We Stand Here...Again

[Tristan Evore]

Former Core Imperial Military Headquarters​

Galactic City​

Courscant​

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Tristan stood imperiuvous, at a tall metal podium outside the massive building that had once been the headquarters for the Core Imperial Federation's Military, a place where his name had once held power. In front of him stood twenty two thousand stormtroopers, at least most of them were stormtroopers. Some were death troopers, some, while very few, were former Palace Guards. Alongside him were the new Imperator of Courscant, [member="Cedric Grayson"] and High Lord @Shran. Each one of them had their own opposing smiles as just behind the three of them were two Imperial Warlords that hadn't surrendered to Cedric and his merry band of Jedi during their campaign to retake Greater Courscant. Above them, were various camera droids and two imposing Star Destroyer's, both of them there to show the Empire had a place in the new regime.

Tristan waved his hand slightly, and the murming troopers imeaditly, hushed. "Today, we are here to recognize the alliance between the great Grayson Imperium and the remenats of the Core Imperial Confederation. No longer will we remain powerless and plagued by those of us who would choose to not follow orders and instead attempt to create an empire of their own" he turned to look at the two behind him.

"No. No we will not. From this day forward, we will embrace the new. We will destroy the old. As of Today, the Core Imperial Confederation is Herby disloved. No longer will you address me as Grand Moff but instead, you will refer to me as Marshal Evore, of the Grayson Imperium. No longer will you adorn the tittle of Stormtrooper or Death Trooper, but instead the mantle of Soilder of the Grayson Imperium. Today, we are all reborn under one flag" he pointed. " This flag. And they will rot in the Afterlife for thier crimes againt the Imperium " he took a moment for the various officials there to ingest what he had just said. "Fire" he ordered. Behind, him the sounds of blaster fire and screams engulfed his ear. He turned away from the assembled crowd just in time to see the two officials slump to the ground dead.

[member="Shran "]and [member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

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A firing squad was not the first of Cedric's choices, but then he understood the value placing judgement in the hands of his followers could bring. Tristan Evore was one that had been rather zealous in his intent to scour Coruscant of unfriendly elements. When word had come that these warlords were captured, Cedric had congratulated the newly minted Marshal. The man had more or less chosen the title for himself, but given the Imperium's rather decentralized military, Cedric took little issue.

So long as he remained loyal, and the armies under his command followed the Imperator's will, Cedric did not care.

Public execution was something he was not keen on, but now was the time for strength. The warlords had been offered mercy once, to offer it again would be seen as a sign of a weak willed monarch. The very public manner in which these two upstarts perished would serve as discouragement for any other disgruntled men of power.

"A nice speech," Cedric intoned from behind the marshal. "You've proven yourself, Marshal Evore, and for that I have an offer for you if you wish to take it." He turned his gaze to the masses. "It is a rare one, but if you wish, we may speak of it once within the HQ."

[member="Tristan Evore"]

 

[Shran]

Shran couldn't help but feel nostalgic in a way. Standing on Coruscant, watching as enemies of the state were dealt a swift and necessary death in order to make an example for those who would think to cross their leaders was something he very much enjoyed back in the golden age of the Imperial Confederation. Now he stood again in a familiar setting, watching a familiar scene play out. The air was crisp and the win flared his cape ever so slightly as it blew by. For a fraction of a second, his mind did a curious thing. I'm... home. The thought barely had enough time to even know it existed before it was brushed aside. This new Imperium was still vastly different from the Empire of old that he once loved but it would do for the interim while the Remnant rebuilt.

 

[Tristan Evore]

" Yes of course" he responded to [member="Cedric Grayson"]. The Imperator seemed to be taking a more subtle approach to rules not that bothered Tristan,but it just seemed as though the man was simply stating what he wanted and expected it. And that was something Tristan could respect.

"My Lord, what is this opportunity?" He asked once all three men were inside the building, deep inside a metallic wall the guarded and protected the behomth headquarters.

[member="Shran "][member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

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Cedric turned his gaze to Shran.

"High Lord, thank you for coming to this demonstration. Leave us now," Cedric ordered. There were things he could trust Shran with, and things he couldn't. This was most certainly one of the latter.

The Jedi Master clapped a hand on [member="Tristan Evore"]'s shoulder so as to physically turn him toward the command building, leading the marshal inside along with a small assortment of bodyguards. "I would have you placed in my armies, but to do so you must become Essonian. We are a proud culture, on of spiritualism and religion. Should it appeal to you, then I would see you serve within the Sons of Ession."

He paused, turning to meet the man's gaze and take his measure. "What are your views on the Force?"