BobertEZ
Lord of Conquest
Bastion. The planet was thing of beauty and magnificence for the Empire, standing as the most developed, or one of the most developed, planets in the Empire's reach. Gilded with a shining sun that blazed across the endless skyscrapers of Ravelin, the Great Imperial Ruling City, Bastion was the place to be for all of the Empire, elite or otherwise.
Thus, it was no surprise that Lorale Farmar, Lord of Conquest and Champion of the Heart of Noxis (although the latter was less known to just about everyone in the Galaxy), would be found strolling the vistas and landmarks of the city. Appearing to the public in their handsome, and rather shorter visage, granted by metamorphosis, Lorale turned many heads. Perhaps it was the appearance, or perhaps it was the fact that walking with the Phoenix was a contingent of six individuals in pitch black armor with glowing red visors walking in robotic unison.
Alongside those soldiers were four individuals of clear importance: a massive skeleton with beaming eyes, an Arkanian man who was clearly once a Jedi, what appeared to be a heavily mutated Gamorrean, and a woman of astounding yet mature beauty and presence. These were four of the twelve Lorale Farmar called the Vortex Spawn, their sons and daughters who acted as their defenders, fighters, and commanders of the millions they called the Band of Champions.
Just what they were doing that day was anybody's guess. Why they took it upon themselves to stand outside Ravenlin's local Kalco Chow 'N' Stuff in utter silence was even more confusing. Until the woman entered alongside two of the soldiers. Inside the establishment that many in the city called their favorite restaurant were a large number of Imperial Legionnaires, off-duty and clearly enjoying their time away from the battles that plagued the Galaxy. Men and women, young and old, recruits and experienced, human and alien, all of them laughing and enjoying their food and drink, either unaware of the woman's entrance or choosing to ignore it.
Even so, the woman would remain silent as she walked through the establishment, the soldiers somehow even more silent in their marching, their expressions hidden by the red lights that spoke of malice and intimidation and their footsteps a mere whisper on the hard surface. Any of the dozens in the establishment would know instantly, had they dared to look, that they were looking for someone, their movements slow and methodical. Who that someone was, they could not gather. Not quickly anyhow.
Then she spoke to answer the questions that were not being asked, and from her lips came a voice so soothing that the Emperor himself would take note, a voice that was betrayed by her stern expression and request: "I am in search of Kudon. A man whom you may know as Mlow Eman'outther. I request that he bring himself before me or be brought before me by you. He was last seen here and has been demanded by your Lord of Conquest, Darth Raptious, to present himself for inspection."
[member="Mlow Eman'outther"]
Thus, it was no surprise that Lorale Farmar, Lord of Conquest and Champion of the Heart of Noxis (although the latter was less known to just about everyone in the Galaxy), would be found strolling the vistas and landmarks of the city. Appearing to the public in their handsome, and rather shorter visage, granted by metamorphosis, Lorale turned many heads. Perhaps it was the appearance, or perhaps it was the fact that walking with the Phoenix was a contingent of six individuals in pitch black armor with glowing red visors walking in robotic unison.
Alongside those soldiers were four individuals of clear importance: a massive skeleton with beaming eyes, an Arkanian man who was clearly once a Jedi, what appeared to be a heavily mutated Gamorrean, and a woman of astounding yet mature beauty and presence. These were four of the twelve Lorale Farmar called the Vortex Spawn, their sons and daughters who acted as their defenders, fighters, and commanders of the millions they called the Band of Champions.
Just what they were doing that day was anybody's guess. Why they took it upon themselves to stand outside Ravenlin's local Kalco Chow 'N' Stuff in utter silence was even more confusing. Until the woman entered alongside two of the soldiers. Inside the establishment that many in the city called their favorite restaurant were a large number of Imperial Legionnaires, off-duty and clearly enjoying their time away from the battles that plagued the Galaxy. Men and women, young and old, recruits and experienced, human and alien, all of them laughing and enjoying their food and drink, either unaware of the woman's entrance or choosing to ignore it.
Even so, the woman would remain silent as she walked through the establishment, the soldiers somehow even more silent in their marching, their expressions hidden by the red lights that spoke of malice and intimidation and their footsteps a mere whisper on the hard surface. Any of the dozens in the establishment would know instantly, had they dared to look, that they were looking for someone, their movements slow and methodical. Who that someone was, they could not gather. Not quickly anyhow.
Then she spoke to answer the questions that were not being asked, and from her lips came a voice so soothing that the Emperor himself would take note, a voice that was betrayed by her stern expression and request: "I am in search of Kudon. A man whom you may know as Mlow Eman'outther. I request that he bring himself before me or be brought before me by you. He was last seen here and has been demanded by your Lord of Conquest, Darth Raptious, to present himself for inspection."
[member="Mlow Eman'outther"]