Oaths, Annulments, Weapons, and Weddings, oh my

["Kathie Care" <kathie@availablelight.net>]

This is my log from last night's Court (and the drama immediately after).
Happy reading! =)

~O
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2/2/01
Logfile from Dune - Ophelia
Where the Great Houses vie for power in the Padishah Imperium....

Imperial Selamlik -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

        The Imperial Selamlik, the throne room of His Majesty the Emperor of
the Known Universe, is a massive, elongated hall in the baroque style. The
gold leafed walls to the East and West slope gently upwards, forming a
gentle set of delicately detailed arches with triangular recesses. Inside
one of these, along the East wall, is the black desk of the Emperor's
personal secretary. The ceiling, culmination of the arches is a rectangular
enclave filled with carvings of the finest detail. A soft golden light
drifts downward, filling the chamber with a warm golden-red hue. The floor
is of bare, sheer black granite, polished to perfection, absorbing light and
throwing only a subtle reflection. Against the oval shaped, far North wall,
atop a 5 foot dais sits the imposing Golden Lion Throne, housed under an
enclosing cowl, 7 meters tall and 6 meters wide. Two narrow, golden pillars
seem to support the cowl from either side of The Lion Throne. Behind the
Throne, to the rear of the dais dozens of elegant, golden pillars line the
north wall. High Imperial Noukker Honor GUARDS stand at intervals in the
chamber, leaving the dais itself a respectful distance.

                        (OOC NOTE: Type '+places/list')

Players:

 Shane                                              Ilyana

 Nickolas                                           Cromwell

 Adreysia                                           Mikhail

 Nestor

Objects:

 Golden Lion Throne

Exits:

 Golden Doors <NE> leads to The Leonine Chamber -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 Vaulted Arch <W> leads to Hall of Emperors -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

Marco enters from the hall of emperors.

Marco has arrived.

Izick enters from the hall of emperors.

Izick has arrived.

Shane enters with the Lady Ophelia, the young Warmaster keeping a position
just off of Ophelia's side. It is unique to see a contingent of theirs this
large, but House Moritani obviously has its plans for being here at full
court.

Adreysia walks with elegant grace through the arched entrance, glancing back
to make certain her guard has departed from her company. The young woman
goes to the back of the room and gently seats herself.

From the back of the room, Nestor stands near the back of the room, content
in his place. It's obvious that he is keeping tabs on faces and identities
of all those around him that he is able and expending little effort in doing
it.

Wallach enters from the hall of emperors.

Wallach has arrived.

Izick walks in to the left of his Countess, staying near enough to offer
counsel, if needed.

Wallach stands in the west alcove.

Izick stands in the west alcove.

You stand in the west alcove.

Marco walks with cool and calm. His blue on blue eyes dart around. It has
been a while since his last court by the way he looks around. Ever silent
with a slight smile.

Jereth enters from the hall of emperors.

Jereth has arrived.

Mikhail stands in the east alcove.

Marco joins you in the west alcove.

Shane joins you in the west alcove.

Sharid enters from the hall of emperors.

Sharid has arrived.

Ilyana stands in the back of the room.

Jereth joins you in the west alcove.

Nastassia enters from the hall of emperors.

Nastassia has arrived.

Sauriel enters from the hall of emperors.

Sauriel has arrived.

Adreysia stands in the back of the room.

Henrich enters from the hall of emperors.

Henrich has arrived.

From the west alcove, Ophelia leans over to the High Councillor of the
Mercature to her left, Izick, and asks quietly, "How many people usually
come to these things?"

Sharid stands in the back of the room.

Marta enters from the hall of emperors.

Marta has arrived.

Sauriel paces into the courtroom, flanked by a pair of exceedingly tall men
clad in flamboyant uniforms of cobalt and scarlet. A black raven crest is
displayed at the shoulder of both. He pauses momentarily to take in the room
for a moment, before pacing off toward one side and a moderately decent
vantage point.

Iason enters from the hall of emperors.

Iason has arrived.

Nastassia walks over to stand near Sharid.

Sauriel stands in the east alcove.

Jereth leaves his place in the west alcove.

Iason stands in the east alcove.

Jereth stands in the back of the room.

Iason moves to the East Alcove, following the small party of the Duke's.

Nastassia stands in the back of the room.

Henrich enters quietly, not drawing any attention to himself. He walks over
to the western wall, where he slows to a stop, turns to face the throne and
bows deeply. His bow completed, he rests his hands behind his back, simply
watching.

From the west alcove, Izick leans close to the Lady Ophelia, "Normally a
good number, my Lady."

Erich emerges from behind the Lion Throne.

Erich has arrived.

A trumpet flourish sounds. An Honor Guard announces loudly, "His Most
Imperial Majesty, The Padishah Erich Ladislas Corrino, Emperor of the Known
Universe!"

Marta stands in the east alcove.

Henrich joins you in the west alcove.

Jereth stands in the back of the room..

Camilla enters from the hall of emperors.

Camilla has arrived.

Camilla stands in the east alcove.

Camilla curtsies deeply as she enters and scurries to stand by Mikhail.

The trumpets blare, their clarion call resounding through the Selamlik,
heralding the entrance of the Emperor of the Known Universe, who enters from
the archway leading to his anteroom, flanked as ever by the dour,
black-garbed Noukkers, each carrying a rather strange weapon, quite odd and
foreign save to perhaps a few eyes within the Court's teeming masses.

From the back of the room, Nestor bows as the Emperor enters, returning just
as quickly to his upright position.

From the west alcove, Shane bows deeply as the Emperor enters, waiting of
course for most of the fanfare to be over before he raises up again, hands
clasping behind his back and watching the events.

Steffan enters from the hall of emperors.

Steffan has arrived.

Juseppe enters from the hall of emperors.

Juseppe has arrived.

From the west alcove, Henrich turns crisply, inclining himself into a deep
bow. His back is straight as a twig, and he stands thus, holding the bow.

Nickolas bows deeply, rising ever so slightly after Nestor.

Juseppe joins you in the west alcove.

Sharid bows toward the Emperor

Tsukasa enters from the hall of emperors.

Tsukasa has arrived.

From the east alcove, Mikhail drops into a low bow as the Emperor makes his
entrance into the Selamlik, azure gaze downcast, countenance composed in the
most perfect expression of servitude. Smoothly, slowly and with a certain
measure of grace, Mikhail rises as His Majesty passes.

From the west alcove, Ophelia drops into a low curtsy, as appropriate,
blinking slightly at the weapon in the hands of the Emperor's Noukker.

Steffan enters with a quick step, pauses and then bows slowly and deeply
before the Emperor.

From the west alcove, Izick bows respectfully as the Emperor enters, then
glances over at the entrance of the Ginaz and glares as he stands straight.

From the east alcove, Sauriel and his guards all bow with fluid grace as the
Emperor enters, though the silk-clad man straightens before his escort does
after the Emperor strides by.

From the back of the room, Nastassia curtseys towards the Emperor as he
enters.

Cromwell's voice rings out across the gathered court, "Oyez, oyez. His most
Sublime Imperial Majesty, Erich Ladislas Corrino, Padishah Emperor of the
Known universe, overlorad of Selusa, Kaitain, and Arrakis now holds court.
All hail to the Imperial will."

Steffan stands in the east alcove.

Tsukasa enters and upon seeing the Emperor enter, immediately kneels and
bows his head low..

From the west alcove, Juseppe uses his cane to prop himself as he bows.

From the west alcove, Marco bow humbly to his majesty. His blue eyes spot
the weapons and his pupils grow wide.

Wallach bows as the Emperor enters passes by.

Erich ascends the dais, settling upon his throne, the Emperor bearing a
scowl ... quite a bit deeper than most. This only intensifies as his
Noukkers cock their weapons in unison as they take position around the dais
and throughout the room's arcaded perimeter.

Cabal enters from the hall of emperors.

Cabal has arrived.

Cromwell stands to the right of the throne.

Jereth bows..

From the west alcove, Henrich straightens up from his bow only as the
emperor takes his place upon the Lion Throne. And then, The Earl Ren
straightens up, every so slowly. He simply stands there in the midst of the
people, calmly studying the proceedings.

Erich gestures with absent brush of hand towards his Chancellor. "Proceed
with the business before this Court, Earl Cromwell."

Cabal strides in wearing a somewhat sullen expression, but in contradiction
to it is a rather whimsical grin squatting on his leathery face like some
mad Court jester. He looks for the Harkonnen contingent and makes his way
over there quickly and quietly.

From the west alcove, Juseppe struggles to get back up from his bowed
position.

Cabal stands in the back of the room.

Evelina enters from the hall of emperors.

Evelina has arrived.

Tsukasa stands from his kneeling position and quickly and quietly heads for
the East Alcove.

Tsukasa stands in the east alcove.

Evelina stands in the back of the room.

From the right dais, Cromwell nods in deference to his Emperor "As you
command sire, so shall it be. " He returns his attention to the crowd, "Lady
Ophelia Gabryela Moritani. You are hereby summoned to attend upon the
Imperial will. Approach and be recognized."

From the west alcove, Marco stands back up and looks to Ophelia.

From the west alcove, Izick watches Ophelia move towards the Emperor, barely
supressing his smile of pride.

From the west alcove, Shane stands as Lady Ophelia is called, hands clasping
behind his back as he watches the woman approach the throne. He keeps a
strong look of careful attention to his countess.

From the west alcove, Ophelia casts a quick glance to the assembled nobles
and councillors of her house that stand about her, before stepping forward
from her place in the west alcove. As she steps forward, she notes the
presence of the Ginaz in the opposite alcove, her steps faltering a bit as a
cold expression settles over her face. But she quickly recovers, and with a
sweep of her skirts approaches the dais and wordlessly dips into the lowest
curtsy possible.

You leave from the west alcove.

You stand in the area before the Golden Lion Throne.

Erich sits down on the Golden Lion Throne.

From the west alcove, Wallach says stands tall as Lady Ophelia leaves the
alcove, eyebrows raised in interest.

Juseppe leaves from his place in the west alcove.

Juseppe stands in the east alcove.

Erich manages to muster the faintest of smiles for the Na-Countess, and
spares no grandiose words, inquiring of her pointedly, "Do you, Lady Ophelia
Moritani, swear to protect and preserve our Throne and person with all that
is at your command? With your own life, if that be required of you, and that
of everyone who dwells under your rule? If so, then on behalf of House
Moritani, pledge your fealty this day, before your assembled peers of the
Landsraad."

Sharid has reconnected.

Justine enters from the hall of emperors.

Justine has arrived.

Lena enters from the hall of emperors.

Lena has arrived.

From the area before the throne, Ophelia clears her throat quietly, head
still lowered in obeisance. She gathers a breath, and then, in a voice
pitched to carry through the hall, pronounces gravely, "I, Lady Ophelia
Gabryela Moritani, heiress of the Moritani Patriarchy, do hearby swear
complete and unfailing fealty to His Majesty the Padishah Emperor Erich
Ladislas Corrino, -and- the Mighty Golden Lion Throne, from which are ruled
the humble servants of the Padishah Empire and amongst those do we nobly and
blessedly count ourselves."

Sharid has partially disconnected.

Lena stands in the back of the room.

Justine slips in quietly, hoping that she can make it in unnoticed.

Justine stands in the back of the room.

Praxton enters from the hall of emperors.

Praxton has arrived.

Praxton stands in the east alcove.

Erich nods in acknowledgement and approval. "Very good. House Moritani has
for generations served our Throne with a singular and overwhelming purpose,
their many tasks undertook on behalf of the Padishah Imperium not without
notice or appreciation by ourself and our predecessors. Noticing this same
determination and strength in yourself which was so potent before, we do
hereby confirm you, Lady Ophelia Gabryela Moritani, as henceforth Her
Excellency, the Siridar-Countess Moritani."

Erich sweeps a hand out to gesture towards the Court. "Now be recognized by
your peers as you join the Siridarat, m'lady, with our full blessing and
utmost confidence."

From the back of the room, Nestor lets a single loud clap sound at the
announcement of Ophelia's ascension, his expression stoic.

Praxton calls out, "Moritani!"

Cromwell begins to applaud

Tsukasa applauds.

Justine applauds with a small smile.

Camilla claps.

From the west alcove, Shane claps loudly, having already been standing, his
hands trying on their own to bring forth a thundering applause.

From the east alcove, Mikhail claps lightly three times in a rather
traditional show of congratulation to the Moritani Countess.

Wallach joins in the applauding crowd.

Marta applauds.

From the west alcove, Izick beams and claps.

From the area before the throne, Ophelia dips her head lower in acceptance,
before rising from her curtsy. "I am most grateful, Your Majesty," she says
quietly, though it may be missed in the applause. She takes a few steps
back, easing away from the dais, before turning to the side to slip back
into the alcove with her people.

You leave from the area before the Golden Lion Throne.

Sharid applauds quietly

You stand in the west alcove.

From the west alcove, Marco grins and applauds without saying a word.

Cabal claps his hands together once for effect, and leaves the rest of the
crowd to continue.

Sauriel claps delicately, his guardsmen following suit a moment later. He
seems to be smiling, but his guards look kind of confused.

Iason quietly applauds, as he stands by the wall.

From the west alcove, Henrich bows his head politely towards Ophelia as she
returns.

From the west alcove, Marco looks to the Ginaz. Funny how they do not join
in on such a happy celebration of House Moritani.

Erich looks to Cromwell in silent signal for business to continue, the
Emperor mighty impatient tonight for some reason or another.

Praxton just looked at you.

Cromwell waits for the new Siridar-Countess to resume her place and the room
to settle, "Lady Justine Garamond, you are hereby summoned to attend upon
the Imperial will. Approach and make known your petition."

Justine inhales deeply before she makes her way from the back of the room,
offering polite nods and whispered, "Excuse me", as she makes her way
towards the throne. Within respectable distance to the throne, she executes
a regal curtsey with her head bowed and barely touching the floor, "Your
most humble and sublime Majesty...."

Erich returns to his scowling. "We are quite aware of who we are, Lady
Garamond. On with your petition," he all but snaps.

Justine nods her head barely and then speaks, "I have come before His
Majesty to request an annulment from the Marquis Steffan Lear under the
conditions that I have submitted to the Chancellor for His Majesty's
reviewing."

Erich peers out into the crowds and inquires of his Chancellor a bit too
loudly, "Is the Marquis here? I'd be surprised if he had strength enough for
it, as by all accounts he can't salute when the parade passes by, so to
speak."

Cromwell looks into the crowd as he raises his voice over the din of court
chatter, "Lord Steffan Lear, Siridar-Marquis of Marcinko and chevalier of
the Imperium you are hereby summoned to the attend upon the Imperial will.
Approach and be recognized."

From the west alcove, Henrich glances to his left as one of the more easily
moved ladies in the gathering by the west wall lets out a small gasp. He
furrows his brow for a moment as he leers at the woman, then turns his face
back towards the throne area, studying the proceedings with mild interest.

From the west alcove, Ophelia cannot suppress the laugh that begins to
escape, quickly slapping a hand over her mouth and turning dreadfully red in
the effort to remain quiet.

Steffan leaves from his place in the east alcove.

From the west alcove, Shane coughs, slightly, as he turns his gaze to look
sharply at Ophelia for a moment, but then quiets, instantly, turning his
attentive gaze back towards Justine and the approach of the Ginaz Siridar.

From the east alcove, Mikhail arches a coal black eyebrow rather
thoughtfully as a devilish smirk springs readily to his pallid lips.

From the west alcove, Izick looks side-long at his Lady, frowns a bit, and
then returns his attention to the proceedings.

Steffan raises a brow as Justine makes her request. He eventually makes his
way through the crowd, and appears before the throne. With his hand at his
breast, he genuflects and then pauses for a moment. "Your Majesty..."

From the west alcove, Marco raises an eyebrow with interest but he keeps his
composure. By the way he stands something seems to note that he has found
something interesting on his shoe. Almost as if he were tyring to hide his
identity from the those called up by before the Emperor.

Steffan stands in the area before the Golden Lion Throne.

Justine leaves from her place in the back of the room.

Justine stands in the area before the Golden Lion Throne.

Erich glowers at the Siridar and his apparent wife. "Do not speak until such
time as you are given leave to, Marquis Ginaz. It is a truly sad, sad day in
the history of this Imperium when a man and his wife cannot settle their
disagreements within their own bedchamber, but apparently the two of you
must expect the Apocalypse to occur should you ever entertain so novel an
idea as sharing the same bed, and therefore the Lady Garamond-Lear has spent
the last several months here in the Palace, chaste as a nun of the Imperial
Church. Due to the fact that this marriage was never consummated, as the two
of you seem to have irreconcilable differences which cannot be aired but
that they reach -our- ears nonetheless, and that marriage is obviously not
working in this instance, I am approving this annulment, as pater familias
of House Corrino and the legal guardian to the Lady Garamond. From this day
forward, by legal standards, you two have never been married. If you wish to
work out your differences, then do so in a more private and suitable manner.
Should I ever hear of squabblings between the two of you again, I may have
to throw you in the pain amplifier until such time as you mate and issue
forth a suitable child."

Fahahd enters from the hall of emperors.

Fahahd has arrived.

Shane has disconnected.

Fahahd stands in the back of the room.

Steffan remains motionless still in genuflection, his glance fixed to the
floor. His expression changes as Erich speaks, one of disbelief, he almost
speaks in reply but reluctantly remains silent. l

Justine's head bows before Erich once more, barely touching the floor as she
does and replies, "Thank you, Your Majesty." She rises slowly and waits to
be dismissed before leaving Erich's presence.

From the west alcove, Ophelia quietly mutters to no one in particular, and
certainly quiet enough that the sound will not carry forth from the alcove
in which she stands, "Who would want to mate with a beast like him? Filthy
Ginaz..."

Erich waves a hand in dismissal. "We find fault here primarily in the place
of the husband. Neglect of your wife is a shameful thing, especially after
you all but pulled the teeth of our predecessor to gain her, and then to
ignore her. Perhaps now notice will be taken, at least in the recognition of
what an ill-fated venture this marriage was. Let it be done with and wiped
of our hands. Should the two of you wish to ever marry again, do it on your
own time. You are dismissed."

Justine curtsies regally once more before Erich and then takes a few steps
backwards before turning her back to him and making her way towards the back
of the room. Once she turns from Erich, a very small form of a smile plays
on her lips.

Justine leaves from her place before the Golden Lion Throne.

Justine stands in the back of the room.

From the west alcove, The black-clad, plain man standing over by the western
wall's shoulders raise only once in a half-way supressed chuckle. Smiling
faintly, he looks even slightly entertained, Henrich does. Watching the plot
thicken infront of him, he changes stance in an almost anxious motion,
bringing his hands forward to rest at his sides.

From the west alcove, Shane blinks, at the proceedings, and moreso the
strength with which the Emperor speaks to the Ginaz Siridar. His lips are
pursed carefully, but he simply stays quiet for now. Of course, on the
inside he's damned near Cary Grant but still....

Steffan stands finally, an embarrased look on his face. He then bows again
and steps back.

From the west alcove, Izick glances at Ophelia and whispers, pleading, "My
Lady... please."

Steffan leaves from his place before the Golden Lion Throne.

Erich bids of the erstwhile Cromwell. "Descend the dais and stand before us,
Chancellor."

Steffan stands in the east alcove.

Cromwell seems somewhat surprised by the Emperor's summons but quickly moves
to the appropriate place before the throne where he bows low awaiting the
Imperial will.

Cromwell moves away from his place at the right of the throne.

Cromwell stands in the area before the Golden Lion Throne.

From the back of the room, Justine keeps to herself in the back of the room,
however, she seems to be in better spirits then before. She isn't exactly
smiling, but the atmosphere around her has lightened.

Erich rises from his throne and descends the dais, a hand lowering to rest
upon the head of the Imperial Chancellor. "Earl Cromwell, you have for three
Imperial administrations served in your present capacity as Imperial
Chancellor and Mentat to the Padishah Emperors of the Known Universe. Our
most trusted advisor, our most able lieutenant, an element without which our
Court would be sorely for the worse. You have served us with
single-mindedness of focus and iron-fistedness of purpose. For all the many
services you have rendered to our Throne and person, we do hereby elevate
you to the rank of Duke, ... and more upon, we do hereby adopt you into the
bloodline of House Corrino, to hereafter stand as a cousin and equal
participant in the future of the Imperial House which you have so diligently
served. Rise then, Duke Vincent Xavier Cromwell-Corrino."

Nadira enters from the hall of emperors.

Nadira has arrived.

Slade enters from the hall of emperors.

Slade has arrived.

Nadira moves with silent deliberation through the room, keeping to the side
until she comes finally to the side of the throne. Folding her hands neatly
in front of her, she assumes her place with a curtsy to Erich and silence.

Entering in the Burseg studies the room with his single cold eye. Never
showing any emotion the instrument of God stands where he enters. Dropping
to a knee, he pays homage to his Majesty, the light in the darkness then
stands. Like the stone pillar that supported the temples of old, Slade
stands still, unless by the Word of God, he is called on to go and perform
God's will.

Juseppe passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Juseppe has left.

Cromwell stays in his bow and takes a long ,deep breath, "Your most sublime
majesty does me greatest honor. It has ever been my one desire to serve the
throne to the utmost of my abilities. I flatter myself to hope that my small
services may continue to serve the Imperial will in such as matter deemed
worthy. I will always strive to justify the faith you have show by placing
me into your Imperial government and welcoming me into your family. Kull
wahad!"

Ulricke enters from the hall of emperors.

Ulricke has arrived.

Adaroo enters from the hall of emperors.

Adaroo has arrived.

From the west alcove, Ophelia's eyebrows arch in surprise, but she applauds
nonetheless, smiling genuinely for the good fortune, and dedication, of the
Chancellor.

Ulricke enters, offering a curtsey to the throne, then quietly moves to the
appointed area of her House.

Ulricke stands in the back of the room.

From the west alcove, Shane applauds as well, though a bit distractedly, for
some reason his attention having been distracted a moment but such things
only last so long.

Adaroo bows deeply and reverently before the Emperor and quiickly joins
Steffan

Adaroo stands in the east alcove.

Erich nods in approval and rises back to his throne, looking out upon the
assembled courtiers, his smile fading in a flash, resuming that stony scowl
he's had all evening. "We would advise you all to give a good look at our
Noukkers. They carry a weapon manufactured by Ixians and sold to the
Harkonnen. A weapon which releases a projectile at such conditions capable
of bypassing all known Holtzman shield technologies. Give them a good look,
for these are what wrought the Harkonnen victory on Juno, not any ingenuity
at the hands of their generals."

The Noukkers all brandish their rifles, switching them from one shoulder to
another with practised precision. Indeed, it would seem that they are
already quite handy with these newfangled weapons.

Ulricke looks if anything, amused by the Emperor's statement, but makes no
comment.

Cromwell hesitates for the briefest of moments before rising and returning
to his proper place at the Emperor's right hand. His face is noticeably red,
presumably from his good fortune but perhaps for other reasons.

Ruhail has arrived.

From the back of the room, Nestor bows slightly to the throne. What's to be
embarrassed about?

Ruhail stands in the east alcove.

Nadira stands in the area before the Golden Lion Throne.

Erich continues grimly, "It has been calculated that these weapons pose a
threat of such magnitude that they could equalize the fighting power of our
own Sardaukar, transforming even small armies into a force capable of
annihilating entire worlds. Not since the days before the Great Convention
has any House so blatantly, brashly, and foolishly brandished such overt
aggression and intent to disrupt the delicate balance of power which
maintains the peace and prosperity of this Imperium and ever House Major and
Minor which resides under its titular auspices."

From the east alcove, Mikhail nods in agreement with the Emperor's words.

Slade stands in the back of the room.

Shaheena enters from the hall of emperors.

Shaheena has arrived.

Constantina enters from the hall of emperors.

Constantina has arrived.

Shaheena stands in the east alcove.

Constantina stands in the east alcove.

Erich says, "The very -existence- of these weapons poses a clear and present
danger to the order which has maintained the Known Universe for the last ten
thousand years. In one fell swoop, all which we have all laboured so hard to
build up could be destroyed, every star system plunged into overt war and
conflict, should these be used as their intent dictates. The fact that House
Harkonnen has not only developed this weapon but has begun selling the
blueprints and even working models to other Houses Major causes no small
amount of concern to us ... and should to you as well. The Great Convention
is meaningless unless it can be enforced, no law binding unless there are
ramifications to breaking it. We outlawed atomics not merely for the
atrocities which they spawned but for the fact that they could not be
controlled or countered. The same holds true for these weapons. The very
fact that they exist tears at the very fabric of the fragile peace which
holds the Known Universe together.""

From the west alcove, Ophelia glances across the hall, noting expressions on
faces throughout the vast chamber, hardly breathing as she does so. She
catches the Rastanyev's nod, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before
she moves on.

Satyavrat enters from the hall of emperors.

Satyavrat has arrived.

Satyavrat stands in the east alcove.

From the east alcove, Mikhail arches an eyebrow once more, his lips curving
downward sharply, "Indeed, let us pray they are all destroyed, along with
those that wrought them."

Erich gives time for his words to sink in. "We do announce our intent to
present an item for the agenda of the next Landsraad High Council session,
that they would debate the danger which this weapon poses and as the Forms
dictate choose to pass it on to deliberation before the entire Landsraad
Congress. This 'railgun', if produced in quantities large enough, could
equip an army which could easily meet and destroy all opposition. We leave
this matter, in its legality, to the Houses Major to decide in a corporate
setting. Let the wiser scope of the Houses which have fashioned the peace we
have enjoyed for the last ten thousand years examine the facts and take
whatever actions are neccessary to preserve it for another ten thousand."

From the west alcove, Ophelia then ventures to nod slowly, a satisfied smile
touching her face, but only briefly.

Adaroo leans closer towards Steffan pm Steffan= We both know that his
Majesty will not take lighty towards getting rid of these weapons for his
gain.

Praxton mutters to Ruhail, "... we should... public a venue, Sultan."

Erich adds to this quite pointedly, "However, due to the uncertainty of the
present situation, we have decided, in accordance with the Forms and by the
tenets of the Great Convention, to dispatch Sardaukar to be quartered on
Giedi Prime at the expense of House Harkonnen. The Siridar-Baron Harkonnen
agreed with our predecessor Emperor Fredhrick to allow for three legions to
be billeted, and we send the same. As per the Great Convention, any attack
by the Sardaukar would be construed as a direct assault on the Landsraad
corporately, and likewise would stand any attack on the Sardaukar by any
under the employ of House Harkonnen or otherwise. The Caid of Kaitain has
been personally sent to oversee this matter and to retain peace and
tranquility as he may."

From the west alcove, Izick raises his eyebrows at this, and glances at
Ophelia.

Erich manages a bitter smile as he looks towards the Harkonnen delegation.
"If your Baron truly desires peace, then let him pay for it. In addition, we
are declaring this weapon outlawed upon the face of Kaitain, under the same
strictures as lasguns. Should any be found without proper warrant and
permit, the penalty for possession is death."

Izick mutters to you, ":is noticibly irritated, although not by the
Emperor's words. "I told them we should never have bought those damn
things.""

From From the west alcove, Ophelia sighs, and glances to Izick, "Shhh...
don't worry about it, it's under control. We'll discuss this when we return
to the embassy.."

Erich looks quite blatantly at the Siridar-Duke Atreides as he notes, "We
would as well request that the Landsraad High Council dispatch observers to
personally oversee the peacekeeping operations on Giedi Prime ... To ensure
full and unquestioned adherence to the Forms."

From the back of the room, Nestor remains stoic. What there is of his
expression is easily readable: It is not as if this is unexpected.

Nastassia passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Nastassia has left.

From the west alcove, Izick nods reluctuntaly, still somewhat irritated. "Of
course, my Lady."

Ulricke stands amongst her household, dress black as night and hair bright
as the sun, her expression a match of Nestor's - she too, seems unsurprised
by the emperor's decrees.

Praxton responds by bowing slightly from the waist. As he straightens, he
makes a slight gesture to the Presence, his expression inquiring and
solicitous.

Erich quirks a brow in the direction of the Duke. "Naturally this is a
matter to be discussed before the High Council at their next session,
m'lord. We trust in the greater judgement of the Councillors to see this
matter attended to with full expediency," and lets it lie at that.

From his habitual spot in the eastern alcove, Praxton once again bows to the
Throne, silently signaling his compliance.

Erich looks towards the ungainly pack of rams and states, "Let Count Ferrel
Cabal come forward."

From the back of the room, Cabal comes forward without hesitation.

Cabal leaves from his place in the back of the room.

Cabal stands in the area before the Golden Lion Throne.

From the area before the throne, Cabal comes to rest in a gracious bow
before the Emperor, and remains so until bid to do otherwise.

From the area before the throne, Nadira tilts her head, eyeing Cabal
casually.

Cromwell moves back the dais to give the Emperor more room.

Cromwell leaves from his place before the Golden Lion Throne.

Cromwell stands to the right of the throne.

Nadira leaves from her place before the Golden Lion Throne.

Nadira stands to the left of the throne.

Erich smiles quite smuggly, something of malevolent glee twinkling in his
emerald green eyes. "This ... incident has caused us to probe further in to
House Harkonnen's ... seedy underbelly as it were, and we have discovered
something quite interesting indeed. We understand that your mother was of
Corrino stock."

Ulricke becomes particularly attentive as Erich addresses her fiance. Though
there's no concievable way she could be carrying a blade in a dress that
tight, every muscle in her body is tightened, in the recognizable manner of
a swordmaster at the ready. She remains where she is though, perfectly still
and unmoving.

From the area before the throne, Cabal's face contorts almost violently, as
if he had just been administered one of Nestor's more creatively painful
poisons, and it settles into a horrific grimace. His face is kept toward the
floor, however, and he asks dryly in his typically baritone, gruff voice,
"Does Your Sublime Majesty have a question?"

Erich shakes his head, mouth twitching slightly in wryness. "No question,
m'lord. A proclamation. You did not notify us that you intended to marry the
good Lady Harkonnen. As the pater familias of House Corrino, we feel quite
affronted to have been neglected, Count Ferret. To that end, we are afraid
that until we have been properly assuaged of the propriety of this union, we
must take exception to it ... and block all proceedings towards the end of
your matrimony to the Lady Harkonnen."

Slade leaves from his place in the back of the room.

Slade looks at his com. He kneels before the Emperor once more and stands.
Just as silent as he entered, the large man leaves.

Octavius enters from the hall of emperors.

Octavius has arrived.

Slade passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Slade has left.

From the area before the throne, Cabal's Ixian eyes close tightly at the
Emperor's decree, noting the particular spitefulness of it, and he his chest
heaves as he slowly exhales to calm his growing anger. With a carefully
reserved tone, he returns, "And may His Majesty's subject inquire as to how
he may satisfy the Emperor of the Known Universe in this most -delicate-
and -personal- matter?"

Erich sighs and grins from ear to ear. "But of course. I intend to have the
Reverend Mother Nadira Finn examine the prospects of the union, on behalf of
the Throne. Time, Count Ferret, that is what will assuage our concerns in
this most 'delicate and personal matter'. You are dismissed."

Ulricke's jaw tightens visibly and she actually takes a step forward to the
front of the Harkonnen contingent. Her eyes lock on the Lion Throne and turn
a flat, dangerous grey, hands curling into fists at her sides. She says not
a word, but her body betrays her intense displeasure and desire to kill the
nearest living thing.

The Guard behind her reflexively takes a step forward to maintain the proper
distance.

Erich notices Ulricke and tsks. "Lady Harkonnen, do aright yourself. Such
scowling makes your face look piggy and small."

From the area before the throne, Cabal nods once in acknowledgement, and
bows perfunctorily as he backs away from his place before the throne.

Cabal leaves from his place before the Golden Lion Throne.

The Harkonnen Warmaster pauses briefly in his dignified retreat to the back
area at the Emperor's comment to Ulricke, but quickly remembers where he is
and that the Emperor does not bleed so easily with Sardaukar and Noukker
around his person, and so he comes to stand proudly next to Ulricke.

Cabal stands in the back of the room.

Erich returns to his throne and stands before it, stating before the Court,
"Let us therefore adjourn and look to the Landsraad, as the rightful and
lawful legislative body governing these Houses Major which we comprise, to
deal with this affair. We have set what we can in motion to maintain peace,
but efficacious all the more will be the opinions and rulings of the
Siridarat ... This Court stands adjourned."

Octavius passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Octavius has left.

Lady Ulricke does not react the Emperor's insult, only curtsies at the end
of decreed court and speaks quietly to a Corrino page. The boy nods, and
scampers off.

Justine seems relieved that Court has been dismissed, as the tensions near
the Harkonnen are running very high. She quickly moves away from the back
area and weaves her way through the room, trying to find someone. Upon
seeing Shane, her lips pull back into a wide grin and her steps quicken over
to where he stands. She approaches the man, stares at him for a moment and
then wraps her arms around his neck, giving him a very passionate kiss.

Erich is approached by a page as he descends the dais, listening to his
message and shaking his head, dictating a terse reply before turning to nod
in dismissal to his Chancellor-turned-Cousin.

Shane pauses, about to turn to say something to Ophelia, probably about
wanting to stay. Who knows, perhaps something about pink elephants even.
Right now it doesn't matter, for as he turns at the approach of someone his
arms fit about Justine's waist instinctively, and at her presence, the kiss
is quickly and earnestly returned.

Lena curtsies deeply toward the throne and then begins making her way
through the crowd.

Izick whispers: My Lady, I have a quick item to discuss with the Lady
Andragoras.

Wallach leaves his place in the west alcove.

Praxton leaves from his place in the east alcove.

The Countessa Moritani blinks in surprise at the display happening right at
her very elbow, and clears her throat quietly. "Ahem... I would advise a
room in the Imperial Hotel, if that continues...."

Steffan leaves from his place in the east alcove.

Marta curtsies in the direction of the throne and allows her husband to lead
the way,

Iason glances towards the kissing couple, even as he bows to the departing
Emperor.

Izick whispers something to Ophelia then moves through the crowd to
intercept Lena.

Steffan bows before departing.

Steffan passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Steffan has left.

Tsukasa gently makes his way through the throng, politely excusing his way
through the crowd.

From the back of the room, Cabal excuses himself to Ulricke as he begins
making his way toward Ophelia and company...

Tsukasa leaves from his place in the east alcove.

Praxton approaches the newly-made Contessa Moritani. "Excellency, a moment,
if I may?", he says with a very precise and stately short bow.

Marta leaves from her place in the east alcove.

Erich notices Justine out of the corner of his eye and mutters something
about the nuns of old who had no qualms about getting pregnant, even as he
makes his way towards his anteroom.

Evelina edges around the crowd, making her way to the door.

Evelina passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Evelina has left.

Tsukasa passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Tsukasa has left.

Erich is passed by the High Imperial Guard and slips through the recessed
panel door.

Erich has left.

Sauriel watches people mill about absently, then departs the alcove with his
pair of guardsmen in tow. He seems thoroughly amused by the entire
proceedings, graceful hands tucked into the enveloping sleeves of his robes.

Marta passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Marta has left.

Izick leaves his place in the west alcove.

Cromwell moves away from his place at the right of the throne.

The page returns to Ulricke, who nods to the page, and returns another
curtsy to the throne. She nods absently to Cabal and lingers with the
members of her household.

Lena leaves from her place in the back of the room.

Camilla leaves from her place in the east alcove.

Cromwell quickly makes he way out of the Selamlik, not pausing to answer
questions.

Cromwell passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Cromwell has left.

Camilla walks towards the back of the room.

Fahahd remains in his accustomed place, shadowing the Harkonnen nobles. He's
looking sidelong at Camilla.

Ophelia's attention is diverted by the Duke, and she turns to him to dip a
brief curtsy, "Indeed Your Grace. I am at your disposal..."

Justine releases herself from Shane and offers him a small grin as she takes
a few steps back, "Thank you, My Lord." She then turns to Ophelia and offers
her a curtsey, "A thousand pardons, Countessa. Congratulations on your
appointment and I do hope that your reign is long and prosperous." She notes
Steffan leaving out of the corner of her eye and her grin widens into a sly
expression.

Shane blinks, stepping back, taking Justine's hand and turning towards
Ophelia. "Of course Your Siridarship," he says, with a private smile and of
course pleasure at using the title without the slight prefix. "I..." but he
pauses, seeing of course Praxton and Ophelia and he pauses, standing
quietly, next to Justine, perhaps a sight to get familiar with.

Wallach stands with the Moritani entourage. He faces the new countess,
"Excuse me milady, shall I order your limousine now?"

Nadira begins to move froward from her spot on the dais, her skirts a soft
whisper as she moves.

Cabal leaves from his place in the back of the room.

Nestor bows in Ulricke's direction before moving to leave. Much to do, it
would seem and this place is the purview of nobles.

Nestor leaves from his place in the back of the room.

Sauriel leaves from his place in the east alcove.

Izick bows slightly to Lena, "My Lady, pleasure to see you this fine
evening."

Iason leaves from his place in the east alcove.

Sharid leaves from his place in the back of the room.

Sharid passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Sharid has left.

Sauriel passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Sauriel has left.

You leave from the west alcove.

Justine leaves from her place in the back of the room.

Nadira moves away from her place at the left of the throne.

Nadira passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Nadira has left.

"May I take a moment to express my sincere well-wishes on your ascension,"
Praxton replies in a warm tone. "And may I place myself at Your Excellency's
disposal if she may have need of a sounding board for matters legal and
politic?" He pauses, long enough to smile. "One time offer, no strings
attached," he jests.

Camilla stops just short of all the Harkonnens and wonders if she should
approach Fahahd.

Lena smiles sweetly at the Councillor of the Mercature for House Moritani.
"The pleasure is mine. Would you do me the honor of escorting me to my
limo?"

Ulricke lets her gaze slide over Camilla. "Ah. Lady Rastanyev." she says in
lazy drawl. "Is there something we can do for you?"

Izick glances at Ophelia, then offers his arm to Lena, "You do me honor, my
Lady."

Ophelia gives Wallach a brief glance, and a shake of her head, before
turning back to the Atreides in time to hear his offer. She smiles warmly,
then fetches the man a pout. "Only one time, Your Grace?" she asks archly,
then chuckles softly. "A kind offer. I perhaps will have to accept..."

Nestor passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Nestor has left.

Constantina pushes through the crowd, murmuring soft apologies as she makes
her way to the door.

Constantina leaves from her place in the east alcove.

Constantina passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Constantina has left.

Shaheena passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Shaheena has left.

The Harkonnen Warmaster walks straight up to the Moritani Siridar,
irrespective of anyone else attending her skirt, and imparts with a slight
frown, "It would seem, Countess, that you misplaced your weapons. I trust at
least the Emperor reimbursed your House for the expense it put you out of."

Justine offers a curtsey to Praxton, bowing her head to him with a smile,
"Greetings, Duke Praxton. Again, I wish to thank you for everything you have
done for me. Tis always a pleasure to see you." Her hand moves away from
Shane's, clasping with her own before you. She seems to be somewhat distant
with the man she just kissed so passionately. Perhaps it was a last effort
to rub salt in her former husband's wound?

Evelina enters from the hall of emperors.

Evelina has arrived.

Evelina passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Evelina has left.

Camilla's eyes widen and she looks at the Harkonnen lady, "Ah..My lady
Harkonnnen, It is a pleasure to meet you." Her hands shake visibly as she
pushes her glasses up her nose. Her normal nervousness and shyness oozing
from her. She seems about to fly from the room but instead, she offers a
meek smile. "My lady, I was wishing a word with your Leutnant if he was not
needed at the moment."

"And likewise to see you, milady," Praxton replies kindly. He quirks a brow
slightly and asks gently, "You, ah, seem well reconciled to the annulment of
your marriage to the Marquis..."

Lena takes Izick's arm gladly, allowing him to escort her out. She nods to
the assembled nobles around her as they pass through the crowd.

Fahahd just looks...bewildered, hands clasped behind his back.

Iason steps away from the wall, following his Duke as he bows to the lady.

Izick smiles as he leads Lena through the crowd.

Ulricke eyes Camilla like a shark sensing blood in the water. "My Lieutenant
is always needed, but you may have him for a few moments if you wish." she
smiles, indicating with a wave of her hand torward the soldier.

Izick passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Izick has left.

Fahahd ducks his head slightly and steps hesitantly towards the Rastanyev.

Lena passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Lena has left.

Ophelia gives Cabal an innocent look, blinking in surprise. "M'Lord Cabal...
whyever would I do such a thing to our allies, the Harkonnen? And why say
you that it is I who did it?"

Justine nods with a wide grin to Praxton, "Indeed, My Grace. It has been a
very long time coming. Just a matter of timing. But your advice and counsel
was a great deal of help, I will always be grateful for that."

Shane turns to face the recently arrived Warmaster, his lips pursed quietly
as he regards the approach of Cabal. No, Shane as well is back into duty
mode, just keeping a steady gaze upon the Harkonnen Warmaster while stepping
up next to Ophelia. Of course, one has duties to do and nothing more mind
you.

Camilla gives Ulricke a nervous smile and seems about to melt into the
floor. "Thank you, my Lady. You are very kind." She takes a deep breath and
looks over at Fahahd.

Praxton inclines his head to Justine, smiling broadly. "No gratitude,
milady. Perhaps you will have an opportunity to do me a good turn at some
point."

Camilla leans forward slightly and says something very softly to Fahahd.

There's a rather lost puppy expression on the face of the guard, as he looks
expectantly at Camilla.

"Aren't I, though. I suppose that I as a lady must carry the flag of
chivalry, even if every man in the Landsraad seems to have dropped it."
Ulricke walks away and to the side of Cabal.

Justine curtsies gracefully before Praxton, almost as regally as she gives
Erich, and gives him a very broad and bright smile, "But of course, Your
Grace. You need but only ask."

Fahahd flicks a glance at his superiors, his expression growing even more
puzzled. "Ah, you'd best get permission from my superiors for that, my
lady."

Cabal shrugs incredulously as he responds to Ophelia, "Far be it for me to
suggest the Countess incapable of running her House, or knowing what
transpires within it, for that matter. But if the bodice fits....Yet we know
the weapons were formerly yours because all the rest are accounted for and
on Giedi Prime awaiting our visiting Sardaukar." He looks at those around
her with mild disgust before stating tersely, "Our Baron will hear of it,
and I am quite certain he will demand a suitable explanation." With that, he
begins to take his leave, but pauses at the sight of Ulricke and waits to
see if she wants her pound of flesh as well.

Camilla lifts her brow and looks curiosly at the Leutnant. She nods and
sighs. After a moments thought she says something softly to him again.

"Warmaster," Shane's voice says somewhat strongly. "Your are reminded that
you speak to a Siridar, not one of your troops. And know, as well, that I do
look forward to that meeting for there are quite a few things to do. You may
wish to watch your tone so that your house...doesn't...as they say shoot
itself in the foot."

Ulricke says soothingly, "Be fair, Cabal. We don't know who the culprit
was...so when House Moritani recieves its thirty pieces of silver, I'm sure
they'll simply distribute it equally." She drops a curtsy to Ophelia and
looks to Shane. "Do you care to address -me- in that tone, sirrah? Let me
assure you, the Emperor can get away with what discourtesies he may...you do
not have that luxury."

Praxton says, overloudly, "Oh, the Warmaster is quite fond of forgetting his
place."

Camilla wrinkles her nose and offers the Leutnant a smile.

Shane turns to Ulricke and he smiles. "Of course not Lady Harkonnen," he
intones. "It is just true that sometimes it takes a strong voice to pierce
the dim of one's own mental warblings. I am quite certain that after a long
talk we shall be as good of friends as we ever were, a friendship that would
not be threatened at any price even if it came from a rather...ubiquitous
source." He does of course give Ulricke however a deep, sweeping bow, one to
play the politic game but not to deliberately be a fool at it.

Fahahd's smile is oddly gentle, especially so for a Harkonnen. "My lady," he
murmurs. "Perhaps so...if you'll excuse me?"

"My 1000, plus one prototype, are accounted for on Grumman, m'Lord," Ophelia
responds to the retreating Warmaster's back. "Do be sure to relay -that- to
your Baron as well." She glowers, sparing Shane the briefest of glances.
"That is enough, My Lord Padron."

Camilla nods to the leutnant and leaves.

Camilla passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Camilla has left.

Ulricke replies easily, "Of course, Councilor Padron." she nods and
withdraws, remarking to Praxton, "My father will be bereft of his loss of
your friendship, Your Grace."

Cabal looks Shane in the eye, reflecting the Moritani Warmaster's visage a
hundred times in his facets, "You have some idea of what I am capable of,
Warmaster, and though I must respect you as a peer and for standing up for
your Siridar, I assure you, if I were to challenge her, it would be you who
died in her place. So be not in such a hurry, lad, for it will come soon
enough." He glares at Ophelia then, and without a word walks over to one of
the nearby Noukkers where he inspects his weapon visually only. He calls
out, "Then explain the 'M' visibly marked underneath the barrel, or does
House Corrino spell as atrociously as they speak?" He moves back to Ulricke,
and beseaches her, "Come, My Lady, we have Solaris to spend."

Justine appears impassive by the conversation around her, not really
approving nor disapproving of it. She doesn't even seem to take sides, it's
as if she's oblivious to what is being said as she stands there with a
neutral expression.

Shane purses his lips quietly as he looks to Cabal. Shane would almost smile
if he weren't a part of this, for the man is, as stated often, the baddest
man in the place of bad men. He stays quiet however, Ophelia having
requested such and he ever the loyal servant. Quiet, but alert...his silence
surely not mistaken for acquiesence. And so does tension fill the hall and
surely Imperial ears to get an earful.

Praxton replies to Ulricke, his expression closed but not cold. "It will be
an odd day, milady Harkonnen, when I wake to find I can no longer call your
father my friend. That much you can be certain of."

Fahahd follows after the Harkonnen couple, posture again taut.

Wallach stands quietly at the Countess' side. Scanning the room for a time
piece, his eagerness to leave escalates.

Ulricke hasn't quite trotted along after Cabal like a good little female
Landsraad noblewoman. She instead turns her attention to Praxton. "That is
news I will deliver to him with great pleasure, Your Grace." she says with
dignified sincerity.

Wallach stifles a small yawn.

For the first time, Justine takes on an expression right after Cabal makes
his comment about spelling. It's a slight one though, her left brow rises
ever so slightly but then lowers again.

Ophelia's mouth snaps shut as the Harkonnen Warmaster points out the 'M' on
each rifle, and she pales considerably suddenly. Her eyes open and close in
a few slow blinks, and she sways slightly on her feet.

Praxton looks askance at the weapons, not looking quite comfortable in their
presence. He carefully watches Ophelia and her reactions.

Fahahd merely observes the Moritani mildly, though his earlier tic
reappears.

Justine notices Ophelia's sudden weakened state, if Shane hasn't already
moved to assist his Siridari, she gently nudges him with her elbow and
motions to her, "Your Countessa is in need of assistance. Shall I summon a
suk?

Wallach glances at the guards with the rifles for a long while. He shakes
his head slowly with a look of disgust towards the weapons.

Iason looks towards the Contessa in silence, then back to the Warmaster.

Doing no such thing, Shane shoots Justine a glance, and looks back to
Ophelia. "An emmotional night," he says, simply, and looks to Wallach.
"Squire Escobar, would you honorably see the Siridar and of course His Grace
Atreides if he wishes bcak to the estate? The air in here has turned
unpleasantly stale."

Cabal offers his arm to Ulricke with a smile, and escorts her from the scene
at her leisure with the dignity and respect due a noble lady and daughter of
Baron Boris Harkonnen.

Fahahd is, of course, trailing along after them, like the faithful beast he
is.

Wallach turns to Shane. "Of course sir."

Ulricke eyes Wallach with some amusement. After all, the Moritani bought the
things, now didn't they? With another nods to Praxton, she places her hand
on Cabal's arm and lets him lead her out.

Justine shrugs off Shane's glance, holding up her hands in a somewhat
defeated manner, "Just offering help, My Lord." As Cabal and Ulricke begin
to leave, she nods to the pair with a smile, "Have a good evening, Lord
Cabal and Lady Harkonnen."

Wallach faces the countess and her entourage. "If you are ready to leave
your ladyship, I shall request a limosuine."

Ulricke looks over. "Good evening, Lady Justine." she says, her tone less
icy when addressing her then it's been all evening. She nods and departs
with Cabal.

Ulricke passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Ulricke has left.

Count Cabal nods pleasantly to Justine as they pass, and as if nothing were
the matter in House Harkonnen. He leads Ulricke out without further adieu.

Cabal passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Cabal has left.

Fahahd passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Fahahd has left.

The Countessa Moritani looks to her own Warmaster, even more deathly pale,
pausing just long enough to see that the Harkonnen have left the room. "You
didn't tell me the bloody things were marked!" she accuses, her voice
lowered to an angry hiss. She lifts a hand, pressing her fingers to her
forehead, as a quiet moan escapes her lips.

And with that, she topples.

Martin enters from the hall of emperors.

Martin has arrived.

Wallach immediately rushes to the lady's aid. "Quick," he shouts as he
kneels to help her, "get a doctor here, someone!"

Martin walks into the Selamlik. He moves to the side of the doorway, trying
not to cause a disturbance. He looks about the room, to see what is the
situation. While he gives his natural calm, he does look rather more pale
than normal.

Iason frowns darkly, as he reaches for his commbadge.

Justine waits until the Harkonnens have left and then shoots a small glare
to Shane herself and mutters something that only he would hear. Her eyes
roll and head shakes as she hears Wallach scream for a Suk after she already
offered and was denied. She turns to the others and offers a small smile,
"If everyone will please excuse me, I have some celebrating to do." For some
odd reason, she curtsies to Praxton first and then to Ophelia, saying,
"Countessa Moritani, I do hope that you recover soon and if you should need
my assistance, please do not hesitate to ask."

Praxton turns to Iason and nods once, as if to confirm what he's already
thinking.

Iason merely nods back, comming for a Suk.

Shane looks after Praxton and Wallach and everyone else, and he just stands
there, his eyes narrowing just slightly and he turns then as Justine says
something. Well, if they're going to have a relationship, it's sure going to
be a fiery one, for at whatever she whispers his ire seems to raise even
more than Cabal's comments. Pursing his lips, he just waits, simply, saying,
"Of course, M'lady Garamond. How juvenile of me." My goodness, if it was
stale in here, it's now frigid.

Wallach loses his nearly unending smile and trades it for a deep expression
disarray. "Argh," he groans. He takes off his uniform jacket and folds it to
rest the lady's head on. He settles her collapsed body and takes her pulse.

Martin heads over to the Moritani party in the room. He bows appropriately
to everyone in the room.

Justine's glare turns to Martin and softens into a smile. She dips a curtsey
towards the man and greets, "Good evening, Lord Rinaldi."

Wallach grows more concerned. He looks around the room to see what the
others are doing about this as he continues take her pulse. His dim
expression worsens even more as he notices their indifference. "Curses,
there's no pulse."

Martin smiles to the lady after he bows to her. "Good evening, My Lady
Garamond, I hope I did not interupt anything." He looks over to his Countess
to see if she requires his assistance.

Frowning, slightly, Shane reaches down and he takes Wallach's hand firmly in
his and he slides it further down her wrist, pulling back the sleeve of her
gown, "Here," he says, simply, seeing the man get a bit flustered but simply
staying firm, and standing again, letting the young Swordmaster handle
things.

Iason says, "The Suk is on their way."

"No... no doctor," Ophelia says very quietly, beginning to rouse from her
faint. She lays still a moment longer, perhaps too embarassed yet to move.

The panicked young squire sighs for relief.

Justine glances over to the Countessa herself and then looks back to Martin
with a shake of her head and smile, "No, of course not. Court let out not
long ago. But you have not heard the joyous news!" Her eyes shine brightly
as she nearly giggles, "The Emperor approved the annulment! I am a free
woman at last! Isn't that wonderful?"

Wallach blushes a bit as he picks up his uniform jacket. "Uh, I'm glad to
see you are alright milady."

<Moritani> Wallach says, "Okay, so whenever she says there's no pulse, there
really is unless there isn't."

Martin's smile grows even large. "Really? I am so very happy for you, My
Lady. It is truely wonderful news."

Iason nods slowly, canceling the Suk. "As you will, my Lady." he replies.

Where her face was white as a ghost before, it's certainly bright red now.
Ophelia sits up, glancing down quickly to ensure nothing has.. spilled over
in her collapse, and begins to gather herself to get back up off the floor.

Shane stands simply observing. It's probably an interesting thing to see him
stand so passively but perhaps of course he'll be asked why later. His jaw
is set hard though given an earlier set of exchanges, and he stands at
attention with hands clasped behind his back.

Justine nods quickly to Martin, her stupid grin still plastered on her face,
"Thank you, I worked very hard at obtaining it and am pleased to see that my
efforts paid off."

Praxton makes a gamely attempt at being thoughtful. "Is milady Moritani
well? Is there anything we may help with?" Is that an amused wrinkle in the
corner of his eye?

Wallach adorns his jacket, deciding to leave it unbuttoned. He faces the
Duke just a little, glad to see someone is showuing some degree of concern,
feigned or not.

Martin continues to smile. "I am glad that the Emperor granted you to be
finally free, My Lady. Now you can finally be at peace."

Justine nods to Martin, her grin softening to a smile, "At peace and able to
enjoy the company of a REAL man for a change. It has been a very long time
since I have done so and am looking forward to it."

Martin chuckles. "Oh. I really would not know about the... reality of Lord
Ginaz, My Lady, but if that is what you are looking for I am sure that you
will become an excellent huntress." The chuckles starts to get a little
louder.

Ophelia glances at all the men gathered around her, and frowns darkly - not
a one has offered to help her off the floor. It might have seemed a
difficult procedure, but she pulls herself to her feet on her own, then
stands dusting her hands off, and checking her silken skirts for any other
sign of dirt. She looks to the Duke, then sighs. "I am glad to have amused
you, Your Grace. Enjoy the rest of your evening." With a brief glance to the
remaining members of her house, she curtly informs them, "You are dismissed
for the evening. Enjoy it at your leisure. I'll see myself home."

Praxton can't help but narrow his eyes, overhearing Justine's rather
unladylike comment. His eyebrows are arched, but he looks more amused than
disapproving.

Wallach bows to group. "I'd best get going kind sirs and ladies. Goodnight."

Shane see's Ophelia hopefully rising now but he pauses long enough to look
in a sidelong glance at Justine and Martin, though he doesn't look long,
perhaps in some small part making sure that she's still there. Turning then
he looks from Praxton over to Ophelia. "Take care to you, M'Lady," he says
genuinely, though his look of anger does actually become one of genuine
concern. Perhaps he does care.

Wallach passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Wallach has left.

Iason bows deeply to the departing Ophelia, then to Wallach.

Justine laughs merrily at the misunderstanding, shaking her head and her
hands in the air, "Oh no! You misunderstand, Lord Rinaldi. Not /that/ kind
of pleasure." She grins, her eyes twinkling in the lights of the Selamlik,
"I merely meant company, period. As in sitting down with a man and having a
simple conversation that did not deal with everyday politics. The Marquis
only spoke to me when he wanted information. Other then that, I never saw
him. I spent most of my time alone at the Ginaz Embassy and even at the
Palace."

Martin chuckles. "Oh. Then pardon my horrible misinterpretation, My Lady."

"You pay very short shrift to the men who have had the platonic pleasure of
your company since your ill-fated wedding, milady Garamond," Praxton says
amusedly.

Holding his tongue, Iason merely looks around, giving Ophelia a quiet
concerned look and nod before turning to face Justine's company.

Martin turns his Countessa and bows respectfully as she leaves.

Justine's laughter quiets to a chuckle, nodding to Martin and replying,
"Forgiven, My Lord. I used poor wording and I apologize for that." She
glances over to Praxton and flashes him a grin as she replies, "Oh, I didn't
mean it that way, Your Grace. I very much enjoyed the time I spent with you,
however, it was all business. T'wasn't pleasure. I would hold any
pleasureable conversation with you in the highest of regards."

Her chin lifted, Ophelia gathers her skirts and proceeds out of the Selamlik
without a further word. To say the least, her expression is troubled. And
she is alone.




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