Kalladrrl
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There was always something else to do, and the War Master’s time and attention was the greatest currency he could offer to those who had supported him. And so here he was again, in the early evening of local time in the space around Botajef, assisting the ambition of Head Warden Xornoth Sk’ar, and again, he was charged with managing a piece of the larger operation. The give-and-take between the most powerful players in the Empire was a dance Kalladrrl was learning well as he settled further and further into his executive position; sometimes it could be a drag but maintaining cohesion among the ranks of those with a military bend was a concern of his.
His belt and his two modified lightsabers were in place, along with a string of grenades lining his belt; Kalladrrl judged that it helped regular army troops keep their connection to him, and he never knew when grenades would come in handy. Both of his gauntlets had been checked and rechecked, including the Gauntlet itself, the artifact that magnified his power to unheard of levels. His helmet sealed his battle armor and a black cloak finely trimmed with gold thread completed the War Master’s ensemble. The Wookiee gestured to an array of inner earpieces. He’d done this enough times to always bring a way for those who worked with him to understand his words in Galactic Basic.
It was just easier than getting mad at the help when they didn’t read their mission briefing and expected to play charades or holophone on a critical Sith mission.
He smiled inside the helmet as he thought of how Vex had lost contact during the development of their Force bond and had electrocuted a whole streetful of Sarkan soldiers to find him. He lamented internally that she was not here to assert Imperial control on these customs officials.
Instead, a subordinate of hers accompanied him. Another one of the Champions of the Empress, but not the Champion as he was: Vash Windrider. Lots of work done with many of the Eternal’s servants. The other was less known, but Legion. Kalladrrl had a special spot in his heart for Legionnaires over other Imperial soldiery. Serenneese planetary defense troopers were all well and good, but the rugged attitude and derring-do of the Legion was unmanaged anywhere in the galaxy.
Kalladrrl couldn't help but notice both humans were black of hair and bearded, despite coming from different planets and cultures. Ironic.
He stood before them in the rear bay of the transport ship, forty Judgement soldiers arrayed to accompany them.
“Gentlemen,” he said to the Nightbringer and the Lieutenant, “our destination approaches. Our allies within the Judgement have put together dossiers on high ranking custom officials with well-established patterns of graft and corruption of their position.” The Wookiee harrumphed throatily, the vocabulated voice of his protocol droid unable to translate such a vocalization. “Detestable. We’re going to set them straight and take control of this station, either apprehending these rotten officials and giving them over to the Empress’ justice, or sending them to a final judgement from which there can be no return.” The War Master flexed his Gauntleted hand, beginning to gather the Force through it into himself.
@Taz @Nommie @Xorism
His belt and his two modified lightsabers were in place, along with a string of grenades lining his belt; Kalladrrl judged that it helped regular army troops keep their connection to him, and he never knew when grenades would come in handy. Both of his gauntlets had been checked and rechecked, including the Gauntlet itself, the artifact that magnified his power to unheard of levels. His helmet sealed his battle armor and a black cloak finely trimmed with gold thread completed the War Master’s ensemble. The Wookiee gestured to an array of inner earpieces. He’d done this enough times to always bring a way for those who worked with him to understand his words in Galactic Basic.
It was just easier than getting mad at the help when they didn’t read their mission briefing and expected to play charades or holophone on a critical Sith mission.
He smiled inside the helmet as he thought of how Vex had lost contact during the development of their Force bond and had electrocuted a whole streetful of Sarkan soldiers to find him. He lamented internally that she was not here to assert Imperial control on these customs officials.
Instead, a subordinate of hers accompanied him. Another one of the Champions of the Empress, but not the Champion as he was: Vash Windrider. Lots of work done with many of the Eternal’s servants. The other was less known, but Legion. Kalladrrl had a special spot in his heart for Legionnaires over other Imperial soldiery. Serenneese planetary defense troopers were all well and good, but the rugged attitude and derring-do of the Legion was unmanaged anywhere in the galaxy.
Kalladrrl couldn't help but notice both humans were black of hair and bearded, despite coming from different planets and cultures. Ironic.
He stood before them in the rear bay of the transport ship, forty Judgement soldiers arrayed to accompany them.
“Gentlemen,” he said to the Nightbringer and the Lieutenant, “our destination approaches. Our allies within the Judgement have put together dossiers on high ranking custom officials with well-established patterns of graft and corruption of their position.” The Wookiee harrumphed throatily, the vocabulated voice of his protocol droid unable to translate such a vocalization. “Detestable. We’re going to set them straight and take control of this station, either apprehending these rotten officials and giving them over to the Empress’ justice, or sending them to a final judgement from which there can be no return.” The War Master flexed his Gauntleted hand, beginning to gather the Force through it into himself.
@Taz @Nommie @Xorism