Log:Missing Court
Two events take place at once!
OOC Date: November 4, 2021
Location: Iziz, Onderon
Participants: Bounty Hunters' Guild, Clan Kora, Kothri Irys'ala, Hadrix Kora, Aejin, Amal Jha, Sumi Kora
IZIZ city, the jewel of Onderon, and the home to the Royal Court of Onderon. Today is a big day for the wanted fugitive known as Avix Mindar whose very freedom is at jeopardy thanks to a Republic litigator who is hellbent on having the former special forces turned traitor extradited back to his own government. The advantage of sleeping with the Princess, is that Avix Mindar has a solid foundation of support to prevent such an action from happening; the King's word is law, right? Regardless, court is about to begin downtown, and Avix Mindar is spotted leaving his high rise apartment from the outskirts of town, taking a series of speeders to the highway.
Above IZIZ, in the CEC YT-2550 medium freighter named 'Kyber Heart' Sumi and her ambush team assemble near the open ramp, the wind from the hot and humid world flooding inside. Sumi puts her helmet on, then activates her comms to check in with the team. <<"Sumi checking in, can everyone hear me?">> Sumi moves closer to the ramp and squats to get a good view of the city below, her cape rustles behind her a bit, caught in the constant gust of wind.
In the COURT, the litigator Kothri Irys'ala is given permission to enter the throne room. The large doors open revealing a room with tall stained glass windows and a massive walkway that's marked by a purple and gold carpet all the way to the dais. A pair of thrones sit atop the dais, the larger for the King, the smaller for the Princess. Tables and chairs have been provided near the foot of the dais, with microphones to speak into; these are set up on each side of the purple walkway. Lord Lontar from the ministry of Law occupies the defendant's side, leaving the other table open for Kothri and any legal entourage she's brought with her.
<<"New comlink, who thi -- oh, hello, Sumi. It's Aejin,">> comes an answer from the self-mentioned Rattataki. The Mandalorian in the golden Dreadfinder armor stands with a hand bracing himself against the shifts of the 'Kyber Heart'. He sways and rocks slightly with the shifts of the ship. He remains quiet following that comms check. He's armored and he's armed. Now he waits, his dark tinted visor focused ahead. He takes in the silouhette of Sumi against the background visible through the YT-2550's open ramp. Further, likely on account of his armor he seems unaffected by those same hot and humid conditions. To him, in that moment, Onderon is quite the pleasant world.
In another world, in another galaxy, in another reality a bespectacled man might look to Hadrix where he stands and in mixed jeering and jocular tone exclaim 'OOo! Guns! Guns! Guns!' for the pistols strapped around him, mixed with swords, knives, ordinance, scatter gun and wookiee cannon prepared. Several types of throwing blades balanced and tucked away while he responds to the comm check after spitting out the chawed cigarra burned down to where it may just set his beard alight or blister lips, heel grinding out the embers and his helmet is pulled down to seal to his gorget.
<<"Hadrix, copy you, Sumi.">>
Adjusting his webbing at the last before he heads towards the drop doors, switching to his external comms, <"Grav belts if you got 'em..."> Gripper lowering to socket herself onto his pack, adjacent to the jetpack main fuselage, muttering to herself as she plugs in to his feeds, likely filling his helmet with her objections.
It was quite likely, that someone should have told Amal not to wear something so brilliant as to stand out like a sore thumb, but, well, no one did. And that was the least of her worries, as she waited by the ramp. She had her weapons. Check. She had her armor, such as it was, check. She did not have anything that would stop her from plummeting to the ground once she stepped out past the ramp. This could be a problem. She did not, however, make a note of this. Instead, she only tapped her comms, to activate her channel on it, "Jha, I copy. And I do not have any such equipment. Though, I suppose if there is spare rope, I could rappel down."
Alas, there is no legal entourage, nor even a dream team. Instead, there is a lone Bothan lawyer who strides condiently into the throne room, dressed to the nines in dark professional clothing--a charcoal gray jacket held open over a brilliant azure blue blouse by delicate silver chains and slacks to match. Even with the humidity of the jungle world, it seems the Bothan woman has come dressed to impress. It's her job, right? She settles herself at her table, opens her brief case to retrieve a datapad and scrolls through it for a few moments before she looks across at her opposite number, Lord Lontar, and gives him a pleasant, professional nod and a smile. Even if someone is getting black-bagged today, she's still got to put forward her best legal foot, as it were. She rises after a moment, bows slightly towards the thrones as is appropriate.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness, thank you very much for considering our petition today..." And we cut back to the exciting stuff on the drop-ship, waiting for more dramatic developments in court.
IZIZ: <"Idea is to disable their vehicles,"> Sumi intones as she straightens back to her meager height and reaches up to hold onto one of the cargo straps. <"Maybe a good shot to the engine block should bring them to a stop, then we nab this huttsucker as quickly as we can. Sana is on standby in a fast mover.. with it being the season of the Moon, Dxun and Onderon share the same atmosphere.. I have the Old and Busted idling in atmosphere on the jungle moon ready to take the fast mover and jump to Chandrila.. we just need to make sure this piece of drek doesn't make it to court. -- No disintegrations.."> The last part is intended to Hadrix, who she pokes the armored chest of, despite chuckling about it. <"If you have long rifles, let's get them set up on the ramp.. need some good shots on those speeders."> Sumi switches channels, <<"Lady Fae, bring us down over the highway.. we're good to go.">>
<<"Understood, Mistress.">>
The Kyber Heart responds to the Hapan ace pilot controlling it. She angles them down from cruising altitude to begin a low pass over the highway. It's not long before they're passing over zipping speeders. HUDs mark the three intended target speeders, and Lady Fae doesn't disappoint, she settles right in front of the lead vehicle at a height that's got a good vantage of all three. The confusion on the driver and passenger faces are laughable. <"Hahahahaha!,"> Sumi laughs, <"They don't know what the rekk is going on.. let's go, take out those engines!">
COURT:
The King nods his head, and the Princess stubbornly sits back against her seat, arms crossing, glaring daggers at the Kothri. How DARE she threaten her dalliance!! Ugh. The King seems board with the proceedings already, like his mind is set on the matter. "I thought we had put such behind us, but the Republic deems fit to flex its laws over my planet. So be it, Lord Lontar have you prepared your defense?" Lord Lontar, who returned the friendly nod to Kothri rises when he's spoken to: "Yes, your Majesty. I only await my client's arrival; we are still a bit early, sire."
"And you, Ms.. Kothri, did I say that right? Forgive me.." The King asks, gesturing toward the Bothan. "You have prepared your statement as well?"
The call for the engines to be assaulted from afar results in a firm nod from Aejin as the golden armored Mandalorian promptly retrieves, loads, and prepares his slugthrower. He chambers the lone armor piercing round before he settles down onto a knee. He continues to shift and sway with the Kyber Heart's movements. Thankfully such inconveniences as the elements aren't an immediate concern for the shooter - less so the slug - on account of his sealed suit of armor. There Aejin kneels, his rifle aimed and at the ready.
When the command to fire is given, the report of the weapon sounds off within the confines of the hold. As the slug hurtles toward its target, Aejin's already ensuring that the weapon is safe - and then secure - before he shifts about. Unslinging the long rifle-like device that is his stun net launcher, Aejin remarks across the comms for the sake of group awareness, <<"Aejin's,">> he announces of himself, likely to limit any confusion as to the speaker, <<"got a stun net launcher on-hand. Call out where it needs to be deployed, if you see the target">>. Then the Mandalorian rises up from his knee and prepares to follow Sumi forward and out. Into the skies.
No disintegrations. Shoulders shaking with the poke to his chest, Hadrix's head inclines and a gruff, humored, <"As you wish."> rumbles out of his vocalizer. Grabbing one of the long guns from the rack of so many weapons that he almost forgets this isn't his ship. Safe to say he and Sumi could likely privately arm a small private army without opening her checkbook.
Shouldered the rifle and dropping to one knee while he sights down the length, combining HUD, bionic and organic eye work together before the firing stud and launching an overcharged plasma bolt to close the distance in a blink, turning the engine block of his target into a smoking crater.
Leaping clear and drawing a winged looking blade with one hand and a spherical object in the other - akin to a thermal detonator in shape and size, but differing slightly in outward appearance.
As Amal was no long-distance fighter, she simply waited until the team was close enough for her to, with much luck, not plummet to her death, as she activated her jump boots. This was, clearly, not her accustomed mode of battle insertion, but a woman did what was necessary when it was necessary. A quick activation of her boots as she stepped out into air, and she allowed the system to do what it had been programmed to do, as she turned her attention to drawing her weapon, the rapier thin blade crackling with bright pink energy as she descended towards their targets..
Meanwhile, far from the dull action scene, the much more interesting legal proceedings are taking place. At the King's question, the Bothan woman inclines her head slightly in affirmation.
"That's correct, Your Majesty. My statement is prepared. I'm ready to give whenever you wish, though we should probably wait for Lord Lontar's client to arrive. The accused does have a right to hear the argument against him, after all." Though she knows that if all goes well, this finely crafted legal argument of hers will never see the light of day. Propriety must be respected, though.
IZIZ: Sumi took one of the slugthrower rifles, yanking back the bolt and feeding in an AP round, much like Aejin had with his own, and closed the bolt shut. She stayed in a standing shooting stance and leveled the rifle out, leaning her head against the custom wooden frame to achieve stockweld. A moment is required for sight alignment and sight picture through the custom optics on the rifle's top rail, then she fires. The round is discharged in relative succession to the other two shots, smacking the last of the vehicles right in the intended engine block. Sumi cycles the empty shell from the chamber and hangs the rifle back into the rack, becoming one of the last to disembark the ship with a roar of her jetpack.
Below, all three speeders eat duracrete, sliding along the highway causing a rather large disturbance. Traffic comes to a halt behind them, and the people in the speeders emerge to see what the rekk was going on. Four from each vehicle step out, the middle vehicle having their acquisition, Avix Mindar. <<"Target is by the middle vic. Take out these other huttsuckers, and capture Avix alive. Remember, he's former special forces, he won't go down without a fight!">>
Sumi lands at the rear vehicle, sparking her Z6 stun baton to life by twisting it to its full charge. Crackling blue energy encircles its serrated mace-like end, and she rushes toward the four on the back vehicle to disable them.
COURT:
"Your Majesty, perhaps we can just begin. I would be happy to fill my client in on the details when they arrive. Like Your Majesty has already stated, we thought this was behind us so, truly, this is only a formality, is it not?" Lord Lontar states, turning to share a sly look toward the Bothan.
The King chortles and coughs, "Careful, Lord Lontar, the Republic is serious about its litigation and will see due process done. This is not a 'check in the box', but an official inquiry. I am required to honor it to its full course."
"As you say, Your Majesty." Lord Lontar amends, looking somewhat worried.
"Ms. Kothri, the floor is yours. Please lead us off." The King says, speaking over the loud sigh of his daughter, who glares at him now, from behind!
Was Amal one of he first down? Perhaps. But what she was, most certainly, was someone who did not have a legitimate way to subdue someone temporarily. What she did have, was a weapon intended for the purpose of subduing someone permanently. This was unlikely to end well, if she kept too close to their target, but, allowing him freedom to cut and run was not the mission, and so Amal aimed herself at the middle vehicle, directing her drop to land her in the middle of the three who were not the target. And then, with the target having been secured, Amal was free to eliminate the possible threat to the group.
Her angle of descent, however, was not as precise as she might have liked, and the first strike she sent towards one of the thugs went just past, but she could adjust, now that her feet were on the ground, and she brought the weapon back into line, cutting down the thug?, bodyguard?, body? on the target's left.
'Uh'. Is likely the initial response from Aejin when he steps out from the Kyber Heart into the open air. He begins to fall, though he's at least able to control it. That fall continues on however, because the jetpack wired into the suit of Dreadfinder sputters once and fails to slow the rapid descent. He swings back with an armored fist, knocking the jetpack's housing and presumably is able to knock something vital back into alignment. Another sputter, then a roar as the jetpack fires off. The fall is slowed in time to bring Aejin in for a skittering, scraping landing on the highway. The R-49 stun net launcher hefted up and aligned to his shoulder, the visor of the Mandalorian's helmet peers down the length of the bulky weapon. As bodies begin to pile from the speeders, the stun net launcher fires with an audible BANG followed by the whip-and-zip of the stun net itself. Two targets are encompassed by the net.
Promptly Aejin begins to move; waiting for neither return fire, instructions, or direct orders. He works to sling the stun net launcher to his back, though once that's slung into place his hand reaches for the bulky grip of the Enforcer strapped menacingly to his right thigh. He also takes the time to aid his two newfound net-companions in riding the lightning. The control pad held within his palm is given a little press. Just a little one. Enough to knock them to the ground and make the two targets wet themselves, probably.
<<"Special forces still gets stuck in glop.">> Hadrix hits the ground running, jet thrusters cutting out a meter above and his body twists as if exaggerating the throw of ones arms in a sprint when the sphere gripped in one fist is released in a hard side-arm throw. Sending the gleaming metal ball into the chest of the target with a hefty 'TONK' before adhesive goo is sprayed out, enveloping the man.
<<"Don't need the rest alive, right?">> the glide wings of the rodian repulsor razor snapping open and the little engine humming to life as the big man keeps charging, chewing up the distance with long strides as the Man Wampa makes his approach.
Kothri hides a ruffle of annoyed fur as the King gently shuts down her attempt to play for time. It would be better, really, if she didn't have to present anything for this faux-legal proceeding to consider. She didn't quite have the confidence that any argument would be truly respected, but she's going to give it her best shot. So she clears her throat, glances down at her datapad.
"Of course. Now, as you well know Onderon has been a member-world of the Republic since before the days of the Empire. A long, storied history that stretches back generations! A proud history, of which I'm sure you need no reminding," Kothri continues with a smile. "And while the current Republic charter certainly allows for some leeway in the enforcement of certain laws, there are others which are quite specific. Under the Republic's Inter-System Law Enforcement Agreement, passed by the Senate in 1145, all signatories to the Republic Charter have an obligation to hand over to requesting governmental agency--OR--" she pauses there, emphasizing as she reads the law in question. "OR duly appointed and licensed bondspersons of the Bounty Hunter's Guild /any/ person or being for which a legal, proper, and correct warrant of arrest or duly appraised and approved bounty approved by the aforementioned Guild. I have here--" She raises another smaller datapad from her briefcase.
"A bounty approved by the Guild and noted as legally enforcable within Republic space. With that in mind, I'm certain you can understand why it is that my clients have the legal right to take custody of Mister Avix Mindar and transport him offworld. And according to the Republic's Inter-System Law Enforcement Agreement, the government of Onderon has the legal obligation and I dare-say legal /duty/ to deliver him to my client's custody."
IZIZ:
The group at the rear of the convoy did not expect a Mandalorian to run up behind them. Sumi cracks three of them with the large baton before they realize what's going on. Each touch of the baton emits a thunderous charge that jettisons the victim away from the wielder. By the time the third guard has been dispatched, Sumi is on the fourth, who has pulled their sidearm to begin firing at the Mando. He misses out right, in a panic that prompts him to backpedal.
At the front of the convoy, Aejin has successfully made two guards fall beneath a shocking net, wetting themselves and crying out at the debilitating shocks! The other two enforcers use their vehicle as cover and open fire on the Mando, popping off two blaster shots and holding their ground.
Meanwhile, Amal and Hadrix are left to contend with the two guards remaining at the middle vehicle, both of who used blasters, firing wildly at the two trying to gun them down and get them away from their charge, Avix, which was glopped and frozen, incapable of intervening in the battle, but not unaware.
<<"This is Sana, bringing in the fast mover now. Eee Tee Ayy thirty seconds.">>
COURT:
The King doesn't respond to the litigation's argument, it's not his duty to; that falls to the defendant's counsel, who the King looks toward and gestures. "Lord Lontar, your response, please sir."
Lord Lontar begins sifting through a few datapads, even after the King has addressed him to respond. It takes a few panicked moments, but the Lord manages. "Yes, erm, well being that Onderon has an obligation, but no mandatory clause to surrender persons of interest, I daresay there is no law that overtly states that it is Onderon's responsibility to apprehend or surrender the person in question. Suffice to say, if the Guild, or by extension, the Republic /wants/ this alleged fugitive then they must get them by their own cognizance. We are not required by any stretch of the law to extradite or apprehend a person who has proven law abiding whilst occupying our purview; we have no just cause."
The King looks back to Kothri then, lazily gesturing. "Your response, Ms. Kothri?"
The blaster round strikes the Mandalorian's chestplate, leaving the aurodium-plated scorched black with the impact of the thug's crimson bolt. Aejin wastes little time charging forward. His last step or two become something akin to a loping skip, just as his jetpack fires. It's not a little sputter this time. This time the jetpack fires and it fires hard. Which sends Aejin up at a sharp angle, it sputters, and then it fires again midway through his tumble forward. The Mandalorian in his suit of Dreadfinder slams into the disabled speeder, leaving him crumpled and sprawled across its roof.
He lays there for approximately two and a half seconds. There is surely a grunt from the Rattataki, but it's just as surely concealed within the sealed environment of his armor. He rolls from the speeder's roof and the Z6 riot control baton is whipped from his side, crackling to life as he growls out menacingly, <"GAH MY HIP!">
Which probably wasn't the battlecry he'd planned to growl out through his vocoder. But it's the one the thugs got.
A message alert scrolls and what Hadrix hears bobs his head while a near purring sound emits from the big man's vocalizer, <<"Copy.">> left arm arching up to send the repulsor aided blade soars past one of those who had been defending the now adhesive coated Avix. Blood trailing after and the glider knife keeps going. Raising high and beginning a turn towards the signal beacon in Hadrix's gauntlet.
Leaning into the impact of the blast bolt striking his shoulder pauldron the Massive Mandalorian's right arm comes up with a pair of three pointed stars while he watches for Amal, keeping his 'firing lines' clear so to speak.
Amal, who clearly had no thought for such things as self-preservation, or the avoidance of pain, turned directly into the line of fire of one of the tugs as they began firing wildly at the rekking crew. A hiss of pain was bitten back as the bolt seared a long across her chest, dirtying the pristine white of her armor with the indignity of a scorched hole, and burned flesh. Well, they would simply have to pay for that. Dry-cleaning and tailoring on a backwater like Nar Shaddaa was not cheap. She darted forward, a half pirouette bringing her sword down in a slash as she cut down the offending blaster wielder, before she completed the turn, the rapier snapping out with liquid grace as the now whip spun out to wrap around the throat of the thug still at the first vehicle, a two-handed grip and a pull with all of her weight behind it both dragging the man back towards her, and doing irreparable damage to his throat and spin.
"While Lord Lontar is correct in some regards, he's disregarding Ifilzi vs. Gatelenta. In /that/ case, which has marked similarities to the situation here the Gatelentan government /was/ compelled to hand over a fugitive, so I think that there's precedent in Republic law for someone who has violated the law in another Republic system to be handed over to the proper authorities," Kothri insists firmly.
IZIZ:
Sumi hits the inside of the Thug's leg, breaking it and reducing them to a kneel in front of her. They have time to look up and see the downward swing of Sumi dragging the electrified serrated edge against their forehead. CRACK. They'll never breathe again. Recalling the baton and hooking it back to her belt, Sumi unhooks a signal smoke grenade and triggers the fuse, releasing the spoon and tossing it out in the open. <<"Sana, this is Sumi, confirm you see the signal smoke. We're ready for acquisition extraction.">>
<<"Copy.. I .. see it. Moving in now for the dust off; stand by..">> Sana's fighter arrives from above, slowing from the supersonic thunderous noise to adopting a hover just above the vehicles. Smoke of purple hue billows around the Y-Wing, its canopy lifting up with Sana standing. <"RAIN.. LOWER HOVER!"> Sana calls out to the droid in the socket. The Y-Wing lowers further, making it possible for the ground crew to lift the acquisition up and drop him in the spare seat. Sana raises her wrist and fires a saber dart into Avix's exposed neck, yielding a paralyzing agent intended to stun him so Glop spray can be used to free him from his sticky situation. <"HE'S SLEEPING NOW!">
COURT:
"By acting with out due cause, Ms. Kothri, please. Laws are not built on precedent, only proven fact. If my client has not violated the law here in Onderon, then what law would we enforce in his apprehension?"
The doors to the court open and a guard strides forward to address the court in session. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, My Lord.. pardon the intrusion, it seems there has been a situation. Avix's convoy is not responding to our transmissions. We have reports of a major disturbance on the highway, and trackers on his speeders have him there. We suspect he is in danger!"
"In danger?!" Shrieks the Princess, who rises up. "Was this court some ruse? Was it intended to draw him out to be captured?! YOU.. YOU cannot do that!" She points and glares at Kothri!
A twist of his torso and a thrust of his shoulder sends Aejin rolling and then sliding toward the edge of the speeder's roof. When one thug drops suddenly as a result of Amal Jha's timely interference with her electro whip, Aejin's baton crackles to life. He swings his arm out, sending the less-than-lethal riot control baton crackling and twirling outward at the awaiting head of the thug that is in that moment turning and preparing to level their blaster at the skyfallen Mandalorian. The riot baton connects, resulting in a thudding thwap before the crackling zap of energy transfers from baton to thug. The latter drops promptly. At which point Aejin continues his roll and then slide from atop the speeder, grunting through his comm, <<"First vehicle's secured,">> he comments through a pair of heavy breaths.
Once he's firmly back on the ground, Aejin's golden helmet turns to regard the whip-wielding Amal. His helmet dips, a firm nod conveyed from the golden armored Mandalorian to the white one.
Coming to a halt at Avix, throwing stars tucked into his belt, Hadrix hunkers down to look at the man where he lay, red glow behind the visor falling on the darted individual. Dissolving spray used on the adhesive to begin its melting away before his gaze is on the descending Y-Wing, a nod given to Sana and he puts a hand to either side of the ribs to heft Mindar bodily.
<<"Coming to you, Sana.">> turning into a shot-putters lunge, of a sorts, to hurl the target up bodily to the capture vessal, the Boar-Wolf of Ealor ticks two fingers off the right side of his helmet in a sloppy salute for the Mandalorian woman before he starts away from the vehicles, left hand snapping up to catch the buzzing glider knife by the grip before it can surge past.
<<"Sumi, target loaded. Starting exfil.">> a nod given to Amal and then a look to Aejin before one hand is in the air, two fingers skyward before twirling in a tight circle.
A quick once around, to ensure that all of the nearby threats had been eliminated, and Amal lowered her weapon to low ready. She was not so confident of the mob not to swarm, now that the fighting had eased down, to resheath it. She was happy to remain where she was, a snap of her wrist returning the whip to its rapier form, while the cargo was being loaded. So, she waited, giving Aejin an uptick of her chin in acknowledgement. Only once the ship had arrived, and the cargo had been manhandled, did the weapon disappear back beneath her duster, and the echani move to climb back into the ship. of her injury, she made no comment, and offered no complaint. Pain was the way one improved. Ah, well. This was bound to happen eventually, wasn't it? Kothri puts on her best 'what in the sweet Force can you be talking about' face, and looks just about as shocked as she can as the princess turns an accusing finger on this mild-mannered lawyer from Bothawui. Her datapad falls from her hands and she shakes her head urgently.
"Your Highness, that is a /highly/ irregular accusation to make. I am an attorney licensed to practice throughout the Republic and I would /never/ think of endangering my professional standing by participating in some sort of... some sort of /ruse/! I understand your feelings, your highness, but I was told by my client that they would be using my services to argue for Mister Avix's apprehension in court! This is outrageous!" There's a ripple of anger through the Bothan woman's fur.
"In all my years practicing law, I have /never/ been accused of such a thing! And in a court of law, no less!" She begins to shove her datapads back into her briefcase, fairly trembling with suppressed anger.
"Your Majesty, I move for a recess until I can address this with my client. Though with the way I've just been treated, I doubt I shall be returning to this venue," she sniffs with as much wounded pride as can be mustered.
IZIZ:
The canopy closes over Sana and Avix, and the Y Wing dips, nacelles scraping along the duracrete before the afterburners kick it skyward. It reaches supersonic speed shortly after, zipping into the clouds and toward the green moon that dominates a portion of the sky. There, Old and Busted, a Marauder class corvette, waits in idle anticipation for the fighter to land before it zips to hyperspace.
The crew returning to the Kyber Heart have one stop left to make, and when Sumi lands on the ramp and signals it closed, the craft heads toward the space port to pick up their lawyer, Kothri Irys'ala.
COURT:
"Given the circumstances, I believe it is not clear just /what/ Mr. Mindar is experiencing." The King says, sounding as a voice of reason to rein in his daughter, and ease tensions in the court. "I will dispatch investigation teams to assess the situation. I see no reason to continue this court session until Mr. Mindar is found and escorted to attend his own bloody hearing."
The King stands. "You are free to leave. Be well, Lord Lontar, Ms. Kothri."
"BUT.. FATHER, please.. apprehend her! She had to have KNOWN! FATHER PLEASE!"
"That is QUITE enough out of you. You will not say another word or I will smack it from your mouth!" The King spits back.
The Princess dips her head, shrinking from her father, and sparing a glare toward Kothri. "..yes father.."
