RP Interview Between Lochinvar and Omer

["Rick Sardinas" <mephisto@laker.net>]

D3 - Saturday, March 18, 2000, 7:58 PM
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Lounge -- Imperial Hotel (Kaitain)
The lounge of the Imperial Hotel serves as a more casual alternative to the
prestigious dining room. Even though simply decorated everything is of the
highest quality. The tables are made of the finest dark hardwoods of the
Imperium. Exquisite paintings are spaced evenly along the walls. Portions of
a cloth tapestry lies behind glass frames behind the bar. The meta-glass
window on the south wall provides a view of the Circle of Stars. Servants
stand ready to answer the needs of patrons.
Players:
 Omer (bar)
Exits:
 Arch <E> leads to Lobby -- Imperial Hotel (Kaitain)
 Corridor <NE> leads to Dining Room -- Imperial Hotel (Kaitain)

Lochinvar has arrived.

A lone man enters the lounge, his gray uniform revels that he is one of the
Emperor's Sardaukar terror troops.

Lochinvar just looked at you.

Omer stands as he sees you enter. "Good evening Major."

The Sardaukar Major stands at 5'10", his wide shoulders give him a stocky,
brutish appearance. His muscles are clearly defined and ripple through out
his body from hours working out at the gym. His black hair is cut short in a
High and Tight fashion with the top spiked a little, thin black eyebrows,
and his eyes are covered by impenetrable, tinted oil-lens glasses with gold
wire frames. His skin has an orange tint to it do to his Native American
heritage. He carries a 56-inch long, heavy battle assault sword in a sling
on his back and a 7.5 inch utility/combat fighting knife on his utility belt
on the left side, while on the right side of the belt he carries a shield
device. His gray uniform is clean and his boots are polished to a reflective
shine. The face is handsome without blemish, clean-shaven, and full lips in
a straight, unsmiling line.

From the way the man addressed him Lochinvar looks studies him, "Good
evening, have we met before?"

Omer shakes his head. "No major. But I've been meaning to contact you for a
while concerning the events that transpired in the hotel the other night."
He waves to a stool next to him, "I would be honored if you joined me sir."

Lochinvar nods his head, "Sure." He moves to the stool, "I'm afraid I don't
know you quite well, what did you say your name was?"

Nerissa quietly makes her way into the lounge, hands clasped behind her
back.

Omer gives Lochinvar a half-bow before retaking his seat next to him. "I am
Captain Omer Korash, of Bajazet's Jannisaries."

The Sardaukar scans the new arrival behind the tinted oil-lenses, but his
head still keeps in Omer's direction. Lochinvar extends a hand to Bajazet,
"Nice to meet you."

Lochinvar takes a seat at the bar.

Omer grasps the major's hand and shakes it. "The pleasure is all mine sir."

Lochinvar looks at Omer, "It interests me, where have you heard from me
before?"

Omer smiles a little. "I know you were here when the Harkonnens opened up
the the patrons of this establishment. If not for you it probably would've
been worse. But that's where I know you from."

Nerissa makes her way over to the bar, but is stopped by a waiter, who
delivers a message. She glances over it, then turns and departs.

Nerissa passes through the arch leading into the hotel lobby.

Nerissa has left.

Omer eyes the departing lady with a glint of relief.

Lochinvar realizes that he has been a little over the edge since the
incident and orders a pint of ale from the bartender, "I myself don't think
I did enough but anyways what was that you want to talk to me about?"

Omer picks up a cup of coffee and sips it. Setting it down he begins to
speak, "Well, as I've already told you I am from House Bajazet. I was
assigned as a special investigator to probe the events that occurred here
the other night."

The bartender hands the major a pint of ale in a tall frosted glass.
Lochinvar puts the glass to his lips and drinks the bitter, ambered colored
ale. Then puts the glass on the bar and nods, "Yes?"

Omer looks at you for a moment and says, "Well, you may or may not be aware
that Dhalish was, how shall I say, our man. He was chosen for his skill as
well as his strong mental facilities. Both of which seem to have disappeared
on that fated night."

Lochinvar listens, "And what skill might this be?"

Omer coughs. "At acquiring information sir. I do not know all the details
but there are reports that he found out that the Harkonnens were, or are
harboring something. What's even stranger is that this man was as sane as
they come, yet he was a seeming madman when he appeared here." He pauses and
looks around before continuing. "Something about the Harkonnens caused this
man to lose his sanity--what it may have been is what I'm trying to find
out."

Lochinvar sips his ale, "Hmm..So what does this have to do with me and the
incident last night?"

Omer nods. "I'm trying to interview all the witnesses and am trying to form
a theory of what exactly went wrong. Why this man was so agitated, and why
the Harkonnens were so eager to get to him and kill any one who got in their
way."

Lochinvar says, "Have you thought about may be it has to do with a bigger
incident?"

Omer smiles and nods. "Aye, that's probable. But could you tell me if you
saw anything else out of place, either before or after the incident?"

Lochinvar shrugs, "I was talking to another person I forget who, but he came
in and seemd particularly nervous. I appraoched him and he ignored me. Then
a couple of Harkonnen gaurds came in. He went up to that Harkonnen woman,
whats her name. Said something about her missing something then it all
started."
Omer nods. "Did you see this man speaking to anyone before he attacked, er
Etta?"

Lochinvar says, "He just walked in."

Lochinvar adds, "He said nothing."

Omer leans back on his stool and puts on a pensive face. He squints at you
and asks, "So the Harkonnens opened fire indiscriminately on the lounge? Do
you think its possible that they wanted no witnesses, no matter who it might
be they killed?"

Two more Sardaukar enter the bar and take seats at a table.

Lochinvar sips the ale, "I don't know."

Omer shrugs and leans forward again. "If so, what terror would they want to
keep secret that they would risk the wrath of His Majesty and the Landsraad
so that no one would find out?" He shakes his head and finishes his coffee.
"Well my master wishes to extend his apologies for anything that happened
and we will strive to prevent anything like this from ever occurring again."

Lochinvar nods, "I will, but now that I have answered some of your questions

Omer nods. "Of course sir, I will answer them as best as I can."

Lochinvar slides his hand through his black hair, "First of all I will give
your message of an apology to the Emperor. I would hope you do keep better
control of Bajazet subjects it would not look good if more problems arose in
the future and the Sardaukar had to intervene. What do you think this
Harkonnen mystery thing is?"

Omer taps his cup and shakes his head. "It's impossible to tell at this
time. We only received half-finished reports, nothing conclusive. Its
possible that they are hiding some small infraction, but almost leveling
half the hotel and its patrons would be a waste if that were so. Personally,
and off the record, I think it may be that they have broken one of the
strictures of the Great Convention, and thus it would make sense doing what
they did, no matter what the consequences are. For if they are caught, the
penalty could be worse." He stops and shakes his head. "But that's only
suspicion, who knows, maybe their troops are badly trained....still they
were Household Troops."

Lochinvar downs the last of the ale and orders another one, "From the
half-finished reports what have you heard so far?"

Omer shrugs. "All we heard was that he was unto something they were hiding.
And that he would make a full report later." He pauses and looks at you
seriously. "That's the last thing we heard from him before...this." Omer
waves his arm to indicate the event that occurred the other night.

Lochinvar nods slowly, "So why did you think he went after Etta?"

Omer orders another coffee and says, "She was obviously a Harkonnen, and
even though he wasn't thinking clearly I do not believe he really intended
to hurt anyone, especially a member of another Great House. He lied about
the poison, so I don't think he was going to kill her, it seems to me it was
a whole bluff; which in the end he was called on."

Lochinvar cast his ominous tinted oil-lens glasses in your direction, "True,
interesting how did hear that the blade was not poison?"

Omer smiles. "He scratched her and yet she did not die. That's what I heard,
unless I've been misinformed?"

Lochinvar nods, "Correct she did not die, but it left a nasty scar. Answer
this, off the record, was your man a collector of information on certain
people?"

Omer nods a thank you to the bartender, as another cup of coffee is set
before him. He turns his attention back to you and says, "Truth be told, I'm
not sure. Its possible he was collecting information on one person, then
again maybe he stumbled unto something he shouldn't have. Or maybe he was
looking for something else, I don't really know."

Lochinvar rubs his chin, "It bothered me some what your man said during the
confrontation."

Omer leans towards you with interest. "Yes. What did he say that bothered
you?"

Lochinvar scans the room nodding to the two other Sardaukar, "Many times
that Dha-whatever, asked if Etta meant something special to me and one time
sarcastically told me 'One step closer lover boy and the lady gets it.' I
was wondering why he kept on with comments and questions of that manner. Do
you know?"

Omer leans away from you and picks up his cup. "As I said, he was acting
irrationally. Who knows what it meant, unless of course you are courting her
then he would have played on that to get away." He finishes and sets his
unimbibed cup down.

Lochinvar looks at him, "Very irrational indeed, I've only had met Etta few
times before that night. Any ways, it bothers a few people when a Sardaukar
is asked personal questions and they have no truth to back them up. I did
only what I did that night for the sake of keeping the peaces here on
Kaitain and protecting the princess. If you want to know my standing with
the Harkonnen, I assosciate with them when only it is for security and
diplomat reasons. Ask my friend Misha of House Ginaz he will tell you how I
feel about them."

Omer nods slowly, he begins to play with his cup. "Strange then why he would
say that. Perhaps he was drugged. Do you know if the body is at the Imperial
Examinars Office? Perhaps a toxicology assessment would be a good idea."

Lochinvar shruggs, "I don't know, it was still here when I left with the
princess and the Suks, and only those Alvstad creeps were here when I left."

Omer frowns at your words then he seemingly notices that he has a cup of
coffee in front of him and sips from it. "Damn. They might have taken it.
Anyways Major Alexander, should you decide to start an investigation on this
incident or any of its implications perhaps we can, 'share' what we find.
The sooner this is resolved the better."

Lochinvar nods, "I will have to talk to my employers but I'm sure that
something can be arranged."

Omer nods and grins. "Well then good luck. I'll keep you informed if
anything comes up."
Lochinvar stands up, "Well if you excuse me I have appointment I need to
keep. It was a pleasure meeting you Captain." Offers his hand.

Omer stands and takes your hand again. "Of course sir. It was an honor to
have made your acquaintance. Good night."

Lochinvar leaves the bar, "By the way, I'm not exactly known here but if you
would like to have drink and talk old war stories, feel free to get in touch
with me."

The two Sardaukar follow their major out.

Omer grins. "Aye, sounds good to me. We'll be in touch then."


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