Imperial Palace
Bastion
Sartinaynian System
Braxant Sector
Evening Hour
It was a social gathering of an unprecedented scale of the era, a meeting of the elite, and of the ordinary. The rich and the powerful, the influential and the extraordinary gathered from across Imperial space. From the Grand Moffs of the farthest reaches of the Northern Galactic Rim, to the most accomplished of admirals and generals patrolling the border worlds, the Empire's favored children were all called together, to Bastion. To the Imperial Royal Palace. It was the center of the affairs of the Galactic Empire, the hub of all that ran and organized the vast government and its interests. It was without comparison, without equal. It was the pride of the Empire, and the seat of power for the Sith.
But it was not them alone, the rich and the powerful. Others answered the call of Bastion. Common soldiers and military men, low level officials and others within the Empire's backbone came to doors of the Imperial Palace. Within the very inner workings of the foundations of the palace patrolled the omnipresent eyes of the Nova Guard - the most elite warriors the Galactic Empire had produced, and the Galactic Emperor's personal guardsmen. In the heavens above loomed a security fleet, bolstered ever more by the presence of the occasion.
The grand halls within the palace were lavished in decor and carpets, furnished as a palace of royalty to be awed. Columns carved from pure aurodim, and floors of obsidian and marble. Carpets of the finest pelts and furs of the most exotic of beasts. It was the event of the Empire, and of their allies, the Chiss Ascendency. Two empires, one alliance toward one common goal. The Imperial Convention had begun.