Laphisto
High Commander of the Lilaste Order
The skies over Borosk were thick with orderly traffic, shuttles and freighters weaving through lanes directed by the Diarchy's orbital control towers. Once a fortress world contested in countless campaigns, Borosk now stood as a pillar of Diarchy strength its cities rebuilt with purpose, its scars hidden beneath steel and stone. Today, it bore no trace of conflict. Today, Borosk opened its gates not for war, but for opportunity.
The vast plazas of the Vhalros Exchange had been transformed into the staging ground for the first Diarchy-sanctioned recruitment fair. Holoprojectors cast brilliant banners into the air: mercenary regiments promising credits and glory, corporations advertising stability and wealth, political factions touting cause and ideology. Stalls and stages filled the avenues, while droids darted between the crowds carrying datapads, resumes, and steaming cups of caf. The energy was electric part marketplace, part battlefield of words and promises.
Security was unmistakable. Lilaste Order personnel stood at every checkpoint,like armored sentinals, their visors scanning the throngs with silent precision. Patrols moved in disciplined pairs through the crowd, their presence both a reminder and a warning: this was Diarchy ground. Yet the atmosphere remained open delegations from across the galaxy had been invited, and even rivals who might one day face each other on the battlefield now pitched their offers side by side beneath the Order's watchful gaze.
But the fair carried another message as well. Every arriving delegation was greeted not only by recruiters and representatives, but by the silent might of Diarchy defenses. Hundreds of LO-DIA ODP stations encircled the planet in a seamless blanket of protection, their presence unmistakable on approach. And as shuttles cut through the atmosphere, the silhouettes of LO-HV-MD planetary gun emplacements loomed against the horizon, their barrels angled skyward in quiet menace. The Diarchy had opened Borosk to commerce and opportunity, yes but it had also made clear to all visitors that strength guarded every promise.
The vast plazas of the Vhalros Exchange had been transformed into the staging ground for the first Diarchy-sanctioned recruitment fair. Holoprojectors cast brilliant banners into the air: mercenary regiments promising credits and glory, corporations advertising stability and wealth, political factions touting cause and ideology. Stalls and stages filled the avenues, while droids darted between the crowds carrying datapads, resumes, and steaming cups of caf. The energy was electric part marketplace, part battlefield of words and promises.
Security was unmistakable. Lilaste Order personnel stood at every checkpoint,like armored sentinals, their visors scanning the throngs with silent precision. Patrols moved in disciplined pairs through the crowd, their presence both a reminder and a warning: this was Diarchy ground. Yet the atmosphere remained open delegations from across the galaxy had been invited, and even rivals who might one day face each other on the battlefield now pitched their offers side by side beneath the Order's watchful gaze.
But the fair carried another message as well. Every arriving delegation was greeted not only by recruiters and representatives, but by the silent might of Diarchy defenses. Hundreds of LO-DIA ODP stations encircled the planet in a seamless blanket of protection, their presence unmistakable on approach. And as shuttles cut through the atmosphere, the silhouettes of LO-HV-MD planetary gun emplacements loomed against the horizon, their barrels angled skyward in quiet menace. The Diarchy had opened Borosk to commerce and opportunity, yes but it had also made clear to all visitors that strength guarded every promise.
