Location: Ave Imperator Command Deck - Naval Spacedock - Niruaun
Date: One Week After Ilum
The mood aboard the command deck of the Legate-class Battlecruiser dubbed the
Ave Imperator was, in a word - sober. When the 43rd Imperial Battlegroup, code named
Vengeance was not engaged within the developing wars of the Empire, Grand Moff Korvan could be found often in repose; staring outside of the viewport of the Observation Deck in the Bridge. It was considered borderline taboo to approach him during these quiet moments, with most duty officers instead carrying out their responsibilities as efficiently and thoroughly as possible whilst in his indirect presence.
Some supposed that was why he chose the Bridge for his moments of reflection; at least the ones outside of his private office aboard the ship. He was known to have a cool head when under fire, but no one had thus far deigned to test his patience or demeanor outside of combat; that is, none save for Rear Admiral Feros on occasion.
This time, despite the mystery surrounding the contents of his thoughts, they drifted to this very spot in a bygone era. Nearly two-decades ago, Ignacious had led his men aboard an Imperial Star Destroyer he was stationed within into open mutiny against their commander, wherein they seized control of the ship and made way to this very planet.
Niruaun was the birthplace of the New Imperial Order - the place in which the Declaration of Defiance rang loudly throughout the extremities of the Sith Empire and beyond. He remembered the thoughts that had clouded his mind then; the uncertainty, the momentary regret. But he was faced with no other options back then, given the... difficulties in his relationship with his father; if a man could call attempted filicide
‘difficulties’. Ignacious never was able to rise to the expectations his father had set for him, all because he could not manipulate the ‘force’ as his father and two sisters could. It didn’t matter how well he did in the Naval Academy on Dromund Kaas, or how well placed he had become due to the work
he had put in, despite his father’s numerous attempts to undermine his career. Had the fates been crueler than they were, Korvan would likely have died an ignominious death in service to an Empire that didn’t care, and as a result of the machinations of a father who didn’t...
Who didn’t love his own son.
Niruaun was more than just the birthplace of the Empire that now stood atop the ashes of the one preceding it. Niruaun was the birthplace of the man Ignacious was today. The man who rose to the rank of Admiral in his mid thirties, and was appointed as a Moff just shy of 40. The man who now stood as one of a handful of Grand Moffs throughout the entirety of this New Empire. He held immense power in the palm of his hand, all without some unknown ‘force’ that ‘surrounded all living things’.
He was appointed to this position to wield that power to great effect. He did so in the Tion Cluster, wherein he rebuffed the Alliance Fleet and their pitiful efforts to liberate the people of New Aldera; and he did so again on Ilum. The fools on Coruscant probably considered themselves victorious after hearing about the damage sustained by the Empire’s prototype superweapon, despite it being at the hands of the Mandalorian Enclave. But they would see just how wrong they were, and
soon.
Soon, the Empire would wield
ultimate power in the universe - and soon thereafter, they would
use it. The Kyber Crystals they had procured on Ilum would see to that end quite nicely...
But for now, it fell on his shoulders to once again rise to the defense of Niruaun. This time, it was not in the wake of vengeful Sith Overlords, or the barbaric tides of manic Mawite hordes. No, it was in the face of rebellion, by a people thought to be among the most loyal in the Empire. The Chiss had emerged, and had taken much from the Empire. But Korvan would take it back, whether it be in fire or blood or otherwise.
This reclamation would start from this very world. A smile creased upon his lips as he glanced down to his datapad, which displayed large block letters in glowing yellow font.
OPERATION SCIMITAR.
‘Yes...’ Korvan thought to himself.
‘They shall know the cost of treason.’
Dagon Kaze
and her had sent out a group of Padawans to investigate a strange disturbance in the Force she had sensed on Ilum. It was supposed to be a training exercise for them to work together and strengthen the bonds between students of this new generation of Jedi.
IVI
would be receiving reports from Task Force Ysalamiri and the GADF members who had joined, and later she would meet with the woman to discuss future plans.
