Private A Final Dawn

[Marlon Sularen]

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A_F I N A L_D A W N
A Week after the events of the Murkhana Festival

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
CHOLGANNA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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These past few weeks have been a nightmare for the followers of the now-defunct Imperial Confederation. Tion and Lianna had been put to the torch by a combined Sith-Mandalorian Force, while a so-called popular movement had emerged, spreading its poison across former Imperial space. For Sularen, this was nothing more than an inevitable outcome that had played out countless times after the collapse of galactic governments: opportunists and old rivals would trample its corpse, unrooting everything that government had once sought to build. It was a scenario that had occurred when the Dark Empire had collapsed, and now it was happening once more following the Confederation's collapse.

However, this time around, Sularen had no intention of allowing the chaos to engulf the remains of a nation that once stood for order in the galaxy. As the enemies of order laid waste to loyal Imperial planets and spread their lies to a confused populace, he had been building something new, something greater: a Final Dawn that would see the Iron Sun rise to never set ever again. Having already secured the support of Senior Inquisitor Garon and Moff Tai En of Crucival, Sularen was poised to emerge as a major force within the former Confederation and restore order to the region.

But he still needed more support from other Imperial loyalists in the region, namely the Imperial Remnants on Mon Cala and Mahporeem, who had become major Imperial strongholds after the collapse of the Confederation, as many Imperial military assets were diverted to both planets. However, the unity amongst the three strongholds had begun to erode with Mahporeem pursuing it's own projects while Mon Cala had been somewhat silent, especially as the so-called Confederacy of Free Worlds built its influence right under their nose. As such, Sularen had taken the initiative, calling for a virtual summit with Vorin Zonill and Karl von Strauss, hoping to pitch his vision for the Final Dawn and recruit them to his cause.

Soon, Sularen would spearhead a new era of imperialism, and there would be no mistakes made this time. Thus, once he got himself comfortably seated in his office within his Headquarters on Cholganna, he activated his holographic projector, which quickly displayed the figures of Admiral Zonill and Exarch von Struass as the joined the meeting. "Admiral Zonill, Exarch von Strauss." Sularen began. "It's a pleasure to see you both once more. There is much to discuss, and I do hope we can have a very productive discussion today," he began.

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Tags | Ronhar Tane | Karl Von Strauss​

 

[Karl Von Strauss]

Karl's holoprojector did not resolve into the usual composed, formal image expected of a figure of his stature. Instead, it connected. The feed stabilized not on a throne room, nor an office, but an active construction floor. The frame was imperfect, slightly off-center, a portable unit rather than a fixed installation. Sound bled through unfiltered: the distant groan of heavy machinery, the rhythmic clang of metal under stress, the low, constant hum of industrial effort.

Karl stood with his back partially turned to the projection, bent over a wide drafting table layered with overlapping schematics and rolled plans. What little could be seen between his movements suggested scale, not ships, but structures. Foundations. Interlocking systems measured in kilometers rather than meters. He was not dressed for ceremony. A deep-purple imperial engineer's jumpsuit hung tied at the waist, its upper half discarded for practicality. In its place, a worn officer's blouse, sleeves rolled past the elbows, and marked faintly with grease and graphite. A heavy-duty belt sat firm at his waist, tools and instruments secured with deliberate placement. Beyond him, through the open structure of the facility, massive cranes moved with slow precision, lifting, aligning, assembling. Something vast was taking shape.

The Supreme Commander's greeting reached him. Karl did not immediately turn. "I'll be with you momentarily." His tone was even, unhurried. it was not dismissive, but instead: occupied. He made a final notation across the blueprint before him, the stylus moving quickly with practiced certainty. The sheet was rolled in one clean motion as he gestured to someone just out of frame. A Quarren in Imperial fatigues stepped forward, receiving the plans without question.

"Ensign," Karl said, still focused on the transfer, "Deliver this to Jotunheim. Have it forwarded to Alfheim and Nilfheim immediately. The Axis Mundi project will not tolerate delay." The Quarren gave a sharp nod and moved off without further word.

Only then did Karl turn fully toward the projection, stepping closer. The frame adjusted slightly as his presence filled it, not composed, but direct. "Supreme Commander. Admiral. I will forgo apologies for the setting. Circumstance dictates priority."

His gaze held steady, calm but focused. The kind of attention that suggested he was already measuring the value of this conversation against the work behind him. "Mon Cala is not idle. As you can see."

A brief glance past the projector, toward the ongoing construction, before his attention returned. "Reconstruction has moved beyond stabilization. We are now in the phase of… structural redefinition."

The phrasing was deliberate. Not rebuilding. Transforming. He reached up absently, realizing the drafting pen was still in his hand. It was clipped neatly into his shirt pocket without breaking cadence.

"You indicated there is much to discuss." A slight narrowing of focus, not impatience, but precision. "Then I would suggest we proceed directly to it."

Marlon Sularen | Ronhar Tane