Allanteen VI - 1800
Over a century and half ago, Allanteen had been one of the numerous Imperial shipyards in use by the Galactic Empire. Although it would never compare with the likes of the Kuat yards, it still produced a range of spacecraft, including Imperial Star Destroyers and everything in between. As time passed, the planet found itself isolated and withdrawn from the political stage entirely, only venturing within its local sphere to protect its interests. Surely there would be pain points that could be exploited, once they were uncovered.
By the end of the trip, Caelian had hoped to bring yet another world into the fold of the empire, its vast population and production capacity was heavily underutilised as a neutral party and could no longer be ignored.
Whether this would be achieved by subterfuge or diplomacy, well that hadn't been decided yet. Caelian sat quietly on a velvet lined chair outside a small local café overlooking an expanse of city that never seemed to end. Wearing a simple yet well-designed suit, he'd wait until company had arrived before ordering anything for himself.
His companion for the mission was somewhat of a mystery thus far, having heard only small tasty morsels of information about the Annwfyn, but on all accounts positive. If they were going to sweet talk anyone, it made sense that the politically minded noble Caerllion of Cyfnos would make a handsome ally.
Perhaps he would have some insight as to how best to apply his strengths to the task at hand, Caelian himself wasn't entirely fussed how they went about it, but it would do them some good to at least get to know each other a little before embarking.
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