Imperial Despot
Location: Aboard the NIV Ave Imperator - Niruaun Orbit - Grand Moff Korvan’s Command Office
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Siyndacha Aerin
It was not often that Ignacious took time from his busy schedule to meet with those he did not absolutely need to meet with; or at least those who he deemed it worthwhile to meet with at all. Today, he would engage in a meeting that fell within the latter category. During the diplomatic fiasco that took place on Kestri, there was a point in time in which the Grand Moff believed the lives of both himself and those with him were in jeopardy.
The Warlord of the Enclave, in his brashness, had ordered the seizure of the entire Imperial delegation due to a series of events that had, to the Enclave’s credit, appeared very badly for the Empire. While Ignacious had not lied upon the Lord Regent questioning whether or not he knew of the deployment of special forces operatives into the city of Tor Valum itself, it also did not surprise him they were deployed either.
But whomever had given that order had made a gross miscalculation in both timing and the manner in which the infiltration was to take place. To engage in such a highly sensitive operation while non combatants were engaging in a diplomatic meeting was the epitome of nonsense and improper planning. And of course, there was the false flag attack made by renegade Imperial naval personnel; the majority of whom had either died in the fighting or committed suicide when nearly captured. To cap it all off, it would seem that Director Vethres had mysteriously disappeared, with some rumoring he was the victim of a successful assassination attempt.
Something stank in the center of the Empire, and it was raising Korvan’s hackles. He had formed the Death Mask outfit for this very reason, and thus far they had proven their value exponentially on Kestri alone - but so did others who were present. Despite Korvan’s well known distaste for force users (largely due to his relationship with his lord father and in his mistrust of Lucien Dooku), he was preparing himself to receive one of the famed Imperial Knights in his private office.
Regardless of his personal feelings, the Grand Moff could not dispute the valuable role the Knights served within the Empire - particularly for their ability to emerge from volatile situations alive. While the diplomatic summit had not ultimately resulted in a bloody end, Korvan had little doubt that Siyndacha Aerin and others of her order who accompanied the entourage would have done much to prevent whatever nefarious deeds Romul Saxon had in mind.
It was strange how misdeeds and unfortunate events yielded opportunity - even in the form of a seemingly innocuous meeting between a grateful Grand Moff and an Imperial Knight Errant who stood at his side. But even as he examined his form in a mirror, inspecting his uniform for any defect in the waxing minutes preceding Siyndacha’s arrival, Korvan mulled over the topics he wished to cover either directly or indirectly - as well as the potential their conversation would hold.
