- Joined
- Dec 9, 2015
- Messages
- 208
- Reaction score
- 73
A dark ship, deep in the outer rim, loomed over a nameless dead world. It was the Equilibrium, current home of the Fulcrum. The deep voice of Elder Matteus Robell boomed through the dimly lit halls of the ship. "Brothers and sisters! Convene in the war room as soon as possible! It's time to plan our next move." Summoned, the various members of the Fulcrum began to head towards one of the communal areas of the ship, designated as the war room. The ship wasn't particularly large, though its highly modified interior gave the ship a more homely flow. The Fulcrum had been working tirelessly since it's genesis, over 8 years ago, seeking to restore balance to the force by seizing power from the hands of zealots such as the Jedi and the Sith; so far, the group had managed to do so without their knowledge. One of the larger rooms on the ship, the war-room housed a large, ring-shaped table. In the center of that ring was a large space for holographic projection and, surrounding it, there were walls covered in maps and a plethora of different plans. Various members of the order began to arrive in the war room, filling out most of the seats at the table. Elder Robell, a tall and grizzly looking Bothan, stood in the center of the room, watching on patiently as everyone took their seats. "Come on all, hurry it up. We've got work to do."
Aizahk, practicing sword form in his chambers, smiled slightly at the sound of his old master's summons. A warrior of the Order, following the way of the Templar, he was eager to test his skills out in the field. Although he hoped to see some field-work, he didn't necessarily expect to. After all, the operations of the Fulcrum tended to be highly covert. Even should he be sent as escort, it was unlikely they would be angling for combat. Sheathing his lightsaber and quickly donning his robes, he began to slowly make his way towards the war-room. Striding through the corridors, he watched as various members of the Order scurried and rushed past him; he greeted many of them as they did. It didn't take long for Aizahk to reach the war-room and take a seat himself.