Moira Skaldi
Paperclip Maximiser
@[member="Akio Kahoshi"], @[member="Mirien Valdier"]
The Atrisian Empire, recently turned into a monarchy after Moff Shu had been toppled from an office he had for a long time only held in name, was starting to expand into the Unknown Regions, secured by the Ithorian Treaty. It was unashamedly imperialist, but that was something Moira Skaldi could appreciate. Too many a ruler refused to call a spade a spade. Of course, one had to conjure up a good story to feed for the masses about serving galactic peace, but it was an entirely different matter if one ended up buying one's own press about doing good.
The yacht transporting her burst out of the depths of hyperspace and sped towards the planet of Atrisia, transmitting the proper codes to the Atrisian defence forces. Doubtless TIE fighters were screening it, keeping the orbit of the planet safe. In times such as these could never be too careful. Aboard the vessel Moira was seated, seemingly as still as a statue, studying a datapad with an intelligence report when one of her minions, dressed in an impeccable blue uniform and looking like straight out of an ODF commercial entered. Moira did not bother look up, as a minion he was not really worth her attention.
"We've left hyperspace and we've sent a message to the Atrisian Forces Command with a request to parlay with their Foreign Ministry," he reported crisply.
Moira tapped her pen on the datapad, still not acknowledging him. "Good. Officially we parlay with the Ministry's representative and my counterpart in the IIB. Contrary to popular belief, one does not just show up on another sovereign nation's doorstep and demand 'take me to your leader'," she said flatly, looking, unsurprisingly, impassive. "Especially not if one is several ranks beneath the ruler, disparity in power of both nations notwithstanding." Of course Moira had a terribly high opinion of herself and her own skills, along with a natural disdain for most other beings.
That was how the game was played. If she ended up seeing Emperor Akio then it would be because he decided so. Given that he was the ruler of this nation, he decided what was polite and appropriate. Moira did not care for standards of propriety, but she understood the rules. "If the crew is not on its best behaviour, I will be displeased," she spoke the word with such emphasis anyone would understand that 'displeased' was her code word for very pissed off. "Should anyone offer you tea, do accept it."
"Yes, ma'am. So...these people want to restore the ol' Empire? Out here in the wilds. Sandwiched between the Republic, OP and Fringe?" the naval officer asked, sounding a bit sceptical, not that Moira cared.
"Where better to test and harden your forces than fighting the horrors of the Unknown Regions?" Moira asked rhetorically. "The Protectorate started as a small merc company, after all." Presently it also had no allies, something she believed she was more keenly aware of than most. "Get back to your duties." Clearly the moment for small talk was over and she put the datapad in her pocket as the ship entered into the atmosphere of Atrisia and descended.
Even if nothing came of the meeting politically speaking, Moira considered that nonetheless it might be interesting for her. The creatures encountered at Rakata Prime had piqued her curiosity after all.
The Atrisian Empire, recently turned into a monarchy after Moff Shu had been toppled from an office he had for a long time only held in name, was starting to expand into the Unknown Regions, secured by the Ithorian Treaty. It was unashamedly imperialist, but that was something Moira Skaldi could appreciate. Too many a ruler refused to call a spade a spade. Of course, one had to conjure up a good story to feed for the masses about serving galactic peace, but it was an entirely different matter if one ended up buying one's own press about doing good.
The yacht transporting her burst out of the depths of hyperspace and sped towards the planet of Atrisia, transmitting the proper codes to the Atrisian defence forces. Doubtless TIE fighters were screening it, keeping the orbit of the planet safe. In times such as these could never be too careful. Aboard the vessel Moira was seated, seemingly as still as a statue, studying a datapad with an intelligence report when one of her minions, dressed in an impeccable blue uniform and looking like straight out of an ODF commercial entered. Moira did not bother look up, as a minion he was not really worth her attention.
"We've left hyperspace and we've sent a message to the Atrisian Forces Command with a request to parlay with their Foreign Ministry," he reported crisply.
Moira tapped her pen on the datapad, still not acknowledging him. "Good. Officially we parlay with the Ministry's representative and my counterpart in the IIB. Contrary to popular belief, one does not just show up on another sovereign nation's doorstep and demand 'take me to your leader'," she said flatly, looking, unsurprisingly, impassive. "Especially not if one is several ranks beneath the ruler, disparity in power of both nations notwithstanding." Of course Moira had a terribly high opinion of herself and her own skills, along with a natural disdain for most other beings.
That was how the game was played. If she ended up seeing Emperor Akio then it would be because he decided so. Given that he was the ruler of this nation, he decided what was polite and appropriate. Moira did not care for standards of propriety, but she understood the rules. "If the crew is not on its best behaviour, I will be displeased," she spoke the word with such emphasis anyone would understand that 'displeased' was her code word for very pissed off. "Should anyone offer you tea, do accept it."
"Yes, ma'am. So...these people want to restore the ol' Empire? Out here in the wilds. Sandwiched between the Republic, OP and Fringe?" the naval officer asked, sounding a bit sceptical, not that Moira cared.
"Where better to test and harden your forces than fighting the horrors of the Unknown Regions?" Moira asked rhetorically. "The Protectorate started as a small merc company, after all." Presently it also had no allies, something she believed she was more keenly aware of than most. "Get back to your duties." Clearly the moment for small talk was over and she put the datapad in her pocket as the ship entered into the atmosphere of Atrisia and descended.
Even if nothing came of the meeting politically speaking, Moira considered that nonetheless it might be interesting for her. The creatures encountered at Rakata Prime had piqued her curiosity after all.