A P E X
This...We always knew it would happen.
After the whole Confederacy debacle, the boss was always looking over his shoulder y'know? It was like he expected the worst, prepared for it, and then hoped for the best. We always knew that one of these days, he'd bite the dust. Either one of his enemies would get the drop on him, or whatever glory-drunk brawl the Mandalorians started would see him shot. But...I didn't think it would happen like this.
At least he died doing something decent, I guess.
In any case, I've always been the one to do Isley's grittier work and today is no different. Today, I have to see to my employer's affairs one last time. And in the name of our time together...I'm charging double.
A transmission rang out across the stars: a missive sent from the HQ of Arakyd Industries. The company had been dealt a grievous blow with the passing of its CEO – but those he had loved were stung all the more. Today, they handled the will and testament of Isley Verd.
An azure projection would appear upon many worlds. T'was Samuel Baelor, garbed in a black suit and tie. Blunt as ever, the man got right to business.
"First and foremost, on behalf of myself and Arakyd Industries, my condolences for your loss. Today, we've come to revealthe Will of our esteemed leader Isley Verd..."
Personal Effects
The Slave I
"In the matter of a successor, I name my eldest daughter [member="Deneve Verd"]. From the moment of my passing forward, she will be the undisputed Alor of House Verd and master of all my worldly belongings. I ask my peers sitting on the Alor'e Council to welcome her with open arms and to offer her your wisdom. Deneve has my absolute faith...and I couldn't ask for a better successor."
"Next, I open the knowledge of my personal collection to my people. For too long has mastery of the Force been something to be hoarded and controlled. I hope that, by offering understanding to any vode, this trend may come to an end. From thenceforth, the knowledge I have accumulated over my lifetime can be accessed in Sundari."
"Finally, and while I am in no position to demand this, I humbly request that [member="Ijaat Mereel"] be considered and selected as the next Warmaster of the Clans. He was the man responsible for setting me on the right path once again, and I do believe he would bring immense honor to the mantle."
"With that said...my fellows, my friends, and my kin. This is farewell."
After the whole Confederacy debacle, the boss was always looking over his shoulder y'know? It was like he expected the worst, prepared for it, and then hoped for the best. We always knew that one of these days, he'd bite the dust. Either one of his enemies would get the drop on him, or whatever glory-drunk brawl the Mandalorians started would see him shot. But...I didn't think it would happen like this.
At least he died doing something decent, I guess.
In any case, I've always been the one to do Isley's grittier work and today is no different. Today, I have to see to my employer's affairs one last time. And in the name of our time together...I'm charging double.
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A transmission rang out across the stars: a missive sent from the HQ of Arakyd Industries. The company had been dealt a grievous blow with the passing of its CEO – but those he had loved were stung all the more. Today, they handled the will and testament of Isley Verd.
An azure projection would appear upon many worlds. T'was Samuel Baelor, garbed in a black suit and tie. Blunt as ever, the man got right to business.
"First and foremost, on behalf of myself and Arakyd Industries, my condolences for your loss. Today, we've come to revealthe Will of our esteemed leader Isley Verd..."
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Personal Effects
The Slave I
- [member="Runi Verin"] - "I had wanted to give this to you personally, but...if this is being read...The Slave I is yours now, use it as you see fit. Runi, I know it's far too late to change anything between us, but just know that I left this world glad to have found you. Glad to have loved you. Be strong, and take on the Galaxy one day at a time."
- [member="Mór-rioghain"] - "My sweet academic...The time we spent together was precious and meant more to me than the cosmos itself. Listen closely child, do not push your family away. Your siblings, your mother, all of the Clan...we will always welcome you with open arms. I may now be gone, but you will never again be alone. May this saber light your way, and always know that your father loves you."
- [member="Zef Halo"] - "This is one race I didn't want to win Zef, but here we are. I'm gone, but you still live. Make the best of each day. Piss off a Hutt or three. Live to the fullest...and if you see any derelict ships, leave them be! This is my prize ship, put it together myself. Take care of her, and always pour one out for lost friends ya hear?"
- [member="Gilamar Skirata"] - "Very seldom did we see eye to eye, especially given my sordid choices. But, as time moved on, I hope that you've seen where my heart lies. I leave you the armor of a Mand'alor past, for there are no better hands to care for this treasure. May your life be a long one, ner'vod."
"In the matter of a successor, I name my eldest daughter [member="Deneve Verd"]. From the moment of my passing forward, she will be the undisputed Alor of House Verd and master of all my worldly belongings. I ask my peers sitting on the Alor'e Council to welcome her with open arms and to offer her your wisdom. Deneve has my absolute faith...and I couldn't ask for a better successor."
"Next, I open the knowledge of my personal collection to my people. For too long has mastery of the Force been something to be hoarded and controlled. I hope that, by offering understanding to any vode, this trend may come to an end. From thenceforth, the knowledge I have accumulated over my lifetime can be accessed in Sundari."
"Finally, and while I am in no position to demand this, I humbly request that [member="Ijaat Mereel"] be considered and selected as the next Warmaster of the Clans. He was the man responsible for setting me on the right path once again, and I do believe he would bring immense honor to the mantle."
"With that said...my fellows, my friends, and my kin. This is farewell."