Solis Tyber
Regent of the Galactic Empire

"Wyvern"
Imperial II-class Star Destroyer
Orbit above Bilbringi VII
Solis stood aboard the bridge of the Wyvern the aging Imperial II-class Star Destroyer that orbited Bilbringi VII, the home to the nascent Galactic Empire. His hands were folded behind his back, his uniform, a white uniform with gold epaulets was pressed and cleaned. His uniform was that of a Grand Admiral, it bore the Grand Admiral's rank plaque, 6 blue on the right, 3 yellow on the top and 3 red on the bottom. He wore 4 coded code cylinders, they contained all relevant access codes, data information and whatever else needed to be added to them. He wore the uniform of a Grand Admiral but he was not a Grand Admiral, he bore the title of "Regent of the Galactic Empire", a title earned through political machinations and the movement of time and history. The nascent Galactic Empire was preparing itself for a new era, a new era of bringing safety and order to the galaxy. While that was the design, he had spent more time in the administration of the new government than he cared to admit. He sat with his advisors and those that had made up the first Imperial Ruling Council and discussed the design, nature and organization of the Empire, that was something he enjoyed but he'd prefer to be spreading the New Order, really the True Order, across the stars. That time would come but for now it would about gaining allies and building trade relations with the dozen or so factions throughout the galaxy.
Solis began to pace around the bridge of the Wyvern and he looked around. It was a revival of the classical Empire, it brought him emotions that he had not felt in sometime. The Bilbringi PDF had largely modeled itself off the old Empire and its newer iterations but overall, this was different. Solis smirked at the difference between the two empires however; he peered around the bridge and only a squad of white armored Stormtroopers existed. Solis had stripped whichever members of the BDF wore anything resembling Stormtrooper armor, it was improper. In his eyes the Stormtroopers were meant to be the elite of the elite and the rest? The Imperial Army? They were meant to be the shining examples of Imperial citizens charging into the fray and fighting for the New Order, the True Order. Solis had a dataslate that contained the latest information that was occurring within the fledgling Galactic Empire and one notice peaked his interest in particular. Iakar Thif stood on the bridge, he tended to a datastation and his red uniform was distinct compared to all the rest of the uniforms of black, grey and the occasional khaki green-grey hybrid that senior officials wore. "Thif." Solis spoke his last name, as was common among military men and women. The red uniformed officer turned on his heels and made his way over to Solis. "Yes Lord Tyber." He stood at attention before the Regent. Solis waved his hand. "At ease. What is this notification here regarding a new entry into the IIA Interrogation Section." Solis was thumbing through the attached documents and related information. "Val Horne?" Solis had looked up to Thif. "We believe him to be a smuggler sir, picked up by a patrol vessel on the outer fringes of Bilbringi VII's orbit Lord Tyber. He's aboard here in the detention section." Thif was the liaison from the ever growing Imperial Intelligence Agency to the Regent himself. Thif was perhaps one of the few new Ubiqtorate officers whose identity was somewhat known. While Solis remained somewhat distanced from learning the true internal workings of the IIA, he had known that Thif, in a previous life prior to his service, was a sort of criminal spymaster and a damn good one at that.
"Bring him to me." Solis handed the datapad to Thif and Thif nodded, clicked his heels and saluted the Regent. In what seemed like mere second, Solis had returned his gaze back to the orbit and several minutes later Solis' thoughts were intruded by the presence of the bridge doors sliding open. Held under the arms and dragged by two red uniformed, blast armor plates over their chest, that red as well. They were from the Internal Security Branch and served as the physical security and uniformed force of Imperial Intelligence. They were trained similarly to Imperial Army Troopers; Solis had recently approved them to begin training as Imperial Army Special Mission Troopers giving them a leg up on most others. The somewhat lifeless body of the captured smuggler was brought within arms distance of Solis. Solis knelt down, his legs supporting his weight and resting his hands on the tops of his thighs he looked at the bloodied and beaten mess of a man. "Val Horne I presume."
