The Baroness may observe some courtesies, and she may be reasonable enough to offer terms... but she did not, after all, make any promises about the generosity of said terms. He does seem to have inferred correctly their view on other Eliksni, however. The Baroness's helm inclines a little.
"All Houses stand alone." Her voice rolls out a little slower on those words. Lexoris stirs a little, but says nothing. Something of far more import is at hand, and the vandal, like the guard, keeps his attention on Loki as the Baroness shifts position, reaches a lower hand into the shadows behind her throne, and raises something for Loki to see. It's a box - no, a cage: the top and bottom are dark metal, but the four sides are shimmering blue force-fields.
Trapped within them, floating helplessly, is Ghost.
The little bot has to catch himself as the box is lifted so abruptly, looking around in silent, frightened bewilderment, his single optic a dot of blue light in the gloom. It widens when he focuses on Loki, but then he's jolted again, Pelsor setting the box on the arm of her throne and planting her hand atop it. Out of her sight, Ghost startles downward a little, his optic turned up to the giant Fallen he can't see looming above him.
"This is what I offer. Accept my terms, and they have their ghoul again." She looks down at the cage, all her eyes narrowing in contempt. "I do not know if dead things keep honor. But this peace buys life for many Houseless... and the Light-thief."
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"All Houses stand alone." Her voice rolls out a little slower on those words. Lexoris stirs a little, but says nothing. Something of far more import is at hand, and the vandal, like the guard, keeps his attention on Loki as the Baroness shifts position, reaches a lower hand into the shadows behind her throne, and raises something for Loki to see. It's a box - no, a cage: the top and bottom are dark metal, but the four sides are shimmering blue force-fields.
Trapped within them, floating helplessly, is Ghost.
The little bot has to catch himself as the box is lifted so abruptly, looking around in silent, frightened bewilderment, his single optic a dot of blue light in the gloom. It widens when he focuses on Loki, but then he's jolted again, Pelsor setting the box on the arm of her throne and planting her hand atop it. Out of her sight, Ghost startles downward a little, his optic turned up to the giant Fallen he can't see looming above him.
"This is what I offer. Accept my terms, and they have their ghoul again." She looks down at the cage, all her eyes narrowing in contempt. "I do not know if dead things keep honor. But this peace buys life for many Houseless... and the Light-thief."