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It had been months since the Exodus. Since the entirety of the SLDF literally stripped a system of all necessary equipment, and left. Almost 200 kilometers of fleet power, in support vessels, ships of war, fuelers, civilian vessels, and others. Draconis had left a single message for those they left behind, and for the greater CIS. Draconis remembered taking off his pin, the look in his eyes as his Vicelord had asked him to step back from the ledge. He'd felt cornered then. That if he'd simply done as asked he would have invited much greater evils, evils that the rest of them could only dream of. None had the forces at their command that he did. None had the planets, or peoples rebuilt from the ground up that had to fight and claw their way through bloody revolution.
None had a war machine that was capable of what the SLDF was.
He knew exactly what would have happened should he stayed. He was certain the Vicelord had the final reports sent to his office. The riots, the infighting, the all out clashes between families, brothers and sisters alike. There had been blood in the streets and in the representative's chambers. Clan leaders had come to blows repeatedly, demanding that should such words be tossed about, such threats openly made, that they should have the steel to either back them up or be put down. Surric First was a popular phrase among those who had seen the broadcasts. A twisted version of the very thing that had inspired their own fight for freedom. Draconis rubbed his temples as he thought back to the time. His people were on the brink of an all out second civil war, and what he was afraid of was what would happen should those who wanted all out war with CIS. To make them understand at blaster point that they would not be ignored anymore. They would have fought and died to the last man, woman, and knowing the allegiances of certain viceroys, child. But the damage they would have wrought would have been much greater. They had been designated a fortress system for a reason. No single fleet had the power to break them. No one, had the ability to project the kind of power needed to bring such devastation in a swift fell blow. And no one could be expected to. Surric had been built up to singlehandedly break the nose of any invasion fleet. To hold the line against all comers while the CAF mustered and responded.
And now, his gaze went back to the fleet of ships behind him. The full might of that war machine was now far, far away from where it could do immeasurable harm. From where it might be used to burn worlds to cinder, murder millions, and wage a war that the galaxy had never before seen. The people aboard the ships were less unruly than before, but there were still whispers of discontent among the fleet. Those who after being out here for so long, knew that they could bring the fleet back at any point and seek vengeance that was rightfully theirs. Battleships and Star Destroyers that had no equal in all the CAF, Cruisers and support vessels that gave this fleet teeth like none before it. Pilots, gunners, shipmen and women who through the fires of hardship and war had hardened their hearts and understood the true cost of freedom. Men and women willing to die for that freedom, not only for themselves but in the past had proven time and again for others. That only through the sacrifices and blood of loyalist and despot alike would freedom flourish. That if one wished for a free peace, the must be prepared for all out war. That's what his fleet was made of, millions of men and women who knew this, understood it and were ready to die for it.
He sighed again as he thought of the road that lead to here. Of all the missteps. He hated that he had to break the law to save the greater CIS from what they had unknowingly enabled. He hated that from his perspective there was nothing to do.
But now there was hope. A chance. Maybe a snowball's chance on Mustafar, but a chance nonetheless. A chance for cooler heads. A chance for a peaceful resolution to this. Instead of Draconis hoping the fleet didn't decide to finally settle this issue once and for all out here. As the ship made the calculated series of jumps to a set of coordinates, far and away from the fleet itself to protect it from them, and also them from it, it would finally activate its beacon and wait. Draconis would settle in his seat as he waited for the delegation to arrive. Unfortunately since his time out in deep space, his dress uniform had to be stowed, as had anything unnecessary to make room for anything deemed necessary. So they would find him in his battle uniform, sans the helmet.
He hoped they wouldn't notice the smell on board.
Darth Metus
None had a war machine that was capable of what the SLDF was.
He knew exactly what would have happened should he stayed. He was certain the Vicelord had the final reports sent to his office. The riots, the infighting, the all out clashes between families, brothers and sisters alike. There had been blood in the streets and in the representative's chambers. Clan leaders had come to blows repeatedly, demanding that should such words be tossed about, such threats openly made, that they should have the steel to either back them up or be put down. Surric First was a popular phrase among those who had seen the broadcasts. A twisted version of the very thing that had inspired their own fight for freedom. Draconis rubbed his temples as he thought back to the time. His people were on the brink of an all out second civil war, and what he was afraid of was what would happen should those who wanted all out war with CIS. To make them understand at blaster point that they would not be ignored anymore. They would have fought and died to the last man, woman, and knowing the allegiances of certain viceroys, child. But the damage they would have wrought would have been much greater. They had been designated a fortress system for a reason. No single fleet had the power to break them. No one, had the ability to project the kind of power needed to bring such devastation in a swift fell blow. And no one could be expected to. Surric had been built up to singlehandedly break the nose of any invasion fleet. To hold the line against all comers while the CAF mustered and responded.
And now, his gaze went back to the fleet of ships behind him. The full might of that war machine was now far, far away from where it could do immeasurable harm. From where it might be used to burn worlds to cinder, murder millions, and wage a war that the galaxy had never before seen. The people aboard the ships were less unruly than before, but there were still whispers of discontent among the fleet. Those who after being out here for so long, knew that they could bring the fleet back at any point and seek vengeance that was rightfully theirs. Battleships and Star Destroyers that had no equal in all the CAF, Cruisers and support vessels that gave this fleet teeth like none before it. Pilots, gunners, shipmen and women who through the fires of hardship and war had hardened their hearts and understood the true cost of freedom. Men and women willing to die for that freedom, not only for themselves but in the past had proven time and again for others. That only through the sacrifices and blood of loyalist and despot alike would freedom flourish. That if one wished for a free peace, the must be prepared for all out war. That's what his fleet was made of, millions of men and women who knew this, understood it and were ready to die for it.
He sighed again as he thought of the road that lead to here. Of all the missteps. He hated that he had to break the law to save the greater CIS from what they had unknowingly enabled. He hated that from his perspective there was nothing to do.
But now there was hope. A chance. Maybe a snowball's chance on Mustafar, but a chance nonetheless. A chance for cooler heads. A chance for a peaceful resolution to this. Instead of Draconis hoping the fleet didn't decide to finally settle this issue once and for all out here. As the ship made the calculated series of jumps to a set of coordinates, far and away from the fleet itself to protect it from them, and also them from it, it would finally activate its beacon and wait. Draconis would settle in his seat as he waited for the delegation to arrive. Unfortunately since his time out in deep space, his dress uniform had to be stowed, as had anything unnecessary to make room for anything deemed necessary. So they would find him in his battle uniform, sans the helmet.
He hoped they wouldn't notice the smell on board.
Darth Metus