- Joined
- Dec 4, 2016
- Messages
- 83
- Reaction score
- 35
Vaqor System - Sith Space
Vetas Malin sat idly in the conference chamber of his palace on Vanqor, his mind abuzz for a multitude of reasons. The more distant yet far more pressing matters of not only the Empire's loss of Ithor, but of their planned movements in the continuation of the war. A voice fell even further from his divided attention as he turned his gaze to the window overlooking the courtyard outside. Troopers and servants both bustling about in their own way in making sure the palace was protected and running smoothly. The outer turret defense grid generally kept the still-aggressive Gundarks at bay, however occasionally one weaseled it's way just a bit too close for comfort. Proceeding to get a bit lost in thought, in the early years of his time overseeing Vanqor, Vetas had found it almost a necessity to study the galaxy's most famous example of defensive cities against the local wildlife in the city of Iziz of Onderon. While the things the cities on Vanqor and Onderon were only similar enough to warrant adapting some general ideas from what he could glean of Iziz's layout through pictures, a brief snippet of actual schematic here or there and the occasional useful personal recounting of someone on the Holonet seeing them for the first time. Nonetheless, the study had lent invaluable information to his cause in it's early days and now all the major cities of Vanqor were all but impregnable to the local fauna and-.....
The faded out voice, and more precisely it's owner, cemented his fate when he cleared his throat loudly and abruptly enough to snap Vetas from his reverie. Vetas was now wearing his armor, and as such the man dressed in proper formal Imperial attire had the pleasure of seeing his gaze narrow a bit in aggravation before he sniffed and tilted his chin up at Vetas. "AS I was saying, Sith, the designation of 'Moff' of a planet is deemed no longer suitable for one of...your kind. As mysticism and hokey religions have no place in the bureaucracy of our glorious Empire." Smiling snidely at Vetas the man brought up a datapad "As such, Moffs are to oversee the day-to-day activities of the planet's well-being, not waste our time with your... experiments." The man, Argus Tel'Dar if Vetas recalled correctly, narrowed his eyes right back and stood "As such, you are relieved of your position as Moff of Vanqor and I am to take your pla-......" The man stopped speaking, his face turning red as he clutched at his throat and Vetas simply stared him in the eyes before he too stood as Argus lifted off of the ground and his face took on a more purple-ish hue.
Walking calmly, arms laced behind his back and attention now more-so on the door out of the room did Vetas nod at the troopers who had made no move to interfere, they were loyal to him after all. As Argus struggled for his last few breathes did Vetas speak, calmly, coldly, to him. "A rousing little speech... however, I have much more important matters to attend to MOFF Argus. As such, I will make sure your replacement is aware of everything you just told me." With a sudden wrenching and a sharp SNAP did Argus' neck break and Vetas took a moment to murmur "Dismissed." before motioning for the two troopers to take the body and toss it to the Gundarks in their custody.
Once outside of the conference room, Vetas took a moment to wonder as to whether or not Darth Trepidus had seen and/or accepted his invitation. ( @Crim )
He had hoped the promise of unveiling some of his research would coax the bookish Darth away from her test tubes and beakers long enough to appraise some... interesting ideas of his. Nonetheless, as his eyes fell on the surrounding countryside of Vanqor from the courtyard atop his palace, he felt a sense of restlessness at what the Empire could possibly get into next.
Vetas Malin sat idly in the conference chamber of his palace on Vanqor, his mind abuzz for a multitude of reasons. The more distant yet far more pressing matters of not only the Empire's loss of Ithor, but of their planned movements in the continuation of the war. A voice fell even further from his divided attention as he turned his gaze to the window overlooking the courtyard outside. Troopers and servants both bustling about in their own way in making sure the palace was protected and running smoothly. The outer turret defense grid generally kept the still-aggressive Gundarks at bay, however occasionally one weaseled it's way just a bit too close for comfort. Proceeding to get a bit lost in thought, in the early years of his time overseeing Vanqor, Vetas had found it almost a necessity to study the galaxy's most famous example of defensive cities against the local wildlife in the city of Iziz of Onderon. While the things the cities on Vanqor and Onderon were only similar enough to warrant adapting some general ideas from what he could glean of Iziz's layout through pictures, a brief snippet of actual schematic here or there and the occasional useful personal recounting of someone on the Holonet seeing them for the first time. Nonetheless, the study had lent invaluable information to his cause in it's early days and now all the major cities of Vanqor were all but impregnable to the local fauna and-.....
The faded out voice, and more precisely it's owner, cemented his fate when he cleared his throat loudly and abruptly enough to snap Vetas from his reverie. Vetas was now wearing his armor, and as such the man dressed in proper formal Imperial attire had the pleasure of seeing his gaze narrow a bit in aggravation before he sniffed and tilted his chin up at Vetas. "AS I was saying, Sith, the designation of 'Moff' of a planet is deemed no longer suitable for one of...your kind. As mysticism and hokey religions have no place in the bureaucracy of our glorious Empire." Smiling snidely at Vetas the man brought up a datapad "As such, Moffs are to oversee the day-to-day activities of the planet's well-being, not waste our time with your... experiments." The man, Argus Tel'Dar if Vetas recalled correctly, narrowed his eyes right back and stood "As such, you are relieved of your position as Moff of Vanqor and I am to take your pla-......" The man stopped speaking, his face turning red as he clutched at his throat and Vetas simply stared him in the eyes before he too stood as Argus lifted off of the ground and his face took on a more purple-ish hue.
Walking calmly, arms laced behind his back and attention now more-so on the door out of the room did Vetas nod at the troopers who had made no move to interfere, they were loyal to him after all. As Argus struggled for his last few breathes did Vetas speak, calmly, coldly, to him. "A rousing little speech... however, I have much more important matters to attend to MOFF Argus. As such, I will make sure your replacement is aware of everything you just told me." With a sudden wrenching and a sharp SNAP did Argus' neck break and Vetas took a moment to murmur "Dismissed." before motioning for the two troopers to take the body and toss it to the Gundarks in their custody.
Once outside of the conference room, Vetas took a moment to wonder as to whether or not Darth Trepidus had seen and/or accepted his invitation. ( @Crim )
He had hoped the promise of unveiling some of his research would coax the bookish Darth away from her test tubes and beakers long enough to appraise some... interesting ideas of his. Nonetheless, as his eyes fell on the surrounding countryside of Vanqor from the courtyard atop his palace, he felt a sense of restlessness at what the Empire could possibly get into next.