[member="Isamu Baelor"], [member="Drew Benneck"], [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Valae Kitra"],
Meanwhile,
In The Orbit,
The very fabric of reality seem to shake as a boom would be registered by nearby ships, an ominous droning sound that accompanied ships whenever they left hyperspace. With a flash of light two ships would phase into the reality within Iron Empire's space, one a large and opulent
Commerce-class Space Hulk, and one sleeker much smaller matte-black Eclipse-class Stealth Corvette. The Space Hulk powered its engines down, staying passive in the edge of the planet's gravitational pull while the Stealth Corvette still moved closer, its shields and weapons powered off. It would not take long for the ships to address the Iron Empire's agents on the planet, sending out,
"
The Metal Lord delegation has arrived, requesting permission to land transports."
Letting their hosts know that another major faction invited by them has arrived to celebrate with them. Assuming that the permission was indeed given to the Metal Lords, transports would start to leave from the Stealth Corvette, pushing off from the docking bay tubes hidden within its underbelly, big enough to hold starfighters, dropships, small enough shuttles. One of these transports was a large metallic winged shape, with engines attached to its back and two large stabilizator foils extending from its shoulders, adjusting to correct its flight pattern subtle, and a cloaked being hunched on the droid-starfighter's back, clinging to a magnetic saddle, without a cockpit to protect them. As the starfighter mount pushed further and further towards the planet, flames would light up around them, licking at the beast and its rider as they broke through the barrier of atmosphere and its friction, energy shields lighting up both around the drake and its rider, absorbing the heat safely.
Little did [member="Solari"] knew, she may have been one of the last Shards who practiced the way of the Iron Knights, but she was not exactly the last one who remembered or made allegiance to that particular order.
Perhaps some people gathered in the hall would hear the engines nearing their place of celebration high above, maybe those looking out the window would see a large dark winged shape flying across the sky in between the clouds, or turning against the backdrop of moon shining behind it high in the sky, moonlight illuminating it in pale glow and mixing with the light of its thrusters as the droid starfighter circled the capitol of Iron Empire, no weapons on the craft, as it sought the designated landing pad or bay and lowering down to land upon it, touching down with a small thud as its heavy metal body hit the ground and it slowed down in a slight trot.
Few minutes later heavy metal footsteps would be heard approaching the entrance to the capitol hall where the Iron Empire and their friends celebrated, moving in steady almost calculated march, the sound of armored feet against the floor clear to those near the entrance. The approach of the being would grow louder until finally the announcer by the door would below out,
"Lord Protector Above Denon, The Iron Knight!"
And the door would swing open as the tall slender being shifted itself into the room. HK's body was humanoid in shape, but clearly not modeled after humans, his limbs were longer, legs digitigrade and just like his hands, they were larger with six digits upon them, assembled in a symmetrical design. Although the skeletal appearance of his body was hidden underneath a layer of darkened organic armor, that looked like charred gooey flesh covered with a layer of thick armored plates arranged over key portions of his body, it still looked somewhat stretched out, almost sickly and fragile. The droid clutched in his hands, covered in silver-gray Phrik gauntlets, what looked like a gold-plated rifle, with a computerized scope mounted on its railing, half of his body was hidden underneath a heavy black cloak that cascaded off of his shoulders and wrapped around him, measured just so to hover barely above the ground, what was revealed of his waist showed a lightsaber hilt and a holstered ceremonial old looking pistol hanging by his hip.
The droid looked right and left, scanning over the room as plates arranged over his head, forming a chitinous looking featureless black helmet, moved and pulled back, the black flesh of his armor peeling off as well. Those who knew of such things could tell the armor that covered HK was one shaped by the Vong, something that was rarely, if ever, seen on a droid, considering the fact that Vong thought all machines to be an abomination. As his head was uncovered it revealed a faceplate forged out of Phrik, smooth and pale like polished bone with fluid curves, made to resemble a weird cross between the traditional HK head design and Kaleesh war mask. Looking around the droid's cold glowing crimson eyes would wash their light over the Silver Jedi Order representatives, Thurion and Valae, the people of the Iron Empire, and any others within the chamber.
Moving down further into the room his armored metal feet would clang slightly upon the floor, with his sound dampeners deactivated, as the machine finally spoke up to address anyone who was nearby or looking in his direction,
"
Hey, guys, how are things going?"
