Akio Kahoshi
Peace through Order
Leading an ever growing Empire took much of Akio's time, but on occasion he found the need to free up time for unexpected occurrences. One such was the news from his Grand Inquisitor that a powerful asset had joined the ranks of the Inquisition. One powerful enough that he had been invited to join rather than simply being given a choice between service to Atrisia and death.
This was of considerable interest to the Emperor. Protecting his country was his highest duty, and while he trusted the judgement of his Grand Inquisitor completely in such matters, he needed to meet this man himself. To see what kind of individual could impress one of his most trusted subordinates.
So an invitation had been sent. The Shadow Master had been summoned to the Imperial Palace, and a group of Imperial Guards waited to escort him to a room reserved for very private meetings. Aside from a handful of Inquisitors involved, no one was to know of this meeting lest suspicion that there was more to the guest than meets the eye arose. The Imperial Guards' discretion was unquestionable.
The room waiting for the Shadow Master was small by the standards of an Emperor, but still of decent size. A desk resided along one wall, with the Emperor sitting behind it. Two comfortable looking chairs sat on the other side of the chair, but there was nothing else visible. This was not a room for impressing guests, it was for getting business done.
This was of considerable interest to the Emperor. Protecting his country was his highest duty, and while he trusted the judgement of his Grand Inquisitor completely in such matters, he needed to meet this man himself. To see what kind of individual could impress one of his most trusted subordinates.
So an invitation had been sent. The Shadow Master had been summoned to the Imperial Palace, and a group of Imperial Guards waited to escort him to a room reserved for very private meetings. Aside from a handful of Inquisitors involved, no one was to know of this meeting lest suspicion that there was more to the guest than meets the eye arose. The Imperial Guards' discretion was unquestionable.
The room waiting for the Shadow Master was small by the standards of an Emperor, but still of decent size. A desk resided along one wall, with the Emperor sitting behind it. Two comfortable looking chairs sat on the other side of the chair, but there was nothing else visible. This was not a room for impressing guests, it was for getting business done.