Big Things have Small Beginnings

[Kyrel Ren]

The world of Panatha, while interesting as it was. A world that once held the Dark Lord of the Sith, the Immortal Emperor of the Sith Empire, Darth Carnifex. Even a fellow Master of Ren Ara Zambrano, sadly missing in action following the Siege of Lothal at the end of the Great Galactic War. Kyrel a Master within the Order of Ren knew that Panatha remained largely the same following the loss of both Carnifex and Ara allowing Imperial rule to fill in the gap left behind with ease.

What had brought Kyrel here was to aid in the effort of locating Force Users within the ranks of recently graduated First Imperials. Either accepting them into the Ren, or offering them skills they could need in other uses to the Supreme Leader's vision. One of the noble families who had been apart of the reigns of Panatha's leaders shown to be a highly suspect when Kyrel viewed the flies of those that had recently graduated from the First Imperial Academy on the world.

Finding the location of the man known as Vaeron Vallaeris was not hard to find given the access he had to First Imperial records on the world. He found himself on route to the Castle Mirrioromere within the next few hours. Dressed in his armor the Raiment of the Vigilant, both of his sabers, his Vader's Bane, and his Harbinger rested on his back, with Bane dangling from his belt.

His speeder stopping in front of the house, he walked to the front door, thoughts coursing through his mind of what this young man was like, how strong was he in the Force, and whether he would be more useful to the Supreme Leader.


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[Vaeron Vallaeris]

The ancient castle known as Mirrormere looked like a blast from the past. For the most part, it seemed to be an ancient fortress patched worked with modern technology to create this amalgamation of a fortress. When his father had died, Vaeron made sure that the castle was fitted with the newest and improve line of weaponry and technology that the First Order had to offer. Vaeron refused to allow his home to fall just because he became the target of some rival within the First Order, or well any faction that threatened to oppose him. However, the Franken castle that was known as Mirrormere was well armed and secured, it was not the reason why he was feared across Panatha. No, that title was bestowed upon him after Vaeron ruthlessly drove an opposing house into extinction, after the latter threatened rebellion against his father. That and there was little that Vaeron did not know of, especially when it involved the Riverlands and House Vallaeris. Mirrormere was surrounded by a huge wall that was equipped with its own deflect shields and the finest weaponry that Vaeron could get his hands on, protect Mirrormere from the outside world. A huge gate rested in the center, it was guarded by turrets and sentries and provided access by land, it opened for the man on the speeder, allowing him access to the rest of the estate.

A rather slender man with jet black hair and dressed in a black uniform stood on the staircase that led to the entrance of the castle. The man crossed his arms behind his back and cast an indifferent gaze onto the rider and his speeder bike. Behind him were two stormtroopers, but they wore a crimson cloak with a golden snake eating its own tail. One of these soldiers wore no helmet, and he bared some resemblance to the slender man in black. As the man in the black cloak approached the entrance, the slender man tilted his head towards the speeder, the two soldiers walked passed Kyrel and towards the speeder.

"I welcome you to Mirrormere. When I heard that someone was searching of me, I figured it would be someone from the First Order. Especially since you found me so quickly," the man smiled softly, and spoke in a calm voice. However, his eyes did not smile when his mouth did, "I am Vaeron Vallaeris. Now, if you don't mind my Cousin and this solider will take your speeder bike to the Hanger."

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel approached the grounds of the estate slowly, with three men approaching, a guard perhaps one that belonged to the estate, and two other men one where a black coat, and from what he had sensed carried a strong Force Signature, yet it was unlikely that the man knew anything about Kyrel or that of the Knights of Ren. The Ren was largely unknown by those within the First Order. Not even the Grand Moff knew much if anything about them. They were a shadowy group that had acted in accordance with the Supreme Leader's will of course. Yet nothing was known to the general public of the Ren in a way they had acted in a similar fashion to the Imperial inquisitors of the Galactic Empire.

Kyrel looked at the man who had introduced himself as Vaeron Vallaeris. A man who had read had recently graduated from the First Imperial Acadamy. Like all graduates, they were tested. One of the tests was for Force Sensitivity and the Midi-Chlorian count he had. Soon the Ren were contacted of course, and Kyrel had volunteered this time to seek out the man. Seeing a lightsaber already attached to his belt, a curved hilt judging from the design specifically for the wielders of Makashi, a more elegant form for dueling. Not a form to which Kyrel had liked but used if necessary. Not unlike favoring the brutal form of Djem So.

"A lightsaber, where did you get this... Did you steal it Vallaeris?" He asked quizzically as he did not expect a First Imperial graduate to already possess a lightsaber. It just raised even further questions as his speeder was escorted into the Hanger. "I am the Supreme Leader's emissary, my name is Kyrel Ren... You were not that difficult to find.. Now, where did you get that saber?" He questioned yet again looking at him through the faceless expression of his mask, his anger slowly rising.

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[Kyrel Ren]

(Double post)

 

[Vaeron Vallaeris]

Vaeron continued to hold an indifferent gaze which hid his curiosity. It was only natural for Vaeron’s mind to attempt to piece together the man’s reasoning for being here, and he instinctively started to silently analyze him. He recognized that the other wore black which was a formal and elegant color, but also that the color black represented power and authority, alongside fear and evil. Vaeron noted that his chosen attire could hint towards a dark persona, his eyes then dropped down to the man lightsaber. From that Vaeron deducted that he was a force user and judging from his attire he was a follower of the dark side of the force, and the reason that the stranger was here was to investigate Vaeron's connection to the force. If he was correct about his suspicions of the stranger being force sensitive, Vaeron then reasoned that this man was here to persuade him into joining some dark side force cult. A rather sour taste formed in Vaeron's mouth at the thought of joining some cult, and he would rather keep his House out of such primitive things. His cousin and the guard mounted the speeder bike and escorted the bike to the hangers.

Vaeron's eyes dangerously narrowed in on the other man questioned if he stole the lightsaber, such actions were beneath him. His hand went down to the lightsaber, at the end of the curved hilt was a makeshift snake's head. "This weapon is a family heirloom, my great-great-great-great-great grandfather was a Sith Lord. Upon his death the weapon was passed down from generation to generation." he unhooked the lightsaber, activated the weapon, and perform the Makashi salute. "Usually the weapon would be contained in a display case, but I like to dabble in swordplay." he turned the blade off and placed the lightsaber back onto his belt. The man's next statement confirmed most of Vaeron's suspicions, "An emissary from the Supreme Leader, I must admit that I am somewhat shocked and honored" he paused for a moment and cocked an eyebrow towards the man. He paused for a moment and then stepped aside to offer the man entrance, "Please come in, forgive me for sounding rude then, but may I ask what is your reasoning for being here? And if you will be staying the night?"