Han Vane
The Wash Upped Jedi
To Whom it may Concern:
Your presence is herby invoked by executive order of the Consul at a Mandatory meeting of those who represent the seniority of the High Command and Tactical Command aboard the warship CPS Fang . The purpose of this meeting shall be revealed at the discretion of the Consul if and when he so chooses.- Vice Admiral Metias Iparis, Personal attaché to Consul Savri Sal II
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And so the message was sent. The room was cold. Too cold to the Consul's liking. But he would manage. Problems were on the rise and he would not be dealing with the Anarchy that adorned the Protectorate Defense Force for so long. He demanded order. He sat in a golden throne, one of twelve arranged in a circular formation in a lavish meeting room that had been set up by his express order. He was in formal dress with golden epulates adorning his broad shoulders, a lavish velvet cape was thrown across his back. A white ship emanated from his coat. "Sir, the guest have arrived" said Vice Admiral Iparis as he entered and took his place in one of the Golden Thrones. "Good. Tell them we have very important things to discuss regarding our increases expansion and the organization of this military" he replied adjusting himself in the throne at the center most of the formation. "He we go" he muttered as the first officials walked in.
Your presence is herby invoked by executive order of the Consul at a Mandatory meeting of those who represent the seniority of the High Command and Tactical Command aboard the warship CPS Fang . The purpose of this meeting shall be revealed at the discretion of the Consul if and when he so chooses.- Vice Admiral Metias Iparis, Personal attaché to Consul Savri Sal II
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And so the message was sent. The room was cold. Too cold to the Consul's liking. But he would manage. Problems were on the rise and he would not be dealing with the Anarchy that adorned the Protectorate Defense Force for so long. He demanded order. He sat in a golden throne, one of twelve arranged in a circular formation in a lavish meeting room that had been set up by his express order. He was in formal dress with golden epulates adorning his broad shoulders, a lavish velvet cape was thrown across his back. A white ship emanated from his coat. "Sir, the guest have arrived" said Vice Admiral Iparis as he entered and took his place in one of the Golden Thrones. "Good. Tell them we have very important things to discuss regarding our increases expansion and the organization of this military" he replied adjusting himself in the throne at the center most of the formation. "He we go" he muttered as the first officials walked in.