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[vergeofgreatness]

Who: Tarkin, Krennic, and Sauron
What: the best dressed genocidal lords find themselves trapped in Ancient Egypt
When: Jan 17th
Where: Ancient Egypt book
Warnings: mentions of genocide, mass destruction, etc. Spoilers for Catalyst/Rogue One


I have you now.

There was no time to figure out who had said that or where the voice had come from before there was sudden darkness around him. Governor Tarkin had been right beside him a moment ago, they had been discussing something, he couldn't recall what, but then there was sand and for a moment they lost sight of each other.

By the time the sand settled he looked around but only saw enough light to just see that he was in some kind of stone passageway. It was hot, it almost felt like he was inhaling sand.

"Tarkin- " he heard the sounds of someone else nearby but a glint of color caught his eye. Someone else was there. "And whoever else is here, I suggest you reveal yourself." His hand strayed to his blaster but didn't draw it just yet. He wanted to see what he was dealing with first.

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[handbehindempire]

What they'd been discussing before hardly mattered in the face of the sudden blast of heat and that unfamiliar voice. And someone else unknown with them. Tarkin frowned, drawing in shallow breathes to avoid breathing in the sand he was sure was all around.

"If you'd care to open your eyes, you would see I am right beside you." Oh so neutrally, wasn't he nice? Although, Krennic did have a point of demanding the unknown reveal themselves. Not that he'd ever say as much.

"Perhaps our friend wishes to remain unknown so we might guess?"

[annatarr]

There is a time and a place, Mairon thinks, for burning shit to the ground in annoyance. This was perhaps, one of those times, but the cat (at least that was what it called itself) made it very, very clear that burning things in the Library was very much prohibited. And not in the way that made the Maia want to laugh and do it anyway, but in the way that made it actually impossible. Which was... impressive. He was going to have to find out how this place did that.

Sooner rather than later.

As it stood now, he was no longer in the Library. At least, he didn't think he was. It was far warmer.

The Maia snorts, and with a thought the sand disappears from around him and it becomes obvious that he was not alone.

Men.

The Maia just barely contains an eyeroll. There was a play nice rule in effect until he was able to figure the ways of this place out, until he could figure out how everyone worked, how he might manipulate them for Melkor's gain. SO, instead of cutting the tongues out of the idiots that dare speak to him with such a tone, Marion steps forward with something of a charming smile upon his face.

Well, charming if he did not tower over them both, in swathes of fabric so black it seemed not even light could escape it, ringed with red and gold, much like his eyes.

"You suggest I reveal myself? Or you ask that I might do such a thing." His voice is tinged with amusement, carefully cultivated and showing no signs of his annoyance. "However, Tarkin, " He pauses, a moment where his mind is but barely there between the three of them. "And Krennic, it is a pleasure to make something like your acquaintance."

There is another moment before Mairon bows, shallowly, gold eyes amused. "I am Mairon, I believe we are here thanks to that infernal Library?"

[vergeofgreatness]

"Oh, how fortunate you weren't lost in the sand." His tone was flat, however, with little emotion. He wouldn't exactly have mourned the governor's disappearance. But his attention was diverted, moving his gaze from Tarkin to his strange man.

"A pleasure, truly." Krennic was not a fool enough to believe such a charming smile. Appearances were almost always deceiving. He didn't respond at first, assuming that this person had overheard them talking to each other to catch their names. There was something more here, something he couldn't quite put his finger on and he took a moment to look Mairon over carefully.

Tarkin may be a fool but Krennic assumed that the other man could pick up on that as well.

"It seems that is the case and so we must find our way out with riddles."

[handbehindempire]

Well, since their companion was kind enough to blast sand away from them...he smiled politely, turning with military precision to look over the being who had to be a Force-user. Or, if the strange voice was to be believed, they'd been brought together with someone utterly new, with abilities similar, greater, or lesser than the Jedi and Sith he knew.

The smile only warned him to keep an eye on this tall being, as if he wouldn't already. "Thank you for making it possible to see," he said pleasantly enough, since Krennic hadn't bothered using his manners once again. "Perhaps now we might get to those riddles so we may return?"

[annatarr]

There is animosity between the two men, Mairon can feel it and-- files it away for later. That, he knows, will be useful, unlike the men themselves. Though he would admit to being mildly curious about them; they were a new creation on Arda when he was taken from there, perhaps he might learn a thing or two about what makes them and be able to use it to his advantage.

"Mmm, you are welcome. Though this place does leave much to be desired by the way of what meets the eye." There is something of a sneer on his face, not that he cared what a place may look like, it was better than the Void that was certain. "I am curious to see what this creature of riddles looks like."

Wants to take it apart, really. Ideas and all that.

[vergeofgreatness]

"It does seem rather...primitive, doesn't it?" Krennic remarked with distaste as he drew his blaster. He wasn't sure what was in this place or if the weapon would be effective but it was better than nothing. Worse case, he could always just shoot Tarkin for his own satisfaction, at least.

"Perhaps you may be willing to take point, Governor Tarkin. I'm sure we could benefit from having someone with your skills leading the way. With guidance, of course, I would hate for you to get lost." There had to be traps along the way and if there were, it was better they got Tarkin and not him.