Mostly Shipyard Stuff

[J3C0]

[member="Darth Isolda"]
Eventually, they arrived.

Shara placed the tiny doll of a woman down onto the ground before him, his massive hands big enough to encompass almost her entire upper body in a single fist. His eyes looked at her almost mournfully, though for a moment he said nothing.

Instead he regarded the wide aspect of space that lay before them, the massive vessel being build just outside of their reach, and the huge city world that lay just beneath that. He had waited for centuries to conquer Coruscant. Trained and fought for this goal for uncounted years. Now that he had done it, a part of him felt completely.

“Death.” He rumbled, his voice like a falling mountain. “It is an eventuality?”

It was difficult to perceive if he was actually asking a question, or making a statement.

 

[Vulpesen]

Tsolan's boots tapped against the ground as he finally arrived, his face once again hidden behind his mask as he stepped up behind [member="Darth Praelior"]. "I am here. Where am I needed?" The voice was cold, bordering on dead. He was not here for games, he was here for a purpose. Now, he needed to know what that purpose was.

 

[Seras Goto]

Seras looked at the ones gathered around while she exited off the shuttle, the other sith coming to help and make sure things progressed as foreseen and what not. That wasn't what interested her as she tapped a finger and mechanical breathes came out. Removing the shawl to leave the back of her neck exposed to the air as it tingled and chilled the parts of it she looked out at the ship being built. She had plans, oh so many plans for what they could do and wanted to work on her part for the empire. Research and disposal in labor camps for the ones who didn't submit. Make them useful to the Dark lord in other ways. She was a doctor after all.

 

[Darth Isolda]

Molten silver eyes would swirl as Darth Isolda would peer up at Shara. Her hand would rise, inky tipped fingers lightly grazing over the hard exoskeleton of the Maelibus, one may wonder if in affection.

"We are all but mere vessels. Life. Death. It can be transcended.” she’d say quietly. Whatever other words would fall from her lips would be quelled at the arrival of Darth Praelior and DarthTsolan.

Others would soon appear.

The Eye of the Dark Lord would quietly observe at the two as the report was given. A nod was given, then she would state

“We need to uncover just how many businesses call Coruscant their main headquarters. Interacting with these companies will strengthen our hold over Coruscant and aide in the defense of the world.” she’d say.

BlastTech, Incom, and any other business that would call coruscant home would now have to interact with the One Sith Empire.

 

[J3C0]

Shara nodded again.

He would have to speak to her later, more privately. The Dark Lord as powerful, powerful enough to overcome death a thousand times. The Demon Lord knew this, and perhaps he had experienced it first hand, but as his eyes shifted to the planet below, something unsaid remained within his heart.

“They must not be antagonized.” Shara said almost off handed. Those business on Coruscant had served the Republic yes, but mostly because thats what had made money.

If they could now be convinced to shift their effort to the One Sith, a society that was proven to be more favorable to capitalism than a Republic. Well then those corporation would be allies, if not friends.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

[member="Darth Isolda"]

Balaya gave a nod of her head, hearing about the businesses on Coruscant that would help them keep a foothold as she looked to the others who were there or arriving. Letting her grin come to her face now. "Understood." She had the Purifier and they could scour the galaxy for recruits now they needed to keep up with the good stuff of it all. She moved to let the others get in and crossed her arms under her chest while bringing up the information on the datapad and scrolling through it to find while linking up.

 

[Tefka]

"Stocks are through the roof for Titan Industries, sir."

Tsavong grunted in reply.

He stood within the Obelisk, the headquarters on Coruscant's Upper Level, one of the many skyscrapers that stood on the horizon. His four arms were folded behind his back as he admired the view out his office.

The Obelisk.

"Put in the purchase order to the One Sith again for subsidization."

The clerk nodded and carried on.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra kept her hood up from the grey cloak she wore and under it her pure white robes that she would not part with, at her waist were the sabers she had created with the help of [member="Darth Tsolan"] before he joined the sith, unknowingly still to Alexandra (As she didn't see him standing two feet from her, because reasons). Her White hair was let loose and on her shoulders as she walked and her silver eyes piercing out from the shade the hood provide, in truth not fully sure why she was here but if it was worth showing up to see then it was worth her caring enough to show up. She quickly took a look about the room and fell in next to the darth she knew best, hands crossed behind her as she walked and spoke to the zeltron. "Well, what is it that seems to be the occasion my former master?" She made a slight bow but no other action.

[member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Darth Armyss"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Vilox Pazela"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Tsolan rose an eyebrow as he heard, felt, and saw [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] walk past him to @Darth Pralior. And what is she doing here? He kept the mask over his face and his body hidden under the black robes. Deciding to keep himself hidden lest he get punched, the man formerly known as Vulpesen simply shrank into the shadows of the force, letting them hide his presence. He would reveal himself eventually, but now was not the time.

 

[Arturious Engel]

Arturious slipped in amongst the others just listening not sure why he was even hear knowing not a soul in the crowd past a familiar face or two he had seen while wondering the Academy halls among the Acolytes

He just listened and watched his hood covering his face trying half heartedly to blend in as much as his six foot two frame would allow trying to catch up on whatever was going on.


[member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

With that done, Isolda would turn to Darth Shara.

"What is the word on how long it will take to complete the shipyards?" she asked, "And are there any predatory designs for a fleet?" if they are able to gather the resources of those loyal to the One Sith, chances are they are able to produce worthy ships of the fleet.

"And [member="Daella Apparine"]? Has she spoken to the other delegates yet?"

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Coruscant


With the fall of Corsucant to the One Sith, the Countess had come to investigate the local change in government. Long ago, Coruscant once belonged to the great Sith Empire, a mere shadow of a memory for those who could remember. Here she ruled as Empress long ago -- how time and power is fleeting.

From under the delicate black netting of her decorated hat, the Countess would quietly overview the construction of the new Imperial Senate Hall. A look of admiration would wash over her pale face, those feline tri-colored eyes observing with approval.

The construction of shipyards was underway, and she would be blind to not see the investment opportunities. War brought with it a stir of economy, and if she could invest in these very shipyards, then she would see a return in profit.

 

[J3C0]

“I do not know about Junra.” Shara was always one to use the Darth Names of those of his brothers and sisters, he considered their lives outside of the One Sith to be completely null and void. He didn't fault anyone for not using them, especially because of the @mention system didn't really allow for it at this particular point.

“Mierin has been tasked with the commission of a primary vessel for the fleet. She has begun her work.” He ground his teeth for a moment. “The Shipyards will be finished in time for her return.”

That was all really just a guess. Who could say when Mierin would return. It could be a day, or it could be weeks. The woman had always been strange in the eyes of Shara, worshiping to the Dark Lord and...motherly to everyone else, including him. The woman however always completed her missions, and Shara was confident she would return succesful.

 

[Darth Isolda]

"We should encourage a grand celebration for its completion," she suggested, " As a way to encourage and make a statement about the change that is imminent." she would state.

"If it ties into the completion of the Imperial Grand Hall, it would make a welcome opportunity to invite delegates of other nations."

 

[J3C0]

Shara thought for a moment, then bobbed his head in agreement.

“I do not think I am in charge of such decisions my dear.” Shara said almost complacently as though the thought of a party scared him. The Maelibus had never been much for celebrations, usually he just smashed things and then went home. Most of his brothers thought it best not to invite him where things could easily be broken, parties were often such places and it was difficult to argue.

Shara was quite big after all.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

The donation from the House of Bathory towards the construction of the shipyards would be underway, much to the distinct pleasure of the Countess of Bathory.

How divine, she would muse as she would then stroll along the side gardens of the building being constructed behind her. Her tri-coloured gaze would sweep up towards the heavens, where the shipyard’s silhouette would pierce the heavens.

What a marvelous sight.

 

[Tefka]

"Has the order gone through yet?"

There was a slight delay in his accountants response.

"No, sir. They're apparently getting stuck in processing."

Tsavong sighed.

Good enough for government work, I suppose.

 

[Darth Isolda]

[member="Darth Mierin"]

"It shall be planned accordingly," Darth Isolda said with a measure of promise. A hand would come to rest along his thick forearm, perhaps in comfort? One could never know exactly what lay behind the dark gaze of the Eye of the Dark Lord.

"There is still much to be done," she would say, "In life." a pause " In death." her expression would become contemplative. First would be the shipyards, then the temples, and finally then the creation of a new Force Nexus of power.

 

[J3C0]

"There always seems to be much to do." Shara said coldly as he slid his hand around Isolda.

He picked her up again, but did not carry her off this time. Instead he lifted her off from the floor, and placed her on his shoulder as though she were a parrot. It was easy enough to do in the massive space of the Shipyard, and she would still garner a great view. This way she would be closer to him.

And perhaps later they could speak.

 

[Darth Isolda]

And lo, the One Sith Darths would stand over and watch the continued construction of the shipyards. Soon, they would be completed and in turn be able to produce and manufacture the great ships of the fleet that they would need for the ongoing vision of the Dark Lord.

Working alongside businesses that call Coruscant home, the One Sith Empire began to mold and forge the cogs that would soon spin towards the future war efforts.

Bringing order from chaos.