✠ Imperial Warmaster ✠
The Overlord of the Eternal Empire was standing at a window of the mighty star fortress which throned over Kalidan. Recently finished by his fabricators and shipwrights it was a marvel and testament to military might, it was what he had intended it to be to replace the Antagonistes. Not only replacing an old ship but also an old path, finally marching down the road which he was destined to take. The Eternal Empire would rise again. Kalidan, Zakuul, Terraris would be hailed as the triumvirate from where the greatest endeavour of history would be led.
But Aurelian was new in office and aside from domestic issues and political consolidation, he had not much chance to expand on his agenda. It was his goal to rebuild Overwatch as military intelligence directly controlled by the military. Not as a competitor for Blackwatch, but as a focused partner. While he was more than welcoming to the idea of delegating tasks to those better suited of taking them, the Zakuulan was not excited to add a layer of bureaucracy to the work he was doing.
To meet with the Overseer of the Intelligence Committee was necessary to facilitate a growth mutually beneficial as well as coordinated to the ends Aurelian wanted to achieve. He requested the elder man to his headquarters aboard the mighty Star Fortress. A private meeting by all accounts, but official in its nature. Aurelian was wearing a black uniform, void of insignia and decorations apart from the rank displayed on his collar, above it he wore a red toga, gold trimmed. A fusion of fashion and fashionably civilian for the man who was rarely ever seen outside of his massive suit of gilded plate.
The room was clean and neat, it was of clear Zakuulan style but toned down to a more militaristic theme. It was pragmatic and elegant, leaning more towards the former. The room was big enough to host a staff meeting but not too big to waste space, even though the height of the ceiling was a testament to the transhuman requirements of the Overlord and his Legion. A desk was overseeing the room where a high back padded chair stood, technology was humming but well concealed until it was needed.
Two Praetorians stood guard outside the bulkhead, clad in their plates of gold, wielding massive staff weapons. They stood so still that one could mistake them for richly decorated statues. Inside Aurelian Sigismund waited for
