Thrael
Ruusan.
There were few things in the galaxy that drew his fixed attention; very few of them planets. As such there was a level of intrigue that arose during his inquiry and investigation into the recovery, employment and further reputation of the once lost flagship of the legendary Grand Admiral Thrawn. While he had tracked every detail and lead to it's furthest extent, worn every thread to the barest of it's fiber, the piece of the puzzle that did not fit into the grander scale of his study, was the planet of Ruusan.
The home of the Ruusan Accords.
Before his departure from the Empire he had heard rumor of political dealings between the powers of the known galaxy; dealings observed by the infamous and freshly scattered Jedi Order. Though it was not the Jedi that struck him curious as he contemplated the gravity of unfolding events, but rather the political failure; the peace that never came to pass. A galaxy at war was never won by the political ravings of those in contested standing. Least of all in a space inhabited by imperialistic justice.
As the blue streaks of hyperspace faded away into blackness, mixing with the stars and ultimately leaving nothing but them, the admonished Chiss officer stepped forth to view the planet through the viewport. Poised calmly, hands clasped at his back and flanked by Cerberus Squadron he took the few seconds allowed to him to contemplate his approach to those he knew to likely already be on the surface. His instinct was to call forth Commander Tivel, only to wave a hand and be met with the hesitant steps of his newest right hand.
"Yes, Admiral?" The man fumbled as he stood inches short of the Chiss.
"Call up the invitation from the installation Greywall," he breathed, his glowing red eyes poring over the man as he approached. He observed as the man's heart rate quickened and the characteristic red hue faded from beneath his skin as the blood flushed away from his face. He was anxious, and likely more than a bit frightened. "I wish to go over it before we make our departure to the surface. I would prefer to be prepared for what is receiving us down there than to be caught off guard."
"O-of course, sir- I mean- right away!" The man fumbled before staggering off the same direction he'd come.
The Chiss watched as the blood returned but only in the most pale of hues, his fear replaced by a that very same anxiety as he carried himself off. Once the man had gone, disappeared into the recesses of the ship and likely to the his personal quarters. Bringing his arms around from behind him, one supporting the other as a hand curled just beneath his chin, the Chiss officer peered once again out the viewport. It was in that moment that he realized that he had never been to the Ruusan System; at the very least not in a fashion that had required his extended appraisal.
Taking a step towards the viewport, and further from the busy work of the bridge's trenches, he raised a hand to call over the comms officer.
"Deliver a message to the surface," he uttered quietly as he heard the returning steps of the commander just moments later. In truth, he had not needed the files to be brought to him, as the junior officer had likely discovered moments after his departure. Allowing the officer his moment of humiliation in lack of foresight, with a small grim smile on his face, the Chiss directed the comms officer to his station. Only for him to pause for an eerie, and pointedly, extended period of time.
"Tell them we've arrived."
[member="Cedric Grayson"]
There were few things in the galaxy that drew his fixed attention; very few of them planets. As such there was a level of intrigue that arose during his inquiry and investigation into the recovery, employment and further reputation of the once lost flagship of the legendary Grand Admiral Thrawn. While he had tracked every detail and lead to it's furthest extent, worn every thread to the barest of it's fiber, the piece of the puzzle that did not fit into the grander scale of his study, was the planet of Ruusan.
The home of the Ruusan Accords.
Before his departure from the Empire he had heard rumor of political dealings between the powers of the known galaxy; dealings observed by the infamous and freshly scattered Jedi Order. Though it was not the Jedi that struck him curious as he contemplated the gravity of unfolding events, but rather the political failure; the peace that never came to pass. A galaxy at war was never won by the political ravings of those in contested standing. Least of all in a space inhabited by imperialistic justice.
As the blue streaks of hyperspace faded away into blackness, mixing with the stars and ultimately leaving nothing but them, the admonished Chiss officer stepped forth to view the planet through the viewport. Poised calmly, hands clasped at his back and flanked by Cerberus Squadron he took the few seconds allowed to him to contemplate his approach to those he knew to likely already be on the surface. His instinct was to call forth Commander Tivel, only to wave a hand and be met with the hesitant steps of his newest right hand.
"Yes, Admiral?" The man fumbled as he stood inches short of the Chiss.
"Call up the invitation from the installation Greywall," he breathed, his glowing red eyes poring over the man as he approached. He observed as the man's heart rate quickened and the characteristic red hue faded from beneath his skin as the blood flushed away from his face. He was anxious, and likely more than a bit frightened. "I wish to go over it before we make our departure to the surface. I would prefer to be prepared for what is receiving us down there than to be caught off guard."
"O-of course, sir- I mean- right away!" The man fumbled before staggering off the same direction he'd come.
The Chiss watched as the blood returned but only in the most pale of hues, his fear replaced by a that very same anxiety as he carried himself off. Once the man had gone, disappeared into the recesses of the ship and likely to the his personal quarters. Bringing his arms around from behind him, one supporting the other as a hand curled just beneath his chin, the Chiss officer peered once again out the viewport. It was in that moment that he realized that he had never been to the Ruusan System; at the very least not in a fashion that had required his extended appraisal.
Taking a step towards the viewport, and further from the busy work of the bridge's trenches, he raised a hand to call over the comms officer.
"Deliver a message to the surface," he uttered quietly as he heard the returning steps of the commander just moments later. In truth, he had not needed the files to be brought to him, as the junior officer had likely discovered moments after his departure. Allowing the officer his moment of humiliation in lack of foresight, with a small grim smile on his face, the Chiss directed the comms officer to his station. Only for him to pause for an eerie, and pointedly, extended period of time.
"Tell them we've arrived."
[member="Cedric Grayson"]
