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Politics As Usual

Traditional diplomacy was not usually something Mephirium needed to indulge in. With the Sith, a general show of power or promise of station tended to do the trick. With imperials, simple loyalty the oiled the gears of bureaucracy all on their own. Dealing with individual sovereign nations was a different story entirely.

He had come to Gyndine because of rumors revolving around an upstart in the region. Apparently, this upstart had built a sizable force around himself, and would likely become a formidable rival if left unopposed. Rather than let a rival grow into a genuine threat in the future, Mephrium opted to meet with the man sooner rather than later. Any man who could build such an organization around himself was worthy of the Sith Lord's attentions, and the promise he showed far outweighed Mephirium's worries that he may prove to be a challenger in the future.

The Chimaera had arrived in system with a small escort of traditional TIE fighters and a collection of more unorthodox fighters of various design. She had shown no sign of hostilities, and had been admitted into the system to deliver an ambassador of sorts.

That ambassador just so happened to be a head of state, but then no one on Gyndine needed to know that. Clad in the Jedi Lord armor he had worn for over two decades, Mephirium descended upon the world. When he arrived, he was flanked by two men of the 501st, and a cloaked Shlurk bringing up the rear.

Straight backed and proper, Mephirium fell back on the teachings given to him by his mother on dealing with Naboo nobility in this situation. With a thin smile, he strode forward to meet with this man that interested him so.
 
[member="Darth Mephirium"]

Two ancient Cruisers exited out of hyperspace follows by a single Star Destoyer. They stayed out of lazer fire range, but the cruisers gravity well kept the embarrassing starship from leaving orbit. The War Admiral rather have the emissary upset then having a star destroyer have the capability of leaving the planet in a hurry. Though the Cruisers were the most expensive and rare object in the Legions navy.

As a avid follower of Grand Admiral Thrawn, his teachings were of that to be prepared then kind, yet still show the respect deserved. This was a representative of an unknown, and that unknown made them more powerful then every other nation out there. A hidden secrete was able to make or break the order he so desired. The message he received was vague and everything about it had the scent of someone smarter then the average leader. After he received the emissary he did as much research as possible, but nothing was available on the source of the message. Jagger would have to wait to see where the meeting would head before he could continue. This made him more unsteady about the meeting as he never was left out so easily, or known so little.

He stood by the starport where the emissary would land and flanking him were 8 troopers in a mix of Sith Armor and others just mixed armors of the Republic Armor. He didn't feel ready for this meeting, but he would do his best to hide it, unless of course this was one of those space wizards who could see through his soul. He stood at attention as the dignitary exited the shuttle. As the soldiers exited the ship it was instantly made aware that the soldiers he had with him were no match for the Stormtroopers with the dignitary. Jagger stood astonished for a second, he then moved to greet the hooded man. "Hello sir, I do apologies about the show upstairs, but when am unknown shows up on my front step, one must be cautious."
 
"I understand entirely," Mephirium spoke, his voice all polite warmth. He waved a hand toward either of the men at his side, and they took a respectful step back. Shlurk maintained his presence two paces back; the massive Graug staring out from the hem of his cowl like a predator ready to pounce on Mephirium's command. His master was the opposite -- the Sith Lord wore a warm smile that reached his cheeks, and reached out to shake the man's hand, the other reaching up to draw back his cowl.

"I would have responded the same. We are strangers to you -- it would be unwise to admit us without a preliminary scan first. We live in a time of warlords and despots after all." He continued, his visage visible now that the cowl was drawn back. He was a relatively young man that looked to be in his mid-thirties, with a scruffy beard, short black hair, and bright blue eyes that bespoke of experience beyond his years. "My title is Mephirium, but you may call me Cyril. I come representing...well, we've not found a name for it. The New Order, you might call it."

His grin faded, but the warmth did not. "I've heard much of you, my friend. A man attempting to bring order in all this chaos; one whom hasn't resorted to pogroms like others of his ilk. Such qualities are attractive to my constituents."

[member="Jagger Fuga"]
 
[member="Darth Mephirium"]

Jagger looked over to the Graug, he had soldiers die by the hands of these monster soldiers back in the Sith-Republic Wars. These creatures were some of the top tier soldiers in the whole galaxy. If a man could control both this monster as well as troopers of the legendary 501st, if the man was trying to hide them he wasn't doing a good job. These men and women were the bane of every commanders existence on the battlefield. To try and combat them was always a failure unless a commander was experienced in the ways of war and even then it was only then would the tables be leveled. To see even a single Graug and 2 501st Troopers, he could feel his men fear, yet the presence of their War Admiral was the only thing anchoring them to the ground.

The Admiral extended both his hands to The Man before him, grasping his hand with one and covering it with the other. He shook it a good few times and then let go, the presence of the man was unsettling for anyone. Yet Jagger was not just anyone, he did not falter and he was not easily scared. This was a show of power, yet if the man wanted to kill him and his legion of soldiers, this face to face would not be with a hand shake, but with Jagger either on his back dead or forced to bend the knee. This man with scary power, wanted something from the Legion of Ashes, the only question was What, and Why.

The name of this "New Order" was defiantly new to the Admiral, nothing in all his database ever flagged anything of the sort. He should know, he spent every waking moment in that data library reading and studying. "Well Lord Mephirium, let us head to my office and I can hear out your offer for the Legion, does that sound agreeable, unfortunately your Graug will need to surrender his weapon, they are just a lethal without it and it will ease my soldiers a little more."
 
Shlurk was never supposed to leave the landing pad to begin with. Smiling, Mephirium waved his oldest friend away as if the thought had been Jagger's alone. The Graug, knowing the routine, backed away without retort. The two men, the first of which being Mephirium's close confidant 1st Captain Darius, stepped back as well.

"No need. They'll remain with the ship. Decius, maintain contact with the Chimaera and inform the rear admiral that I will be indisposed for a few hours." The Stormtrooper captain met his words with a simple tilt of his heads. "Whatever you say, m'lord."

Mephirium affixed his compatriots with a confident smile in hopes of easing their worry, and stepped forward. He would follow Jagger without hesitation to the man's office, his arms held at his sides to show his lack of hostilities. "I know Shlurk makes your boys unhappy," he said, "But he is a loyal friend. He fought for the Republic against his own people during the great war. He's stuck with me since the beginning." Mephirium explained. "I assure you, he will not bring your men any harm."

The Sith Lord paused, a brow lofting at the man whom others may be tempted to call a despot. "Tell me, Mister Fuga, who are you, and what is it you are trying to build here?"

[member="Jagger Fuga"]
 
[member="Darth Mephirium"]

Jagger would lead the man to the Office of the War Admiral. Walking through the hallways and hearing the man speak of the Graug that joined the Republic. He had heard rumors of such a thing happening, but nothing ever came across his desk about such a thing being true. I would only guess that such a fact was true, and to also hear that the man was a Republic Solder was also appealing. Having a fellow trooper or even member of the Galactic Republic was speaking and not just some random member of a secrete society.

Jagger let out a small smile as the man mentioned the Gruag would not harm his men, "I do not fear your friend, my men do not understand, thus I must for them, you are a man of eminence power and the ability to show up alone with only a single star destroyer shows me that you do not fear me, so we have something you want."

They entered the Admirals office and made there way to the desk at the far end. The soldiers escorting them knew better then to enter this part of the building. This was Jagger's personal housing and he wished to keep it as Non-War as he could. Thus only meeting and private subjects were to hosted here. As he was about to head to his seat the man asked about what his vision. Jagger was caught a little off guard, he expected for the man to ask for soldiers, or possible weapons or ships. Yet he asked for Jagger's vision, this got a lot more interesting. He made his way to his seat and offered the man a seat, he moved in to sit as well. "Well the Legion of Ashes was created a home for those soldiers who lost their path after the fall of the One Sith and the Republic, we work together and though it is not an easy peace we get what needs to be done, we then give them a new goal, to bring order and peace back the the galaxy like the storied our parents told us before the Plague wiped out our last peace."
 
Mephirium took it upon himself to become as comfortable as physically possible. He kicked his feet up against the bottom of the table and leaned back, just far enough to where one might fear the chair would tip over entirely. He listened to Jagger with a quirked brow and steeped fingers, nodding here and there when he found that he agreed with the younger man's words.

"I did not think you did. I can usually tell. Call it intuition." Mephirium said through a pleasant smile, a hint of amusement lacing his words. He leaned back a little farther, and put a hint of mental pressure into keeping himself from tipping backward. The maneuver costed him nothing but a simple though, but it was as clear a sign for force sensitivity as any other.

"That's a noble goal," he continued, "Something I wanted for my boys when the war came to an end. I used to be a Jedi, up until the end of the war. Had to make a change to actually bring the war to an end," he paused, meeting the man's eyes. "You might call me a Sith Lord now, though it is really only a title. I use my abilities to reign my constituents in -- keep them working as tools of the order, rather than the opposite."

He fell forward with a loud stamp of the chair's front legs. "I want to do the same things you do. I do not fear you, because we are kindred spirits. Surely you see that."

[member="Jagger Fuga"]
 
[member="Darth Mephirium"]

Interesting, a force user. Jagger moved in to toggle in his terminal before him, looked up some stuff as he listened the man speak about the future of the galaxy. It was rather enticing to hear from such a like minded individual like himself. The information that he was speaking about was defiantly something he could agree with. Yet there was one part that he could not get his head around. What did this "New Order" want from the Legion.

He stopped typing on his terminal and looked over to his possible new friend. He just had to ask the question. "If that is so, then how can the Legion of Ashes be of assistance then."
 
"One man cannot rule the galaxy," Mephirium said, "It would prove to be impossible. Only a god could accomplish such whilst retaining his sanity, and gods do not exist." As if his cryptic words explained everything, Mephirium leaned back and folded his arms about his chest. He transfixed Jagger with an amused little grin, his eyes darting from one corner of the office to the next. It was then that he spoke. "We wish to create peace, and to preserve what little peace there still is. Your legion joining our cause would be a great boon, and we could provide your people with the safety and protection of our armies," he paused. "There is also the matter of governorship. I am the son of a Grand Moff, and he taught me a great many things before his death. One of the most important centered on sector governance -- your legion, along with various other organizations, would run a sector of space for our...order."'

The word fell from his lips with practiced ease. This was not the first time Mephirium had given his piece on the state of things, nor would it be the last. Even still, Jagger's assistance could prove to be fundamental in reforging the core. Though Mephirium was a military veteran, he was both a Sith Lord and from the outer rim. The locals needed a man they could relate to if they were to be loyal. Mephirium had decided Jagger was that man some time ago.

"All we ask for is your loyalty and cooperation. In return, we will give you the peace and order you so crave. You need not do this all alone, Jagger. I know what you are going through, trying to save people who don't want saving. Trying to bring basic law and order -- to bring food, electricity, social services, and proper ethics and values to a generation that has known nothing but war. Let us help you."

[member="Jagger Fuga"]
 
[member="Darth Mephirium"]

Jagger listened to this mans words as he spoke like he was preaching from some holy scriptures. The man truely believed what he was saying and jagger was prone to agree. He was a military leader, a man who planned and lead, he was no emperor, or president. That was the reason he became a dictator, protect people with the only leadership he knew.

The War Admirals room was very plain, but it still felt cluttered. Though there were only two painting in the room, one a portrait of Grand Admiral Thrawn, the other of the Four Sages. The rest of the room was stacked with Data Storages with their blue lights flickering with information, but also book cases with paper books and scrolls. Jagger was an avid collector of old age books and information. He believed if a man could learn all he could, it was the best way to serve ones peoples. His room enforcing that belief.

The man had no problems taking orders, after all he served in the military nearly all his life. His Legion however was a different story all together. Many of the soldiers and troopers were Ex-Republic and Ex-One Sith, many if not all had deep grudge against the Sith for either. betrayal or seen as an enemy. Being under the command of such Sith again would only bring instability within the Legions already loose friendship. He would have to tread carefully from here on out, "Hmmm, Lord Mephiriun, I like your heart and dedication, but the veteran of the Legion will not accept the Sith as their de facto leadership, thus I can not bend the knee to your order without two guarantees, the Legion of Ashes must get its own government, we decide who will represent us within your New Order and you and your Sith may not govern my people, only myself and my leadership will have direct contact with your central government, hatred for you force users runs thick within my ranks, though not you personally, the men here don't trust Force Users like they use too," Jagger then moved around in his seat, leaned forward putting his elbows on the table before him, "The second and most important guarantee is this, the Legion of Ashes would like to have land where my people could place their family, the war torn farms and lands from where they came from is no place for children or families, so when you erupt from your hidden homes, homes will be made from my troopers and placed within the Legions Government,"

Jagger sighed a bit, dictating rules to a Sith never ended well so he added this, "I understand these request have no real backing, the power you have shown before this meeting showed me that my small Force here is no real threat to you or your Order, but I still have to think what is best for my people, they are all I have left after the Republic crumbled, but these are my request before I bend the knee."
 
Mephirium had expected this. No foreign power, no matter how small, agreed to such terms without something in reparation. Fortunately for this little alliance, everything Jagger said went more or less in line with Mephirium's own thoughts. He waved a dismissive hand at the man, as if the issues that he had brought up were inconsequential.

"I was a known protector of the people. You won't have propaganda issues," he smiled. "You and your people will retain autonomy. It goes along with that idea of sector governance. So long as you pay the tithe and follow our overarching federal laws, you are free to govern how you choose. Who knows? Perhaps you'll become a regional governor on your own."

the smile only seemed to widen as Mephirium produced a slip of flimsi paper from his belt. He slipped it across the table, along with a pen. Upon it were the terms of the annexation of the legion, assuring its people their sovereign rights and all the other political talk Mephirium had mentioned. "Once we procure suitable worlds, your people may claim one or two as their own." He paused, "Before you sign this, is there anyone you or I should speak with first?"

[member="Jagger Fuga"]
 
[member="Darth Mephirium"]

Jagger nodded as the man continued to speak, and when he finished jagger pressed a button on his terminal where he was typing away earlier. A younger Cyril appeared in a Jedi Robe and information began to loop in Galactic Basic. As they sat there and talked jagger did as much digging on this individual as he could. In the short time he was able to scrap old Republic Files and One Sith Intelligence Reports to make up a rough guess. All this info just flowed before the both of them as the blue hue of the former Jedi past was payed out before them.

The Admiral nodded, "Indeed, a man of the people Master Cyril Grayson, your file as far as I've read only strengthen my belief that what you wish is honest and true, but who you were and who you are now are different, isn't that right Lord Mephirium?" With the Press of another button, the image changed to his currently self, information on his connection to the erosion to the One Sith and the cause of the Civil War and named the new Dark Emperor. "You have my support, but before you have the support of the legion, you must convince her majesty [member="Rayen Katoka"] and my Exsecutive Officer [member="Maizono"], they are both loyal to the Legion and if they agree, both factions within the Legion with join your New Order."
 
A pang of regret ran through Mephirium at the mention of his prior titles. There was a part of him that sorely missed the honest goodness of the Jedi Order and what they had to offer. Their motives were rarely questioned, and they were often seen as paragons of morality. All that he had done was for similar reasons, but he'd been forced to take the darker path to accomplish such things. A slight part of him might have been jealous of those who could do as their heart told them without consequences, but then he shut it out quickly. He was Darth Mephirium, slayer of self-proclaimed gods and heir to the empire. There was no other place for him but here.

"I'm still that same man. I just have different titles," he explained, "Everything I do is for the same reasons. I just want to help people, and the only way to do that is with the powers I now command. I need to lead, because I know how to deal with people. I know when to bring the pen, and when to bring the sword. Darth, Cyril, Mephirium -- they are all simple titles. In the long run, they mean nothing. I'd prefer for my deeds to speak for me."

He paused, nodding in agreement with Jaggor. "I agree. You should not make a decision without speaking with others who might be affected. Call them up, if you like. I would enjoy speaking with them personally."

[member="Jagger Fuga"]
 
[member="Darth Mephirium"]

Jagger like many high ranking military non-force users, thought of the the Jedi as the peak of the Republic standing. They were the governments guardians and in the later years of the Republic were angels who fell from grace by there own volition. Now Generals and Admirals saw them as nothing but pest who splatter their beliefs to men who had a job to do. They were no longer defenders, but prophets who read there holy scripture while no one listened anymore. Jagger was not like either of those groups anymore, Force Users were a tool to defending the people. Much like a rifle or starship was a tool for the military to defend the nation. Dark Lord or Master Jedi, the Legion was a rag tag unit of non-force users who had a deep distaste for being lead by the nose and sent to war for others ideals. The Legion of Ashes was a army to end wars, not a crusading militia.

He turned off the holo-projector, the image and information disappeared. He then spoke up, "Well I will be holding those words against you sir." He then stood up, "If you excuse me, I will radio my two loyalist and move on, I will just step out a second."

Jagger would step out for a few minute before stepping back in. He walked into a door behind his desk. This room was were the Central Surveillance Data Bank were all information that the Legion gathered was placed. Inside there was a Inter-Planetary Communication Terminal, there he radioed both his counterparts and they agreed to join this New Order under the condition that Jagger was still the leader of the Legion. He exited this door and sat back in his seat, he then leaned back. "The Republic and One Sith forces are now standing behind their leaders, and the factions have placed their banners," He leaned forward and picked up the pen. "It is said that in this day and age only the Devil uses pen and paper, lets just hope I'm not signing my men's souls to their death's." He then signed his name in Hapen Cursive on the sheet of paper. He then slid the paper back to the man sitting before him.
 
For all Jagger's caution, and he did have every right to be cautious, it was misplaced. Despite his titles and grievances, Mephirium truly did not have any ill intentions for Jagger or his people. His goals were, more or less, pure. If the core was not brought back into a sense of order, then all would suffer. Uniting was the logical step forward, and Mephirium wasn't going to be forcing it on the Hapan if it was not what he wished.

"I am the devil," Mephirium promised, "But the devil protects his demons." He affixed the Hapan with a smile the meaning behind his words all too clear. Jagger and his people were with him now, and they would receive every bit of protection that came with that allegiance. "I will inform my admirals and send a contingent to help you defend your people. We will call a meeting of admirals soon enough -- I would be honored if you would attend. A man of your military experience should have a say in how we move ahead."

His words were honest, albeit a bit buttered up. If the Legion of Ashes was to remain loyal, then it would most certainly help to offer their leader a place in decision making. "I see you have a like for Thrawn," he added, nodding to the painting. "You might be pleased to hear that we currently command the Chimaera, and it will be where this meeting is held."

[member="Jagger Fuga"]
 
[member="Darth Mephirium"]

The Admiral was more then tired after the signing of the Legion to this New Order. Plans and even possibilities of how the Legion was rushing through his head and he would have to expectorate the plans for the Legion including the Navy and the Army and Marines. As well as finding new commanders to lead the Marines and a possible General for the Army. The Navy needed ships and though the army had weapons, they needed newer armor and protection, there rag tag armor was nothing more then what they could personally buy and steal while being raiders and mercenaries.

Then the Dark Lord mentioned the Chimaera, and then the Admiral slammed his hands against the table before him shaking the whole room. He was now in the standing position and leaning over the desk. "You have what now?!?"

He ran the sentence several times in his head before he realized what he heard was correct. His new master from above was in command of not just the Graug, and the 501st, but the Gods Karking Chimaera! All of Jaggers concerns were then washed away as he knew this was a sign from the Creators, it was fate that put him on contact with this man. The admiral then pressed a button on terminal, all the window closed and his terminal turned off. The room was now sealed off from the outside world. He then moved over to the front of the Dark Lord and spoke, "The Fates of the Creator have put me in your path, and with the customs of the Hapes Consortium," He bent to one knee, placed his opposite hand on the floor and lowered his head to the his new Lord, "The Legion of Ashes will be renamed the Phoenix Legions and as Grand Admiral, I Jagger Rommelio Fuga will serve your will till the ends of time itself, you no longer shall ask of us, only order and we will execute."
 
Mephirium met Jagger's display with laughter. He flashed the admiral an amused little grin and rose up to his feet, just as Jagger slammed his hands on the desk. It had been intuition that suggested mentioning the legendary vessel would secure the admiral's loyalty, and as it had been with many things, Mephirium's intuition was correct once again.

"I accept your fealty, Admiral Jagger Fuga. You may rise, my friend," Mephirium felt the corner's of his lips curling into a smile. The admiral would be an especially useful asset, and as things were looking now, a valued friend. With a gesture, Mephirium willed his newest constituent to stand. "You've no need for such displays. I do not require your worship, only your devotion. Together, we will bring a new order to these scattered stars, and we will have peace."

At any cost.

"I'll give you time to speak with your people. The Chimaera will be awaiting you on the morrow." Mephirium drew his cowl up over his face, and rolled the flimsi paper up, slipping it into his cloak. "I look forward to seeing you there, Admiral."

And then he was gone.

[member="Jagger Fuga"]
 
[member="Darth Mephirium"]

Jagger stood from his level of respect he was showing his new Dark Lord. Jagger was a little upset that he was to serve a man of different standings then himself, but order was to be maintained. He was a fair and reasonable man, and that meant he was made very well aware that having autonomy within this New Order was very key. Trusting a Sith many knew was always willing to be a pain in the seance that they often turned on his word. However the new Phoenix Legion would need to be a force that his Lord would need. Then his power within the Order would allow him to maintain the Peace, and even make Laws that would maintain the peace. Jagger was tired of soldiering, but it he could secure a place where Chaos and war was a distant memory, then he did not care who he would serve. If they promised stability and lasting harmony and had the power to back up that claim.

The Grand Admiral even liked the Idea that the Legion would need to be called to arms and if the Legion believes that there was another way, they could pull their support. This may be a bad idea, but the Legion would be a Formidable Force for anyone to appose at this point and time.

He looked onto his Lords face and spoke, "It may be a display to you sir, but as a soldier and Hapan, that is the hightest level of loyalty I could show, and though I may not agree with your Sith New Order, your sir will always have me and my Legions by your side."

He then walked the Dark Lord to the door where his soldiers would walk him back to the shuttle. Jagger would go and speak with his two loyalist soldiers who would need to sway the new generals and commanders that this was the correct choice.
 

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