The Emperor was once again reading in his library. There were many reports -mostly from the security bureau- he still needed to get to, but for some reason an old 'Treatise of Will' had caught his interest. The walls were lined with datapads holding a digital library of philosophical treatises on politics, war and religion as well as many biographies of otherwise famous or important people. On the table in the lowered seating arrangement in the middle of the room was a bottle of Raxus Cognac, which was especially distilled to specifically please the Emperor's tastebuds. Davik, however, preferred to stand and at times when he lifted his eyes he would look over the skyline of his ever-growing capital city. Now, from his palace, both the headquarters of the Imperial Security Bureau and that of Imperial Czerka were recognizable and that pleased him immensily.
He had summoned Knight-Captain Atrix to the palace. Ever since the disappearance of Lord-Commander Wodan, the knight-captain had served as an interim of the missing Zabrak and done so admirably. The Emperor worried about a single thing: Atrix' former allegiances to the Sith Order. If she hadn't been mired in controversy and bad judgment, he would have preferred someone like Knight-Captain Demici ascending to Lord-Commander, if only because she always adamantly denied having been a member of the Sith Order.
Perhaps it was commendable that Atrix owned up to his past mistakes and poor judgement. To determine that, Davik had decided he should see and speak with the man himself. After all, the Lord-Commander of the Imperial Knights reported to the Emperor directly. He would need to trust Atrix completely for this to work as it should.
"Damnit," Davik signed and lowered the datapad, "can't even read a book anymore." The worries and the many things he needed to stay abrest of and plan for occupied his mind too thoroughly to focus on this 'Treatise of Will' after all, reagrdless of how interesting the subject matter. He hoped that after today he'd have one less worry to occupy his mind.
As if on cue an Imperial staffer appeared and informed him that Knight-Captain Atrix had arrived at the palace and was being escorted to the library, or the throneroom if the Emperor was so inclined. "Here is fine, this isn't a state visit." Kriff, that would complicate it even further. If Atrix, like the Grand Marshal, was a King of non-imperial planets in his own right. Allegiances were fragile.
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