| Orion_Karath | Date: Tuesday, 21 Apr 2015, 9:52 PM | Message # 1 |
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| It was an unexpected message. He was in the middle of processing environmental repair reports twelve hours ago at his desk in his office on Bescane when the computer terminal binged a melodic charm that indicated a new, urgent message. It was the Supreme Commander summoning him to Bastion. He was a known and vocal supporter of the Supreme Commander, so an unexpected message set off alarm bells in his head. Either something was wrong or it was a trap. Some would believe his paranoia was unfounded and that with the war ending six years ago he could let his guard down; but Imperial politics were still Imperial politics. He had let John Lake, his Sector Adjutant, know that he was departing for Bastion. Lake was a good man, and capable. He was an Army vet, like him, and served in Special Missions for most of his career, becoming quite the Sharpshooter. He met Lake shortly after becoming Moff of the Obtrexta Sector, being Moff Andray's High General before he replaced him. Lake assumed he was going to force him into retirement, but instead offered the man the job of being his second in command. It was a role in which he flourished.
Now, he was within the confines of the Warfighter, his personal Sentinel-class Landing Craft. which was rocketing through the atmosphere of Bastion towards the headquarters building. Landing on the VIP pad, he felt a sense of urgency and rushed out of the shuttle, before his honor guard could even process fully down the ramp. A young Lieutenant greeted him at the edge of the ramp, giving a salute, which was hastily returned. When he walked past the Lieutenant, the young man seemed shocked for a moment, but then rushed to catch up. He did a good job of keeping pace with him.
"Uh, your Excellency, Grand Admiral Pellaeon would like to thank you for the haste in which you have arrived," the young man struggled to say as he caught up.
"Lieutenant, where is he?," he asked bluntly.
"In his garden, you Excellency," was the now nervous response.
"Thank you, Lieutenant. You have done your job well. I know my own way," he said, making a dismissive gesture towards the young officer. He began wondering if he had ever been around a Moff before.
It took him only three minutes to be in the garden, which was briefly overwhelming. Clearly, the Grand Admiral had plenty of time on his hands, as the gardens were flourishing with life. After some time of looking, he found Pellaeon in the center, tending to some bamboo-like plants.
"Grand Admiral Pellaeon, Moff Orion Karath, reporting as ordered, sir."
Moff Orion Karath
Governor of the Obtrexta Sector
Baron of the Empire
Warlord of the Empire
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| Gilad_Pellaeon | Date: Tuesday, 05 May 2015, 8:58 AM | Message # 2 |
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| He was standing in the garden, in his undertunic and the bottom half of his white uniform, a white apron and gloves continuing the all-white aesthetic. He was in the process of visually examining the plants when Karath arrived. He could have had the droids of the garden do such things, but her preferred to be hands on at times. His thoughts however were elsewhere, to another officer who also preferred to garden and influenced his decision to do so as well; Baron Soontir Fel. Thrawn had always said he needed to find something similar to his examination of art. He still had not truly acquired the taste for art nor did he see how examination of art gave Thrawn the insight he had, but gardening was something with practical lessons.
"What do you know of the Unknown Regions?" he simply asked when the man reported to him. He continued to examine the stalk he was already looking at.
Grand Admiral Gilad Pellaeon
Supreme Commander of the Imperial Military
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2015, 9:41 PM | Message # 3 |
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| He had taken a rest stance and was merely observing the Grand Admiral at this point. His difference to his appearance was slightly unsettling.
"The largest portion of the Unknown Regions covers a large portion of the western quadrant of the galaxy. Contrary to popular opinion, it is inhabited; often by low tech and/or isolationist peoples. Of note are the Chiss people, from whom Grand Admiral Thraawn came, whom are the veritable superpower of the region. Beyond that... I'm afraid either my clearance wasn't deemed high enough or I was steered away by my superiors. I have yet to look into it since my promotion to Moff, it is yet to come up in discussion."
It was an honest response. It was also a confused one, as could be heard in his tone. He was wondering where this was going, and didn't like where his mind was taking him.
Moff Orion Karath
Governor of the Obtrexta Sector
Baron of the Empire
Warlord of the Empire
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