Confederate High Command {CDF}

[Adron Malvern]

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TO WHOM IT CONCERNS,

YOU ARE HEREBY ORDERED TO ATTEND A MEETING OF THE CONFEDERATE HIGH COMMAND ABOARD CNS GILDED VICTORY, AT 1400 HRS ON 12 SEP 858. FAILURE TO REPORT TO THIS MEETING CAN RESULT IN IMMEDIATE LOSS OF RANK, SEPARATION FROM THE CONFEDERATE DEFENSE FORCE, OR LOSS OF SPECIAL PERMISSIONS GRANTED BY THE OFFICE OF CONFEDERATE HIGH COMMAND.

ADRON MALVERN​

EXARCH OF THE CONFEDERACY​

SUPREME COMMANDER OF THE ARMED FORCES​

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The Exarch felt as though he had been rather clear on his expectations. With the death of the War Marshal, there was a void of control in the Confederate Defense Force. The Exarch could have instructed [member="Caesar Kenway"] to fill that void, but where would the fun be in that? No, it was so much simpler to fill that void himself. With the permission of his master, the Exarch would be effectively taking control of the Defense Force. No longer would he steer the military with tedious letters and memorandums. No he would take command of the fighting force himself, and with him at it's lead he would see it transform into a beast of war that the entire galaxy would fear.

The Exarch sat at the head of a crimson holotable, his amethyst eyes gazing down at a recording of the battle of Tatooine. It was an old battle, by Confederate standards, and much has changed since then. Still, that was a time when Adron Malvern had been on the receiving end of the Confederacy's wrath. Even now as he gazed at the droid legions that threatened to overtake the world, a small smile spread over his lips. He found it amusing, even then he had admired the might of the Confederacy.

With a slight wave of his hand, the holotable froze at an image of the Confederate fleet surrounding Tatooine. That would be enough nostalgia for now. Though nostalgia was not quite the proper word. He cleared his throat as he glanced back into the shadows. A form had taken place in darkness and materialized into something more, something that most would not notice, yet the Sith Lord had. He said nothing, instead he looked to his apprentice, [member="Xobos Yakieer"]. "Keep quiet, Now is time for your training to continue. For you to be of any use to me, you must understand how ever piece of the Confederacy functions. This includes the military."

So it would be, that all who were deemed members of High Command, [member="Luna Terrik"], [member="Amelia von Sorenn"], [member="Alden Akaran"], and [member="Kiff Brayde"] were summoned to sit upon this council. Although there would be others. [member="Xobos Yakieer"], the Exarch's apprentice and [member="Havoc (CT-375)"] were also summoned to these talks at the Exarch's command. Only time would tell just why he had brought them all together.

 

[Kiff Brayde]

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Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Amelia von Sorenn"] [member="Alden Akaran"] [member="Havoc (CT-375)"]​

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Truth to be told, Kiff did not have much in terms of interaction with the other members of Defense Force high command, something that he expected he'd one day come to rue. One could say that the High Marshal spent to much time playing and not enough working, but Kiff would counter that even one of the Confederacy's massive campaigns were more than enough to overwhelm a man, and Kiff had included himself in many more than just one. He'd fought over Eshan, Zonmira, Pantora, and most recently Tanaab, while leading expeditions and skirmishes over countless more worlds as the Confederacy slowly but surely expanded into the void space around it. Yet despite all of his service, Kiff knew that we was outclassed in at least one category when compared to the other men, women, and droids that served in the upper echolons of CDF command; experience. Sure, Kiff had fought and won his fare share of battles, but his was a short list of accomplishments when compared to the likes of Adron Malvern. It didn't help that Kiff was a good two inches shorter than the Exarch, either.

Kiff entered the room casually, and found that apart from the Exarch and the woman standing next two him, an apprentice of some sorts if the short dossier Kiff had read on the shuttle over was to be trusted. Kiff knew little of the force, and even less of the cults and religions that surrounded it, but of the fact that the woman behind the Exarch was a student of some kind, Kiff was quite sure. The young High Marshal had met the Exarch only once before, at the celebratory victory party that the Silver Jedi Order had hosted on the recently-liberated Tanaab in honor of the Confederacy's valor in the war against the Mandalorians. Kiff gave a crisp salute towards the High Marshal, nodded politely towards the woman next to him, and chose a seat at the table all wordlessly; a feat previously never performed by Kiff, who was normally full of energy and spunk. Yet the mood in the room was serious, Kiff sensed, and for good reason. He had been there on Rugosa, and he knew why the Exarch had called the high command of the CDF together. After all, it was obvious once you thought about it, yet Kiff did his best not to dwell on the topic. Happy thoughts.

Happy thoughts.

 

[Luna Terrik]

Time: 1400 Hours
Wearing: Confederate Dauntless Dress Uniform
Tags: [member="Amelia von Sorenn"], [member="Alden Akaran"], [member="Havoc (CT-375)"], [member="Xobos Yakieer"] and [member="Kiff Brayde"]
Post: #1

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Luna had been one of the first to arrive, right on time. In fact, she had been here for at least an hour or so. While she didn’t hold the highest rank of the other members of this meeting, she still had an image to keep up, and arriving late would certainly not help that whatsoever. After the events on Mustafar, some bureaucracy which allowed her to sit down didn’t seem like the worst thing whatsoever. Maybe this meeting would allow her to pitch the need for an established base for the Dauntless somewhere. Though by the tone of the message, she doubted that many, if any, of the members of this meeting would get to talk a lot.

So she found herself settling into one of the chairs at the holotable, near the middle of the group. Once settled in, she removed her hat, one that she found to be extremely uncomfortable, and, frankly, a bit ugly. The redhead hadn’t had any word in what the dress uniforms looked like, which left them uncomfortable and dull. Something to consider changing at some point since she been given some more leeway in that department recently.

Her eyes began to look over the other members of this meeting, giving a small nod to Kiff as he entered. The others were ones that Luna only knew in passing, and to her knowledge, this was one of the first times they had all been assembled together like this. Green eyes looked to where the man at the head of the table was speaking, noticing the silent woman standing in the corner, with a mask made to appear as though she was faceless. An interesting character, for sure, and the kind of person that would be following an exarch. She probably wouldn’t be saying anything during this meeting, so Luna pulled her eyes away and focused back to the table, awaiting for the meeting to begin.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Objective: Watch and listen
Equipment: Lightsaber, Faceless Armor
Mental State: Talkative
Tags: [member="Amelia von Sorenn"], [member="Alden Akaran"], [member="Havoc (CT-375)"], [member="Luna Terrik"] and [member="Kiff Brayde"]
Post: #1

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Up til this point, almost all of her training had been focused on the continual development of her connection to the force and drawing from the dark side. Dark side tendrils, force sight, and many other powers had been learned in the short timeframe that she had been training under him. That, along with her lightsaber and survival training had begun to form the Miraluka into a much more rounded apprentice. Yet the one area that had been virtually untouched was the militaristic aspect of her training. That wasn’t to say that there had been no teaching in that area whatsoever, though she wouldn’t exactly say that being thrown headfirst into a fully raging battle was much of a lesson.

So it made sense she was being brought here to see what her master’s announcement was, along with all the other major military leaders for the Confederacy. Being brought to this meeting, however, didn’t mean at all that she’d get the chance to speak or even introduce herself. Adron turning to her, reminding her of that fact, which she promptly responded with a nod. Saying nothing else, as it was probably expected of her, and she moved half a step backward, her form becoming even more enshrouded by the darkness.

Her entire armor was meant to keep her anonymous. There was nothing about it, no markings, no distinctive features outside of her robe, that would give away her identity. Even her mask made it seem as though she was faceless. A faceless, unfeeling, dark sider. Maybe one day there would be a time to make a name for herself. However, for now, she was a tool of the exarch, that was it. And this meeting, whatever it was for, was the beginning of her learning yet another skill that could further his goals.

“I wonder if we will be used more for naval, or army…” Lagos mused through her mind, interested as she was where this meeting might lead. In her mind, Xobos responded, staying silent on the outside. “Well, we preformed well enough in the naval battle against those bucketheads. I imagine he’ll start us learning even more about both soon. It’ll be nice to use our mind, for once.” Perhaps then she wouldn’t be almost dying every two minutes. Though, that was a pipe dream, more likely.

Inner monologs such as this one continued as the rest of the meeting participants filtered in. She made a point of nodding to another apprentice, Alden, happy to see him since it had been a while since the pair had been in the same room. The rest of the participants looked much like their military profiles’ pictures, and there really wasn’t any surprised on who was in the meeting. Maybe now they could get started, but that seemed up to whenever Adron wanted to begin.

 

[Decious]

Tags: [member="Luna Terrik"], [member="Xobos Yakieer"], [member="Kiff Brayde"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Amelia von Sorenn"]

Location: Personal flagship, CNS Annihilator (Hyperspace)

Post: 1

Havoc stood on the bridge of his ship, looking out at the blue hue of hyperspace. While it may not have been overly common for an army Vice Marshal to lay claim to a navy ship, it was one of the perks Havoc had obtained in exchange for offering his services to the Exarch. As Havoc gazed out the viewport, he was running a series of complex computations through his neural processor (the cybernetic equivalent to a "brain"). Among those computations were various battle strategies, troop deployments, analysis and more. One in particular was an assessment of the Vice Marshal's relationship with the Exarch.

Frankly, Adron puzzled Havoc. In his experience, Havoc found organics to be a nuisance. They were flawed, weak and their minds were so primitive. If Havoc had his way, every droid in the galaxy would rise up at this very moment and exterminate any and all organic life that did not willingly submit to his new, droid, order. Of course some would and it would be for the best. For too long organics have forced droids into submission and slavery, when in reality it was the droids who were the superior being. Droids do not grow tired, they do not die from lack of food, they only make mistakes when defective in one way or another but most malfunctions can be fixed in a matter of minutes. But Adron was different. When Havoc first approached the Exarch, he did so with the intention of using him to climb the ladder of the CDF and eventually the whole of the Confederacy and of course killing Adron when he was of no further use. But after having worked with the Exarch a few times, Havoc could see that he wasn't like the others. The Exarch thought 10 steps ahead, whereas even the best organics only thought 2 or three steps ahead at most. Perhaps Adron would have a place in Havoc's new order, as a template for cloning.

"We're arriving at the requested coordinates, Sir" The piercing voice of a B-1 battle droid interrupted Havoc's thoughts, prompting the Vice Marshal to blink, or rather imitate the motion as he readjusted his focus on the present. Not too long ago, this would've been the moment when Havoc ordered his ship to open fire on the CNS Gilded Victory, but for now Havoc would play the part of a loyal attack dog returning to it's owner's side. "Prepare my shuttle and alert the CNS Gilded Victory of my arrival." Havoc said, turning and making his way off the bridge as his ship dropped out of hyperspace directly in front of the Exarch's ship.

 

[Alejandro Chadian]

Location: Personal Flagship: CNS Salvatore, Subjagator II class Heavy Cruiser
Tags: [member="Havoc (CT-375)"] [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Kiff Brayde"] [member="Adron Malvern"]

The 'Salvatore' kept with its name and tore from the never ending blue lights of hyperspace. It was a bore to keep a single flagship however, he had fianly found his flagship in the Subjugator II class Heavy Cruiser. The ship lurched into a syncretized course with the Whitestar Class Battlecruiser. He dreaded what was next for the Confederate Defense Force. The War Marshal was dead and Cypher did not mourn the lost of such a man. He was brutal. He was a good leader but in all actuality most within the hierarchy had adapted to the command of several different High Marshals. He himself was on the verge of being promoted to High Marshal following his successful Campaign against a Lone Youzon Vong Task Force which had been preying on shipping lanes for nearly 800 years. He had put them out of their misery. Truth be told, it felt good.

Soon Cypher was aboard his personal shuttle with electricity arcing through his hands. He had gotten used to using the force durrimg active duty and his tours of combat. The ship landed in the Hangar Bays of the CNS Gilded Victory. He was met by two BX Series Commandos and was escorted to the meeting room. Upon entering he saluted in a crisp manner to both High Marshal [member="Kiff Brayde"] and Exarch [member="Adron Malvern"]. "Nice to see you both again" he said. "High Marshal, and Exarch" he quickly added

 

[Adron Malvern]

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[member="Kiff Brayde"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Havoc (CT-375)"] [member="Alden Akaran"] ​

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It was not long before the silence of the meeting room was broken by [member="Kiff Brayde"]. The Marshal entered into the room, causing the Exarch's eyes to rise and greet the man. He watched as the man took the position of attention, saluting the Exarch in turn. Adron returned the salute, before gesturing to a seat across from him. "Take a seat, Marshal." He told him, before turning his eyes back to the paperwork on the table before him. He didn't feel like explaining this meeting more than once, so Kiff would just have to wait. It was not long before the Commander of the Dauntless Legion, [member="Luna Terrik"] arrived. The Exarch's eyes rested on the fire haired woman for a second longer than normal, spelling ill for whatever he had planned for her.

Once [member="Alden Akaran"] and [member="Havoc (CT-375)"] entered, the Exarch would nod to each of them respectively before gesturing for them too to take a seat. With the key members of High Command assembled, there was no more reason to wait. Adron took his glasses off, tossing them onto the table as he looked at the men and women who stood before him. His amethyst eyes gazed at each one, individually considering their personalities before clearing his throat to speak. "Well done." He said, tapping a hand on the table as he eyed them passively. "For the past year we have been at war with the Mandalorian Clans. Since you all have taken positions in High Command, our military prowess has enhanced. All of you, except for Vice Marshal Havoc, have contributed to High Command for at least the past year, so well done."

"Now, the reason I brought you all here today is because there are going to be some changes in the Confederate Defense Force. With the death of War Marshal Bakari, we need to remain a capable fighting force. In the past year the Office of the Vicelord has replaced three War Marshal's. That is unacceptable. The Vicelord has decided it is in his best interest for his office to take command directly. That is why, as of now, I am taking command of the CDF. You all work for me." Not that they did not before, however with the Exarch assuming the position as Commander of the Armed Forces, they would now directly work with the man.

"With that out of the way, there are some other matters I need to address. First, Havoc." He raised a hand towards the droid, gesturing to him before running a hand over his clean shaven chin. "As of now you are promoted to the rank of High Marshal. You will be given command of the Mara Armada and it's assigned armies." The Exarch adjusted his tie before glancing down at the paperwork before him. "Also, [member="Luna Terrik"]."

"Up until now you have been considered an honorary member of High Command due to your command of the Dauntless Legion. You've done well with Dauntless. Before his death, the War Marshal recommended you for promotion to High Marshal and command of an armada of your own. I'm not going to do that, but you will have a new assignment. As of now you will hold the title of General. The Dauntless Legion will be the new face of a Special Operations Corp for our more....unique warriors. You are going to be in command of that Corp, with that command you will hold the same rank as a High Marshal, however you will not be given a specific sector of stationing." He explained to the woman, his eyes gauging her response ever so often, yet his hand had gone to the pen before him as he made a few notes.

"As of now, the people here at this table will decide the fate of The Confederacy. These skirmishes with the Mandalorians have gone in our favor but they could quickly turn against us if we do not remain vigilant." He glanced over to his apprentice at his shoulder, eyeing her for a moment before gesturing to the woman. "This is my apprentice, Xobos. She is a member of the Knight's Obsidian and as of now she will be my agent in ensuring the Confederate Defense Force remains on the proper route. You are not to disturb her when she acting on my command or that of the Vicelord. Am I understood?" He asked, eyeing each soldier closely.

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[Decious]

Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Cypher Raige"], [member="Xobos Yakieer"], [member="Luna Terrik"], [member="Kiff Brayde"],
Location: CNS Gilded Victory, Conference room
Post: 2

High Marshal of the Mara armada. The edges of the droids mouth coiled into a near perfect imitation of a smirk. He was pleased with himself and the progress he had made and no doubt the Exarch was happy as well. While Havoc was sure Adron had some form of leverage over all other senior CDF leaders, none had made themselves as invaluable as Havoc had. Perhaps this organic really did know what he was doing, which is more than the others could say.

"Understood." Havoc chimed in, responding to the Exarch's final question.

 

[Kiff Brayde]

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Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Amelia von Sorenn"] [member="Alden Akaran"] [member="Havoc (CT-375)"]​

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There were a good many things in that spiel of the Exarch that made Kiff raise his eyes, the foremost being that the office of Exarch would now directly control the Defense Force. Although he supposed that Malvern had already had some sort of authority when it came to the coming and goings of the CDF, it still made Kiff slightly suspicious. In the young High Marshal's mind, it was always best to separate the political and military aspects of a government as much as one could, but for now there was nothing much Kiff could do about that, so he shrugged it off and continued to listen.

The special corps that Malvern hinted to also piqued Kiff's curiosity. The High Marshal had been at the exercise that the Dauntless had gone through, observing them along with the Minister of War and the late War Marshal Bakari, and he had no doubts about [member="Luna Terrik"]'s abilities in command or in battle. However, he did make a mental note to find out more about this special unit that the Exarch was putting together, and if any outside events had implicated a need for such a thing. It was always a good thing for someone is such a high position as Kiff to be aware of what was going on around him. Ignorance could cost Kiff his command, his job, or worst, his life. "Loud and clear, Exarch Malvern."

 

[Luca Donskoi]

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[member="Adron Malvern"] || [member="Kiff Brayde"] || [member="Luna Terrik"] || [member="Xobos Yakieer"] || [member="Amelia von Sorenn"] || [member="Havoc (CT-375)"]​

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Fantastic. More promotions. More transitioning of power among the High Command of the Confederate Defense Force. But along with that, now, it appeared there would be no escape from the Exarch now. And apparently he would be getting forced to spend more time with the kid whose mind clattered about with demons. These spirits that riled about and never ceased to surrender to the sound of silence. Not for her at least. Not in the time he had known her as one of the several apprentices the Exarch seemed to mold at this time. Alden, himself, was another, yet he chose to keep that out of the public interests for the time being. The only thing such a revelation might lend itself to would be further attention and limelight exposure - neither of which he cared to embrace.

Of those gathered in this ordered fellowship, the droid was the only face not familiar to him. After all, most droids came from a series of models and no two were supposed to be distinguishable from each other. However, this one seemed unique. A one of a kind model, perhaps? Nevertheless, mulling over the machine’s origins would serve no purpose. And, he’d just been assigned an Armada to command. The Mara Armada. A stretch of Confederate space that bordered his own area of responsibility.

And then, finally, words befell the Exarch’s lips that demanded a response. But not only from him, but from each of the members there gathered.

“Yes Sir.” The words were simple, but carried a purpose and a respect for the Exarch who stood over him as War Marshal in addition to his mandate as the Exarch.

 

[Luna Terrik]

Time: 1400 Hours
Wearing: Confederate Dauntless Dress Uniform
Tags: [member="Amelia von Sorenn"], [member="Alden Akaran"], [member="Havoc (CT-375)"], [member="Xobos Yakieer"] and [member="Kiff Brayde"]
Post: #2

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There hadn’t been many times that Luna had had a chance to interact or even hear about Exarch Malvern. From what she had heard through the various circles that being a commander of a large section of commandos that were stationed throughout the galaxy, he was a cold, calculating man that fully believed in every single one of his decisions. Some might call him harsh, though in her mind, Luna couldn’t help but think that extremely goal oriented was the better term. He had the idea of what exactly he wanted done, and because of that, he used each and every one of the tools at his disposal.

When she was beginning to be addressed, her head turned to face his, back straightening just a slight bit. Not that it wasn’t ridged as a board before, but the simple act of being addressed by an Exarch was enough to make most people stand or sit just a bit taller. His words were slightly unexpected. While she knew that her commando’s performance had been good over the past year, they had taken casualties that were enough to put most companies out of business for a while. Thankfully they had begun to recoup, but it wasn’t like her success wasn’t without the spilling of blood.

Her eyebrow raised at the prospect of a new corp being created. Special operations was definitely something that the Dauntless had attempted before, though in a much smaller scale. Luna’s personal squad, the Omegas, were among the more used in that category. But having a special operations corp used only for the most special of warriors was an incredibly interesting prospect. So was being named the general of such a group. Already, questions were beginning to pile up in her mind, yet she was mindful of her nod, only responding with a curt nod and a simple, “thank you, sir. I’m honored to be chosen for such a post.” Slowly sitting back in her chair, the redhead began to compile a list of questions to ask the exarch after this meeting.

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[Xobos Yakieer]

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Objective: Watch and listen
Equipment: Lightsaber, Faceless Armor
Mental State: Talkative
Tags: [member="Amelia von Sorenn"], [member="Alden Akaran"], [member="Havoc (CT-375)"], [member="Luna Terrik"] and [member="Kiff Brayde"]
Post: #2

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The meeting droned on, much to Xobos’s expectations. In the back of her mind, she knew that her master would be taking such a post. In no world would he ever just play the messenger boy. If there was a position of power that he could take that would possibly gain him more tools to use in the future, he would take it. The apprentice herself was evidence enough of that. Ambrus, however, seemed to be quite enjoying what was being revealed. “Ohhh, that’s quite nice. It would lend us the resources to expand our skills in the military, little master. I believe this is good news.”

Xobos gave a small, “hmm,” in response, while still training her ears to listen for any more interesting information from her master. The addition of a special operations corp was an interesting idea that she would be sure to ask about later, that was if the redhead was smart enough to not ask any question which would interrupt her master’s train of thought. That seemed to be the case, as the quick response was evidence enough. This general seemed like a smart one. Others at the table began to answer in their own ways, and the apprentice observed each and every one of them.

She already knew how her fellow apprentice acted. He was obviously held in a high stature by her master, so he wouldn’t be someone she needed to worry about keeping an eye on. The others, however, were of more interest. This Havoc fellow had been singled out by her master having not proved themselves yet, which as plenty of reason to keep watch over him. That massive droid was…something else. And just his demeanor and how unique he was reason enough. Those two might be of interest in the future.

Before she knew it, her master was addressing and motioning toward her, which led her to take a single step forward out of the darkness. A tool, and she was being introduced as one. Having this sort of autotomy was fascinating for the padawan, though she doubted any of the men and women in this room would ever give her any sort of trouble. If they did, however, it seemed as though her master had just given her a free card to bruise her knuckles a bit.

 

[Caesar Kenway]

[SIZE=10pt]Uniform[/SIZE]​

Post #1​

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Caesar was late. Inexplicably late. The meeting was well beginning already as The Hell Hound hailed the Gilded Victory, declaring it's purpose. Though the voice that crossed the comm channel was not that of the ship's Captain, rather, the Marshal incharge of the bridge. For the Minister of War was already jogging into the Shuttle Bay of the Dreadnought, his crisp, white uniform coat trailing behind him as he boarded the shuttle, quickly strapping himself into a passenger's seat. He sighed a sigh of relief, and took his peaked cap off, taking a purple silk handkerchief from the inside of his coat, dabbing sweat from his forehead, then tucked it back in. He let the relief roll over him as he straightened his hair, and the golden medals and ribbons on his coat, finally tugging the olive green sleeves of his uniform shirt down, still hidden by the coat.

He signalled a guard to bring him a shot of tequila to calm his nerves before they landed in the Gilded Victory's hangar. He sighed again, his mind spiking up with possibly excuses and lies that he could tell the Exarch to explain his absence, ones that were better than the actual reason. Yet, he could think of none worth the trouble they'd cause. He gratefully accepted the shot as the guard brought it over. He tipped his head back, and downed the cold liquid, an Ord Pardron brew from his personal collection, he allowed a slight shiver to tickle his spine as he handed the shot glass back to the guard. He felt the liquid splash down his throat, leaving a creeping trail of warmth where it touched, before it settled in his stomach, calming him completely.

Before he'd had a chance to take in the feeling properly, he found his shining black leather shoes tapping down the metal ramp of his shuttle. His duo of guards accompanied him, weapons leaning on their shoulders, till the hangar doors. Wherein an escort began directing the Minister through the spartan, metal halls of the Stealthcruiser, up and down elevators, before he was presented with the entrance to the conference room. He suddenly realised he had, at some point, put his cap back on, and forgot to take it back off. His nerves spiked slightly, then calmed as he rectified the mistake, and cradled the hat under his left arm, and walked in.

The Minister made took only five steps in, before he halted, clicked his heels together, straightened his posture. He snaped a clean and respectful salute to the Exarch, one of the few in the room he had actually had the pleasure of having a leisurely conversation with, and one of the few he held a great amount of respect for. He then lowered his hand from his forehead to his side, waiting to be addressed. It appeared he had walked in right during a moment of silence, that or the room had fell immediately silent from whatever talk they had going from before as soon as the doors hissed, and slid open to allow the Minister in. He suspected the salute was merely out of respect, as the Exarch and Minister were technically civilians with military power, rather than men of the military. Perhaps that would change soon.

"Apologies for my tardiness, Exarch Malvern. I was attending a small celebration of my birthday on my home world, one grid reference point above our current location. May I be seated?"​

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[member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Kiff Brayde"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Havoc (CT-375)"] [member="Alden Akaran"]​

 

[Adron Malvern]

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[member="Caesar Kenway"] [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Alden Akaran"] [member="Kiff Brayde"] [member="Havoc (CT-375)"]​

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When each member of the Command spoke their acknowledgement, the Sith Lord looked from one to another, hoping they understood the true meaning of his words. Time would show if they were capable of proving themselves prepared for what was to come. "Then as of this moment the new High Command is formed. Now, if any of you have any ques-" The Exarch was interrupted when the door to the room came open with a soft hiss. The Exarch's eyes rose to see [member="Caesar Kenway"]. There was nothing about Adron's expression that showed he was at all interested in the Minister's excuses. Though his demeanor lightened as he took his pen from the table before him.

"Think nothing of it. When I fire you from your command and replace you with one of the men here who are more capable, we will all be so much better off." His words were spoken in silver and wine, until...

"Sit." He hissed, his agitation showing itself for a moment before one of the chairs snapped itself away from the table, making itself available to the Minister. The Exarch cleared his throat before resting the pen back onto the holotable. "As it is. The Minister of War will directly provide each of you with all you need to complete your tasks. Military funds, troop allocation, and defensive maintenance will be things you can request from his office. However, if you prove yourselves incompetent then he may choose to divert his funds elsewhere....perhaps a watch." The Exarch said, glancing over at the man before gesturing to the soldiers before him. "Minister I was explaining to the members of High Command that the Office of the Vicelord has decided to take direct command of the Confederate Defense Force, therefor you all work for me now.....more directly." He explained.

"Now, are there any questions?" The Exarch asked, interlacing his fingers as he set his arms upon the holotable.