Blackwoods growing in fire

[Yoru Shakou]

Mustafar​

Mensix Mining Facility​

Conference Room​

​

​

The Blackwoods, a name that he hadn't remembered until more recently, when he was pulled to the Netherworld and barely returned alive. A name that he had not heard in many years, though it was clear he was some long lost child of the family. The eldest that was somehow alive, even after he had been orphaned. It was likely that some credit grubbing member of the family wanted him out of the picture as a child so their own could take his place. Now though he had a fortune behind him, taken back from those that sought to rob him of it all those years ago. ​

​

Leaning forward, his hands came to rest on the large table, a holographic image of the Terminus System slowly rotated before him as he brought his hands together. Shifting from where he stood, he moved around the table, his eyes never once glancing away from the image of the system. Slowly he brought his hand up, pressing a single button on the side that pulled in closer onto the system, the world of Terminus itself was slowly pulsing, his ultimate goal. ​

​

Though getting from where he was, to there with his plans intact would be the challenge. There were others that would come rushing into the Southern Regions of the Outer Rim Territories. The Lords of the Fringe and the Omega Protectorate were both weakened by what came to be known as the Netherworld Event. Already smaller factions were rising in their own to the East, though it seemed that the newly reformed Techno Union was holding its own and even attempting its own expansion into those territories. ​

​

It would only be a matter of time however until others turned their eyes to these worlds. The One Sith and the Republic to be specific. There would be a rush to make it down the trade spines that connected to the Outer Rim Territories. That's also not to say that there would be others whom would rise on their own worlds, and already he was having trouble with a Mercenary Fleet that was holding onto the past of the Clone Wars, having christened themselves the Open Circle Armada. ​

​

Sighing at the thought, he brought his arms together, crossing one over his chest to use as a prop. His elbow rest upon his forearm as his hand came to brush through his heavy beard of grey. A heavy brow furrowed as he kept his eyes forward upon the system, studying it. He was lucky however, and not that far from those worlds were vessels being built. Having a tie to the Eriadu Shipyard Manufacturing was a great benefit, and they were already churning out new vessels for the Terminus Imperium. ​

​

Looking through the image that was lain out before him, he slowly moved around the table, his heavy cloak brushing and the metal of his clothing making soft scraping noises as he moved. Stepping before the table, his eyes looked towards the doors, watching them as they began to hiss softly, slowly opening to reveal the silhouetted figures before him. ​

​

[member="Vinatia Blackwood"]​

[member="Augustus Blackwood"]​

 

[Ibby]

[member="Tasgetius Blackwood"] [member="Augustus Blackwood"]

Dressed in a gown that was almost as black as her hair, Vinatia sashayed into the room, doing her absolute best to draw attention to herself without making it too obvious -- just as her mother had taught her. It was, after all, important to make her presence known in matters like this, especially considering how much pestering she had done.

"Please, Daddy, Fenri already has so many responsibilities! Let me go to this meeting that Uncle Tasgetius called -- I won't fail you!"

She was on the point of grovelling before her father relented, and so it was that she was here today, with her father's agenda and her own.

And, she was proud to say her steps did not falter when she realised there was hardly anyone present. Ah, well. Vinatia still probably captured everyone's attention.

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the young woman sat down and steeped her hands. "Hello, Uncle Tasgetius," she greeted, making it seem like she had always planned to call him "Uncle". In truth, it was a split-second decision that still left a peculiar feeling in her mouth. After all, it wasn't until recently that she'd learned there was another Blackwood.

Two, actually.

 

[Yoru Shakou]

Mustafar​

Mensix Mining Facility​

Conference Room​

​

Silence...​

​

All that could be heard was the soft humming of the holographic projectors as they displayed the various images they had been programmed to reveal. The Terminus System sat quietly behind Tasgetius, as numerous tables around the perimeter of the room displayed vessels, arms, and armor that had either been developed, constructed or improvements could be made upon. Images flashing by to reveal movement of those persons and enemies of possible interest. Without a single word spoke, the elderly male remained silent and still, his arms crossed over his chest as his eyes befell upon the young woman that made her way into the room. ​

​

Those few others that were focused upon those tables they had huddled around perhaps brought their heads up for a moment; though they were so focused upon their tasks and duties that many paid her no mind, nor a second glance. The voice that filled the room echoed softly as he stepped forward. Listening to her speak as he approached her, his clothing chiming with each step as a light thud upon his thigh made known the presence of the lightsaber that rest upon his belt. ​

​

"There is no need for familial formalities."​

​

His arms slowly dropped from where they had rested for moments before falling upon her shoulders. The older male taking a moment to look her over before he stepped away towards the large table he had been hunched over. He had not spoke another word, merely brought his hand up in a waving manner towards the table he approached. Keeping his eyes upon the image before him now, he was looking over the system. He was not about to allow it to fall into the hands of some upstart mercenaries. Closing his eyes for a moment, they slowly opened once more as he let out a heavy sigh. ​

​

The Open Circle Armada was a problem that weighed heavy upon his brow, and he knew it could be a potential thorn in the side of the Blackwood family if they weren't dealt with in the appropriate manner. For now though that would need to be pushed to the back of his mind. His niece had arrived, yet before anything else was to go forward, he awaited another Blackwood; as there had been so few whom were willing to make the trip, let alone join in on the plans that he had in mind. ​

​

[member="Vinatia Blackwood"]​

[member="Augustus Blackwood"]​