Somewhere in Chiss Space, the Unknown Regions
The story of the vanquished was always one most pitiable, of commiseration. One could applaud their bravery in the face of defeat and regret the loss of life at their last stand, but that was all. A name on a gravestone, only to be forgotten the very next day.
Ronan did not desire pity, and he did not want to die alongside the vanquished. He wanted to live among the vanquishers, those who fought until victory was within their grasp and would settle for nothing less. History would look kindly on them, and they would not be reduced to men most pitiable in the eyes of their descendants.
This was the beginning for Ronan. His first of—hopefully—many battles.
Admiral Huri’soket’cin was in a particularly difficult situation, one that he would never have been able to resolve if it were not for the Sith. Ronan did not like the Admiral, one of the many superiors who'd spurned his attempts at advancement over the years.
Even Ronan, however, could appreciate the unique position the Admiral had been placed in. With a daughter of his own, Ronan was able to imagine all too well the suffering these pirates had put the aged Admiral in. He'd practically groveled at the feet of Sah'ra Ryun, begging her to save his daughter.
Of course, had the Admiral practiced what he preached, he would never have been put into this predicament, and his daughter's fate would not rest in the hands of pirates and thieves. The Admiral's hypocrisy knew no bounds, and Ronan would gladly have released his pent up frustration on the man if the opportunity ever presented itself.
Hands pressed behind his back, Ronan let out a long sigh. He stood in the bridge of the Nesuto Class Carrier, watching the expanse of space that stretched before him. The Chiss had navigated the Sith fleet through the Unknown Regions to Chiss Space, per their agreement.
Now it was time to see what the Sith Empire and its forces were capable of.
@Sin