WolfMortum
OOC Account
The Chimaera,
Stardestroyer, Imperial II Class.
Much had changed over the years recent.Veiere stood at the end of his private quarters aboard the durasteel goliath of a vessel, staring off into the distant reaches of space as if the blanket of stars might bring him some peace of mind, the rhythm in which they thrived, grew brighter and died out in such uncoordinated offense, mimicking his thoughts as he reflected upon the past. He had lost much, long before meeting Theodred Heavenshield, the Lady and soon to be madame President of Commenor, Kay Larr, or any of the former associates he had found within the Galactic Republic's new reform or the Silver Jedi Order, of which he had failed to integrate into; a fault all of his own and not to be held against them, once a Jedi in great dedication to the Order, he had tried to keep to the light and only managed to stall his inevitable slip into obscurity.
Where had this downfall started, he had to ask himself. Even having met with Theodred, the younger man had not pulled Veiere from the world of Alzoc Three, in which he had spent the decade prior upon within self-exile following the defeat and desolation of Svivren and the Enclave there. It had been Kay that had offered him a position, a job as a body guard, someone who could offer her security as she was then at the time, on her own and yet to heed Commenor's calling. Together they had sought to help the Republic, only to be deterred in it's downfall and set their sights not on the Jedi nor the government of a galaxy, but upon the smaller trade world that sought one so gifted in politics as she had been. Veiere however, had still yet to find his place and even with their growing relationship across the months, he had been torn by his former duty and Kay had seen this.
Nothing had gone as he had hoped. There had become a slim hope that she might finish her term as the worlds leader and they soon retreat into a much simpler life, nothing of the media nor attention they had acquired, but a humble living together and away from the danger of it all. That too had been taken from them the day that Atrisia had been attacked, the day that he had felt her pain through their bond and turned his back on his own brothers wishes, seeking to find and keep Kay safe. He had failed them both and people on all sides had perished; Cyril Grayson was not to be the last person close to Veiere to be killed due to his own inaction and failure to protect those around him...
A mechanical hiss sounded from far behind him, the doors sliding open to reveal two sets of audible steps, aura's accompanying them both. Cillian Braedon, Veiere's personal pilot commissioned while serving under Lady Kay, he was a youth filled man with a sarcastic remark to almost all insights of the Jedi's and yet Veiere had come to trust and dare it be said, favor the young man as a personal friend. Cillian had shown great care for Veiere, despite trusting in nothing of the Force nor understanding the Jedi path in things, he consistently questioned Veiere's state of mind, especially lately since the Sith had corrupted Commenor's leading office...
The second of the pair, the Admiral of the Chimaera, acting command in the absence of Veiere's presence here rather similar to the way the capital ship was run under Cyril Grayson's watch. Vikras Ansion was older than Veiere was, wise in his own ways and a stable mind for tactical operations and a charge such as this, he was also Commenori by blood and felt the worlds recent changes as deeply as Veiere had.
"We have arrived, Master Jedi" Vikras informed him, his tone of voice ever so factual and formal. You could tell a lot simply by the way in which someone spoke to you, whether or not they cared to respect you, nor how compatible they were to ones choices in life. Vikras was very much a man of formalities being in such a position, and yet in private such as times like this, when glad to be of the company, it was common for them to be able to speak casually together. The fact that he remained on queue and even referred to Veiere not by name but by title, caused his gaze to drop, brows furrowing as he sensed unease in the man. "You disagree with this venture, Vikras?" Veiere asked, almost a little too quietly. Their relationship was more business than it had ever been about friendship and yet Veiere was always wary about their discussions. Vikras, like many of the crew and especially the 501st legion, were not used to being under the command of a member of the Jedi Order...-If that was what Veiere was anymore.
"I fail to see the importance of pulling this vessel and her people away from the Silver territories simply to entertain the loss of your own priorities, Veiere. Yes, I am afraid I do...", he had enjoyed following a more militaristic regime after so long a time off duty following the events surrounding Commenor, to be feeling as though he was fighting for a cause once again, potentially defending and saving lives from the Mandalorian, Vikras was struggling to understand why they were pulling away. The fact was, that before they had come to Voss, the StarDestroyer and the legion had been handed down to Veiere from Cyril upon his death bed made of fallen debris and the blood of war. Like it or not, Veiere's command was law and though he very rarely forced a decision upon them, he had found himself uncertain of his path of late.
"It is true, this trip is of little value to the Order..." He slowly turned and moved to take a seat behind his desk, gesturing for both of them to join him. "I have seen worlds razed in war upon the pettiest reasons, I have seen armies amassed at the selfish desire of one man alone and then seen them all perish..." He waved his right hand as if the thought was nothing, "This galaxy is at war with itself...-Chaos, everywhere. I feel there's more we can accomplish out here for the time being...".
Vikras remained silent, his eyes studying Veiere a moment before speaking up with a little more apprehension coming through in his words, "So it's true then..." The Admiral's eyes drifting to Cillian seated beside him as if looking for confirmation, soon glancing back to Veiere, "You wish not to remain with the Jedi?".