As seen from Lady Justine Garamond-Lear, Marquise of Ginaz, point of view.
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Congressional Chambers -- Landsraad Congress (Kaitain)
The room is slanted, forming several tiers of seating. Each group SEATS has a designated pattern on the back of their chair, representing the House it belongs to. At the front of the room is a large TABLE where there are seats for the High Council members only. Behind the table is plush THRONE, draped in all the colors of Corrino. Directly infront of this setup is an open area considered the FLOOR, where people may address the Chamber.
Players:
Dominic Mikhail
Justine
Objects:
Podium README FIRST
Exits:
Double Doors <E> leads to Inner Rotunda -- Landsraad Congress (Kaitain)
Dominic joins the Ginaz seating.
Mikhail joins the High Council table.
Justine enters the Congressional Chambers with a small, leather attache case in her left hand. She appears very professional and as if she were here to not listen, but conduct business. Instead of moving over to the Ginaz table, she makes her way to the Corrino table and takes her seat.
You join the Corrino seating.
Iohannes walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Iohannes has arrived.
Dominic seats himself at the Ginaz table, taking out a folder and a pen, as if to take notes.
Iohannes slowly makes his way into the room glancing about. He is flanked by two guards in the uniform of Alvst marines.
Justine sets her attache case on the table and removes some papers, folders and a couple of pens, placing them neatly in front of her after she sets the case down next to her chair. Her eyes flicker to those in the room, nodding to each briefly.
Mikhail sits at the high council table, a leather portfolio rests open beside him. He looks over documents, ocassionaly pausing to re adjust his glasses. He reaches under his chair, taking the black attache case which sits under it and placing it on the table before him.
Misha walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Misha has arrived.
Iohannes sweeps into a low bow in the direction of the Emperor's ward as he enters the room, then offers a friendly dancer's bow to Dominic of the Ginaz as he makes his way toward the table. He then bows deeply to Lord Mikhail before taking his seat.
Iohannes joins the High Council table.
Misha enters the room, looking about, he looks to Justine and bows
Justine offers a polite smile and nod to Iohannes as he bows to her and comments, "Regent Helmsgillar. Tis good to see you again. Congratulations on your recent appointment. I'm sure you will serve Alvstad well."
Dominic nods in respect to both Iohannes and Mikhail seated at the table.
Misha nods and bows slighty to Iohannes and Mikhail before taking his seat
Mikhail offers a slight nod to Iohannes briefly looking up from his work, "Good evening, Regent." he says quietly. A soft smile forms on his lips as he notices Justine, "Lady Garamond-Lear, a pleasure as always." With that, he returns to looking over the papers spread out before him on the table.
Iohannes smiles at Lady Justine in response. "I am delighted to see my Lady as well, and in such good health. My Lady's congratulations do me honour."
Aurarius walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Aurarius has arrived.
Etta walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Etta has arrived.
Cabal walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Cabal has arrived.
Cabal joins the Harkonnen seating.
Iohannes says, "And a good evening to my Lord Siridar Earl as well."
Justine nods to Mikhail, from the Corrino table, and smiles in return, "The pleasure is all mine, Earl Rastanyev."
Misha shifts in his seat slightly
Etta enters with Cabal, following him and taking a seat beside him.
Etta joins the Harkonnen seating.
From afar, Misha signs "Are you well my Lady?"
Cabal enters without ceremony, wearing a slight frown as if he was born with it. He moves silently to the table marked for House Harkonnen and takes a seat there without a word.
At the table, Iohannes says, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..."
Justine's eyes move over to the Ginaz table, a very small frown appears on her face as she does not see the Marquis sitting there. She notices Misha shifting and gives 1 simple nod to the man.
You paged Misha with 'Yes'.
Aurarius joins the Rastanyev seating.
Misha nods and leans back
Etta leans close to Cabal and whispers to him as she looks around curiously at those present.
From afar, Misha signs "Good"
Aurarius with a slight limp enters the room. He bows lightly to the Rastanyev Siridar and turns to the table of that house, taking his seat.
At the table, Mikhail nods slightly to Iohannes, "... ... ... ... ..."
Cromwell walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Cromwell has arrived.
Steffan walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Steffan has arrived.
Cabal begins casually glancing about the room noting who is assembled here, the black orbs comprising his eyes betraying nothing of his thoughts. He returns a quiet response to Etta, though one would think a man of his countenance is incapable of it.
Iohannes begins glancing overhastily scribbled notes.
Steffan joins the Ginaz seating.
Haroon walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Haroon has arrived.
Ornia walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Ornia has arrived.
From House Corrino, Justine glances down at the papers, folders and pens that rest before her. Even though everything is neat and tidy, she nervously tends to them until things begin.
Cromwell enters quietly and joins the Corrino table.
Cromwell joins you at the Corrino seating.
Castamir walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Castamir has arrived.
Castamir joins the Bajazet seating.
Haroon bows formally to all in the room and accompanied by a young attache makes his way to the Bajazet seating
From House Corrino, Justine glances over to Cromwell and nods to him with a relieved smile, "Good evening, Chancellor."
Haroon joins the Bajazet seating.
Ornia drifts in and moves to seat herself beside her Brother.
Ornia joins the Ginaz seating.
Castamir enters the room with the Bajazet Regent, bowing to those of rank and sits besides the Lord Bashir.
From House Corrino, Cromwell smiles, "Good evening, my lady. I trust you are well."
From House Corrino, Justine nods some, but still smiling, "Yes, although, I must confess that I am also nervous."
Misha joins the Ginaz seating.
From House Corrino, Justine's eyes move from Cromwell and slowly float around the room, looking to see who is and who isn't here. They stop briefly on the Ginaz table, noting that Steffan has finally arrived, then continues to pan the room.
From House Corrino, Cromwell nods, "Be not affraid, things will work out as they must."
From House Ginaz, Steffan pulls a thin cigar from his coat pocket and quickly lights it. He looks briefly at everyone at the Ginaz table but remains quiet.
From House Ginaz, Misha sits up and his eyes go over the large room, looking to all those arriving
The Earl Rastanyev rises slowly from his seat at the high table, a small smile visible on his face. "This meeting of the Landsraad Congress is hereby called to order." He pauses to glance down at his agenda, "The first item on the agenda for tonight's discussion is of course a matter which seems to have concerned us all as of late, the former Caid Alexander. Any wishing to speak must first be recognized."
Iohannes rises from his seat. His face is drawn into a slight scowl. "My Lords and Ladies of the Great Houses of the Landsraad, secrity is of vital importance to us all. Kaitain is the heart of all interaction among the Great Houses of the Landsraad. Recent events in these last few weeks have called that security into jeopardy. There are many who wish to raise concerns about this vital matter. Does anyone wish to speak?
Iohannes pauses, waiting for a response.
Adrian has arrived.
Adrian joins the Bajazet seating.
From House Corrino, Justine's looks from section to section, wondering if anyone is going to speak publically as they do privately in this matter.
Haroon unfolds himself slowly from his seat and gives the assembly a tired look. "Certainly someone must care a great deal about this issue in order to have called this session of the Landsraad.." He raps his knuckles on the desk "Perhaps our esteemed High Councillors who wrote their.. open letter.. to the Landsraad could begin by explaining exactly why they have called us here today." He murmurs as an afterthought "Duke Praxton it seems is notable by his absence from these proceedings"
Iohannes reaches down and takes a glass of water up to his mouth, wetting his lips.
Sartori walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Sartori has arrived.
Iohannes clears his throat and begins. "My Lords, the safety of the Great Houses is of the utmost import. As such, we cannot have sardaukar attacking nobles within the vicinity of Kaitain. This jeopardizes all that we do here."
Sartori joins you at the Corrino seating.
Justine's eyes move towards Sartori as he moves over to the Corrino table. She frowns and scoots her chair to the side, obviously trying to seperate herself from the man.
Sartori adjust his uniform and watches bemusedly
Iohannes takes another sip, and then continues. "Indeed, the issue of the use of that Sardaukar has been raised many times these past few years. The garrisonning of the sardaukar upon Giedi Prime and Caladan, for example. This latest death is only the latest example of such difficulty. It behooves us, as a body, to formulate acceptable boundaries, to ensure the safety and well being of all."
Iohannes coughs. "Or perhaps Is hould say, near death, but near death is near enough, eh?" Chuckles slightly.
Mikhail nods slightly to the Bajazet Regent as he rises from his seat, "Very well, Regent" he places harsh emphasis on the title, "It was thought that given the recent happenings, the members of the Landsraad would prefer an open forum where they could bring their grieveances to light and discuss their opinions with one another." He pauses, the smile fades, "If this is not the case, Lord Regent is free to tell us so, and we will gladly close this meeting. For we all know that the Lord Regent of Bajazet is wise, most overbearing."
From House Rastanyev, Aurarius looks at the empty seat of House Venhei. Suddenly he shudders slightly and stands up from his seat. He allows a gracious bow to Earl Rastanyev and turns towards the Venhei seating, taking the seat of the head of the delegation.
Aurarius leaves the Rastanyev seating.
Aurarius joins the Venhei seating.
From House Harkonnen, Cabal stands to be recognized by the Earl Rastanyev, his hands lightly clasped behind his back, as he patiently awaits acknowledgement.
Mikhail offeers a small nod to the Harkonnen, "If the Lord Regent is finished?" he says making a slight gesture to the Harkonnen.
Haroon inclines his head slightly to the Earl and replies in a tired drawl. "My Lordship's dedication to the Landsraad and his position does him credit. I look forward to hearing the considered council of our esteemed company gathered here." He looks sardonically at Cabal as he awaits acknowledgement "And of course the advice of our good friends the Harkonnen"
Mikhail offers a small but genuine smile to the Bajazet Regent, "Indeed." He replies, letting a bit of arrogance seep into his voice. "The gentleman from House Harkonnen may speak."
Cabal nods to each of those standing in turn, and finally offers a semi-bow to the Mikhail before he begins to speak, his voice low and gruff, "My Lords of the Landsraad, first, I wish to convey My Lord Baron Harkonnen's regrets at not being able to attend." He pauses somewhat dramatically as he continues, his face souring a bit, "The House Harkonnen does not question Our Imperial Majesty, the Emperor, in His wisdom to protect His loyal subjects. However, we respectfully submit for the Council's consideration that the methods which have been employed thus far may have been flawed in their execution through no fault of the Emperor, and that perhaps some...revisions are in order." He stops then, and looks to the Earl Rastanyev expectently.
Mikhail coughs dryly. He sounds a bit uncertain as he speaks, "This is after all the homeworld of House Corrino, let none of us forget that. However, we will of course make a recomendation to the Lion Throne, the members of this esteemed congress need only to make their opinions known to us."
Cabal purses his lips slightly in consideration of something as his nebulous eyes fall on Mikhail, reflecting the ambiguity of his words, if not the diplomacy. He says evenly, "House Harkonnen is confident that the Landsraad High Council will make a judicious decision regarding the matters that have called this emergency session, and as such will support its decisions about such." He frowns a bit to himself before adding, "We would like to suggest to the High Council that if the Caid, Lochinvar, is not terminated by the Emperor as a result of this unfortunate incident, that he be given to our House for...care. He is, after all, wife to Lady Etta here, and I would wish to spare her the grief of losing her husband so quickly." His lips twitch in a grin at that.
Jans walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Jans has arrived.
Iohannes rises from his seat upon the arrival of the Lord Siridar Viscount Alvstad.
Jans strolls in, cane twirling is a slight circle. Six elegantly dressed men follow him in. Yet, no matter how they are dressed, their is a tamed storm behind their eyes.
Rhedek walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Rhedek has arrived.
Castamir,while not noticing the entrance of the Siridar's entrance, raises his hand, hoping to reply to the words of the Harkonnen.
Iohannes coughs slightly. "My Lords, I am pleased to announce the arrival of the Lord Jans Alvstad, who will represent House Alvstad for the remainder of this meeting."
Iohannes bows deeply.
Iohannes joins the Alvstad seating.
Haroon bows slightly from his seat to Jans, without really looking at him.
Rhedek enters quietly, a tower of flesh wrapped in the blue and silver of the Harkonnen house; and bearing the baleful ram's head at his breast the soldier moves to where his countrymen sit. Awaiting the remainder of the proceedings, and to watch them with those dead lead-silver eyes.
Rhedek joins the Harkonnen seating.
Sartori leans back in his seat.
Mikhail offers a small smile to the Harkonnen before reaching for the glass of water near his left elbow.. He takes a small sip. "Thank you, kind sir. The council will make such a recommendation to His Majesty, though, the Sardaukar are His Imperial Majesty's own troops, his to command."
Jans waves his six 'companions' to wait near the doors, or near Lord Helmsgillar. He then approaches the bench. The metal tip of his cane cracks the floor. "Lord Councillor, I do hate to intrude.....but I heard there was a spot of trouble with some of his Majesty's less than tamed lackeys?" He gestures toward his chair, now vacated. "If it pleases you, I do believe several Houses wished that I attend."
Sartori smiles
Martin walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Martin has arrived.
Mikhail nods slightly to Jans, managing to cover a look of surprise. "Of course, Lord Viscount. The High Council welcomes you back to Kaitain." He gestures to the chair vacated by Iohannes.
Martin joins the Moritani seating.
Jans joins the High Council table.
Cabal looks to the late arrivals, noting with some disdain the interruption, but his attention quickly returns to Mikhail where it belongs as he still stands addressing the High Council.
Satyavrat walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Satyavrat has arrived.
At the table, Jans leans back in his chair, pouring himself a glass of water. He then picks up the minutes of the meeting, briefly scanning them.
Satyavrat slips into the chamber, his eyes darting about quickly. He makes his way to the Rastanyev seating silently, sitting down with eyes on the table.
Satyavrat joins the Rastanyev seating.
From House Corrino, Justine's head lifts from her papers and turns towards Jans' voice, a brow quirking in surprise. Sh nods to him respectfully before looking over the room again to see if she's missed anyone else's entrance.
Martin enters the chambers, carrying a case. He walks quietly and slowly to the Moritani table and seats himself. He opens a case and removes a folder from inside it.
At the table, Jans looks around. "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..."
Cromwell takes a deep breath and refolds his hands in front of him.
At the table, Mikhail nods slightly. He sips from his glass for a moment. "... ... ... ... ..."
At the table, Jans looks over to the Corrino seating, the corners of his mouth turned slightly upward. He then turns toward the Harkonnen delegation. "You there, dressed all nicely." He addresses the Feldwehr officer. "Before your burst a button, be a good chap and address the Chamber from the floor, as is customary." He sips his water, now obviously waiting for the man to continue.
Pers walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Pers has arrived.
Clomp, clomp. The doors to the chamber are thrown open, a figure dressed in full military regalia revealed in silhouette. He blinks twice as he enters, the doors closing behind him, before making his way down the tiers to the Alvstad seating.
Pers joins the Alvstad seating.
At the table, Mikhail looks to the Alvstad High Admiral, he raises an eyebrow, perhaps questioning the over-lound entrance.
Rhedek rises from behind the table, the Colonel nodding toward the Alvstad lord. "Colonel Rhedek Maas-Stroheim," he intones in a voice like black velveteen. "Of the house Military staff." This stated he slips back to his seating place.
The elegantly dressed men who accompanied the Siridar Viscount Alvstad into the chamber stand a little straighter upon the arrival of the Lord High Admiral Eskilsen.
From House Corrino, Justine's attention turns to the loud and sudden outburst of the new arrival. She smirks slightly and then looks back towards the Harkonnen being addressed, waiting for him to do as told while pondering the rudeness that just took place.
Martin turns slightly in his seat to see the new arrival, before turning back to the speaker.
Cromwell sighs
From House Harkonnen, Cabal waits, his expression one of stoicism, as his former words hang precariously somewhere in the ether of the Council chambers remaining as of yet unresponded to. He looks to Jans with cold Ixian eyes, as he might do just before killing someone elsewhere before he speaks up again suddenly with a low rumble in his voice, "My Lords, excuse me for speaking out of turn, as it seems the meeting of the Landsraad High Council has not yet begun. But if it has started, and the newly arrived Lords wish it, I may have a shigawire recording delivered to them so that they may know what has been said thus far. I await the Earl of Rastanyev's acknowledgement before retiring my formerly made point." He casts Rhedek a sidelong glance then, something menacing in his eyes.
Haroon pinches the bridge of his nose to ward off tiredness and hide disgust as he regards the unwhole man across from him.
From House Corrino, Justine leans over and whispers to Cromwell, "You'd think he would know better then to arrive in such a manner. Surely he knew that the meeting was already taking place."
From House Corrino, Cromwell grumbles under his breath, "These fools have no idea what they are doing."
Sartori shakes his head disappointment of the proceedings clear on his face.
At the table, Jans sighs, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..."
From House Corrino, Justine nods a little to Cromwell and whispers, "Obviously. I seriously hope that either the Viscount or Regent has a little 'talk' with the Lord Eskilsen about proper manners and ettiquette."
From House Alvstad, Pers notes Jans's comment and moves forward in his chair, trying to discern what has been said. His expression remains unchanged, however, as he leans back.
From House Corrino, Cromwell removes his pocket watch from his vest and checks the time.
At the table, Mikhail nods to Jans, unable to cover a small smile. "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..." he allows a slight edge to seep into his voice, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..."
From House Bajazet, Haroon shakes his head and watches the high table wondering if the Councillors will eventually share their whispered opinions with the room.
Ornia leaves the Ginaz seating.
Ornia stands to leave and makes her way to the exit of the congress chambers.
Justine's eyes float over to the moving figure, watching her sister-in-law leave the meeting and not blaming her for it.
Mikhail nods to Jans, unable to cover a small smile. "The previous requests of the gentleman from the Noble House of Harkonnen will be taken under advisement, however," he allows a slight edge to seep into his voice, "I remind the gentlemen that he is not privy to the meetings of the High Council."
Ornia finnaly reaches the exit and walks on out.
Ornia walks to the east and passes through the Double Doors.
Ornia has left.
At the table, Jans smiles, as he reaches for his gavel. "The Landsraad High Council will await your retirement with baited breath, I am sure, my Lord Cabal. However, either press onward, or do sit down. I am sure there is to be plenty of discussion before the _Congress_ yet today."
Cesare walks into the chambers, looking briefly around at those assembled before making his way to the Moritani seating.
Cesare joins the Moritani seating.
Cabal nods out of perfunctory respect to Mikhail and states matter-of-factly, "My Lord, I was fully prepared to represent my House in this matter, and have been duly briefed on that which concerns this meeting, and more. I thank the esteemed High Council for hearing House Harkonnen, and return the floor to My Lords." He takes his seat quickly, with some measure relief.
At the table, Jans' eyes follow the Lord Moritani's movement, and he offers a nod to his esteemed colleague.
From House Corrino, Justine is currently sitting at the Corrino table, next to Cromwell. As she hears the doors open, once again, she glances over to it, seeing who's arriving or leaving this time. Upon seeing the Count Moritani, she offers him a respectful nod and smile before turning her attention back to the Council table.
Martin stands as he Siridar arrives. He bows to him from his neck as he arrives at the table. Only when the Count is comfortable at the table, does Martin seats himself.
Mikhail lets out a small soft sigh, "The Mentat of House Bajazet wishes to speak?," asks the Earl curiously.
Castamir rises on his feet and bows deeply to those who sit by the High Council table as he presents himself in the customary manner, "My lords, I am Castamir Ecthgow, mentat for house Bajazet." He then turns to the Harkonnen seating, "I believe that the noble House Harkonnen has found an honorable path for His Majesty …" One must stress on the ironic accent concerning the word 'noble' as he continues, "Perhaps His Majesty should convene the Landsraad Council every time a Minor Lord is being injured by any high ranking soldier. As an example one might take Giedi Prime, no?" He pauses, smirking as he adds, pointing at Cabal, "However, we all know that if the Landsraad Council would have been discussing such matter, it would have been open all year long to hear of such grievances especially if one takes the House Harkonnen's home planet in mind." He then pauses, waiting to see the reaction of the room before continuing.
Cesare gives his attentions to the Mentat at hand, frowning pensively as he listens to what is being said.
From House Alvstad, Pers's brow furrows, his expression falling to a light scowl as he listens.
Rhedek purses his lips, the line between those fleshling petals drawn thin and flat as a length of shigawire. Let them make insults now. They have paid for it enough in blood.
Mikhail scowls furiously at the Bajazet Mentat. "Is that all Master Ethgow?"
At the table, Jans rolls his eyes. "Yes, yes. Go on, good sir. I assume you also have such a unique perspective on this, we shall have to spend the next several weeks discerning both of your agendas."
Castamir shakes his head slightly, " Siridar Earl Rastanyev wisely pointed at the fact that he who rules Kaitain has the right to demand explanations from all parties involved. Due to this fact, the Landsraad can only limit itself to voicing its wise advice. Since so far I only heard rumors of the incidents and no real proof that it actually happened or in what manner, perhaps those who called for the council can enlighten us with the facts?" He then turns to face those who seat at the table, bowing his head, "I thank you for your patience" And he returns to his seat.
At the table, Jans mutters slightly. "You should." He looks at the minutes, and confers with his Councillor briefly.
Cabal simply smiles at the Bajazet Mentat, as if he knew something the other didn't, and was immensely amused by it. He chuckles softly to his tablemates and gestures for Castamir's benefit a silent mock clapping, as if to congratulate him on his wonderful and pointless speach.
At the table, Jans turns and addresses the Corrino delegation. "Since such an esteemed House as Bajazet apparantly is even less informed than one who has not been on Kaitain for nearly half a year, the Council calls upon a representative of noble House Corrino to take the floor for just a moment."
From House Corrino, Justine's attention moves from Jans to Cromwell, looking at him expectantly.
From House Bajazet, Haroon snorts derisively at the cripple's comment about 'not being on Kaitain for half a year'
Cromwell rises and moves to the podium, "Earl Vincent Cromwell, Lord Chancellor of the Imperium places himself at the disposal of the most noble Congress of the Landsraad. How may of be of service, Lord High Councillors?
At the table, Jans jabs a finger at a report on the table. "One simple question, Lord Chancellor. Your Suks did treat said noble for serious head trauma, did they not?"
Cromwell nods, "Yes and no. One Lord Patrick Van Der Meir was treated by the Imperial Suk for an injury to the head. However the injury was not terribly seriousm, merely some brusing and a slight concussion. He was release by the Suk and is beleived to have returned to his families holdings."
Mikhail glances down at the report before him, arching an eyebrow he says, "Lord Chancellor, the wording of this report report is 'severe trauma', not light, nor does it say, 'not terribly serious', but 'severe'." He sighs, placing his hands before him on the table.
At the table, Jans nods. "Indeed. Thank you, Lord Chancellor." He turns to the Bajazet entourage, mainly at Lord Kiamil. "Will the word of the mouthpiece of ...oh, what was it you said....", he looks at his notes for a moment, "'he who rules Kaitain' be sufficient as evidence for esteemed House Bajazet that an incident, regardless of the severity, albeit for now, indeed took place?"
Cesare mutters something about there being a difference between 'fools' and 'damn fools'.
Justine's eyes move off Cromwell as he gives the medical 'report' and to the papers before her. Seemingly uncomfortable with what was said.
Martin raises a fisted hand to his mouth to cover a small coughing fit.
At the table, Jans nods. "Indeed. Thank you, Lord Chancellor." He turns to the Bajazet entourage, mainly at Lord Kiamil. "Will the word of the mouthpiece of ...oh, what was it you said....", he looks at his notes for a moment, "'he who rules Kaitain' be sufficient as evidence for esteemed House Bajazet that an incident, regardless of the severity, albeit for now, indeed took place?"
From House Ginaz, Steffan flicks a few ashes from his cigar into an ashtray. He shakes his head.
Etta sits quietly through the proceedings, her expression lacking in any motion except for polite interest. She seems relaxed and her only motion is the flipping of a coin between her fingers, back and forth.
Cromwell folds his hands at his waist, awaiting the pleasure of the High Councillors.
Rhedek supresses a smirk at this, just barely keeping his stony gargoyle's expression. Indeed.
Sartori sits silently watching the play of words around the chamber.
The High Admiral Eskilsen raises two fingers into the air from the House Alvstad seating bank, calling attention to himself and indicating a desire to speak when possible. Meeting the eyes of a High Councillor, he nods and lowers his hand, content to wait.
Cesare raps his fingers on the top of his table, waiting ... waiting.
Mikhail glances to the Moritani Count, "Count Cesare?"
Haroon smiles levelly at Jans. "House Bajazet does not dispute that the incident took place and will happily support the Landsraad in recommending that an appropriate punishment should be brought to bear upon the Caid. We are sure that the esteemed councillor perhaps misunderstood the subtleties of our mentat's statement, but such fallibility is only human. We trust that evidence to concretely prove the injuries sustained by Lord Van der Meer will be presented...?"
Sartori shakes his head in amusment.
From the Alvstad seating, Pers sighs...a nearby observer would no doubt see his eyes roll upwards in dismay.
Cesare rubs his forehead frustratedly, one hand going to make an obscene gesture with his fountain pen.
At the table, Jans raises an eyebrow, "So, House Bajazet is not willing to accept the word of His Majesty's office acknowledging responsibility as sufficient. Interesting. So noted in the proceeding." He turns toward Cromwell. "My Lord Chancellor, you are dismissed." He addresses the Congress as a whole. "Will anybody offer a second motion challenging House Corrino's admittance of this incident?"
From House Ginaz, Steffan sighs, and breifly peers over at the Moritani table.
Cabal smirks to those at his table, as he looks between Etta and Rhedek for their reactions.
Cromwell returns to his seat.
Cesare rises from his seat, clearing his throat and awaiting silence in the chamber before he speaks.
Rhedek simply leans over to whisper to Etta, eyes never leaving the constituents.
At the table, Jans looks about the assembly, "The Council acknowledges the Lord Cesare Massimiliano Moritani. Please, address teh floor."
Cesare looks around the chamber, eyes falling upon those assembled and then turning to nod in friendly deferrence to Jans as he makes his way forward to the floor.
Cesare leaves the Moritani seating.
Cesare walks down to take the floor.
From House Corrino, Justine glances over to the Ginaz table and frowns slightly as her husband's attention seems to prefer his enemy then hers. So, she does the same, turning her attention towards Count Cesare Moritani.
Haroon raises his hand tiredly and a Bajazet scribe indicates to the table that House Bajazet wish to object in a point of precedure.
Martin sees the movement from the Bajazet table. He shakes his head and smiles to himself as he writes a note in his folder.
Mikhail nods to Haroon, his voice a bit tired, "Please, Lord Regent, speak while the Count Moritani prepares his remarks."
Haroon growls slightly at the high table with a low rumble. "I venture that the esteemed Councillor, Lord Alvstad's last comment be struck from the record as blatant misrepresentation of the intent of House Bajazet. I reiterate my previously clear point that we do not dispute that the incident took place but that we have seen no evidence of the nature of these injuries." He glances between Mikhail and Cromwell "And while we have conflicting reports of their nature this body can achieve little"
Jeon walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Jeon has arrived.
Cesare addresses the chamber in grave, somber tone, "M'lords and ladies, assembled Houses of the Landsraad, we have witnessed a sleight against our noble honour and privileges unparalleled in the history of the Imperium. This act, which has gained so much attention and rightly so, is no small matter. To fool yourself that it is so is an aggregious mistake to make. All here know that House Moritani stands first and foremost to serve the Imperium. However, there comes a time when we must recognize the obvious and admit to mistakes being made. I find it appaling that we are arguing here as to whether or not Lord Van der Meer was seriously injured. That is not, and should not be the issue. The issue is that a noble lord, protected by the Faufreluches and supposedly by the auspices of the Sardaukar whilst on Kaitain, has been assaulted by one of those very number supposed to protect him, indeed the firstmost amongst their number!"
Cromwell stands and bow immediately upon the Emperor's entrance
Sartori rises to attention
Pers rises in a single swift motion as the Emperor enters and bows curtly to him. He quickly reseats himself, hoping to not delay the procedings any further.
Cabal rises from his seat to offer a bow to the Emperor.
Jeon catches the last lines of Cesare's little speech and files it away for consideration. However, he will make no comment now, until asked to speak. He turns his head from the speaker and to the table, where he briefly bows his head. He then walks over to His Throne. He turns and sits down.
Haroon rises and bows stiffly to the Emperor and swiftly returns to his seat.
Jeon walks up and takes a seat in the throne.
Justine notices Cromwell rise and then looks over to the doors and sees the Emperor enter the room. She quickly rises from her chair and curtsies before him, bowing her head before the ruler of the known universe.
Cesare turns from where he stands in command of the floor, bowing to the Emperor.
Satyavrat echoes the sentiments of the Bajazet Regent, bowing formally to the Emperor quickly but reverently before resuming his seat.
Rhedek follows suit, rising from behind the aging table to bow deeply in the Emperor's presence. He quickly settles back into his seat, however, his hands folded delicately upon the rich red wood once again.
Sartori reseats himslef
Martin stands from his seat in the Moritani table. He bows to the Emperor before reseating himself.
Mikhail rises, bowing to the Emperor. He quickly resumes his seat.
Cromwell follows correct etequiette and remains standing and bowed until the Emperor takes his seat.
Etta offers a reverent curtsey and returns to her seat.
Dominic rises and bows to the Emperor. He then sits back down.
Haroon watches the whole congress bob up and down wryly.
At the table, Jans stands, offering a quick, yet formal bow. He then sits, "Indeed, I tend to agree with your point of view, Lord Moritani." He turns to House Bajazet, "Do you wish to restate any of your remarks, Lord Kiamil? It would seem that your point of view, is the least popular right now."
From House Ginaz, Steffan stands and bows deeply.
Cabal retakes his seat once the Emperor has done so, and returns his attention to the Moritani speaker.
Cesare turns back to address the audience, not missing a beat. "There must be a penalty to this man, if he can even be called that much, of the most severe sort. M'lords and ladies, a statement must be made, clear and clarion, that we cannot ... will not ... must not brook such dishonour. I place no blame upon anyone but the Caid himself. He knew his duties, his actions were his own. It is time that we stop bandying about as to the precise wounds upon Lord Van der Meer and look at the heart of this matter ... An affront to the Siridari in corporate has been made. We must return this sleight with swift, determined, full-fisted action."
From House Corrino, Justine resumes her seat after the Emperor has taken his place on the throne. She offers him a small smile before turning her attention back to Cesare, who has the floor.
Cesare nods again to the Councillors' Table and returns to his seat.
Cesare relinquishes the floor.
Cesare joins the Moritani seating.
From the Imperial Throne, Jeon folds his arms across his chest, and notes with a poker face the commentary of the Arrakis Contract Holder. The Emperor glances at a time, with a warm smile to his table, where his most loyal of all subjects and indeed family sit. He looks from Cesare then to the table.
Haroon glares in irritation at Jans and shakes his head. "I do not feel the need to re-address my previous statements. I am sure that the good High Councillor will take better care to correctly restate the opinions ventured in this hall in future."
From House Alvstad, Pers raises his hand once again, revoicing his desire to speak.
At the table, Jans nods, looking about. "My Lord Moritani, you are entirely in the right as far as the High Council is concerned. It would seem that at least a few of the Great Houses of the Landsraad need reminding of the Congress' founding principles."
Boris walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.
Boris has arrived.
Boris joins the Harkonnen seating.
Cesare cracks a broad grin and nods to the Councillor.
From House Harkonnen, Cabal nods respectfully to His Baron, as he takes his rightful place at the table. He leans over to whisper something to him...
Boris bustles into the chamber, grinning at the assemblage. He sketches a cursory bow towards the high councillors and seats himself.
(And Jeon, of course.)
Cesare broadens his smile all the more at the sight of Boris, glad that the Baron is here to set these milksops straight.
Rhedek, too, nods his respect to the Baron - though a bit more richly than the Warmaster. Etiquette must be obeyed, after all.
From House Alvstad, Pers nods approvingly as the Count takes his seat. He flashes the man a ghost of a smile and as much of a bow as can be proffered while seated.
From House Corrino, Justine watches Boris enter the meeting late but looks back to Cesare with a warm smile, nodding her head once in approval to him.
At the table, Jans says, "The High Council recognizes House Alvstad. Lord High Admiral Eskilsen, you have the floor."
Pers leaves the Alvstad seating.
From House Bajazet, Haroon leans forward to watch the Baron's entrance with quiet resignation, knowing full well that if anything would have been accomplished before its chances are receding rapidly.
Pers walks down to take the floor.
Pers inclines his head to the High Council Members as he briskly rises from the House Alvstad seating and moves with broad steps to the floor. He turns on heal, swiveling to inspect the assembled Houses before addressing them. "In the interest of ceasing further hearsay," he begins, his voice carrying that deep rumble used by those accustomed to roaring over wind and weather, "I would like to inquire as to why the Lord Van Der Meir himself has not been called upon to issue a statement. It seems that what he has to say is of primary interest to the assembled Lords and Ladies." Pers inclines his head sharply at the end of his crisp statement, as if he has hit upon a glaringly obvious point that somebody has carelessly overlooked. His foot taps against the chamber's floor, in that interesting space between barely audible and simply unnerving.
Boris snorts at the Admiral's comment. "Probably being nursed by the tender Sardaukar.." he mutters.
From the floor, Pers flashes the Harkonnen Baron an icy smile and a slight nod, still waiting for a more official response.
Cesare mutters wryly, "Ain't that a kick in the head?"
From the Table, The Earl Rastanyev smiles benevolently at the High Admiral, "Lord Admiral, the High Council is only too happy to oblige. He makes a small gesture toward the doors, "Bring Lord Van der Merr in please." He says to an attendant not far from the table.
Praxton has arrived.
At the table, Jans clears his throat, while he shoots a glance at the Siridar Baron Harkonnen, then to his gavel. He then frowns at his former Academy instructor. "The man himself need not offer any statement. Sadly, it matters not if he lives, or dies. The founding principles of the Faufreluches have been violated, as Lord Moritani sees it, and the High Council agrees with him. But, if you must see him yourself, it will amuse the rest of us, I am sure."
There's a rustling from the back benches, and a slender figure climbs to his feet. His head is swathed in bandages and a Suk doctor is at his elbow, guiding him down the aisle as he totters forward unsteadily, "I am Lord Patrik, my lords and ladies," the injured man says in a low voice.
Sartori smiles slightly
From the Imperial Throne, Jeon quirks his right eyebrow a little, getting the measure of the man. He says nothing, however, keeping his own counsel.
From the floor, Pers turns slightly to his Siridar and student. He neither smiles nor frowns, but merely blinks. Turning to the Rastanyev Earl, he nods and states, "I must admit ignorance of the Forms in this incidence, my Lord Councillor. Has the Lord Patrik," Pers indicates the man with a nod of his head, "been granted the floor to issue a statement?"
Justine leans over from her chair, towards His Majesty and whispers something to him.
You whisper, "My Majesty, it seems as though the reports from the Suk were not accurate. Lord Cromwell testified earlier that the injuries were minor." to Jeon.
At the table, Jans shakes his head. "Sadly, his doctors recommend no more stress, but his pride forced them to allow his witnessing this event. Lord Admiral, you may return to your seat." He takes a sip of water, clearly readying for a sound oration.
Praxton joins the High Council table.
From the floor, Pers curtly inclines his head to the Alvstad Councillor and moves swiftly up the aisle, returning to his seat amongst the other Alvst attaches.
Pers relinquishes the floor.
Pers joins the Alvstad seating.
Lord Patrik raises a beringed hand. "My lords and ladies, I have nothing to add. My injuries are proof of events. My doctor has recommended bed rest, and to that advice I will listen most heartily." The Suk helps him back up the aisle to his seat.
From the Imperial Throne, Jeon nods to Justine, but continues to keep silent. He watches the offended lord hobble back, like one unmanned, to his seat. He turns his head to Jans.
Jans sets the water down, then slowly stands, to walk the floor. He limps slightly, but is not using his cane. He floats from section to section, smiling at some, nodding at others. His voice is clear, and carries well in this old, storid chamber. "Great Houses of the Landsraad, I think it is more than clear that indeed our rights have been violated. Be it by one man alone, or by the institution known as the Sardaukar itself, only many, many inquiries, testimonials, and more and more headaches will abound."
Jans leaves the High Council table.
Justine notes Jeon's reaction and then sits back in her seat correctly, refocusing her attention to the floor.
Cabal glances bemusedly at the Bajazet table, and makes a note to himself of the type of proof they require for future reference so that he may deliver the heads of their officers in the next battle they lose instead of just having them tortured and incinerated.
From House Alvstad, Pers bristles ever so slightly as Jans passes by.
Boris raps on the table. "Here, here!" he calls at Jans' words.
The Siridar Viscount Alvstad continues, his voice rising slightly, becoming more passionate. "As your elected ruling body, I stand here, representing all Houses of the Landsraad, for the best, right, and just interest of the Landsraad. We, we Great Houses, with long and proud histories, sometimes with brief passing bitter rivalries", he glances at teh Harkonnen and Bajazet tables, "Yet we are all Great. I move, no I demand that the Imperial Decree forcing us to use the protection of the Sarduakar be lifted, as I, in good conscience could not stay on Kaitain knowing my life was in their hands. Yet I came back, as I am your voice here. Call for the motion with me. Bring back our pride, our greatness. What has changed in this time, that we need more protection than any other? I say to you nothing has changed, save we now are being policed. Fenced in by another man's army. Do not let it start here. Who will join me in this quest?"
Justine continues to follow Jans with her eyes but remains silent for the moment, not sure what to say or even if she should say something. Her face is neutral at the moment.
From the Imperial Throne, Jeon's eye flicker a little, but he maintains his poker face.
Praxton bolts out of his chair. "I will," he says, calm, defiant.
Sartori looks at praxton
From the Imperial Throne, Jeon steeples his fingers having correctly predicted this series of events. He even permits himself a contented smile that everything is proceeding accordingly.
From House Harkonnen, Cabal looks to his Baron nonchallantly, as he awaits his response to the motion on the floor in mild disinterest.
Praxton addresses the Chamber, looking from face to face. "The Landsraad exists to defend the sovereign right of the Houses. The faufreluches exist to protect the given rights of the ruling caste. Both are being eroded.. nay, abrogated entirely, by the very presence of the Sardaukar and their running amok."
Slowly, with a quiet grace and dignity, the Earl Rastanyev rises from his chair. "I too stand before you, though I fear that I cannot with good conscience stand with my fellows of the council completely." He pauses, a shaky sigh escapes his lips, " Princess of the blood Royal was injured by darts from Harkonnen troopers, and this my fellows is why we have Sardaukar as our protectors. "The use of Sardaukar to police us must stop, yes I agree, but we cannot stand for another incident as happened at the Imperial hotel that fateful night."
Justine's eyes flicker to Mikhail and a very small smile appears on her face, showing approval, but it then falls and her look becomes neutral once more.
Jeon coughs almost delicately, "When you have a moment, I think a calm mind and a soft voice is needed. My own. Afterall, I do not have any ulterior motive for speaking. When your good graces of the High Council will permit?"
Jans limps the circuit of the room, returning to the table. He sips his water. "The High Council brings the motion forth for the Great Houses to denounce the Imperial writ limiting personal attendants." He turns the Emperor, "You have the floor, Your Majesty."
Jans joins the High Council table.
The Earl stops mid-sentence, he bows toward the Throne, "His Majesty may speak in my place, I fear I cannot continue."
From House Rastanyev, Satyavrat's eyes flick from his Earl to the Emperor, then coming to rest rather enigmatically on the Lady Garamond. He offers her a faint smile from across the room.
From House Corrino, Justine notices the smile from the Rasty and gives him a curt, yet polite nod and smile in return. She then turns her attention back to the Emperor, Jeon.
From House Harkonnen, Cabal forces a smile that is threatening to curl the corners of his mouth to remain the even line that forms his lips, something said nearly amused him it would seem.
Jeon rises with great and slow regal bearing. Truly, a King amongst his people, "I thank the Earl Rastanyev for his memory. Yes, indeed. My beloved niece was so horrifically gunned down, and you all cried as one voice that I must be strong and firm in dealing with lawlessness." He looks specifically at Praxton and Jans, but then poses the question to the crowd, "And so your prayers were answered. But how is it now that one fool, albeit a Sardaukar, strikes a fop on the head and suddenly you all tremble in your little cottages and suites? Is it every Sardaukar out to get you? Or a worm in amost a bushel of otherwise perfect pears. I suggest the latter. And fear not, I have said I will protect you, yes, even from -one- errant Sardaukar. But the matter of this writ, this decree, I will now touch on ..."
Jeon stands up from the throne.
Rhedek leans over again, murmuring his own muted commentary to the hapless Caid's wife.
Jans raises an eyebrow at the blatant belittement in the Emperor's tone. His face smooth, but his nostrils flare slightly.
"One errant Sardaukar", Praxton repeats. "If this is truly a case of one violent man in a hive of gentle painters and poets, why has this corrupt man not been executed?"
Boris shakes his head. He didn't call for any such 'protection.'
Cesare blinks at the Emperor, perhaps a bit shocked at the wording used.
Jeon paces a bit, "You are all of you free to come and go, and indeed, it would delight my heart to see you visiting the people I intrust in your care, so much confidence have I in you all, even those who secretly desire my throne from under me. But, this is my planet, my children, and I will protect its peace as seems fittest to me. If that saddens you, then it will sadden me also if you depart from my bosom. I have said I will protect you, and I mean to. Lochinvar, once found guilty, will be swiftly and duly punished according to the violation of the faufreluches. But to punish the Sardaukar or to return to lawlessness because of one man, no that is not justice. And neither then is rebellion."
Jeon responds to Praxton's question ...
Praxton responds, fiercely, in command of himself. "Where there is fear, there can be no law. Where there is no respect for forms and faufreluches, there can be no peace."
Cries are heard in the room of "Law is the ultimate science!"
Sartori 's face gathers a cold look
Justine gasps quietly in shock when she hears Jeon speak of everyone leaving as if it doesn't matter. She quickly closes her mouth and holds everything inside until it's all over.
Jeon turns and smiles, "Odd question cometh upon mine ears. Why has he not been swiftly and summarily executed?" He laughs, "To give other ammunition to say I am a fierce and overhastey tyrant? My dear friends, I am benevolent but Just. Lochinvar will face his punishment shortly. Now, can anyone show me evidence that this is cancer grown in my ranks? Or an opportunity rather to ..." he shrugs and lets the suggestion linger.
From his chair, the Earl arches an eyebrow, he ponders... (How can a 'father' not care if his 'children' should leave him because they fear his house)
Cesare rises from his seat, prepared to speak. "Your Majesty ... If I may?"
Jeon nods, "In a moment, my beloved Lord Moritani. I ask you to calm your passions, and to give me a chance to prove the benevolence of my heart. I will even condescend to relax my decree somewhat to permit you more guards and more comfort, provided lawlessness does not return. Now, surely that is wiser than fleeing and rattling of sabres?"
Jans mutters to Praxton, "There is... old... Alvsgaard.... will..."
Justine's brow rises as she hears the Emperor speak of her former 'home' and wonders what is being said.
From House Alvstad, the staff takes note of the mention of their homeworld and leans forward with interest. The Admiral, however, makes no move, but rather glares at Jans for a few moments before returning his attention to the floor.
Haroon watches carefully and in silence as the proceedings unfold.
From House Harkonnen, Cabal watches Haroon, and his twisted Mentat, as they watch the proceedings unfold.
Martin crosses his arms and seems a little uncomfortable.
Jeon turns to Lord Moritani, "If it pleases the Lord Councillors, I should yield my time to my beloved kinsman, Lord Moritani."
At the table, Jans looks up, "Majesty, if you are finished, I do believe the Lord Moritani wished to address you."
Mikhail nods to Jeon, "Count Moritani? If you would?"
Cesare states evenly, "Your Majesty, I look about this assemblage as you have spoken and I see shock and dismay on the faces of my fellow Siridari. This ... incident sets a dangerous precedent. How long shall it be before another Caid or like officer arises who will not only accost a noble lord, but perhaps even take his life? This has proven an eye-opening, awakening experience, my Emperor. We are all of us uncertain and concerned, for our own safety as well as yours and that of the denizens of this world. I think perhaps this may be a time when there is no going back ... In this moment, at this time, we reach a new benchmark in the history of the Imperium. To many of my colleagues, it would seem as we have two choices: relent, or else push forward with our agenda to the better safety of all involved. Let us vote upon this matter and see where opinion stands. This matter has come before this body precisely because it needs be answered. We have heard enough debate and discussion, discourse enough to decide. I do believe M'lord Councillor Alvstad has put a motion on the floor."
Jeon frowns, "And yet with my relenting on my decree and my punishing of Lochinvar? This is not enough? What more would you have?"
Cesare replies as he takes his seat once more, "That is for this body to corporately decide."
Jeon sits on his throne, looking to where Lochinvar usually sits. He internally curses the boy for getting the Imperium in this mess.
Haroon rises to his feet and pinches the bridge of his nose again. He shakes his head slightly sadly "Arrayed before me in this esteemed body I see that emotions, mainly of fear and outrage, are running high. I urge my fellow members of the Landsraad to set their emotions to one side and approach this matter with a calm detatchment and not to be swayed by the heartfelt, yet in my opinion misguided advice of our two High Councillors" He nods deferentially to Praxton and Jans. "Our Imperial Majesty has heard our concerns and in my opinion this matter can be resolved without setting the Landsraad on a course of action from which there is not return."
Justine nods quickly in agreement with Haroon, her mouth opening to comment but says nothing.
Mikhail nods in silent agreement with the Bajazet. He reaches for his glass.
"Due respect, Lord Regent," Praxton rejoins, "But I do resent the word 'misguided'. We are acting well within the law, in defense of the law, for the sake of all the Houses keeping residence on Kaitain. How can we be misguided?"
From House Rastanyev, Satyavrat allows himself a slight smile at the Duke's point. He glances back at the Regent, his gaze encouraging if anything beyond neutral.
Cesare clears his throat and interjects, parliamentary procedure be damned, "I believe there was a motion on the floor. May we not now vote?"
At the table, Jans frowns at the House Bajazet delegation for speaking without requesting. "Indeed. For if this decree stands, as teh Lord Moritani so elegantly put it, the Landsraad will be set upon a different course of action, from which there is no return. Therefore," he bangs his gavel.
Haroon nods to Praxton "The Duke Atreides' intentions are no doubt sound in principle and do his position credit. However I dispute that this motion is in the best interests of all Houses on Kaitain. I cannot speak for the Landsraad but it does not suit House Bajazet" He shrugs slightly and nods to Jans. "This matter should be resolved now by our collective vote."
At the table, Jans mutters something under his breath about 'House Kiamil's' interests. "The motion is upon the floor. Please, ponder your votes carefully, Great Houses. The ballots are being cast. If you feel the decree is against the sovereign rights of the Great Houses, vote yay. If you do not, and would succomb to the policing of the Sardaukar, vote nay."
Cromwell rises from his seat, "Your Lordship, if I might, I would like to ask for a formal statement of the motion on the floor."
Haroon nods in agreement with Cromwell and waits expectantly
From House Bajazet, Haroon scribbles a note onto a slip of paper which he hands to a black-clad Bajazet scribe. The scribe pads silently over to the high table and presents the Bajazet vote.
Justine quickly looks over to the Ginaz table and frowns when she notices that Steffan is not there and Dominic has been left to be his voice. She sighs a bit and closes her eyes, praying quietly that Steffan told Dominic how to vote on matters.
Dominic carefully makes a notation on a slip of paper and hands it to a Ginaz aide who is sitting by his side. The aide nods and presents the Ginaz vote to the table.
Rhedek murmurs a quiet remark to the Caid's wife at that.
From House Corrino, Cromwell likewise sends a page with the Corrino vote. As if it wasn't completly obvious what it would be.
From House Harkonnen, Cabal writes down something down as well, on behalf of His Baron who it would appear had to relieve himself, and folds it up before handing it to a Harkonnen attendant who brings it forthwith to the Councillors.
At the table, Jans nods, as he is handed a little scrip of paper. He looks up. "The motion carries by one vote. This proceeding is adjourned, to be reconveined upon such a time to begin discussions about recourse from the Landsraad." He turns, and bows. "Majesty, the Landsraad acknowledges and is pleased you joined us for this proceeding."
Cesare quirks an eyebrow in interest, looking about to gauge the reactions of the Houses Major and more importantly the Emperor himself.
Jeon quirks his brow and nods, "I shall keep my word and amend my decree, as I said."
Praxton raps his gavel, "The motion is now considered resolution to be drafted by the High Council, as per Standing Proceedures, within ten natural days. Congress is now adjourned."
From House Harkonnen, Cabal grins to himself, as if he just imagined the Emperor naked, and turns to his fellow compatriots. "Shall we return?"
From House Rastanyev, Satyavrat sighs and rubs his eyes. He rises slowly from his seating, making his way across the chamber to speak with various other diplomats.
Mikhail sighs exhaustedly and rises from his seat. He moves from the table and begins to make his way from the chambers.
Jeon turns to Mikhail, "My Lord, we crave a word."
Haroon's disappoint is pronounced but he merely shrugs. "If such is the will of the Landsraad"
Justine sighs heavily as she begins to gather the papers, folders and pens that are before her, lifting the leather attache case from her side and replacing her things within it.
Cesare rises from his seat, nodding in deferrence to the Emperor before making his way out of the Congressional chambers.
Cesare walks to the east and passes through the Double Doors.
Cesare has left.
Dominic rises from his chair and collects his folder. He nods to his aide and proceeds to head out of the chambers.
Rhedek nods assent. "As you will, sir," replies the Colonel, imagining too the Emperor - though the image in his mind be far less pleasant than the Warmaster's. Worms and ichor thrive and pulse in the weaving of his brain, and these seem to steel him as he offers the lady Etta his arm in escort.
Mikhail turns, he bows to Jeon, "Of course Majesty."
Satyavrat leaves the Rastanyev seating.
Mikhail leaves the High Council table.
Haroon leaves the Bajazet seating.
Martin stands as he lords leaves. He places his folder into his case to seal it. He looks about the room and heads for the door.
Justine stands as she sees Dominic attempting to leave and calls out, "Kommandant Valerian" She waves a hand in the air, trying to get his attention over all of the hustle and bustle.
Martin walks to the east and passes through the Double Doors.
Martin has left.
Haroon bows to all in the room and departs, a troubled look hanging over his face and creasing his brow as he goes.
Etta gets to her feet, taking Rhedek's arm. The coin she was toying with has disappeared from her fingers and she smiles absentmindedly as she looks around.
Etta leaves the Harkonnen seating.
Dominic leans and whispers something to his aide. The man nods and heads out of the chamber. Dominic turns and heads toward Justine.
Jeon gestures for Mikhail to follow him
Jeon walks to the east and passes through the Double Doors.
Jeon has left.
Satyavrat notes the direction of Mikhail's stride and hurries over to intercept him. He bows quickly before the Emperor and the Earl, smiling politely while he quickly issues a report in Russkiy.
Mikhail walks to the east and passes through the Double Doors.
Mikhail has left.
Sartori walks to the east and passes through the Double Doors.
Sartori has left.
Adrian leaves the Bajazet seating.
From House Harkonnen, Cabal stands from the Harkonnen table and straightens his tunic. He bows to the Emperor as he departs and follows him out, at a distance.
Cabal leaves the Harkonnen seating.
Cabal walks to the east and passes through the Double Doors.
Cabal has left.
Dominic comes to stand before Justine. He nods to her. "My Lady."