Zeradias Mant
Democracy Dies in Darkness
Time. A curious thing, really. It provided an not just stories, but lessons. Beyond that were countless artifacts, relics which didn't just tell stories, but helped people live them hundreds of years later. The Slave I gave Zeradias a taste for expensive antiquities, and now he had his sights set on another: the Rogue Shadow, the personal transport of Darth Vader's secret apprentice just after the Battle of Yavin. While private investigators help reveal a fair portion of the ship's highly classified design, little headway was able to be made beyond the surface. For that, he'd need some help.
His flagship, the ISV Resolute was decommissioned shortly after the collapse of the Iron Empire, so he was left with more modest choices in his ship. He opted for nothing more than an unremarkable patrol corvette, borrowed on loan from the Coruscant Security Force. A former officer and executive of the law enforcement agency, he had tight connections which helped him not only in achieving the office of Galactic City's Mayor, but also in retaining it. A harmonious relationship between city hall and police headquarters was essential in effective governance. Now though, he traveled to the Outer Rim, seeking information from the one place best equipped to handle such requests: the Galactic Empire. Though formed over 800 years after the original and being largely unrelated, this empire drew heavy influence from their ancient predecessors while exerting their own influence within their domain.
"Kamino Tower, this is Falcon 1-1, requesting permission to land."
The callsign was one agreed upon by the two parties to ensure minimal communication on open channels. As approval was given, the ship docked as rain pattered across the hull of the ship. Only two officers armed with their service handguns exited the ship with Zeradias. He was confident they were not needed, but protocol dictated he have a protective detail around the clock.
"Moff Malvern.", Zeradias greeted as he entered glaring white halls offering refuge from the harsh climate outside. "Thank you for accommodating my request."
His flagship, the ISV Resolute was decommissioned shortly after the collapse of the Iron Empire, so he was left with more modest choices in his ship. He opted for nothing more than an unremarkable patrol corvette, borrowed on loan from the Coruscant Security Force. A former officer and executive of the law enforcement agency, he had tight connections which helped him not only in achieving the office of Galactic City's Mayor, but also in retaining it. A harmonious relationship between city hall and police headquarters was essential in effective governance. Now though, he traveled to the Outer Rim, seeking information from the one place best equipped to handle such requests: the Galactic Empire. Though formed over 800 years after the original and being largely unrelated, this empire drew heavy influence from their ancient predecessors while exerting their own influence within their domain.
"Kamino Tower, this is Falcon 1-1, requesting permission to land."
The callsign was one agreed upon by the two parties to ensure minimal communication on open channels. As approval was given, the ship docked as rain pattered across the hull of the ship. Only two officers armed with their service handguns exited the ship with Zeradias. He was confident they were not needed, but protocol dictated he have a protective detail around the clock.
"Moff Malvern.", Zeradias greeted as he entered glaring white halls offering refuge from the harsh climate outside. "Thank you for accommodating my request."
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