Aboard Erinos’ Oath Above Arx 43 ABY
“This is quite the diverse team we have gathered here,” said Starosta Erinos, who stood in the lounge area of his modified X-70B Phantom with his fingers interlaced behind his head. Sitting at his feet, was a large anooba with matte obsidian fur and faint gray stripes along its sides and spine. The creature was alert and focused, watching the others with the unflinching posture of a statue. “More than enough to handle whatever this ‘Krampus’ thing is, I think. The details in the report were admittedly very sparse, but we wouldn’t have been assigned to this mission if our superiors didn’t consider us capable of getting the job done.”
The sound of Nix, Bril’s KX Security Droid, came over the intercom system. “General, we will be entering Arx’s atmosphere in approximately one minute. Now would be the time to make last minute checks of any supplies needed for your assignment.”
Nodding, Bril looked over his gear, ensuring that everything he needed was there. The last thing he grabbed was the cortosis helmet he’d taken to wearing in recent months. “Everyone ready?”
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Drax smirked softly “I really wouldn’t have allowed you guys to allow me back into the fold if I wasn’t ready for this now would I have?” She motioned towards her blaster, “let’s do this thing”
Vincent settled back into his seat, preparing for landing. He wore a sneer on his face, as was usually the case. He still wasn’t convinced that this “Krampus” was something worthy of the Empire’s attention. Empress Rayne had made it clear that the situation needed to be handled, and that she thought that Vincent, the Empire’s Death Machine, was best equipped to deal with the threat.
”First I have to escort children around Seraph, demanding candy from complete strangers. Now this?” the Warlord thought to himself. ”This was not how I expected to be spending my time as second in command of the Empire.”
He pulled his long black hair back tightly and then pulled it up before wrapping it into a bun to accommodate his helmet. Reaching to the floor at his side, the Sith pulled the black helmet off the floor and onto his head, sealing himself off from the world with a hiss as it clicked into place. His sabers were in their holsters on his belt. That would likely be plenty to handle whatever this threat was, but if not, he had other tricks up his sleeves. Turning so that the dripping crimson skull covering the face of his helmet met the eyes on Bril, he spoke in a deep, modulated voice.
“I am as ready as I will ever be.”
Bril cracked a smile at Drax, and nodded. “That’s what I like to hear.”
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Upon hearing Vincent, Bril turned just in time to see him dawning the helmet. His eyes widened just a bit. “Oh, that’s nice. Yeah, that’s hot,” he said, having abandoned the air of formality he’d used earlier. “You’re the new Proconsul of Scholae Palatinae, right?”
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Drax grinned, besides, the hunts are running out, I need the credits if I’m gonna maintain my gear"
Vincent smirked smugly beneath his helmet. It would seem that his reputation had preceded him or that he was becoming a more recognizable and notorious member of the Brotherhood. Either option delighted him. Turning his attention from Drax’s response back to the Zabrak, the Proconsul spoke again.
“Yes, my name is Warlord Vincent Brujah, and I have recently been appointed as the Hand of the Empress.” the Sith said. “Our previous Proconsul was great at being diplomatic, but as it would turn out, what the Empress truly needed was an enforcer, and so here I am; ready to enforce her will against… whatever this Krampus thing is…”
He paused momentarily. Socialization was never his strong suit, but it would please the Empress greatly if Vincent became a more social creature. Thinking only for a moment, he continued.
“I do not believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting previously, though clearly you have great taste in armor. Who am I speaking with, and what brings you to this mission?”
Liran sat deeply in his seat, pressed up against the backing with his legs propped up. Frankly, he had very little idea what was going on, let alone who anyone was. He had been alerted to a job. He needed credits. He took job.
Job had little information.
No biggie, he could play the dutiful soldier. Just do what needs doing and figure the rest out later. So long as the rest didn’t kill, maim, annoy, and/or inconvenience him. That thought made Liran chuckle as he scratched at his cheek.
His sapphire eyes flit from person to person as he gazed past a wavy strand of crimson hair. One part introversion and one part survival instinct mixed to keep him quiet and observant. He could learn a lot by eavesdropping before the unfortunate eventuality of being addressed came to fruition.
And so, Liran stayed settled in and listened.