Private Rise of the Wolf: Forging Iron

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
TAG: Darth Athora

Time had not been completely kind to the memory of the fallen nations which had occupied the expanse of galactic space. Srina Talon had been correct during the war council when she said empires had risen and fallen. Gerwald knew it intimately as did she. The Confederacy had once been a grand bastion for equality, until a threat too great to contain proved their downfall.

Much of their technology remained, and some of it still far superior than the technology many of the nations which had now come into being. The wolf had taken his time to collect what he could and pieced together what could be reversed engineered to create a gift for Darth Empyrean and the Sith Order as a whole. While others spoke of what they would do, Gerwald was one to take action and show the order what it COULD do.

He sat on the sofa overlooking the progress of prototype’s construction in the make-shift office which he had assembled for this particular escapade. Few knew of the project, those who had helped him find the technology, and those he had paid to arrange the work. Naturally he would only trust Locke and Key to oversee the work. Yet, he was still there keeping tabs on it.

The small office allowed him a meeting place away from the prying ears of Jutrand as well. Over recent months the politics of the Sith Order had begun to turn. Gerwald had found himself in need for alliances beyond those he had clung to so often. The wolf needed to be more than the executioner or enforcer of the Emperor. The wolf needed to be his own force, and hold his own influence of the Sith.

To that end he had accepted the request to meet with a fellow eternalist. Empyrean had made his intentions clear, the formation of a Dark Council. The Kainite’s had the votes to see one of theirs make it, if not more. Certainly the remnants of the Tsis’Kaar could be rallied to vote for Darth Malum. That left the need to see an Eternalist rise to power. Would it be Darth Athora , or would it be him.

Whiskey sat on the table in front of him. Gerwald waited for her arrival ready to play host. He was not the grand hostess that his mate was, but she had domesticated him enough that the wolf knew how to entertain a guest with some measure of civility.

 

[Darth Athora]

The Dark Lady of Kulthis, Lord Admiral of the Imperial Armada, The Grand Adjudicator, Darth Athora had been summoned forth by another Eternalist, a Gerwald Lechner. A name that had scrawled by her once or twice before. He had potential for a worthy ally to her, but that could be cemented or broken based on this enocunter. She had to test his intentions for the future. Test his resolve. See who and what he was. And what he wanted.

"Lara, I am not to be disturbed while in this meeting. At all." Athora stated calmly through her communicator.

She eventually came upon a door that was the entrance to the meeting room. Gerwald awaited her there. She took in a deep breath then exhaled before opening the door. She stepped into the room and looked upon him as he was there awaiting her. She wore a simple all-black jumpsuit with black heels. Her raven hair was streight, reaching down to her lower back. The room was clearly recently set up. As if it were just for this meeting. She continued to observe him before something caught her eye.

"Is that whiskey?"

Gerwald Lechner​