Heir to the Empire
Some time had passed since his last face-to-face meeting with the Sovereign Imperator himself. The now Warlord of Nirauan was nothing more than some young Prince, looking to prove himself useful, when they had first met. In a way, he still was that same kid, but the trials he'd faced over the course of the Third Imperial Civil War had molded him into something greater than before. In some ways, at least, he was a greater individual with goals and ambition, and the vision to see them through. No longer did he travel aimlessly through the stars, seeking nothing in particular but somehow finding his way to an exciting new journey every so often. He'd taken command of a Legion, stylized it himself, and became a leader who needed neither guile nor intimidation to convince them to go to war on his behalf. Where many saw his presence as little more than an upstart outsider, a few well-placed allies had come to realize what kind of person that Luc really was.
Carefree, lazy, independent, daring. He was a solid mix of good and bad, but the good in him far exceeded the bad on most days. Sure he had a habit of being derelict in his duties as a Warlord, but Luc made up for his shortcomings in ways that balanced out his negligence. He was commonly the first out during a major battle, and that fact had only seen an increase with the addition of the modest Legion of loyal stormtroopers who followed him into battle. He looked out for the little people- Luc never forgot his spacer roots, after all, nor did he ever truly adopt the mentality of the Royalty where his roots originally could be found. He did all of this without asking for recognition, and his tongue never shied away from avoiding the hard topics when his opinion was asked. Regardless of the stigma which followed Serenno's exiled prince through the military -- which he formally was not apart of, and never had been -- that had never stopped him from risking his life to save one of his comrades in need. As selfish as he could be at times, others would find him acting more selfless than anything else.
But recognition for these deeds and accomplishments were not on his agenda. He was who he was, and a pat on the back was not the motive for the things that he did. Luc truly believed that the fight against the Sith was something that he needed to do. It was a fight for the greater good, with the Order standing in sole opposition as the vanguard against the threat which the Zambrano Empire posed. He still believed that the Sith needed to be stopped, but the constant cycle of war had taken its toll on Luc over his tenure with the Order. Taking lives, ordering people to take lives, watching men die in front and around him in droves. All of these things plagued him constantly at night to the point where his dreams were essentially nightmares themselves. He remembered the faces of the good men who died, and forgot the faces of the multitude he'd killed.
All in the name of the greater good of the galaxy.
A breaking point had been reached within his head, yet still he pressed on. He was intent on finishing the mission, but after that? He wasn't sure. He held position, commanded thousands of men, and found an entire planet technically falling under his jurisdiction. For men who sought power in the galaxy, Luc had achieved one of the greater ambitions that they could've ever dreamed of, yet this dream was not his own. He never wanted the power and influence, but neither did he say no.
Everything around him was in a constant state of ebb and flow, and where he was positioned seemed uncertain.
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Thoughts abound in his head, Luc had retreated into his thoughts whilst in transit to meet with the Imperator on board his flagship, the Dissident Aggressor. He'd arrived about a hour prior to the meeting, accompanied by nobody but the R-4 astromech slotted into his starfighter. The droid remained fitted onto the starfighter whilst he wandered throughout the ship, eventually making his way to the meeting about two minutes prior to the exact time it was scheduled. Greeted by a pair of the Imperator's finest at the doors, Lucien was let in shortly after his presence was announced, and walked through the doors looking as casual as ever during their meeting.
Setting aside his usual formal clothing, and against the wishes of his Advisor, Luc entered wearing the typical clothes that he was commonly seen in when he first joined up with the Order. Dressed head to toe in the finest of spacer gear, the brown leather jacket which topped it all off had all the wear and tear of his previous adventures in the creases of the leather. He offered a polite, but casual half-bow towards the man once he was fully inside. Luc still wasn't sure how to address the man, but he sure as hell wasn't going to pretend like he was the end-all be-all like many of his fellow Imperials would. But regardless, he had no beef with the Order's supreme leader. The man was good to him, for what it was worth, so a modicum of respect was the least he'd give.
"I heard you wanted to see me."
