Stormclouds Gather

[Jayce]

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The gravity generators aboard the Taureau worked overtime to keep the ship stable as Marie angled the nose of the craft just off-center from the Scylla. Despite her skill, she preferred never to be backed into a corner, and always desired a way out, just in case. Deft fingers danced over consoles, narrowing the communications frequency until the half-animated image of Rogue mastermind finally rendered itself visible. Reaching for the communications panel, the younger woman quickly depressed a toggle labelled faire taire, before locking eyes with her mother once more.

"We should've brought Vivienne and a flight of Jaguars, we're-" The statement was cut short, interrupted by a disapproving glare and a few muttered words from Yolande.

"I was clear, Marie. Best behavior. Restore the transmission, rapidement." Returning her gaze to the viewscreen, Yolande offered a gentle smile, followed by a regal curtsy. Much was at stake in this meeting, far more than simple credits, and the well-experienced matriarch would not see it spoiled by the mouthing-off of a scared young woman. The mute toggle was switched off, and Yolande began her long-practiced diplomatic dance.

"An escort was hardly necessary, monsieur. I prefer to tread lightly, whenever possible. Cause no trouble, and no trouble will arrive at your doorstep." Contrary to the rough, gruff, static-filled transmission emanating from the Scylla, Yolande's own communications beam was far more focused, no doubt a result of extensive modifications to her ship. As her home away from home, her office, and her chariot, it wouldn't serve to be out of communication with her daughters and soldiers because of simple things such as range or interference. As such, her own visage was rendered in near-perfect detail to her future partner.

"As for the trip, thankfully uneventful. A boring day is a safe day." Yolande began to take in the view of the well-dressed Rogue, looking as resplendent as possible for someone in his position. She was certainly impressed, most she had spoken to considered the Rogues to be uncouth barbarians, suitable only for menial legwork the Maltese were too aloof to be bothered with. "The rumors I've heard of your men did not paint them as such a group of... messieurs distingués. To see those words rendered untrue is vindicating, to say the least." Resting a hand over her breast, Yolande offered another gleaming-white smile, light playing from the silver pins run through her hair.

"Mon ami, if it pleases you, may I come in?"

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