Things were going well.
Raekkar was steadily growing, Yidhra had been silenced for now, and the Legion of the Damned was quickly mobilizing it's forces. The Empire had already dubbed them as part of themselves, recognizing the potential they held and drawing them closer. It was only a matter of time before Tyrian himself proved invaluable to the cause, though he knew that would still take a few months.
That was the key to his work, patience. It was something he well understood, and something that he was well built for. Time was always on his side. A small smile touched Tyrian's lips, the amusement hidden by the mask upon his face. His hand came up to grab the railing above him, the ship shaking slightly as they dropped through the atmosphere and towards the planet below.
The meeting he was holding today was an important one, specifically geared towards the cause. Though Raekkar was doing well and it's production was through the roof since the installment of the new factory facilities, things were still somewhat...shaky. Most of the things Raekkar produced were earmarked for the Sith Empire's Military or the Legion itself, making dispersal...difficult.
It was a small obstacle to his plan, one he intended on correcting today.
Tyrian needed to sow dissent within certain sectors, and in order to sow that dissent he needed weapons. It was a simply problem, one that would be gone by the end of the day. His grip tightened as the ship lurched once more, the landing struts pressing into the soft earth below.
Edited by Tyrian, 12 August 2017 - 04:20 PM.