K i n g
THE RAVEN
Tags: @Me | @Myself | @I
Moonlight danced upon Illyria, blessing it with a good deal of light in the late evening. The King of Illyria had concluded court for the day, enjoyed a quiet dinner with his family, and saw his youngest son tucked comfortably into bed in the nursery beside the Royal Couple's bedroom. With Prince Aries resting in his bed and the beautiful Queen,
Alessandra Creed
likely slipping into her evening routine Adron was free to see to certain tasks he had been putting off. Moving down the hall his Royal Guard trailed behind him in a stoic over watch. The hall was well lit with the many illuminators that ran across the baseboards and crown molding. The hall was beautiful mixtures of azure and silver, often with traces of amethyst dashed about. As they moved through the hall, the King's eyes met with an elder man who wore flowing robes of silver and blue. He had a distressed look on his face, yet he still paid respect to his monarch. "Your Grace." He greeted, preparing to move to a knee. Adron did not allow the gesture, holding a hand out to the man to pause him. "Rise. Lord Orion, I did not expect to see you about the palace at this hour?" He said, with a tone of feigned curiosity. "Your Grace, please tell me it is not true." The man said with aged, yet somewhat pleading eyes. "I'd answer with more proficiency if more information was spared." Adron said in a tone that betrayed the subtle amusement within him. The man let out a gruff sound of exasperation. "Your Grace please do not make light of this. If you are injured or Force forbid, captured-" The King began to walk down the hall, gesturing for the aged man to follow beside him. "Lord Orion I have no intention of being captured. In fact I believe this will be a wonderful test run." The elder man arched his brow at his King. "A...test run?" He asked with some curiosity. Adron nodded, his arms flowing to the small of his back as they moved down the hall. "It is rather exasperating, you know? King of Illyria and Exarch of The Confederacy. I can hardly take a trip to the refresher without it making the news. So I decided that for the sake of some of my more...personal projects I will craft a new profile to operate under while handling matters that may complicate my stations." The Elder man seemed to understand, however he could not respond to his King's words with anything that would change his mind, so he remained silent.
Adron led the man to the servants wing of the palace. It was understandably busy. A number of the nightly cleaning crews were preparing for their shifts and even some of the Breakfast Kitchen staff were already up so they could prepare for the early morning meals prepared for the staff and servants of the palace. Those they passed would bow their head in deep respect for the King and his Lord. They continued on to the servants library where the King briefly checked to ensure none were inside. He led the Lord to a shelf and pulled at a book, causing the bookcase to slowly fold back into a hidden passageway. The Lord's face showed a carefully surprised expression while the King chuckled softly. "You can't imagine how many of these are hidden within the palace." He said, leading the Lord down, his guard trailing behind silently.
The passageway led down to a small lab, with a number of medical and logistical droids hovering about the room. The lab contained a number of fabrication terminals as well as a few holotables. There was a bacta tank and a number of glass cases with an array of specialized armor suits. "Aside from The Queen and my Guard you will be the only one to know this identity I am crafting. The Raven." he said, approaching one of the cases and gesturing to it with a brief flourish of the hand. At the base of the case were two lightsabers crossed over each other and bound together with a metallic clasp. The Elder man's lips fell open as he realized the King's intentions, however shallow his understanding may be. "You intend to move about the galaxy as this...Raven?" He asked, causing Adron's lips to turn into a slight smile. Adron nodded, before turning to a nearby terminal and tapping into it. "Here." He said, causing the screen to display over twenty images. Each one was a face, a person of different origin, color, and gender. Each one was independent of the other, creating an array of individuals. "Aliases I can use. People I've secretly captured to serve as counter-identities." He said, running a hand over a number of the faces. "A few of them are changelings."
"Adron Malvern is not the Raven. These people are the Raven." He said, gesturing to the faces, causing the Lord to dryly chuckle. "And you are these people."
"But they are not me." The King retorted. He gestured over to a nearby table. "I have devices that can physically change my appearance if needs be." He said, running a hand along his well shaven chin. "As well as body-doubles that can be utilized while I am out indulging this identity. My already rampant travel rates will serve as a perfect cover." He said, before walking over to another table that held an array of small devices. He pulled one of them, a kind of skin-tight off-grey glove. "This can rewrite fingerprints." His hand fell to another device, a small orb. "A less favorite of mine...allows vocal modulation." He told the man. The Elder had been one of few on Illyria privy of the impending attack on the Galactic Alliance. While Adron had learned of the ordeal from contacts in the galaxy, it was not common knowledge and what little was known was being dismissed as rumor.
"My King I really must protest..." The Lord said. Adron set the device down before turning and arching a brow at the man. "I will not be adjusting my mind on this. Worry not, my outings will be minimal. I need only use them to verify a number of things and ensure things progress as I need, nothing more." He explained.
The King walked over to the case and smirked, there was a second uniform that was very similar. However it was not the uniform of the Raven. It was something more. The Lord of House Orion spotted the Kings gaze and asked carefully. "Not for you, I assume?" He asked, causing Adron to chuckle a bit. "No. Potentially it is for Faye Malvern . However, only time will tell." The King turned back to his new armor, tapping a button the case came open and the suit of armor was extended down by a single mechanical arm. Adron took hold of the suit of armor, before turning his eyes towards the man before him. "Well. I think I'll try it on..."
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