Private What It Takes to Be Seen

[Daedalus Tarkin]

WHAT IT TAKES TO BE SEEN

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Tags: Marlon Sularen
Location: Corulag

Daedalus Tarkin gasped himself awake, startling himself from sleep for the third night in a row. Rest had been evading him since he arrived on Corulag, but even more so after coming to the Sienar facility. His amenities were comfortable and he was well taken care of by the staff, but there was something lurking in periphery of his mind’s eye. Dade thought initially that he was just nervous to be meeting with the Warlord of the Dark Empire, Marlon Sularen himself, but that surely wasn’t it. He was anxious, as most men would be, but not fearful.

“Director Tarkin?” a voice called from outside his room, a small private quarters with native Corulag design and simple Imperial decor. The voice belonged to Rupi, a young Selkath engineer from the Corulag Academy sent to shadow him on the Sienar project. “The Grand Admiral is arriving soon. Should I prepare to receive him?”

“No,” Dade replied in a voice that was still deepened by sleep. He rubbed his eyes and tried not to snap at the poor girl. “We’ll greet the Grand Admiral together. I only need a moment.”

A small part of him wanted to spare the girl from having to welcome such an imposing member of the Empire’s upper echelon alone, but his true concern was avoiding Sularen’s scrutiny should he send a civilian in his stead. Today was about earning favor and securing future contracts for both the Tarkin Initiative and Daedalus Shipwrights. The Empire has always taken good care of its bedfellows and compatriots, no matter the iteration. In short, it had better be him there when the Grand Admiral arrives.

With a stifled groan, Dade swung his legs over the edge of his bed. “I’ll meet you by the turbolifts on level four,” he said to Rupi.

Dade began the arduous task of donning his Imperial uniform with a sigh. First were the fitted pants and matching gaberwool tunic. Then, he donned a pair of polished boots, a black belt with an officer’s disk, and his kepi. Next came his rank insignia, designating him as a director, and lastly a pair of code cylinders that were slipped into his breast pockets. With a dignified nod at his reflection in the mirror, Daedalus bade his quarters goodbye for the day and stepped into the corridor.

The walk to the turbolifts was quiet. Dade slipped into his thoughts as he walked the hall, considering the various projects that the Tarkin Initiative had prepared. Repulsorlift tanks, Force nullification fields, particle rifles - Sularen would have his pick, and Daedalus would ensure results.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

W H A T_I T_T A K E S_T O_B E_S E E N

DARK EMPIRE
CORULAG, CORE WORLDS

Tarkin. That was a name Sularen was well familiar with, and one he distrusted and despised. Even now as he stood as one of the most powerful individuals within the Dark Empire, Marlon Sularen still could not forget the many humiliations he had suffered from, including one at the hands of Vandar Tarkin, a member of the Tarkin family and once the self-proclaimed High Moff of Eriadu. Vandar Tarkin was what Sularen considered to be apart of the Imperial Old Guard, arrogant pompous and unreasonable Imperials who rejected compromise and reason and showed no hesitation in isolated Imperials who they deemed were not "Imperial" enough.

However for the sake of the Empire, today all of that would have to be set aside. This new Tarkin, Daedalus Tarkin had reached out to the Empire seeking to gain it's favor and secure contracts for his Imperial-aligned Corporations, indicating a clear desire to see to it that the Empire's agenda was properly pushed forward even in the face of the heavy opposition it faced. As the de facto Supreme Commander of the Imperial Military, Sularen had found it appropriate to be the one to met with Daedalus Tarkin and begin talks with him to truly determine whether he could be of great use to the Empire or would end up being a nuisance like Vandar Tarkin was.

"Sir, we've arrived at out destination" the pilot of the Shuttle called out. Before long, Sularen's Stealth Shuttle emerged from hyperspace arriving in orbit of the Core World planet of Corulag, quickly descending through the atmosphere as it came into view of Tarkin's facility. Eventually once clearance was secured, the shuttle would come to rest of one of the landing pads enabling the Warlord of the Empire and his entourage of SpecNav Commandos to pour out, walking down the ramp as Daedalus Tarkin arrived to greet then. Today was going to be a very interesting day.

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