To Build An Army

[Darth Empyrean]

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Floating in deep space sat the ever lumbering behemoth known as The Technicolor Beat. Its exterior black and foreboding, while the interior roared to life with a party. Within its belly sat perhaps one of the longest lasting, most entertaining parties across the galaxy, finding a vague cycle between the various cores and regions in its galactic round trip. The richest are invited to dine and indulge in their wildest fantasies in a place that is relatively safe for such. Its enigmatic behavior allows such deviancy, protecting their otherwise good name from stain.
Leave alone The Slave’s various cameras set up to blackmail the rich if need be.

Today however, was not for such a thing. Infact, today was for nothing else but war; a deadly game of cat and mouse that never ceased on a galactic scale. Never ceasing, The Slave built a company around it with the help of Cybele, the ship’s ever present AI, knowing full and well how profitable it was; but an opportunity had risen in the previous months. Something he knew he had to get involved with.

The Galactic Alliance had been suffering, both military wise and political. They’d stagnated, grown decadent, and soon would fall if their course was not corrected. Regardless if they did or not was not The Slave’s concern, rather the fact that with national unrest building they’d undoubtedly find some ambitious upstarts looking to cut them apart.

The Slave, luckily, knew of just such a man. His name was [member="Mythos"], and of all the crimes the Galactic Alliance had committed in its time alive, perhaps its greatest was to him. The war that took place on Atrisia was horrid, destructive and painful for much of the galaxy, even being across its massive expanse wouldn’t save a force user from witnessing the events. The Slave remembered it vaguely, as when it had happened he was only but a boy.

Atrisia however, was claimed by both parties. The Slave knew contracts with the GA wouldn’t pan out with their negative growth, so instead he sought out someone he could invest in. Someone with enough drive and passion to build an army armed with nothing more than his systems in war. Jaeger Solutions would fulfill its demands of endorsing war across the galaxy in all forms, and today would be no different.

Cybele eventually piped up as he sat in his chair, letting her words echo within the room.

“He’s aboard. Make yourself presentable.”, she said with a sarcastic chiding remark.

The Slave simply scoffed and shrugged, letting his feet fall from the table to the ground. It was the same conference room he had developed his strategy for expanding Oricon, the same where he would create a new beginning for Atrisia. He was a galactic player, even if he didn’t know it, and this room was his board.

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[Mythos]

It was an unusual summon to say the very least, it was of a man that Mythos himself did not know yet. Deep in space was the call and the ship that awaited him was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The ship itself was insane, it felt wrong in a good way to fly next to it with his Commenori transport. He should have been asking questions, e should have been wondering why he was being summoned but in truth he did not care, all he wanted to do was conquer his world and avenge his people. As the ship arrived inside of the Technicolored Beast Mythos wore an attire befitting of his nature as a Sith lord. Dark Robes and a Grimoire made of human skin accompanied him through the metallic always of the monstrosity he was in. The ship... was barren, except for a robot with a female voice who lead Mythos. He lived and breathed for a single purpose... To Kill and destroy the galactic alliance and to him nothing would stand in his way when he came to killing and slaughtering every last one of them like rats.

Here was a man who promised the dream that he had while awake... while he had the powers and resources needed to summon an Army of well size it was still not enough to kill the Galactic Alliance even if it was a stagnant and repugnant puss. He needed more and this man offered just that. As he walked through the halls his eyes scanned for everything that could be perceived as a trap, his weapons clanged inside his terentatek leather hide cloak and his lightsaber patted against his leg with every step... itching to be unleashed once more. It was not a long walk... even it it was an almost thousand meter ship Mythos took very long strides...

When he walked as deep as he thought he could get he questioned the AI. "Where Is he?" he asked, impatient darkness seeping through his voice, foot patting on the durasteel floor beneath his steel toe boots. "Time is of the essence maggots..."

[member="The Slave"]​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“In here, Sir.”, Cybele offered in her usual quaint tone.

As she spoke, the door next to him opened with a faint whirring. Motioning him in, Cybele would seemingly wait outside while a quiet rumble shook the ship; the distant party taking place filling the void of silence that would otherwise be nearly overwhelming in conjunction with the solemn nature this half of the ship offered. As Mythos walked through the area, he hadn’t seen another living person besides a few in the hangar upon his landing.

As he’d enter the room, he’d witness a meeting room with an exquisite table in the middle. Surrounding it, electrum clasps and crimson tapestries hung from the ceiling, while a few scented candles offered a crackling light. It was archaic considering the rest of the ship’s technology, but the smell offered was faintly comforting, if not subtle.

At the head of the table however, there sat a man with well set cheekbones, proportioned lips, and nearly flawless skin. His alabaster hair contrasted the sulphuric yellow in his eyes, but the most unsettling of all his attractive features was the predator like grin he offered Mythos. Despite Mythos’s claims to power, this man showed no fear, no intimidation as he walked into the office. It was obvious it was his world, his realm that he walked in now.

His voice came off like molten gold as he spoke, letting Mythos become graced by his charisma with each syllable;

“Welcome, Mythos. I’m glad to see you made it safe.”

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos remained on edge in every moment, he scanned the walls, the durasteel floors, the dim light and the pale shadows of every corner of this unique ship. It was like walking into a different world and the dark side of the force unnerved him here. It was different here, it contained a more heavy and malleable form such as was hard to put into words. To put it simply it was as if the force went out of its way to make him feel that he did not belong here, that he wasn't supposed to be here, that this wasn't his world or his environment and that to his mind, the mind of a seasoned warrior, made him automatically think of the one thing he knew: Ambush. He carried his usual arsenal but for some reason even the massive amount of firepower on his person did not make him feel more safe or more secure.

When the door opened for him by the robotic AI with the beautiful voice he walked into another realm of existence. One he actually appreciated. His eyes scanned the room for traps, bombs, sentry guns and hidden assassins but instead caught the eye of his favorite thing: History and Ancient architectures. He was taken aback, he stopped just to admire this room and take it all in. He appreciated the beauty and majesty of it, the throwback to an earlier time that few remembered. Even the smell was beautiful.

When he turned to look at the man opposite to him he let time pass to look at him, he could sense the darkside of the force inside him as truly the force was indeed strong in him. Was this the catalyst he needed? Was this the one he would become wrath to? Was this the man to fulfill the prophecy? Only time would tell. The steel toed boots rhythmically clanged beneath his feet as step by step Mythos made his was to the table. The voice of the man however... It was chilling. Mythos had learned that to those individuals to whom the dark side of the force was attuned into, their voices sounded off with the vibration of the dark side. There was a certain shrill, an echo of a high pitch scream of pain as the force itself screamed in agony in their presence. This man spoke as if he was torturing the living force with every action of his body, with every breath he took and quite frankly it unnerved Mythos to an unimaginable degree. It showed in his expression.

"The Trip was comfortable and more than i could ask for, this ship however" he paused to gesture around with his eyes briefly and take his seat. "Is absolutely beautiful in every way." he offered him a warm smile and a flash of yellow in his eyes at that very moment. "I am honored. " With those words in a flash, using the dexterity and speed the force and his reflexes granted him he slammed his Rudis into the table and smiled wide. It was a gesture of both Atrisian and Valkyri tradition to show the host that the arms that the guest wielded were out of arms reach and a gesture of appreciation between two great fighters. The one thing that separated Mythos from other Sith was the simple concept of Honor.
[member="The Slave"]​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Slave returned the expression, idly glancing to the dark side blade now jutting from his expensive table. It wasn’t that he cared about the price of the table, nor the fact there was a gaping hole in it, just the fact that destroying his property was considered an obvious sign of respect from the Sith Lord. Letting the thought pass by him, he let his gaze rest on Mythos with an idle fancy, taking in his persona.

It was no lie that despite The Slave’s respective age and seemingly inexperience, he made up in it with his massive reserve for power. In true form, The Slave was an unsharpened blade, a rudimentary blade meant for something more grand than idle work and pointless objective goals. The Slave was a walking destiny, the future decided in a man; its will personified, and all those around him could sense it.

He was dangerous.

Leaning onto the table with a hand supporting his chin, The Slave offered Mythos his predatory like grin. It was an iconic feature he had, something that came with every meeting he was apart of. It was as much a part of him, as his lack of a name had become his signature. His voice rolled like the devil that he was, filling the silence between them as the distance rumbling of a party was drowned out by the series of durasteel interior walls.

“I appreciate the compliments. I’m sure Cybele agrees.”, he said with a jest.

“I do indeed.”, Cybele responded from overhead, her own waif like laugh mixing in with their conversation in an all too subtle way.

“So, as much as I’d like to introduce myself, I can’t. Theres nothing to call me, and I already know who you are; so instead I’ll bypass to the point…”, he said as he began to light a spice laden cigar, letting its fumes fill the air between them.

“I hear you want to invade a planet?”

“I too, want to invade a planet.”

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

His eyes met those of the man before him and the moment did not go unnoticed by the Sith Lord. there was a certain way of kinship in the way the darkside of the force surrounded this man. He may have been young but the power within him although unrefined was substantial. He smiled right back at the macabre visage of [member="The Slave"] undaunted and fearless. "I'm actually invading five" he said, his smile of confidence and bravado never leaving is face. If this man truly could help him with his campaign and quests Mythos would have to consider giving up an arm and a leg if necessary... yet he would do so gladly.

In his heart he wanted to invade Atrisia and reclaim his homeland but that would have to wait. The time in the galaxy would not allow it and it would just end up being the death of the planet and all that which he wanted to conquer not destroy. It was simply not time yet for him to return home and to his rightful place as king of Atrisia. He had found something more important, something that would allow him to return to Atrisia and conquer those who stood in his way like a heap of dried leaves in the face of a mighty typhoon.

It was a danger to let him know what was his next move... then again, there could be no next move without the man across him. "Have you ever heard of a system called Nibelungen?". The question came with an answer, from his sleeve he produced a small chip that contained all the information of this forgotten and isolated system. Little did the people of Nibelungen know that what would transpire today would change their lives forever.
[member="The Slave"]​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“Invading five?”, The Slave said with a passive deviance.

Perhaps he had only banked on Atrisia, but there was more to this profit wise that Cybele would be interested in than he would. Infact, he could almost here her banking servers whirring as they began to process psuedo orders and potential earnings for each army armed through her factories. He could practically sense her enthusiasm.

“And no, I’ve never heard of Nibelungen. Mind explaining it a bit?”, he said with a cock of his brow as he took the chip with a finger. It slid across the table with a faint friction before settling infront of him, letting him wash over all the information it held.

It was a heavily populated planet, that much he could tell. Invading it would be a difficult proposition; but something he could manage exceptionally well all things considered. With a number of projects in the woodworks, developmental phase, and final stages, it was safe to say Jaeger was already ready for war.

“Or rather, your plans for it.”

[member="Mythos"]