Private A Diarch's Best Droid

[Lord Mettallum]

For now Lord Mettallum had been working with the Diarchy semi unofficially busy setting up droid factories and research stations on Taspir III and organising logistics for materials to supply said factories. This itself was nothing compared to the amount of research and development was required to create better and more advance droids to replace his old aging droid forces that once were just required to fight simple pirates and other hostiles in the void of space which is nothing compared to the threats faced by the diarchy which at this current time included the Mandalorians which had proven themselves to be quite formidable opponents during the events of Vexis Station and Daro with nearly impenetrable armour and a mastery of asymmetric warfare yet Lord Mettallum was certain with the right support and resources he could change this fact.

Right now Lord Mettallum stood outside the High Council Chamber doors awaiting permission to enter and blocked by two Preservers. Normally Lord Mettallum would have his own elite guard with him in a situation like this but today was not a day to let his ego control him. Today was the day Lord Mettallum would seek official recognition from the Diarchy and solidify his position within it. If he fails to succeed in this effort then all the hard work over the past months would be for naught but Lord Mettallum was positive this would not be the case after all in his eyes he had already proven himself, after all both times the Mando menace challenged the Diarchy it was Lord Mettallum and his droids leading the charge against them and even Lord Mettallum knew nothing proved loyalty and worth more than the spilling of blood.

Despite Lord Mettallum's certainty that this meeting would be a sounding success part of him was still concerned. He had not had a proper face to face meeting with the Diarchs before with most of the communications between himself and the Diarchs being down via underlings and holo messages. From what information Lord Mettallum had gotten was that Reign was the more decisive and forward thinking of the brothers while Rellik was calmer and more thoughtful in his decisions yet it was Rellik who had spoken in what at least seemed like support in the idea of Free willed Droid Army.

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik

 

[Diarch Rellik]

The great doors of the High Council Chamber parted with a low, resonant groan. Gold light from the chamber's braziers spilled out into the hall, painting the armored forms of the Preservers in long shadows as they stepped aside in unison. Rellik rose from his place at the central dais, the folds of his cloak whispering against the polished stone as he moved around to be standing in attention. His golden eyes fixed on the figure beyond the threshold, and for a moment he studied the metal silhouette of their guest.

"Lord Metallum," he said, voice carrying clearly across the chamber. It was not the clipped address of formality, but one laced with welcome. "Your presence here has been long in the making. You have labored tirelessly for the Diarchy's cause, and we have not been blind to the steel and fire you have brought to bear on our behalf."

He let his words hang for a breath, then gestured with an open hand toward the chamber. "Come" Gesturing to the marble in the center of the room. "Stand upon the foundation of the Diarchy and let us here what reason you have requested this meeting. I do personally hope it is to align ourselves together in a more solid foundation. The words you shared back in the Chancellorate have stuck to the back of my mind ever since. I would like to help move those concepts into reality."

With Lord Mettallum's entrance the Diarch would bow in respect and return to his seat.

Lord Mettallum Diarch Reign

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: High Council Chambers | The Crucible
Tags: Diarch Rellik Lord Mettallum
Gear: Amulet of the Warden's Eye, Bladefather

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Reign’s green eyes lifted from the marble at the center of the room as the doors opened.
His injuries from the duel with Laphisto had healed, and he seemed noticeably more lively.

His thoughts had been on who that marble had once belonged to, his father, as he had been thinking of him much lately.

Eyeing the form of the large droid as it stood in the doorway, Reign himself would stand shortly after his brother. His uniform as well maintained and imposing as ever. The black cape touching the floor barely at his heels.

“Lord Metallum, enter this sanctum and be known”

His tone, as expected was much more authoritative than his brothers.

“We have much to discuss”