The Griffin of Zakuul
After the engagement at Csilla, the squadron of the Rim-Guard was on its way back to their headquarters but needed some makeshift repairs. The Phalanx was hanging below a field of meteroids, the two Munificent next to it. The Blade of Purity was damaged, its engagement with the Harrowers demanded some tribute, but nothing which could not be repaired. They were tough enemies, but that is just to be expected.
The Phalanx suffered no damage, its shields stood, as expected, firm. Ecthelion Aiglos was in his quarters aboard the big warship. It was not much bigger than any of the quarters of his paladins, just additional space for a desk and working station, all other stuff would be done in the strategium or staff rooms of the Order. Right now he was occupied with the casualties of the recent battle.
As closest point to the Core as he could get right now and as it featured neutral space, Aiglos had contacted the aspiring leader of Anaxes to meet with him. He was curious about the New Imperial Order as well as this mans personal ambitions, after all the Galaxy was too crowded with Jedi and Sith to actually breath in a proper manner, but to remove this factor, it needed some assistance, allies which the Eternal Empire simply could not provide at this point.