Legacy
// Knight Predor //
// Dubrillion //
// Focus //
Aoki-Barran Mira
//
He karked it up royally.
At the very least that's what Cyrus knew Boram wanted to say in their holocall. He could tell as much from his father's tone and the fact that he refused to even look his son in the eye, not that Cyrus would have met his gaze anyways. The best cast scenario for looking up after a failure like this would be just another scar., the worst case would be his disownment from the family. Boram was smart enough to use the internment of the Chiss as a ploy to gain their brightest minds, the near vicinity of Veroleem had allowed for a quick response from the Moff to extend an open hand to the Chiss.
A hand that could quickly tighten it's grip.
All Cyrus had to do was ensure the transport and relocation of the Chiss scientists to Veroleem, he assumed it to be a simple task despite his father's warnings. The Imperial Knight had assumed the Chiss spirits broken after the destruction of their world, just another people to be torn and disseminated across the Empire. But some of them found their love for chains fleeting. It had happened quickly,. A single bullet among Imperial loyalists had struck the chief scientist's neck. A quick, cold death.
An act of blatant sabotage by Chiss rebels in the eyes of Cyrus, yet the other Chiss in the area hadn't seen it that way. In their eyes, the Empire had taken action to remove their leaders and their brightest minds to make way for a new form of thinking to indoctrinate them. Their anger Cyrus could deal with, he had the might of the Empire behind him to quell their wrath. The voice of his father was a much less ravenous beast.
"Of course father, I'll make sure I find those responsible."
The flickering vision of his fathered disappeared, the Knight's face bright red as the embarrassment caught up to him. Every time he thought he could gain the respect of his father like his siblings had, something had to come along and ruin it. He did what he was asked, he did his best. And despite it all he couldn't even capture the assassin. Boram had no kind words for his son, instead reminding Cyrus he was lucky to bear the name Predor at all with how much of a screw-up he was. If it wasn't for his ability to wield the force and gain a position in the Imperial knights, Cyrus knew he would just be another stain of blood beneath his father's boot.
What angered Boram the most was the fact that news of this failure had reached the Empire's higher echelon, a rumour that Veroleem was failing to control it's Chiss populace had managed to surface. And despite the good Moff's protestations, they had elected to send their own representative from the Imperial Knights to ensure the discovery and capture of the assassin. As he swallowed his pride and made his way to greet the new arrival, Cyrus could feel the heavy hand of his father around his throat as he tried to figure out how to improve his family's standing.
// Dubrillion //
// Focus //

He karked it up royally.
At the very least that's what Cyrus knew Boram wanted to say in their holocall. He could tell as much from his father's tone and the fact that he refused to even look his son in the eye, not that Cyrus would have met his gaze anyways. The best cast scenario for looking up after a failure like this would be just another scar., the worst case would be his disownment from the family. Boram was smart enough to use the internment of the Chiss as a ploy to gain their brightest minds, the near vicinity of Veroleem had allowed for a quick response from the Moff to extend an open hand to the Chiss.
A hand that could quickly tighten it's grip.
All Cyrus had to do was ensure the transport and relocation of the Chiss scientists to Veroleem, he assumed it to be a simple task despite his father's warnings. The Imperial Knight had assumed the Chiss spirits broken after the destruction of their world, just another people to be torn and disseminated across the Empire. But some of them found their love for chains fleeting. It had happened quickly,. A single bullet among Imperial loyalists had struck the chief scientist's neck. A quick, cold death.
An act of blatant sabotage by Chiss rebels in the eyes of Cyrus, yet the other Chiss in the area hadn't seen it that way. In their eyes, the Empire had taken action to remove their leaders and their brightest minds to make way for a new form of thinking to indoctrinate them. Their anger Cyrus could deal with, he had the might of the Empire behind him to quell their wrath. The voice of his father was a much less ravenous beast.
"Of course father, I'll make sure I find those responsible."
The flickering vision of his fathered disappeared, the Knight's face bright red as the embarrassment caught up to him. Every time he thought he could gain the respect of his father like his siblings had, something had to come along and ruin it. He did what he was asked, he did his best. And despite it all he couldn't even capture the assassin. Boram had no kind words for his son, instead reminding Cyrus he was lucky to bear the name Predor at all with how much of a screw-up he was. If it wasn't for his ability to wield the force and gain a position in the Imperial knights, Cyrus knew he would just be another stain of blood beneath his father's boot.
What angered Boram the most was the fact that news of this failure had reached the Empire's higher echelon, a rumour that Veroleem was failing to control it's Chiss populace had managed to surface. And despite the good Moff's protestations, they had elected to send their own representative from the Imperial Knights to ensure the discovery and capture of the assassin. As he swallowed his pride and made his way to greet the new arrival, Cyrus could feel the heavy hand of his father around his throat as he tried to figure out how to improve his family's standing.