State of the Union

[Travis Caalgen]

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THE IMPERIAL CITADEL, KAMINO​

852 ABY - RISE OF THE WARLORD​

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Every year towards the middle of the galactic cycle, a mandatory meeting of the system and sector moffs would take place in the Empire's heavily-guarded citadel on their capital of Kamino. A hail of rain pelted against both the obsidian structure and the novatroopers guarding it, the eternal storm drowning out the screams of ion drives as Lambda-class shuttlecrafts and their TIE fighter escorts glided past. Inside the citadel; squads of red-robed guardsmen, led by intimidating shadowguards, marched through the hallways of the area, all the while escorting moffs to the council room.

The room itself was rather moderately sized, rows of comfortable seating surrounding the room and centred upon a circular table with a blazing green Imperial crest built into it. This table was where the grand moff, the high moffs, and their lieutenants would be seated, discussing the growth of their sectors while proposals or notable reports were given by individual moffs. This time, the meeting was different though; a small observation room had been constructed into the side, giving the inhabitants a full view of the council, the grand moff had been very insistent that those who fought to instate the Empire should view how it was governed. He also knew that said agents would get bored rather quickly, thus he had it catered.

Director Travis Caalgen, the Moff of the Scarif system, trudged down the hallway towards the council room with an aura of importance proliferating around him. His escort of Death Squad Zeta, known unofficially as 'Reaper Regiment', was unusually absent; they had been sent off on a mission to destabilize the government of Lahsbane concurrent to this meeting. He stopped just outside of the entrance, waiting to see who had bothered showing up this time...

 

[Adron Malvern]

[SIZE=11pt]Adjusting his collar, Adron strode down the halls of Kamino. Absent the crimson shadows of the Imperial guard, the High Moff had a certain stride about him. His time in the Empire had been, eventful, to say the least. Yet the High Moff was eager to see what the future held for the Galactic Empire. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Having just returned from checking on the security for the meeting, Adron clasped his hands behind his back as he moved down the hall, a prideful aura coming from him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His eyes were brought to a point of focus when his eyes spotted Director Caalgen. The man responsible for Adron’s defection to the Empire. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Director.” He greeted, with a curt nod of the head. He took to the man’s side as he glanced into the room before them. It was a sight to behold, a gathering of the Empire’s best and brightest leaders. Pulling his arms from their place behind his back, Adron eyed the man curiously for a moment. It was generally anyone’s guess what the man could be thinking, yet Adron did not focus on such things. “Seems like it will be an eventful evening.” He offered, gesturing absently to the meeting chambers. [/SIZE]

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[Travis Caalgen]

Caalgen affixed his view on a figure coming his way when he heard the sound of his title being called, greeting him with a sight he thought he'd never see; a crisp-looking Adron Malvern in full Imperial uniform, a sharp contrast from the rugged and tired man he captured on Eol Sha on the other side of the Galaxy.

"Guard Captain." The military scientist returned, his lips curling upwards in something of a reminiscent smirk, "It most definitely seems so. I would've thought we'd have heard from the grand moff, the triumvirate, or daresay the Emperor himself by now."

The director quickly glanced downward, pressing a hand against a pouch on his belt to make sure that the data disk was still there. "At any rate, about two dozen moffs and their auxiliaries are in that room." Caalgen estimated, staring at the many prominent individuals inside, "Many differing personalities will clash to make their points. I just hope we don't get too many filibusters, I and many others have work to get done."

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[Adron Malvern]

[SIZE=11pt]There was a noticeable exhale that escaped Adron when The Director spoke of the gathering of so many different personalities. Such a thing had been the hellish factor of many governments, and the Galactic Empire was no different. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I never did care for politics. Even on my homeworld it always seemed like a ritual filled with… Stupidity, stupidity is a good word for it.” He offered before glancing over to the Director, gauging what he thought of Adron’s remark. Since being brought into the Empire, Adron had heard little from The Director, contrasting paths had seldom allowed the two a moment in the past few years.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I never did thank you.” He said, his eyes still locked on the room before him. “If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead.” Turning to the man, Adron nodded his head, appreciatively. “Now I have title, wealth, and an honorable position. And perhaps one day, the power to take back my home from the Sith.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Adron extended a hand to the man, an offering of respect for the man who brought Adron to the Empire. Afterwards, if the Director would take his hand, Adron would make his own way into the chambers, interested to see what the evening would bring.[/SIZE]

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[Travis Caalgen]

"Indeed it is. Politics has never been a favourite of mine." Caalgen grimaced, one of his hands curling into a fist before he stretched it out, "I only dabble in it so I can keep the greedy hands of other moffs off of my work. Half of them don't even know Scarif exists."

The intelligence officer smirked at his colleague's next statement, his eyes flickering over the man's face for a moment. "I am a man of my word, the Empire is a second chance for everyone to grasp the power to help others." He bubbled, before sneering into the room, "Although I know you don't want to hear the latest ISB propaganda."

Caalgen raised a gloved hand and met Malvern's, shaking it sincerely before letting go and following the Dark Jedi into the council room.

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[Adron Malvern]

​The exchange with Caalgen was brief, yet something the High Moff had looked forward to. A chance to express his gratitude, to the man who had brought him to the Empire in chains. A smirk came to his face as he pondered the thought, however only moments later he was brought back to the reality that was the meeting before him.

​Making his way to the center table, Adron removed his gloves, setting them down in front of his seat before watching as the other High Moffs moved to take their places. It seemed the meeting would be beginning soon.

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[Travis Caalgen]

The occupants of the table was a diverse bunch; On either side of the spiked chair reserved for the grand moff was Grand Admiral Gromm Cardan, an Epicanthix male seemingly steeped in though, and Grand General Jzora Sarat, a Twi'lek female perusing several reports in front of her. On the opposite side of the grand moff's chair was a less authoritative but equally elegant throne for the Emperor himself, on either side of which would be Guard Captain [member="Adron Malvern"] and a seat for Grand Inquisitor [member="Baron Morcus"]. Filling the seats between the Emperor and the grand moff would be the high moffs and their deputies, most of which were already present and prepared for the meeting to proceed.

The chatter among Imperials died down quickly as two large doors on the other side of the entrance opened slowly, six red-and-black robed individuals strode into the chamber and quietly took up guard positions in equidistant spots across the room, one end of sharp double-bladed vibroblades resting on the ground and deactivated saberstaffs clipped to their belts. Heads turned once more as two figures emerged from the shadows; two wrinkled old men, one in a crisp black uniform with a large rank plaque on the left side of his torso and another in regal purple robes emblazoned with the Imperial crest. They took their seats swiftly, the room still cloaked in a seemingly eternal silence.

The state of the union had begun.

 

[Adron Malvern]

​Taking his seat before the Moff council was a sobering feeling. He had been a member of the council for some time, yet a meeting of this scale was nearly still impressive. There was a stack of papers and a datapad on the desk before him, Preprepared information on the system of Bothawui, the status of the Novatrooper corp, and the latest information on his majesty's guard. Though smaller factors such as those were seldom taken into account during such a meeting, it was wise to have the information on hand if it was needed.

​Adron's eyes turned to the exterior door's, watching as they were closed by the members of the Imperial Guard. Glancing down to his datapad, checking the time, he was content with the behavior of his men. They were doing well.

​When the large set of door's was opened to reveal the Grand Moff and The Emperor, all of the officials took to their feet, acknowledging the arrival of the Empire's leaders. There was a hushed moment of silence until the two elders had taken their seats. Once they had the rest of the councilmen would follow suit, many looking eagerly to the Grand Moff in anticipation of an opening statement.

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[Arahael]

Kamino had a feeling of homeliness that was hard to explain for Max. It didn't have a pleasant landscape, just an endless rough sea, or pleasant weather, just constant rain. But it was the place where the beginnings of the Empire were.

Max idly looked over the others in the room, trying to recognise faces. He didn't think there was any animosity between him and any others, but you could never tell with some of these people. He was willing to cooperate with all of them, as long as they had the Empire's best interests in mind.

Standing to attention as the Grand Moff and Emperor entered, Max quietly took in a deep breath. It was not necessarily them he feared, but the day when the greater good was no longer enough for someone at the table.

The history of Moff Councils was not something Max particularly liked to dwell on, but they had seemed to do it right so far.

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