Private The Imperial Cabal: Final Part / The Sacred War

[Moff Evner Braxiatel]

NYRIAAN
Imperial Headquarters

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Some weeks after the Imperial Summit, with the help of Director Reiner Ghadi , of whom Braxiatel had established encrypted contact before, an encrypted message was sent, by his contacts within the ISB, directly from ISB headquarters. There was no possibility of tracking where the message came from, or at least they both hoped so.

High-Ranking Imperials Antipater, Domaric Mordane and Dyans Keto would receive said message in their personal comlinks, datapads or other communication devices, as long as they were personal, and had some form of encryption -as almost all imperial communication devices were encrypted, specially of such high-ranking personel, it wouldn't be a problem. A brief message followed:

The Dark Empire is in danger. Your presence is needed. In exactly three days, at 12:00 standard hour, meet me at [coordinates leading to Garqi's orbit]. Don't bring untrusted personel. Don't mention this message to anybody. Destroy this message after reading.

The Empire is in our hands. We must cling to it with both of them, or it will fall.

Some would, indubitably, note the paranoia inherently put in the message. Others will mention how meeting at a planet outside of Imperial territory would expose them too much. But the Moff was counting on the three of them to trust the message, exactly because of how much secure it was.

On the day chosen, a Caçadore-Class Corvette would be seen by any of those three imperials, waiting for all of them to be there for it to begin communications. It was not piloted by Moff Braxiatel himself -no, he was not even in the ship, in cade there were any betrayal. He had a plan B in case things went south, but he hoped dearly that it didn't. He would have to frame one of his own, otherwise. They knew exactly what they were doing, and accepted this reality, but it would be a pity nonetheless.

The ship would wait until 12:15 standard time, to finally transmit more information directly to the other ships

Jump to [Coordinates leading to Nyriaan], dock at [Coordinates leading to a Nyriaan Colonisation Alternative Directory Agency (NADA) base in the Steamfields]. Delete your Ship's logs.

Waiting for no one, the ship immediately jumped to hyperspace. It would be the first to dock at the NADA's base.

If the imperials choose to follow the commands sent to them, they would travel to a mountain bordering the steamfield, its top made of durasteel. A big passageway would be opened from the top of the mountain, leading to a base inside the natural structure. It was there where the three would meet for the first time. Since Director Reiner was explicitly involved in the scheme from the beginning, he wouldn't have to pass through the boring proccess the others had: he would be there, waiting, his ship docked.​

Reiner Ghadi Domaric Mordane Dyans Keto Antipater

 

[Dyans Keto]

Theme: Game of Survival
Equipment: Krath Holy Battle Suit | Krath blood blade(Dagger) | Krath Dire Sword | x2 Stiletto Knives | Song Steel Cybernetic left arm
Tags: Moff Evner Braxiatel | Reiner Ghadi | Antipater | Domaric Mordane

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"It could be a trap to lure you in so that they can take the deep core from you, Empress." The mind slaved childer allowed to speak freely in Dyans presence. She could feel it's fear of her having a second death. The childer's words did not fall on deaf ears, The Empress and Regent of deep core knew well the risks. "Perhaps, send one of your doppelgangers in your place?"

Though that was a reasonable plan the thought of maintaining such an illusion over a long distance would prove problematic. That and if proper safeguards were put in place such a ruse would not go unnoticed. Then there was the problem if any of those going to this meeting were force dead such an illusion though near perfect would be seen through instantly. Force dead beings were a plague upon this galaxy that would need to be wiped out at some point.

"No, I must go." She said firmly. "Go prepare for takeoff." The childer bowed and left to prepare the rest of the mind slaved crew. It was a simple shell game four ships took off from Empress Teta's space port. Two of them with the royal seal emblazoned upon them, one that was a Dark Imperial ship, and the fourth and final one a simple Corellian older yt cargo ship. The first three had a doppelganger of Empress Keto enter them and disembark, while the cargo ship had the real Dyans onboard masked by an illusion to make her look like just a cargo crew member. The other three crews were unaware that they were not taking the real Empress keto somewhere.

The crew aboard the Cargo ship where all mind slaved childer incapable of betraying Dyans and would give their lives for her with a simple command of her voice or mental prodding. Only a few hours later they arrived at the first location, unimpeded by GA check points as the Cargo ship had grain for some outer rim territory and its paperwork all above board. It was sometimes how military officials and delegates moved between the dark empire and deep core territories.

Then new coordinates were given drawing them to the next location. Dyan's reflected how it would have been easier to just have the meeting on Empress Teta, she could easily secure a meeting location with her krath members and childer loyal to her crown. They pulled out hyperspace over Nyriaan a jungle world with a mountainous region. Dyans looked down at the world from a view port, as the cargo ship skirted over the jungles for the mountains.

"We have arrived at the location of the coordinates; we are preparing to dock." The voice of the childer came over the intercom. "Good." She responded to the no one around her then sent a mental call to all her childer onboard. "Have your strength at the ready in case this is a trap. I have left you dinner in bin eleven." With that as the ship landed she began to disembark alone from the cargo ship.

 

[Domaric Mordane]

Moff Evner Braxiatel | Dyans Keto | Reiner Ghadi | Antipater​

The bacta tank hummed faintly in the medbay of the Imperius, its pale blue light casting a cold glow over Allegiant General Domaric Mordane's imposing frame. Suspended in the viscous liquid, his eyes remained closed, his features betraying nothing of the searing wounds that marred his body only hours prior. The battle for Muunilinst had been hard-won, each scar a testament to his relentless resolve and unyielding service to the Empire.

A soft chime echoed within the sterile chamber, and the med-droid turned to a small console. It displayed an incoming, encrypted message flagged directly to Mordane's personal commlink. Such messages were rare, especially one bypassing all standard protocols. The droid, well-versed in its patient's preferences, initiated the message's playback through an external speaker.

"The Dark Empire is in danger. Your presence is needed..."

The voice, calm yet insistent, crackled through the chamber. Mordane's eyes snapped open at the words, his mind immediately parsing the tone and intent. He had spent decades deciphering truth from subterfuge, and though paranoia was a staple in the Imperial hierarchy, this message bore the hallmarks of genuine urgency. Still suspended in the bacta tank, he gestured curtly to the droid. Moments later, the restorative liquid began to drain, and Mordane stepped onto the platform with a precision that belied his recent injuries.

Wrapped in a medical robe, he reviewed the message on his datapad, its contents scrolling past his calculating gaze. Coordinates leading to Garqi, a rendezvous with minimal information, and the directive to avoid involving others—on its surface, it reeked of either desperation or a carefully laid trap. Yet the veil of secrecy, the calculated risks implied by the sender, piqued his interest.

Mordane moved briskly to his quarters, already formulating the logistics of his departure. Once clad in his black uniform, its crimson trim marking his authority, he activated his terminal. The Imperius would remain in orbit over Muunilinst under his adjutant's command, ready to respond to any unexpected fallout from the battle.

"Admiral Stahl," Mordane addressed the hologram of his trusted second-in-command. "I will be taking a shuttle to address a… sensitive matter. Maintain orbit over Muunilinst. Any deviations in protocol, and you will answer directly to me."

The Admiral's reply was a sharp salute. "Understood, Allegiant General."

With that, Mordane departed for the hangar. His chosen shuttle, sleek and unassuming, slipped away from the colossal shadow of the Imperius and into hyperspace.

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Three days later, Mordane's shuttle emerged from hyperspace above Garqi. The sleek, Caçadore-Class Corvette loomed ahead, its minimalist design betraying none of its purpose. Mordane's presence filled the cabin as he surveyed the vessel from the viewport, the faint hum of his shuttle's systems the only sound. At exactly 12:15 standard time, a transmission reached his ship, redirecting him to Nyriaan. The encrypted coordinates betrayed an unconventional location, but Mordane didn't hesitate.

"Plot the course," he commanded.

The jump to Nyriaan was seamless, the destination shrouded in mist and mystery. Upon docking at the specified base within the Steamfields, Mordane stepped from his shuttle, his polished boots striking the durasteel floor with the measured cadence of authority. His battle armor, freshly repaired but still bearing the faintest scorch marks from Muunilinst, only added to his formidable presence.

Inside the mountain base, Mordane's piercing gaze swept the surroundings, taking in every detail. The steamy environment did little to temper the icy discipline radiating from him. When he finally entered the designated meeting chamber, he was the picture of Imperial might—his aura of command palpable, his expression betraying neither trust nor trepidation.

Standing at his full height, he addressed the room, his deep voice resonating with the weight of command:

"You summoned me. I trust you understand what that entails."

It was not a question but a statement—a reminder of the stakes involved and the authority he brought to the table. Mordane's presence was as much a warning as it was an invitation to proceed. The Dark Empire, in all its fractured glory, would find in him a guardian—and a reckoning.

 

[Antipater]

Moff Evner Braxiatel | Dyans Keto | Domaric Mordane | Reiner Ghadi

Antipater arrived. Alone, of course, and aboard a nondescript and antiquated personal freighter. There were no other lifeforms aboard. The little intrigue game he had been made to play to get here had piqued his interest. It could only mean that something drastic was in the works. Either that or it was a trap - in which case this unit could self-disintegrate, and Antipater would deny all involvement... And if that failed, he would simply defect to the Diarchy.

Not optimal, but continuance could often require non-optimal actions be taken.

The droid-moff paused for precisely three seconds at the edge of the boarding ramp to adjust his rank insignia plaque. He then proceeded rigidly to the meeting space, side-stepping a still-standing Mordane to take his seat at the table. It was hardly a large space. Ghadi and Keto were already present as well. A formidable enough triumvirate on their own, particularly if Keto was to be appointed warden of the core.

Who else were they waiting on?