The Forgotten One
Terminus. The last cosmopolitan planet at the end of the Corellian Trade Spine and Hydian Way. The buildings were exotic, and ships hailed from all over Wild Space and the Unknown Regions and came in all shapes and sizes. Lord Prometheon of the Fringe, the public persona of Darth Kentarch, had chosen the crucial socioeconomic center at the edge of the galaxy as the meeting place for the diplomatic meeting between the Moross Crusade and the Fringe Confederation. He believed the planet’s overall atmosphere reflected the values and lifestyle of all those who lived beyond the Western Reaches, and made it a perfect choice to hold talks between diplomats.
A large civilian model transport touched down at Terminus’s largest space port. Lord Prometheon swiftly exited the back of the ship, he was confident he fit the bill for the situation. Dressed in robes that were similar of any Core World noble, green robes with a lavish red sash adorned with medals and ribbons. His house’s noble crest proudly displayed on his shoulder, yet the house itself unrecognizable to anyone who did not known the all the intricacies of noble demesnes and family trees. Given his known anti-Jedi policies along with his liberal feelings towards the force, and his air of self-entitlement matched with an unrecognizable noble linage, he fit the bill as some liberal exile who had taken up with the Fringe.
“Lets not waste the time of our hosts. Gods be with them.” He said to one of the Fringe aides while moving through the space port. He knew little of the religion surrounding the Crusade, but had taken as much time as possible to learn what he could of it. Eventually he came to several soldiers dressed in the uniforms of those who served The Moross and their leaders. “Gentleman, I am Lord Prometheon of the Fringe Confederation, an ambassador and delegate here to discuss the arrangements and nature of our relations between are two great nations. I am here on appointment with [member="Zoey Marix"] to discuss these matters.” Kentarch said. Hoping they would be escorted to the meeting place promptly.
A large civilian model transport touched down at Terminus’s largest space port. Lord Prometheon swiftly exited the back of the ship, he was confident he fit the bill for the situation. Dressed in robes that were similar of any Core World noble, green robes with a lavish red sash adorned with medals and ribbons. His house’s noble crest proudly displayed on his shoulder, yet the house itself unrecognizable to anyone who did not known the all the intricacies of noble demesnes and family trees. Given his known anti-Jedi policies along with his liberal feelings towards the force, and his air of self-entitlement matched with an unrecognizable noble linage, he fit the bill as some liberal exile who had taken up with the Fringe.
“Lets not waste the time of our hosts. Gods be with them.” He said to one of the Fringe aides while moving through the space port. He knew little of the religion surrounding the Crusade, but had taken as much time as possible to learn what he could of it. Eventually he came to several soldiers dressed in the uniforms of those who served The Moross and their leaders. “Gentleman, I am Lord Prometheon of the Fringe Confederation, an ambassador and delegate here to discuss the arrangements and nature of our relations between are two great nations. I am here on appointment with [member="Zoey Marix"] to discuss these matters.” Kentarch said. Hoping they would be escorted to the meeting place promptly.
