Aran Finn
Redeemed
Aboard the Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer Gorgon
It had not been long since the coup that had installed [member="Ashin Varanin"] as Empress of the Hand. Usually, Na'Varro would have chosen the option of patience, but now was not the time for that. The Empire was in dire straits. Ravagers had penetrated the outer colonies and were now laying siege to the capital world of Haladen itself, the ancient Thrawn Fleet was in ruins, and it seemed that the Imperials had lost the will to fight. Luckily, Na'Varro had allies ... and a damn good plan. So he had put out a call to faces old and new. Assemble on the Gorgon, join forces, and push this savage enemy back beyond the borders of the galaxy. Then, and only then, would they turn inwards. The Core beckoned.
The Empress' right-hand man gazed out of the viewport of the conference room, watching the stars as always. Behind him, a round durasteel table, perhaps twenty metres in diameter, lay empty for now. That would all change. Na'Varro looked over at Varanin. A new body, and now a new direction for his formidable ally. Empress once again ... this time, for good.
He pressed his black suit down, his hands settling into his pockets while maintaining an imperious bearing.
"Pulling this one off ... it might even be fun." The Sith Lord eyed her Majesty, chuckled, and turned towards the door. A New Galactic Order would start here, today. It would be a long road ... but all roads lead to Coruscant.
It had not been long since the coup that had installed [member="Ashin Varanin"] as Empress of the Hand. Usually, Na'Varro would have chosen the option of patience, but now was not the time for that. The Empire was in dire straits. Ravagers had penetrated the outer colonies and were now laying siege to the capital world of Haladen itself, the ancient Thrawn Fleet was in ruins, and it seemed that the Imperials had lost the will to fight. Luckily, Na'Varro had allies ... and a damn good plan. So he had put out a call to faces old and new. Assemble on the Gorgon, join forces, and push this savage enemy back beyond the borders of the galaxy. Then, and only then, would they turn inwards. The Core beckoned.
The Empress' right-hand man gazed out of the viewport of the conference room, watching the stars as always. Behind him, a round durasteel table, perhaps twenty metres in diameter, lay empty for now. That would all change. Na'Varro looked over at Varanin. A new body, and now a new direction for his formidable ally. Empress once again ... this time, for good.
He pressed his black suit down, his hands settling into his pockets while maintaining an imperious bearing.
"Pulling this one off ... it might even be fun." The Sith Lord eyed her Majesty, chuckled, and turned towards the door. A New Galactic Order would start here, today. It would be a long road ... but all roads lead to Coruscant.