K i n g
Slow, deliberate steps led Adron through the halls of Commenor, The days seemed to be growing longer since his official defection from the Empire. Aside from the mental stress, there was an unseen world of paperwork that came with the decision. He had been officially accepted as both a full Commenori citizen and a member of The Confederacy.
The hell of his defection was that he did not do so alone. Nearly an entire battalion of soldiers, and their families left the Empire the moment the civil war broke out. With Grand Moff Graf missing in action, there were few in the imperial military who held enough power to hold the splintered territories together.
Adron had been one of those figures, but he chose a different path. Exodus.
Today he wore a dark slate suit, with a broad crimson tie. The suit itself was well fitting to Adron's form, and hugged his physique impressively. His hair had been neatly trimmed and gelled back into a tight ponytail, dangling behind his neck. All in all he held the form of an impressive young advisor. However, his eyes were tossed with dark circles, showing a slight lack of sleep, likely from the workload that was wrought onto him.
He was flanked by two of the Imperial Sentinels, although now it was more appropriate to name them the Commenori Sentinels, as they had defected alongside their Commander. The truth of the Emperor's identity had been a betrayal to many, one that had been a boon to Adron in many ways.
He finally found himself standing before Kay's office. He paused for a moment, a subtle wave of his hand commanding his guards to wait outside. He tapped the door to the room softly. "My Queen." He said, his tone slightly lower than usual. "I need to speak with you."
As he opened the door, there would be a noticeable sound of metal tapping against metal. The two lightsabers that hung from his waist, freely clapped against each other.
[member="Lady Kay"]
The hell of his defection was that he did not do so alone. Nearly an entire battalion of soldiers, and their families left the Empire the moment the civil war broke out. With Grand Moff Graf missing in action, there were few in the imperial military who held enough power to hold the splintered territories together.
Adron had been one of those figures, but he chose a different path. Exodus.
Today he wore a dark slate suit, with a broad crimson tie. The suit itself was well fitting to Adron's form, and hugged his physique impressively. His hair had been neatly trimmed and gelled back into a tight ponytail, dangling behind his neck. All in all he held the form of an impressive young advisor. However, his eyes were tossed with dark circles, showing a slight lack of sleep, likely from the workload that was wrought onto him.
He was flanked by two of the Imperial Sentinels, although now it was more appropriate to name them the Commenori Sentinels, as they had defected alongside their Commander. The truth of the Emperor's identity had been a betrayal to many, one that had been a boon to Adron in many ways.
He finally found himself standing before Kay's office. He paused for a moment, a subtle wave of his hand commanding his guards to wait outside. He tapped the door to the room softly. "My Queen." He said, his tone slightly lower than usual. "I need to speak with you."
As he opened the door, there would be a noticeable sound of metal tapping against metal. The two lightsabers that hung from his waist, freely clapped against each other.
[member="Lady Kay"]