The Hunger
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Veritably, the very sight of Bastion, even from afar was quite an imposing thing to behold. Not had his ship left hyperspace for more than one second or his crew had to scramble to sent through clearance codes for multiple vessels requesting to know who they were and what their business was. It did not matter all that much though, the Chancellor did not come here with hostile intentions and no doubt most of the sith loyalists and navy would scoff at even the thought of assuming a mere patrol frigate was anything of a threat to the empire, let alone the thought of those on board being a threat to the emperor and his...chosen.
There had been some hiccups, like the fact that they had to steer clear from the New Imperial Order's space, but so far, everything went smoothly, reaching Bastion was not that big of a deal, certainly not when utilizing the N&Z identification codes, making it look more like a corporate visit than anything else and in truth, it actually was in part a corporate visit, just not one in the same vein as trying to sell someships and make some meager profits by selling some products.
While so many foolish people thought that the Sith Empire was buckling under the constant threat of the New Imperial Order, the Chancellor knew better. Though the authoritarian regime of the empire had shown some cracks over the past years, he had no doubt in the ability of the Emperor to reign in these treatorous elements and to put his loyalists on one line. After all, Carnifex was the embodiment of raw, untamed power and as such was the beacon of his empire's very philosophy of 'might makes right'. For a moment though, the chancellor couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of how different they seemed to work, while he was the driving force in the shadows, with only his rank as chancellor known, there was only a small minority of people that had any true idea of who he really was and he really did like to keep it this way, for the anonimity worked as a shield. However, he knew that to deal with the Empire, he needed to drop the false pretences and show his true colors.
As his ship came closer to Bastion's orbit, while his men were dealing with yet again handling the proper clearances and codes to dock at one of the spaceports, Credius calmly held out his hand, a golden orb manifesting itself above the gloved hand. "KRONOS, I want you to bypass all security clearances and protocols...get me a secure link to the very Imperial Palace itself," Again the man could not refrain from letting out a chuckle, looking at how nervous the crew seemed to be while they were so close to the heart of what most viewed as an imperial concentration of undiluted evil. "One has to admire the very fear this place seems to instill in people, quite extraordinary."
Darth Carnifex
| Lily Kuhn