The Griffin of Vandemar
NEW HORIZONS - PART I
Aurelian stood in the dome of the Eternal Throne room, on the far left side of the podium itself, not having climbed any of the stairs as he observed the outside. Clouds cozying the city-spires of Zakuul, the red moon on lowering on the horizon as the world kept turning as it had for hundreds of thousands of years. Above the world was a lot of activity. Trade ships, ranging from small freights to large cargo ships came and went away again, bringing their goods and taking other goods away again. His ascension and business connections made the world a growing hub of trade with the Unknown Regions and Wild Space. His domains basically had performed a pincer movement on that trade axis outside the regulated Alliance space. A pincer, the smile would never reach his lips, but he liked the idea.
Above the trade and commerce shipping lay a portion of his Eternal Fleet. Not the crude imperial navy that Kalidan had instated, no, these were actual GEMINI ships, sitting in formation and guarding the world as well as presenting a martial obstacle to any challenger. Anchored near the Spire itself was the entirety of Task Force Valkorion, including the venerable Phalanx, having returned to its birthplace for the first time in millennia. A ship as old as him, few years his junior, but still old.
Since Tion he knew that the remnants of the New Imperial Order, rather Old, would continue their stubborn path of defiance and isolation, their minds as unchanged and unadaptable than a piece of wood and growing as slowly. They were not ready to move on and they had outlived their purpose to him. Individual systems and warlords would still be of use to his cause, but overall there was nothing left to invest other than for the sake of profit and influence. His eyes were firmly set on the new Empire and the Outer Rim.
But now that Aurelian could easily walk freely from the narrow fields of a realm-no-more, he had decided to see if there was another who could be useful. Hence why he had extended an open invitation to the High-Regent of the Final Dawn, Marlon Sularen to join him on Zakuul for a meeting. There were no pre-requisites to his visit, nor any warnings or limitations - if he decided to show up with a fleet, he may well do so.
The Master of Zakuul looked towards the stars, waiting for his guest to arrive.