Emryc was waging a war on the Sith and the galaxy knew it. He didn’t lift a finger, he didn’t put his old armor on, he just made a few calls. And the Sith Empire was being brought down to its knees. The half Sephi was a man that played the long game. He was patient, and his contacts and networks from over two decades ago were coming in handy. Not only did he grow in power and influence, but he ensured that his allies did the same. Those initial investments were now bearing fruit and the Sith were feeling the brunt of it.
Though handling a war was stressful, Emryc was surprisingly concerned about his son. He had called the boy virtually every night to check on him, though always under the pretense of some reason other than the fact that he was attached. It was a strange sensation, but he wouldn’t let it distract him from the war.
He wanted to tie up any loose ends, and this was one he hadn’t addressed yet. Emryc was adorned in a simple button down and jeans, sporting stubble that was slightly a bit more unkempt than his norm. He was in an office in one of the luxury corporate buildings on Christophsis. He didn’t come here frequently, and this floor was largely empty to allow him plenty of privacy. Tiamat would be able to arrive right to the office without much issue.
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