WolfMortum
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[member="Coci Heavenshield"]
In orbit of the World, the Chimaera stood well out of place and no doubt pulled the attention of all passing vessels traversing to and from the Capital planet of the Silver Jedi Order's territories. It had been weeks since Veiere had started his search for [member="Lady Kay"] alongside [member="Ultimatum"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Riven Black"], [member="Darben Skirae"] and[member="Ghorua the Shark"]; he had even gone so far as to contact [member="Samka Derith"] of the First Order with small to no affect despite the groups rather unusual origins and their many contacts. Now he traveled to Voss, without the company of any of them and only an army of the 501st who stood fiercely loyal yet would hold no purpose here. The Silver Jedi Order; in Veiere's mind it was the last standing remnant of the old Jedi Order that he had once called home. Those of the Galactic Alliance had attacked Atrisia and played their hand in killing countless innocents just for the sake of five men; Veiere had seen the blind devastation of a world at the cost of an extraordinary level of selfishness that he no longer held faith in the Jedi of the Galaxy at all. It was here, however that he'd spent his last days with Kay Larr during the ceremony that would see [member="Ryn'Dhal"] ascend the rank of Jedi Master; the same day that Veiere had met with Coci Heavenshield, the mother to a man considered a close personal friend, Theodred.
A week, that's what the going estimate was where someone you loved was kidnapped and you had any real hope of finding them again; at least that was when it was a President of a small but well-liked world such as Commenor. Alas it had been approximately three by now and the weight of it all had begun to show, the burden upon Veiere's shoulders wearing him down.
"My Lord...".
His eyes opened abruptly, greeted by the First Officer with the need to speak up while the rest of the bridge had been quietly going about their tasks for the good of the massive Star Destroyer; the vessel itself was a well known war ship of the former Empire and much later the Sith Empire who had taken it. Of all the people whose hands the vessel might fall into, it was Cyril Grayson, a former Jedi and traitor Sith Lord who walked both sides a Martyr in the hope of finally bringing all the conflict of these Orders to an end, that had given everything to Veiere on the eve of his return to the Force.
"We've just received confirmation, Sir. Voss is ready to receive you".
Slowly, he turned to offer a solemn nod to the man whose uniform resembled a fallen empire. They were all loyalists to a dictatorship once, they still held pride in their uniforms symbolizing the Imperial Navy and to this Veiere had not argued. Taking ownership of such a vessel had it's own set of difficulties and breaking the morale of the crew whose numbers were in the thousands just did not seem like a smart idea when they were already set at odds with having to work under the guise of a Jedi Knight turned rogue.
"I go this one alone, Captain Ansion. You have the bridge until my return, keep her out of trouble and inform me should you so need.." he replied quietly. His eyes lined with a look of ware, countless nights of restlessness taking the best of him during such a time. His footsteps bore the weight of his armor, they fell heavy against the floor with the sound of metal against durasteel; he had rarely been seen out of it in the days since he had left Commenor yet today would need to be one such day if he were to not offer the wrong impression. His quarters were held a ways further back within the head of the giant adrift; a tunic much akin to his old robes of tradition, only these were black with the sache embroidered down the seams with grey and silver lining. As always his lightsaber would remain at his hip though the overall demeanor would feel much more respectable in his coming to meet one of the leading Jedi Masters of the Silver Jedi Order.
Though the crew were reluctant to let their Admiral leave the vessel alone and without even a small military escort, Veiere's word had become the new law upon the Chimaera and dressed as he was, he wrapped his gray robe around his shoulders, the tone putting subtle emphasis to the new tunic that he wore beneath, soon heading for the Lambda Shuttle his personal pilot and still his employee, Cillian Braedon would take him down on.