Diplomacy Ghosts and their Hunters

[Maldor Mecetti]

Bastion, Ravelin - Sancetti apartments - Afternoon

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Maldor stood on the balcony of his Ravelin city apartment, a high-rise for government officials that overlooked the Great Forum of the Diarchy's Chancellorate.

Fate had dealt him strange hands of late. If the Force truly had a will, then that will was a confounding one.

Take away his home.

Give him an Empire.

Take away his Family.

Give him a Master.

Take away his Master.

Give him a Fiance.

Take away the Empire.

Give him a Diarchy.

What would it take next? What would it give him? Or was the giving done? Or was the taking done?

Or had the trades only just begun?

A ship swooped down from the sky, its hull glistening gently in the afternoon sun. Today's appointment. His commlink crackled to life, "High Chancellor, your guest is inbound, and will land on roof pad Two in thirty seconds."

Maldor turned away from the grand vista, back towards his apartment. "Show him into my office when he gets here."

It was time to start connecting threads between what he'd been given, and what had been lost. It was the only way to keep what he now had.

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Maldor was sitting at his desk when the guest was shown in. It was a large desk, in a large office, appointed in earth tones, gold, and imported wooden furniture. He smiled slightly, and gestured towards a large chair on the opposite end of the desk's expansive surface.

"Please, Lord Commander Karn," he said, "have a seat."



Arthus Karn

 

[Arthus Karn]

Ghost and their Hunters
Weapon: Link
Armor: Link
Ship: Link
Tags: Maldor Mecetti

The Karn's Resolve sat quietly some leagues away from Bastion. Considering what happened the last time an Imperial Star Destroyer sat within it's orbit, Arthus thought it prudent to avoid scaring his hometown populace.

Three decades ago, Arthus Karn had been born to an Imperial family of some note here in Ravelin with a history of storied military service going back to the Fel Empire itself. Though the Karn family no longer owned any of its ancestral properties on the planet, Arthus had always wanted to return someday.

Now he shall. Not as some young Imperial Cadet or wayward force sensitive. No, he was now the Lord Commander of the Imperial Knights. An elite Order that transcended service to the Force in favor for service to a throne. The occupant always at the will of its Knight protectors. For it was they who chose who to follow and who was worthy.

Nowadays, they had chosen a new leader worthy of their service and duty. Though Arthus did feel solemn acceptance that they could not call the ancient fortress world of Bastion their capital.

The Star Courier shuttle descended from orbit and headed for the assigned rooftop by Bastion security forces. As they made their landing, the ramp lowered to reveal a tall man wearing crimson and black armor, his crimson cloak flowing in the breeze this high up. The view, Arthus noted as he exited, was quite exquisite. He could see what was no doubt the Diarchy's administrative hub. Ravelin was indeed how he remembered it as a child, with some new additions due to past events.

It was not long before he was escorted into a large office as a newly made acquaintance of his sat behind a similarly large desk. His own escort had remained at the shuttle for diplomacy's sake as Arthus accepted the offered chair. He'd admire the decor if he had any care for it but alas, Arthus was a militant man through and through.

"A pleasure to meet you in person, Chancellor."
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[Maldor Mecetti]

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Maldor rose up from his chair and moved to a liquor cabinet.

A small gesture of respect, perhaps: the serving of a guest with his own hand. But it was the only gesture of respect he had immediately available. He took two glasses and a bottle of Merenzane Gold, pouring two fingers of the beverage into each glass and handing one of them over before returning to his seat with the other.

"I have never had the pleasure of serving with you, Lord Commander. My battles were in different spheres. But I have it on good authority that you are a capable and honorable man.

At least, if the Diarchy's network can be relied upon for such intelligence. Sadly, my personal intelligence resources are somewhat diminished of late."

He gave a small smile. One could either smile at the dissolution of an Empire, or cry about it.

No doubt there had been a billion tears on the issue. Maldor was not one to live in the past.

He took a sip from his beverage. Warm and sweet. And about a hundred credits per bottle.

"I understand you are here about the agents of chaos that brought down the Empire of the Lost. While I have found a new perch to safely sit, I would very much like to assist your endeavors against them. I do not consider myself a vengeful man, but some wounds are deep and are better addressed than forgotten.

What can I do to help?"


Arthus Karn