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"!!? *ahem* ...Welcome. You may proceed." Needless to say neither Bertuccio or Baptistain could see Twilight until he said something. He appeared quickly and quietly. Baptistain reccognized the man from earlier. "Back again huh?" After the brief exchange, Bertuccio would introduce Twilight to the rest of the guests. "Introducing-- Twilight, Leader of the Black Company." The man was free to enter the building, now that his invitation was received.

KB snorted to himself quietly at the mention of Twilight's title, muttering the word traitor as he turned back to Than. Tegral and his goons could wait for awhile, as could the other people at the party. For the moment, KB simply wanted to speak with Than for a moment. Moving towards the reclusive young man, KB nodded to the cup before coming to a stop before the man, glancing curiously at the eye. "How're you feeling Than? It's been awhile..." KB asked genuinely, his quirky nature seeming to take a step back for the moment.

Having been denied the chance at conversation with someone new Kah glared daggers at KB's back and sent a low powered relay to Rookin, who was now turning towards the former figure head. Standing a bit dejected the cybernetic woman turned away from her potential source of entertainment for the evening and wandered through the party. So far her night just plain sucked.

Rookin, having received Kah's transmission, turned away from the hacking man in the corner he had been about to approach and started towards him. Seems the little heretic was to be found with a rather emo, (Emo?) looking young man against a far wall of the establishment. Because of the distance from the actual gathering of the people the space opened provided both Than and KB with a fine field of vision, the fact that Rookin damn near shone in his silvery armor added to his 'look at me' effect. Whether either of the pair saw him, KB's back turned to him and likely Than's attention fixated on the godless heathen, was really of no concern as Rookin had been ordered to find KB and deliver the object without folly, and so he would.

Tegral approached Mastema in much the same way he approached his friends, with neither an expression nor a word of greeting. Standing there, he sized the lord of the Citadel up and was ashamed of what he saw. Pitiful and girly to boot, Mastema had all the characteristics one would see in a gothic homo, what with his long black hair and leather bound attire. Pitiful b*****d. Without regard of being rude or intruding in on the conversation Tegral said, very plainly, "Mastema?"

Whether or not Mastema would recognize the Admiral, though it wasn't hard to figure out who he was regardless of recognition since his announcement pit him as either Tegral, Rookin, or Kah and of the three only the Admiral himself would have business to attend to with the Lord of the Citadel.

Garbed in a sharp black tuxedo, Tegral's black dress shoes polished until they shone like dark mirrors, the Admiral looked fitted for any formal ball and with the exception of a few others present put the rest to shame for 'black tie' affairs. He stood a well built height of six foot five and had a muscular frame that made the front of his creamy white undershirt strain against his pectoral muscles. Under each flap of his dress jacket, as apparent when ever he extended his arm out, a pair of empty holsters were in evidence and were only that way so that he might gain admittance to the party. Though in truth the lack of weapons did little to concern the Admiral who was very confident in his ability to crush all of these little whelps with great ease.

*Kaiori makes her way over to grab a drink, a somber sway in her hips. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and lets out a soft sigh as her new muscles flex under the fabric of the dress. Her pretty blue eyes show that she isn’t very much into the mood for a party. Bell and Griffin discuss in private for awhile longer, later they might approach another party of people but currently they are satisfied talking to each other. Bell held no feelings for anyone in the room really, but Griffin felt as if he knew everyone a little too well.*

Twi snorted, knowing it was pretty much only a title that he'd used. It was technically true.... although there wasn't much of a Black Company left. Twi just laughed and waved lightly to Baptistian in response to his comment. "I guess I am. And don't worry, lugnut shouldn't be stopping by today."

Than noticed that someone was approaching him, but the moment KB came into the picture that same person seemed to back off. Perhaps Than would pursue her after KB was done with to see what was the matter with her. "Biding my time," was the answer KB received. Just a cursory glance would show Than was blind; that didn't need to be explained, and his augmented stature made it obvious he hadn't lounged in a chair for the last year. "My younger brothers and sister were actually able to celebrate their second birthday without worrying about some outside attack by you, your lapdog, or otherwise notorious people. My condolences on your own misfortune." Than grinned to himself, drinking the last of his punch and placing the empty cup beside him. "Pardon me but I'd appreciate it if you step back about 5 meters if the one coming at us is after you."

Tegral would receive a somewhat laid back smirk from Mastema. It was easy to see Tegral was disappointed at this being the man who'd caused his army such grief. "The one and the same." Mastema extended his white gloved hand to the general. If anyone was going to start a skirmish here, it would be Tegral.

"The Admiral," Rookin began, drawing from a simple leather ruttsack a small rectangular device, "Bids that you keep this on your persons. He says you may have need of it." A cell phone, plain and simple, with a flip front and silver keys. If KB was any sort of paranoid he'd check the thing for a bomb, rightly so since Tegral was more than happy to put a small bomb into the thing and direct a good half kiloton worth of explosions straight through the figure head's...well head. But, alas, if KB was expecting such a blatant act of outright hostility from the Admiral he would be sorely mistaken. It was a simple phone, with only a transmitter and receiver, with hardly enough memory to contain fifty numbers. An old phone perhaps? Extending the phone towards KB the solid, gruff, old man would stand there until the man took it, or, should KB refuse, he would crush it in his fist and leave it at that. The Admiral had said try, but cared little of the out come it seemed.

Mastema's trouble for his army rested solely on his barrier, and nothing else. Though the Lord of the Citadel thought himself fancy and clever with his Zenogais designs and what not, who was his latest? Omega? Regardless, they were pitiful excuses to the sort of technological marvels the Admiral could produce. At any rate it was for a different day than this to discuss the pros and cons of his cybernetic designs, or maybe not? It was a party, and rightly so the two would and should mingle.

"A pleasure to finally meet the man I've been trying so hard to kill these past months." Taking Mastema's hand in his own, Tegral's grip firm but not overly so, the Admiral politely shook his hand and gave a half smirk of his own. How Mastema could even guess at what he was feeling, granted he had no real feelings and the fake muscles of his face had not responded to his inner thoughts, was up for grabs, but it wasn't as if the Admiral had known that Mastema knew, so inquires would have to wait until someone coughed up some knowledge of knowing...such a paradox. "I trust you've been in good health?"

Than listened passively to the little trade off between Rookin and KB, guessing that Rookin was one of KB's confidants in giving a gift to KB from an 'Admiral.' Than wasn't terribly interested, so he moved away in hopes of refilling his cup. Perhaps Kah would have another chance with KB distracted by her comrade.

The two enemies as it were seemed to at least hit it off on a fair note. Mastema withdrew his hand after shaking Tegral's. "I wouldn't say you've been trying too hard, since we have had no skirmish in nearly a year I believe. At the very least, I'm grateful for the substantial time I've had to develop my more interesting projects. And I can see you've established a home for yourself beyond the reach of most others on this planet. Although, it seems you have a slight problem with a possible foreclosure at the moment." Mastema knew full well about the Cradle, and the existence of the base on which it relied for supplies. Furthermore, he also knew of the battle that was, perhaps still, taking place outside of the space fortress.