Nathema Orbital Complex

[Darth Odium]

His ship was given clearance to dock at the appropriate docking port. The simple nondescript medium transport had once served his Master on a quest to destabilize the galaxy and now he employed it to take advantage of that destabilization.

The airlock cycled as his small crew finished the docking procedures. They were dressed in uniforms fitting of Krath military. Even Odium had dressed in his proper noble attire. He would be Lord Orem Keto-Vistas today, minor Tetan nobility.

The airlock opened and his Gand attendant lead the way into the station's corridor. Odium followed in his Tetan suit and waited for pleasantries to be concluded.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Darth Odium"]

Vanessa Vantai was there to greet him, along with a pair of Dark Troopers - the mechanical sort, taller than she was and carrying their blaster cannons like rifles. "So, Lord Keto-Vistas. I understand that some associates of yours wish to follow a very appropriate path - that of helping to subjugate the Core and ensure its allegiance to the darkness." The Sith lady smiled. "Unfortunately, I don't think Coruscant will be very willing to embrace your ideology with open arms. Which is why I'd like to offer you the resources you need to successfully enact your goals." Vanessa turned about, the Dark Troopers following her.

"Come along, Lord Keto. I have something to show you that I'm sure you will most certainly appreciate."

 

[Darth Odium]

"Y-y-y-yes of-f-f-fcourse." He stuttered out nervously as he moved to follow.

He walked shoulders hunched forward, head slightly down and watched the corridor for surprises. The death troopers certainly helped make his nerves appropriately on edge. The Gand aide followed calmly as ever, multifaceted eyes unchanged as they watched everything.

The Gand was a findsman, and incredibly talented for an overgrown insect. Odium considered testing to see if its species had some kind of latent hive mind buried in its evolutionary past but he would rather not lose his attendant before his usefulness was at an end.

"Fffffffffff." He took a breath, "Thank you for seeing me. It w-w-w-was g-g-g-g-good of you to offer aide."


[member="Vanessa Vantai"]

 

[Onrai]

The trio would head to a shuttle with seemingly tinted glass. Once aboard, the shuttle would exit the complex, then enter hyperspace. Vanessa would not speak until the ship exited and she headed to type something into a panel on the shuttle. Instantly, the tint would disappear, revealing the hulks of dead starships for as far as they eye could see. A mix of aged Sith Empire ships, some dating back from the original Sith Empire that had fought decades ago, and Galactic Alliance ships were also mixed in with the cocktail of vessels.

"Welcome to the Imperial Graveyard. A navy and a third are located here." She replied, motioning to the molecular forge devouring a Zash-class cruiser. "Tell me what you and your organization can use, and I will provide it." She stopped next to a Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer. "In fact, let me provide you something to start with." She motioned to the dead vessel next to her. "This delightful ship...The Iceni. Formerly a New Order and Sith Empire fleet flagship, now resting here. This ship I am willing to give to you, fully updated with the latest in weaponry I can offer. Your men can be trained in its operation by Sith and New Order veterans. Or if you wish, I can provide you with the droids you need to stretch your men just a little bit more." She replied.

"What do you say?"

[member="Darth Odium"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Vanessa Vantai"]

" I-I-I-I say that that is a b-b-b-beautiful ship." He replied maintaining his stuttering idiocy.

His eyes scanned the various hull designs and formats. Some ships he recognized from reports he had gotten his hands on, others were utterly unknown to him. He watched the woman's eyes as he looked at her and then back out to the ships in the massive ship graveyard. It was an impressive collection, but those groups had ultimately fallen, destroyed scattered, and only spoken of in the past tense. He took it as an object lesson that a fleet would be useless without a strong hand to hold it all together. He only hoped the Empress surrounded herself with the right people.

"D-d-d-do I see an Elliah-class Heavy Cruiser and Monitor-class corvettes?" He asked adding the right amount of awe to his voice to properly stroke the woman's ego. " I wwwwould very much like to organize the addition of tttt-those, to my Empress' Fleet."

 

[Onrai]

"...you know, you can stop the stuttering any time." Vanessa replied, looking at the disguised Sith Lord. "It's alright. I know that you're attempting to encourage my putting my guard down with the facade, but honestly, if we could be a bit more frank with one another, I would appreciate that immensely." She replied. "Yes, the Elliahs and the Monitors are here. The Monitors are decades old - just preemptively warning you, they will more than likely need to be refitted - and the Elliahs could use some work as well. The Iceni is of course already within your inventory, a gift from yours truly. Is there anything else I can offer you? Perhaps former Alliance technology or even my company's offerings on the civilian market? Whatever floats your boat." She pondered.

"After all, the more of a backbone you show, the better."

[member="Darth Odium"]