Burning Questions (PM for Invite)

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Mustafarian Orbit​

Ijaat rested in a dream like state, tranquilized and sedated chemically into a coma like existence to try and keep the man from destroying anything or anyone further in his psychosis.... For a long time, his mind had been strained, weakened and dangerously close to the edge. The FLEETCOM station over Fondor, finding [member="Aerin Akun"] .... It had unhinged what little of the shaky control he still had to his command, and he had gone berserk as his wife had tried to ram a blade into his very heart.

And so, before he had gotten worse, in a sparse lucid moment, Ijaat had instructed his Dreadguard brothers to make for Mustafar. There dwelt a droid, or something, the reports varied, who was an expert on Artificial Intelligence. If this [member="Ultimatum"] could somehwo extract Geoff from Ijaats' mind, and fix him, surely the maddened A.I. could communicate and work with his counterpart to develop a way to heal the positively shattered psyche of his creator. Or, at the least, that was Ijaat's hope when he told Rook where to go, and how to sedate him. For now, the newly minted Dreadguard lay as if entombed, dead to the world.

[member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Rook"] | [member="Ylvaris Desman"]

 

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Diplomacy was not Rook's strong suit. He would have preferred to make his demands via the blade, but situations such as this demanded otherwise. [member="Ultimatum"] was not a terrible ruler, as he had been lead to believe, and there was no reason to usurp a man -- or droid -- that did not supplement his rule via tyrannical methods. Beside that, Ijaat had fallen into a stupor. The realization that the Beast truly was [member="Ijaat Akun"] had both surprised Rook, and seemed expected. He was always willing to go the extra mile; to do things others would shy away from. In that state of mind, he had crafted the third generation of Dreadguard. Now he was paying for it.

Standing tall, the High Lord loomed over his unconscious brother. He was clad in his power armor, though the helmet was clipped to his belt, and replaced by a hood of silken white. His rifle and war blade were strapped to his belt and back respectively. To help his wayward sibling, Rook would need to work with this Ultimatum fellow. Still, the High Lord could only be so flexible. His sole hope was that this technological amalgamation would not be too demanding.

[member="Ylvaris Desman"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Where had life led Kelghast? He started off as a simple man. Like most beings in this galaxy, he had nothing special to his name and lived life day by day without much to ponder over. He could have lived out the rest of his days like a normal person. This thing that he was now he did not necessarily consider a "gift" as much as it was a burden at times. He enjoyed his new family, friends, and the opportunity to change the lives of millions for the better. But did he actually care? A look in the mirror made him realize that he didn't. These people he fought for never truly appreciated what they had until it was gone. Planets torn asunder by corruption, greed, and the Sith. The Jedi were no exception to this fact, for they too had sins under their mask of "justice". They couldn't even save themselves if the tried.

Kelghast joined his brethren and saw [member="Rook"] standing over [member="Ijaat Akun"]. The newest addition to the Dreadguard was off in some other world, dreaming. The crimson-clad warrior had never heard of [member="Ultimatum"] before, but that was probably due to lack of interest. Names didn't really come by Kelghast often unless they intrigued him, and all he had to go by on this one was hearsay from his comrades.

"Tell me, Rook. What is it you hope to achieve toward the end? Do we finally engrave our names into the stars and minds of all? Or do we steer away from the threats that stand at our front door? I see the Jedi as a problem in general. I do not trust them or any Force User that collaborates among them. Do not expect me to uphold a peace if I don't have to."

The demonic looking Dreadguard fell silent after that. Rook had to know by now that this man, in his twisted state, had to have some kind of a point. Though biased in opinion, the truth of failure rings out and echoes all through history. But will the bell toll for the Dreadguard? Or will they make a difference that stands for generations.

 

[Ultimatum]

There had been much happening in recent days. Ultimatum had unexpectedly required more time preparing for the arrival of visitors more important than anything before. This would be the first time dealing with invaders of sorts. He had noticed that not one had been particularly hostile so far. It was not normal for him to take time away from preparing daily schedules for the government officials under his command. Even his backup processors were put forward into his preparation.

Legion had at first believed this to be a temporary issue. Ever since he had alerted the leader droid to the arrival of warships his boss had seemed to be somewhere else. Legion had discussed the issue with the crew of the Fate. They had been surprised and concerned as well. This was a possible crisis and their leader seemed to be indisposed for a reason. They had prepared to send orders for setting war. They had been ordered to not put anything into action however by a last minute order from Ultimatum.

When Legion had tried to locate Ultimatum he had found him in none of his usual places. He was concerned, Mustafar would not hold forever without a leader and while there were plans in place in the case that Ultimatum should lose this planet. Legion did not want to enact those contingencies.

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Having been sent for by the new arrivals, Ultimatum was unsure as to how to proceed. He wondered if perhaps this was a trap intended to remove him to help install a new ruler. It wouldn't have been unexpected. He was concerned though, he had no way of really getting anybody of importance off planet without the enemy probably seeing it coming.

He had however decided that he would go out and met with these new comers. He had been ordered to meet with the leaders of the incoming force. He had been surprised, perhaps a public execution.... of a droid? There were a few things that now fell out of place and he was left curious. What could the want?

He had taken his freighter up, one of those Dynamic class he had bought some time ago. He wanted to not involve his other droids. Thus he came to the orbital position sending his arrival notice ahead. "This is Ultimatum, until now ruler of Mustafar. You have requested I come here. Do I have clearance to land?"

[member="Ylvaris Desman"] [member="Rook"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]