Huh?

[Savik Fel]

Emperor Savik Fel sat in his Iron Throne abord the millitary station Vanguard. He and those before him had spent years trying to rebuild the Fel Empire from just a few hundred ships and few thousand soilders. Now he could relax in comfort knowing that all of his millitary stations were operating at maximum capacity. The Man scrolled through the latest information his spies had gathered. "Huh?" he said as the last piece presented itself. It was a description of an organization named the Fel Imperium. "Impossible. We are the only survivors." he said quitely. He typed quickly. He sent a subspace message to the leaders of this Imperium. "Its Time To Come Home." he said

 

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The Fel Imperium: Diplomacy with Empire In Exile​

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It had been a long few months, and these past couple days were among the craziest. Harris and three fleets disappeared through a wormhole, he had come back to the Emperor in Emergency power following a loss of contact and had caught up galactically-speaking. The most shocking new was of the triple-entente attack on the United Clans of Mandalore, the Imperium's oldest and most powerful ally. But, as luck would have it, strange event after strange event would occur, and with what felt like a severe case of Deja-Vous, a message was received from subspace from a member of the Fel Dynasty. It wasn't uncommon for 'pretenders to the throne' to attempt to gain something from the royal family, but this was different.

Harris sat at his desk, wearing the black three-piece suit he commonly wore when in his office and around the palace. As he was typing on his holo-tablet, a pop-up beamed which froze him in his tracks. He was receiving a message from a splinter of the old Empire, under a new Emperor. This had Will worried, but he responded promptly, asking about a summit, hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst.