Private Legitimate Rule

[Imperius Indomitus]

W A R M A S T E R
INDOMITUS LEGION
Through war, we bring order.
Through strength, we bring unity.

Prologue: The Iron Protocols
From Iron Comes Strength

Marlon Sularen
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Zakuul | The Spire | Palace of the Eternal Dragon

After the Forum and several adjacent meetings, but before Imperius left the world to continue his expeditionary cause into the Unknown Regions, he met with another individual. It was a meeting that was long overdue and more than necessary to be had. The Dark Empire remnant was aimless, headless and spineless, divided and lacking any cohesion and central agency or rule. While they had agreed on some terms, the fall of the Empire and the scattering of its powers led to chaos and Imperius offer and call to withdraw into the obscurity of the Unknown Regions was left unanswered by . . . . it was difficult to judge by what exactly.

He considered the goal to remain near Dark Empire space an idiotic approach, short-sighted and lacking any strategic benefits other than petty convenience. So it was time to arrange and organise what the Reborn were supposed to be and supposed to become. To have an impact in the Imperial Confederation with its moderates under Strauss and its half-blind hardliners under Lorcas would require them to be united in purpose.

Imperius had just enacted the Iron Protocols, starting to form Zakuul and Iokath into more than mere outposts of technology and imperialism, but forging them into a cohesive force that was at his disposal. It was a statement for both those in the remnants and outside that the Imperial Supremacy was a flame that could not be extinguished by petty infighting nor by external threats. Neither Alliance nor Sith would have any capacity to destroy the idea they had brought into existence millennia ago. Let there be war. Let it be millions who died trying to oppose true order and the legitimate rule.

Imperius was in his solar, his working office in the Palace, mid-way between the assembly areas on the lower levels and the Eternal Throne on top. It was a busy place, now more than ever. With Imperial staff officers manning stations and speaking into comms units, members of the now officially established Indomitus Legion stood guard in their black armors, red surcoats ornating their imperial-styled plates. The Warmaster himself stood in his ornate plate, one hand on the pommel of his sword as he went through the stream of information that flooded in and out.

"Lord Executor. We have not had the chance yet for a proper meeting since the last time you visited Zakuul and I expect to remedy this fact here and now."

 

[Marlon Sularen]

L E G I T I M A T E_R U L E

EMPIRE REBORN
ZAKUUL, UNKNOWN REGIONS

Sularen stood in Imperius's office as he was received by the Imperial Warmaster. Until now both Sularen and Imperius had never had the chance to have a true one-to-one talk since Imperius's introduction to the Dark Empire during the Summit at Nirauan. Both men were busy with their own projects, Imperius with his Sith Ascendant and now this Iron Protocol of his, and Sularen with the Dark Empire and now his current "Heir to the Empire" project. But if anything was clear it was that both Sularen and Imperius shared a similar vision for the future of Imperialism and as such a direct meeting between them was only inevitable.

"Likewise. This meeting between us has been long over due since Nirauan, and i look forward to engage in some constructive discourse concerning the future of the Empire." Sularen replied. "It seems you've been busy here on Zakuul with your Iron Protocols." the Lord-Executor remarked. "It's always nice to see more proof that the flames of Imperialism have not been fully extinguished despite the collapse of the Dark Empire and the Empire of the Lost. Although then again, the main issue of how we can add fuel to the fire in order to bring forth our rebirth, revenge and reclamation always persists."

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[Imperius Indomitus]

W A R M A S T E R
INDOMITUS LEGION
Through war, we bring order.
Through strength, we bring unity.

Prologue: The Iron Protocols
From Iron Comes Strength

Marlon Sularen

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Zakuul | The Spire | Palace of the Eternal Dragon

"Those flames will only be extinguished once the stupidity of both Sith and Jedi have been eradicated. But neither the Dark Empire nor the Empire of the Lost was destined to play a part in that. One led by false beliefs and a Sith, the other by erratic behaviour and disorganisation. None of these are traits that are demanded of leadership in an Imperial Hegemony."

"During the Imperial Forum parts of why we crumbled were laid bare. Petty arguments scaling to major disagreements. I honestly missed your voice in it, especially with the plans that have been set in motion."

His eyes fixated on the Warlord of the Empire.

"You are setting up camp on and around Dathomir. I would argue about the wisdom of that choice, it is not unlike Onrai's plan to remain embedded on Ord Mantell - it is foolishly close to the Alliance. It begs the question why. Even if we join the Confederation, the distance is more than substantial and you have assets in the Unknown Regions which lie now more than half a Galaxy and a superpower away."

As in the meeting, he was more than intent on speaking his mind. Too much is lost by those who act and perform to be liked and accepted, or those that consider their plans too secret and special to share all of it. Imperius knew when to apply secrecy and it was not here.