Kyyrk
Vylmira's Wrath
LOCATION: Near Denon
EQUIPMENT: Armor, Lightsabers, Cloak, Ring, Mantle
TAGS: [member="Darlyn Excron"]
Voph stood on the bridge of his new flagship, at the designated coordinates near Denon. The ship floated alone in the speckled black, not even a logistical vessel present to lend aid. The terms had been clear enough. One vessel. He had said nothing of what the minister could bring. Of course that likely was not his title anymore, was it? Voph sighed quietly, drumming his fingers on the armrest of his captain's chair. The minister was late. Voph pushed himself to his feet, wiping a spec of dust off his armor.EQUIPMENT: Armor, Lightsabers, Cloak, Ring, Mantle
TAGS: [member="Darlyn Excron"]
Truth be told, he was somewhat surprised the man had even agreed to this meeting. For all his blustering, Voph was unimpressed with the man's fortitude. Negotiating away from Vylmira into the void of space? Wasn't Voph's first choice, but then again it wasn't his last either. His comms station sat at the ready. For all the preparation in the world, he knew better than to think there was no way this could go wrong. His brow furrowed as he looked out beyond the bounds of his ship.
This conversation was going to happen. And Voph prayed that it would be simple. Darlyn could be rather hotheaded and stubborn, but he was hopeful that he would listen to reason. Voph turned as his tactical officer informed him, "Ship exiting hyperspace, sir." Voph nodded. "Open a channel." Voph could sense the presence of his old ally aboard the ship. He smiled to himself under the rebreather. Now...it was time to talk.
"Minister Excron. Assuming that is still your title. I must congratulate you on your appointment to the leader of Commenor. It's been too long." Voph mused for a moment. How long had it been? Two years? Five? "You are to dock with the Resolve when you are able. I have prepared a conference room for our discussions. On behalf of the CIS, I would like to welcome you aboard as an esteemed guest, and representative of the Silver Jedi Order." Voph turned to the comms officer. "Cut channel. Stay on alert. He doesn't like getting one pulled over on him, so expect something...rash."