Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
Ahhhh Fondor, the pleasant stink of factories, rust, decay, and heavy metal Moridin loved that smell. It was a smell that went with War, and Moridin loved War. The Dreadlord took a few steps down the ramp of the dropship, his boots clanging loudly against the solid metal. He walked with a gait acquired over many centuries, an air of confidence, power, and pure awesome hung around him. A slight smirk graced his face as he completely exited his ship and stepped out into the midst of Fondor.
Before him loomed a massive office building, the central headquarters of the Private Military Company known as Omega Pyre. The Dreadlord stared at the building for a few seconds before smirking once again and then continuing on towards its entrance. He had a scheduled meeting here today with a representative from the company, he wanted Omega Pyre on his side. A war would be breaking out to the fullest extent soon, battles would be waged across star systems. Mandalorians, The Republic, the Sith they would all be fighting, and any help to any side might tip the balance.
Omega Pyre was another weight, something that Moridin intended to add to his side of the scale. They were mercenaries of course, they didn't care about your cause, who you were, or really what your goal was. As long as you had money, they would do as they were told...within reason. Moridin knew this, and he intended to lock them down. The Sith had more money than they knew what to do with, investing...so to speak within Omega would be a wise choice.
Once he gained control of them as their central Employer Moridin would send them against the Republic. He wanted their outer worlds to be harassed and raided, quick strikes against their defenses to push and test them. The Dreadlord had a plan, one he was going to see through.
Finally he reached the massive Omega Pyre building and stepped up to the building. Two men opened the door for them and the Dreadlord bowed his head in thanks. He walked through the doors with a Smirk on his face, ready to negotiate.
Before him loomed a massive office building, the central headquarters of the Private Military Company known as Omega Pyre. The Dreadlord stared at the building for a few seconds before smirking once again and then continuing on towards its entrance. He had a scheduled meeting here today with a representative from the company, he wanted Omega Pyre on his side. A war would be breaking out to the fullest extent soon, battles would be waged across star systems. Mandalorians, The Republic, the Sith they would all be fighting, and any help to any side might tip the balance.
Omega Pyre was another weight, something that Moridin intended to add to his side of the scale. They were mercenaries of course, they didn't care about your cause, who you were, or really what your goal was. As long as you had money, they would do as they were told...within reason. Moridin knew this, and he intended to lock them down. The Sith had more money than they knew what to do with, investing...so to speak within Omega would be a wise choice.
Once he gained control of them as their central Employer Moridin would send them against the Republic. He wanted their outer worlds to be harassed and raided, quick strikes against their defenses to push and test them. The Dreadlord had a plan, one he was going to see through.
Finally he reached the massive Omega Pyre building and stepped up to the building. Two men opened the door for them and the Dreadlord bowed his head in thanks. He walked through the doors with a Smirk on his face, ready to negotiate.