A P E X
This was...different.
For the most part, the Vicelord had resigned himself to the confines of chilly conference rooms for such talks. Decorum was typically at the forefront - polished titles and honied words always filled the air. Yet today, the so-called Ancient Eye had something vastly different in store. How he had come to be standing upon the distant world was an interesting turn of events. What had begun as whispers over the HoloNet had erupted into a budding relationship between two totally different cultures. And yet, there was enough of a collaborative spirit that the Ancient Eye ventured across the stars to aide the Confederacy's efforts on Ord Padron.
That was enough to warrant a full, diplomatic discussion. Pokes in the eye be damned.
Thus, a single Scimitar-class Star Courier braved the depths of Hyperspace before slicing into the atmosphere of the Eye's homeworld. And, from the instant of his arrival, things proceeded as Darth Metus assumed they would. Escort fighters guided him to the ground. Armed escorts saw him safely from the hangar to the surface...and yet, as the turbolift raised him to squint against the light of day, the Sith soon found that there was no conference room to be found. Instead, a winding river cut through the landscape, ferrying a plethora of multicolored boats upon its current. One in particular stood fast, moored upon the dock which laid before him.
Confident strides bore the Vicelord and his Apprentice, [member="Srina Talon"], forward.
Darth Metus stepped over the railing of the ship, pausing only briefly so that he might aide the young Echani aboard. He then turned, placing his sulfuric gaze upon those who had sent such a lovely invitation. [member="Seras Rose"]. @Mythos. To each was given a polite decline of his head in greeting, before he placed his hand upon his chest. "I thank the both of you for your invitation - and this spectacular welcome." he began, motioning briefly to the vessel around them. "As you are aware, my name is Darth Metus, Vicelord of the Confederacy. And this is my Apprentice, Srina Talon."
His gloved hand extended to the woman beside him, indicating the epitome of his pride and joy.
"Firstly, I would like to personally thank you for your assistance on Ord Padron. Your contributions to quelling the Crucible's presence were instrumental." he began, clasping his hands together. "And I'd like to think of that day as a sign of things to come - of a lasting relationship between your nation and mine."
This, in of itself, was a calculated risk.
A risk he was willing to take. For his people. For his Confederacy.
And for the worlds which still laid under Imperial occupation.
For the most part, the Vicelord had resigned himself to the confines of chilly conference rooms for such talks. Decorum was typically at the forefront - polished titles and honied words always filled the air. Yet today, the so-called Ancient Eye had something vastly different in store. How he had come to be standing upon the distant world was an interesting turn of events. What had begun as whispers over the HoloNet had erupted into a budding relationship between two totally different cultures. And yet, there was enough of a collaborative spirit that the Ancient Eye ventured across the stars to aide the Confederacy's efforts on Ord Padron.
That was enough to warrant a full, diplomatic discussion. Pokes in the eye be damned.
Thus, a single Scimitar-class Star Courier braved the depths of Hyperspace before slicing into the atmosphere of the Eye's homeworld. And, from the instant of his arrival, things proceeded as Darth Metus assumed they would. Escort fighters guided him to the ground. Armed escorts saw him safely from the hangar to the surface...and yet, as the turbolift raised him to squint against the light of day, the Sith soon found that there was no conference room to be found. Instead, a winding river cut through the landscape, ferrying a plethora of multicolored boats upon its current. One in particular stood fast, moored upon the dock which laid before him.
Confident strides bore the Vicelord and his Apprentice, [member="Srina Talon"], forward.
Darth Metus stepped over the railing of the ship, pausing only briefly so that he might aide the young Echani aboard. He then turned, placing his sulfuric gaze upon those who had sent such a lovely invitation. [member="Seras Rose"]. @Mythos. To each was given a polite decline of his head in greeting, before he placed his hand upon his chest. "I thank the both of you for your invitation - and this spectacular welcome." he began, motioning briefly to the vessel around them. "As you are aware, my name is Darth Metus, Vicelord of the Confederacy. And this is my Apprentice, Srina Talon."
His gloved hand extended to the woman beside him, indicating the epitome of his pride and joy.
"Firstly, I would like to personally thank you for your assistance on Ord Padron. Your contributions to quelling the Crucible's presence were instrumental." he began, clasping his hands together. "And I'd like to think of that day as a sign of things to come - of a lasting relationship between your nation and mine."
This, in of itself, was a calculated risk.
A risk he was willing to take. For his people. For his Confederacy.
And for the worlds which still laid under Imperial occupation.