Bajazet visit � talking with Mentat Chardin

 

 

 

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_____________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Chardin_____________________
Fullname:� Chardin Rikkon Klees������ Faction:�� Ginaz���������������������
Title:���� Master of Assassins�������
Position:� Mentat and Master of Assassins
Address:�� Master Klees�������������
Age:������ 55

Background:
������� A sterling graduate of the Mentat academy on Kaitain, Chardin spent over a decade teaching at his alma matter, a full professor at the age of 18, before continuing on to serve as a thinktank in the Imperial Hegemon, the military directorate of the Emperor's levies. There he served with great distinction, orchestrating several victories for the late Emperor Fredhrick, before leaving voluntarily during the chaos of the reign of Jeon. Services of this mentat amongst mentats highly bid upon by many a House Major, he chose House Ginaz during the dying gasps of the Lear regime, and has been instrumental in maintaining peace and stability in the House's embassy on Kaitain in the absence of a Siridar-Marquis.
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������� Sisay has a tall and imposing figure, her black curly hair bundled tightly with a silver hair-pin. Her black eyes express a calm state of mind. Her pink lips are held tight together as if sealing the many secrets which lie beyond.
������� She wears a black combinezon made of light material. A black jacket with red lines on the arms and back protects her torso and chest. She wears a couple of black war boots.
 

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<<Chardin comes in next day to see what the little brat has to say ... >>

<<This all happens in a Ginaz Embassy room, designated as ad-hoc prison cell, just for the little Ginaz :) >>

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A young lady sits down on the floor with her back leaned against the western wall of the room. Two Solude guards stand near the door with unexpressive faces. The young lady murmurs a song while playing with what seems to be a necklace or an amulet of some sort.
 

Chardin enters the chamber, a distinct and quite glaring frown upon the Mentat's normally so cordial visage. He takes one look at the Solude watchdogs and orders in a voice full of authority not accustomed to being disobeyed. "You will withdraw ... now. I must speak with the Lady Ginaz alone."
 

Sisay looks up as she hears the sharp tone, a frightened look on her face which quickly changes to a hopeful one as she notices her Mentat. Yes, _her_ Mentat whom she might aswell call uncle. It was he who tutored her on Marcinko and it is he who made her rattled nerves calm down on Kaitain. A blush appears on the Lady's face as the guards silently retreat after exchanging astonished looks but obey the order given. She is aware of her position, still a prisoner in her own house as she speaks with an embarrased tone: "H..Hello! Master Chardin!" She stands up with her right hand still clutched on her mysterious amulet at her chest.

Chardin heaves with a heavy sigh and takes a long, hard look at his troublesome charge. "M'lady," he states in a voice grim with discipline, "I understand you have gotten yourself into trouble ... again."

Sisay sighs as she drops her hand from her chest, revealing the mysterious amulet: a big bear's claw which hangs on her neck tied with a plain leather band. Knowing Sisay, she must have done the 'artwork' herself. She sighs and whispers, eyes down "Yes, but it is not entirely my fault this time. And the so called punishment is a complete violation of ... of... of common sense! She freaked out for nothing!" The last words she exclaims in rage, waving her hand at the room, most probably refering to the Swordmistress.

Chardin shakes his head sadly and settles down into a vacant chair some few feet away. "The Lady Renada does not act without reason. She could be a mentat if she weren't so devoted to mechanical tinkering. But enough of her, Sisay, I want to know why you acted like that ... and why you have the hand of a dead animal strapped around your neck."

Puzzled for a moment, the young girl looks at her 'necklace' and says: "Oh! This?" as she takes it gently into her hand. "This is the bear's claw I fought with on Marcinko. You know the story! Two years ago? WHen I ran from home into the forest? I slept in the woods and the big bear came out? And I fought with it and killed it? This is a ... reminder of that moment which changed my life... or was about to end it... It was Ulricke's idea I made an amulet out if it. And I wear it in... grim moments..." her voice fades out. A moment's pause and she continues: "So, any chance I can say my side of the story?"

Chardin musters a faint, encouraging smile and nods, relenting, settling back in his chair with utterly calm and contemplative mien. "You may, m'lady."

Sisay looks at the other chair posted near the Mentat, but with a frown she pulls it away and sits herself down on the ground, legs crossed in front of her, looking upwards at the Master. She really looks like a nasty brat. When will she grow up? When will she become a real Lady? She definitely has it in her but she always likes to show this strange and alien side of her. Sisay says: "Well, I went to the Bajazet embassy, much out of boredom. The swordmaster Aleikum was so kind as to accomodate me and I brouhgt them a bottle of vintage Marcinko wine. Some time, after chatting with the Bajazet master, the Lady Felizia came in, the Sultan's concubine as I learned... " She interrupts her story as she hears a servant on the corridor. She yells: "Hey, can anyone get me a tea or something? Or is parching part of the Solude punishing practice?"

Chardin gestures in order for the guards to comply, allowing the beverage to be served. He nods encouragingly and bids, "Continue."
 

Sisay thanks the servant and quietly sips the cold tea for a moment. Then she chuckles and continues. "Yes, and after that concubine mistook me for Aleikum's mistress or lover or whatever, ew started having a nice chat. All untill she mentioned about a verbal process or something I didn;t understand and then she told me about their problems with the Harkonnens." She sighs deeply, sips from the tea again and continues: "I totally complied with her about how rude and evil and disgustfull they are. Real beasts! But my _only_ and single mistake was that I said that there are _some_ Harko's which might be okay. And I named my friend, Ulricke. No! Don't say it! She _is_ my friend. So the concubine got mad at me for liking the Harkonnens. Oh, god, how narrow! I tried to explain that Uli is my friend and as such, this is my personal oppinion, but generally speaking I agree with her about the Harkonnens. But she took it as an insult and threw me out." She stops with a soul-deep sigh.

Chardin mutters something under his breath, though it is not clear what. "Sisay," he calmly instructs, "You must understand ... The Bajazet had an entire world of theirs destroyed by the Harkonnen, every man woman and child put to sword because of their Baron's thirst for blood. They hate him and all his ilk, as would anyone who suffered to such a degree. She was referring to the Proces Verbal, a legal charge by which House Bajazet can be recompensed for the wrongs committed against them ... but only through acquiescence of the Landsraad High Council."

Sisay nods. "Very nice. I'd even join their quest in destroying Giedi Prime themselves. But we had a casual talk, nothing official, and I was refering to one individual which happens to be my friend. I never insulted anyone, God forgive me if I did. It's not my fault that that ... woman took it personally. And speaking of which, since when do I have to explain myself in front of a ... of a... concubine... She's almost a slave!" She frowns.
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Chardin shakes his head in adamance. "She is no slave, she is the concubine of the Sultan's own son and present heir, m'lady. A very powerful woman indeed. What she may have been in the past is now inconsequential."

Sisay frowns again and mutters: "Doh! And it's not _my_ fault she is narrow-minded!" She sighs and gulps down all the tea and places the cup near her on the ground. "If Renada'd let me out of this god-damn room, I'd go directly to the Sultan, with your aid I'd be picking up a neat present and appologize to him. He'd understand me." She sounds very sure of herself.

Chardin asks, quite pointedly, "If the Honored Concubine didn't understand you, what makes you think the Sultan shall?"

Sisay looks again puzzled around. "Well, he's ... umm... he's a Sultan, right? And he's supposed to have more brain than that concubine to know that I didn't mean it as Felizia understood... And I'd assure him of my and our good intentions and I'd promise never to talk about the Harkonnens in Bajazet company again..." She beams her smile, confident of her flawless thinking... But a mentat surely know better...

Chardin chuckles in bemusement and shakes his head. "I think not, Sisay. Regardless of your ... accomodations, I think at least for a while we are going to have to keep you confined to the embassy, if only to allow this to pass over. This House has too much riding on the LHC elections to risk a scandal or matter of discontent arise."

Sisay drops her shoulders, hands knitted before her as she sits on the carpeted floor. She looks down, her gaze lost on the carpet's motives. She says in a whisper: "I only ment it good."

Chardin sadly nods. "I know, but sometimes it is the best of intentions which brings about the worst of results, m'lady. The Swordmistress and I probably agree inasmuch as we both likely feel you need more training and instruction."
 

Sisay forwns "I wish no training with the Countess Solude. She acted rudely and in an unpropper manner. I will obey whatever you say, but _not_ the Countess. I don;t care of her intentions but I will do exactly nothing nor speak anything with her in the same room as me untill she apologizes. And returns my father's guards. They were, in fact _your_ secret service guards, dispatched to my father, who in turn ordered them to protect me. They are not under the Countess' command and they did their job." Her glimmering black eyes sparkle wildly as she talks.

Chardin assures flatly, no rush to jump to conclusions in that analytical mind of his, "I will speak to your Father on the matter, m'lady. Until such time as he chooses to address the situation, however, I will keep an eye on you and ensure that you are not too greatly distressed."


Sisay sighs. She stands up on her knees and scurries closer to the Master. She puts an arm on his knee and looks up to him. She whispers "I trust you, Master. I would give my life if you'd commanded. But that... rag-tag Countess my uncle brought... she's evil. I don't know her and I certainly don't trust her." She sighs and looks down again. "I know I screwd it up again this time, but, please... help me to redeem myslef... help me in talking with the Sultan, when the time is right and applogize myself..."

Chardin pats the enthusiastic student's arm affectionately. "I will do everything I can for you, Sisay. I'll personally take the matter up with the Sultan or the Concubine Felizia, and we will smooth this over. It is no immense affront, but we must be careful right now. We are walking on eggshells until we have that seat on the Landsraad High Council."
 

Sisay mutters: "I understand." She smiles hopefully and says: "Please find a way to redeem myself. Maybe I can be some assistance ... somewhere..." Hope lights again on the young Lady's eyes.

Chardin cracks a broad smile and assures in his most soothing tone, "You will, Sisay. I promise you. This will all be forgotten soon enough."
 

Sisay smiles once again, confident that her Mentat will help her. He is a real gentleman and a real friend. "So, I suppose I'd have to get acquainted with the Solude guards, right?"
 

Chardin shoots a wan glance towards the doorway and nods. "I fear so. They ... will be around for a while."
 

Sisay frowns and says: "you know, they never behaved... not even when I was... well... not arrested... But if anyone'll lay a hand on me, he's dead." She looks the Mentat in the eyes, fingering the claw thoughtfully. Yes, that could be a formidable weapon if used right, and the brat might just know how to use it.
 

Chardin lifts a finger in paternal, tutorial mien. "Careful, Sisay. I think you should remember how that temper has put you in troublesome situations in the past."
 

Sisay grins. "No worries, Master. I just need an ace in my hand... just in case... you know..."
 

Chardin shakes his head and assures as he rises, smoothing out his robes fastidiously, "It will not come to that, m'lady. Trust in your Mentat to see to that much."
 

Sisay beams one of her innocent and sweet smiles. "Of course I trust you. More than you'll know." She looks at the claw again and says: "I keep it because it's the only thing that is... known to me." She points at the room. "I need something of my own in this... cell or whatever..."

Chardin frowns faintly, thinking on something though he does not say what. "We will have to see about changing that. I am of the opinion that you should be allowed to remain within your own chambers."

Sisay sighs deeply and nods. "That would be nice... but I don't think cold-heart-countess 'll do that..."

Chardin flashes a wry wink. "The 'cold-hearted countess' is not as cold-hearted as you may think, Sisay. I think you may be surprised."
 

Sisay raises an eyebrow and mutters: "That'll be the day..." Poor kid... As soon as someone raises her tone, she thinks the whole world is against her...
 

Chardin sighs, and notes as he walks towards the doorway, "Well it may be today if I can find the elusive Lady Renada. Trust me, Sisay ... You'll not be here long."
 

Sisay raises up in a smile and runs to the Master happily giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. She waves and says: "Thank youfor listening ... and ... see you soon!"

Chardin colours faintly, not used to such abject affection. He inclines his head dutifully and assures, "As soon as possible," before leaving, in rather a great hurry at that.
 

Chardin walks to the east and passes through the Plasteel Doors.
Chardin has left.