Dissero
Breaking Even
OOC - This thread is set two weeks after the first of the Letters series. It is a past thread that takes place during the Clockwork Rebellion.
Though things on Rudrig had progressed quickly in much the fashion intended, Dissero could not help but feel muddled with a multitude of mixed emotions. The new Archives and Vaults for the Empire were well underway now after landing a solid deal on materials and labor costs. The cataloguing of the current Vaults on Dromund Kaas was well underway, and with the help of Lord Tirdarius the project that had promised to be a monumental undertaking was now something he felt was perfectly under control. All the while his position as Governor of Rudrig was finding little challenge by way of the people or the scholars. Turns out his own profession in the field of study made him perfectly relatable to the majority of the Council. The young Sith Knight had a lot on his plate, but he was feeling quite capable of these things.
It wasn't the work load that weighed on him.
"Production's going to be stalled for a while. All the usual trade routes are shut down. Omni's bugs have a death grip at all the big ports and trade worlds."
"Coruscant is on lockdown. We won't be able to ship out the items you requested."
Dissero narrowed his eyes. It wasn't out of anger, but out of thought. Here in the heart of Imperial territory they had felt little of Omni's presence. They were capable of getting the resources needed from other planets within the Empire, but it wasn't until they delved into the Inner Rim and Core Worlds that it became all too obvious just how wide spread and devastating Omni's reign had become.
"Perhaps we can re-route the freighters to Kuat to wait it out," the Dread Lord offered with a quick glance to the holoprojection of the galaxy map at his right, "they can refuel there and-"
"That will not be possible, my Lord," said the projection of one of his business associates.
"What? Why..."
"Kuat was the stage for the latest attack by Omni,"
"What do you mean? I spoke with the Queen just yesterday. They were expecting ships in from the Alliance-"
"My Lord-"
Dissero's eyes flashed, this time in anger. If there was one thing he did not tolerate, it was being interrupted.
"-have you seen the latest GNN reports?"
The Governor took a stilling breath, lips drawing thin as his eyes lingered over each of his associates in turn. Each of them held a grave expression. "No..." The man turned to his left then to face a bare wall across his office. With a quick depression of keys a holoscreen flickered to life, presenting the Galactic News Network and all it's subsidiary stations. He scrolled through several minor screens until he found one covering a story on Kuat, and after listening for only a few moments he felt the pit of his stomach drop.
"Gentlemen...." his throat felt tight and his already rassp voice broke at the latest wave of emotion overcoming him: dread. "...we'll resume this at a later date."
Minutes later he was standing outside of Verie's room, feeling a swell of apprehension. The man set his jaw and mustered every ounce of will he had. All those years of learning to control this inner turmoil had to be good for something.
He knocked, rolling his other hand into a fist as though he might grasp the strength to remain the steadfast, unfaltering rock he had been honed into, "Verie ... I need to speak to you. I have to ... Vi it's important."
Though things on Rudrig had progressed quickly in much the fashion intended, Dissero could not help but feel muddled with a multitude of mixed emotions. The new Archives and Vaults for the Empire were well underway now after landing a solid deal on materials and labor costs. The cataloguing of the current Vaults on Dromund Kaas was well underway, and with the help of Lord Tirdarius the project that had promised to be a monumental undertaking was now something he felt was perfectly under control. All the while his position as Governor of Rudrig was finding little challenge by way of the people or the scholars. Turns out his own profession in the field of study made him perfectly relatable to the majority of the Council. The young Sith Knight had a lot on his plate, but he was feeling quite capable of these things.
It wasn't the work load that weighed on him.
"Production's going to be stalled for a while. All the usual trade routes are shut down. Omni's bugs have a death grip at all the big ports and trade worlds."
"Coruscant is on lockdown. We won't be able to ship out the items you requested."
Dissero narrowed his eyes. It wasn't out of anger, but out of thought. Here in the heart of Imperial territory they had felt little of Omni's presence. They were capable of getting the resources needed from other planets within the Empire, but it wasn't until they delved into the Inner Rim and Core Worlds that it became all too obvious just how wide spread and devastating Omni's reign had become.
"Perhaps we can re-route the freighters to Kuat to wait it out," the Dread Lord offered with a quick glance to the holoprojection of the galaxy map at his right, "they can refuel there and-"
"That will not be possible, my Lord," said the projection of one of his business associates.
"What? Why..."
"Kuat was the stage for the latest attack by Omni,"
"What do you mean? I spoke with the Queen just yesterday. They were expecting ships in from the Alliance-"
"My Lord-"
Dissero's eyes flashed, this time in anger. If there was one thing he did not tolerate, it was being interrupted.
"-have you seen the latest GNN reports?"
The Governor took a stilling breath, lips drawing thin as his eyes lingered over each of his associates in turn. Each of them held a grave expression. "No..." The man turned to his left then to face a bare wall across his office. With a quick depression of keys a holoscreen flickered to life, presenting the Galactic News Network and all it's subsidiary stations. He scrolled through several minor screens until he found one covering a story on Kuat, and after listening for only a few moments he felt the pit of his stomach drop.
"Gentlemen...." his throat felt tight and his already rassp voice broke at the latest wave of emotion overcoming him: dread. "...we'll resume this at a later date."
Minutes later he was standing outside of Verie's room, feeling a swell of apprehension. The man set his jaw and mustered every ounce of will he had. All those years of learning to control this inner turmoil had to be good for something.
He knocked, rolling his other hand into a fist as though he might grasp the strength to remain the steadfast, unfaltering rock he had been honed into, "Verie ... I need to speak to you. I have to ... Vi it's important."