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[Marlon Sularen]

F O R G I N G_I M P E R I A L_B O N D S

DARK EMPIRE
NYRIAAN, MID RIM

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Throughout the past few decades, Marlon Sularen had built quite the list of rivals and enemies, some of which had faded into obscurity, others who remained active with some even bouncing back and forth between both statuses. Most recently the Warlord of the Empire had found himself under the captivity of some of his oldest rivals within the Core Worlds in the form of the Corellian Confederation and the Forgotten Sons, both seeking to subject him to their twisted and deluded form of justice for whatever crime they thought Sularen had committed. While he was imprisoned, the Imperial Warlord took the time to reflect on what lead to his situation and what he needed to do in order to avoid, and naturally came to the obvious conclusion that he had ignored his many rivals while leading campaigns against the Galactic Alliance.

Now that he was back within the Empire, Sularen sought to retaliate against those who had imprisoned and tortured him, from the two Jedi who captured him, to the Corellians who sought him out and the Corellian Belters that had imprisoned and tortured him for all those weeks. No longer could the Warlord of the Empire allow people and organizations to directly undermine and challenge him, especially while he had vast responsibilities within the Dark Empire. During his absence, so much opportunities had risen that the Empire could have taken advantage of, opportunities that he would have stepped forward to take advantage of without hesitation, but now that would no longer be the case. With Sularen at the helm of the Imperial Military, the Empire would regain it's lost momentum while those who stood against the Imperial Warlord would be annihilated into oblivion condemned to fade into obscurity and irrelevance.

However if Sularen was to succeed in dismantling his rivals and defeating the Alliance, the Warlord of the Empire would need allies both inside and outside the Empire in order to more effectively handle the many obstacles he would face in this endeavor. Having heard of the recent exploits of the new Moff of Nyriaan, Evner Braxiatel upon his ascension to the Moffship of Nyriaan along with the fact that he had been among the party that had freed him, the Warlord sought to approach him first, viewing his commitment to the Empire and willingness to fight on the frontlines as qualities that would make him both a trustworthy and reliable associate in his upcoming campaigns.

Thus, Sularen would head for Nyriaan, soon arriving at the Imperial headquarters on the tropical world eager to meet with Moff Braxiatel so that they could discuss about the many topics and ideas that the Warlord had in mind. If everything went as planned, it would only be a matter of time before Moff Braxiatel could be convinced to be brought into the fold.

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[Moff Evner Braxiatel]

NYRIAAN
Imperial Headquarters

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Moff Braxiatel admitedly didn't know much about Marlon Sularen until he was rescued. Of course, he knew the Warlord's reputation, the myth created by the Dark Empire and their legion of propagandists. But he never got the interest to investigate the man behind the stories until now. Using his credentials as Moff, he eagerly prepared the Warlord's profile before his unexpected visit. It wouldn't take much research to see Sularen's basic ideological contradiction, which is part of every other Imperial not resolutely embracing the Imperial Cabal: the contradiction between the Sith and Imperial ideology. Order and chaos, fighting within every Imperial's mind to achieve hegemony over the other. Before his research, Braxiatel knew for a fact Sularen fought at Tython, alongside Despot Korvan, where the Imperial ideology suffered a fatal blow from the Sith. It clearly marked the downfall of the values shown in the New Imperial Order. Looking at it with the vision of today, it only made sense the Sith participated, by action of neglection, in Korvan's death. Rumors running deep for the ones who saught them also corroborated this information. In the moment of battle, what side did Sularen take: the Emperor's, or the Empire's?

When the Warlord's shuttle finally arrived, everybody was to follow the meticulously planned pattern: a committee consisting of five commandos would escort him to the Moff's headquarters, where every piece of technology that could record their conversation was not only kept offline, but turned off and unplugged from their source, the walls as thick and sound-proof as one could get. There was no art, no decoration, no mere sign of luxury inside the Moff's office, but a place that would match the most secretive, cold ISB base. There were no windows, no red carpet, nothing that would resemble a livable place. Just a brutish, rustic room with unplugged cameras, holoprojectors, a climatizer -Nyriaan was 40 degress celsius on average, after all-, a table stuck to the floor with an unplugged terminal at its side, a chair made of steel to support Moff Braxiatel's heavy armor without breaking, and a weapons locker behind the chair, made to blend with the walls, almost imperceptible.

This time, a gesture simply wasn't needed to dismiss his troops, they left the moment the Warlord was secured within the Moff's office. Evner seemed to scan Sularen's face. Instead of taking initiative, or greeting the man, the Moff waited in silence for the Imperial to present himself, his intention and needs. The Moff, a warrior by nature, was indeed very intolerant against the two-faced words of politics. He, as the Warlord could perceive, couldn't care less for presentation, or making his visitors well-accomodated.

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Marlon Sularen


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[Marlon Sularen]

F O R G I N G_I M P E R I A L_B O N D S

DARK EMPIRE
NYRIAAN, MID RIM

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As Sularen took his seat facing Moff Braxiatel who remained seated behind his desk, he took a few seconds to examine the room, taking note of it's cold, simple and brutish layout. Moff Braxiatel himself was no different, offering no greetings or even taking the initiative by speaking first, instead sitting in silence as if he was waiting for Sularen to speak first. Judging by the Moff's facial expressions it was clear that he was the type who didn't care about pleasantries and went straight to business, an admirable quality which Sularen often tended to respect in the field of politics and business. Thus, the Warlord decided to take the initiative.

"Thank you for receiving me, Moff Braxiatel." The Warlord began, speaking in a cordial but professional tone. "I assume you are the type who dislikes small talk, so I'll get straight to the point. But first i must ask you a simple question." Sularen added. "What do you know of the Old Empire first established by Irveric Tavlar?" It was a simple question, but in order for Braxiatel to be included in his plans, the Moff needed to know what was at stake and understand the lengths he would need to go in order to ensure that the mission would be completed. Given his reputation as a "Soldier-Moff", Sularen knew Braxiatel wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty but nevertheless it didn't hurt much to be transparent with the Moff of Nyriaan, especially when such transparency might create a strong atmosphere of trust between the two Imperials.

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[Moff Evner Braxiatel]

NYRIAAN
Imperial Headquarters

Old Empire, he said. For a moment, merely seconds, Evner seemed to reflect about this. His face, bruised and hardened by time, adopted a more stoic, pondering appearance. The Warlord asked if Braxiatel knew about the Imperial Order. He didn't. He didn't simply know about the Order, he lived and breathed the Imperial ideology since childhood. The Imperial Revolution made possible for a farmer to be Emperor. The New Order gave life to places destroyed by the Sith Empire of old. And yet, how is it possible that such brilliant, shining New Imperial Order came, itself, to ruins? The Sith they were so wary dominated their society's ideology once more. Irveric Tavlar, Rurik Fel, Carlyle Rausgeber, Lucien Dooku, Erskine Barran, Willan Tal, Sahar, Despot Korvan and the other heroes of the revolution behind the legendary eight, they were all gone. Alive only in imperial ideology, the only thing that remains. The only thing that will forever remain, unbroken.

Every work, every sacrifice, every effort the Moff puts in being the best one can be, he does for the New Imperial Order. For the Empire Reborn. For Imperialism. For the bright guiding hand of order to overcome the omnipresent shallow threat of chaos. It took a minute for the Soldier to answer the Warlord, his voice composed, yet emotional. Nostalgic, but burning with hope for the future to come. For the Empire to come.

"I was born in Prefsbelt. The first time I've fought for the N.I.O. was in the Siege of Muunilist. I've fought in Prefsbelt, Bastion, Dantooine, Helgard, Byss, that I remember of, during the Civil War. I've served Imperator Tavlar, and Imperator Fel after him. Followed Despot Korvan's lead when the Dark Empire was formed. I was on vacation when he died in Tython", the Moff took a deep breath, his face controlled, but his eyes burning of uncontrolled rage, with hints of disgust. If the Warlord made an effort to scan the Moff's eyes, he would also sense a drop of shame. The death of Despot Korvan showed Evner the real threat, that all those hide behind: the internal threat. The Chaos of the Sith ideology, trying to destroy the pure order of Imperialism. It was the last time the Moff ever went on vacation, or anything similar. "Never more", he whispers, more to himself than to the Warlord. Seconds later, his composed look came back. Braxiatel looked deeply into the Warlord's eyes, almost as to scan his reaction.

"You were there when the Despot died." it was no accusation. It was merely a statement, with a hidden question: what actually happened in there? The Moff's determined eyes penetrates the Warlord's, as he waits for the answer.

Marlon Sularen

 

[Marlon Sularen]

F O R G I N G_I M P E R I A L_B O N D S

DARK EMPIRE
NYRIAAN, MID RIM

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For the Imperial Warlord it was quite interesting to know that Moff Braxiatel was a veteran of the Empire having fought at countless battles throughout the Third Imperial Civil War and beyond. Judging by the Braxiatel Doctrine that the Nyriaanan Moff had written, Sularen could further infer that Braxiatel was a Tarkinist judging by his disdain for the more federalist Pelleaonists who preferred a more relaxed and decentralized method of ruling compared to the harsh totalitarian and heavily centralized approach of the Tarkinist. Nevertheless even though Sularen often considered Tarkinists as somewhat extreme, they were fiercely committed to the ideals of the Empire and thus made them trustworthy especially within the Dark Empire.

After talking about his service in the Old Empire, Moff Braxiatel shifted to another topic asking the Warlord of the Empire if he was there at Tython where the former Despot Korvan had met his demise, or more precisely stating that Sularen had been at Tython while subtly inquiring on what exactly had transpired above Tython during that Battle. "I was there at Tython yes." Sularen responded speaking in the same professional and cordial tone that he had maintained since the beginning of his conversation with the Nyriaanan Moff. "Although i believe what you really want to know is what exactly transpired on Tython. Correct?"

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