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"That does sound like quite a treat," he smiled, looking up at him; something had changed a little in his face, it wasn’t as soft — a little colder, perhaps. "I would love the company."

The General noted the change. Interesting. This game would be a challenge. “Give me a moment to gather a few things. I would have a proper game.”

"Of course. It wouldn’t be worth the while if it were not a proper game, no?" Leonardo flashed a smirk before clearing enough space on the table to set up the chess game, then sitting back down to continue whittling one of the smaller pieces. It was coming together so nicely — and he loved it when things fell into their place as they should.

Smirking Cesare let his quick stride lead him back outside. Intent on getting proper snacks. Coming back only minutes later with a basket of goods on his arm. One of which was a bottle of chianti. Something to savor while the game went on. The General setting out fruits, cheese, bread, and a small amount of meat. The meat for himself as he knew how the artist detested it.

"Shall we begin?" He asked going to start removing some of his more cumbersome pieces of armor.

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Cesare bid enter recognizing the knock. Glancing up from his work only as the explanation got more interesting. Flying ship? That sounded like something Leonardo would devise. As for someone inside it were they certain it was not one of the Maestro’s more foolish assistants, foolish enough to be put into a flying machine at least. The last one had left that one man in a sling.

His eyes landing on a certainly armored man, that stood tall and proud despite his men and their hold. Certainly not one of the fools that might be caught on a flying machine. The growl only got one brow to arch even higher.

With a smirk Cesare only took a seat, bridging his hands before him. Wondering just what was going to be done. “Does your man hold name?”

Chained hands reached up and tore off the sack, when one of the guards tried to stop him, he was met with a shove that was hard enough to nearly topple him and the other got bared teeth and a motion of a threat that was enough to make him flinch before his the dark skinned male regained his composure.

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Kozmotis Pitchiner. Now that you have my name, care to share yours and possible get these chains off so we can have a proper conversation? in truth he didn’t really feel very confident in talking with anyone on this strange planet justing from what he’s overheard so far. How the hell did he get signals from what appeared to be very complex encryptions and yet the planet wasn’t even on the charts nor did the inhabitants that seem to barely grasp how to mold metal let alone make circuitry to power what ever E.P blast that knocked out all power to his ship. 

Still, the language that they used was very closely based on the most very common tongue, and it was more or less easy to figure out, though there was something things just couldn’t make heads or tails of, but it wasn’t hopeless. Perhaps this commander could shed some light as to why this place has advance, possibly intergalactic technology pulsing power from somewhere despite the people living and acting like they haven’t even figured out how to harness electricity. 

He smirked enjoying the show. Good so his first instinct was correct. He waved a hand, getting the officer to release Kozmotis from his binds. “My name is Cesare Borgia. Now, tell me what is this news of flying machines, and why it has brought you here? I have an engineer who would jump at the chance to see it.”

He motioned for the man to come forward. His speech was formal enough, it seemed he had a fellow in arms here. A fellow king of the battlefield. He knew he would enjoy this conversation.

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Di nulla,” Leonardo picked up the knife again, whittling away in a leisurely pace before blowing off the sawdust, finishing off one of the corners and fitting it into the model. “Was that all, sir?”

Cesare was still leaning over looking at all the parts. Smirking to himself. “Amico, you have freed my afternoon. You have my thanks. Would you care for a game of chess while you whittle away at your model?” He asked wondering if he should go out to find some proper snacks as well before setting up the board.

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"That does sound like quite a treat," he smiled, looking up at him; something had changed a little in his face, it wasn’t as soft — a little colder, perhaps. "I would love the company."

The General noted the change. Interesting. This game would be a challenge. “Give me a moment to gather a few things. I would have a proper game.”

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Reading over his maps and battle plans. The General double checked that his plans for Rome were going smoothly.

There was a solid knock at that door and as soon as permission was granted, an officer stepped in with two heavy guards close behind him dragging what a appeared to be a heavily armour man with a sack over his head to blind him.

"Sinor, there was numerous reports of a ‘flying ship’ that had crashed just south of Rome. The captain stationed near by said that they found this man inside." he stepped aside for the general to get a better look at the prisoner, who now found his footing and stood tall and an inhuman growl sounded from behind the canvas bag.

Cesare bid enter recognizing the knock. Glancing up from his work only as the explanation got more interesting. Flying ship? That sounded like something Leonardo would devise. As for someone inside it were they certain it was not one of the Maestro’s more foolish assistants, foolish enough to be put into a flying machine at least. The last one had left that one man in a sling.

His eyes landing on a certainly armored man, that stood tall and proud despite his men and their hold. Certainly not one of the fools that might be caught on a flying machine. The growl only got one brow to arch even higher.

With a smirk Cesare only took a seat, bridging his hands before him. Wondering just what was going to be done. “Does your man hold name?”

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"That… will be a great help indeed. Grazie, Leonardo." He took note of the machine seeing it and adding it into his calculations. Yes, this would help him on the battlefields. This he could use.

Di nulla,” Leonardo picked up the knife again, whittling away in a leisurely pace before blowing off the sawdust, finishing off one of the corners and fitting it into the model. “Was that all, sir?”

Cesare was still leaning over looking at all the parts. Smirking to himself. “Amico, you have freed my afternoon. You have my thanks. Would you care for a game of chess while you whittle away at your model?” He asked wondering if he should go out to find some proper snacks as well before setting up the board.

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He hummed a little tune as he whittled the wood into the desired shape; a half-finished model for a catapult sat on his desk in front of him, covered in sawdust and wood shavings. 

The knife made smooth, pleasant scraping sounds as he whittled away, focused on his work. 

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Cesare walked in expecting yet another let down and having to motivate the artist yet again.

"Leonardo I have come to…" The click of his boots on the floor stopped dead. The maestro was actually working. After a moment’s hesitation he moved closer to see what Leonardo was working on.

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"Good afternoon, generale,” he smiled softly, setting down the knife and nodding to the model. “Promising, isn’t it? It’s one of the catapults that you commissioned from me. It may be better to provide the inginieri with a model that they can measure from instead of blueprints.” 

"That… will be a great help indeed. Grazie, Leonardo." He took note of the machine seeing it and adding it into his calculations. Yes, this would help him on the battlefields. This he could use.

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He hummed a little tune as he whittled the wood into the desired shape; a half-finished model for a catapult sat on his desk in front of him, covered in sawdust and wood shavings. 

The knife made smooth, pleasant scraping sounds as he whittled away, focused on his work. 

Cesare walked in expecting yet another let down and having to motivate the artist yet again.

"Leonardo I have come to…" The click of his boots on the floor stopped dead. The maestro was actually working. After a moment’s hesitation he moved closer to see what Leonardo was working on.

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Reading over his maps and battle plans. The General double checked that his plans for Rome were going smoothly.