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"I conceived the idea of PROJECT TION following the formation of the Imperial Corrections Directorate. Under the guises of renewal, resurgence and elimination of a proven standing threat to the nascent Imperial Confederation, I wrote a letter to Liraeth Deschart that was both compelling and complex in it's plot. There I handpicked individuals from the Imperial remnants to join my cause with the blessing and permission of the Empress..."
-- Her describing PROJECT TION in their memoirs.



New Alderaan, Outer Rim Territories;
New Aldera;
THE IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION.
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The New Imperial Order has long since been a source of fascination for the undercover Dark Lord since she begun influencing the politicks and policies of the Imperial remnants (found along the Outer Rim Territories) since the turn of the ninth-century. Her understanding of the now defunct remnant of the GALACTIC EMPIRE was loose in it's understanding and perspective with only little sources to confirm her suspicions or ideas in the modern day. Only the infamy of their actions and their contributions to the last great Star War-- THE SECOND GREAT HYPERSPACE WAR-- unveiled some idea of who and what they were given that none of her associates or contacts across the galaxy were not apart of the once great NIO.

It was said that at some point, before the advent of the great war, that they were formerly aligned to the Sith Order. Inexplicably, to the Dark Lords of the Sith, they turned their weapons upon them and usurped their diluted grasp upon the great Imperial minds that would form the NIO. Under the banner of the Iron Sun they bloated the crimson skies of the decadent Sith Empire and carved their way through their territories, star systems and sectors in a glorious campaign of war that would later serve as one of many conflicts which broke out and would subsequently be recorded under the umbrella of history that was the SGHW.

Now one of it's templars was set to meet with Her on New Aldera-- the capital world of the Imperial Confederation made up of (currently) four Imperial remnants brought together through the ideas of UNIFICATION personified by Liraeth Deschart.

The purpose of their encounter was rudimentary at least on the surface. To the Errant this was to be mercenary work. The Imperial Corrections Directorate (a new prison system comprised of labour colonies, detention centres and Imperial justice) had reached out with a request for his expertise in the elimination of Force-sensitive threats in Imperial space, and in exchange for payment, he would be rewarded handsomely. Therefore the arranged meeting to finalise the deal and creation of a contract for his work within Confederation territories was, to the eye, straightforward.

But nothing was to the eye when it concerned the woman who traversed the Imperial remnants under the disguise of the Warden Primus.

This was, in effect, all about PROJECT TION: a clandestine operation that was set to begin within the Confederation comprised of hand selected individuals from the varying Imperial remnants who would contribute towards a project that would see the resurgence of IMPERIALISM along the Outer Rim Territories while simultaneously eliminating the long standing Sith threat located in the THANDON STAR CLUSTER. But could this so-called bastard be persuaded to join the cause?

Under the faint illumination of white, eerie lights spinning downward from a Cone of Silence, Her stood in a black tunic upon in front of a large transparisteel window pane which overlooked the capital city of New Aldera, talking to the invited mercenary that she sought to recruit. "I have heard much about the New Imperial Order over these past two years. Would you mind regaling me in some of your former exploits? I am fascinated by the things I have already heard from the Second Great Hyperspace War..."



 
Born of an unexpected union between the Houses Varanin and Zambrano, the Bastard shouldered the latent power of such lineages with a look of quiet hatred. Armor forged by the greatest craftsmen of the New Imperial Order bore the scars of a thousand battlefields across an equal number of planets. Once gray, the stains of shadow suffused the Crestfallen's plate an inky black like the deepest pools of the Void. His eyes shone crimson, painted the color of blood since the betrayal of his oaths so long ago on Bastion. Not an inkling of pride existed within the echani. He yearned solely for the battlefield, lusting after the feeling of his black blade carving through the flesh and bone of faceless foes and nameless enemies.

When the Bastard crossed the threshold into the agreed upon meeting place, his hollow gaze settled upon Her. He studied the woman briefly.

The neat uniform bespoke a position of great strength within the Imperial Confederation. Her choice of locale—a high-security prison of all places—suggested influence. And her insight led her into the deepest reaches of known space to him—an errant Knight barely scraping by on backwater worlds, eradicating all who opposed his forces in these unsung campaigns.

Stepping beneath the projected Cone, the Bastard clasped his hands together behind his back and stood at attention. Military decorum hadn't left him in his exile; the efforts of the New Empire etched them into every atom of his being, and against even his wishes at times, the albino knew better than to ignore such traditions. They were founded in an unshakeable will and unparalleled disciple. The kind that drove the Sith from Bastion, shattered their empire, and scared the infamous patriarch of House Zambrano into hiding.

Her inquiry into the now-defunct New Imperial Order didn't surprise the Bastard. Many were the Imperial who yearned for a new Golden Age.

"I fought throughout the Braxant Campaign as a member of the Imperial Knights. My blade met many foes across Mageeto, Muunilist, Dubrillion, and Dantooine among others." The Bastard considered the small introduction enough initially, but against his better judgement he continued after a brief pause. "I was trained by the late Emperor, Rurik Fel, directly."

The Bastard considered his late Master with an uncharacteristic warmth. If not for Rurik, the young son of Vaulkhar Zambrano would've had little hope of survival within the New Imperial Order. Such a lineage like that of the Zambrano promised little more than rampant chaos and endless destruction. And in hindsight, the Crestfallen believed a merciful execution trumped his empty existence in the years following the Empire's fall.

"My time with the Order was cut short following Bastion. When Operation Kyber Dark was initiated, the squad of stormtroopers I was leading turned their weapons on a Sith named Vella Forte. We were... lovers, throughout the war. In an effort to save her, I slew my own men, but by then, she was lost to her hate and I was forced to kill her, too. From then on, I was dubbed Crestfallen. An honorless Knight no better than the Sith corpses left in my wake."


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New Alderaan, Outer Rim Territories;
New Aldera;
THE IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION.
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As the Errant Bastard provided some insight into the past concerning the defunct New Imperial Order it snowed outside and as Her listened to him she found her equally crimson eyes following the snowfall as she learned somethings about the son of VAULKHAR ZAMBRANO.

Bastard said:
"My time with the Order was cut short following Bastion. When Operation Kyber Dark was initiated, the squad of stormtroopers I was leading turned their weapons on a Sith named Vella Forte. We were... lovers, throughout the war. In an effort to save her, I slew my own men, but by then, she was lost to her hate and I was forced to kill her, too. From then on, I was dubbed Crestfallen. An honorless Knight no better than the Sith corpses beneath left in my wake."

"I am sorry for your loss," Her lied through their teeth as her gaze turned to look upon the Bastard Bastard sensing that the death of this deceased Sith now known to her as VELLA FORTE was a source of regret and despair for the so-called honourless knight dubbed Crestfall. "Much has been lost during the campaigns against the Sith. I sympathize with you wholeheartedly."

Raising a hand to untuck a long strand of hair from beneath her ear, Her revealed: "As we discuss your military career in the New Imperial Order I confess that your exploits from back then are the source as to why I have invited you into the Imperial Corrections Directorate today to discuss the terms for you to become once again employed by someone aligned to the Imperial remnants."

"The Imperial Confederation is an amalgamation of various expats, holdouts or military forces comprised of some of the Imperial remnants located along the Outer Rim Territories. The Imperial Sector Authority... The Risen Empire... and the Empire Reborn were the first to coalesce under the reign of Liraeth Deschart following the demise of the Empire of the Lost. Among it's members, as I understand it, are former comrades from your days in the N.I.O such as Marlon Sularen, for example..."



 
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"Her death is of no concern to me now," the Bastard stated firmly.

There was a time when he uttered such words in denial of the truth. When he stood at the head of the Imperial Host, alone, a Vanguard faced with hordes of the Risen Dead and those tainted by Sith doctrine. Those were the days he truly yearned for the familiar touch of a lover. And though the echani took no other in the many years since, he missed not the woman he slew within the Sith-Imperial Gardens on Bastion. Wealth and battle promised him greater glory than any sexual conquest.

"As we discuss your military career in the New Imperial Order, I confess that your exploits from back then are the source as to why I have invited you into the Imperial Corrections Directorate today to discuss the terms for you to become once again employed by someone aligned to the Imperial remnants."

"I had expected such," he admitted. "What interests I have in the Outer Rim rarely entice the likes of Imperial Directors. Indiscriminate slaughter is not for the faint of heart, ma'am."

Far removed from the greater struggles played out in the galaxy, the Bastard absorbed the information presented to him with a single nod. Imperial remnants were worse than roaches. Emperors whipped their people up into a zealous frenzy that oft survived them, carried into future generations in hopes for a return to form. Many a father told stories to their starry eyed sons of bygone days, carried upon the backs of those churned out by the Imperial War Machine—mindless fanatics long broken, stripped of their humanity and turned to a bloody cause. Never did such soldiers question their Orders.

Slaughter and sacrifice were two sides of the same coin, after all. And there was no greater sacrifice than one made for Hearth and Home.

"It takes little to buy my sword, woman. Provide me a place to lay my head in between battlefields, and food and drink to fill my belly. I desire nothing more than to destroy the likes of the Kainite and its debased following. My blade yearns to bathe in the blood of Kaine's kith and kin."


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New Alderaan, Outer Rim Territories;
New Aldera;
THE IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION.
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Bastard said:
"It takes little to buy my sword, woman. Provide me a place to lay my head in between battlefields, and food and drink to fill my belly. I desire nothing more than to destroy the likes of the Kainite and its debased following. My blade yearns to bathe in the blood of Kaine's kith and kin."

Her held her gaze with the Bastard as he explained how it would take little convincing in order for the undercover Dark Lord to acquire his blade and services as she sought to bring him into the fold of PROJECT TION.

As she listened to the Errant (quietly contemplating what he had so far told her) Her took into consideration that the dreaded KAINITE-- the amalgamated, collected powerbase of Darth's Carnifex and Prazutis-- would have far more enemies that the solitary woman whose two year involvement in the Imperial remnants were set to turn them upon the self-proclaimed Dark Lords of the Sith. Indeed, the hate set within the albino stood beside her was strong in the Force. But was it stronger than hers?

"As you wish,"
Her replied.

A hand folded itself into her black tunic to produce an Obsidian Pin-- a black insignia stylized bearing an angular eye encased in an unbroken circle. "This pin is worn by those within my inner circle in the Directorate," Her went onto explain as she fixed it upon the Bastard's clothing underneath the garments where it could not be seen by the naked eye. "This is a mere formality. To wear this allows you to move freely among the Confederation. Naturally a TK serial identification will be assigned to give you the necessary clearance. Lodgings and other necessities will be provided by the Directorate where required..."

The woman was much smaller than the Errant. As she looked up at the taller, more muscular man bred for war and who only took solace in the murder of his Sith enemy, Her said: "In time I will unveil my project to certain members of this Imperial Confederation. War will then soon follow..."

Walking around him, Her lowered herself down to sit at the desk in front of her. She took a remote into her hand, pressed a button and put it back down as a metal barrier descended from the ramparts to close and seal the transparisteel screen overlooking New Aldera.

"If that will be all Bastard..."



 
The Bastard received the pin wordlessly. He pinned it to the hem of his cloak with slender fingers, his gaze locked on the woman before him. Her presence carried; stern and in control. Dangerous. But she lacked the stature of a warrior. A perfect depiction of an Imperial Director more familiar with a desk than the blaster, the Bastard expected any danger she posed to take the form of a knife in the back, or more realistically: treachery at a key moment. When his loss was outweighed by potential gain.

He slips curled up. Not into a malign or cruel smile, no. For the briefest moment, the Bastard wore an expression of uncontained enthusiasm. The dire look in his eyes faded as they filled with a mirth unseen in decades. His mind flickered between thoughts of bloody battlefields to moonlit meetings, where information traded hands in quiet plays for power. Again he embroiled himself in the affairs of Empire, an errant blade tooled to slaughter the enemy of this strange and unknowable woman.

For a moment, the Bastard considered Her in the same light he should have Vella Forte. When will Her ambitions become the echani's problem? He knew now he needn't wait for such a day. Creatures like Her were driven to make the sorts of risks an opportunistic mercenary could turn to their advantage. But he was getting ahead of himself. For now, she provided him with an impossible to ignore opportunity.

The chance to once more shatter the seat of the Zambrano. And if the Bastard were lucky, his lithe fingers would know the tender flesh of his kin when he choked the life from their pathetic frames.

"In time I will unveil my project to certain members of this Imperial Confederation. War will then soon follow..."

The Black Knight nodded. He watched Her return to her seat, his earlier mirth banished to the recesses of his mind.

"If that will be all Bastard..."

The Bastard dipped into a slight bow, his arm crossed over his chest.

"Yes, ma'am. I will await your contact regarding the meeting." He offered little else. Protocol demanded the Imperial Knight stand in service to his superior. Any additional assurances went unspoken, both the Bastard and Her intimately aware of what was expected of him under Her employ.

He pivoted and departed the room in an unnatural silence.


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