Subject 37
The Cracked Mirror
Tingel Arm - Former Dominion Territory
Outpost Kresh
Tyrian slowly drummed his fingers on the side of the small table, his eyes wandering across the datascreen lingering in front of him.
Things had gone well over the last few months, extremely well. Raekkar has grown to exceptional strength, The Sith had won their war against The Dominion, and in the Legion's aid of the Galactic Empire's conquest of the Silver Jedi they had gained much. Money, technology, half a dozen Jedi Prisoners. All of it had been taken from Charros and brought back here. In truth Tyrian hadn't known what to do with them originally, but by now he figured the Sith would want them.
For whatever reason the two cults were always hounding one another, best to feed into that need.
The soldier shifted slightly as he drew himself up from the desk and shut down the data-terminal.
Things were going well, his plans were moving along and everything was quickly coming together. The Legion was now growing into an effective army and their equipment was improving day by day. Allaria had proven to be more than useful, the Yuuzhan Vong biots that she created being extremely effective against the Jedi they'd faced as of late. When the time came for his move, he hoped the same would be true of the Sith they'd inevitably face.
If there was one thing he was sure of it was the fact that they wouldn't like someone not of their own ilk rising to power. A normal person standing among them would be disgusting, but with enough military strength at his back they would just have to learn to live with it.
Tyrian stepped from his tent, eyes wandering over the small encampment.
Outpost Kresh, as they were calling it, was nothing more than a large collection of pre-fabricated buildings and tents surrounded by some transport ships. There was a defensive perimeter and of course a communications tower, but it wasn't anything fancy. They'd set it up after their retreat from Charros, the prisoners proving just a tad too difficult to control for an entire voyage. Those men and women were currently being...stabilized, and once they were more cooperative The Legion would pack up it's bags and head back to the Empire's territory.
Of course they'd been here for almost a week now, but Jedi were rather difficult to control.
A yawn escaped his throat, and slowly he began to head towards the mess-hall.
Outpost Kresh
Tyrian slowly drummed his fingers on the side of the small table, his eyes wandering across the datascreen lingering in front of him.
Things had gone well over the last few months, extremely well. Raekkar has grown to exceptional strength, The Sith had won their war against The Dominion, and in the Legion's aid of the Galactic Empire's conquest of the Silver Jedi they had gained much. Money, technology, half a dozen Jedi Prisoners. All of it had been taken from Charros and brought back here. In truth Tyrian hadn't known what to do with them originally, but by now he figured the Sith would want them.
For whatever reason the two cults were always hounding one another, best to feed into that need.
The soldier shifted slightly as he drew himself up from the desk and shut down the data-terminal.
Things were going well, his plans were moving along and everything was quickly coming together. The Legion was now growing into an effective army and their equipment was improving day by day. Allaria had proven to be more than useful, the Yuuzhan Vong biots that she created being extremely effective against the Jedi they'd faced as of late. When the time came for his move, he hoped the same would be true of the Sith they'd inevitably face.
If there was one thing he was sure of it was the fact that they wouldn't like someone not of their own ilk rising to power. A normal person standing among them would be disgusting, but with enough military strength at his back they would just have to learn to live with it.
Tyrian stepped from his tent, eyes wandering over the small encampment.
Outpost Kresh, as they were calling it, was nothing more than a large collection of pre-fabricated buildings and tents surrounded by some transport ships. There was a defensive perimeter and of course a communications tower, but it wasn't anything fancy. They'd set it up after their retreat from Charros, the prisoners proving just a tad too difficult to control for an entire voyage. Those men and women were currently being...stabilized, and once they were more cooperative The Legion would pack up it's bags and head back to the Empire's territory.
Of course they'd been here for almost a week now, but Jedi were rather difficult to control.
A yawn escaped his throat, and slowly he began to head towards the mess-hall.