Private Moving Foward

[Tristan Evore]

Location // Chancellery of Unity, Naval Command Chambers //
Objective // Much to Discuss //
Tags // John Maverick Charles Castex Chris Walker //

<"Grand Admiral, your guests have arrived."> The Voice of his Sluis Van Secretary was rather scaly and slithery, much like it's owner. The Admirals guards undoubtedly frowned behind thier black masks, letting out an exasperated sigh, disguised only by thier communicators. Tristan himself displayed an annoyance at the Commander before realizing it was he who had called the two Admirals to Schesa.

<"Send them in, Commander. Initate Black Mode. You know my authorization"> The tired and weary voice of the Anzati called out. Within minutes, low and warm black flood lights swarmed around the room, scanning the area for listening devices and any other devices which could be used for espionage.

<"Scan Complete. No devices found. Admiral Maverick, Rear Admiral Castex and General Walker are on thier way">. Before answering, Tristan turned to the twin Executer Trooper Guards at the door, and when they grunted in approval he replied.

<"Very Well">

 

[Charles Castex]

U N I O N
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Location: Chancellery of Unity, Naval Command Chambers

Wearing: A long black version of his normal clothes with white flowers decorated all over it.

-His Razor Fingernails are firmly in place

-His Surgical Tools are tucked away in his cloak along

-Two Lightsaber’s Hidden Away


Charles stood there waiting patiently as he cracked his neck side to side the noise was auditable as he did the same with his fingers. True it may have seemed like the simple exercise of someone popping a few tired joints, but for the Rear Admiral it held a deeper secret. He had waited till any sweeps or scanning was done before finishing the rhythm his fingers cracked to, activating his recent cybernetic implant. Should it be discovered he had built in plausible deniability to its very design, sighing softly as he truly didn’t think he would need it for this meeting. However information was power, and even the smallest pieces could be stacked against someone if used at the proper place and proper time. He had nothing against Tristan, but his desire to preserve the state preceded any such professional relationships, and the gathering of recorded evidence of misdeeds or future treachery was the quickest way to cut off the head of a rebellious snake.

So he quietly waited until they were called for to come in and with a purposeful stride, he stepped away from his spot leaning against the wall and into the room. Making no rush to precede or proceed after the other two, Charles would slowly make his way in, giving a soft bow in Tristan’s direction, ”Greetings Grand Admiral Tristan, may I congratulate on your promotion…” His words were cold and calculated each pronounced very carefully before making his way to chair before the others desk. Sitting down with a gracefulness that belayed his size, the big guy crossed one leg over the other and asked curiously, ”So what is it you wish to talk to us about?” Charles purposefully phrased it as a rhetorical question, as he did make a point to try and be prepared for meetings as fully as possible.

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[John Maverick]

U N I O N
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Location: Chancellery of Unity, Naval Command Chambers
Dress: A long black version of his normal clothes with white flowers decorated all over it.

The Union was still in its infancy stage, though it was expanding rapidly throughout the unknown regions. John sighed quietly while he waited in the reception room. The meeting would most likely be brief, though he was prepared to endure a long discussion. "Admiral Maverick, the Grand Admiral will now see you." He nodded and walked to the office behind the rear admiral.

"Grand Admiral Evore, Rear Admiral Castex." John nodded to each, "May I also congratulate you on your promotion." He took his seat opposite of Tristan and next to Charles.

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[Tristan Evore]

Location // Chancellor of Unity, Naval Command Chambers
Objective // Much to Discuss //
Tags // John Maverick Charles Castex //

<"Thank you. It's good to hear that from men like the both of you rather than corporate lackeys and politicians, yes?"> He paused to look over the both of them, from head to toe. His eyes fluctuated briefly before returning to an ice cold blue gaze.

They would do just fine

<"Heave either of you read any of the reports from circulating throughout the galaxy. The ones from the Third Imperial Civil War. If you have , keep that thought, I want your opinions, for myself albeit">

As he talked, he poured each of them a glass of vintage Corellian Ale, a gift from his oldest daughter. <"Rear Admiral Castex, as per my recommendations to the Chancellor's you are hereby granted the full rank of Admiral, pending official ceremony. The boring things always come before fun, eh?">