Cameron Centurion
The First Son
Ossus System
Never in his life had Cameron been described as a very diplomatic entity. He found the idle droning of politicians and idealists to be a bit more than his surprising reserves of patience could stand. Despite that reality, the Sith Lord did have his subtleties that sometimes necessitated his direct involvement in a diplomatic mission. No. The appearance of a diplomatic mission.
"Lord Centurion. Shall I transmit the message?"
From beneath the hood of his dark blue and gray cloak, the Mask of Aatrox replied succinctly as he gazed at the planet before him. "Proceed." His order given, the vessel's Captain quickly set to the task of relaying said order to the junior officer presently supervising bridge operations.
The message itself was a canned, routine message that merely identified the vessel as a representative of the Moross Crusade. It was intended more for any Republic vessels in orbit than anything else. "Shall we attempt to establish communications with the ground?"
A thin smile framed the Sith Lord's features. "I'm sure that is quite unnecessary at this point." Cameron had never really been one to hide his presence, and it was no doubt all too identifiable to a select few. "Ensure Priestess Carter meets me in the hangar bay." Without another word, Cameron turned and made his way for the bridge's exit.
As he walked, the Sith Lord thought on his last visit to the planet and the preceding conversation. Kids these days. They never actually wanted to listen. So why return?
Deliverance of a kindness...in preparation for the arrival of complete failure.
[member="Crystal"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Never in his life had Cameron been described as a very diplomatic entity. He found the idle droning of politicians and idealists to be a bit more than his surprising reserves of patience could stand. Despite that reality, the Sith Lord did have his subtleties that sometimes necessitated his direct involvement in a diplomatic mission. No. The appearance of a diplomatic mission.
"Lord Centurion. Shall I transmit the message?"
From beneath the hood of his dark blue and gray cloak, the Mask of Aatrox replied succinctly as he gazed at the planet before him. "Proceed." His order given, the vessel's Captain quickly set to the task of relaying said order to the junior officer presently supervising bridge operations.
The message itself was a canned, routine message that merely identified the vessel as a representative of the Moross Crusade. It was intended more for any Republic vessels in orbit than anything else. "Shall we attempt to establish communications with the ground?"
A thin smile framed the Sith Lord's features. "I'm sure that is quite unnecessary at this point." Cameron had never really been one to hide his presence, and it was no doubt all too identifiable to a select few. "Ensure Priestess Carter meets me in the hangar bay." Without another word, Cameron turned and made his way for the bridge's exit.
As he walked, the Sith Lord thought on his last visit to the planet and the preceding conversation. Kids these days. They never actually wanted to listen. So why return?
Deliverance of a kindness...in preparation for the arrival of complete failure.
[member="Crystal"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"]