Allegiance to the Empire (Dominion of Gravlex Med)

[Teynara Jeralyr]

I.S.S Retribution, Captivitas-class Star Destroyer
In orbit of Bimmiel, Kanz Sector

Standing at the observation ports of the conference room, itself located on one of the upper decks of the Star Destroyer they were aboard, Tirdarius stared out dispassionately at the view of the planet below: Bimmiel, the last world classified as Sith territory leading towards the Imperial Remnant, that once-great shadow of a former Empire, itself carefully crafted by the Sith as a vehicle for their vision. No longer what it was, but ours again in time. The Remnant had been left to it's own devices for far too long while the Sith continued to expand their efforts in other directions: heading towards the Core, or consolidating the lines of the Empire around the Gordian Reach. Time for that to come to an end.

He turned away from the window, the darkness of space replaced by the soft glowglobe lighting of the conference room, the chamber dominated almost entirely by a large round table, the heavy wooden surface punctuated only by a holoprojector that had been incorporated into the centre, one that would enable all those within to observe whatever the projector was required to show. And we have but one topic at this meeting.

The others had already arrived and been served refreshments where they wanted them, and those officers that had come to serve them thusly had only just been dismissed, leaving the chamber and sealing the doors behind them. Only Sith remain now. That was appropriate: any of the non-Force Sensitives to be involved in the operation as planned had either already been briefed, or would be in due course. First, the Masters must understand our work here.

"Observe, Gravlex Med," he intoned calmly, taking his seat and pressing a button on the control unit built into his chair. The holoprojector shimmered into motion, presenting a sphere of a predominantly olive-green world permeated by occasional patches of blue. "Terraformed in joint effort between the Imperial Remnant and the Yuuzhan Vong following the cessation of war between them, after pollution made it virtually uninhabitable during the latter days of the First Galactic Empire," he remarked. Old history, but pertinent to what we are here for, he mused.

"Although irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, it represents a vital link between the Empire and what remains of the aptly-named Imperial Remnant. To bring the Remnant into the fold, we must guarantee the security of our own lines. Gravlex Med is the first link in this chain," Tirdarius remarked, waving a hand at the holoprojector, which zoomed out and generated a starmap, highlighting both the Sith Empire and the small remaining territories claimed by the Remnant. Bimmiel sat at the extreme edge of the Empire, while Gravlex Med highlighted as one of the very few planets unclaimed by either side. "It's fall to the Empire is a foregone conclusion."

The Sith Lord sat back in his chair, bringing his fingers together in front of himself, the slender digits resting against one-another in a contemplative gesture. Tirdarius' grey eyes roamed around the table as the holoprojector shut off, a small light above them now illuminating the room just enough that each member of their Order was visible, but not blinded by it. He had a plan - of course he did. Tirdarius wouldn't have summoned the strength of the Empire here had he not, but to simply voice it immediately was to reject the possibility of other approaches which might even surpass what he had in mind. First, I'll hear from them.

"The invasion begins within a day. The planet will annex itself to our control, whether peacefully or through force," he remarked calmly, an undertone of steel present in his voice nonetheless, the absence of any intention to merely compromise. "Would any of you care to voice a thought on how this may be done?"

 

[Soeht]

The Force-insensitives had already been given the knowledge necessary to enact their duties upon Gravlex Med. As usual, the Sith Lords did not pay them much attention and closed off their doors to attend to their own cultists - a term Kirk loved to use in private to refer to the Sith.

To promote cooperation in the upcoming operation, Kirk offered a chance for high ranking officers and their chosen entourage to attend a meeting aboard his own ship. It was held in a small conference room on board an Avarice-class Star Destroyer. There were no lavish accommodations, just water and some snacks.

The alien Moff had no plans to start a conspiracy, so there was no reason for the Sith Lords to be suspicious. Due to being unable to use the Force though, he had a special interest to ensure that other Force-insensitives and himself did not fall pray to the Sith's machinations. Building solidarity among other Moffs and high ranking officers would help achieve that.

Waiting for his guests, Kirk simply took a seat at he head of the conference table. He leaned back in the chair to relax, eyes staring up to the ceiling.

 

[Sven Talith]

Sven was the first to arrive to the conference room on the Avaraice class destroyer, unlike what he usually wore Sven actually looked rather made up. Instead of his usual tattered clothing and leather jackets he wore a suit. He did not wear the regular Moff uniform, nor an Imperial Military uniform but instead a very nicely tailored suit. This was due to his lack of true military training. Although of course he was trained in combat by his father Sven had not been brought up like others in the Imperial Military. This of course begged the question, why the hell was Sven made into a Moff in the first place?

There was a very simple reason for this in fact, a very simple reason. Sven had been selected to join the Moff council by a conglomerate of other Moffs. The small group of governors had come together and sought a way to oppose the Sith within the Empire, a way to get power back into the hands of the “normals”. Sven was a way to do this. The Moff's had learned of several facts about the young man, the first and foremost was that he was completely and entirely force dead. The second was Sven's heritage, he was the son of the Former Emperor, a powerful ally within the Empire.

So the Moff's had plotted and planned, and eventually they made their move. They offered Sven a seat at the table, a way for the young man to hold more influence within the Empire...and more importantly for him to become more of a threat to the force users.

Of course Sven had only agreed to become a Moff because of his involvement with Sable and her further involvement with the Empire. The Dreadlord's son had taken the offer more to advance his love than himself...plus it would be an interesting thing for someone of his intelligence.

As Sven walked into the room he noticed a Chiss sitting in a chair at the conference table, he perked an eyebrow. Sven had never met a Chiss before, yet the species was incredibly recognizable. He stared at the man for a few seconds, and then spoke. “Hello.”

 

[Sergio Kaufmann II]

Sergio, more or less, would've been a little late to the party. Fashionably late of course, he never would've allowed himself to arrive terribly late to a meeting of this caliber, the soldier part of his mind wouldn't have it. So, he strolled down the hall towards the conference room, well... more like limped along with the aid of a cane at a brisk pace to the conference room. The disease eating at his body tissue was his greatest weakness, it forced him to use this cane as a crutch and to boot was killing him slowly, and without amputation of his legs and left arm he'd die. He'd rather not get rid of his limbs, but he'd rather not die either, so the choice was easy in the long run.

Reaching the conference room door and walking in to take his seat, Sergio realized that one of the Moffs in attendance was a Chiss, one of those blue-skinned, red-eyed non-humans from the edge of known space. His expression became extremely sour as he took his seat, nothing put a damper on his mood than seeing an alien hold the same position as he. It was infuriating. "I didn't know they allowed non-humans to be Moffs, or is this some kind of elaborate joke?"

 

[Viera Kisep]

Viera smiled as her new Charon-class Star Destroyer left warp, to join the fleet, she had a few escorts, to accompany her. She sent her comm to @[member="Tirdarius"] " Reporting to give you aid, in bridging our domains. Shall we get to it. " She ended the comm and waited for battle plans, She would aid how she could, was the least she could do. It was funny how this worked now. She was working for someone again.. but who know how long that would last. Viera, had her men on battle alert, as they neared the fleet. She was curious to what his plan was.

 

[Rhace Tarrin]

@[member="Rytek'irk'intrano"] @[member="Sergio Hammerstein"] @[member="Sven Talith"]

First Platoon would be exactly that. It was his company that was forming the first planetfall upon Gravlex Med, but the plan had not been briefed to him just yet. Apparently there were multiple meetings going on at the same time and the Company HQ unit had been request to go to one. Instead, the Captain had sent him along to this meeting as essentially the Company XO, so that there was someone from the military along representing them. Indeed, Lieutenant Tarrin was along in his stormtrooper armour, signalling the readiness that was being put in by the Stormtrooper Corps.

And then he walked in to a room of politicians who, as he heard from that exact moment from the one with glasses, were already getting in to the racism. Rhace decided that if this was going to happen, he'd have to make a few low-key remarks that would keep them all on track. The doors slid closed behind him on hydraulics and the stormtrooper doffed his helmet and saluted to the Moffs. "Lieutenant Tarrin, First Platoon, sirs," he said, steel in his voice to prove his resolve in a room full of people who wouldn't know the meaning of battle. "Are we convening to form a contingency plan or are we just going to talk this out with the locals and pray for the best?"

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

Aboard the Captivitas-class Star Destroyer
@[member="Tirdarius"]
Having been attached to Master Tirdarius' command, Val'Ryss was present aboard the bridge of the star destroyer. Cloaked in dark robs and wearing her usual corrupted armor she paced about the holo-map that was being projected between herself and the Sith Master. She gazed at the planet that was the focus of their discussions. She raised her black gloved thing finger and touched the planet, activating the "zoom-in" function on the map. It was a ghastly place, murky and worthless. But as the master mentioned, a prize for future advancements indeed.

She turned her hood towards Tirdarius and spoke in a low serious tone, "Master, what of the political functions of this wet ball of earth. This one thinks that a small elite team could present themselves as ambassadors. And through.....shall we say...."advanced persuasive engineering" construct an offer they cannot refuse." Val'Ryss' entire body now meet with her head and she full turned to see the master. She bowed with her head and hissed some more words, "At the master's command, this one would deploy herself and her team to the planet's surface and powerfully persuade the political head of this planet to choose the 'wise' decision. They will find out soon that the Republic nor the Remnants will come to their aid. They shall face their fate as either honourable members of the Empire or face coercive persuasion." She rose her head to face master Tirdarius and face his judgement upon her proposal.

 

[Valik]

Valik sat in a chair, at a table of Sith. It was his master that spoke today, organizing the absorption of the planet Gravlex Med into the Empire so as to continue expansion into the Remnant. So far only spirit woman had spoken. She was offering a solution of sending a small team to coerce the local political leaders into following their reign. It could work of course, if one selected the right team, but Valik was much more interested in the plan his Master was going to present after everyone put in their opinions. He was not as smart as Valik, did not have the same talent for machinery and biology as Valik did, but still, Valik had come to respect him as a man who had a cleverness in the realms of politics and manipulation. Ultimately Valik said nothing in the way of plans or protests, for how the planet was conquered did not really matter to Valik. He would find his test subjects and have his fun whatever path was decided upon.

 

[Soeht]

When @[member="Sven Talith"] entered the conference room, Kirk's eyes turned toward the former Emperor's child. Though for the human, the movement of his eyes would have been almost unnoticeable. He straightened himself up, sitting upright.

"Hello," greeted Kirk, his voice would have had a distinct, foreign accent to it, "Good for you to join us today. Though, you do need the proper attire, eventually."

Kirk said that in a somewhat joking tone. The Chiss was one of the Moffs that conspired to make a claimant of the Sith Empire a Moff himself, and knew about Sven's lack of military experience.

When @[member="Sergio Hammerstein"] walked in and immediately began the racists remarks, Kirk honestly had his jimmies rustled a bit. Though, the Chiss just leaned forward on the table and folded his hands across.

Again with a somewhat jovial tone, Kirk responded to Sergio with, "Yes, our Empress and superiors do have a sense of humor after all."

After @[member="Rhace Tarrin"] made his entrance and quickly made a comment as well, Kirk just made a quick gesture with his hand to signal to the Lieutenant to take a seat. Granted, as a high ranked officer, the Chiss could have gotten on Rhace's case for speaking freely, yet that was not the Chiss's style - it totally would not have had any swag.

"I'm Moff Kirk, for those that do not know," he said as he introduced himself, "This meeting is just another briefing to make sure everyone is on the same page. The last thing we need is to lose our forces to the dinosaurs on Gravlex Med because of ignorance or acting on a lowly ranked Sith's impulses."

 

[Sven Talith]

“They haven't delivered the uniforms yet.” Sven said with a shrug to the other Moff as he made his way to the seat next to the man. Almost immediately after the former assassin sat down another Moff made his way into the room. Sven had made sure to study up on his new peers. He had read every bit of information he could about the other Moff's, everything that was public anyway. He looked at the man, Sergio Hammerstein. Sven remembered the man well...though he remembered everything well.

The other Moff made a racist remark towards Kirk, something that made him raise an eyebrow. Chiss were basically humans...or at least they were close enough. Honestly though he wasn't surprised by this mans lack of tact, Moff's weren't exactly known for staying quiet about their opinions.

The Dreadlord's son shifted his gaze to the other man, and then to the soldier that stepped into the room. A Lieutenant, interesting. The soldier instantly made a point about what the meeting was about and was quickly answered by Kirk in turn. Sven nodded in response and almost instantly got a serious look on his face. Kirk was worried about loosing men due to the way The Empire maintained their Ranks. Inexperienced Sith could order around troopers, his fellow Moff didn't want that. It was a point that Sven very much agreed on.

Something else bugged him however, it was less so about the invasion and more so about the people taking part in it. He decided that this was the place to bring it up. “If you don't mind. Something else has been bothering me about this...plan.”

Sven spoke quickly, and with a slight glance towards the Lieutenant he continued.

“Three Moff's for one invasion? A bit overkill no?” It wasn't that Sven was suspicious of their Sith overlords...but he was weary.

 

[Viera Kisep]

The Grand Admiral sighed as word of the meeting reached her ears, she had arrived late, of course, they should of never started without her. If it was her council of Moffs' she would of had their heads, but she was no longer a Supreme Moff, She was the Grand Admiral, the highest ranking non sith in the whole damn empire. She was in her new uniform, which she had designed for the new postion, it was a mix between her former moff uniform and a military uniform, complete with the badges denoting her rank. Viera walked into the room. " Starting without me I see and no its not strange, we want the planet below to know it faces a united empire. " She smirked, hoping to cause the moff's to squrim.. She had lost her flagship saving the lives of people at kuat... It had shown just how much nerve she had. " For those that don't know me, I am Grand Admiral Viera Kesip "
It was funny, that she now held a more military title, and only answere to the Empress, yet ruled largely the same men and women she had before, but now she could exert her self other places such as this.

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

@[member="Rytek'irk'intrano"] @[member="Sven Talith"] @[member="Sergio Hammerstein"] @[member="Viera Kisep"] @[member="Rhace Tarrin"] @[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"] @[member="Valik"]

Tirdarius listened carefully as Val'ryss outlined her own plan, finding himself nodding in agreement, though he had much the same idea in mind. Admittedly, he hadn't planned to simply send down a delegation - he preferred something a little more violent, and far more likely to throw the planet there into utter turmoil, finding itself caught between two powers. And when that happens, you either align with one against the other or are crushed into a fine powder, he thought.

Tapping the fingers of his right hand casually against the conference table, listening to the soft knocking of fingertips against the hard wood, he watched the others around the table, trying to gauge ther response both through his Force senses and via their expressions - there weren't many among their number that were good at keeping their countenance veiled, but then, the Sith were all taught to use their emotions as weapons and tools, and most of them had little understanding of the value of control in this respect.

"It pleases me that you have chosen to join us, Lady Val'ryss," offering the woman a rare compliment, finding himself appreciative of her strategic mind. Something we often find lacking in the Empire: one who can plan and strategize, considering the consequences of every move on the Dejarik board, he thought, though it seemed that trend was changing as the new generation of Sith came to the fore. Some are still fools, but we are seeing thinkers among the brutes. "Coercive persuasion is indeed the means I was considering, though perhaps a little more forceful than your methods," Tirdarius remarked calmly, a small smile curving his lips and adding a touch of emotion to his usually-dispassionate face.

Reaching forward with a hand, his finger tapped against a control panel on his chair and waited patiently as he punched in a particular command that he wanted to be executed. The holoprojector activated again, this time presenting an image of a similar conference room not a million miles away, viewed from directly across the room, such that all participants were viewable. The tap of a second button and an image of their own conference room appeared on an identical holoprojector on the other ship, transmitted in realtime by the two vessels, allowing their mutual participants to speak simultaneously.

"Greetings, friends," he said softly, the communications system now active between the two vessels. "It is time we discussed our plans together," Tirdarius observed, once again steepling his fingers into a rough pyramid before him, the fingertips touching. "Moff Kirk, I applaud your diligence in preparing your officers so quickly. And Moff Kesip, I give you greetings from the Dark Council. It pleases us that our new allies are so quick to come to our aid. Even though you will be the antagonists in our little drama," he said, smiling darkly, a touch of amusement in his tone.

"As you may be aware, the planet of Gravlex Med was once rendered uninhabitable by the excesses of the former Galactic Empire," Tirdarius noted, his eyes flickering to the hologram of Viera Kisep, wondering how the woman might react to that, and whether she might perceive it as a not-so-veiled insult. "This has since been reversed by the efforts of the Yuuzhan Vong, but the re-patriated inhabitants naturally remain suspicious of the Imperial Remnant, choosing not to align with their government as a result." Tirdarius found that rather amusing, considering that even a power as diminished as the Remnant would have been able to level the planet at their choosing.

"The plan, therefore, has several waves: the first, already in place, consists of suspicion and worry spread around the native population, playing on their fear of the Imperials" he remarked, his voice becoming deadly calm and losing any sense of innate passion, merely offering words by rote now. "This has been achieved by our advanced recon teams, sowing distrust against the Remnant, suggesting that they might push towards Gravlex Med." Tirdarius smiled, wondering how the Supreme Moff there might respond to that. "We will now use that against them, and initiate an attack by the Imperial Remnant. Or so their population is to believe."

The Sith Lord knew that their Remnant allies would never have approved such a plan had he suggested it from the beginning, but he hadn't intended on their co-operation anyway: with or without the Remnant at their side, the Sith would have proceeded to capture the planet. He intended it to remain so now, though the participation of true Imperials was an added bonus he fully intended to put to good use.

"Our second wave involves a mix of Sith and our ground troopers: infiltrating the cities of Gravlex Med, wearing Imperial Uniforms, our people will sabotage key ground installations and assets, forcing the inhabitants to seek aid to prevent the immoral and vile oppressors from forcing their dominion over this world," he added, his tone slightly sarcastic, and his smile showing evident amusement. "This, of course, will be provided, in the form of Sith facilitators. We shall go forth and offer our 'protection' against the Remnant, putting a stop to the attacks without ever firing a single shot. The populace indebted to us, the planet falls into our hands without a fight."

The Sith Lord rested back against his chair, a touch of satisfaction evident in his expression now, pleased as he was both with the plan and the fact that Val'ryss had very quickly caught onto a similar idea. The deception involved would, of course, now require the Remnant's blessing, but a pacified Gravlex Med was in their best interests as well. And our alliance is not public knowledge, so this can be made to look very real indeed.

"Should any segments of the population resist the Remnant infiltrators, we find ourselves with an excuse to wipe them out, and thus remove any disruptive elements that would otherwise remain. After that, the planet is ours, neatly gift-wrapped and ready to be used to our ends. If we remove any resistance into the bargain without ever being seen to do so, so much the better."

The Sith rubbed his hands together, his grey eyes looking both around the conference room in which he was seated, and at the one showed by the holoprojectors, watching for any reactions to the plan. No doubt the Supreme Moff might offer complaint, but ultimately, with the alliance between the two powers sealed, Gravlex Med would fall either way.

"Any complaints, concerns or thoughts...speak now," he added, concluding the briefing from his perspective.

 

[Soeht]

Before Kirk could answer @[member="Sven Talith"], Grand Admiral @[member="Viera Kisep"] entered gave her own answer. It was not exactly what Kirk would have said, and he would have given little more explanatory answer for Sven, yet @[member=Tirdarius] with warning appeared before the group being convened in holographic form.

Without a word, Kirk listened to Tirdarius. His red eyes locked on to the blue image. He gave just a stone still expression. Little reaction was given throughout the short exposition. The gaze of the Chiss never left the Sith Lord, and he hardly moved. Even with the Force, gauging Kirk's feelings would have been difficult.

By the end of the Sith Lord's explanation, Kirk was not on board with the whole idea. He found the plan to be too meticulous and round about - a waste of time and resources. Kirk preferred a direct approach in this case - due to the fact that those outside of the Empire likely viewed the supposed Imperial Remnant and Sith Empire found the two governments extremely similar. The Anx, fearing their sovereignty, might have turned to the Republic as the restore Empire closed in on the planet from both sides. Of course, Tirdarius was a Sith Lord, so any true opposition to the plan would most likely have been shot down and his head would have been rolling on the floor.

"No comments from me, My Lord," replied Kirk with a deceptively charming smile.

 

[Xochilt]

@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Tirdarius

Cool citrine orbs quietly absorbed the data from the briefing. As the Deputy Director of Intelligence, it served her purpose to ensure that the information that had been collected was as thorough as possible. She sat quietly, the long length of her crimson legs casually crossed, her hair brushed into a platinum a-line bob, the tips lightly brushing the edge of her chin.

The plan was flawless, as it should be. Meticulous as ever, as the Sith Lord was wont to do. Ahh, but where is the fun in perfect? A hidden ghost of a smile slowly crept over her crimson lips.

"No comments from me, My Lord." she coo'd, her voice thick and syrupy as her hands lightly collected the files of flimsiplast.

 

[Sven Talith]

“With respect my lord. I have a comment.” Sven said loud enough for everyone to hear. He didn't really want to stir the pot, nor did he really want to oppose a powerful Sith lord but honestly the mans plan was entirely overly complicated, especially for the Empire. The Dreadlord's son paused for a few seconds and then looked at his fellow Moffs and the pink lady. Then finally he began to speak up again, knowing that the Sith could be rather displeased with his words.

“Your plan is needlessly complicated, especially for the Empire and the army we have here.” Sven spoke carefully, and tactfully “We have three full fleets, Moff Kirk, Hammerstein, and myself have seen to that. Our forces are more than enough to take a fully defended fortress world, Gravlex Med can't even hope to stand up against us. My point of course is, why would we use such a complex and over thought out plan when we could simply intimidate our way into holding the world.”

He paused for a few seconds, thinking about how to best state his intentions here. He did not want to disrespect the Sith by calling him an idiot...or implying that he was one. “My Lord, plans have a way of falling through when chit hits the fan. Especially ones like this that depend entirely on an unknown element. There is absolutely no need to over complicate this. We show up on the world, show our forces, promise protection and thats that.”

Really the entire thing was simple, there was no need to trick the inhabitants of Gravlex into supporting the Empire. Any planetary government worth its weight in intelligence could see the...flaws of not accepting Imperial dominion.

 

[Sergio Kaufmann II]

Sergio listened to the Sith Lord's plan, one filled with deceit and subterfuge. That was not Sergio's way, as he was a soldier and would prefer his own forces face an enemy up front and break them down with intimidation and over-all fire power, and he would've voiced his opinion if not for Moff Talith already beating him to that point. Why risk his own neck? He'll let this boy take the heat if the Sith Lord decided to do something about it, but even if he didn't, it was better for Sven to speak up than Sergio.

 

[Rhace Tarrin]

Surprisingly, when Moff Talith spoke up, Rhace found himself nodding. It was true. This would be the fastest fight possible. Send in a drop pod or two, let his company take a landing site, and watch Imperial armour roll over the top of the enemy in a crushing all-out assault. But no. Subterfuge was the way here, apparently.

However, he couldn't bring himself to speak. Not yet. This was going to be a high-level discussion and he was just here to get his orders.

 

[Valik]

Valik listened to the plan of his master, and then to the comments of the moffs. He found himself agreeing more with his master than with the moffs, and began carefully thinking of how he wanted to implement his thoughts. He was afraid of the discussion turning into another Moff vs Sith jurisdiction discussion, and Valik had no desire to incite such a conversation. Though without the evolution of the Force, the very nature of the Moff position naturally made it's members cunning, intelligent, and ruthless, and didn't invite itself to power-hungry brutes like the Sith did. In a way he was jealous of the Moff structure, and with the Sith would cull themselves in such a way to remove the unintelligent drivel.

"Most Honorable Moffs, I must respectfully disagree with your opinion." Valik began with a polite, sarcasticless tone and respect for their position and title. In the end, it was nothing but a pleasantry, but his wording would speak volumes, as the Moff were used to dealing with less intelligent men who thought they could order around any man who didn't have the Force, and gave the Moffs no such respect. "We have much power in our fleets, and could easily subjugate them with open combat, or perhaps even the threat of open combat." Valik showed his agreeance with the Moff's comprehension of their power.

"However, if the men are distrustful of the Remnant and their methods and we merely conquer them they will grow to loathe us. We may lose little casualties today, but what happens if they try to revolt ten or twenty years from now, after we've established military bases and given them access to our weaponry? If we have the Remnant stage a few skirmishes and terrorist attacks here and there, and then come in as the people's saviors and not conquerors we will have the loyalty of the people for decades, and it will only be bolstered when we absorb the 'Evil Imperial Remant', and show Gravlex Med the strength the Sith have as opposed to their old oppressors. I'd rather invest our resources to build a strong foundation now than try to repair a fractured foundation later."

 

[Viera Kisep]

Viera smirked... she had a plan.. that would let her keep her word, and defy the arrogant man. " Its Grand Admiral, Master Tidarius, now, I don't get why you seem to have something against me, but I know one thing and that is that the actual Imperial Remnant is here and why have fakes when you can have the real thing. So while I admire your plan and its complexities I say lets make it more honest. So lets give them the imperial Remnant, Shall we? As nothing says the Imperial Remnant attacking than the Actual Remnant attacking. " Viera smiled as the doors opened and she left to her imperial knight guards. " Excuse me boy's we have a world to conquer. " she said as she left the room. She had to tread carefully, here, and not go too far, but when it came to the attack, she knew that nothing would make his plan work like her group actually attacking. Screw sith disguised as the Imperial Remnant, here was acutual imperial Remnant men and women, with their new sith weapons. When her shuttle finally made it on the Razor's Kiss a Charon-class Star Destroyer She laughed as she got to her bridge, ignoring all comms. "This is Grand Admiral Kisep speaking, I call for any willing vessels to join me in my assault of the planet, please paint my sector's logo on your stuff before you go down though, we are to be the Imperial Remnant after all. "
Viera would ignore his drawn out plans, and force them to start, the real Imperial Remnant was attacking after all. that was when her fleet entered hyperspace. It was time to go to war.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

ELSEWHERE

"Your Majesty, Grand Admiral Kisep has detached from Lord Tirdarius's operational command - aiming for a direct invasion of Gravlex Med."

Ashin took the offered datapad and examined the details of the communication.

"Kisep answers only to me," she said absently to her advisor, "but I made Tirdarius Grand Marshal of this campaign. If she joined the campaign, she did so as an equal who bowed only from politesse. And apparently she has found a reason to ignore politesse. I'm not comfortable with people ignoring my delegated authority, Trent. There'll be consequences for this.

"But Kisep would know that. And that means she had a reason in mind -- she made the choice deliberately. I'd wager Lord Tirdarius went for a subtle strategy, and Kisep balked.

"They can sort it out themselves. Besides, Tirdarius's abilities as a commander will be proven by how he adjusts to compensate for such a massive wrench in his plans."