatically. "Truly, the sweetest of theologies... 
  Mankind is blessed."

Joral says, "So has the Viscount obtained a moment with the Cardinal?"

Nestor takes a few more moments to survey the crowd before approaching 
  Andrei.

Andrei, who untill this moment was discussing something with the more 
  senior of his guards, turns to face his fathers mentat. He nods, the 
  "yes?" coming out half a moment after his lips stop moving.

Iohannes shakes his head. "The Lord the Viscount has been detained of 
  late, but doubtless plans a meeting soon. Who knows, perhaps a special 
  ecclesiastical meeting between His Holinessthe Patriarch of Alvsgaard 
  and His Holiness the Cardinal of Kaitain can be arranged..."

Joral smiles broadly, "I am certain his emminence would be happy to meet 
  with the Viscount at anytime.....perhaps the cardinal and the 
  Patriarch can have a theological discussion.......I suggest you see if 
  one is possible, they will enjoy each other's company I am sure."

Nestor stops several steps from Andrei, bowing. "I am pleased to see 
  that My Lord Na-Baron is well protected."

Andrei smiles towards Nestor, and snaps his fingers in the general 
  direction of the guard, who steps back. The Na-Baron eyes the mentat, 
  nodding. "Ofcourse." Is all he says in reply.

Iohannes inclines his head pleasantly. "We shall see to something of the 
  sort, then, my Lord. At any rate, I must fly, alas. I have greatly 
  enjoyed this conversation, my Lord." With that, he bows low to the na 
  - Baron and the Minister, and bows pleasantly to the assembled 
  dignitaries as he leaves.

Joral smirks a bit.

Andrei turns his head from regarding the family mentat long enough to 
  give a polite nod in return to Iohannes. He then turns his attention 
  back to Nestor.

Joral says, "of course Ambassador..."

Nestor smiles slightly. "As always My Lord Na-Baron is well-prepared and 
  prudent. I must attend to other matters, and I leave you and My Lord 
  Count in the capable hands of our guards." He bows, and awaits 
  approval from Andrei.

Filarion bows to Iohannes, smiling.

Iohannes enters the staffcar, stealing a quick glance to the Minister of 
  State as he leaves.
Iohannes has left.
Iohannes enters the Alvstad Staffcar.

The Alvstad Staffcar steadily accelerates then departs the area.

Andrei gives a soft grunt, which is mostly smuddered out by his 
  bodyshield, and makes a dismissing wave with his right hand. He then 
  turns towards Filarion. "What's been going on here?" His tone, while 
  distant and metallic, still holding enough irritation to make it 
  recognisable.

Nestor hesitates a heartbeat before giving a nod to Filarion and makes 
  his way toward the street followed by his one remaining guard.

Nestor speaks into his communicator.

Joral turns toward Andrei, then raises his hand to his chin...rubbing it 
  in thought.

A Harkonnen Staffcar pulls up near Nestor.
Nestor has left.
Nestor enters the Harkonnen Staffcar.
The Harkonnen Staffcar steadily accelerates then departs the area.
  
Filarion smiles. "Well, My Lord, apparently there was a very disturbed 
  old man " he gives Nestor a quick nod " who cited chants and made 
  strange prophecies. Well, generally comitting heresy. After a little 
  tumult he was removed by an officer."

Andrei nods his head, mouthing a "good" that finds its way into the air 
  a few moments later.

Filarion smiles."Strange was that so many dignities were present. I 
  mean, this is a crowded place, but it somehow struck me anyway."

Joral ignored in the crowd, joral walks over to the waiting Imperial 
  ornithopter.

Andrei shrugs slowly, "nobles are touched by god, as you should know." 
  He snorts. "Call my limo."

Joral has left.
Joral climbs into the Corrino Ornithopter.

Filarion speaks into his communicator.

The wings of the Corrino Ornithopter begin beating, slowly lifting it 
  upwards into the sky.

A Harkonnen Limosine pulls up near Filarion.

Filarion nods. "Very well My Lord."
Filarion walks up to the Limo and motions the Guards to open the doors.

The Harkonnen Limosine departs the area.

Andrei moves towards the limosine, an expression of lingering irritation 
  evidant on his face.

Filarion shakes his head. "That driver is already dead"
Filarion speaks into his communicator.
A Harkonnen Limosine pulls up near Filarion.
Filarion has left.
Filarion enters the Harkonnen Limosine.

Andrei nods, quite lightly. He comments as he enters the limo, "not a 
  moment too soon."
Andrei has left.
Andrei enters the Harkonnen Limosine.