Forging Imperial Administratum [Metellos-OS Only]

[Darth Hauntruss]

Metellos Central Ecumenopolis-Stratablock Area
[member="Silara"] [member="Tirdarius"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Praelior"]​

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Metellos, the "Coruscant which never was", and yet the powerful hub of economics and Deep Core politics of a lesser sort. The expanding ecumenopolis towered in various urban sprawls and metallic spires. Traffic from around the galaxy and ships from the new empire of the One Sith came and went. Down below the people care little- their lot had seen empires come and go - at the end of the day the changes of the mighty effect little of the common folk. Atop on of the central towering citadel of steel and urban expanse was a once central administrative surveillance building for the world. In the base of its large vestibule halls the was a buzz of work, as Sith Imperial officers and attendants made their way in and out carrying crates and the like. Nearby nervous former employees huddled in self-supporting groups. The core of their suspicions and gossip was the announcement a new management would befall the entire planet.

Marching down a central avenue with a league of officials as his entourage, was a Chiss in imperial uniform, attending to information as flew by on his datapad. Behind him a Labor Trooper escorting a cohort of repulsorlift forklifts approached him. "Chairman we are ready to begin installation of offices." "Very well Captain. You may begin your work." The trooper confirmed and went on his way. As he returned to his datapad, an angry old man with short grey moustached marched up to him with a group of similarly annoyed men behind him.

"Zerg you bastard what have you done!" he shouted. "Ah, Mr. Dagoran. I see you have yet to vacate your offices. I suggest you begin that process before the Supervisory Board arrives." Zerg emotionlessly replied while still attending to the data floating below him. Dagoran, the former head of the private company that occupied the tower and had a sole monopoly on security and administrative operations stepped closer and rested his finger in an accusing point on Zerg's chest. "Damn you! This was not apart of the deal!" Dagoran barked. Zerg paused, and with a complete dead stare coldly replied. "What do you mean. You requested my help in bringing Imperial favor and I have." Dagoran's rage was ignited and he moved to grab Zerg's collar. "You scum, I didn't envision a Sith Imperial take over!" He swung his arm out and gestured to the Imperial Troopers and personnel, "They replaced us you idiot! They have begun to construct their own Imperial operation here! We lost Metellos!" Zerg calmly sighed and rested his hands on Dagoran's hands.

"No Dagoran. You lost Metellos. And this isn't the Imperial Operation for Metellos. This is the new heart of the Sith Administratum." Zerg's words made Dagoran and his comrade's eyes widen. "If you have an complaint to make over this current transitional process then you will have to register it with my directorate." Dagoran's voice went coarse. "Directorate?" Zerg cracked a smile at the discovery Dagoran hadn't heard all of the plans. He would take pleasure in finally crushing his former boss who squandered his talents in pitiful laundering of illegal bribes form the local merhcant lords. "My direct manager and the architect of the Sith Imperial Bureau that will replace you all - Darth Hauntruss." Dagoran stepped backwards, retreating his fists. His voice now even more mute, "Th- the Inquisitorial Warmaster herself? The Purger of Dorin?...Here?" Zerg nodded in a malevolent grin. "W-we... Don't think this is over Zerg." Zerg broke out in a small chuckle, "Oh I hope so. I hope so. You can address your 'reservations' to her and the rest of the Sith Imperial Voices when they arrive to over see the project."

Silence. Zerg loved silence. Silence is the sound of defeated men - men with no hope. Zerg laughed inside his mental analysis. It is the first lesson in bureaucracy and espionage, leave no room for hope. Hope is too much of an unstable variable in his line of work. Returning to his datapad, he popped up a message that materialized into a video. "Chairman, Lady Hauntruss' ship has landed in the back landing port pad." Zerg's smile faded into a professional flat-line. "Understood, I will be there immediately."