Command Deck, MC80 Paragon
Above Chyron, Caelus System
Aboard the mighty flagship the Consul, his deputy, two Quaestors and commanding officer of the Paragon each stood at the viewport as the stars of the hyperspace tunnel blazed past the bridge of the Mon Calamari cruiser. Seconds later the Taldryan flotilla emerged from hyperspace above the city-moon, hyperdrives powering down and sublight engines coming online as the bridge came to life behind them.
“Welcome home, my lords,” Chaf’arha’nuruodo said, a smile creeping along his face at the feeling of returning to the Clan’s new homestead. The feeling didn’t last for long, as the sound of an incoming transmission killed the moment. Moments later, the Chiss was approached by the ship’s head communications officer holding a datapad.
"My lords,we are receiving a high priority message from Chyron,” Farhan stated with a puzzled sound in his voice, reading the information presented on the screen of the pocket computer. After reviewing the information, he passed it off to the Consul. One of the female communication officers assigned to a station on the command bridge moved to her feet, awaiting additional orders from her superiors.
The Augur leading the Clan offered a small nod to the Chiss Admiral as he, Quejo, Justinios Drake and Andrelious Mimosa-Inahj accompanied the blue-skinned humanoid to the bridge’s communication consoles and the ensign that awaited her orders.
“Put the Chancellor through,” Rian said in a firm but kind tone to the female, anticipating the small holo-figure of Drayen Ky’Lian to appear before them. Around them, several officers shifted - very rarely were they in close proximity to Admiral Chaf’arha’nuruodo, and the assembled Summit of Force-Sensitives all at once; especially when presence of only one of them could have put bridge crew at unease.
Instead of the son of Astor Ky’Lian, the shape of his personal assistant appeared in a blue hue in front of the three men. To their surprise, he began to speak without waiting for a greeting from the Taldryans.
“Lord Taldrya,” he started without a bow, the Mirialan instinctively crossing his arms, “The Chancellor is requesting your presence at his private chambers to discuss a matter of extreme importance to the Caelus System.”
Quejo sneered slightly at the holoprojection, “Inform the Chancellor we shall leave for him at once when the Paragon has docked,” the Pau’an’s raspy voice filled the air. The assistant’s head turned to face furrowed-skin humanoid, before turning back to address Rian.
“The Chancellor has made it clear that he wants only the Consul to meet him,” The assistant objected.
“We will do as the Chancellor wishes,” Rian said before patting the shoulder of his second in command softly to sooth the matter.
With his masters message relayed successfully, the ghostly image of the assistant flickered before vanishing into nothingness. It was only then that Quejo raised his concerns to his Consul.
“Rian, this troubles me. Drayen has always been secretive towards the Clan and this only became more visible when his father died, but this takes it to a whole new level. I have an uneasy feeling, and can’t help wonder what he is up to."
“Don’t worry, old friend. I remember times every Journeymen of Taldryan had similar feelings toward you,” Rian said smiling, “I bet he wants to hear some front-line stories from Meridian.”
“I hope you are right.” Quejo replied, uneasiness clinging to his stomach.
Imperial Spaceport TR-934, Imperial Sector
Chyron, Caelus System
Jiq Morvit, a human of average height stood completely silent inside his set of Caelus Security Force armor as the second Caelus Security Force officer opposite of him on Ceyra’s other side pressed the button for the third floor of the spaceport. It would not take long for them to arrive; the window of opportunity was small, and he would need to act quickly. A moment later, the lift doors slid closed and the hulk of metal thrust downwards.
Grabbing Ceyra by the bicep, Jiq pushed her against the wall of the lift. He drew one of the blaster pistols holstered at his hip, before leveling it at the other guard in a flash. A soft blue coil fired from the end of the weapon and hit the Caelus Security officer squarely in the chest, stunning him.
“Lady Ceyra, we need to get out of here.” Jiq said, turning to the woman still stunned by the most recent events.
The ring of a bell announced the lift arriving at its destination. “Come on, we need to warn the Consul.”
“Who, who are you, and why are you helping me?” Ceyra stammered, slowly recovering from the shock of her experience.
“Jiq Morvit, at your service.” the human said with a grin, “I have been recruited by Clan Taldryan during one of their missions to locate the individual Vishes - I’ve have been working with one of their members, named Justinios Drake.”
200 Stellaris, Imperial Sector
Chyron, Caelus System
It took the Consul of Taldryan less than fifteen minutes after the Paragon had landed in capital ship docking bay AA-6300 at the Motti Memorial Spaceport to reach the 200 Stellaris apartment complex. The complex was one of the most prestigious and exclusive residential buildings located in Chyron’s Imperial Sector, publicly accessible through four bridges or one of the four skydocks. It’s large, circular shape left its mark on the skyline and was visible from space.
Immediately upon entering the Chancellor’s private residence through the large stone doors at the main entrance, Rian felt a shiver run down his spine. The lighting was dim, with light shining through the large windows almost thinning with a strange aura tinting the air. Cautiously, the Mirialan’s feet carried down the hall and into the expansive living room. The Chancellor awaited him, standing with his back turned at the far end of a large and solid live-edge Wroshyr tree table.
As Rian approached, his attention was drawn to two objects that lay on top of his end of the table; one a helmet not unlike the one Augur had become accustomed to wearing in combat, the other a small ornate pyramid. The Grand Inquisitor’s training allowed him to almost immediately identify the pyramidal object as a holocron of sorts.
The Taldrya stood silently for only a few more moments, but spoke up as the Chancellor sat eerily still and continued to ignore his presence, “Drayen, you asked to see me privately?”
As if he had been off in a daze, Ky’Lian’s eyes finally opened and he seemed to take note of the Consul. Drayen turned slowly, revealing his scarred face to the Mirialan. The Force Disciple’s reaction to the man’s mutilated face was a bit of shock, but he hid it well and waited to speak again.
“Welcome Rian,” Drayen’s odd dark new voice began, “We have much to discuss.” The dark form opposite of the Consul slowly began to rise. As he did so, the holocron at the other end of the table began to glow red ever so slightly. Without warning, the Augur’s senses flooded with anxiety and peril, a dark power in the Force slowly revealing itself to him.
The Taldrya was no fool; what was about to happen was not good for him, or the Clan. Steadfast resolve took hold, clenching the teeth inside his mouth and creating loose fists with his hands. Had they been manipulated?
“Lets begin,” both Force Disciples nodded before the Consul continued, “What is our first order of business?” Drayen slid a datapad from his end of the table down the length of the Wroshyr tree to his Taldryan counterpart. Rian took it in his hands and reviewed the information on the viewscreen momentarily before slamming it into the table. A small crack crept across the front glass of the device.
“What dangerous game do you think you’re playing, Chancellor?” the Taldrya scoffed. A smile crept across and nearly split the face of the Caelus’ supreme leader as his irises erupted in a fiery yellow from the onyx pupils at their center.
“it is simple,” Ky’Lian retorted, forming an explanation for his move, “We in the Caelus leadership do not feel as though we can guarantee our citizens safety with a coven of uncontrollable, undisciplined Force wielders rampaging through the system unhindered. This treaty shall rectify that, by bringing amalgamating Taldryan with the Caelus Security Force.”
The words were as stern as the Consul had ever been, though he still did not move, “You want us to surrender to you and become a force for you to control.”
The Chancellor shrugged, “You could put it like that,” he started, lips curling at each end, “But the facts remain the same. I strongly urge you to sign the treaty, Consul Taldrya.” Drayen looked onward as the Mirialan’s eyes shifted from him, to the datapad, and locked back onto him. The Chancellor’s words implied war between him and Taldryan, and he thought he could detect a moment of doubt creep across the Augur’s mind.
Ky’Lian was wrong, for there had been no doubt in the Taldryans path.
“No,” snarled the Grand Inquisitor. His usually soft and cordial tone had disappeared, his choice ironclad.
“So be it,” muttered the Chancellor with a grimace, “This room shall be your tomb.” In a swift motion, Drayen’s right arm snapped to attention. The Kyber in the center of the amulet adorning the back of his hand flared with a fiery purple glow as the Force was channeled into it through his body, unleashing a blast of telekinetic energy towards the newly annointed enemy of the Caelus system.
The Consul’s senses had flared mere moments before Ky’Lian’s attack, alerting him to the incoming blast. Rian poured all of his focus into the Force, channeling its powers through his body protect him as his arms crossed in front of him. As Drayen’s attack connected the telekinetic force pushed the Consul and the custom regalia adorning his body backwards several meters. The CJ-7 Bo-rifle slung across the Taldrya’s back shook and swung softly following the push, the Taldryan seemingly unphased by the attack.
Rian’s arms uncrossed as his body slid into an offensive stance, right hand taking a firm hold of his lightsaber and thumb compressing the activation switch simultaneously. With a violent crack and snap-hiss, the deep-orange unstable blade of the Force Disciple’s weapon roared to life.
The battle was just beginning.