Subjugating The Warlords

[Shanoed Marais]

Shanoed slowly managed to calm herself, straightening and spinning the unlit saberstaff around her body before holstering it. She shook her body out to get the rest of the mirth out of her system before returning her attention to the big picture.

The distant sounds of battle helped to sober her mind. How many of their own had just died to take this palace? She found herself turning around, her Force Sight sweeping the warpath. She lowered her head, saying a silent pray to the Goddess, before speaking another aloud. "You have returned to the Force once more, may you be free like wind."

Then she turned back towards the surrendering commander. She had never been too involved in politics. Even her time as a Seeker hadn't exposed her to many negotiation situations. No, those were less negotiations, and more begging a person to change their ways. The Luka Sene had it wrong.

Truthfully, she tuned out most of the political jargon. She didn't care much about ranks and titles, they were just words. Air. The man's actions would speak for him, not his title. She watched as the Chiss approached, her hand coming up to wrap around her saberstaff, but not drawing it. When he knelt down, she stepped a little closer to Cedric. So far, it seemed the man was genuine in his surrender. She didn't trust him, though, didn't trust that he wasn't going to try and lure Cedric into a false sense of security. She didn't move though, waiting to see what Cedric would do.

[member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Burc’ya Narric"] [member="Tobias Dracks"] [member="Zam Ulgo"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Shran"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson managed to finally calm her laughter and crawled herself up to an upright position. She wasn't sure if she was going senile, it seemed a bit young for that. Was the joke really that funny? She wasn't certain, at least the jab hadn't reignited the combat. She could see the strings dancing around in the force, she didn't believe the man was attempting to lie to them, but she did note the strong disgust he felt. It took everything in him to surrender like this, for the benefit of his people. A man like that should be praised.

Now was the least fun bits. Disarmament. Upon the surrender of the enemy, you took the enemies arms from them. It was both a symbolic and practical matter, and whether they got them back would depend on whether they would fight again for the Imperium. She crawled back up onto her feet, exhaled deeply, and then pressed her earpiece. "Enemy surrender is confirmed, begin confiscation of their weapons."

She turned to the new High Lord. "Apologies High Chancellor, but I hope you understand. You will get them back or be given adequate replacements once everything is finalized."

Politics was hard, made all the harder when everyone was armed to the teeth. Hopefully this wouldn't be too problematic.

 

[Shran]

Shran stood once again, but not fast enough to dispel the humiliation which had built up inside. In practice, he was the rightful heir to the Confederation. However, in his desperation to rebuild the once great lion of the galaxy, Shran had allowed another to usurp the title of Emperor and now the burden of informing the Emperor of this latest defeat at the hands of the Imperium. The Emperor was a cold man but never gave Shran reason to fear for his life as others in his position had done to their subordinates. It was possible that the Emperor would accept the terms as laid out. Ultimately it didn't matter if the Emperor approved or not, the deed was done and Cedric's forces had won the day.

As the enemy approached, Shran and the res of his men disarmed themselves willingly. "I understand perfectly. I would be doing the same as you if roles were reversed. I hope my men see the less as an occupation and more as a beginning of a new era of cooperation between our two peoples. After all, we were promised autonomy. A much more gracious proposal than what I would have offered."

 

[Tobias Dracks]

Darkness.

That is what one would expect in the void of space. However, light was brought to the empty vacuum as lasers and plasma were launched between ships. As it settled down there could no longer be felt a feeling of loneliness that often accompanied one when they entered the vastness of outer space. One was accompanied by statues of once living creatures, smoldering skeleton hulks that were once ships, and debris of snub fighters and battlecruisers. In the middle of this carnage of light, a Warlord stood on a bridge and cracked a smile.

The orders were received a little too late, as Warlord Tobias Dracks was now standing over a kneeling Imperial Officer. In his hands was a signal of his surrender, his admirals blaster.

"Sir, accept our offical surrender," The Imperial Officer had scrapes and blood over his uniform, Tobias stood over the human taking the weapon of his dead adversary. "Please spare my men, good sir."

The Alien figure looked at the weapon, a symbol of the Imperial threat that the civilians were forced to live under for many of years. Tobias cared little for these traitors of his cause. As such he offered the weapon back to the man, "You and your men are free to go Commodore, I have neither the patients or means to take care of prisoners of a war no longer waged, your ships and weapons will be confiscated by the Dracks Dominion, you and your men will receive Severance Pay for your long loyal service and those of you who wish to join my Fleet will be allowed to with a demotion of three ranks to base of Officer or Sailor division." The Imperial Officer took back the blaster, "I am no longer a politician, I am a Warlord, Practicality is my greatest policy and loosing good naval officers would be a loss to my Warband, the Jedi Lords could deal with you lot later, you all put up a good fight, so live in retirement or meet your death in a glorious battle."

Tobias nodded to his marines and they escorted the confused officer. The man probably expected to be put executed or locked away, that was the myth that Tobias was known for. Those that faced him and lost were never to be heard from again, he did not kill them. Instead throughout his Domain, he resettled them or brought them into his ranks. Paying for his large invasion with the spoils of those that lost to him, they forfeited their valuables once his men stepped on board their ships. That was the law of the Fringe Territories now, carved in stone by the blood of the long forgotten Warlords of the Fringe. Take what is not bolted down and care your name into the songs of history.

His steps started to echo throughout the halls of the Imperial Ship, now his ship. Why pay for a ship that could take years to be built when perfectly built ones were easy prey now. A lesson he learned from a Pirate King in his time as Chancellor of the New Republic. A man as powerful as he was, taking advise from a man who held no loyalty to any harbor let alone nation.

A personal Holoprojector beeped on his armor and he tapped it, the transmission from the Jedi Lord Grayson. It seemed the battle was over in space as well as ground. "Inform his Lordship that what was left of the Imperial Space Defense had surrendered, I will be taking my portion of the spoils as well as those on the Moons, he can have Coruscant."

Tobias Dracks, the Warlord of the Dracks Dominion terminated the call. He had credits to count.


[member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Burc’ya Narric"] | [member="Zam Ulgo"] | [member="Alyson Halle"] | @Shran

 

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A momentary signal from [member="Tobias Dracks"] was all Cedric needed. The remnant fleet had ceased their defense along with their landbound counterparts. The war, however brief it was, was over. The Jedi Master did well to hide his pleasure at the quickness with which the conflict had been ended. In truth, it was a far better outcome than he'd expected. The last time the Graysons had marched on Coruscant, far much more blood had been spilled.

"Your service is welcome, High Lord," Cedric put emphasis on the new title. "Your service is accepted immediately. Take your remaining soldiers and pacify what remains of the rival warlords. If Coruscant is to be secure once again, it must have no rulers save for those loyal to our cause." The Jedi smiled beneath his mask.

"Once the world is secure, we will cement the new regime within the minds of the people. Welcome to the cause High Lord Shran, you have made the right choice." With that, Cedric would step around the Chiss, marching up to inspect the rest of the palace.

[member="Tobias Dracks"], @Shran, [member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Shanoed Marais"], @Burc'ya Narric, [member="Zam Ulgo"]

 

[Shran]

Shran's mouth twisted and he traced the backsides of his teeth with his tongue as Cedric walked past him. As of this moment, a Jedi sat on the throne of the Empire that Palpatine had once fought so hard to build all those hundreds of years ago. Somewhere the first galactic emperor was spinning in his grave. After taking a slight moment to cool his temper, he turned to the troops behind him;

"I want search teams combing the areas and hunting down any remaining traitors. We should have total control of the planet within 24 hours. If we do not, squad leaders will have to answer to me personally. Squad leads, work out a patrol plan and submit it to me within the hour. You have your orders. Now, move out."

After the troops around him acknowledged their orders, Shran turned to follow Cedric and the others into the palace.


Tags: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Shanoed Marais"]

 

[Tristan Evore]

Tristan was late to the party. He stood there in his full dress uniform looking out into the void of space as the Imperial V Class Star Destoyer Archduke moved silently into the Atmosphere of Corscant.

"Grand Moff, Rear Admiral Cresten and Line General Tkani have both refused to surrender. " Reported the ships commander

Tristan just nodded slightly as the Captain walked away. "Prepare my shuttle. I have much to see to. " He replied. He brushed his uniform with his left hand as he rose from the Command Throne of the Destoyer.

"Inform High Chancellor [member="Shran "]and Imperator [member="Cedric Grayson"] that the Fleet moves with little haste to subjagate the warlords. Inform them I will be arriving at the Palace Shortly" he then ordered. It was time tor Tristan to suck it up and face the fact that his beloved Empire had fallen but not out of grace, but out of power. @Shran had informed the Grand Moff he would be rewarded a position of power for his service. It was time to see what that was.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

Location : The Eye of the Director (Assimilator-Star Destroyer)

After hearing that Shran was on Coruscant and the news of the Imperial Surrender , Maracel Yorkell seeing an opportunity to secure high ranking positions in order to expand his company immediately departed for Coruscant on board of the Eye of the Director his Flagship. Arriving at Coruscant , Maracel spotted a Fleet in which he identified as belonging to the Grayson Imperium with Maracel also spotting the Ship of Tristan Evore.

After learning of the Imperial Capitulation and that Shran had decided to merge the Imperial Remnant with the Grayson Imperium. Maracel Yorkell rushed his forces in order to gain prominence within the Imperium sending a Fleet of Warships under Lucius Fendam to secure Brentaal IV in which would give Maracel control over the main trade routes of the Grayson Imperium and would enable the Directorate to gain a major economic asset within the Core Worlds.

With the rise of the Grayson Imperium , Maracel knew that it was almost time for Operation Overlord in which the Directorate was preparing for explaining it’s recent militarization. As he boarded his Shuttle Maracel prepared to meet with the Leader , Cedirc Grayson with the Aristocrat aiming to gain a large monopoly of power within the Grayson Imperium.

 

[Shanoed Marais]

The Crystal Spyder watched and listened quietly before Cedric started to move. Her head followed him before snapping back to their new High Lord. A sadistic smile curled her lips as she stepped close to Shran. "You have backbone. If only you were force sensitive. You would make fun prey."

She then brushed past the Chiss, resuming her position slightly behind and to the side of Cedric. The new high lord had been fun to tease, but he wasn't a force user. He was boring, insignificant. Forgotten.

The hunter swayed behind her Emperor, her face once more an emotionless mask. The winds of the Force swirled around her, but she did not Force Cloak. This time, she wanted to be completely visible. Let them know the Emperor's shadow was there, watching.

Her hide armor was scarred from blasterbolts, and it was only because of her high pain tolerance that Shanoed was able to ignore the nasty burns on her stomach, though she seemed to have avoided any severe injuries. Her platinum blonde hair was now a wild mess behind her head.

[member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Burc’ya Narric"] [member="Zam Ulgo"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Shran"]

 

[Burc’ya Narric]

Not even minutes ago, the droid was charging Imperial lines, stolen weapons, blaring rounds at whoever required. The fighting was rough, and he was far from as prepared as he was expecting, he was used to small-scale raids, not full on warfare. However, the droid had managed.

Now, he stood side by side with his new friends, listening to the Imperial Officials drone on, the specifics about their surrender, Cedric handling it all so, blankly. So plain, as if he had forseen this outcome years in advance, and the Imperials, equally, taking it with stride, with pride. The droid didn't recognize any of the lot, and had to constantly remind himself of the state of the Galaxy, of the year, he was expecting the friendly face of Shouvas, or one of the other Stormtrooper captains during his time to peak through the ranks. The few that cared about his little shop on the corner oh-so long ago. These were new Imperials, however, Shouvas was gone by eons, and now this Chiss stood there. A Chiss, same hair, same eyes, the droid wondered if the universe liked playing games with him with the repetition of themes and people in his life, in his world. He felt his deeper core rev, over and over, akin to a heartbeat, this great pain, forming knots. He didn't like this, he didn't like what he had done, the rush of battle was wearing off, and whatever sense of Adrenalin was gone. He had come back to his home as a conqueror, as a warrior. He planned to retire here, maybe after he adopted a young-one. He still had to keep to his tenants, he still had to be a Mandalorian. He wondered what the thoughts were about sending blaster-scores across the walkways that you had traveled with your father. The droid holstered the new E-11s on his sides, he would need to find proper arms of his own soon.

A thought passed through him, and he took a step forward, a step to the Chiss, speaking out of turn.

"[member="Shran"], wasn't it? I would like to ask, if you have any information on Level 1671, at all, pass it on. If not me, then Cedric. If you would."

The droid's request would come out of the blue, off sounding, not exactly what one would expect from a combat-model. His voice came out shaky almost, a desperation ingrained in the statement.

 

[Shran]

A shot of coursing anger ran along Shran's spine as [member="Shanoed Marais"] passed him, uttering words of Jedi elitism that had been repeated for generations upon. "I'm force sensitive and you're not, therefore I'm better than you." It was phrases like these that had been at the core of Jedi philosophy since the beginning of time itself. Of course, the Sith were no better, but at least they were open an honest about their superiority complex. Truth be told, Shran hated the force. He hated Jedi, he hated Sith and he hated everything they stood for. If it were up to him, he'd purge them all. No exceptions. But such a plan would have to wait for the time being. There's a time to fight and a time to play by the rules. This was certainly a time to play by the rules.

Suddenly, he heard the frail voice of a droid address him. He stopped for a moment and turned his head to the droid, examining it for any obvious physical ailments that could be the source of his peculiar tone. Seeing none, Shran then moved his whole body to face the droid. "Level 1617? I believe that's part of the retail district, isn't it? I can't say I have any information on anything right now. After the loss of Graf and other cabinet members, I retreated to the Unknown Regions and have been hold out there for the past several weeks. That being said, if you wish, you can accompany the squad of troops that will be going to secure that sector. I'm sure they will appreciate the support."

 

[Dak]

A high frequency shriek of ultrasonic vibration breaks a moment of silence, catching a two-man Imperial scouting team by surprise. With no time to react, the assailant launches himself up from the edge of the roof and dives forward, taking the troopers in a seamless strike as he rolls to his feet. Without ever knowing what had hit them, the two collapse on the rooftop, and the screech of the vibroblade falls silent once more.

After a short, cautious delay to ensure reinforcements nearby had not heard the altercation, the mechanical figure stands, clips the vibroblade to his waist and pulls down his hood; receptors fixated on the looming Imperial Palace in the distance. The droid had done his best to go unnoticed thus far, fighting only when necessary, but as he grew closer to the core of Galactic City things were becoming more complicated. ‘How things had changed’, Dak wanted to believe, observing the aftermath of Cedric’s invasion. The droid had been there when the original Knights of Ession fell and House Grayson was reduced to desperate refugees. Yet here, amidst the silence of war, things felt more familiar to him than they ever had since he was re-introduced to the galaxy. A galaxy that has always lived and breathed war.

Cedric was here, this Dak knew. It had already been years since the two last spoke, and there were certainly many questions that needed to be asked. Given the dwindling skirmishes on the streets it was safe to say the worst of the fighting had ended for now. The Palace was the logical place for a formal declaration of surrender, and so this was his objective. Un-slinging the Liquidator from his back, Dak gives it a quick once-over to ensure it hadn’t taken damage. Satisfied, the droid jogs forward, hops up to the ledge and drops to a rooftop below, continuing his lone advance.

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

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There was a quiet popping noise as Cedric reached up to remove his cowl, and began to remove the pressure seals that maintained the inner atmosphere of his armor. The helmet came away, revealing a face that would have been patrician were it not for the many nicks and craters that had been carved into his flesh. Eyes like flint shifted to each member of the congregation. It seemed everything had come together quite well. Almost too well.

He felt a shock of cold within the empyrean, like a thief flashing a dagger for a few seconds with the intention of threat. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, but Cedric felt its echoes keenly. Something Shan had said had rankled the Chiss, though as to what it was, the Jedi had no idea.

He wrote it off for now. "Whatever suits you," Cedric added, nodding to [member="Burc’ya Narric"]. "The lower levels will need to be secured. If you wish to join the detachments sent below, then by all means."

He paused, clipping his helmet to his belt as his gaze returned to Shran. "You are the first of the Lords. When we have regained a certain level of territory, you will be given what you are owed. Of that, you have my word."

His gaze shifted to the group at large. "For now, I'd say it's time to mop up what remains and prepare for the coronation. The quicker this change of government comes into effect, the less chaos will come of it." One last look to @Shran. "I trust you'll see to the other warlords. I intend to hold the change of state tomorrow. Will you be prepared?"

[member="Dak"], @Shran, [member="Burc’ya Narric"], [member="Shanoed Marais"], [member="Maracel Yorkell II"], [member="Tristan Evore"], [member="Tobias Dracks"], [member="Zam Ulgo"], [member="Alyson Halle"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

This had gone far better than Alyson could have ever hoped. She was by all means expecting to have to storm the palace itself, losing more men than she would have liked given the circumstances. As the negotiations were done Alyson listened calmly, she had no place in these, she was much more concerned with seeing to the soldiers here, both hers and the enemies. Wounded needed to be tended to, captured equipment needed to be processed. All the various things which were necessary after a battle, the less fun things. Her private comm channel was flooded with requests for advice and orders from lower commanders. And she had stepped aside to discuss these things.

"Shran, here is my personal holonet channel, please have all major generals report in with me as soon as they are able, I need to be able to gather an idea of exactly who I have available and who I can count on." She said holding a datachip in front of him. "If you have any questions please let me know."

War was half warfare and half logistics. Logistics was less fun but by no means less important. If the new Imperium wished to ensure its stability, Alyson needed a picture of who and what she had available, their combat readiness, and their numbers. The faster she could have these forces available, the better things would be in the long run.

[member="Shran "]

 

[Tristan Evore]

Former Grand Moff Tristan Evore
Throne Room, Imperial Palace

Tristan and his usual contingent of Death Troopers entered the Throne Room, with the uttermost respect careful not to disrespect Lord [member="Cedric Grayson"] in any way. When Tristan came near the Throne he bowed ever so gracefully as he had done all those years ago to the incompetent man he sat there before Gorvish. The very thought of the Line General sitting on the throne disgusted Tristan. However, the General was dead now so Tristan could enjoy whatever position he would receive without having to worry about disloyalty in his ranks.

"Lord Grayson, I apologize for my tardiness however I believe you will be gratified with the work I have done in ensuring the safety of our Imperium. " he said still bowing.

The Death Troopers, behind Tristan, bowed following the Grand Moff's Lead and in a sign of the uttermost respect released the helmets concealing their identity showing their ragged and cut faces signifying that they too deserved credit for Pacifying the various Warlords on the planet.

"My, Lord, my name still strikes fear and loyalty into the hearts of the warlords. They have no idea I am here. However, there is one whom I never like nor did he fear me. His name is Tkani, he was a firm supporter of Graf and as such bluntly refused my order to surrender. At this moment, my forces excluding my loyal guard-" he took the moment to point at his Death Trooper Guards. "Move to end his regime" he finished. He was still kneeling, showing the other Jedi master he was absolutely loyal. He looked up slightly at [member="Shran "]who seemed a little discontent. Maybe being deposed would do that to a person. It didn't matter, as it seemed Shran was able to weasle himself into a position of power much like Tristan was attempting to do now. Now, all he had to do was wait for his Lordships response.

Tags: [member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member = "Shran"] , [member="Dak"], [member="Burc’ya Narric"]

 

[Shran]

"All remaining warlords will be brought to heel long before your coronation." After Cedric and Shran were done their back and forth, he turned to Alyson. "I'll be sure to pass the information along to my squad captains. They will report in periodically throughout their patrols."

Shran turned to a nearby officer, "Captain, make sure each squadron leader has access to this comm channel and inform them that they will be reporting to both Ms. Halle and myself." He paused for a moment, looking back at Alyson, "I'm sure you don't mind. I have no problem working together but I expect the same updates from my men that they would give to you." He then returned his attention back to the captain. "Also be sure to stress to the men that the Imperium are our allies now, so lets do our best to avoid starting an intergalactic incident." The captain nodded, saluted and then left to carry out his orders.

Shran, finally having a moment to himself, pulled out paper roll filled with death stick powder. He placed one end of the roll in his mouth and used his lighter to light the other end. He put his lighter back in his pocket, before huffing out a considerable amount of potent smelling, near black smoke. Despite having just referred to the Imperium as "allies", it certainly felt more like an occupation. Shran had been promised autonomy under the Imperium and he expected to get it. He didn't consider the Empire and the Imperium to be the same entity. Rather a symbiotic relationship of two separate. A relationship that the Empire seemed to benefit more from than the Imperium in many ways. The fact of the matter was that the Empire, at this stage, simply couldn't exist without the Imperium. The Imperium, however, did not require an alliance with, or even a dominion of, the Empire to survive. As things stood currently, Shran had no reason not to trust Cedric and his men. After all, Cedric had respected the cease fire. That was a good start. He took another hit from his death stick, again blowing a large cloud of smoke out.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

Location : Coruscant (Throne Room)

Maracel Yorkell and a contingent of Dark Troopers and Directorate Supercommandos entered the Throne room where he saw many familiar faces such as Lord Grayson whom he meet earlier after arriving at Coruscant along with Shran and Tristan Evore whom he only knew through Holograms. Though he earlier opposed the Grayson Imperium , Maracel Yorkell came to realize the benefits of joining them and after the Imperial Remnant was merged into the Imperium and the Imperium’s Invasion of Coruscant was ended through the Intervention of Shran , with that Maracel decided to join the other members of the Grayson Imperium who were now assembled in the Throne Room

“Greeting Gentlemen , i have heard reports of the remaining Warlords that still threaten the Grayson Imperium , and as through my Oath of Loyalty to Lord Grayson i am willing to provide assistance through my Private Army”. Then he looked at Shran and Evore. “So what is the current status of the Situation Shran?.” Maracel knew that he had to do this right. That he had to prove himself to the Grayson Imperium and prove his loyalty to the Emperor in order to create his industrial empire and rule over his Home world. If he did everything right he might even gain the title of High Lord just like Shran and become an important member of the Imperium’s Hierarchy


Tags : [member="Shran "]| [member="Tristan Evore"] | [member="Alyson Halle"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

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A momentary silence hung over the room as [member="Tristan Evore"] prostrated himself before the gathering. Cedric stopped to consider for a few moments, brow furrowing as [member="Maracel Yorkell II"] entered the chamber as well.

When the corpse began to rot, the scent always brought forth the carrion.

"I'll leave you to the High Lord, Yorkell," Cedric dismissed as he turned to Tristan. "So long as you swear fealty to the throne and to my bloodline, I will see to it that your rivals are dealt with. The imperial army will need men such as yourself, and that of your constituents, in the conflicts to come."

A heavy sigh escaped the Jedi's lips. "My friends, newfound brothers and sisters, I'll admit to my own exhaustion and likely that of everyone here. I will retire for now. I trust you to deal with the last vestiges of the remnants tonight. Tomorrow, it all changes."

He moved to step past the men and trudge deeper into the palace.

"Send me a report if anything odd occurs. I must rest."

One final pause, "High Lord Shran and the Empress of Meridies have command until I return. There is much to be done, minds to be calmed."

The Jedi Master claimed rest, but truly he sought the meditation sphere that he knew well to be buried beneath the depths of the palace. It was unlikey the previous administration knew of it, and it would serve as the conduit his Battle Meditation needed to calm the very soul of Coruscant. It would be a terribly trying task, but it was necessary to maintain the fragile peace they had only just established.

[member="Maracel Yorkell II"], @Shran, [member="Tristan Evore"], [member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Dak"], [member="Burc’ya Narric"], [member="Shanoed Marais"], [member="Zam Ulgo"], [member="Tobias Dracks"]

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Coruscant atmosphere​

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Corsucant was the scab that would never heal.

The closer the planet got to closing the wound, the more appealing it became to expose. Galactic factions couldn't resist the urge to come along and pick at the clot. The incessant attention delayed any final closure the planet needed to establish itself as a gem within the galaxy once again. Its history was scarred, and today would mark additional stress on the planet's skin.

This was one of the observations Loske had as the skies gave way to surrender. She'd been navigating from the cockpit of a lithe star fighter, an extension of [member="Tobias Dracks"]' naval excellence. She'd never met him before, not any of the rest of the team that [member="Cedric Grayson"] had lead to victory this day on this galactic planet. She'd been aerial support, a role that she was all too familiar with. Her Force prowess existed, but was mostly unusable at this point given she didn't quite know how to tap into it in a constructive way. but juking through the sky with torpedoes and plasma salvos? No sweat.

Her HUD ignited with the boast from below. Several LZs had been established for those that wanted to descent the planet's shell. That could only mean one thing: Victory.

Well, could mean two things, really. Sabotage as well, but something told her that was not the case, given the status of the skies and the recoil of the naval forces from the former imperials.

Through this entire fight, she'd been operating at about seventy-five percent of her usual aptitude. There was conflict-turned-realization from the blonde pilot. Ession needed a place to establish itself, and her new master was intent on this place being Coruscant. That had meant conflict. It was probably refreshing and necessary for the morale of the people, but the nagging at the back of her mind begged attention -- why couldn't they have grown on an uninhabited planet? What was wrong with Ruusan?

It was a move of strength. That was certain.

Once landing, the city begged attention. Desolation and corpses surrounding the Landing Zone, bearing the crests of either side of the match.

Long story short, she'd ascended the steps with some assistance and suggestion from the lingering privates and lieutenants in time to see the coronation and establishment of the Grayson Imperium within the dark halls of the Coruscanti chamber. The expressions of those involved were triumphant, and she inventoried the faces of those present as some she'd likely have to meet and get acquainted with as she continued under the tutelage of the warlord.

Any conflict she'd been feeling about the venture was increasingly mitigated by the swell of pride and triumph the spiritual world seeped. This was necessary for these people. And it was only the beginning. Purpose had been established.

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson nodded to Cedric. "As you command Cedric."

There was much work to be done and very little time to do it. The palace would have to be repaired for the coronation, the military battlements would have to be removed, the trenches filled in and replanted with grasses and flowers. The walls would have to be repaired and repainted and the floors redone. It appeared that their army would now be forced to become the worlds most well armed construction crew.

She turned to the chiss. "High Lord Shran, I believe we should have our forces cooperate on repairs to the palace. They are urgently needed for the coronation."

Hopefully the new high lord would agree.

@Shran