Private Watch The Throne

[Irveric Tavlar]

//IN ORBIT// Ilum //ON BOARD// Epitaph //TIMELINE// Shortly After The Darkness Is Revealing... //THEMATIC// Prophecies //FOCUS// Kenth Tavlar | Tithon Antilles

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Ilum. A frigid and near lifeless planet - it was an ideal venue for what was needed of it. A staging ground - away from under the banner of the crimson saber. The Sith Empire's highest echelons no longer held any trust for one of pillars of command. An interesting change of pace, for Tavlar never trusted them to begin with. It was an utterly parasitic bond, one which rewarded the Sith with more worlds under its control and more wounds marring Tavlar's form and mental construct. As much as the Sith sought to free themselves, to break their chains - they only bound more in their hold.

To protect himself and further secure his goals - Irveric began to lay his web further. Via a transmission behind several layers of encryption - the Admiral Antilles and his closest retinue was summoned to the frozen world. Awaiting him in orbit, the bulk of Tavlar's fleet hung well into the exosphere, the wedge shaped silhouettes channeling generations worth of Imperial dominance over the galaxy. Maintaining a ghost of a presence in Imperial space to avoid tripping any alarms, a great deal of Tavlar's host was in hiding here.

Hailing Antilles and his confidants aboard the Epitaph there was little fanfare there to welcome them. Barely able to manage their way past the fighters and star ships in routine patrol around the fleet. The two were motioned through the hangarbay and into a lift which brought them to the ship's command bridge. Speaking flatly with one of his subordinates Tavlar stood on a raised section as men flanking the central walk way toiled away at their isolated tasks, communicating between one another as was needed. The ship's captain eventually glancing to the arrival of the two, nodding once to Tavlar before making his way to another section of the bridge.

"Admiral...it is reassuring that you recieved my transmission. I can only expect word of what was said at the Sith assembly came back to you and your retinue?" He asked, arching the brow of his working eye to the two. Irveric was an ever living monument to his resilience. Embedded between blaster burns, flechette and blade scars jutted a row of metallic beskar protrusions from his skull and an eye patch over his right eye. His reputation as one of the Sith Empire's more effective commander showed in spades even if only based from appearance alone. Though even still he was as Vaulkhar described him...a mortal man in a court of gods. No different than the two before him.

 

[Tithon Antilles]

“General.”, Tithon offered flatly as he slowly clenched his fist, and rested it into the small of his back with the other hand cradling it. With feet spread, he took a few steps to the side and glanced up to Tavlar - but with a bit of intensity in his look.​

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The man stood ‘above’ Tithon - the question was whether he intended to impart it as some commanding feature of this conversation; something Antilles clenched his jaw at the thought of. Tavlar deserved respect, surely, but as did Antilles. His gaze momentarily shifted to Gaius as he spoke;​

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“It has.”, he acknowledged, though flatly.​

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“The Sith play their religious fanaticism, and we suffer for it.”, Tithon offered with a second, momentary clench of his jaw.​

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“I did think your rant was… enlightening, General Tavlar. Tell me, was your hope to add another lightsaber mark on that face of yours?”, Antilles said with a cocked brow as he looked up at the General.​

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Irveric Tavlar │ Kenth Tavlar​

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

//FOCUS// Tithon Antilles | Kenth Tavlar

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"I've got more than my fair share of those, if that was all I cared to see I would've had you speak in my stead, Admiral." Tavlar retorted before glancing between the two for a brief moment.

"This argument over esoteric virtues does nothing but set us back. I made my thoughts known to the Sith and my head is due for a pike I've no doubt. Surely you know well your's won't be too far behind now that you've met me here. The radicals among Voyance's flock are not the most desirable allies but even so, they are allies." Tavlar remarks candidly.

"And what brings you here, Lord Colonel?" He asked, shifting his attention to Draco. If the man was anything he was certainly an impressive physical specimen. Where Antilles had the aura of a commander about him, Draco seemed to carry himself far more akin to a primal warrior, a killer. A bruiser under Antilles command, he could only assume but such escort was hardly necessary here. Tavlar would've acted far more tactfully if he sought to snuff out the Admiral and if Antilles ever anticipated that he likely would've ignored or reported the Lord General's transmission to begin with. The Lord Colonel might've very well had his own motives for placing himself here.

 

[Kenth Tavlar]

Standing opposite both Admiral Antilles, and General Tavlar, Gaius completed the triangle that the three of them had formed. Much like the other two that held a military posture, Gaius did the same. Though both his arms were crossed over his wide chest. The black and grey uniform the spy wore almost seeming to strain against the muscle that bulged beneath it. Cerulean eyes glanced from Tithon to Tavlar as the General directly addressed him.

“What more is there to say than what you and Admiral Antilles have? The Sith care nothing about us, about the true Imperial citizens.” Biting down on the inside of his lips, brows furrowing slightly, Gaius straightened further which almost seemed to be an impossible feat.

“I’ve served in the agency since they conscripted us into service on Bastion.”

One of the spy's fists tightened, digging into the fabric of the officer’s uniform. Eyes glowering with a flame, and a promise of damnation Gaius felt the molecular furnace within his chest coming alive once more. Memories surfacing of when the Sith had come to Bastion, how helpless he'd been. How what had been rightfully his, stolen. “What they’ve done to the planet, what they’ve done to my planet is unforgivable. Bastion used to be a glorious world, then the Sith came, planting their temples, imposing their rule over the people. A rule that does more for the Sith than it does for the people itself, and then they excommunicated and executed those that held rightful claim to the world.”

Irveric Tavlar | Tithon Antilles

 

[Tithon Antilles]

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Tithon listened to Irveric speak of radical sith ‘allies’ to fight back against the radical Sith ‘enemies’, and couldn’t help but sneer ever so slightly as the hands behind his back clenched. Voyance was little more than a wild card, and Tithon could only hope that Irveric knew that - while Gaius seemed all the more interested in petty revenge for the fall of his ‘Imperial’ culture. With a glance of his vision back to Irveric, Tithon spoke;​

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“So your plan is to use murderous, religious fanatics to break an Empire full of murderous, religious fanatics?”, Tithon said with a quiet, smoldering tone.​

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“I can agree they treat us less ‘gifted’ in their esoteric ways-”, offering a bit of emphasis on esoteric by waving one of his hands about through the air before returning it to its place behind him, “-as second class citizens; but the reality is they have brought Order to the Outer Rim.”​

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“One sign of their fallibility and we jump ship?”, Tithon said with his eyes narrowing between the two.​

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He was quiet for a moment, letting the air grow still in his wake. Yet, just before it seemed appropriate for another to interject - he continued;​

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“The Sith are not reliable. They conquer, but they do not build empires that last; nor have they ever. This ‘Rule of Order’ they insist upon; it is bound to fail as all others. Be it from us…”, Tithon gave a quick glance to Gaius who no doubt had already done intelligence missions against Voyance’s own compadres.​

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“Or them. If your hope to secularize the Empire, remove Carnifex from his throne - what plan do you have?”​

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Irveric Tavlar │ Kenth Tavlar​

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

Irveric listened intently between the two. The snap reflex rhetoric from Gaius was reassuring however his remarks tied to Bastion only arose more questions than it did answer them. Lifting his chin he nodded once more to Draco, crossing his arms over his chest before he pressed his own curiousity further.

"What significance does Bastion hold to you, Draco? I'm skeptical that any similar sentiment is shared on the world. If any planet can be considered wholly with Sith allegiance, the seat of Zambrano within Sith space may be it but your sentiment is far different than anything I'm aware of on Bastion." He had an inkling of what Gaius might be referring to, but he wanted the man to sound it out in open air.

"I do appreciate your skepticism, Admiral. Believe me our peers have not been scarce of it. I know well how perplexing it sounds, joining in league with Sith to fight...the Sith but such is essential if we are going to be successful in our ambitions by any merit. There is a shared rhetoric between ourselves and the Order of The Sith Keepers, and that is that they have no place in ruling Empires." Tavlar remarks, speaking flatly to the admiral though his words were aimed toward both of them.

"Our plan? We find refuge in a neutral world, one secluded from Imperial space and we establishing our staging point from which he invade the Sith Empire not only from without but within. We can only gather so many resources from unaligned parties, whatever rebellious elements there are, the Emperor is moving quickly to snuff them out. Our shadow war within Sith space need begin sooner rather than later." Tavlar admitted, as much as he was a man who cared to handle matters in a far more martial and direct manner -- this would prove futile with the deck stacked how it was. Cards needed to switch hands.

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Kenth Tavlar | Tithon Antilles

 

[Kenth Tavlar]

As much as Gaius wished to agree with Tavlar, Admiral Antilles had brought up a point as well. The Sith saw them as nothing more than insects. In a way weren’t they? Humans in a court of beings blessed with near-divine abilities. Allying with them could be just as dangerous as fighting them. Yet if they were to truly succeed the Sith would possibly be necessary.

"What significance does Bastion hold to you, Draco?”

That question ate at Draco’s core. At everything he once held dear. “Much like other worlds Bastion wasn’t given to the Sith willingly. It was taken. There may have been some that welcomed them but a majority didn’t. They set themselves upon a world that was rightfully mine by right. Bastion belongs to the Fel not some filthy fucking Sith that sits upon the throne. Nor the false pretenders that rise and fall. They do nothing for the name than shame it.”

Unbidden, Gaius’ muscles tightened further beneath the uniform. Thick fingers dug into the meat of his arms as his blue eyes looked between Tavlar and Antilles. “That matters little for now. We have much more ahead of us before such a day would come.”

“Though you both must realize that aligning ourselves alongside other Sith simply puts us in the precarious position of one day them turning on us as well. There needs to be a check and balance to this. Without it, we shall face ruin just as much as the Sith Empire. The greed of a Sith can only be held at bay for so long before some decide that they once more need to sit upon a Imperial throne. It’s in their very nature.”

Tithon Antilles | Irveric Tavlar

 

[Tyrell Paxxus]

It was rather difficult to be punctual when you were a fugitive. Especially now that the Empire was on high alert with the sudden uptick of dissidence. The Sith had, for all intents and purposes, forced his hand in desertion, and everyone knew what the Empire did to deserters. He had all but accepted that he was going to spend the rest of his life in hiding until he received Tavlar's invitation.

Tyrell had heard his speech at the sith assembly through some highly illegal recordings of the incident. They had never met, but Tyrell already respected Tavlar for his bold move to stand up to not only the Sith but to the Emperor himself. The invitation from the Lord General was surprising, not only because Tavlar was able to find him but because Tyrell had all but thought he had been forgotten about, if not had his involvement with the military erased from all records entirely. This was his chance to take part in building a better future for his fellow Imperials, and to strike back at the Sith.

The lift from the hangar bay brought him up to the ship's command bridge, reaching the apex with a sudden mechanical hiss. He strode forward towards the three men who had already gathered. He favored his right side, his left was assisted with a cane every other step in his stride. He stopped at the edge of the gathering, remaining silent as the largest of the three men spoke. He almost smiled as he looked around the bridge, it really had been too long since he had stood in such a place.

Tithon Antilles | Kenth Tavlar | Irveric Tavlar
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[Tithon Antilles]

“The Sith’s nature is power.”, Tithon said with a slight twist of his jaw, and a hard going exhale as he gave a quick glance to Gaius.​

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“So we make them powerless. The Mandalorians had a process under Ra Vizsla that allowed the complete destruction of their force sensitivity. Were it up to me, we would do the same to what remains of the Sith.”, the Admiral offered with a quiet disdain for what he spoke about.​

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“Or at least lobotomize them.”​

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A short leash wasn’t as good as killing the animal, but it would keep it close; yet even that was far too dangerous for Tithon. He’d still prefer what remained of them to be destroyed - they weren’t stable enough as a culture, or people, to remain. A thousand-year peace broken apart by ambitious Sith never did sit well with him - even if the Rule of Order did. Until it didn’t.​

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“Paxxus.”, Antilles acknowledged with a momentary glance to him but avoided further conversation. Perhaps because he didn’t care for an explanation for why he was late, or perhaps because something else was more vexing at the moment - though it was likely a mix of the two.​

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“If you hope to align neutral planets to us, then you’re hoping for more conventional warfare. Conventional implies we have the strength to face them - and we don’t. It’s only a matter of time before the Silver Jedi are brought low, and they turn their full attention to your planets; what then? We align ourselves with the Galactic Alliance, Eternal Empire, or… Gods forbid - the Jedi?”​

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Irveric Tavlar │ Kenth Tavlar │ Tyrell Paxxus​

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

Tavlar offered a nod to the entrance of Tyrell. The fact he was even able to emerge from his exile was reassuring enough. Each ally, each battlemind snatched from the hold of the Sith Empire was vital.

"We're unable to wage a fully conventional war with them, each of us knows that. We have potent assets and corporate interests aligned constructing ordinance and armor unhindered from Sith Imperial control and even still, we are outmatched in the face of the Sith Imperial machine." Tavlar stated outright, such was the truth.

"Allies will be needed- the Eternal Empire is in league with the Sith Empire - something we need to nullify if at all possible, even if it all it means is that they will not come to the aid of the House Zambrano. I bared witness to Kainan Wolfe 's armies at Kintan, they are not a force I ever care to reckon with. If they vow non-intervention then we can isolate the Sith Empire and be given a far better chance at besting them. The Silver Jedi are a whelpling, their victory at Kintan was a fluke if nothing else compounded unto showing the failings of the Dark Council a great deal of the fighting force of value came from the unified Jedi Order. The Galactic Alliance is at the very least...an option. Their military doctrines adhere to the Anaxes system, something to which Imperial militaries have cited as dogma for generations, men like Cassius Callaesar are a testement to their competence. I'll be soon to embark on a mission alone to try and broker relations with the Galactic Alliance. There is opportunity to be sown for both of us- bringing the Sith low is of course a mutual gain yet showing that they have the will and power to match them pound for pound would do well in sowing the rest of the Galactic core on their behalf. The Jedi-...." He seems to pause for a moment as he turns from the men to face the segmented glasteel giving way to the bright surface of Ilum.

"They are a misguided cult obsessed with their dogmatic code- and even so they would rather die before aligning with Carnifex. Though if we might broker a temporarily alliance with them and isolate the Jedi from the Sith hosts in our battle with the Sith-Empire, it may be a worthy ambition. Afterall- all that would occur are the death of both Sith and Jedi in the place of Imperial manpower being battered against the gates." Tavlar argues. An alliance with the Jedi didn't present it self as a horrid option. The New Imperial Order could easily conduct themselves side by side with them- the Sith Keepers may not but that would do little to hamper the Imperials. In the end, their enemies die.

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Kenth Tavlar | Tithon Antilles | Tyrell Paxxus