A New Era

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The subjugation of the warlords that had once reigned over Coruscant was all but complete. The fighting had ended across the majority of the galactic center, and the remnants of those disloyal to the throne had been driven deep into the lower levels of the planet. Even now, the Sons of Ession and their new imperial counterparts swept through the lower levels like a cleansing wind. Soon, the entire planet would be pacified.

An expedient change of government was preferred. Coruscant needed stability, and the countless battles that had raged across its surface over the past few decades had rendered much of the populace desperate for some sense of normalcy. The faster the new regime was cemented in the minds of the people, the more quickly Coruscant could return to its status as the jewel of the core.

Millions of beings lined the streets that surrounded the former capital building. The structure had once served as the home of the Senate in eras long since over, and it would serve again as the seat of democratic rule. It was only right that such a place be chosen for the coronation; it was a symbol to the populace that while a new emperor might sit upon the throne, the nation's power truly remained in the hands of the people.

The Imperial Palace had been repaired as well with an expedience that would have impressed even the ancients. The restoration had dutifully lead by [member="Alyson Halle"] and @Shran; if their efficacy was a sign of their leadership abilities, then the Imperium had a bright future ahead of itself indeed.

A parade was planned. Cedric was adorned in full battle-plate, his armor still scarred from the conflict that had taken place the previous day. He chose to forego his helmet, allowing the people of Coruscant to see the face of their new Imperator. Some hated him and saw him as a conqueror. Others recalled the legacy of the Graysons and their dutiful service to the Republic over countless generations, and welcomed their new Imperator with open arms. Cedric was glad of them, and he hoped the policies he intended to put into place would earn him the love of those wary of a Jedi sitting upon the throne.

The Jedi Master was flanked by cordons of soldiers from both the Sons of Ession, and the local garrison. It was important that the people see the two groups working side by side - that they understood that all were united beneath the banner of the Imperium. The Essonians may have led the assault, but they stood on the same ground that everyone else did. There were no favorites in Cedric's Imperium. Battle tanks hovered on repulsors in sections along the parade line, and starfighters soared above the congregation, dropping payloads of fireworks that cast the evening sky in shades of green and gold.

The procession began at the Imperial Palace, and eventually reached its end at the first steps of the Senate Hall. A stage had been prepared just outside the hall. There were seats for each of those that had stood personally at the Jedi Master's side, and those imperial leaders that had wisely chosen to join the new regime. Beneath the stage was a throng of citizens of all stripes and creed, some caught in revelry, some cautiously curious about what might occur, and others simply there to say they ad attended the coronation.

A throng of priests dressed in flowing white robes wandered throughout the crowds below, offering sweets, credits, and small gifts to the onlookers in exchange for the opportunity to preach the word of the Holy Ashla. Cedric found himself smiling as he strode past the priests - they were enacting the Force's will in the purest way they knew. Perhaps in time, the very spirit of Coruscant might be raised up from the drudgery its people had been forced to embrace.

Cedric's legs were aching by the time he ascended the stairs. The parade had taken a good two hours to arrive at its destination, and even a Jedi could only walk so far before their limbs began to protest. He found great relief in taking his position at the center of the stage.

Loudspeakers had been set in place for miles around the Senate Hall. When Cedric spoke, his voice seemed to shake the very foundations of Coruscant itself.

"Brothers and sisters, I welcome you to this gathering in great splendor. For years, Coruscant and her sister worlds have wheezed beneath the boots of tyrants. She has not known peace since the fall of the Galactic Alliance, and even then the alliance was a weak government, treating the jewel of the core as if it were a resource world and little more."

He paused for a moment, partly to ascertain the crowd's reaction, and partly to recall each portion of the speech he had practiced nearly a dozen times the night before.

"Some of you have qualms about this change of government. You see the Essonians as invaders, conquerors, and while I understand this perception, it is a false one. The world of Ession stood as Coruscant's stalwart ally until the very day our planet was scourged by the Sith Empire. Like you, we know the oppression and brutality of tyrants. We are kindred spirits, brothers and sisters whose pact has been forged in blood. From this day forth, there are no Essonians, there are no Coruscanti, there are only the people of the Imperium."

Much of the crowd cheered. Cedric knew that the beginnings of it were brought on by the strategically placed priests, but much like any emotion, bliss among the masses was a particularly virulent infection. The people reveled, and Cedric could only smile.

"The Grayson family has long served the Republic, and by extension Coruscant. I have taken this position of Imperator not out of ambition, but out of service. The galaxy is fragmented. We stand on the edge of a knife, and only the slightest shift in the air could send us tumbling into chaos. It is for that reason that I declare the Grayson Imperium. With a strong central government, we can restore the core to its former glory. We will save the souls of the damned, and cast out the darkness that has bled its way into our people for so long unchecked."

Another pause. The cheering began again, stretching far and beyond the cordons of nearby spectators to the farthest groups of spectators. Cedric had suspected Coruscant First rhetoric would be popular given the planet's recent imperial leanings, and it seemed his suspicions had proven to be correct.

"I will not rule alone. Liberty is the soul of our people. With that in mind, I hereby declare the House of Lords. This House shall serve as the democratic body which runs our Imperium on the day to day. It will be made up of individuals elected by the people to serve as their representatives. The division of the classes will be abolished, and the subjugation of non-human species ends today. All rights are restored to the Coruscanti that call this world home, no matter their race or origin."

A final pause. The crowd roared now, the clapping so thunderous that Cedric's ears began to ring. The upper class would likely be less pleased about this change, but then Cedric had not come to Coruscant to aid the elite.

"Let this be known as the day the galaxy changed for the better."

Jubilation met his words. Exhuberant, Cedric stepped back form the podium, and turned to those seated nearby. They were expected to make their oaths of loyalty to the dynasty and the Imperium in front of the masses. Cedric awaited each of them, the Blade of Ruusan igniting in brilliant cerulean light so that he might 'knight' each of them upon the giving of the oaths.

 

[Tobias Dracks]

-- The Warlord walked with his own soldiers and sailors separate from the Sons of Essions and the Imperials Forces. He was here to assist a friend to his cause, however, bending the knee to such a man was never part of the agreement. He was leading forces from the United Trade Conglomerate as well as the largest legitimate claim from the New Republic as well as their Armies. This was not something that could take the loyalty of his people and willingly risk their lives. The conquest of Coruscant was a mighty show of leadership, but the acceptance of the Imperials that sponsored the destruction of his Republic caused him to accept doubt. Warlord Tobias Dracks needed legitimacy ate the moment, being the Chancellor of a fallen Nation meant nothing in these times anymore. He was no more then a Warlord fighting over small planets in the Fringe Territories. Being given claim by this new Government would allow him and his forces the pride they once lost. He knew he could not give that to them anymore.

-- Tobias found himself standing on the stage with the Imperator and his other Lords. He had yet to be given the title of Lord or even a position within the Government. The man had sunk many resources into this crusade and to not be recognized yet was only a continues problem. He would not surrender his forces under his command even if given a title, however, this was now a time to play a game.

-- He wore a nothing spectacular. Only his tattered armor and markings of battle that he wore proudly, he had fought many battles since loosing his nation. As such he would not abandon their scarifies and show these people the hardships this Imperium went through to free them. With his eye patch covering his eye he knew he had to be one of the first people to offer their word to the Emperor. It would quash any doubt the man had in Tobias who once commanded him within the position of leadership.

-- Reptillian in figure and armor showing signs of battle, he walked up and bowed before man. His head fell as he uttered the words of Fealty, "I, Tobias Dracks, Warmaster Protectorate of the Dracks Dominion and the Freeworlds Alliance, so solemnly swear to assist and defend the Grayson Imperium as well as answer the call of Imperator so long as my people are under your protection." Once that was done he stood back up and looked at the man who was once just a Jedi Master of the Republic. He then bowed his head again, "Long live the Imperator."

-- With that he stood back in line and continued to wait before the others would offer the same words to the man. More of a Boy in his eyes.

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Shran]

Shran walked along the procession, leading the Imperial delegation. He was sporting his new uniform that had originally been designed to serve as a dress uniform for special military events. However he had taken a liking to the new look and had decided to make it a regular of his. To be frank, he was slightly intoxicated. There was no way that he was going to take part in this event without having something to drink. Many Imperials chose not to partake in the ceremony at all, namely Emperor Vakel. Those like Shran who were willing to give this new partnership with the Imperium a chance had hoped that Vakel might attend to show continuity and cooperation between the two factions but that simply would not be the case. The emperor had confided in Shran that he held a deep hatred for Grayson as a result of what has transpired over the past two days. While the partnership was never meant to last indefinitely, there was already a rift forming between the Imperials. Those who wanted to give it a shot and use this as an opportunity to rebuild and those who felt that the Empire had been robbed from the rightful rulers.

As the parade continued, Shran waved to the gathered crowds. Occasionally he would go over and shake some hands and paused for holoimages with people. This was Shran's element. He was a politician above all else. Sure, he had done his fair share of fighting and as Minister of Defense for the Imperial Confederation, he certainly did his fair share to advance any war effort the Confederation undertook. But those days seemed to be numbered. He grew tired of fighting and was ready to commit to only fighting when absolutely necessary. When his Imperitor called on him to do so.

After several hours of walking, which was getting hard for Shran at this point both due to age and intoxication, it was finally time to take his place with other High Lords behind Grayson as he delivered his inaugural address. The speech itself was so... Jedi. It was filled with messages of hope and unity. Shran's eye twitched when Grayson announced an end to the class system that had reigned on Coruscant for generations. The High Lord damn near choked when Grayson said that non humanoids were to be given equal rights. Many found it hard to fathom that a Chiss could be racist against other non humans but what many people seem to forget is that the Empire was never really anti-alien. They were opposed to any non humanoid species, and Chiss were still considered humanoid. Despite not attending in person, Shran was sure that Emperor Vakel was watching a broadcast of the speech from his star destroyer and he could only imagine what was going through the sith's head.

 

[Alyson Halle]

A similar scene had played out many decades ago, after her first time leaving her home planet, right after her own coronation as Empress. It had been a chaotic time in her life, but a very necessary one. Many would do the same as she did, swear a public oath of loyalty and fealty to Cedric Grayson. She would not have to do this again, an oath of fealty was held for life. Doing it again would be silly.

She stood somewhere behind Cedric, on the stage but not in focus, this was Cedrics day, she was merely his humble assistant. She remembered when he was a young boy who needed a regent to rule in his stead, too young to know the truth of the galaxy and understand the power which he wielded. He had grown since then, and by all means he was as karked up as she was from decades of constant warfare. She hated to see it though, it made her depressed.

She made her way to the front of the imperator and kneeled before her liege, to affirm once again the oath she made all those years ago.

"My oath to you still holds strong Lord Grayson. I will serve until the day I die." Once she had given her oath, she stood again, crossed her arm over her chest and then returned to the position she stood at before

 

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Harris was lost. He didn't know where he was. Actually, he didn't really know who he was either. He had kind of blanked. All he remembered was being in a ship, probably one of the most luxurious he'd ever seen, and then there was a fuzzy memory of getting sucked out into the void. He was confused, dazed, and had he not been rescued by a private transport that intercepted his ship's mayday, he probably would have also died. None of that mattered now, his only priority at this moment was getting rid of this daym headache that was killing him. Quickly, Harris took two of the little pills from the pilot's hand and, with a swig of a mystery drink in the man's canteen, the pills were down.

"Do you remember where you were going? Or, what happened?"

"No sir, I just remember sitting in this beautiful ship, there was a blaring noise, and next thing I know, nothing."

The man just shrugged, "We'll be coming up on Coruscant soon, don't worry about payment or anything." He pulled a rag from his pocket and wiped the sweat off his brow, quickly running his hands through it to remove some of the greases, then returning it to the slim right pocket from which he'd pulled it. The man then began walking away towards the cockpit, leaving Harris to look around the grim interior.

The ship was smaller and the lighting was dim, and though the interior was well kept, it was easy to tell the ship was old and falling apart. Harris walked over to a booth that lay next to a table in what he could only describe as a crew room. He lowered himself and slid in. His head was still killing him. He adjusted, brushing his elbow across the table carelessly, only for the image of multiple holographic creatures to appear. Harris looked at the pulsating light and his migraine swelled. Though it hurt, he was intrigued. He looked down to see a few buttons craftily etched into the glass surface and wondered for a moment. He quickly pressed one and the board shut down.

"Who Am I?" Harris leaned back and rubbed his head. Maybe there was a clue or something. Quickly, he reached into his pockets, sifting his hands through the one on each pant leg until he heard the distinct crumple of paper. He quickly twisted his hand carefully pulled out a folded note.

"To Mr. William Harris, Premier of the Fel's."
He tried to focus past that, but his vision blurred and his migraine swelled. He had a start. William Harris, once he could find out who that was, he could probably go about finding out who he was, but for now, it was time to rest. Harris slumped in his seat and quickly fell asleep.

Before long, the ship had arrived on Coruscant and, as was usually the trend in the core, something big was happening. After quickly thanking the man and disembarking from the ship and leaving the starport, Harris began wandering in the general direction of chaos, screams, and a stampede of people heading towards what seemed to be a parade. Harris walked along the roads towards one of the biggest buildings he had ever seen, walking towards it for ages, while feeling as though he hadn't moved a step relative to it. Eventually though, after what was probably 15 minutes, Harris seen his destination. Crowds were gathering, and in the distance, there was the thunderous roar of music.

Harris quickly approached the road and stood, waiting for the parade to get closer, and hoping to god that his migraine didn't kill him, because lord knows the medicine didn't help.

[member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Tobias Dracks"]

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Thank the admins for me having to misspell words to get my point across. Poodoo will never be a swear word, and I refuse to use it.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

As the Imperator Paraded through the Streets of Coruscant , Maracel Yorkell along with his Inner Ring within the Directorate where in the Senate Hall where they awaited the arrival of the Imperator who would soon make a speech addressing the people of Coruscant. Under Maracel’s leadership the Directorate had risen from simply a local organization into an interplanetary paramilitary group with it’s influence spamming throughout many worlds within the Core Worlds.

Now under the Imperator , Maracel and his inner ring expected that the former would be granted the title of High Lord in which would further increase the influence of the Directorate. They Directorate had restored Order to regions shaken and ravaged by Anarchy and had helped Restore Order to the Lower Levels of Coruscant , and now they expected their reward.

As the Imperator arrived at the Senate Hall’s Stage and began his speech , Maracel and his inner ring seat down as the Imperator delivered a speech that could only be described as a masterpiece of politics. Then when the time came to pledge their Loyalty Maracel stood up and bowed to his new liege. “I , Maracel Yorkell , on behalf of the Directorate and Yorkell Industries pledge my allegiance to the Imperator and the Grayson Imperium as well as to answer the call of the Imperator as long as we are under your protection. Long Live the Imperator , Long Live the Imperium.”

After standing up Maracel Returned to his seat as we waited for the rest of Grayson’s followers to make their oath of Loyalty to the Emperor. Now it would be a simple matter of time on whether Maracel would gain the title he has aspired to gain or will have to double his efforts to secure it. Maracel had already utilized a lot of resources in preparation for this day including a Small Campaign within the Ringali Shell.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Would this day be revered year over year? Looking out at the throngs of individuals, a sea of animated flesh and blood and mixed emotion, the young pilot couldn't tell. They were on either side of the parade, their emotions mixed. But the conflict of how the people cheering and or jeering on either side felt was overwhelmed with the sense of accomplishment and purpose of those who were walking through the streets.

The procession had lead it's way through the capital, the municipal band accompanying each monumental step with well-supported notes. There were deep, bass-heavy quaking tones that intoned upward with almost a spiral delivery. The notes felt long. It was impressive this could all be assembled within a planet's rotation. That was the true marvel here. Were musicians just always on call and at the ready to perform?

Somewhere in the crowd, an artist was putting strokes against a canvas that would capture the mood of everything in colour and silhouettes. Something to serve as a public attraction when the promises of reestablishing Coruscaunt were fulfilled. Loske hoped he was capturing her good side.

Ascending the stairs, she took her place near the back of the stage while [member="Cedric Grayson"] stole the centre fold. The delivery of reality elected. Absently she wondered how many of the faces looking up were missing a part of their family due to her assistance amidst the stars. Or were those who had been following orders been subjugated to prisoners? There were several questions in her mind. And she was on the side of the dominators - she held empathy for those who had just been dominated. Mostly with the questions of what would come next as mixtures of beings were stirred together. It would be a big, distracting task to not only maintain, but establish the new regime.

She’d met someone once who’d been a part of attempting to establish a Republic. Darius.. for a second, she wondered how he’d react to this news. If he’d come and bend the knee to the Ession warlord as well. A glimmer of a simper traced along her lips at the triumphant echo that bounced above the crowds and into the city’s atmosphere. This motley crew had accomplished what many could not.

Cedric’s speech ended, and she squinted slightly when the blade of Ruusan was brandished.

The first dedicator rose, and dropped, and Loske could detect a swell in the Force. Not pride, per say, but loyalty. The naval commander she’d heard the voice of over her comms, [member="Tobias Dracks"].

Then another, a force in her own. [member="Alyson Halle"]. These individuals brought armies to the fold.

Another, [member="Maracel Yorkell II"].

This was for spectatorship. Everyone to see how devout and worthy their new leader was. Something within Loske felt very..... much like her father. Her mother would have loved this. Her dad would have wanted to get on with business.

Uncomfortably, she shifted in her seat. Master Grayson and herself hadn’t discussed fealty, but it was pretty unspoken. She was reserved through this demonstration, and while she’d support Cedric’s endeavours, she had questions first. As always. For now, she observed.

 

[Shanoed Marais]

Shanoed hadn't been to a public event in a very long time, let alone one that was so important. She had little desire to be a part of it. She had still dressed for the occasion, though. She wore an ornate, pure white willow dress today. The white ribbon she wore around her eyes seemed to glitter when the sun hit it just right. Her platinum hair had been lovingly styled into an ornate bun on top of her head. She still wasn't wearing shoes. No matter how formal the occasion, she was not putting those accursed things on. Luckily, you could only really see her feet when she was walking, otherwise the dress was long enough to hide them.

The Miraluka woman didn't walk along with the procession. She rode. She was built for speed, not distance, no way was she walking that far. So, she was sitting on one of the battle tanks, keeping herself hidden through Force Cloak. She had no desire to have so many eyes on her, but there was no way in the universe she was going to miss this.

When the procession reached the stage she leaped off of the tank before walking calmly towards the stage. She didn't drop her Force Cloak until she was on the stage, sitting down into her seat. The Spyder fidgeted throughout Cedric's speech. This was all so boring. Words. Air.

The words seemed to impress the masses though, so she supposed they achieved their objective. Then everyone started to swear their oaths of loyalty and she tapped her fingers on the arm of her chair. Her expression remained perfectly unreadable the entire time. Then it was her turn. She stood up and whisked over to Cedric, taking a knee in front of him and bowing her head.

She had only assumed this position one other time. She prayed to Ashla this would be the last time. "You will have my spear, and my life if you require it. My loyalty belongs to you." Her oath was simple, but she preferred it that was. She would prove her loyalty through her actions, not words spoken to please the masses.

With her oath completed, she disappeared before standing up. When she reappeared she was sitting back in her seat, leaning back casually with her legs crossed.

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Shran]

As the line of people continued to pledge their allegiance, it grew closer to Shran's turn. If he had not been so disgusted by the fact that Grayson was a Jedi, he might have actually welcomed such a ceremonial practice, even for someone as incompetent as Graf. After [member="Shanoed Marais"], it was finally his turn. He approached [member="Cedric Grayson"] and bent his knee. "Lord Imperator, I speak for myself and my men when I say that you will have our full support and loyalty." After the words were spoken, the two exchanged a glance and Shran stood and moved along. The image of him kneeling to Grayson alone would be enough to solidify the Empire's subservient role in the Imperium for years to come. Shran couldn't wait for the cosmetic ceremonies to end so he could find a place to get a drink.

 

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The first to stand was [member="Tobias Dracks"]. Cedric did well to keep his private feelings hidden from his constituents, but the Jedi Master had grown keenly aware of a minor discontent among those that he intended to pull into his inner circle. The Jedi were loyal to the cause, and thus would be the most trusted of his advisers. The others, warlords and men of great station that saw opportunity in this pledge, would need to be dealt with with a bit more tact.

As Tobias knelt before him, Cedric felt that minor discontent rolling from him in waves. Tobias was a strong willed creature, and his previous service to the Republic had warmed Cedric to him. Even if the old reptile had his doubts, Cedric knew he would act in the name of the people, and that was all he sought in this new Imperium's leaders.

"Tobias Dracks," the blade hummed as Cedric dubbed the lord, "I name you High Lord of the Imperium. You will sit upon my personal council, and your people will be well recognized for their sacrifices. With this title, you are given the responsibility of the governance of the prison moon. Your oath is accepted gratefully, brother."

As Tobias rose, [member="Alyson Halle"]took his place. Cedric couldn't help but offer his lifelong companion a warm smile. They had finally achieved what had at once seemed an impossible task, and Alyson had stood alongside Cedric in every step of the way. "I thank you for your long and arduous service Master Halle, to both my family, and the people's of the galaxy. I am honored to accept the renewal of your oath."

After the Jedi Master came [member="Maracel Yorkell II"]. Cedric was still unsure of the man, and not entirely keen on giving him the keys to the palace just yet. The Directorate had proven itself a valuable ally, and in time Cedric expected it would only proceed to continue to do so. "Sir Yorkell, your oath is accepted with gratitude. The efforts of the Directorate in securing the core are of great note. For that, I award you the title of Lord. In time I expect to see your businesses flourish across our Imperium, bringing prosperity and fairness to the masses." Cedric had considered giving Maracel the title of High Lord, but in truth the Jedi Master simply did not trust the man well enough yet. He would serve as a prime candidate for it in the future, should he continue to prove his worth.

The Jedi paused a moment to exchange glances with [member="Loske Matson"]. He gave her a brief nod and the ghost of a smile - subtle enough that most would not notice. His padawan would grow to become one of the galaxy's most ardent protectors, of that Cedric was certain. Now she only needed to survive the ceremony with her sanity intact.

Then came the Miraluka. [member="Shanoed Marais"] had become something of a confidant for the Imperator. He trusted her more than he did most, but he still found himself surprised when she elected to give an oath as well. It wasn't required of her, but freely given. Something about that moved Cedric's stony heart. "And you mine," Cedric said, quiet enough that the loudspeakers would not pick up on it. "I accept your oath Shanoed Marais. The Imperium is far better for your presence."

The final man to approach was the one Cedric was most wary of. He had felt the disdain pouring off [member="Shran "]in waves ever since they had taken the palace. The Chiss resented his current predicament, but he had a mind for tact. Siding with the Imperium had preserved his power, as well as his people. If nothing else, Cedric respected that. "Let it be known that your loyalty has not gone unnoticed. I will everything in my power to see your people prosper. To help me bring that about, I name you the second of the High Lords. You, along with Lord Dracks, will serve upon my personal council." The Jedi gave Shran a knowing look, as if to say that he understood the Chiss's discontent with the current situation. It was nearly sympathetic. "Your oath is accepted gratefully."

A heavy sighed escaped the Jedi's lips as the Blade of Ruusan was doused. He turned once again to the masses, his voice booming over the loud speakers. "Today, we declare the Grayson Imperium. Enjoy this day, my brothers and sisters, for an era of great trials stands before us."

A final pause, "With the oaths made, it is my honor to conclude this ceremony. Enjoy this night my friends, you have all earned it."

The tertiary nobles began to filter out off of the stage, Cedric turning to march his way up into the senate building. He expected @Shran, [member="Maracel Yorkell II"], and [member="Tobias Dracks"] to join him. There was much to be discussed.

 

[Tobias Dracks]

-- Tobias awaited as the others gave their oaths of fealty to their new overlord. This was of little concern to the Warlord turned Nobility, as his people just needed ground to finally relax on. He would keep a close eye on those that caused problems, but it was the Imperials he disliked the most. It was them along with those traitors that caused the most harm to his Republic. He did not understand why the Emperor would trust them, but he was out voted in that sense. He saved his favors for the traitors who hurt his republic the most, the Fortress Worlds of the Core.

-- One by one he watch the others give their words, something that meant little to the Lord of Coruscants Moons. It was their actions that he wished to see more then anything else. He could already see the factions forming within the Imperium, Force Users, Imperials, and his own Republicans. Each looking into the others eyes he could see their desires. Safety, Security, Fame, and Desire to keep ones ideals alive. So long as they were based in selfishness aligned with the nations, he cared little. However, should they step out of line he would make sure to see them buried below Coruscant, or if stopped, the might of his private army smother them. He trusted none of them, and barely even trusted those in high positions anymore. The only reason he was willing to work along side them was that their goals aligned with one another and they could not do it without each others help. Tobias had one of the largest non-national uniformed and disciplined armies in the Fringe and Unknown Territories, however, he lacked allies and legitimacy in his conquest. The others here needed a strong military force, weapons, supplies, and trade routes to strengthen their economy. It was a marriage of convenience and necessity.

-- With the parade and legality of the territorial claim of the new Grayson Imperium, the Imperitor took those of the new government aside. Tobias was no longer the Warmaster Protectorate, he was a High Lord of Centax-1. A Prison World as well as Labor Camp with a working Frigate sized Dockyard. It was currently working to rearm the Imperial Garrison Fleet with minor modifications from the Drack Dominion. It was smart for the Imperitor to have his Council Split between Pro-Imperial Doctrine, and Pro-Republican Doctrine, as well as both of them being Alien Humanoids. Tobias marked it as dumb luck, but with the policies he put in place and unifying two unlikely nations, it was a smart move.

-- He walked with those that were with them and nodded his head, "Rather interesting show of mercy and enlightenment after a spectacular show we showed to their protection forces previously, I will make sure to have a generous supply of Security Droids and Speeders are allocated for the CSF," The Reptillian man cracked a broken smile as his scared face was frozen on one side. "So, what do you want from us now, I still got," He paused to think of the word, "Donated Supplies to go through."

-- The Lord was still not trusting of the government, if he was to get the supplies he needed. Then anything he captured was property of his Dominion, a large army didn't run on promises. He needed credits to keep his army loyal, for they were still brighens from the Fallen New Republic who fought and died for Tobias. They were not yet loyal to the Imperium.

[member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Cedric Grayson"] @Shran[member="Shanoed Marais"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Maracel Yorkell II"]