Diplomacy Seswenna Ascendant (Imperial Remnants Summit)

[Vandar Tarkin]

Seswenna Ascendant
Tarkin Memorial Conference Center, Eriadu City, Eriadu

Eriadu, and by extension the Seswenna Sector, has always been quite contested. Sitting at an intersection between several hyperspace lanes, it undoubtably holds an important financial position in the galaxy. As such, it should come as no surprise that many powers have vied for control of the Sector and its capital, turning it into a pawn in the galactic game for centuries.

No longer.

With the Confederacy no longer exerting control over Eriadu, ultimate leadership of the planet fell to its former Viceroy, one Vandar Tarkin. For many years, Vandar has been quite outspoken about Eriadu's plight as a plaything of galactic overlords who couldn't care less about the world or its inhabitants, and while in office made efforts to uplift the world into a new age of prosperity. As such, in the wake of the Confederacy's collapse the Eriadu Authority was formed; like its predecessors the Authority was modeled in the image of a miniature Galactic Empire, and Vandar poised to make it a power in its own right.

A great many Imperial factions had dotted the southern parts of the galaxy for decades, leaving even more remnant factions when they fractured. And it was to these remnants that an invitation to an Imperial summit was sent, to meet with High Moff Vandar Tarkin in the mutual interest of strengthening each other. Many others, the Authority included, were not remnants or splinter states but modeled after the Empire, and such states' leaders were also invited. This was to be a meeting of Imperial minds, a summit to secure a brighter future for all.

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Vandar adjusted the collar of his uniform and stepped out of the airspeeder that had brought him from the Eriadu Imperial Palace to the Tarkin Memorial Conference Center. As he waited for the invited Imperials to arrive, he pondered to himself who would deign to attend the summit, and whether those who did had honest intentions or would simply seek to increase their own power.

That was the thing about Empires. They had the tendency to attract both kinds of people. On the one hand, you had your Pellaeons, your Fels, people who join to do the right thing for the galaxy and its people, but on the other you had your Ysannes, your Miltin Takels, your Hissas, selfish schemers who use the Empire as a vessel to indulge their excesses, feed their vanity, and satiate their bloodlust.

While Vandar respected Wilhuff, he was all too knowledgeable of the reputation his ancestor had, of his actions and their outcomes. In pushing the Tarkin Doctrine, feeding into Palpatine's insidious ideals, Wilhuff was ultimately responsible for signing the Empire's death warrant. His upbringing taught Wilhuff the power of fear as a means of order, but Jova failed to teach him an important lesson about fear. Wilhuff believed that one must rule through fear to command obedience, but Vandar knew that fear was only part of a greater equation.

Years of studying history and politics at Phelar University granted him an introspection: fear can command loyalty, but love and respect can as well, and fear should only be chosen when love and respect cannot be obtained. Loyalty through respect is a truer, more enduring loyalty, and if one commands it through fear they must be cautious lest fear turn to hatred. Wilhuff had failed to learn this lesson, and it cost him not only his own life, but the lives of millions of Imperials and ultimately the life of the Empire itself.

Vandar was keen to not replicate that failure.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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S E S W E N N A_A S C E D A N T

FINAL DAWN
ERIADU, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Eriadu. Perhaps one of the most strategically important worlds in the Outer Rim. A Fortress world in it's own right, and an economic powerhouse, Eriadu was a bastion of Imperialism being the home of the Tarkin Family whose members Ranulph and Wilhulf Tarkin had made great contributions to the Imperial ideology. Since the collapse of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, the Final Dawn, a Neo-Imperial Junta operating from the Unknown Regions from within the territories of the Brotherhood of the Maw, had taken a great interest in the region already establishing a presence there with their Shipbuilding Facilities at Seswenna.

The Emergence of Vandar Tarkin and his Eriadu Authority had caught Sularen's attention who had sought to establish ties with during his ventures in the Outer Rim along with other Imperialist groups in the region such as the Imperial Concordat on Kal'Shebbol and the Sith Imperium on Utapau. The Concordat had since been directly absorbed into the Final Dawn while the Sith Imperium who had already lent some of their assets to the Final Dawn and just recently more Imperialist groups in the form of the United Warlords under a certain Grand Moff Viera Kisep had appeared on the radar further attracting the attention of the Final Dawn in the region.

Nevertheless, the rise of these groups presented an opportunity for the Final Dawn to further project it's power and advance it's goals through the establishment of new connections and alliances with such groups. Thus when Vandar Tarkin called for an Imperial Summit between various Imperialists groups and organizations, Marlon Sularen, High Regent of the Final Dawn and the Neo-Imperial Warlord of O'reen, immediately headed for Eriadu seeking to finally meet with the so-called High Moff of Eriadu and establish proper ties with the Eriadu Authority.

Soon enough Sularen's Flagship, the FDS Predator emerged from hyperspace arriving in orbit of the Eriadu System. It was customary for the High Regent of the Final Dawn to travel across the Galaxy onboard his flagship just in case things went wrong and he would require a rapid escape route. From the Predator's ventral hangar, High Regent's Ommin-Class Infiltration Shuttle emerged from the hangar proceeding to head towards Eriadu City eventually landing at a landing pad near the Tarkin Memorial Conference Center. Upon arrival, the High Regent would emerge from the Shuttle accompanied by his trusted aide the O'reenian Colonel Rackham and a small squad of Raptor Commandos for personal protection.

Soon enough they would enter a luxury landspeeder and make their way towards the Tarkin Memorial Conference Center, with the High Regent fully prepared for the Imperial Summit ready to establish ties with Imperial organizations large and small in order to further increase the Final Dawn's reach across the galaxy and give it better chances at winning the ongoing Second Great Hyperspace War

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Tags | Vandar Tarkin | OPEN​

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[Julius Haskler]

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S E S W E N N A _ A S C E N D A N T​

Location: Tarkin Memorial Conference Centre
Tags: Vandar Tarkin | Marlon Sularen | Ivan Cestius | Viera Kisep

How long had it been since the Confederacy had collapsed? Julius could not recall. Ever since then, he had struggled almost constantly, having the difficult duty of redirecting the efforts of the DiploServ towards building successful relations with the various governments that rose and fell in the lawlessness of the vacuum of power. Until now, few contacts had brought leverage to the Empire, but with the recent events in the South, it was entirely possible that the balance of power was about to shift.

In the past year, new powers had emerged to assert control of the outlying regions. The Mandalorians had been approached, and the Anaxsi enjoyed warm diplomatic ties with them, going as far as technological and industrial exchanges. The Trade League had issued letters of marque against any Imperial ships, and no attempt to convince the League had been successful: they remained steadfast in their desire to destroy the vessels of perceived 'oppressive' nations. The Hutts... was it even relevant to speak of diplomatic ties? Haskler knew the Trade Federation had been working with them. And perhaps some crimelord was in touch. It was not his field of competence.

And then, the warring factions that tried to establish a semblance of authority on some planets or systems in the most ambitious cases: it had been the Imperial Concordat first, on Kal'Shebbol, but it had been quickly devoured by the Final Dawn, always on the hunt for more fuel. It had, obviously, not much interest in these backwater planets, but aimed to get some presence on the Rimma Trade Route and eventually take control of Eriadu, the centre point of this region, and key to the Core from the South.

It happened that Eriadu wasn't defenceless or powerless. The transition of power had been smooth when the Confederacy had dissolved, with the already-established Viceroy taking power and re-titling himself High Moff. The Eriadu Authority held the Seswenna Sector tightly and was ready to assemble other planetary rulers to replicate the power of the Empire in the North. Hence the meeting, which many Warlords had been invited to, from across the South. As for Julius, he had travelled to honour the meeting at the behest of Vandar Tarkin, being the Imperial representative that would play the middle ground among the various Warlords, and bring the moral legitimacy to ensure an alliance could be established.

As the meeting began, Julius quietly drummed his fingers on the conference table. His habit of keeping a hand active had served him well in the past, either when duelling in Pols Anaxes, or when having to react quickly in diplomatic situations that became... less diplomatic. This also meant he used to carry his service weapon, a Q2 pistol, concealed in his right boot, where it could be retrieved quickly. The Moff was not a cantina enjoyer, by any means, but he knew how heated arguments often erupted in blaster fights. He had trained for this kind of situation and hoped he would never resort to fighting again. It was something for soldiers, and he was no longer one.

Casually resting in his armchair, Haskler began to wonder who would accept to show at the meeting, and who would simply send a representative. He imagined the Dvari-Imperials would probably be represented by their leader proper, whereas other Warlords, like the Pantorans, would send an envoy rather than risking the heads of their coup. And perhaps...

A hologram projector had suddenly lit up, clearly showing an Imperial-looking shuttle descending on the Conference Centre. With a shiver and a cold sweat, the diplomat studied the design, matching the sharp lines of the design with other shuttles he'd seen, during the war against the Sith, mostly. The shuttle evoked Julius the command vessels of the Knights of Ren when the First Order had faced the Galactic Alliance, some twenty years ago. Meaning that there was only one man that could be coming now. For some time, the two had played against each other across the galaxy. But now, Sularen and Haskler were going to meet again.

With a wave of the hand, Julius dismissed the TodHusars from the meeting room, leaving the security to the Troopers of the complex. Instead, he reached for his boot, touched his pistol to regain his confidence, and then brushed his republic blue coat. He looked up to the High Moff across the table, as Sularen landing and made his entrance into the complex. It was critical Tarkin knew who they were dealing with.

"The man that is about to enter is named Marlon Sularen. I guess you know his name, and perhaps who he is representing. I'm afraid we'll have to deal with Sith-bootlickers, even on your planet, but we can also make sure... and he once again silently drummed his hand on his boot, make sure he doesn't get back from such a meeting. What do you think, High Moff?"

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[Vandar Tarkin]

Vandar was notified as soon as the Predator exited hyperspace by his Chiss Adjutant. Hmph. The flagship of the Final Dawn's so-called "High Regent" . Of course he had heard of the Final Dawn, it was hard not to have, with it vaccing up resources from Imperial groups in attempts to feed their ever grinding conquest. Vandar had no doubt that was why Sularen was coming to the summit. He was already playing the conversation over in his head, promises of support in exchange for Eriadu and Seswenna becoming cogs in the High Regent's ever-growing war machine. The Dawn had already muscled their way onto Seswenna, and Tarkin currently lacked the manpower to prevent it. While bigger than it was under the Confederacy, Eriadu's military still had growing to do.

It did not escape his memory, either, that the Final Dawn was bedfellows with the marauding bands of Sith responsible for the destruction of Csilla. While High Human culture was still prevalent on Eriadu, Vandar had ensured that the Chiss were for all intents and purposes treated as humans even before Csilla's destruction, for all that they have done for Imperials over the centuries. Indeed, Chiss were fairly common among the Authority's ranks. The Sith were bad enough, what with Imperials of all manner sacrificed for the goals of some ancient cult, but for the Final Dawn to be allied with the Maw, of all of the groups, made Vandar consider for a moment or two having Sularen's shuttle shot down for having the nerve to rear his bald head here, his blood running hot the way only a Tarkin's can. But the moment passed, and Vandar regained his composure. Nevertheless, Sularen would likely encounter a warmer welcome on Hoth or Polus than he was going to get on Eriadu.

Tarkin turned to the Imperial ambassador and nodded as he spoke. "Yes, I am familiar with Sularen's reputation and the company he and his group keep. As much as I would like to send the man back to his flagship in a body bag, I must consider the repercussions. The Authority's military continues to grow, but at the current rate I fear war with the Dawn may prove unsustainable, even with them embroiled in the Hyperspace War." Vandar glanced at the hologram of the shuttle for a moment, picturing it going down in a fireball, before returning his gaze to Moff Haskler. "That being said, I will not stand in the way of Imperial justice." Tarkin cast a glance at the red-armored guards that flanked him, electrostaves resting with one end to the ground ready to spring to action at a moment's notice, and both silently nodded to the High Moff.

As he approached the Conference center, Sularen would be met with no warm smiles, no cheering crowds, just glares, a substantial amount of them coming from red eyes set in blue faces. Needless to say, neither he nor the Final Dawn as a whole had many fans here. He was begrudgingly allowed entrance to the Conference Center and directed to the chamber where the meeting would be taking place. "Ah. Marlon Sularen . I wish I could say it is a surprise that you decided to join this summit. Your reputation precedes you."

 

[Viera Kisep]

Viera Kisep looked to the others in the room. It had been a while since she had been with other imperials that were not part of her small enclave. Her history had been a long one. Once upon a time, she had been the only Non force user in the Old Sith Empire's Council. She had helped defend the galaxy and even lost when trying to prop up the Imperal Remnant. Since than other then switching bodies to stay young she had kept those loyal to her comfortable and worked with a friend on a classified project. Viera wanted more however. So this meeting had intrigued her enough to justify her presence. Her guards were as usual right behind her. While she her self wasn't force sensitive they were. Honestly force users were what she feared the most. They held a lot power and thus she had always cultivated some to be loyal guards to herself.

Viera looked at the others and while not familiar with anyone here, she had clearly earned a place at the table. However this new face about to enter seemed to be talked about rather negatively. She didn't like the sound of it. She had been all sorts of ranks, and didn't even know what to use here since technically she was just an ordinary woman these days. She looked to the new face and didn't say anything. She appraised the room and let the others talk. It would be more fun to watch the show. It was clear that there was going to be one.

 

[Sev'eere'nuruodo]

Veeren had come alone to the gathering, her freshly sown black navy uniform, lined with a deep blue, was slightly uncomfortable as she adjusted herself in the chair. It was not made from the best material, a hallmark of the necessities facing her people. The war against the Brotherhood of the Maw had been devastating for her people. Millions killed, the military crippled, and the remnants either slaughtered during their flight, or absorbed into other nations seeking to profit from the Chiss's plight. Rather than looking to rebuild, many of her people had taken up arms and begun a war against the Empire far to the north of the galaxy. The begrudging hope to retake the old Ascendancy would see more lives lost, and what limited support they could find put to rest forever.

Those Chiss that had fled to former Confederate space with her were desperate, lacking supplies, and in need of aid, but they were not hunted. They did not fight battles every single day in the vain hope of retaking a home that was as good as gone. So far from their ancestral region of space, they had found some semblance of peace. Her people had just begun the process of establishing a new home for themselves in the region when a message was received from Eriadu.

In her drive to protect and provide for her people, Veeren had instituted a state of martial law over the refugee fleet. Many aspects of Imperial life had been adopted within the fleet, a matter of necessity to survive, but a change from the old ways certainly. Accepting the invitation, in hopes of perhaps finding an ally for her people, Veeren traveled to the world in question. She was at first confused to see so many Chiss on the world, but it was a comfort as well. Here was the proof her people could survive on worlds far beyond the Ascendancy. She had taken a seat for herself, neither too distant from others or too close, remaining silent.

The others in the room, she did not know, but could determine identity and affiliation by uniform and stature. The self confidence and surety that was a hallmark of the people of Eriadu signaled the natives in the room, and the uniform of the other notable individual in the room marked him as an ambassador from the Empire. She held no grudge against the man or his nation. The war in the north was her own people's making. Those desperate to fight for the husk of space that had been their home could continue to do so. She would remain out of that conflict, and ensure those with her did as well.

She was just beginning to work up the interest to speak to others when another guest arrived to the gathering. Her head snapped around, crimson eyes narrowing, and she sat back in her chair. The pistol at her hip felt warm, all of the sudden, as she had to slowly tap her black gloved fingers on the table before her to refrain from reaching for it. While she had no great hatred for the Empire, there was another group that did have her enmity.

Final Dawn...

Viera Kisep Vandar Tarkin Julius Haskler Marlon Sularen

 

[Arador Terrix]

It had been ages since Terrix had last set foot on Eriadu, undoubtably before the Sundering that splintered the second-most-recent iteration of the First Order. The irony of there having been multiple iterations of the "First" Order did not escape him, and he idly pondered the thought of whether there would be another following the previous three. It did bring some joy to Terrix that Eriadu was currently being run by an Imperial after his own heart, that this Tarkin knew better than to repeat the folly of Wilhuff. No, this Tarkin understood, like himself, that peace maintained through force alone is tenuous at best.

The last few months had been busy but uneventful for Terrix. Officially, as far as the galaxy was concerned, he died in a shuttle explosion, but in actuality he used the opportunity to slip out of the public eye and had used the last few months to establish himself away from the First Order. The assassination attempt was not planned by Terrix, it was very real and he'd bear the scars of it for the rest of his life, however long that may be. The only ones that knew that Terrix was still alive were the surviving members of his security team, who had been given extensive cybernetic reconstruction, and a few select contacts.

Ironically enough his government experience translated fairly well to the underworld (the obvious joke to be made has not eluded him), and he has made a name for himself as "The Governor," hiding his true identity and forming a reputation as a reasonable authority figure, often removing an area's existing criminal element and leaving it better off. It was this identity, that of the anonymous Governor, that he had responded to the invitation with. As a result of facial reconstruction following the explosion, the only potential clue as to the man's true identity was the missing hand (which itself was hardly uncommon) and the slugthrower pistol that sat in a leather holster on his hip, itself likely only identifiable to those who had served in the First Order.

After his modified Lambda-class shuttle had touched down, Terrix rode in an airspeeder to the conference center. Many years ago he had been in the building, back when he was just a Moff's aide, but here he was now after all these years. Truthfully, he had answered the open summons to offer his aid, whether it be in governing or ridding the systems of undesirable underworld elements. He adjusted his oxygen device as he entered the center, pausing for a few moments to gauge the atmosphere. Around him, he heard murmurs speaking of Sularen's presence. Even he was knowledgeable of the man's reputation, and knowing that the room would likely remain tense he hung back for a few minutes, waiting to see if any others would arrive before he made his entrance.

Tags: Vandar Tarkin Julius Haskler Marlon Sularen Viera Kisep Sev'eere'nuruodo ​

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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S E S W E N N A_A S C E D A N T

FINAL DAWN
ERIADU, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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As the landspeeder carrying Sularen and his entourage headed towards the Conference Center, Colonel Rackham noticed the glares from civilians passing by including the Chiss, whom shared alot of animosity. "Hum. Interesting" the Colonel remarked as they approached the Conference Chamber. "What is it, Colonel?" Sularen asked upon hearing Rackham's remark. "Doesn't seem like the people appreciate our presence here. You sure this is a good idea? High Regent." Rackham said. "It doesn't matter, whether they appreciate our presence or not is none of my concern. What matters is what Tarkin has in mind for this summit and whether he is reasonable enough to accept a compromise between his Eriaduian Authority and the Final Dawn to resolve any potential conflict of interest considering our presence on Seswenna" Sularen responded.

Soon enough the High Regent would arrive at the Conference Center leaving his Raptor Commandos with the Landspeeder outside and making his way towards the meeting room with his aide Rackham, where the other Imperial leaders were already present. Upon arrival, Sularen was greeted by none other then the High Moff of Eriadu himself, Vandar Tarkin.

Ah. Marlon Sularen . I wish I could say it is a surprise that you decided to join this summit. Your reputation precedes you."

"Thank you, Moff Tarkin. It's nice to meet you atlast. I do look forward to this summit and to hear what you have in mind." Sularen said upon meeting the High Moff. Hopefully Sularen could accomplish his objectives, resolving any possible conflict of interest between him and Tarkin as well as strengthening ties with other Imperialist organizations in the region. It was vital that the High Regent secured as much allies as possible especially considering the current situation the Final Dawn found itself in.

After being greeted by Tarkin, the High Regent would walk towards an empty seat directly opposite to Moff Julius Haskler, only glaring at him as he sat down, with Colonel Rackham standing by his side. Indeed Haskler had proven himself to be a thorn on Sularen's side in recent times, attempting to assemble a Task Force comprised of Ex-First Order personnel to "defend" the Outer Rim against opportunistic forces, in reality a ploy to prevent the Final Dawn from reaching out to potential allies in the region and establish new bases to support it's military-industrial complex, along with Haskler's attempt to turn the Imperial Concordat against him with his meeting with it's former Chief of State before he mysteriously disappeared and handed-over command of the Imperial Concordat to Sularen's subordinate Director-Admiral Dorian Sevenar, resulting in the eventual absorption of the Imperial Concordat into the Final Dawn although such Sularen had never intended for such events to occur. After the Imperial Concordat, Sularen expected Haskler to get the message and abandon any future ventures in the Outer Rim but the re-emergence of Tarkin and this summit presented an opportunity to the New Imperial Moff to radically change the balance of power in his favor, which made this summit of utter-most importance for the Final Dawn.

Other individuals of note in the room included the Grand Moff Viera Kisep and Admiral Sev'eere'nuruodo. Sularen did not know much about Kisep and Veeren but was certain that the Chiss Admiral might share Haskler's animosity towards the High Regent due to his involvement with those responsible for the destruction of Csilla. Other then her, the rest didn't seem to be individuals whom might be hostile towards Sularen probably because he knew little of them and vice-versa and thus perhaps they could become allies of the Final Dawn or even better directly recruited although the former was more preferable considering Sularen's current situation. Hopefully this summit would end up being beneficial for the Final Dawn as what happened here, could potentially shift the balance of power in the Southern Outer Rim. Thus the High Regent would wait for the High Moff of Eriadu to begin the summit ready to hear what he had in mind.

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Tag | Vandar Tarkin | Julius Haskler | Viera Kisep | Sev'eere'nuruodo | Arador Terrix ​

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[Vandar Tarkin]

Tarkin greeted each additional Imperial as they entered, before addressing the High Regent once again. "I'm more interested in what you hope to gain here. It's no secret who you are, or the company you keep. You are either brave, or foolish, to show your face here. Was digging your claws into sovereign Seswenna not enough for you? Have your friends not burned and pillaged enough to fuel your war machine?" Vandar leaned forward in his seat, gaze never leaving Sularen's.

"The galaxy will not soon forget what happened to Csilla, nor will it forgive those responsible. We face our own problems in the south, and I have no wish to support your Hyperspace War with our resources. The Maw is a pox, a cancer, destructive savages who leave naught but ruin in their wake, and I would sooner work with the Jedi than aid anyone who shares a table with them. By standing with them, you stand with destruction, with disorder, with everything an Imperial ought to stand against."

Vandar leaned back in his seat once again, widely gesturing to Sularen, icy gaze still locked with him. "So tell us, High Regent, and speak plainly; what are you hoping to gain here? Resources? Diplomatic ties? Have your allies torched and butchered any potential allies in the north, that you come to the south to use us to fuel your war? If that is what you seek, you are a far greater fool than I could've ever predicted."

Tag: Marlon Sularen | Julius Haskler | Viera Kisep | Sev'eere'nuruodo ​

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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S E S W E N N A_A S C E D A N T

FINAL DAWN
ERIADU, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Of-course Tarkin would be skeptical of Sularen's presence here. Although as Tarkin spoke, the High Regent was quite disappointed in him, making assumptions of Sularen and his motives and already starting the summit off-topic. Sularen had expected more from Tarkin considering his heritage, but it seemed that Haskler might have gotten into his head, seeding doubt and animosity towards Sularen and the Final Dawn as usual. Nevertheless Sularen had come here to partake in talks regarding the future of the Southern Outer Rim not to be interrogated about his true motives for being here and as such the High Regent would stand his ground, to remain one-step ahead of Haskler who was surely aiming to turn every Imperial in this room against the High Regent and the Final Dawn.

"I'm sorry, Moff Tarkin, but is this an summit to discuss the future of the Southern parts of the Galaxy, or to interrogate me in regards to why i am here? Because from the looks of it you seem very fixated on understanding my motives here. In that case, perhaps we should ask the others why they're here and what they seek to gain from this meeting. After all, you never know, maybe they have their own hidden agendas perhaps even more sinister then what i have in mind right now. " Sularen said. "With that said, i think it is best if we discuss what actually matters rather then waste on time on pointless questioning and arguments, such as the reason for why you called for this summit in this first place. What do you say, High Moff?"

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Tags | Vandar Tarkin | Julius Haskler | Sev'eere'nuruodo | Viera Kisep | Arador Terrix ​

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[Eremia Loigos]

Location: Eriadu | Starport
Objective: Make presence known
Tags: Vandar Tarkin | Julius Haskler | Sev'eere'nuruodo | Viera Kisep | Arador Terrix | Marlon Sularen

Eriadu was far from Pantora, far from Admiral Eremia Loigos’ power base. Still she had ears that heard many things throughout the galaxy. And the fact that Khrusaes Akron had laboratories and associates throughout the Seswenna Sector was quite lucky. The Pantora League was just getting traction. The majority of the military was behind the Admiral. But Pantora’s military was not something that made anyone sit back in awe. Someday it would be. But for now taking power of her home would mean little if one of those lousy free will stick their nose in everyone’s business governments sent even a small strike force to remove her. It would succeed.

So when word that the Tarkins of Eriadu were bringing in representatives from the Remnants of the Empire together it was an opportunity for the Pantora League to gain some backing that would enable them to bridge the gap between rag tag military coup and full fledged galactic force. The Pantoran Admiral looked back at the sadly outdated Ye-4 Gunship that served as her personal shuttle for now. It was pathetic. She hoped that she wouldn’t seem as impoverished when she made the group’s presence known to the summit.

The three ABG-series droids that acted as her bodyguards would hopefully show where the Pantora League intended to go. That they had access to technology that was impressive. Along with the protection droids, Admiral Loigos was accompanied by General Xiphais Deimos and the silent partner Tatede Truibark who managed to easily get her access to Eriadu as well as eventually the Conference Center where the summit was being held.

The Pantoran entourage made their way to the summit with little trouble. Akron Defense Labs had a presence in Eriadu, and Dr. Truibark a reputation. Admiral Loigos finally made it to the summit and strode into the room in the middle of some sort of heated moment between the host, who she knew to be Vandar Tarkin and another man that her intelligence head had informed her was Marlon Sularen, High Regent of the Final Dawn. He was an odd inclusion to this meeting, based on the information Dolomah had provided. Probably the reason for the terse discussion.

“I hope my arrival has not caused a cease to these hostilities,” Loigos said with a smirk as she entered the room. “I do enjoy a good fight to start off diplomacy.” She looked around the room noting the others present before moving towards an empty chair. “I also hope that my presence is not unwelcome. Pantora has never voluntarily been part of any Empire, but things are looking to change. We could become good allies at the least.”​

 

[Vandar Tarkin]

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Tarkin rose from his seat, hands splayed on the table. Despite Sularen's assumptions, these opinions were all his own. He greatly respected the Chiss, and by being under the banner of the horde that destroyed their world, along with attempting to snatch a sovereign Seswenna world from under his nose, Sularen had earned Vandar's enmity all on his own. "I say that you gravely forget your place, Marlon, so allow me to remind you: you are on my world, in my conference center, attending a summit that I called. A summit, mind you, that was called to organize the disjointed southern Imperial factions in an effort to keep major powers from exploiting them, like you have so brazenly already attempted to do. You will not dictate the topics of discussion here, and you will answer my questions or I will have you ejected. If I seem fixated on your reasoning for being here, it is only because you insult me, my world, and my people with your very presence." Proverbial venom coated his tongue, and it was only through great restraint that he did not correct this audacious act of disrespect in a way Wilhuff would approve of.

Vandar took his seat once again, resting one elbow on the arm of the chair, hand balled in a fist. "Choose your next words very carefully." The switch in Tarkin's disposition was like a light being flipped as he turned his head to address the new arrival. "Not at all, Admiral Loigos. Once this matter is dealt with, I would be more than happy to discuss Pantora's future."

Tag: Marlon Sularen | Julius Haskler | Sev'eere'nuruodo | Viera Kisep | Eremia Loigos ​

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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S E S W E N N A_A S C E D A N T

FINAL DAWN
ERIADU, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Sularen watched as Tarkin stood up rebuking the High Regent of his statement and demanding that Sularen answer his questions or be ejected. As the High Moff of Eriadu spoke, Sularen's aide Rackham quietly took notes on his datapad in regards to Tarkin's harsh statements towards the High Regent along with his stance towards the Final Dawn, also taking note of the other individuals already present along with their respective factions exluding the mysterious individual (Arador Terrix) who remained an enigma to the Colonel and the High Regent. Tarkin's aggressiveness and animosity towards the Final Dawn clearly posed a threat to Sularen's operations, unless tensions between the two men were alleviated and a diplomatic compromise could be found, the High Regent would have to resort to more drastic measures to keep the High Moff in check. The Final Dawn had more resources then the Eriadu Authority and the Empire was too far to provide any significant support should they strike. Tarkin was overplaying his hand and if he continued on this route it would eventually be his undoing ,although the High Regent would not make him aware of such as it could potentially accelerate the process of such occurance.

Then the Pantoran Representative arrived offering a few words before taking a seat and leaving the High Regent of the Final Dawn and the High Moff of Eriadu to continue their discussion. The Final Dawn had recently taken a great interest in the affairs that had been developing on Pantora especially with the formation of the Militaristic Pantora League, they along with most of the Imperial factions whom were represented in this room barring the Empire and potentially the Eriadu Authority could all be potential allies of the Final Dawn, Sularen just needed to find a way to put a leash on both Tarkin and Haskler so that they woudn't disrupt his plans. People like them, individuals lacking the ability to compromise, and being unable to be reasonable and understanding was the reason for why Sularen had joined the Maw, to wipe the slate clean and purify the Galaxy of those very people, and unless Tarkin proved himself to be more reasonable and willing to compromise, he would soon lose the world and people he so fiercely defended. The High Moff of Eriadu was already testing Sularen's patience and he was fortunate enough that the only thing keeping the High Regent from escalating things was the presence of the other individuals representing other Imperial Factions.

"I wouldn't call this hostilities more like aggressive negotiations mostly from Moff Tarkin's part, Admiral Loigos" Sularen said calmly. Unlike Tarkin the High Regent had maintained a calm posture, remaining comfortably in his chair as the High Moff berated the High Regent. Once Tarkin took his seat, the High Regent proceeded to speak once more. "Very well, Moff Tarkin, i shall give you the answers you desire so much. The Final Dawn has no intention of exploiting the Imperial factions and has never sought to do so. Rather all we seek is to establish ties with the various Imperial factions of the Galactic South as well to resolve any conflict of interest between Eriadu and the Final Dawn in regards to Seswenna which is most certainly the primary reason for why you have been acting sin a belligerent manner towards me. The Final Dawn more then the opportunistic organization that brings Chaos and Destruction everywhere it goes as you think it is, High Moff. After all it is unwise to judge a book by it's cover and many who have have payed the consequence of such misconception."

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Tags | Vandar Tarkin | Julius Haskler | Viera Kisep | Sev'eere'nuruodo | Eremia Loigos | Arador Terrix ​

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[Arador Terrix]

The Governor chuckled to himself, a slightly painful sensation, steepling his flesh-and-blood hand with his white and gold cybernetic one. "I would say it is more unwise to threaten a man, especially a Tarkin, in his own proverbial castle, especially among so many people who would like nothing more than to see your brain matter painting the furniture. High Moff Tarkin has never been private about his stance or his plans for the sector, and for your 'Final Dawn' to encroach on Seswenna seems to me like an act of belligerence and blatant disrespect." The Governor's voice carried bemusement along with a metallic tinge, courtesy of the cybernetic surgery he was forced to undergo. "Do you expect anyone here to believe that you chose here, now, when all of us are assembled here, to have this alleged discussion with the High Moff which could easily take place anywhere else, any other time? Surely a man like yourself has at least vague knowledge of holo-communication. You should consider yourself lucky High Moff Tarkin even allowed you to land, all things considered. You are a hound to a pack of mutts who bring ruin in their wake, whether you have had a personal hand in their atrocities is irrelevant. Your kennel is in the north, and if you were smart you would have stayed there. By your own admission you plan to use this summit to your own benefit, a summit you by all means should have been barred from, and now you threaten the man in his own domain? I wouldn't say that's likely to endear you to anyone in this room."

He leaned forward in his seat, locking eyes with the so-called High Regent. "I have dealt with many like you in my days. Brazen men, full of false bravado, who step on another's foot while puffing up their chest and threatening violence if they think of retaliating. Do you know where many of those men are, 'High Regent'? Floating through the void as lifeless corpses, or lying decayed and forgotten on a battlefield that has slipped away from the galaxy's memory. You'll join them sooner or later." The Governor drew his slugthrower from his holster and placed it on the table in front of him. "I'm an old man, you see. I've not got much to lose. And if you do not remove yourself from this summit, I will do this galaxy a favor, and I guarantee you not a single fucking person in this room would care to try and stop me."

Tag: Marlon Sularen | Julius Haskler | Sev'eere'nuruodo | Viera Kisep | Eremia Loigos ​

 

[Ivan Cestius]

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Tags: Vandar Tarkin | Marlon Sularen | Julius Haskler | Viera Kisep | Sev'eere'nuruodo | Arador Terrix | Eremia Loigos

It was a long trip from Dvar to Eriadu, having to avoid the usual hyperlanes to prevent pirate attacks. His own frigate was severely outdated and by no means in shape to go head to head with any sort of aggressor. In truth, the rest of his navy was in a critical state of disrepair, if one could call a pair of corvettes, three civilian freighters and some requisitioned cargos a navy. Having to rely on the smuggler's fleet to maintain order was one of the many aspects of the Imperials' life on Dvar. There was not much they could do, except borrow ships from neighbouring warlords. To this intent, Cestius had decided to leave his domain and attend this meeting. With many Warlords assembling, perhaps there was a way one of them would be generous enough to get him out of the tricky situation he was in at the moment. He did not seek to become dependent on someone else, nor was he willing to swear fealty to anyone.

With the room filled with the Warlords, he made sure to understand the role and position of everyone in the room. Tarkin was obviously hosting the event, perhaps looking for some allies, or willing to mount a confederation of some sorts. This could be something to be worked with.
Haskler's intents were harder to read: he was supposed to be the Imperial Arbiter, but he quickly demonstrated animosity towards one of the warlords, whom he did not know at all. How was he to ensure the Pax Imperialis in the room and give moral suasion if he was partial? Or maybe he had reasons to be so aggressive.
Viera Kisep he knew, having served as the Imperial Remnant's Grand Moff long before he even started active service in the Imperial First Order. Now leading rump forces, she must have been looking for allies. But where did she operate from? It was yet to be known.
Veeren was serving the Eriadu Authority, this was clear, and she held some grudge towards Sularen, given the burning gaze she shot at him.

Sularen was causing a lot of trouble to the meeting, as Haskler's attitude stiffened, his hand discreetly reaching for his boot. Did have a knife in there? It would be surprising to see the Arbiter murder someone for no apparent reason. Cestius was left puzzled. This was supposed to be civilised diplomacy! It was infuriating to see high-ranking officials throw tantrums or turn inexplicably violent. He wanted to restore some order. He may be only an Admiral and speaking to Moffs and the like, but he felt like Sularen needed at least the credit of being heard.

"I hope my arrival has not caused a cease to these hostilities. I do enjoy a good fight to start off diplomacy. I also hope that my presence is not unwelcome. Pantora has never voluntarily been part of any Empire, but things are looking to change. We could become good allies at the least."

The interruption of the brewing argument was welcome, though Cestius was surprised to see a Pantoran walk in. Had they been part of the Empire at any time? Were they planning to be? Yet another piece of information the Admiral would need to obtain. The rumours carried around by the smugglers were not enough to satiate his view of the galaxy, and he needed more.

He watched as Tarkin and the Governor issued threats towards the High Regent. Slowly, things were making sense. If these two men were truthful, then Sularen appeared to Cestius as a power-hungry tyrant, no better than the Force Users he had met when he served the First Order. In that case, it was best for Sularen to leave.
On the other hand, if these two men were exaggerating the truth, or blatantly lying, then how would he know it? It struck him, how powerless he was when it came to knowing who to trust and who to side with. But, in fact, Tarkin was not alone in the room. The Arbiter, the Pantoran, could they be trusted? It was unlikely they all had convened the meeting just to manipulate the Admiral against someone that wasn't expected to show up.

With this conclusion in mind, Ivan decided it was best to ignore the mounting antagonism, and try to recentre the discussion around what was supposed to be the heart of the meeting. Weren't they here to decide what fate they were to shape for the South. It was supposed to give birth to an alliance, perhaps even a confederation of Imperials! All came from different backgrounds: he had served the First Order, Tarkin must have been serving the Confederacy, those Chiss had been Imperial allies in his time, Haskler's background was unknown at the moment, but he spoke like a coreworlder, and so did Sularen. With such diverse backstories, it was not surprising they had some trouble to get along, but they could be trying, at least.

He rose from his seat as the Governor put his slugthrower on the table, and he felt puzzled, suddenly. Somehow, he felt like he recognised the weapon. Was it possible the man came from the same places as he did? He put the information away, resolved to think about it later.

"Moff Tarkin, I think you have been steadfast in your desire to see Sularen leave the meeting. You are our host, and I would not question your choices, regarding who is to enter your house, and who is not. But I think we need not argue endlessly: you've made your point very clear, we can now move on and adress the important matters that brought us together in the first place.

Admiral Loigos has expressed her will to work with us, Imperials, to restore order on her world, and I am myself in need of your help. Furthermore, I imagine there a plenty of matters that require our full collaboration to stem the tide of lawlessness that plagues this part of the galaxy. We need to establish a clear chain of command and a defensive structure to create a resilient network of Imperial planets.
There are also a lot of questions that remain to be answered: who should we work with in this ever-chaotic galaxy? Do we need to look out for protection? Who is threatening us? Will we consider expansion, and where?

We need to move on."

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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S E S W E N N A_A S C E D A N T

FINAL DAWN
ERIADU, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Once Sularen finished speaking, the unidentified individual chucked at his statements before responding. His words were harsh and with this individual showing the same narrow-minded mentality Tarkin held, accusing the High Regent to have come here only for his own benefit and calling the Final Dawn's so-called "enroachment" on Seswenna an act of belligerence and disrespect. This man reminded Sularen of the many Senators of the Galactic Alliance that had confronted him during a fateful senate session displaying fearmongering and prejudice against him when he was once the Sovereign Ruler of Byss, going as far as calling him a traitor and accusing him of sedition demanding his immediate abdication as Ruler of Byss. Here Sularen was facing a similar dilemma, facing fearmongering and prejudice against him once more and being accused of acting in self-interest and seeking to exploit the other imperial organizations whom were being represented here.

Then finally the Man took out a slugthrower and placed it infront of a table directly threatening the High Regent, which was enough to make even Colonel Rackham who so far was just busying silently taking notes on the progress of the meeting and analyzing the other attendants of the meeting, concerned for a second. However a quick glance at the High Regent was enough to dissuade him from taking action, aware that it would not be worth it. Sularen himself was not threatened by the unknown individuals action, for he had been threatened by far dangerous people before such as the now deceased Darth Solipsis, the Sith'ari himself. Once you were threatened by one of the most powerful Sith Lords of the modern era, every other threat such as that of this man, became more like a joke. Thus still maintaining a calm posture and not even flinching as the man took out his weapon, Sularen prepared to speak only for another individual, a certain Ivan Cestius, a First-Imperial Warlord from Dvar.

The man reiterated Sularen's earlier statement, suggesting that the individuals present move on to discuss the topics that actually mattered. Sularen was glad that there were atleast some individuals in the room who were level-headed unlike Tarkin and that other individual, nevertheless once the First-Imperial Warlord finished, the High Regent proceeded to speak once more. "Thank you, Admiral Cestius" Sularen said in the same calm and reserved tone, having kept calm even as he was berated by Tarkin and the unidentified man, if there was anything his ejection from Byss had thought him, it was that letting his own personal opinions and emotions cloud his judgement could be a very fatal mistake, something Tarkin and the unidentified man had yet to learn. But they would soon learn that the hard way just like Sularen did. "It's good to see that there are some people in this room who are reasonable enough to see the futility in this pointless argument that the High Moff has triggered."Sularen said.

"That being said. I suggest we do follow the Admiral's advice and stop this pointless bickering and focus on the topics at hand. It would be rather unfortunate if this meeting ended up like Natasi Daala's Tsoss Beacon Conference, designed to unify a bunch of Imperial Organizations but devolving into pointless arguments and infighting due to the personal opinions of those attending which both Tarkin and whoever that other man is, have displayed so far. We all came here to discuss the future of the Southern Galaxy in which we all have a stake in, as civilized individuals and in a civilized manner, not to disrupt the summit with these useless tantrums just because of the presence of one individual, which will frankly lead us nowhere."

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Tag | Vandar Tarkin | Arador Terrix | Julius Haskler | Ivan Cestius | Sev'eere'nuruodo | Viera Kisep | Eremia Loigos ​

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[Vandar Tarkin]

Tarkin was a bit surprised when the Governor spoke up, echoing his own sentiments, and more surprised when he placed the slugthrower on the table. "Thank you, Governor, but that will not be necessary." Tarkin pressed a button on the arm of his chair, activating a communicator. "Security, please escort Sularen back to his craft. His time here is over." Looking up from the communicator back at Sularen. "You know, I almost pity you, Marlon. I wish I could have a front seat for whatever's waiting for you when you return to Maw Space. Do you think they will be pleased to know you were half-way across the galaxy, far from the front lines, causing more problems for them? Do you truly believe that you will simply be allowed to pull forces away from the Hyperspace War you should be fighting to antagonize a sovereign system? You will be lucky if you still have all of your limbs, knowing the Maw."

As if on cue, an alert came from the communicator. "High Moff, sir, our Patrol Frigates picked up a large vessel about to exit hyperspace." Eyes locked with Sularen's, Tarkin answered the communication. "Send it to the conference room's holoprojector." After a moment's delay, the table's holoprojector came to life, displaying the vessel for all to see.

"IFF tags identify the vessel as the FIV Conqueror, sir."

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[Arador Terrix]

Terrix was moments away from reaching for the slugthrower when the communication came through. A late arrival? Another unwelcome guest?

And then the officer read the ship's ID.

A mechanical laugh escaped from the Governor, breaking the tense atmosphere, and he pulled the slugthrower back in its holster, reclining in the comfortable conference chair. The laugh pained him, but considering what was soon to come, it was definitely worth the pain. "I don't think I'll be needing to do that after all." Terrix knew that name and while he had never met the man personally, he knew all too well who stood at the vessel's helm. "Oh, this is going to be good."

Tags: Marlon Sularen | Julius Haskler | Sev'eere'nuruodo | Ivan Cestius | Viera Kisep | Eremia Loigos ​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Tags: Marlon Sularen Julius Haskler Sev'eere'nuruodo Ivan Cestius Viera Kisep Eremia Loigos Arador Terrix Vandar Tarkin


Word had reached the Wrath of the Maw’s ears of one Imperial who was on another scheme. Since the funeral of Solipsis, he kept a wary eye on the Imperial, and now the time has come for order to be imposed. The Wrath was a war master, one who had fought on the front lines, and the trouble was they were losing. Tython was a blow the Maw couldn’t afford, and now Kyrel would have to make his move in order to keep the war effort properly maintained.

He assigned informants, First Imperial contacts within the outposts to keep an eye on the Final Dawn. Just like the Alliance, the Empire, and now the Maw, Sularen had been more trouble than he was worth, and the last thing Kyrel needed was a waste of resources in pointless expansions of the Outer Rim rather than defense. No more would he sit back and watch an ambitious fool jeapeodoze the efforts of the fragile occupation the Maw held. A lesson needed to be learned.

The Devourer emerged from hyperspace, Eriadu he remembered fondly for having control of it in his First Imperial days, part of his intervention was for respect he held for the Imperial fragments trying to maintain order. The dead man’s gaze had lingered on the planet below, a Crimson Hand officer approached, his mouth bloody from a feast. “We have arrived over Eriadu my Wrath… We have transmitted our first imperial IFF… They have made no aggressive actions against us.” Kyrel stood still as a stone, his back turned as he watched the view of the world below. “Ready my ship… I will deal with our Final Dawn friends myself…” The officer cowered in fear. “Yes my Wrath..”

Kyrel’s stride was filled with rage, he moved as quickly as the Force could let him, entering into a crimson covered Lambda class Shuttle. He was the only pilot, not even taking the time to sit back and wait, this lesson was a long time coming. His hands on the control yokes, in a matter of moments the shuttle departed, heading down to the coordinates provided.

By the time he landed, he strode down the landing ramp in seconds. His anger increased with each step, as he approached the imperial facility, the architecture and designs brought memories back of the First Order, all such nostalgia was cast aside as his rage filled steps moved into the meeting room, the stomrtroopers tried to block access only for being slammed against the walls with the Force.

Kyrel was angry, as he stepped into the room filled with Imperials, his rage mixed with terror, with the dread the monster carried. His yellow eyes locked on the bald headed Imperial. “You…” He hissed as with one motion of his hand, he sent the man flying straight into his grasp. His face drawn down to stare at his death mask. Holding him tightly. “We need to talk you and I… Can you guess why I’m here???” He paused for a moment, pretending to give Sularen a chance to speak. “It’s simple… You make too many enemies, while we have the wolves at our very gates… Do you think this serves you well?” He brought him a little closer as he spoke, bringing him close just to smell the stench of death wafting from him in waves.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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FINAL DAWN
ERIADU, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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After Sularen spoke, Tarkin proceeded to speak up this time ejecting Sularen from the summit. A grave mistake in Sularen's mind, nevertheless such an act was akin to that of a declaration of war, especially with Haskler in attendance. With his ejection, it was clear that this confederation of Imperial faction that Tarkin planned to establish would only end up as allies or atleast proxies of the Empire, giving Haskler the ability to eject Sularen and the Final Dawn from the Outer Rim entirely, which was already troubling considering the Rimward Trade League had similar goals. An alliance between Tarkin's Confederation and Rimward Trade League could prove quite troublesome to Sularen's plan but he was certain he could find an adequate solution that could put an end to their defiance. He would have his support network in the Outer Rim one way or another no matter the cost. If Sularen was to establish himself in the wider Galaxy and defeat his enemies in the Core Worlds, then he would need to seize upon every single opportunity to gain the upper hand against an enemy who already had more resources at their disposal.

However Tarkin and Haskler would soon become the least of Sularen's concerns as a hologram suddenly popped up, revealing a familiar vessel. Sularen remembered seeing this type of warship having only seen it in reports from the Politorate before hand. Could it be? Then the identity of the Ship was revealed, the FIV Conqueror. Sularen knew who it was immediately and only uttered a single word. "Ren.". As if on cue, the Wrath of the Maw himself barged into the meeting room, throwing the guards into the wall and proceeding to fix his gaze upon the High Regent. Before Sularen could say anything he found himself being thrown right into Ren's grasp. "The...The Audacity you have to show up here, interrupt this meeting and do this esepcailly to me." Sularen said in response. He did not fear Kyrel mostly cause as High Regent of the Final Dawn he held immense value, not to mention he was one of the Maw's Top Naval Commanders who had played decisive roles in prior battles, Mori would be furious if Ren harmed him.

"The only enemy i've made here is Tarkin, a shortsighted, irrational and arrogant fool who will be dealt with sooner or later, one way or another." Sularen said in response in an angered and frustrated tone. The way in which Ren was holding him was a complete total humiliation, one that would only lower the opinion of the other individuals attending the meeting to Sularen. "But now i suggest you put me down at once. I've already dealt with the ranting and berating from two people already, i don't want to waste my time repeating this pointless charade again. Especially with someone as shortsighted and irrational as you, Ren." Sularen replied.

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Tag | Vandar Tarkin | Arador Terrix | Julius Haskler | Ivan Cestius | Eremia Loigos | Viera Kisep | Sev'eere'nuruodo | Kyrel Ren ​

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