Outer Empire

[Aeaolen Kicka]

Aeaolen sat in his personal spire in the Imperial Palace on Bastion, he had returned from the Southern Outer Rim. Aeaolen sat in his massive desk with his finger tips touching watching the sunset on Bastion. "It's beautiful." Aeaolen spoke aloud to himself. He branded himself a Custodian of the Galaxy, he took care of it when it needed. He had the resources in order to do so, he was after all the leader of the entire Imperial military. The massive doors swung open as Imperial Army Grand General Titus Selkayim marched into the room, he was clearly upset by something. "What is the meaning of this Executor?" Titus exclaimed as he stood right in front of Aeaolens desk. "The majority of the Southern Outer Rim has gone completely dark!" Titus was shocked and upset. "Because Titus. We cannot control what we cannot control." Aeaolen turned around and faced the Grand General. "You promised us compliance." Titus stood tall. Aeaolen stood up and looked at him, Aeaolen was much larger then the Grand General and the Grand General needed to square up in order to face the man.

"I can promise whatever I choose General and I can promise to kill you as well. The entire Southern Outer Rim is not our problem. The Imperial Intelligence Agency is handling it as are the Storm Commandos and the Imperial Inquisition. We are hunting the leadership that makes that force forsaken place that will make it freaken crumble." Aeaolen stood and pointed at the General as he proved to be as enraged as the General was. Aeaolen however, was putting on an act. He had replaced many of the commanders in the Southern Outer Rim with former officers of the Blackguard and it was successful, they had retreated. While Aeaolen was indeed planning something greater, the Southern Outer Rim was a pit for Imperial forces. They were losing hundreds of thousands of men a day to senseless warfare from pirates and worlds that the Empire just could not control with their militar power right now.

"Leave it dark General, we are rebuilding our forces around it and we will strike."

 

[Duke]

Brisk steps boomed along the office floor as if a call to arms was raised. Kerros Bel Garm prepared himself for the venom that was Aeaolen Kicka. A fine military strategist he was, but diplomacy? Ha! It never was one of the Executor's strong suits, though he admired his cunning, amicable nature. The Executor may have had his pull on most strings, including that of the Emperor, but Bespin--at least, its Senator--wasn't among them. "Have you lost all sanity?! Where in the Netherworld is the Imperial Fleet, and why have they been recalled from Bespin and its neighbouring regions? I suppose every world must stand its own against attack now?"