Derisive Umbaran
RAXUS SYSTEM
ON BOARD THE MACHINATOR, IN ORBIT OF RAXUS SECUNDUS
Once upon a time, Gerion Ardik had governed this system. This was all back in his early days as a meager little servant f the old Sith Empire, when he was still trying to distinguish himself through stalwart civil service. The planetary government enjoyed his jurisdiction, as he wasn't there to suck resources from it to fuel his own personal ambitions. Tyrin had a desire to leave things better off than he found them, and he'd done that much when he left his seat as governor of the Raxus System and ascended to a higher (albeit now broken) throne. If there was one mantra Tyrin (or Gerion, Adekos, whatever he happened to call himself) lived by, it was to- at any cost -leave things in a better state than when he had found them.
Clearly, the Silver Jedi felt no such obligations.
Because when the galaxy descended into chaos, the Silver Jedi made no move to relieve the system. No, they had better things to do. Who then, would the struggling parliament of Raxus Secundus reach out to in their time of need? Truth be told, they didn't have to "reach out" to anyone. The Tionese Whiteguard were already present in the system, as they were throughout Tion, and had already begun coordinating with local government forces to restore order in capital city- all on behalf of the Hegemony, of course.
Not at all blind to the fact that the Silver Jedi wouldn't be coming to help them, Raxus Secundus still sent its distress calls right to the Tion Hegemony. Gerion was not a native to the Tion Cluster. Not even close, but he was greatly more fond of it than the rest of the galaxy. So when a Tionese planet needed help, he was going to give it. With. Gusto.
The situation in Lianna and a few other Tionese worlds had begun to stabilize by this point, so Gerion had no qualms in flying here with the ever-pleasant [member="Sasha Santhe"] in order to coordinate the relief effort of the planet. This would be a splendid opportunity to see Raxus Secundus, and by extension the Raxus System, become a signatory of the Rudrig Proclamation and thus bar the Silver Jedi from any more of their asinine colonization attempts.
The Machinator lurched out of hyperspace, burdened with supplies, droids, and another detachment of the Tionese Whiteguard. They were mostly for publicity, but what good publicity it would be.
"Time to get to work."
ON BOARD THE MACHINATOR, IN ORBIT OF RAXUS SECUNDUS
Once upon a time, Gerion Ardik had governed this system. This was all back in his early days as a meager little servant f the old Sith Empire, when he was still trying to distinguish himself through stalwart civil service. The planetary government enjoyed his jurisdiction, as he wasn't there to suck resources from it to fuel his own personal ambitions. Tyrin had a desire to leave things better off than he found them, and he'd done that much when he left his seat as governor of the Raxus System and ascended to a higher (albeit now broken) throne. If there was one mantra Tyrin (or Gerion, Adekos, whatever he happened to call himself) lived by, it was to- at any cost -leave things in a better state than when he had found them.
Clearly, the Silver Jedi felt no such obligations.
Because when the galaxy descended into chaos, the Silver Jedi made no move to relieve the system. No, they had better things to do. Who then, would the struggling parliament of Raxus Secundus reach out to in their time of need? Truth be told, they didn't have to "reach out" to anyone. The Tionese Whiteguard were already present in the system, as they were throughout Tion, and had already begun coordinating with local government forces to restore order in capital city- all on behalf of the Hegemony, of course.
Not at all blind to the fact that the Silver Jedi wouldn't be coming to help them, Raxus Secundus still sent its distress calls right to the Tion Hegemony. Gerion was not a native to the Tion Cluster. Not even close, but he was greatly more fond of it than the rest of the galaxy. So when a Tionese planet needed help, he was going to give it. With. Gusto.
The situation in Lianna and a few other Tionese worlds had begun to stabilize by this point, so Gerion had no qualms in flying here with the ever-pleasant [member="Sasha Santhe"] in order to coordinate the relief effort of the planet. This would be a splendid opportunity to see Raxus Secundus, and by extension the Raxus System, become a signatory of the Rudrig Proclamation and thus bar the Silver Jedi from any more of their asinine colonization attempts.
The Machinator lurched out of hyperspace, burdened with supplies, droids, and another detachment of the Tionese Whiteguard. They were mostly for publicity, but what good publicity it would be.
"Time to get to work."