T A I N T E D
P O W E R
HIGH REGENT OF THE FINAL DAWN
BILBRINGI SHIPYARDS | DEEP CORE
The Grand Moff of Bilbringi.
Sularen had long assured the Supreme Council of her importance in the subversion of the Core, preaching her capability for administration and her orthodox Imperial nature. The High Regent was intrigued, but not impressed.
Achievements yes, but the word of his Chief Minister alone was not nearly enough to guarantee the Chiss a voice in the cacophony set to reshape the galaxy. Her biology alone sent shockwaves through his fledgling circle of advisors, with his knowledge of the Supreme Ruler's approval equally in doubt.
Derix's arrival on board the historic shipyard was marked by the emergence of crimson-clad stormtroopers, marching in perfect unison to the room where the Grand Moff would meet the High Regent. He himself was clad in the usual white uniform adorned with the symbol of Final Dawn and a all silver rank bar directly above his heart. Clinging metal hung beneath his throat, where a dangling Final Dawn emblem found it's home.
As the Grand Moff entered, he meet her with a widened smile, his crystal blue eyes piercing into her soul. An extended hand met her person. "A pleasure to finally meet you"
"I hate foreplay" He admitted. "I would prefer us to get straight to business"
