Aram Kalast
I M P E R I A L
Coruscant
He had returned.
Aram Kalast, had again moved himself into a position of power, eight hundred years ago he had established himself among the Imperial elite and had held that position even as the Empire had faltered and fell, now he was again ready to prove his worth again at the command of the Sith, yet not as he had remembered them.
The new uniform, black pressed was similar to his Grand Admiral uniform of his earlier career, even the fit seemed to be identical, except for the collar.
Rolling his neck around in order to loosen the tight fit of the jackets collar Aram gave the area around him a good hard look.
Ranks of troopers moved too and from designated bulk transport ships, each ready to bare entire legions up into the awaiting battle-force that had been assembled within the orbit of Coruscant.
Aram’s new command.
While in truth he would be allocated the command of an entire Sector-Fleet he knew that for now there was more important work to be done, more individual work and it a battle-group was his best way to see to it’s completion.
“Sir.” A full toned voice announced the arrival of a man behind him. Deesat, Aram believed. An ambitious young Captain hailing from the Coruscant Defence Fleet that had somehow managed to gain rank within Aram’s new structure. “We have moved all the armoured divisions into their allocated destinations, infantry divisons should be in place within the day.”
Aram did not acknowledge him straight away, instead he watched as a large bulk transport, blocky and boring lifted off from the assembly grounds and took however many thousands of men it held up into the darkening Coruscanti sky.
“Very good Captain Deesat.” He turned on his heel and walked back along the viewing floor of the control room. Several heads turned his way as he passed, each trying to work out this new mystery Admiral who had found such favour among the Sith. “Have our schedule forwarded to [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] and [member="Boan Rein"] I want them aware that I will be departing the system with the next standard rotation.”
“Of course sir.” Deesat had fallen into line alongside Aram as they went. “Is there any other requests you need my attention turned to?”
“Yes Captain, I need names, promising people within our Empire that can be of use to me.” Aram gave him a serious look.
“Promising people Sir? I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
“People Deesat, like you and I. I need stormtroopers to lead the divisions, I need pilots who I can trust and I need Captains that will listen to my command. Do you understand!”
“Yes sir. I shall have the information to you by the suns fall.”
“Well done. Now leave me.” Aram had found himself before the holoprojection table surrounded by One Sith officers and their aides, currently presenting the requisitions of the assembling battle-fleet. “I have work to do.”
He had returned.
Aram Kalast, had again moved himself into a position of power, eight hundred years ago he had established himself among the Imperial elite and had held that position even as the Empire had faltered and fell, now he was again ready to prove his worth again at the command of the Sith, yet not as he had remembered them.
The new uniform, black pressed was similar to his Grand Admiral uniform of his earlier career, even the fit seemed to be identical, except for the collar.
Rolling his neck around in order to loosen the tight fit of the jackets collar Aram gave the area around him a good hard look.
Ranks of troopers moved too and from designated bulk transport ships, each ready to bare entire legions up into the awaiting battle-force that had been assembled within the orbit of Coruscant.
Aram’s new command.
While in truth he would be allocated the command of an entire Sector-Fleet he knew that for now there was more important work to be done, more individual work and it a battle-group was his best way to see to it’s completion.
“Sir.” A full toned voice announced the arrival of a man behind him. Deesat, Aram believed. An ambitious young Captain hailing from the Coruscant Defence Fleet that had somehow managed to gain rank within Aram’s new structure. “We have moved all the armoured divisions into their allocated destinations, infantry divisons should be in place within the day.”
Aram did not acknowledge him straight away, instead he watched as a large bulk transport, blocky and boring lifted off from the assembly grounds and took however many thousands of men it held up into the darkening Coruscanti sky.
“Very good Captain Deesat.” He turned on his heel and walked back along the viewing floor of the control room. Several heads turned his way as he passed, each trying to work out this new mystery Admiral who had found such favour among the Sith. “Have our schedule forwarded to [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] and [member="Boan Rein"] I want them aware that I will be departing the system with the next standard rotation.”
“Of course sir.” Deesat had fallen into line alongside Aram as they went. “Is there any other requests you need my attention turned to?”
“Yes Captain, I need names, promising people within our Empire that can be of use to me.” Aram gave him a serious look.
“Promising people Sir? I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
“People Deesat, like you and I. I need stormtroopers to lead the divisions, I need pilots who I can trust and I need Captains that will listen to my command. Do you understand!”
“Yes sir. I shall have the information to you by the suns fall.”
“Well done. Now leave me.” Aram had found himself before the holoprojection table surrounded by One Sith officers and their aides, currently presenting the requisitions of the assembling battle-fleet. “I have work to do.”