Diplomacy first, then we use the hammer, Dominion of Bosph

[Breanna Volsh]

Planet Bosph​

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If there was anything that the Shadow Empire needed it was natural resources. Bosph offered them what they needed. This however would not be a mission of aggression, this mission was one of negotiation. What could they offer Bosph that would entice them to join the Shadow Empire and serve as the world that made sure they were fed.

The Council with its many facets of opinion would be going to discuss with the leaders of Bosph exactly why it was a good idea to join the empire. Breanna Volsh, the Shadow Empress herself stood silently with her hands clasped behind her back. Normally she would wear something that showed her Zeltron upbringing, something soft that shimmered, and give hints to the shape of curve of her body. The Shadow Emperor had been known to say things to the guards when she walked through. To alleviate a guard from being punished she was now wearing things that were a little more dense.

This dress that she wore was one of those new things. It still clung to her frame like a glove but it also di did not reveal anything from beneath.

The council of nine was on board each in their individual cabins preparing for a meeting to put their ideas together on how to convince the leadership of Bosph to join with them. A plan of action was needed, a commitment to the action, and an oath to be said.

 

[CC-420 "Doc"]

Doc restrained a sigh as he accompanied [member="Breanna Volsh"] into the chambers where the meeting was to take place. This was a game he'd placed before in the Confederacy, getting all dressed up simply to serve as security for a very uneventful diplomatic meeting. Being a former Dreadguard had apparently landed him on the top of the Empire's list for security, something about force users not being able to sense intentions. These sorts of things rarely went south and Doc hadn't attended one thus far that had. So after entering the room he did as he so often did at such functions and took his place opposite the system's own security. Someone who while smaller in stature no doubt represented one of the more elite fighters the local government had to offer. A double action slug thrower sat in a holster on his hip and he adopted an emotionally neutral facial expression for the duration.

His new dress uniform fit quite snugly but gave him a slight pang of nostalgia.

They were certainly eerily to those the Dreadguard had worn.

 

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[member="CC-420 Doc"] [member="Breanna Volsh"]

Tk was notably absent from the meeting. Given that he hated diplomacy and was a man of action he had deferred the invitation leaving the wimpy diplomacy thing to Doc and the rest. Instead he was in the hangars of the Fleet, stripping and cleaning his rifle. Around the hangar some of the other Shadow Empire marines went back and forth in a card game, and yet more lounged atop their rucksack, half asleep.

TK shook his head as he watched the lazy marines. If there was no action today he would be disappointed and he knew his men would be too.

He could have run around all crazy kicking rucksacks and waking soldiers like a rabid dog, but that was not his command style. TK was the most laid back Sergeant this lot had had apparently, as they seemed for once to be enjoying their new found freedoms, which was good for morale.

There was only three things TK asked his men for. Discipline, Ferocity, and to not be Jacked up when command came down for inspection. Other than that he left them alone...