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Mandalore.
The crown of the the people who bore its name. Beautiful, but dangerous. A representative of everything that the Mandalorians had fought for these past few years. It had been hard won, after a lot of struggle, but with the right leadership the Mandalorians were able to re-establish themselves as a proper force here with this as their capital. A testament to their strength and resourcefulness, a reminder that the warriors could not be so easily cast aside and forgotten.
It was natural that Apophe was nervous. She had seen many planets before, but had never been this deep into the Galaxy. She had always lived at the periphery of things, on the edge of the Galaxy. She had ventured further in, before, of course, but never this far from home. She was out of her element. She was meeting with a Mandalorian duke, one of Clan Ordo. The prospect made her as anxious as much as it excited her, for the Imperatrix of the Void Serpents had always held the Mandalorians in high esteem but she knew that angering them was especially unwise. Apophe had her pride, of course. She still had to be on her best behaviour.
She walked forward to the Ordo citadel, attendants in toe. She had decided to be spare with her guards, if only as a gesture of trust. Only three walked with her, dressed in their best armour with vibro-axes in hand. As a sign of diplomacy, they had tied red ribbon around the blade to show that they did not intend to use their weapons. Apophe herself carried a ceremonial blade in a scabbard on her hip. Behind her, two servants carried with them a gilded box holding a gift for the Duke. She hoped he would like it.
She had dressed to the nines, wearing a long, velvet red dress marked with royal blue arabesques and gold trim at the hem and collar. She wore her strawberry blonde hair in an updo, crowned with a golden circlet twisted into the form of an ouroborous. She didn't want to wear her full crown because it seemed to be a bit too imperious. On her hands was a ring on either ring finger. On her right, a golden wedding band with a fat sapphire on top, and on the left, her signet ring that she used to sign royal documents. She had temporarily disposed of her fearsome, mechanical looking limbs, and replaced them with proper synthflesh. The only hint that they were not real was their total state of apparent perfection, without scar or blemish.
A hand drifted to her belly. She wondered if appearing like this, three months in with child, was going to lessen respect for her. She could not do much to uphold her fearsome reputation, especially with how tired she had become lately.
No, she thought. Even Mandalorians breed. I'm being silly.
She looked to one of her guards, who raised a horn to his mouth, and blew upon it to let the Duke know that the Imperatrix of the Void Serpents had arrived.
@Prudence
The crown of the the people who bore its name. Beautiful, but dangerous. A representative of everything that the Mandalorians had fought for these past few years. It had been hard won, after a lot of struggle, but with the right leadership the Mandalorians were able to re-establish themselves as a proper force here with this as their capital. A testament to their strength and resourcefulness, a reminder that the warriors could not be so easily cast aside and forgotten.
It was natural that Apophe was nervous. She had seen many planets before, but had never been this deep into the Galaxy. She had always lived at the periphery of things, on the edge of the Galaxy. She had ventured further in, before, of course, but never this far from home. She was out of her element. She was meeting with a Mandalorian duke, one of Clan Ordo. The prospect made her as anxious as much as it excited her, for the Imperatrix of the Void Serpents had always held the Mandalorians in high esteem but she knew that angering them was especially unwise. Apophe had her pride, of course. She still had to be on her best behaviour.
She walked forward to the Ordo citadel, attendants in toe. She had decided to be spare with her guards, if only as a gesture of trust. Only three walked with her, dressed in their best armour with vibro-axes in hand. As a sign of diplomacy, they had tied red ribbon around the blade to show that they did not intend to use their weapons. Apophe herself carried a ceremonial blade in a scabbard on her hip. Behind her, two servants carried with them a gilded box holding a gift for the Duke. She hoped he would like it.
She had dressed to the nines, wearing a long, velvet red dress marked with royal blue arabesques and gold trim at the hem and collar. She wore her strawberry blonde hair in an updo, crowned with a golden circlet twisted into the form of an ouroborous. She didn't want to wear her full crown because it seemed to be a bit too imperious. On her hands was a ring on either ring finger. On her right, a golden wedding band with a fat sapphire on top, and on the left, her signet ring that she used to sign royal documents. She had temporarily disposed of her fearsome, mechanical looking limbs, and replaced them with proper synthflesh. The only hint that they were not real was their total state of apparent perfection, without scar or blemish.
A hand drifted to her belly. She wondered if appearing like this, three months in with child, was going to lessen respect for her. She could not do much to uphold her fearsome reputation, especially with how tired she had become lately.
No, she thought. Even Mandalorians breed. I'm being silly.
She looked to one of her guards, who raised a horn to his mouth, and blew upon it to let the Duke know that the Imperatrix of the Void Serpents had arrived.
@Prudence