The New Regime

[J3C0]

“Admiral.” Her voice was like a kitten purr.​

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This was her moment of triumph, the first of many, the first of dozens to come. The man in front of her sat upon his knees. To his right and to his left stood two Imperial Storm Commandos. They wore their fine black Stormtrooper armor, each one looming over the Admiral, each one holding a blaster rifle to his temples.​

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Boan smiled at them, though they did not react. The Admiral on his knees seemed to struggle momentarily, attempting to break out of his handcuffs, he ceased when one of the Storm Commandos struck him in the side of the head with one of his rifle.​

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A spattering of blood hit the floor.​

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“Admiral.” Boan repeated herself. “I suggest you cease your struggling. We are here to lawfully arrest you under the authority of the One Sith and the Naval Corps.”​

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The man scowled at the much younger woman, his fine uniform stained with drool and blood, his eyes a light with fury and fire. Clearly if he had the choice, he would be currently attempting to kill Boan. The Storm Commando's held him in place however, and he did not budge and inch.​

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“You stupid Schutt-”​

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Another strike saw the man silenced.​

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“Admiral. I hereby find you guilty of embezzlement, wasting of One Sith manpower and resources, treason, but most of all, stupidity.” She mocked, not very well, but she did it anyway. The man's face turned to indignation and outrage, more so than even before. He began to scream and yell.​

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“You can't do this! I've had no trial! No defense! No jury.”​

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Boan motioned with her off hand, the Storm Commando's at his side pulled their triggers. Two distinct blaster shots rang out, followed by the sound of a body dropping onto the floor. “This is the Empire. We need no trial.”​

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She smiled, then turned about on her heel. She had executed an Admiral of the One Sith, a man that technically stood above her in station. She had done this under the Authority of the Sith themselves, specifically Darth Hauntruss. Of course if anyone were to look into Admiral Trin they would indeed find the crimes she had listed above, although Treason would be a bit of a stretch. That made the act lawful, or at least moderately so.​

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Of course Admiral Trin was only the first of several. Before the week was out Boan would work her way through a list.​

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This was the beginnings of a purge after all.​

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“Lietuenant.” She sang to one of her nearby officers. “Contact those among the fleet you trust. It is time for something new.”​

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The Old guard of the Sith Navy had failed. Over Manaan, over Carida, over Kashyyyk and countless other places. It was time for a new Generation to pave a path. Time for Her to take control.​

She was not quite done. Thirteen Admirals had been arrested and subsequently executed, fifteen more remained somewhere within One Sith space. Some hid away, some clamored for the attention of their Sith Overlors, and still others sought to reason with Boan and those who worked with her.​

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Of course, she had the backing and authority to do this.​

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Each one of the Admirals that had been executed had been guilty of some crime. Embezzlement, misappropriation of resources, gross failure against the enemy, and even treason. Each one had been investigated, and each one had been found guilty. It was now up to Boan and her compatriots to replace those that had been found guilty.​

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That was why she was now here over Anaxes, within this small space station, waiting.​

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She had invited some of the most influential within the Navy and the Army of the One Sith, as well as those she knew to be ambitious. It was the latter of the group that she was far more interested in. As the list of Admirals thinned, Boan herself gained more and more authority, and with the founding of Fleet Command, things only looked up.​

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The Vice-Admiral smiled slightly, staring out the window of the conference hall, waiting for the last of those invited to arrive.​

 

[Reverance]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKxDzyHPo0o​

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The Teleute Class Destroyer belched forth from the gaping maw of hyperspace, the stars pulling at the seams to reveal something monstrous and worthy of it's moniker, as it slivered loose from the star specked blanket to become something whole and full once more. The chains move across space and if you tug hard enough, someone might just pull back. It was the case that despite his position as Wrath, he had been intimately involved in the war time efforts of the One Sith, spanning back to the invasions of Manaan and even prior to that. While he understood that the fleet leadership revealed something quite lacking, he still felt the absence of admirals in his pockets as something less than wholesome. Their presence swiftly cut down without due process, something he deemed irrevocably insulting to the position given to him by the Dark Lord and the Eye. Who was so mighty, so powerful, to question that?

Actions are taking with the illusion of authority, but one can't truly know until someone holding equivalent authority deems it appropriate. And no matter how many mistakes had been made by the former generation of leadership, their being swiftly cut down without so much as a by your leave to the One Sith hierarchy - Gabriel would not condone such actions with a silence of his own, the crimson eye bearing down upon the world before him with a burning irritation. Someone was acting confidently when they shouldn't be and silently, through the guise of his vonduun armor, he judged them for what they were.

He pressed a thumb and index finger against his larynx, as he stepped down from the yorik pedestal within the beast, and spoke words thick with the accent of Yuuzhan Vong. "Activate the Holonet Transceiver..."

The vehicle remained stationary outside the firing range of any vessel that may be in orbit or with this instigator. Nevertheless, he wasn't here to fight. On his flanks, The Right Hand escaped the grip of the hyperspace, setting up in stationary formation near the Teleute. Taking hold of the receiver, he stood before something resembling a window, speaking solemnly through the soundwaves to those above Anaxes that would listen.

"This is the Wrath of the Dark Lord. Tell me...who authorized such hastening of lifes end...out here in the dark?" He spoke calmly, his communication bandwidth cutting across encrypted One Sith wavelengths. Despite what some might think, the hierarchy was in touch with the admiralship and their underlings. One does not slay nearly half of it without the higher ups catching wind. Nevertheless, while he had never directly interacted with [member="Boan Rein"], he had seen the effects of her work. He would reserve vocalizing judgment for the time being, staring coldly from the glowing red eyes of the Skerr Ygdris, at the station and the planet far beneath it.

Unbeknownst to him, there was some sort of meeting taking place. Seemed like just the sort of thing for him to do - raining on Rein's parade.

[member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Boan Rein"]

 

[Lora Onone]

Among those ambitious new officers was Lora Onone a Simple Lt who commanded a Frigate in the navy here. Her ship had now recently docked and she entered her sleek well pressed officers uniform in perfect condition as she walked into the hall where she'd been invited. At her side a simple blaster pistol and on her other hip a vibro knife. Her extremely short hair still a habit of hers to keep from her time in the Kuat defense forces. Often times debated growing it but decided she enjoyed keeping it short. less things to worry over. As she looked to the female admiral before her she saluted and looked to see who else might be around. So far seems she was first to the party. That is unless she was the only one to this party..if that were the case things were bad. As she looked to [member="Boan Rein"] She spoke only briefly in her strong usually blunt tone. "Lieutenant Onone of the Frigate Aterex reporting."

 

[J3C0]

[member="Lora Onone"] [member="Reverance"]

She smiled and nodded at the woman who arrived in the conference room, opening her mouth to speak when an alert and a message chimed through the room. Boan's lips slowly sealed, and she bristled slightly as those around the table began to murmur and speak.

Her heart felt no fear at the arrival of the Wrath of the Dark Lord, nor did it feel a single beat of trepidation.

Some of those that sat within the board room of course began to fidget, their eyes becoming hollow with fear and their faces quickly becoming gaunt. Boan simply stared at them in disgust, bright blue eyes looking down at them with a certain hint of anger. A few of course steeled themselves, and it was they that she watched. Briefly her gaze flickered over to the Datapad on the table, a small message from the Imperious as to what the Wrath had brought.

She nodded her head, knowing that if things were to come to a head she would likely die here today. The Teleute was more than capable of taking on the Imperious, its massive Dread Weapon would ensure a quick end to the Star Destroyers long range capabilities and there was little hope of survival after that.

Such was a the way of things.

She shrugged. She had not come this far to simply give up. Though she may have dispensed with justice, she had been in the right in doing what she did. The Admirality had been grossly corrupt and bloated, and though she had the technical authority of Hauntruss to invoke she knew such excuses would only drag the Sith down with her if the Wrath intended on doling out punishment.

No use in stalling. With three audible clicks Boan moved over towards the table, silencing those who were speaking. She switched on the holo-projector, the small scanner inviting a picture of herself aboard the Teleute, delivering a mirror image of herself before the Wrath. “I did, Lord Wrath. Vice-Admiral Boan Rein.”

There was a slight hissing gasp of those at the table, though Boan ignored them. There was no hiding from this, no dumping her actions on another, that would have been foolish.

 

[Lora Onone]

[member="Boan Rein"] [member="Reverance"]

The alert made her quirk a brow and she looked over as if to see something. She then turned back she also noted those in fear of this event. She seemed to find it odd any of them would be surprised. Was she afraid? Of course but would she show it? Oh hell no, you don't give your possible foe a advantage just because they showed up. She'd learned not to let the Sith Intimidate her openly it was a fast path to getting killed. For now she remained quiet and waited her own ship was docked and while it'd easily un dock she knew against such a ship it'd at best do light to moderate damage before it was blown to space junk.

 

[Reverance]

"Vice-Admiral Boan Rein...we haven't yet had the pleasure." He squinted his eye beneath the helmet of the armor, the odds ever outside the favor of the Admiral and whoever else was congregating aboard the station. He rotated his wrist towards [member="Darth Carach"] and the fellow individuals aboard the bridge, initiating exploratory scans. They wouldn't be caught off guard and if the Admiral wanted a fight, she would get it. But Gabriel, for his title, had grown tired of such gestures as of late. For all the damage she was currently incurring upon herself by standing so defiantly against the drift, Boan was an asset worth consideration. Not something irreplaceable, everyone was but a piece on the board in the grande scheme of things - but it did cause pause.

"I am Reverance, former Hand...but you knew that already." He purposely left out any title of Lord or Darth out from his introduction. He preferred his actions to indicate his power and capability, not some description preceding the name. As if the tremor before the quake was truly needed, he shrugged away from such notions, despite the tendency within his ranks to occupy such parapet. "And as you may or may not know, I was given position for the sole purpose of completing the actions you have taken today." He smiled as he read the message sent from the immortal. There wasn't much to say of the current stalemate between forces, though he had no intent on cutting off his nose to spite his face. "You have cut down nearly half of the admiralty of the former fleeting system without, as far as I know, the support of the Voices or Hands." A dangerous game she currently played, standing defiantly yet boldly. Admirable. "However, I can only assume you have the backing of a Sith Lord with some form of influence..." It was the only explanation that he could surmise. The fact that she would act on her own without consultation of any of the governing body didn't even occur to him, as would be the quickest path to her own downfall.

"So...under whose guidance did you complete the executions?" He was a patient man, especially for a Sith Lord. He took into account the woman's actions in the past, including her stand upon Prakith. But that would only get so far and honesty was the easiest way to gain the Wraths favor, as she would soon learn. Owning up to the executions was the first step and he couldn't help but understand the need to commit such acts, being a fan of them himself.

[member="Boan Rein"] | [member="Darth Carach"]

 

[J3C0]

[member="Reverance"]

She paused for a few moments, weighing her options considerately.

Boan rein held no love lost for Darth Hauntruss, she held no love for any Sith in fact. To her they were all idiots in some form or another, all foolish by one means. Her lips thinned, and her mind began to trace the many paths that today could take. What she was really doing was weighing what had more worth. Her deal with Hauntruss, or her current standing.

If she made the wrong decision she could very likely die, yet without the support of Hauntruss, or at least without some measure of her strength, Boan would not get very far. Her eyes briefly flickered past the hologram and to the people beyond the room, then focused back on the Wrath.

“Lady Hauntruss and I as well as several other Officers within the navy discussed the need for change.” She spoke, giving him the truth. “There was no guidance of any sort, only a pointing out of the obvious.”

Though truthfully it had been her idea, and it had been her audacity that had pushed them to agreeing to this act. Hauntruss only lent a measure of authority to Boan's actions, authority that she had needed. Of course it was all rather moot now if the Wrath decided to execute them both, though at least Boan had accomplished something in her time.

I'm not ready to die. The thought echoed in her mind. Not yet.

Perhaps she was not so brave after all.

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

Cyrus was late. This was highly unusual, to the point of being almost unthinkable. One did not get far in the military without some punctuality, and anyway the unspoken rules and codes of the Axxilan aristocracy demanded strict adherence to routine and ritual. But as Cyrus stepped inside the final lift to where Vice Admiral Rein had called her assembly, he couldn't help but delay another few seconds (he was now almost three minutes behind schedule) to observe the progress of several squadrons of Helldivers in a real-time feed on his datapad.

WHen the purges had started the ever-astute Grand Admiral Arasene Vol had quietly vanished, no doubt under the wing of some Sith lord or another. While she remained at large there was a very serious risk that the Voice, or Eye, or Hands of the Dark Lord would put a stop to things... violently. So Cyrus and Boan had started a manhunt to track down the top leadership of the Sith Navy. All four Fleet Admirals and both Grand Admirals remained at large. Cyrus' troops were closing in on what sources said was Vol herself.

The lift started up, and almost at the same time a charge went off in the periphery of the soldier who's camera Cyrus was looking out of. Blaster fire was exchanged, then silence, and the Helldivers charged in. Several more targets were cut down, the sound of stun shots in the smoke. All of a sudden a pair of soldiers came up with the stunned figure of Grand Admiral Kirun Paolus.

The door to the conference room slid open and Cyrus stepped inside. "We've just caught Paolus, that gives us some room for negotiation at least."

The words were out of his mouth before he even noticed the holo display, or the young officer standing to the side. A flicker of annoyance flashed across his face. That was a tactical misstep, probably not deadly but irritating to have to deal with. He cut off the datapad and moved up to behind Boan. His eyes betrayed no fear, he never felt any anyway, only the deep smoldering rage that could always been seen.

He nodded once to the Sith lord on the screen, a man he vaguely recognized, then turned to Boan. "Vice Admiral Rein, I have come as requested."

[member="Boan Rein"]
[member="Reverance"]
[member="Lora Onone"]

 

[Lora Onone]

[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Boan Rein"] [member="Reverance"]
She silently waited she was the lowest ranked of this group so she could go unnoticed until she had a better grasp of the Situation. It was how one kept ahead of others you never let your ambition get too far ahead of your grasp of events.

 

[Reverance]

"Of course..." He spoke as he removed his helmet, much to the chagrin of the vong workers around him. Well, not too much, as the scarification and mutilation and rite of passage was enough to garner him the respect he needed to serve them dutifully, and for them to serve in response. Tossing the helmet over to his seat, he cracked his neck and scratched the scar of his eye, the holoprojector showing the odd sort of mannerisms of the Wrath as he locked eyes with [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]. Moving his lower jaw back and forth, he re-fixed his view upon the Vice-Admiral. Despite the sort of polarized view that such a manner of communication provided, he got the distinct impression that she was taller than she appeared. Odd.

"Darth Hauntruss is a valued member of this community...as are you..." He squinted his lone crimson eye, knowing full well that the previous admirality was completely inept in regards to fleeting and controlling the space over invasions. The One Sith had banked, in their recent history, largely on the ground effort to squash the hope of resistance - that the Earth may shatter and the sky recoil and retreat in fear. But it wasn't enough to just hope for inadequacies upon the ground, the resistance against the war machine needed to be pushed back in every facet of it's existence. To strive for anything less was to do a disservice in the subjugation of the weak beneath the sole of the mighty. In this case, [member="Boan Rein"] had provided a victory in the defense of Prakith, prior to the odd disappearances tied the appearance of netherworld gates - the likes of which were used to toss the guilty deep into the chasm of Chaos. She had served dutifully and it seems confidence had been bolstered, absent guiding temperament. That she would think so highly of herself, her actions were reckless at best. Had Gabriel been a more fiery individual like the Sith of old and absolutism, his own mentality tempered by the predilection towards efficacy, this conversation might have been more abrupt, sulfur and hellfire. "However..."

He tilted his head. "You are Vice-Admiral, a strategist and a capable mind towards victory in space. But your duty does not extend to judge, jury, and executioner...that is my domain." He spoke as if he had earned the right to murder and slay with righteous cause, venom in his tone. Because he had. The spilling of blood rewarded with the capacity to spill more, blood never clean from the crevasses of his palms. "Step over the line again...and this conversation will go much differently. Is that understood?" Despite appearances, the One Sith thrived on a balance of power that extended to a checks and balance. Beyond the ultimate authority of the Dark Lord, the power was shifted through responsibilities and hierarchies and chains of command. He couldn't have an admiral running around playing dutiful vigilante on the shoulders of a Sith Lord, no matter how prestigious that Lord, or vigilante, may be. Nevertheless, he wanted to know this woman and the new admirality as ally. But a clear delineation between responsibilities required a certain level of direct assertion, barring on abrasive.

[member="Boan Rein"] | [member="Darth Carach"]

 

[J3C0]

[member="Reverance"] [member="Lora Onone"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

She gave a jerking nod to Cyrus as he spoke to her, though her eyes never left the small holo-image that sat before her. There was a danger to this game, one that she did not want to add to by ignoring the Wrath of the Dark Lord. Cyrus would understand, the man was almost as intelligent as she was.

Then Reverance spoke again.

Death would not come today it seemed.

Boan didn't move. Didn't flinch. Didn't even twitch. She simply looked at the small holo-image as if she was considering an offer. Of course she would jump at the chance that the Wrath had given her, and the implication of what he was saying. Yet she didn't quite feel assured enough of her own voice to yet speak. Despite herself, fear had clawed its way to her minds eye and she needed a second to collect herself.

“As you wish Lord Wrath.” Boan finally answered, her voice even and steady as it always was. She knew that one day this roll would be reversed, that one day things would be different. Yet for now...for now she would bide her time and wait, cooperate.

“What of the rest of the Admirality?” She spoke again. “They fled before we could effect their capture, save for Grand Admiral Paeolus.”

Of course they had just captured him according to Cyrus, yet Boan knew that it was better to simply play the part of the confidence man, or woman in this case. “I do not doubt they will seek asylum within other territories of the galaxy, perhaps among the outer rim or even with the Republic.”

Dutiful to the Empire to the last. Boan thought to herself ironically.

She never dared mention traitors within the One Sith. Lords that may be protecting failed Admirals and Officers, Knights that may have been helping secret them away. That would have been extreme folly and would likely have ended in death. It was better to be obscure, and to eventually turn over their findings to the Wrath himself, whom she assumed would take control of their little purge.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Commander Temi had just arrived from the Morpho Imperial Center on Lok and had made her way to the Fleet Command Center at the behest of Warmaster Hauntruss to bear witness to a political dispute between the top brass of the Imperial Navy. As she neared the conference room she heard whispers of mass executions through the hallway and this made her suddenly anxious as though she were striding confidently to her own slaughter. Bloody guilty conscious again, she thought. But today she resolved to not give into fearful thoughts. Either that or she was getting better at complacency with vice and sin.

Tmoxin slipped into the room and caught the end of Lord Reverance on a holounit giving a severe scolding to the officer who must be Admiral Rein. The Hapan officer wasn’t apologetic at being late to be honest. She had spent the last two weeks in the blazing heat of Lok, training her platoon with fifteen to sixteen hour days of endless drills and combat exercises. Her skin normally a near-alabaster as juxtaposed against the utilitarian black uniform, was tan and glowed from all of the sun. Not that the Imperials would recognize her dedication but it didn’t mean she couldn’t feel a bit entitled to come and go as she pleased. As she folded her hands together in front of her, Commander Temi assessed the other officers in the room as well, trying to figure out who was who.

She also hadn’t been briefed on these so-called executions but if Tmoxin was skilled at one thing it was taking small pieces of information and being able to quickly fill in the gaps to create the holistic picture. She leaned forward to listen to the Admiral's response.

[member="Boan Rein"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Lora Onone"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

 

[Hans Vaiden]

Sometimes people just didn't understand how important not being important was. Fading into the grey, seemingly being one of those unnamed, unknown figments of your peripheral vision. What many refused to notice - even believe - was that such beings existed. They watched, they learned, they plotted. This galaxy had always been torn apart by differing philosophies regarding the light and dark; black and white. Very rarely did things actually pan out to be that way. Usually, it was just grey text set upon a grey backdrop.

Speaking of grey, Hans's uniform almost made him appear to be part of that durasteel bulkhead.

"Commander Killian," he rolled the name around in his mouth. "Killian."

The black-uniformed man beside him raised an eyebrow. "Sir?"

"Do you watch closely? When your betters are conversing?" A blue-eyed gaze held the Stormtrooper Commander in place.

The blonde haired man mulled over the question for a moment, taking his own stare downwards to study the bulkhead beneath his feet. A few seconds passed with the only signs of life in the room being the sound of Killian running a hand across early growths of stubble.

"Any day now, Commander."

"It depends."

Hans frowned. "Depends on what?"

"Depends on if I should be watching or not. Sometimes I'm merely told to look away."

A by-the-book answer. When Sith wanted to do something, they did it. No rules stood in their way. Even the cosmic forces of the universe had bent to their will and offered them a blessing of power over any other being. The Force was what they called it and Captain Vaiden had seen it utilized in-person on multiple occasions. Given the gloomy, dark pasts and upbringings of his superiors, it was often wise to stay on their good side.

"Well, start doing so."

Or not.

"Watch the Sith, study them. They are too predictable for their own good, prideful to a fault, and willing to sacrifice everything if the stakes are high enough." Hans was a little riled up, his voice bouncing around the small office of his quarters.

"Sir?" Killian still looked puzzled. It was best to get straight to the point with these jarheads.

"They can't be trusted. Ever."

The Stormtrooper's visage still held the furrowed brows of deep speculation, but it only took a moment for it to disappear with a knowing glint in his gaze. "Roger."

Hans waved a dismissive hand, "You're dismissed. Don't disappoint me, Commander."

And with that, the Scourge's Captain was left to his lonesome, to finish listening to the secured frequency between the fleet.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Boan Rein"], [member="Reverance"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

 

[Lora Onone]

[member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Boan Rein"] @Reverance @Cyrus Tregessar

As she watched listened and assessed things she noted those who came in late. So the big question now was why all of them were here but she'd have to wait to ask. For now the Sith lord and the Vice Admiral had to deal with each other it seemed. The ship of hers had sent a message which she'd noted but not replied to simply that the large ship had arrived but she already knew. One thing she was finding is that something big was afoot, fallen officers and executions of this style meant a shake up usually. They happened in the Kuat forces on rare occasions if a new family member took over the reigns and had agenda's and found excuses to do this it all depended. So she had an opportunity here to gain power and prestige herself but she had to be careful as no doubt those here were no less ambitious as herself.

 

[H3xle]

[Recopia System]
[Aboard the Nero Vengance]


Tomas carefully wiped the clawed ends of his armor clean with a rag he had ripped from the late Admiral T'cheran's body. He had used those claws to squeeze the life out of the man by the simple expedient of ripping his throat out. He had done just as Admiral Boan had ordered, his ship arrived in the system and announced that he had an urgent message from the slightly lower ranked Admiral. The typical rigmarole had been gone through, he had been made to wait in the docking bay as the late Admiral took his time to get there. Little did the Admiral know that his own Troopers had secured the bay quietly and efficiently. Tomas had announced the Admiral's crimes, when he deigned to make an appearance, then executed the sentence. The smaller man was no match for Tomas's size and power. He had then dispatched the Captain of the late Admiral's flagship to make all haste to Admiral Boan's position while Tomas remained on the picket against any incursion until further orders were given.

Tomas stepped into his command center and activated the holonet transceiver. Patiently he waited until he was let in to the fleet communications network that Admiral Boan had set up.

[member="Boan Rein"] would receive a communique of the success of his mission, along with news that he was now present in the current meeting and awaiting orders.

 

[Reverance]

A clear line drawn in the cement, unmoving and unfaltering. Despite whatever ambitions Boan had, the Wrath was hardly the one she wanted to contend with over it. He was a man of select boundaries, morals that would be upheld, and as he had shown with the Black Suns, the Ravens, and many others: once that line is crossed, there's no coming back. Perhaps, one day, the two would meet on a much different playing field - with odds shifted to match a new set of favors. But for now, Gabriel had the upper hand. A fact that didn't cloud his judgment, one that he reciprocated with a smile. While his visage remained firm in his view of the room that poured out from the holonet display, the sounds of those upon the station echoing back in muddied sounds, his hand deftly worked across a data pad. He caught the venom-filled glance of a member of the Legion Yun'Do and gave that patented return of view, beating back the defiance with a predatory assertion of dominance.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Vice-Admiral Boan Rein..." He said out of the side of his mouth, his view shifting to the datapad as he contemplated his next action. "I'm currently putting out a message to our governing bodies across One Sith space. By dutiful process to the One Sith..." he paused as he continued to click on the datapad. "They will be required to turn over any of the former admiralty to the Sith Hierarchy, who will judge and sentence the accused based on their crimes. Any one harboring the fugitives will be given the same fate...and deemed traitors to the faction by official decree." It was often death for treason and the like and he had no doubt that what remained for admiralty would soon fade into the confines of a dusty path, a new trail turned over by the gust of wind that was Boan Rein. If he weren't so pre-occupied with his own form of punishment, he might find it soothing and refreshing.

"As for Grand Admiral Paeolus...I expect that you will return him to the Sith Hierarchy, assuming of course he has not yet been executed. If he has...well, water under the bridge." He squinted his eye and paused, wondering if there was anything else. "I won't hold you up any longer, Vice-Admiral. We both have important duties to fulfill to the One Sith. Good day."

And with that, the ships committed slow turns with the closure of the conversation. The Wrath would make his way out of planets sight, before jumping to hyperdrive. Where he was going? Maybe Selvaris, maybe Coruscant. It was hard to tell.

[member="Boan Rein"]

 

[J3C0]

[member="Tomas Raynor"] [member="Lora Onone"] [member="Hans Vaiden"]

“A pleasure, Lord Wrath.” Boan said just before the transmission was cut off.

For a second she stared blankly at the display before her, the strange holographic blue light hung in the air for a few seconds, and then shut off. Her nerves relaxed a bit, her eyes shifting to those at the table, then her head swiveling to look at [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]. She nodded slowly, as if acknowledging something unspoken.

The two of them had put this plan into action, they had pushed it, and with mild input from Lady Hauntruss had begun it.

Now they had achieved it. The Admirality had been labeled criminals and traitors. They would all likely be wiped away and the Navy would be reformed with a new head. Fleet Command would take shape here over Anaxes, and everything she and Cyrus had worked for would come to fruition. For a moment...it felt like a dream.

“You have all been invited here for a simple reason.” Her own words tore her from her daze. “You are either ambitious, intelligent, or somehow connected to the Inquisition.”

She regarded [member="Tmoxin Temi"] for a moment then continued. “As you have all just heard, Vice-Admiral Tregessar and myself had taken it upon ourselves to rid our beloved Navy of the scourge that infested our leadership. With that problem taken care of, we now meet a new challenge. The establishing of a replacement.”

Fleet Command. Of course it would need Sith Approval at first, but once established it would become a shinning beacon of how a navy should be run. No favorites. No special treatment. A true meritocracy.

 

[Hans Vaiden]

Ambitious? Probably. Intelligent? Maybe. Connected to the Inquisition? Oh, yes.

Of course he was kidding. Ambition, intelligence, and a connection to the New Inquisition was where all the better, more elite breed of naval types were nowadays. Hans had noticed that shift in authority the moment the mantle of the Scourge had been handed on over to his waiting grasp. Power was always so easily transferred that not even the topmost people noticed - if ever. This Lord Wrath did, though. Reverance. Someone to keep an eye on, no pun intended.

As for the rest, they were your run of the mill, grey-uniformed Imperial just like Hans himself was. There was no doubt about it. He was a bit generic, plain. But he didn't mind. The more "unique" folks never expect a mere bystander to change something, do something, or even speak at all. They simply don't notice those who exist in the backdrop.

For now, he'd watch and listen. Perhaps this Vice Admiral Rein would do some interesting things.

"Aye, ma'am." His deep, accented voice came across the Holonet transceiver.

[member="Boan Rein"], [member="Reverance"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

In spite of himself, all Cyrus could think of as Boan was talking was the thrill of anticipation at facing her, at the head of a reformed Sith Fleetcom, on the battlefield. What else was there to look forward to in life, after all, then facing down an equally skilled and prepared opponent. He had faced the likes of Ashin Varanin and Ayden Cater, among the greatest commanders in the galaxy today. But this, this was a unique opportunity indeed. To guide, and craft a future opponent, a weapon in human form. A new height to top in the greatest challenge that any sentient could apply themselves to.

War, how he did love it so.

But it would take patience, they weren't over even the early hurdles yet. Lord Wrath had given his... ambivalence? That was the best way to describe it so far, and while that was significantly better than disapproval (the plan Cyrus had drawn up to escape Sith space in the even things went sour was somewhat less than airtight) it was far from the best result as well.

"We will have to deal with Paelous, he has little talent, Vol only ever did select him because he was a safe option. We do need her dead as well, a bit of a pity but she's too closely tied to the Hierarchy. Most of the other survivors can be put to use in the basic administration, however. They typically have some skill, at the very least they can manage logistics and maintenance and the like."

He turned slowly, looking closely at all the figures in the room and those only present via holo, taking each in. Each had been invited for a specific reason, though he was not privy to the machinations of Vice Admiral Rein's mind, she had yet to make a serious mistake. He would trust her judgement for now.

"Even if we retain the basic infrastructure of the Admiralty, you may have noticed a sudden increase in the availability of flag-level postings. Age and connections and political expedience are no longer the main criteria for advancement. Skill, ambition, and loyalty to your comrades will be the basis now."

He focused specifically on the junior officers present, the young lieutenant, a stormtrooper commander, and a pair of captains. "Anyone can advance, provided they are willing to work for it. By coming here, you've already taken the first step. Will you follow where we lead?"

[member="Hans Vaiden"] | [member="Boan Rein"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Tomas Raynor"] | [member="Lora Onone"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Lora Onone]

[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Boan Rein"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Tomas Raynor"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

She listened and watched, once asked the true question of this she looked to Cyrus and smiled. "If by Follow give my everything to advance myself and not end up where the others before me did sir then yes. I will follow the path you have laid until it ends at which point I'll have to forge my own. It's what we all did and still do I believe. So the question is whats first on your new agenda? The Events of the recent past are devastating to both sides both lost many good useful people. We now have to decide how we move forward on multiple fronts. Way I see it we best choose our next steps carefully the road to ruin or victory is razor thin. Hmm guess it's like back home only it's not Ten families jockeying to see who spent their daddies money better." Shes smiled oh she'd follow but that did not make her a droid.