O R D E R
The Empire had splintered. Many with the privilege of power claiming their own territory, fighting for influence. One by one until one remained superior. It had happen while Simon ventured out on his righteous crusade, targeting systems bordering the Alliance. A mission that came to a premature conclusion with an old friend who struck a deal with him. Now there was no safe haven for the Imperial to go to. He would not return to Bastion only to be cornered by mad Warlords demanding his fealty, serving someone that was unworthy or would bring to his death.
No.
He would become his own ruler, serving to the ideals he held onto. His own Imperial fiefdom, but not to be threatened by craven narcissists.
Teth.
Right in Wild Space with loose criminals and lawless scum ruling with fear and avarice. It was a gamble, but he was certain with his resources he could achieve this goal. He made notice to his lieutenants as his fleet raced through the starts. A size enough to capture a star system. That will do for the time being.
The last one to be informed was Zhea, whom he called to meet him in the conference chambers alone.