Post by Darth Exolus on Aug 31, 2019 17:43:31 GMT
"This is a transmission for the attention of the Red Warrior. We have heard whispers of your exploits, rumors still of a new order of Sith Lords forming. As it was in the past, it is our duty to serve the true Dark Lord, and heir to the Sith throne," commenced the static-filled tone of a young human female, stood aside a male, dressed in matching attire, "we are the last Inquisitors. We have since Empire's fall remained committed to the destruction of all enemies of the Sith, and so it is we come to you today, in need of guidance and your aid."
The faint blue holoprojection rapidly expanded, bringing into view a representation of an Imperial-era space station, hanging lazily above a small moon, "Agents of the First Order, and their heretical Knights of Ren have discovered us. It is only a matter of time before they attempt to coerce us into subservience, or kill us outright," informed the male, with no small hint of panic in his voice, "with this transmission, we have attached the coordinates to our station and our sector. We anxiously await the arrival of a true Sith."
Returning to focus on the pair, the female took center stage, knitting her brows together, "Make no mistake Warrior, the Sith must be led by the strongest. If it should come to pass that the Knights of Ren arrive as you do, and should they best you, we will depart this station and await the arrival of the true Sith heirs."
With a faint bow at the hips, the pair vanished from sight, leaving behind a metal disc, and a near-silent command deck, overlooking a half-dozen shuttles. In it, were the summoned Red Warrior himself, called at the behest of a communique, expressly for his sight, and no other - save of course for the lone deck officer who'd vacated the room for this purpose. He stood rigid as a statue, lips pursed together while putting forth an air of collect decorum. In truth, he feared death for merely beholding the message, and struggled to maintain his composure. Such was evidenced in his tone.
"These coordinates have been verified mi'lord. Thrice by myself, and thrice again by the astrogation team. There is no mistaking it. This is indeed a former Imperial installation in the Anoat system," affirmed the officer, taking pains not to appear a shade or two paler than normal, "our intelligence does not suggest any movement of First Order assets in the sector. This may be a falsehood, a test of these... Inquisitors. We have prepared a sufficiently-fast transport to take you to the nearest port of call at your discretion mi'lord. Shall I prepare a detachment of troopers to accompany you through the Disputed Systems?"
The faint blue holoprojection rapidly expanded, bringing into view a representation of an Imperial-era space station, hanging lazily above a small moon, "Agents of the First Order, and their heretical Knights of Ren have discovered us. It is only a matter of time before they attempt to coerce us into subservience, or kill us outright," informed the male, with no small hint of panic in his voice, "with this transmission, we have attached the coordinates to our station and our sector. We anxiously await the arrival of a true Sith."
Returning to focus on the pair, the female took center stage, knitting her brows together, "Make no mistake Warrior, the Sith must be led by the strongest. If it should come to pass that the Knights of Ren arrive as you do, and should they best you, we will depart this station and await the arrival of the true Sith heirs."
With a faint bow at the hips, the pair vanished from sight, leaving behind a metal disc, and a near-silent command deck, overlooking a half-dozen shuttles. In it, were the summoned Red Warrior himself, called at the behest of a communique, expressly for his sight, and no other - save of course for the lone deck officer who'd vacated the room for this purpose. He stood rigid as a statue, lips pursed together while putting forth an air of collect decorum. In truth, he feared death for merely beholding the message, and struggled to maintain his composure. Such was evidenced in his tone.
"These coordinates have been verified mi'lord. Thrice by myself, and thrice again by the astrogation team. There is no mistaking it. This is indeed a former Imperial installation in the Anoat system," affirmed the officer, taking pains not to appear a shade or two paler than normal, "our intelligence does not suggest any movement of First Order assets in the sector. This may be a falsehood, a test of these... Inquisitors. We have prepared a sufficiently-fast transport to take you to the nearest port of call at your discretion mi'lord. Shall I prepare a detachment of troopers to accompany you through the Disputed Systems?"