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The Bastion of Diplomacy (Julius Haskler/Moff Bastion)
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Marcus Bastion
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Moff Bastion itched at his collar, like most official dress uniforms it was uncomfortable. Bastion had often wondered whether that was intentionally so that any professional and disciplined man in uniform would never be completely at ease and therefore slack and therefore slovenly while representing the uniform. Other times Bastion just wondered if it was itchy and uncomfortable because it was the cheapest method of mass producing a uniform, even one as high ranking as that of an Imperial Moff.
Bastion supposed he could probably get away with stylising and personalising the uniform as he aw fit. He was Moff of his own sector after all, there were sectors in Imperial Space who proclaimed Sovereignty and Independence in rhetoric even while still paying homage to the Empire. It was worth considering, but a of yet despite being a Moff, Bastion was still a new Moff, if he showed too much independence and division from the main line this early in his political career it might send the wrong message or worse gain attention from potential adversaries within the Empire. All of which was particularly and exactly counter to his current presence at this particular Imperial Diplomats door.
Moff Bastion was here to make allies or at the very least assess fellow Imperial Officers, it wouldn’t be wise to make a too bold and frivolous statement of changing the uniform on such a relatively benign visit.
Bastion didn’t know much about Julius Haskler half of what he did know came from his name. House Haskler was a noble house of which he was heir to, even though currently said House Hasklers home planet was in the Galactic Alliance territory. Hence this rendezvous being held on Yinchorr.
While Bastions family couldn’t quite claim to be a noble house, it was still a family of noble tradition if not noble lineage. The Bastions had been in military, security or diplomatic services of Bastion for thousands of years, or so the family legend claimed.
Anyone who was born into that kind of power was someone to be wary of. In Bastion’s experience they were either fools or calculating astute individuals. The other half of what Bastion knew of him pointed to the latter. Julius Haskler had managed to salvage the Csilla crisis with the absorption of much of the resources of the fallen civilisation. It was a diplomatic move of great benefit to the Imperial Order.
Truthfully Bastion wasn’t sure who outranked who. Officially he was head of his own sector, in practice the man he was to meet controlled a large amount of the Empires foreign policy.
Moff waited patiently to be announced into Hasklers office by Hasklers secretary. It was a typical negotiation tactic to make the visitor wait for an extended period of time, it’d be actually be rude not to, it would show disrespect that you didn’t consider the approaching party worth the mind games and manoeuvring. Either that or it would at the very least assume familiarity, which would be inappropriate given Bastion had never met him before.
“Diplomat Haskler will see you now”
Bastion nodded formerly
“Moff Bastion to see you Diplomat”
Bastion strode in and assumed parade rest.
“It’ an honour to meet you Diplomat Haskler. Your reputation proceeds you. Your efforts at Csilla were… exemplary”
The pause was an affectation as if he had just decided on that phrasing, as if he hadn’t been preparing for this moment since it had been scheduled.
“I hope to build a useful partnership with you for the betterment of the Empire… and for the Galaxy”
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Bastion supposed he could probably get away with stylising and personalising the uniform as he aw fit. He was Moff of his own sector after all, there were sectors in Imperial Space who proclaimed Sovereignty and Independence in rhetoric even while still paying homage to the Empire. It was worth considering, but a of yet despite being a Moff, Bastion was still a new Moff, if he showed too much independence and division from the main line this early in his political career it might send the wrong message or worse gain attention from potential adversaries within the Empire. All of which was particularly and exactly counter to his current presence at this particular Imperial Diplomats door.
Moff Bastion was here to make allies or at the very least assess fellow Imperial Officers, it wouldn’t be wise to make a too bold and frivolous statement of changing the uniform on such a relatively benign visit.
Bastion didn’t know much about Julius Haskler half of what he did know came from his name. House Haskler was a noble house of which he was heir to, even though currently said House Hasklers home planet was in the Galactic Alliance territory. Hence this rendezvous being held on Yinchorr.
While Bastions family couldn’t quite claim to be a noble house, it was still a family of noble tradition if not noble lineage. The Bastions had been in military, security or diplomatic services of Bastion for thousands of years, or so the family legend claimed.
Anyone who was born into that kind of power was someone to be wary of. In Bastion’s experience they were either fools or calculating astute individuals. The other half of what Bastion knew of him pointed to the latter. Julius Haskler had managed to salvage the Csilla crisis with the absorption of much of the resources of the fallen civilisation. It was a diplomatic move of great benefit to the Imperial Order.
Truthfully Bastion wasn’t sure who outranked who. Officially he was head of his own sector, in practice the man he was to meet controlled a large amount of the Empires foreign policy.
Moff waited patiently to be announced into Hasklers office by Hasklers secretary. It was a typical negotiation tactic to make the visitor wait for an extended period of time, it’d be actually be rude not to, it would show disrespect that you didn’t consider the approaching party worth the mind games and manoeuvring. Either that or it would at the very least assume familiarity, which would be inappropriate given Bastion had never met him before.
“Diplomat Haskler will see you now”
Bastion nodded formerly
“Moff Bastion to see you Diplomat”
Bastion strode in and assumed parade rest.
“It’ an honour to meet you Diplomat Haskler. Your reputation proceeds you. Your efforts at Csilla were… exemplary”
The pause was an affectation as if he had just decided on that phrasing, as if he hadn’t been preparing for this moment since it had been scheduled.
“I hope to build a useful partnership with you for the betterment of the Empire… and for the Galaxy”
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Julius Haskler
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