Paid in Full [First Order/Atrisian Commonwealth]

[Lucius Draugh]

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Atrisia​

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Lucius grumbled. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]When he begged his Master to teach him, they both knew it wasn't a lesson in diplomacy that he was after. His Master, one of the most powerful beings in the Imperial nation had no need of diplomacy. By strength alone he could take whatever he wanted. What could be taught here? But only to cement his spot as a follower and a ward of his Master's, rather than an apprentice who would lead in his place in the future. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The young acolyte's features contorted in the mirror of his quarters. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]From his room, he could barely make out a faint voice. They were nearing their destination. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Less than ten minutes to get to the bridge. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Draugh got to work on dressing himself in the typical blacks and grays befitting an Imperial and a Sith, and he set out, his grumblings reserved for later as his displeasure was pushed to the back of his mind. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]It was odd being on the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Idle of Vengeance [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]with his Master. In times past he received his missions and performed them autonomously with limited instruction prior to deployment. The officers on board took their orders from him, not because they respected him, but because they had heard stories of the wrath of his master. Previously cold, lazy officers had gone from hateful and begrudging, to servicemen who sought to preemptively figure out the next want of their superior.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Passing through the threshold he could feel the underlying fear that they all held. A mistake meant death. Whether it was decimation or transferred to a new front, Lucius had heard stories of his Master's cruelty. And yet, the crew's loyalty was to his Master, unwavering. It was... Daunting, impossible to fathom a stranger having so much confidence and loyalty in [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]himself[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The warship came out of hyperspace over their destination. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Not his first time there, and will likely not be his last.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The sound of heavy metal on the floor was heard behind him. He twisted his head, stepping back and bowing as the Sith Lord passed to the centre most point of the room.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Bring us into the atmosphere." The cold, metallic voice his Master's helmet used rang in his ears. It always sounded hollow to him, not as menacing as his Master’s true voice, the one that conveyed the simmering rage. He found himself, shuddering instinctively, and from his peripheral he could see a rotating head and the fluorescent crimson orbs embedded in the helmet set upon him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Lucius took it as his cue as he moved forward. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“The last time I spoke to Prince Shoma, he mentioned tibanna imports…” There was a rapid flickering of his eyelids as he steeled himself, focusing his gaze forwards through the bridge’s viewport in place of up to his master’s gaze. “I’m sure he’ll be glad to know the Supreme Commander has taken it upon himself to deliver what he has requested… For some time,” he says, letting his words drown out. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Overlook the deployment of the tibanna to Xam’Chi.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The metal head rotated away, looking back over the command deck as Lucius’ upper body folded forwards to bow with a muttered, “Yes, Master.”[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Graush's attention was then brought to one of the communications officers. "Rausgeber's proximity to our system?" [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Within the minute, my Lord,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]" came the quick answer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The Supreme Commander wasn't a fan of the recalling of Imperial forces. A decision he was coming to resent following through with. The Sith Lord possessed a bloodlust that grew harder and harder to curb with the hunting and executions of pirates and what few Alliance prisoners they still held. Expeditionary officers like Rausgeber had been recalled. As far as he knew, the Admiral remained in the Ison Corridor per his original stationing, but he had been upon a... Hiatus, and his apprentice didn't possess the needed contacts to trace and track people of note.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The Vengeance came to a stop within orbit of the planet. On account of being a border world, there were many more taskforces patrolling in the general vicinity. Atrisia had gone from a planet protected by the Alliance, to a relatively autonomous world under the First Order's protective shawl. Yet, it still acted as a gateway to the rest of the Galaxy for the Imperial nation. Giving the planet a better functioning economy would make sure they were presented to the galaxy properly.[/SIZE]

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Location: Atrisian System, FIV Pellaeon
Objective: Speak to Graush
Theme: Battle Preparations, John Williams (x)
Tag: [member="Lucius Draugh"]

The FIV Pellaeon leapt from lightspeed, with a sudden jolt. The gargantuan dagger, eclipsed the two smaller resurgent-class destroyers in its shadow. The remainder of the Pellaeon's escorts, a smattering of corvettes and cruisers, also phased into view. The might of Battlegroup Imperator was being visited upon Atrisia, after having spent the last few days patrolling the mandated territories, far from their native Ison, and Bespin. Now, the fleet had pulled itself from the ever changing frontier of the Core worlds, and returned to Atrisia, the nominal refuelling and rendezvous point. From his viewport aboard the Pellaeon's bridge, Grand Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber watched the planet of Atrisia slowly rotate beneath him. He could see the smattering of TIE fighters racing through the system, as well as a larger vessel, Devastator-Class, pressing toward the vessel. Carlyle's observations were bought to an end, by a crisp bark, "Grand Admiral, we have a transmission!" The Pellaeon's Signals Lieutenant barked, his voice crisp and clear in the silence, "It's from Supreme Commander sir. It's his vessel in the system."

A feeling of dread welled within Rausgeber's circuitry. Graush. The name sparked nothing but loathing within the senior officer. Although, he would never at all betray his grimace to his crew. Instead, he would relieve himself. "I shall respond the Supreme Commander's invitation." the droid coolly informed his crew, "Privately." He noted, his attentions changed, and turned to an officer, "Captain Bragge," He addressed her, "Keep our fleet in defensive formation, you are to retain command until my return." The order was quickly affirmed by the Captain, whom saluted to Rausgeber, before the Grand Admiral departed for a more secluded area. His journey, was in silence as he contemplated what Graush's arrival here meant, and what his request meant. Nonetheless, he would find out one way or another. As the droid approached the communications suite, aboard the Pellaeon's bridge, Rausgeber dismissed its technicians. "Leave me." He commanded, "This is of upmost import."

The technicians departed, leaving Rausgeber alone, and in the dark. The droid keyed in the appropriate access codes on the holographic table, and before he knew it, he was transmitting. His cold, droid form was transmitted to Graush, sans the facial expressions offered by his faceplate. That part of him, was not read over holographic communications, rendering him effectively mute in regards to expression. "My lord." The droid began, "What an unexpected pleasure sir." The Grand Admiral offered, his voice contained no such exclamation for what was apparently a pleasant experience. Instead, he was even, and neutral. "What may be the reason for this visit?" He inquired.

 

[Lucius Vinticus]

Location: Gunship Hangar Bay



Klaxons awoke Lucius from a dreamless slumber in one of the many barracks aboard the gigantic five kilometer long space monster that he and thousands of his fellows found themselves aboard. It'd been a mostly standard run from what most of the old timers had said, some patrolling, some contact, but nothing terribly serious. No one in Lucius's platoon had been slagged at least. The trooper went about putting on his armor as the rest of his squad did the same, they'd only just gotten back from a twenty nine kilometer ruck in full gear around the ship's interior a few hours prior. Not that anyone showed it. A few of the younger men had barely concealed annoyance but knew better than to complain, nobody would care to listen and such things could bring into question a troopers dedication. They weren't guaranteed a regular sleep schedule when they'd enlisted.

Lucius jogged with his platoon towards his company's staging point in the hangar bay, forming up and taking his position near the gunships that would serve as boarding craft in the event of ship to ship combat. No one had told anyone anything yet and the forty three stormtroopers stood silently, awaiting further instructions and wondering privately what awaited them. The CO appeared at the front of their formation and informed them that they were on standby for potential boarding by the Supreme Commander himself. Lucius shifted uncomfortably at the mention. He had an innate distrust of any manipulator of matter of most stripes. The advantages such a being had over someone such as himself and his fellows could be immense, if even half of the stories whispered around the barracks were true.

 

[Lucius Draugh]

Lucius' time was spent traveling the ship until he reached the ship's cargo hold. The foreman there was expecting him and had run him through the exact details and logistics of what they were delivering. Not as much as he had been previously led to believe, but if this were the first shipment, then surely there'd be a steady stream headed for the planet in the near future? Business ventures tended to be an area that his Master did not require his help. Despite being a Sith Lord and a military commander, his head for business was unexpected. Cutthroat even, for how quickly Graush Technologies spread across Imperial space in its earlier days.

"Right. Ready the dropships. There'll be multiple trips, so, it'll take a few hours."

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"Your area of operation has changed, Grand Admiral." The cold, mechanical voice of the Supreme Commander replied as his shimmering image came to life. Graush was never one to waste time with greetings, well wishes and other habits that most had that tended to waste time. "We'll speak in person." Clasped arms uncrossed from across his broad, armoured chest. Metal protected fingers flexed as his cybernetic arm's wrist datapad came to life. A brief moment of tapping and the robotic remnants of Rausgeber would receive the coordinates as the Supreme Commander's form shifted.

Without any other words exchanged, the hologram of the Sith Lord fizzled out of existence.

"Bring the Idle into the planet's atmosphere."

And then he departed from the Bridge. Shortly finding himself on a shuttle down to the planet to the provided coordinates. A mountain range at initial glance seemed bare, but sensors would pick up life, spot infrastructure. A living and breathing society of many thousands. The mountain that Graush had chosen overlooked much of the city, and that was where he waited.

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