Kingmakers

[WolfMortum]

Ession​

Lucaya System, Outer Rim Territories.​

[member="Marcus Itera"] | [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] | [member="Tarok"] | [member="Owazza"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Red Cloud"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]​

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The Capital City was intoxicating; Despite having been on the world of Ession for just under two months, Veiere still found himself lost in the endless nation. Cyril Grayson had asked him to come, claiming that the world of Ession was lost in itself yet it was hard to believe given the vast numbers of citizens in the streets, the technology of the industrial world. Sadly, with all it's technologies and the mass population that seemed to crowd the streets, Veiere had also noticed poverty. A startling number of people who lived on the streets, who lacked the ability to feed themselves and for what reasons, unknown to him, were unable to support themselves against the wake of the economy. Having inquired more into this, curious to gauge the opinion of the locals before en-devouring to involve himself in any part of the political system itself, he soon realized that like Cyril had told him, many of the people that had flooded to the world had come from Atrisia, following the attack, seeking out those they were allied with for salvation and security. It was a peace that never came, though they had left the war ravaged world, they found hardships all anew.

The history surrounding Ession was dense. The homeworld of Cyril himself, it also stood as a former alliance to the Silver Jedi Order, sitting on the edge of their territories, Veiere recognized the need for such a treaty having seen first hand the strength of the introverted Order, their attempts to defend themselves and the people under their governance from the Mandalorian Clans. To the west of the galactic charts, Veiere too knew of the emergence of a new power in the Sith, the broken Empires hope to reform, reaffirm it's place in the galaxy and likely to bring further catastrophe to the people of Ession if they were ever allowed to spread. What had once been a flourishing world where industry thrived and the ship yards and many factories pumped out products for great commerce, Ession stood quietly in descent. It's former leader the victim of a voracious attack by the Galactic Alliance, such an act that consumed millions of lives on Atrisia. Veiere himself had been there, he had seen the former Sith pushed to the cusp of their limits and in their desperation to protect the people, summoning what Veiere could only describe as a heretic offense upon the Force itself. There had been no victors that day, but most shockingly, the fault had not come from the Dominion that had tried to keep the leadership of Atrisia from being overrun; it had come from Jedi...-From Soldiers who were meant to fight for diplomacy, for peace and against the darkness. Instead, they had only fueled it.

Somewhere on this world was a boy, a youth with the blood of a Grayson and a connection to the force that mimicked his fathers own. Always on the edge of Veiere's mind, he sought to find this young man, having given Cyril his word that he would ensure the boys rise through a morale upbringing, both in the Force and in life. Before he could see to this however, he had required information and thus found himself on the doorstep to the heart of the great city, the unfortunate source of politics on Ession. Explaining his recent days, his version of events had not earned him the position that Cyril had boasted yet he had been allowed access of sorts, working alongside both the government as well as the local security to try to improve what little was within his reach. Through his private contact with Lady Kay, Veiere had reached out to her, in the hope that Commenor might agree to support Ession through a trade agreement, though this request was off the books for the time, until he could bring some form of concordance to the current regency.

Under the command of Vikras Ansion, The Chimaera was soon stationed just outside of the worlds atmosphere, there it began to mediate the fleet into taking strategic positions around those most populated cities, doing what the Admiral could to co-ordinate a stronger defensive orbit of Ession. Soon enough, the former shipping yards were thrown back into action, the refugees who struggled for shelter were given beds, rooves over their heads and in exchange were put to work alongside the locals, doing what they could to reinforce the worlds failing economy. Seeing the promise of substantial living return, few denied the offer and while at first it broke the bank of the Capital, the merits soon began to show over a short time and most significantly, those who supported the Ession Insurgency against Atrisia, slowly turned their eyes to the world. Here, the people needed unity, it needed the strength of leadership and the compassion to do so without falling short of moral rule. Soon after The 501st Legion was pushed to integrate into the military power of the capital. There the almost ten thousand elite sought to reorganize the ranks and recruit whomever was so willing to earn good coin under a greater cause than themselves. The amount of co-operation from Veiere Arenais began to catch notice, given that these men were formerly under the command of [member="Darth Mephirium"], word spread through the houses of the monarchy...

Cedric Grayson was well known for his birth-right, he was the heir to Ession, the Son of two monumental leaders of the world who had both given their lives fighting the tyranny of arrogance so commonly seen within the galaxy. As Veiere co-ordinated with those who allowed his interference, he soon began to inquire about the youth. Quickly it became apparent that though he was not of the age nor maturity to assume the title of King, many still placed that weight to him to see too. By the time Veiere requested an audience with Cedric, he found no doubt that the boy would have already heard of his contribution and attempt to help the great capital get back to some extent of it's former self. Though Veiere was one man and his reach was limited, the help that he had given had earned some few favors and eventually, enough trust was gained so that he might be invited by Cedric himself to meet with the lad.

Outside of the future King, the world itself still required a great deal of work and Veiere was by no means a worker of miraculous feats. The military power, while building was yet at a point of being able to defend itself against the likes of an invading army. They required alliances with nearby systems, a return of the treaty between the Silver Jedi had already crossed Veiere's mind, knowing of the Heavenshields and the integrity they carried in and of themselves. Commenor would make for a good source of trade and finance, though alongside the regency, Veiere also resided under the guidance of Cyril Grayson's holocron, the recollection of the fallen past experiences, the names of his former associates, those that had been loyal to him in the past and those that would hopefully return.

 

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Ession's population had grown over a billion in the aftermath of the Atrisian Genocide. An entire sub-community of Atrisians now resided within the capital city, so much so that they could be considered one of the myriad major races that populated the throneworld. Little Cedric had watched from afar as the ships had landed; he had watched as they disgorged hordes of malnourished people onto his city. These were the people his father had died to save, or so the child's advisers had told him.

It was rare for the tiny lord to exercise any of his family's power, but in dealing with the refugees he had done so. Many were now housed within the various estates the Grayson family had once held claim to, particularly within the ruins of the Grand Temple, the former home of the Jedi Order on Ession. Even still, things had grown particularly hard to deal with, and the boy could not be expected to solve there very adult problems. The forces of the Dominion gathered upon his doorstep. Elements of the fallen One Sith, Galactic Republic, Mandalorian Clans, and a myriad other broken powers made up their numbers. Strangers and former enemies had been united in the fires of Atrisia, their armies baptized in the blood of the fallen.

It would be a lie to say that the boy understood any of it.

He drew his cloak further about his person, shivering as a chilling wind passed through the plaza. A few thousand had gathered within the promenade. They had been promised a great change, a change that only Cedric and his closest advisers knew. Lord Mephirium had left a message for his progeny and the people of the Dominion. His legacy had been secured, though Cedric shuddered to think of the responsibilities his father had thrust upon his slight shoulder. Another gust of wind passed through the crowds like a ghost, and Cedric found himself being pulled into a sneezing fit. His cold hadn't let up since his father's demise.

The boy, barely over five feet in height, stood at the center of the stage. Two of the old peacekeeper guard stood at either side of him, along with the Duros ambassador Gorvin Dukal. Cedirc looked up at the alien with tired blue eyes, Dukal offered kin a kindly smile in return.

"It's alright son. We all saw the vid. You'll have a childhood yet." Dukal placed a bony hand on Cedric's shoulder. The boy breathed a quiet sigh, resigned to whatever might follow. He was growing overwhelmed with all these big official meetings. The crowd stirred. Dukal muttered some words to quiet them, then waved the boy up.

Cedric climbed up the stepping stool that had brought for him so that his head would poke over the podium. Thin and sickly, the child did not have the solid figure of his father, nor the kind eyes of his mother. Even still, the nine year old met the gaze of the crowd with the confidence of any seasoned politician.

"My father has named his regent," the child spoke, his voice solid yet soft. He still had the voice of a boy.

"Our people have suffered terribly after the tragedy of Atrisia," blue eyes read the words scrawled across the sheet of flimsi at the podium desperately. "But we have remained strong." The Grayson child forced himself to stand tall, though his legs shook almost violently behind the podium. "We are one people. It took the unity of almost every major power in the galaxy to force us to retreat, and now we have gathered."

Swallow.

"Under our new regent and Archlord, our people will finally know peace." The boy stepped down from the podium and drew in a heavy breath. His entire body shook, and it was not solely from the cold. Dukal led him toward the corner of the stage; Cedric was more than happy to follow.

A handful of politicians from various factions of the Dominion stepped up to the stage to speak. The people listened, but all awaited the approach of a single man: the Jedi Knight Veiere Arenais, the chosen regent of Ession and Archlord of the Dominion.

[member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Marcus Itera"], [member="Tarok"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Suravi Teigra"], [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], [member="Kix Tal'Verda"], @Alyson Halle, [member="Darson Rade"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Jagger Fuga"], [member="Rainer Altman"], [member="Tiberius Varro"], @allll the rest

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Veiere Arenais"] had sent for her. That was a first. Since her return from captivity, she had always sent for him. And given the information that he had sent her, it was curious how he wanted it to be kept off the record. No doubt it was sensitive and she knew that she was being monitored by some of the Sith that sought to pull her strings. Fortunately Commenor wasn't important in the grand scheme of things, so she was left to do as she pleased. For the most part. Though at times that was difficult.

Kay had much to tell Veiere, most importantly the return of her long lost adopted son. It had been 15 years since she had seen the boy last, and now he was a man of his own, though terribly misguided. If her Master or some of her enemies knew about him, they would surely take advantage of that and use him against her. He was going to be her personal pilot, though for this trip, she felt it better to fly with someone else. The less stress that she had, the better for her recovery from her trauma. Many of her scars were still there, though she hid them well under layers of clothing and make-up.

Veiere was going to be under a lot of stress himself, given what little she knew of the current situation that he was in. Adding more to that wouldn't be helpful. He had enough to worry about. Kay was used to keeping secrets. It was part and parcel of being a politician.

The Free Lady entered Ession's atmosphere after gaining clearance and co-ordinates on where to land. The planet was vastly populated, reminding her of Yutan. It was far too busy for her own liking, given her current state of mind. She could feel the stress of those down below, thickening the air almost like a fog. That was normal when an enormous influx of people arrived following the death of a leader. There was plenty of adjustments to make. Hopefully the people of Ession had the patience to see it all through.

An hour later, Kay found herself in the audience, watching as [member="Cedric Grayson"] and others gave their speeches. She had two Commenori guards with her, dressed in light armour of grey and light blue, the colours of the Commenori flag. The Queen herself was dressed in a black gown decorated with silver lace, underneath a cloak. Contacts were worn to hide the yellow speckles of corruption in her eyes and her Force signature was shrunk down to a small tree nut before she had even gotten off of her ship.

Cedric caught her attention for the most part. He was young, appeared to be the same age that her own adopted son was when her late husband and her took him and his sister in. There was a lot on Cedric's shoulders and she could hear the weight of it in his voice. No doubt others in the audience shared in her sympathy for him. Many others were on the stage, including Veiere. Hopefully they would do well for the boy, as well as for the people of Eisson.

 

[Marcus Itera]

Lots of things had happened in the past couple of years. The rise and fall of the Dominion, their return coming only a few short years post-Atrisia. There had been war, death, carnage, and sadness and a multitude of other atrocities and feelings that so plagued the dear people that had followed Cyril Grayson to the depths of hell and back. It seemed that every time something went wrong, he happened to be right at Cyril's side. Every time a war broke out, every time a new hardship blocked progress. It was like there was no room for light or hope for these people.

Until now.

They were home. They were back where they should be, with a new and fresh face stepping forward to lead them into prosperity. While Marcus knew little of the man known as [member="Veiere Arenais"], he deeply trusted any man that Cyril did. He'd lost his life on Atrisia so it had become a personal goal of his to carry on his legacy and stick with the rest of his brothers and sisters to the end. He and the rest of the Disfavored Elite had made their appearance and answered the call of duty to serve and protect. They were not sworn in as normal soldiers were, the Dominion was their creed and they'd made it clear that they were here to stay.

"So much has changed," Marcus breathed. The mercenary let his helmeted gaze sweep over the masses of Essonians.

Miranda spun on her holographic heels to grin at him. "I don't think it has. We just lost a few brothers and sisters along the way.." Her voice trailed off, growing somber.

He wanted to reach out to her and pull her into a tight embrace. "A few gave their lives so the many didn't have to."

It was a simple philosophy for a soldier to understand. Miranda had a hard time grasping the concept of sacrifice but now it had become as clear as crystal. She'd lost friends too and would never see them again. A little Cedric Grayson would never see his father again. The people of Ession would never again catch a glimpse of their great leader. There were lots of nevers that could've been said given their present circumstances.

But Marcus was sure of one thing: they would never give up.

They'd worked too hard and too long for this. It was time to rebuild, and then destroy their foes mercilessly.

[member="Lady Kay"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

It had been a tumultuous few months on Merides, ever since Alyson united the fragemnts of The Lords Saber and claimed her place as emperess of the Meridian Empire, so much had changed. Most of the planet swore to her immediately after they confirmed that she had in fact found the Lords Saber, and any rebellion that remained had quickly been quelled. The sith menace that had plagued the planet for millennia had been put down, everything was returning to the way it was thousands of years ago. None of this could have been accomplished without the help of [member="Grace Darkson"] however, wherever she was now was unknown to her, but Alyson owed her one to say the least. Grace had directed her to locate the rest of "The Dominon" if she wanted help, if it still existed.

With the repair of the Trelwyn Communications Array, she got her answer. It did still exist, and the fleet was massing around Ession a world relatively nearby, if they were willing to help Alyson and her people, she would accept it wholeheartedly. Her people knew little of the way the galaxy worked, and it took extensive trial and error to figure out how to fly their extremely small shuttle fleet, that was ancient and barely functioning, it took reading ancient flight manuals and old mechanics guide in the hidden hangars of the former imperial palace in Graeldor. Eventually though they were able to determine how they functioned and more importantly how to fly them. The hyperdrives were old and slow, the engines occasionally flickered, the cabin lights as well, but they flew, and it was all they had. She hoped to aquire new ones while she was on Ession, she had large quantities of aurodium and other valuables in order to ensure that the purchase could be made, because they had no other currency, and they assumed that the materials would be valuable on Ession as well.

The shuttle engines stuttered as they dropped out of hyperspace over the world, and a lack of registration and proper flight control knowledge left them going through hours of delays in customs, but eventually they were able to explain themselves and get out of it, if only barely when they payed off the customs officer with a small ingot of aurodium, which handily got them out of the situation, and possibly prison. Now they needed to go and find a man they heard about over the holonet, [member="Veiere Arenais"]. Apparently he was in the capital, but a more important matter was a little speech given by the young , hopefully she could find Veiere there.

She had a small entourage of some of the finest soldiers she had fought with. the civilians on the street gave them extremely strange looks, like they were strange people, most of the civillians looked strange to the knights, but the reactions from the civilians were much more severe and much more strange. Alyson forwent her helmet that day, having a face to look into often made people think better of you, also it was respectful to remove when talking to someone in the first place. Some of the civillians moved out of the way when they saw the huge vibroblades on their backs. Hopefully a meeting with the leader of the dominion would actually allow them to get a start in the galaxy, because as it stands they are startng from nothing, no diplomacy, no embassy, no importance it would be critical to get some contacts and some people to vouch for the fledgling spacefaring planet.

Alyson came up on the promenade where the speech was being held, she arrived near the back of the crowd with the ramshackle imperial guard which was hastily assembled from people she trusted greatly with their original armors hastily painted with a crimson red and white checker pattern on the shoulderpiece and talberd. As is a common theme on this planet, the plate set off alarm bells with most people, people tended to get out of the way rather quickly. The kid giving the speech looked sickly and worn, he did not look fit to rule anything, luckily he looked rather young, about 9 or 10, he had time to grow into a true man, hopefully whoever was responsible for him ensured that, or else this planet might be doomed to fail, but he had much time to prepare himself for the trials and tribulations of rulership.

She saw a few other people of note in the crowd, one with a group of what looked to be honor guards, another looked to be a soldier, more were probably there but were not visible to her at the time. If anything if anyone wanted to talk to her there would not be much problem, just locate the group of people in advanced plate armor among a crowd of civilians.

[member="Marcus Itera"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Cedric Grayson"]
[member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Tarok]

A few weeks had passed since Tarok had arrived on Ession and almost all of his time had been spent in a lab. Skin grafts, transplants, and various other operations had been done on the dying man in attempts to keep him stable. Tarok was as stable as he was going to get with what was here, overpopulation had strained the world leaving resources scarce. The lab itself was understaffed as the staff was pushed around to deal with the refugees of Atrisia. This didn't bother him much he needed time to think about what to do next, he was a cripple without a suit or some type of equipment he couldn't function. Anger, hate, regret, sadness these were all he felt as he looked in a reflection what was life for a broken man.

Hours had passed and one of his doctors had come to his room it seemed his presence was wanted. The doctor explained to him that his condition was stable to the point he could be transported around but he was limited in the time he could be out. "but doctor how will I survive outside of a cleansed room?" the doctor gave a slight look over to the door a hover chair was brought into the room. It was in an L shape with the legs facing front, some type of glass covered where his upper body be and had back support. The doctor cleared his throat to speak " It seems some of the refugees you had on your ship were engineers and came together to design this for you. I can give you their names later but as I said you're wanted for something important at the promenade." Tarok didn't know what to say receiving kindness from strangers was an unknown feeling to him. Why help someone if you didn't gain from it? Tarok was placed into his new chair legs first then the rest of him, the chair the decimated itself as he felt a gust of air filtered in.

Tarok arrived at the promenade just as the speech started a small boy stood at a podium. Tarok could feel the boy's anxiety to be put in power unprepared must of rattled him. The boy started to speak "My father has named his regent, Our people have suffered terribly after the tragedy of Atrisia,"But we have remained strong. We are one people. It took the unity of almost every major power in the galaxy to force us to retreat, and now we have gathered. Under our new regent and Archlord, our people will finally know peace." The speech was an inspirational one a feeling welled up in Taroks chest and the thoughts of earlier seemed childish, he still had a purpose even without his body he could still give his soul to the dominion. Tarok sat there now waiting for what was next.


[member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

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Veiere had never been a man that had sought this kind of position before, politics were no place for a Jedi Knight and though it might have been by fault of his ignorance but the Galaxy had seemed a safer place to live while he stood a member of the Jedi Order, embraced in the Enclave teaching those around him the passive ideologies of their monastic people. How many of those people had died at the hands of the Sith who had attacked his former home of Svivren, how many of the Sith had he killed alongside the survivors of the ambush in retaliation and fury over the loss of all those he had known; Still, he had come to call upon a man known to be a Sith Lord as his friend and brother. Such was the potential of an open mind, one who was not tied down to their hate or self righteousness triggered by those who had done them wrong. Now, Ession had been wronged, those of Atrisia had been wronged and this time, it wasn't by the hands of the Sith but by the Jedi Order and the self-established government known as the Galactic Alliance who had thrust upon the world, their weapons of war and murdered countless millions. It was that day that Veiere had lost his faith in the Jedi Order, it was then that his confidence broke for the life that he had known and instead he found himself questioning the price that Cyril Grayson had paid in his attempt to end the war between the two conflicting Orders; the Sith and the Jedi. Cyril had voiced this wish to Veiere only the once and Veiere like Cyril had known to was a impossibility, not by the fault of one side but by both. Neither was right in itself, the Jedi were arrogant in their self righteousness. Before, they had never sought to end life but to preserve it, taking another only when forced to yet on Atrisia, they had killed without reluctance, there had been no regard for the people of Atrisia, nor the reasons the Sith were there to begin with. Had they only inquired, they would have learned that the Sith alongside Cyril Grayson, the future of the Dominion was there to aid the world in strengthening itself and it's government. Nothing was simple, there was no black and white even in the way the Jedi Order worked anymore. It had all crumbled in on itself, a broken system of pessimists and politicians, always at each others throats.

To his right, someone came to him and whispered to his ear; it was time for him to step forward and speak to the people. Veiere thought of Cyril and just what his brother had thrown himself into. He hadn't asked for this but the weight had been put on his shoulders and in his death, Veiere owed him a great deal. His Son was without a suitable mentor to adequately and morally shape his control around the Force and the millions upon Ession had already seen some benefit to Veiere's attempts to secure the Capital Cities influence over the other regions. Members of the 501st Legion lined the walls, armed only with side arms, holstered and adorning the uniforms of officers so not to intimidate the spectators, they were there only for the peoples comfort in knowing that they had a little added security. For the first time in a great many years, Veiere himself wore the robes fitted of him, baring the royal insignia of Ession; despite his wish to remain within his old garbs, Cedric's people seemed adamant that he looked grossly out of place for one soon to become the King Regent. The people awaited a speech of some kind, they knew not who he was as an individual but that Cyril's words had deemed Veiere his heir until a time that he could bring Cedric into power, the true Lord of the Dominion, wise and capable of leading these people into a better future.

The Dominion. Peoples of all backgrounds, many conflicting with the past history that Veiere himself shared. It appeared to be a common sight within the humor of fates this day that Veiere be looking upon some who were once considered a great threatening presence to the Order that he had lived. Empathy and Understanding, that was what it was that helped him to see beyond the memories of the past, to know that despite past affiliations, all people, Sith, Mandalorian, Republican or Imperial, they were all sentient with sentient needs, security, comfort and safe keeping. If ever there were a calling that flowed in line with the life that Veiere had lived, it was to rise beyond the narrow sighted view of who he had been before, to offer what little he, as one man could possibly bring to the table, in the hope of aiding them all. Together now, with a strong backing both by Government and now military might that came with the rumors of the Dominion's return, Veiere stepped forward so that the people could look upon him, the new claimant to the Throne of Ession.

The people cheered, they clapped, they saw not a broken Jedi caught in the grief of the many conflicts of his past, but a well dressed and clean man who's background looked to be of noble rights. He was not of any notable bloodline, there was no high born name that he had to carry yet it was the integrity in which his path had been paved in that had eventually seen him to this moment; the moment that Cedric's father should have been living, not Veiere Arenais. Lifting his hands to either side, he gestured to the crowd for silence, unable to withhold his smile for the astonishing show of support that he was receiving, this certainly a first in his life. He awaited the the quiet to return to some semblance of normality before speaking up, the mic attached to the collar of his shirt, letting his voice be heard far and wide across the great hall.

"My name is Veiere Arenais and before you I stand humbled by the show of unity and pride that this City has in itself. The people of Ession have been faced with great tribulations, you have opened your arms to embrace the people who suffered a devastating blow on their home-world of Atrisia and your generosity and compassion for those suffering, has in turn set you back a great deal..." His voice quietened a moment as he let his words rest with the people; "It is with the same compassion, the same integrity and wish to help, that I stand before you all today. That not only Ession prosper, but so do the people of Atrisian descent...".

"I was there when your king selflessly gave up his life for the protection of the people of Atrisia; such was the man your leader lived to be" Veiere spoke of Cyril, seeking to uplift the spirits of Ession in remembrance of their fallen Lord. Though Cyril was sentient and held his flaws like any of the rest of them, Veiere felt that after all the hardship both peoples had faced, that they required the encouragement and pride of their nations past to be uplifted, reminded of the strength they were capable of. "Cyril Grayson was my brother, I watched as he fought with his all so that Atrisia might survive such a tragedy. I watched as he led many Essionians to the defense of Atrisia, an allied world who had deserved none of the trauma it was dealt that day...".

"And in these last two months, living here among you, I have watched as The Dominion was brought back from the ashes of Atrisia...-So that such a fate might never be forced upon you, the people, those deserve peace and harmonious living, ever again" his words inspired the uproar of the crowd, their cheers were almost startling, though Veiere was forced to keep his composure. The Jedi had taught him how to talk in public yet never under such premise, such extensive numbers here, he had only Lady Kay to have watched from afar and done his best to learn from; even then, much of what he was doing felt as if he were stumbling. Never would he show it in front of the people. Reaching out with his left hand, he asked for quiet once more, only so that he might finish his few words to the anxious world.

"Today, I greet you all...-I am here to inform you that the Dominion stands for Ession. It stands for integrity and honor of the people. Most importantly, it fights for every one of you...That you might never have to rise up and fight for yourselves".

[member="Marcus Itera"], [member="Tarok"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Suravi Teigra"], [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], [member="Kix Tal'Verda"], [member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Darson Rade"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Jagger Fuga"], [member="Rainer Altman"], [member="Tiberius Varro"].​

 

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Cedric recoiled into himself as best as he could manage. The boy watched Veiere speak his words from the protection of a thick black cowl. Blue eyes peered out at the crowd, watching as they broke into a raucous cheering of the sort that Cedric had never seen before. Confused, the boy stepped forward a few paces, his lips pursed in quiet awe as the crowd welcomed their new leader. It seemed Veiere was well received, though whether that was from the former knight of Commenor's own actions or Mephirium's recommendation was anyone's guess.

The thought only passed through Cedric's mind for a moment before he found himself shrugging. It didn't really matter why people liked Mister Arenais, only that they did. Maybe now they would pay more attention to Veiere and leave him to his own devices. Such a thought seemed grand to the boy, but then he knew that would never be the case. By the accident of birth, Cedric was next in line to lead this mass of terrifying strangers. It was a duty he could not shirk from, if not for the people than for his parents. Both had been leaders in their own right, and both had accomplished things that made the people expect great things of their progeny. Caida wouldn't be safe from this treatment either.

Cringing at the thought, Cedric almost missed Dukal's hand on his arm. The boy looked up and nodded at the Duros, stepping forward to take his place alongside Veiere. Dukal followed a silvery helmet with a T-shaped visor held in his bony fingers.

"The visage of the Archlord," the Duros spoke proudly, his voice broadcasting over the loudspeakers. "So long as you serve, it is your. The helm is crafted of phrik and emblazoned with tales of past Archlord's deeds. Once you wear this mask, Ession and the Dominion shall be yours."

For a moment, the Duros keyed off his comm. "Welcome the heroes of Atrisia once we've finished, then we will invite our diplomat friends to the stage so that you may accept them into the Dominion." The Duros cracked a wrinkly smile, his mic turning back on. "Veiere Arenais, Knight of Commenor, Master of the Jedi Order, do you accept this burden?"

The helm was passed to young Cedric, who then held it outstretched toward Veiere for all of the Dominion to see.

[member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Tarok"], [member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Marcus Itera"], [member="Lady Kay"],

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay watched as [member="Veiere Arenais"] took to the stage. Instead of keeping her eyes solely on him, however, her attention was on the crowds around her, as well as on [member="Cedric Grayson"] . So much must be going through his mind. The weight of it all is probably overwhelming. She could only imagine what it must be like for one so young. Her own position, coupled by the trauma from her captivity, was enough to cause others to worry for her sanity. With help she's been able to keep it together. Cedric should have help in spades.

The speech now over, Veiere was given a helm of a type that certainly didn't suit him, at least in her opinion. She prefered to see his face for her own personal reasons.

Now marked the start of their continued separation. Her ruling one planet while he helps to rule another half a galaxy away. Veiere always came when she called. Now she would only do so when things were dire, especially in the beginning. He had much to adjust to.

They all did.

Kay just put on a smile as she continued to watch the ceremony from the crowd. All in all, it was a good day for Ession. And for Cedric.

[member="Tarok"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Marcus Itera"]

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

Good, Bartic's work would not go to waste, nor was the death of his comrades in vain. As well he was glad to see whomever was whispering in the boy king [member="Cedric Grayson"] 's ear was stupid enough, or loyal enough, not that there was much of a difference, to have him follow through with the naming of a regent, either way the made the job of keeping the Dominion from tearing it's self apart over one power struggle or another that much easier.

Never the less as one of the 'Heros of Atrisia' Bartic was attending this ceremony while his crew was moving everything off of the Celestial Knight on to the Interrogator, the carrier was far more fit to the duties of hosting the Dominion's security bureau than the cruiser that was once his. To Bartic this formality was boring at best, and looking around he expected that at least one of the men and women gathered on the stage here would be visiting him, and he expected that they would not like how that visit ended.

The speeches continued, on and on regardless of Bartic's opinion, but his opinion didn't matter, he would do his part in ensuring that peace and order was brought once again to this galaxy.

[member="Veiere Arenais"]
[member="Cedric Grayson"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Marcus Itera"]
[member="Alyson Halle"]
[member="Tarok"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Grace was stepping out of the refresher she may have spent the better part of a few hours in when the messenger came. By the Force, it felt good in there. After what felt like a year on a world where the rivers were the best place to bathe, and the air smelled like a clogged toilet in Nar Shaddaa's seediest cantina, it felt heaven in there. As she dressed, the taping of an armored glove on the wooden door of her hotel room startled her, causing the woman to freeze as she reached for her blaster. "Yes?"

"Miss Darkson?" The voice was male, rough. The owner was someone who had seen the darker side of life, and yet someone who commanded authority. Part of her knew she had heard it before. "The Archlord has requested your presence at the ceremony." There was a pause. "May we come in?"

A sigh escaped her lips, accompanied by an eye roll only she could see. "Let me finish getting dressed." She threw the sentence at the man with a small bit of enjoyment. His discomfort was nearly palpable, and she drank it in. As she pulled on her normal clothes, an idea crossed her head. Should she toy with them?

No. The ceremony was to remember the fallen. The Sith'ari.

With a somber mood, she opened the door to find a pair of soldiers, dressed in armors marked with the colors of House Grayson. "I take it you're my escorts?" she asked, recieving a nod and a 'yes, Ma'am.'

"Alright. Shall we, then?"

Standing near the stage, Grace couldn't help but feel like the boy who spoke to the crowd was nothing more than a pawn to the others on the stage. Still, she knew he would be something great in days to come, if any of his father's blood and spirit lived on in the boy. Still as a statue, she stood, listening, watching the ceremony. For a moment, she wondered what the Dark Lord would think of this. It almost felt like too much show, but than again, people need their shows. It kept them comfortable, and feeling safe.

No matter how thin the facade.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Tarok"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"]

 

[Drox Fuga]

News of Admiral Jagger's death was shattering to the previously named Phoenix Legions. This was a coalition of soldiers and officers that once served the nefarious deeds of both the One Sith and the equally corrupted Grand Republic. Jagger was the glue that kept the Legions from each others throats. When news of his death hit Gyndine, the company, the military, and the political leaders rushed for control. I was the target as he was the sole heir to all Jagger legally owned. Those loyal only to Jagger and what the Legion stood for took me away from my home. The power vacuum that was left destroyed what was left of the fragile alliance. Following protocol and the dying command of Admiral Fuga, the last leaders and loyalist were to follow the Dominion and train what military they had to a level that could defy any galactic power. That was some time ago now, and I have finished my training and now hold both a Lordship of Hapan as well as deeds to many lands on the planet of Gyndine. Factories and workers, servants and instructors, but most significant, I control a substance force of Veteran Soldiers who consider themselves loyal to the Ideals of my father. They serve at the command of the Fuga Family. Yet like my new leader, I am untested, have no experience leading men.

I stood in silence behind the curtain awaiting the news as to why I was summoned before the new Lord of the Dominion. Jagger, my father served the previous Lord of the Dominion, died in a belief that this new power would bring an end to all suffering. I will have my revenge and make sure that hero died in the name of something greater then anyone could ever serve for.

I was wearing the new uniform of an Intelligence Officer of the Dominion. The black cape flowed in the mild wind that blew through the curtains. The grey colored uniform showed that he was a Officer of the DSF and the symbol of the Fuga Family Hapan Crest was pinned to the top left of his chest. It held the cape to the uniform showing the strength of the family. The black and grey trimmed cap sat upon his head perfectly. Though the new Lord was only a child, I would however serve the young lord directly, not the regent, but the Lord of the Dominion. I awaited being called upon to receive whatever news they wished to tell me.

 

[Eugen Aker]

By chance, a distress call had brought her to Ession in the far flung corner of the Tingel Arm. She had come to fight Mandalorian raiders, but had stayed for the potential of a new ally for the Silver Jedi when they so desperately needed more against the Sith Order.

On her way her way there, she had learned of the sighting of a Republic ship, but it (some said quite literally) ghosted out of the area right before her arrival with a Kiribian patrol unit. She had thought the Republic to be dead, its remnants now scattered across the galaxy, many with her now within the KSU, but there were rumblings of its revival in the South. That was another reason she was curious about the Dominion. The Galactic Alliance had painted them like vicious mongrels in the vein of the One Sith, but she knew Suravi, or at least she liked to think so, and she could never see her friend allying with such people. She could personally recall a time where the previous leader of the Dominion had assisted the Galactic Republic and what remained of the Republic Jedi in their fight against the Zambranos. Arenais had been with them too, and he had always seemed like a decent man. There was more to this story, and the Watchman wanted to hear about it.

As a representative of both Kiribi and the Silver Order, she would attend a round of speeches being given by the new administration. There she learned the Ession was quite the melting pot. One Sith, Republic, Mandalorians, Atrisians, Corporatists, and just about eveyrthing in between. It seemed she had stumbled upon quite the project here in the Corporate Sector.

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[member="Drox Fuga"] [member="Grace Darkson"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Tarok"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Marcus Itera"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

I should of died on Atrisia.

The thought lingered in the back of Kentarch's mind. He felt the loss of his comrades through the force on that fateful day. Instead of joining the other Sith. he had been ordered to remain on Ession to ensure the safety of the planet. In the aftermath of the battle of Atrisia, untold numbers of people flocked to Ession seeking refugee status. The Black Legion had been reduced to a military police force in the Velopoint District, maintaining law and order among the newly sprouted up slums. Likewise the Dolos Defense Agency was tied down monitoring the resurgent Sith activity in the Tingel Arm. Kentarch's power base needed a breath of fresh air, new opportunities, and a new purpose.

Perhaps today a new opportunity would presented itself. Speeches were made. Heroes new, old, and of different creeds had gathered to prepare for the future. The Dominion now rallied again around Mephirium's son, a young boy named [member="Cedric Grayson"]. Behind the stage Kentarch, cloaked in dark red, watched from the shadows. [member="Veiere Arenais"] had been named Regent, taking up the responsibility of running the affairs of Ession until Cedric was ready. The crowds cheered and applauded as the boy and Veiere spoke. Veiere had abandoned his Jedi brothers much in the same way Kentarch had abandoned Sith.

His gaze shifted to the ground. He would not speak or make himself a public figure. That was never his style. Instead he thought of the future, of the wars to come. After all last time almost everyone died except him.

 

[WolfMortum]

A crown for a King, it all seemed very elaborate and no doubt the traditions of Ession yet it was far from Veiere's taste. None of these people knew him, knew his past or had fought alongside him as Cyril had once upon a time; the politics of it all represented the face of the Alliance but it would be the soldiers, the diplomats from rallying worlds under their banner and those alike the so called "heroes" of Atrisia that would maintain this alliance in the hard times to come.

And there would be hard times ahead, that was a certainty in Veiere's mind. He had seen the collapse of the Republic and under the Republic's banner Veiere had watched as smaller governments had come to form and then fall under the weight of the galaxy. This level of attention, the ambition that the Dominion held would not go unnoticed, Veiere had long since learned of the way of this new age in that every prospective nation is often challenged in it's earlier days to prove its strength and integrity of will. These events were indeed a show to encourage the people, for those within the body of Government and most especially those trained in the forms of combat, experienced and knowing the harsh reality of the lives that they had chosen, Veiere would have understood their impatience and yet Ession had seen so much conflict, Atrisia had been beaten down and they all deserved to breath easier, if not only for a moment while the Dominion prepared to strengthen the systems alliance around them.

Looking to Cedric Grayson as the boy lifted up the Crown in offer, Veiere deactivated the mic set upon his collar, his hands soon finding the symbol of his future leadership yet his words would be only for the boy, the son of Essions true Lord and the future King by blood and right. "This will be yours one day when you so choose it, Cedric. I have given your father my word that I will do all that is in my ability to see you get there. I have not come here to take the place of your family but to secure it's claim over the Dominion as was Cyril Grayson's wish. When all this has died down and you are ready to discover what that entails, we will talk. The Force is with you and now, so am I" He offered an encouraging smile, genuine and true.

Soon responding to the Duros, Veiere's microphone was activated again before speaking up for the rest of Ession to witness; "For the security of the people and the future King of the Dominion, I accept this burden and will carry the position of King Regent until the time that Lord Grayson is ready to assume his rightful place..." He worded his response carefully though showed no reluctance in that care. For those watching it mattered a great deal that they did not see an outsider coming in to take over but rather to ensure that their traditions remained and that the people still knew who their true King was. Lifting the Crown to his head, he turned slowly to look out over the crowded hall, stepping forward a pace and adhere to them once again. This time speaking directly to those who had served upon Atrisia. "I speak now to those of you who survived Atrisia, those of you who served the people selflessly. Those of the Galaxy may say much for what they perceived of Atrisia yet I was there on the ground when the storm hit, I too watched as the people suffered. To you all, I wish to make this clear. It is by your strength of character, your will to fight for the safety of others and stand against injustice that this Dominion will be built upon...." He lifted his head, his words of confidence for these soldiers and practitioners in the Force would be clear. Some of them were Sith Lords, others Acolytes, some Soldiers and many of them considered immoral by their alignment in the Force and yet true to the real Jedi Mantra of the past, Veiere looked beyond these presumed attitudes and saw the wealth of good behind them. It was the insight that both the Sith and the Jedi of the Galaxy were guilty of in todays time. Not being able to see beyond their allegiance, to see that all people held a will of their own and in their pinnacle times were given the opportunity to stand out beyond the opinions of the ignorant, to show that those of the Darkside could work with the Light, to show that peace could be achieved and fought for beside their perceived enemies if only they had the courage to try. "To you veterans of Atrisia, I would ask that you continue to lead our soldiers into the future of Ession and the future of our cause here today".

He hadn't spoken this much in one sitting before, growing tired of hearing his own voice he wondered how many of these veterans were probably feeling the same. It brought a slight curl to the corner of his mouth in subtle amusement at his own expense. "Now then..." He lifted his hands in a gesture of pause, "Before bore you all..." he spoke casually, a hint of his typical self, the facade dropping away only briefly to offer the people a moment of humor in what was a ceremony a bit over the top for his typical day to day; "I would ask that the representatives of our neighboring worlds, our diplomats and ambassadors of Ession and key peoples in this new systems alliance come and join us here on stage, to speak their own to the people; of whom I am certain have a great deal of interest in hearing what is in store for the future of their world and then to join us following this ceremony, to prioritize our future dealings together". He would be far more comfortable when this was all over, to take real action as opposed to be standing in the spotlight for all to see and judge. It was easy to talk for the best of intentions of Ession but it would be action these people would respond and relate too. Words in the galaxy were weightless without the proof that one had the determination to see said promises through.

[member="Rainer Altman"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Drox Fuga"] | [member="Grace Darkson"] | [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Marcus Itera"] | [member="Tarok"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Kix Tal'Verda"] | [member="Alyson Halle"] | [member="Darson Rade"] | [member="Jagger Fuga"] | [member="Tiberius Varro"]​

 

[Alyson Halle]

The continuation of the speeches given by the king regent was rather impressive. He spoke masterful words, he both managed to make a strong message without alienating anyone critical to his cause, that is one of the hardest tasks to master as a noble or politician, as far as Alyson was concerned this man was a natural, despite his obvious reservations about doing it. He will probably make a great leader in the future, and will hopefully be able to lead this dominion to greatness that it had never seen before.

Upon the requests for "Representatives of neighbouring worlds..." she began to make her way through the crowds in order to make her way up onto the stage. As always though the magic powers of plate armor, people moved our of the way for her as she made her way up. While she technically was not invited to this, she would speak anyway, swearing her people to this dominion was probably the best way of ensuring survival, exact terms could be sorted out later.

The walk up to the stage felt extremely long and arduous, which is why Alyson was rather surprised when she was the first person up at the stage, which made her rather uncomfortable when faced with the leaders of the speech that she had just gatecrashed, but it was too late to back out now, now she needed to give a speech. It shold not be too long or too complex, it would need to be short, concise, but give enough information to develop support for her people within the dominion, otherwise they would be going through the galaxy without a single guide to light them along the dark and dangerous road that was being a planet in this galaxy, her people needed her to gather supprort, and now was the best time to do it.

She stepped up to the podium ready to improvise a speech that would swear herself to this Dominion, hopefully this would give her the jump start she needed in the galaxy, if she failed, she would lose nothing but time

As she stepped up to the podium she got the same weird looks, in full plate being flanked by her guards, this was a rather strange sight to these city dwellers, they had never seen anything like it, strange looks came from all around but they did not phase Alyson from her mission it was time to begin the speech, she hoped it went well.

"I am Alyson halle Empress of the planet of Merides. You probably have never heard of my world, despite it only being a few light years away, we have lived in seclusion for many, many years, living in young naivety of the galaxy abroad. We just recently reclaimed the stars that had for so long been lost to us, only to find that everything had changed, all that was, now was not. We have little clue on where to go, what to do, or who to follow, but we were told that The Dominion could provide a guiding light in the dark, a candle to push back the darkness. If this is true, and the Dominion can provide assistance to our people, to help us get on our feet and find ourselves in the galaxy, then i humbly swear myself and therefore my people to it." She said.

"Long live the Dominion." She said in a calm tone, she did not need energy, the words would carry themselves.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Rainer Altman"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Drox Fuga"] | [member="Grace Darkson"] | [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Marcus Itera]

The rulers of Ession and their upper caste of warriors and politicians had asked Marcus and the Disfavored Elite to come along and join them as they thanked their "heroes." Honestly, Marcus was hardly a hero. He was just doing his job and that job entailed killing for whoever paid him and his mates the most. Their loyalty had a price tag on it and that was something this Essonians were going to learn the hard way. Of course, Cyril was one of the reasons why they took the job in the first place. He owed the man more than anyone could understand.

But he had thirty or so other souls depending on him too. Some had families and they needed to support them. The many always trumped the few, no matter how important they were.

Marcus's appearance on the stage was brief. Merely a sign of recognition. The rest of the crew seemed to enjoy the praise in the form of thunderous applause, but quickly exited once it had died down.

[member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Rainer Altman"], [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Drox Fuga"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Tarok"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CU4gS-8y78


Deep in the slums and dregs of Ession Zaz was hard at work, ignorant of the very important day that was taking place. His Clan all but separated from him the warrior was left waiting. Waiting for an old promise to reveal itself to be truth. The man had been on Ession nearly a year and so far the promise had allotted to nothing more than sweet lies. Zaz stepped into his garage, a loud yawn erupting from him as he ran a hand over the wild mohawk that crossed his scalp. The Mandalorian made his way over to his work bench, pulling a small black set of goggles over his eyes before pausing in front of the bench.

The man let out a slight huff before turning away from the bench. He made his way over to a nearby speaker, pressing a button on the bottom of the device. Silence met him in response, causing the man to give a brief grunt before slapping his hand against the metallic box. Immediately following the slap the speaker came to life spilling music into the garage as Zaz began to nod his head rhythmically.

The slow rhythm of the song quickly picked up as Zaz found his way back to his work table. On the table before him laid an old DC-15A, awaiting some of his special attention. The music continued to boom through out the garage while Zaz pulled an electric mini-saw from the bench's drawer. Pulling the trigger on the device he watched the saw spin viciously.

Lowering the saw onto the rifle he removed the front sight post. Zaz lowly began to hum in coordination with the music playing as he looked over the cut.

"Gonna send it to outer space..." The man muttered before setting the weapon back down, confident in the cut he had just made. The weapon had already been gutted of all it's internal power supplies and sensitive components allowing the man to do whatever he felt he needed to the exterior. Just as Zaz was about to activate his saw once again he saw the door to his garage slide into an open position.

Leaning back so he could better see Zaz arched a brow at the doorway. A moment passed and the familiar image of blue skin caused the man to set the saw down. "What do you want Tek?!" He yelled over the music.

A man entered the room, leaning on the door frame as he attempted to yell over the music, however it was too loud and as a result Zaz could not begin to hear him.

"Huh?!" He held a hand to his ear to emphasize his inability to hear.

Tek, the Chiss who stood in the door way pointed at the speaker that filled the garage with the loud, techno-like music. However pointing was not all he did, the man closed his hand into a fist, sending an explosive dart towards the stereo, causing it to burst into flames after the impact from the small projectile. The music was effectively shut off but Zaz's face was contorted in a mixture of anger and misunderstanding. "I could have just turned it off....Besom."

The armored Chiss sighed before shrugging at the man. "I get tired of hearing that crap, Vod." Zaz held his saw up to the man with a face filled with disdain for his very existence. "You're getting me another one....What do you want anyway blue?"

The Chiss smirked, producing a black and red Mandalorian helmet from behind his back. "It's time." He tossed the helmet to Zaz who caught it, an eyebrow raised at the man's statement. "The call's been made?" He questioned, though his questioning was short lived as the Chiss nodded to the man before turning out of the garage. Zaz, pulling the helmet over his head, could not help but smirk as realization came to him. "Been a long time since The Dominion called us up."

[member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Rainer Altman"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Drox Fuga"]

 

[Placeholder 0128]

The Dominion came together just as the ruling elite had predicted. Crowds cheered and young men promised their service from all across Ession. The allied worlds of Eol Sha and Lorrd watched with anticipation, their places within the Dominion's realm already assured. Young Cedric watched the chaos warily, blue eyes peering out from the thin veil of his raven colored cloak. Leaders of worlds strode up to the podium to announce their new allegiance. Heroes of battles long sicne passed stood as paragons of what the rest of the Dominion would strive to become. It a massive gathering of unity; a promise of brotherhood and cooperation from the disparate peoples of the Dominion.

The child prince bowed his head to Veiere as he accepted the title of regent. For a time, the burden of the Dominion would weigh upon that man shoulders, not Cedric's own. When the man spoke to him of his father's request and his plans for the future, the boy found himself taken aback. His lips pursed, but no words could be ushered forth. Wide blue eyes became glassy with unshed tears, and Cedric found himself nodding without thinking.

He did not know this man, but he trusted him. Veiere's mannerisms reminded him of his father, and that familiarity was enough to put the boy at ease. With obvious embarrassment, the child turned away from the crowd and wiped his tears away on the corner of his sleeve. It would not do for the people of Ession to see him cry, but then emotions were so difficult for a child to control...

Cedric drew in a deep breath and pulled his hood further over his soft features. As the heroes took their stand on the stage, little Cedric made his leave. He darted through the throng of politicians toward the back of the stage, Mister Dukal following quietly after him. The child did not stop until he found himself at the elevator leading to his suite, and it was there that he would take refuge from the rest of Ession. The door was locked behind him, the lights turned down low, and little Cedric found himself bound in the blankets of his parents bed, quiet sobs wracking frail form.

Ession and the Dominion at large stood united. Now that his duties fell to another man, Cedric Grayson, orphaned son of the late Mephirium and Cyrene Grayson, could not help but be the child whose family had been lost in another pointless conflict.

Tomorrow, he would be the good little prince, but tonight? The boy would grieve.

[member="Zaz Tal'Verda"], [member="Marcus Itera"], [member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Rainer Altman"], [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Drox Fuga"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Tarok"], [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Drox Fuga]

The stage was set for the news of the Dominion to be broadcast to those around the galaxy. Everyone of those loyal to Jagger and the Fuga Family had their reservations about the new Little Lord, but when it was stated that Arenais would be the regent of the Neo-Dominion, there was little opposition of the families loyalty. The Regent was a very close friend of the previous Lord, and since the Admiral and Lord Mephirium were already close friends. The whole political structure of the Dominion was fragile at the moment and many power gaps would allow any promotion an easy step. Yet recruitment was a very strong initiative that Drox cared very little about. The Fuga Family already had the ships, soldiers, and recourse to fight a small war. Allies and pull in the Dominion where what Drox was currently looking for. Allying the family to the Graysons and possibly the famed other Hero Families would cement his position.

As he was thinking this, Drox was standing back stage when the new Little Lord scurried away. Drox as well as the other soldiers bowed their heads and placed their right fist across their chest, and bowed their heads in respect. The Phoenix Legions as well as the Skyfall and Cerberus Legions had pledged to the Fuga Family who bowed before the Grayson's when Admiral Jagger joined the Dominion. Drox was about to speak with the young Archlord, but he just continued to walk to the private grounds that he lived on. Now was not the time to speak with him since Drox was called forward to represent Jagger Fuga, Grand Admiral of the Fallen Legions, Governor of Gyndine and Hapan Lord and more importantly, Hero of Atrisia. In his Grey Uniform, Drox stepped forward to accept the award for his family.

"I am Drox Fuga, Head of the Fuga Family, Commander of the Army of Ash, and Legionary Manufacturing," He bowed his head to the Regent who was now to lead the Dominion, "All are at the command of the Dominion as agreed by my predecessor and hero, Admiral Jagger Fuga," He rose from his bow and looked back at the crowed, "LONG LIVE THE DOMINION!"

[member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Grace Darkson"]