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21-04-2023, 01:24 PM
((originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, October 2017))
Entry 29: Wayland and Atrum’s Wrath
*Hirak enters into the frame as the blue light of the holoprojector buzzes into action. He stood stoically and proudly with his hands loosely held on his hips. His mask would be off, allowing a smug smirk creeping into his lips.*
“Darth Iradox set Trakaton a task. A task one might think is almost impossible. To judge my colleague and mine’s worth as Sith who can get things done, he’s asked us for a way to help bump up repairs on the Atrum Wrath in a space dock in imperial space.
Naturally, our own agents as well as ourselves set out to figure out where and when was the best place for this operation. For the sake of compromise in case this ever falls into the wrong hands, I'll keep the name of our troubleshooter disclosed. He’s efficient to say the least.
Eventually, it fell to two choices: Shipmaster Kenning of Tulu or Shipmaster Terrin of Wayland. Alongside the information gathered, we eventually decided that the Shipmaster of Wayland would be a more pliable point of interest. For you see, he had some considerable financial debt due to the war with Zakuul and some terrible… terrible choices. A vice for some, making considerably bad choices. Like an addiction, they always appear to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Even more so for Shipmaster Terrin who’s love for expensive wines, and I mean inexplicable love, had driven him to the point of considerable desperation.”
*Hirak then kneels down seemingly and picks up what looks like to be a bottle of wine, stored inside a fine vessel to protect it during space travel. He turns the bottle over, surveying it with some assurance in his expression.*
“So, we reached out to the Shipmaster. We explained very calmly that we as the Dark Lord of Horuset’s apprentices would like to discuss further terms with him over the course of a dinner. He remained skeptical at first, if not appreciative of the gesture. As Sith, our authority is absolute, but as a Shipmaster of a dock he was… less than inclined to leave. At this point, we flexed our political muscles; we mentioned a stock reserve in a fine wine collection from the heart of the Empire, stating that we -always- served this for our dinner guests. I believe he fell enamored immediately, swiftly accepting our summons.
So, we wined and dined him until he was giddy and full of his toxin; tipsy and almost on the verge of a drunken state. Then, utilising the images of both our own Dark Lord, Darth Iradox and many Dark Lords who considered us allies, we put these holo-images before the Shipmaster as a way of instilling fear into his intoxicated, shrivelled mind. We insisted he allow us access to the front of the queue at his dock for repairs citing these important figures as those who backed our decision. He was terrified, scared at this sudden surprise in a vulnerable state. Yet, we assured him that if he did as instructed he’d be serving the best nature of the Empire and as such deserved a strong reward.
At this moment, we called in one of the servants who brought an extra crate. I am sure that I need not say anymore on how that went down. In essence, his silence and his security was bought. Fear can be a wonderful thing... but joy. Now, joy and faith can promote an entire system to follow you.
And then Trakaton reported it to Darth Iradox. One assumes that Nyash flagship, the Atrum’s Wrath, has been swiftly towed to the spaceport to begin repairs. Assumingly, such news and success went down a treat with the Dark Lord. Whilst we’re on that thought, it might be a wise move to see if Th’Asidra can be transferred to the same dock for repairs after our Ilum excursion seeing as it suffered some rather extensive damage.”
*Hirak’s hairless brows furrow as he looks down towards the floor in thought. He taps his chin a few times to indicate his mind racing, before he shakes his head.*
“I have my doubts. Surely my master will want it repaired in a dock of his choosing? A discussion to be had with my colleague no doubt.
However, Trakaton is out of the estate at the moment. He’s gone to speak with Darth Iradox directly after the Dark Lord had seemingly read the report we gave him. Perhaps we will see if my design has achieved what it was meant to? Time will tell. Perhaps Trakaton will be bold this day.
End the session.”
*Hirak smirks wildly as he places the bottle of wine back down before motioning for the holo-projector to stop recording. Eventually the blue light disappears back into the machine, where it promptly shuts itself off.*
Entry 29: Wayland and Atrum’s Wrath
*Hirak enters into the frame as the blue light of the holoprojector buzzes into action. He stood stoically and proudly with his hands loosely held on his hips. His mask would be off, allowing a smug smirk creeping into his lips.*
“Darth Iradox set Trakaton a task. A task one might think is almost impossible. To judge my colleague and mine’s worth as Sith who can get things done, he’s asked us for a way to help bump up repairs on the Atrum Wrath in a space dock in imperial space.
Naturally, our own agents as well as ourselves set out to figure out where and when was the best place for this operation. For the sake of compromise in case this ever falls into the wrong hands, I'll keep the name of our troubleshooter disclosed. He’s efficient to say the least.
Eventually, it fell to two choices: Shipmaster Kenning of Tulu or Shipmaster Terrin of Wayland. Alongside the information gathered, we eventually decided that the Shipmaster of Wayland would be a more pliable point of interest. For you see, he had some considerable financial debt due to the war with Zakuul and some terrible… terrible choices. A vice for some, making considerably bad choices. Like an addiction, they always appear to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Even more so for Shipmaster Terrin who’s love for expensive wines, and I mean inexplicable love, had driven him to the point of considerable desperation.”
*Hirak then kneels down seemingly and picks up what looks like to be a bottle of wine, stored inside a fine vessel to protect it during space travel. He turns the bottle over, surveying it with some assurance in his expression.*
“So, we reached out to the Shipmaster. We explained very calmly that we as the Dark Lord of Horuset’s apprentices would like to discuss further terms with him over the course of a dinner. He remained skeptical at first, if not appreciative of the gesture. As Sith, our authority is absolute, but as a Shipmaster of a dock he was… less than inclined to leave. At this point, we flexed our political muscles; we mentioned a stock reserve in a fine wine collection from the heart of the Empire, stating that we -always- served this for our dinner guests. I believe he fell enamored immediately, swiftly accepting our summons.
So, we wined and dined him until he was giddy and full of his toxin; tipsy and almost on the verge of a drunken state. Then, utilising the images of both our own Dark Lord, Darth Iradox and many Dark Lords who considered us allies, we put these holo-images before the Shipmaster as a way of instilling fear into his intoxicated, shrivelled mind. We insisted he allow us access to the front of the queue at his dock for repairs citing these important figures as those who backed our decision. He was terrified, scared at this sudden surprise in a vulnerable state. Yet, we assured him that if he did as instructed he’d be serving the best nature of the Empire and as such deserved a strong reward.
At this moment, we called in one of the servants who brought an extra crate. I am sure that I need not say anymore on how that went down. In essence, his silence and his security was bought. Fear can be a wonderful thing... but joy. Now, joy and faith can promote an entire system to follow you.
And then Trakaton reported it to Darth Iradox. One assumes that Nyash flagship, the Atrum’s Wrath, has been swiftly towed to the spaceport to begin repairs. Assumingly, such news and success went down a treat with the Dark Lord. Whilst we’re on that thought, it might be a wise move to see if Th’Asidra can be transferred to the same dock for repairs after our Ilum excursion seeing as it suffered some rather extensive damage.”
*Hirak’s hairless brows furrow as he looks down towards the floor in thought. He taps his chin a few times to indicate his mind racing, before he shakes his head.*
“I have my doubts. Surely my master will want it repaired in a dock of his choosing? A discussion to be had with my colleague no doubt.
However, Trakaton is out of the estate at the moment. He’s gone to speak with Darth Iradox directly after the Dark Lord had seemingly read the report we gave him. Perhaps we will see if my design has achieved what it was meant to? Time will tell. Perhaps Trakaton will be bold this day.
End the session.”
*Hirak smirks wildly as he places the bottle of wine back down before motioning for the holo-projector to stop recording. Eventually the blue light disappears back into the machine, where it promptly shuts itself off.*
