Consul - 02 June 2014 - Aabsdu Dupar
In Orbit Around Begeren
Admiral Cyvaria Ranin watched the Transdoshan closely, though her gaze was elsewhere. She did not trust the lizard on her ship, much less as a so-called ally of Plagueis, but the decision was not hers. She had survived this long by knowing her place. That place was one of power over many, yet submission to a select few.
The man directing Tress’kar’s, leader of the Saraask’ar slavers guild, attention along a holographic map of the planet they orbited was a member of that small group. Dark Side Adept Aabsdu Dupar, recently returned from unknown journeys. She had never heard of him before his appearance during the Ziost assault, yet now he was the Dread Lord, her commanding officer. Ranin had liked Dread Lord Montresor, respected him, trusted him. This man was an enigma at a time when cadets in the halls still whispered of the traitor who destroyed the Predominant.
Aabsdu was, however, a delegator. He trusted those under him to get the job done and allowed Ranin to lead the Ascendent Fleet as she knew best. Things worked well that way.
“My forces are making good time with our recent acquisitions from the Crusade,” spoke General Ranthe Benzayn. The Devaronion also stood next to the Dread Lord, pointing out various parts of the map to Dupar and the Transdoshan.
“Make sssssure to leave sssssome for the marketssssss,” Tress’kar responded. The lizard trusted them as little as she did him, but a smart slaver knew a good contract when he saw one and Clan Plagueis was in need of manpower.
“You’ve yet to deliver on our last payment,” Dupar spoke, his voice firm but pleasant, “My predecessor’s contracts remain standing.”
Tress’kar pulled back, his tongue flicking past his lips as he answered, “They will be fulfilled.”
“They will,” Aabsdu stepped back and motioned toward the door, “General Benzayn will notify you when your forces are able to drop down for fresh supplies.”
The Dread Lord turned to Ranin, “Admiral, I must confer with my Wings planet-side. Maintain our status up here.”
“Yes, my Lord,” she answered.
“Notify me should anyone decide to start attacking.”
House Ajunta Pall - 11 June 2014 - Aabsdu Dupar
In Orbit Around Begeren
Aabsdu Dupar sat at his desk, listening to the small holographic projection of Tra’an di Plagia Reith before him as the recently elevated former Quaestor updated him on Plagueis’ advances and failures in the Brotherhood conquest of Begeren. Newly drafted Proconsul Koth Rai’Hakk sat opposite the Consul, keen not to overstep his young role in the clan.
Clan Plagueis was fighting admirably on Begeren, defeating many One Sith and Brotherhood foes as they scavenged for relics. Many of these hidden treasures would find themselves en route to the Grand Master, but Aabsdu had already selected a handful to remain in his possession. Yet there were losses as well; Plagueians struck down because of fatigue and weariness. The Crusade’s end goal, the capture of Korriban from the One Sith, seemed closer than ever yet increasingly out of reach. Aabsdu’s optimism was strengthened from his conversations with the Dark Council, but his members were not privy to such information.
“…and the Southern Ridge is all but gone, my Lord. Quaestor Ramar removed his forces to the east,” Tra’an finished. Aabsdu was silent, thinking, considering his options both for Plagueis and the ever fragile Brotherhood.
“If I may proffer an opinion,” Koth spoke up. Aabsdu nodded his consent and the man continued, “Death, destruction, these are glorious achievements in the short term, but endless carnage proves tiresome, troublesome. We sack planets yet do not own them, nor do we want to.”
“This is true,” Tra’an interjected, “Our exile from Kapsina was a heavy one, but when we discovered the Anchorage we saw the benefits of consolidation.”
“We are in agreement,” Aabsdu said, “but we also must sustain ourselves. The Grand Master has little use for houses and clans unable to protect themselves, feed themselves, arm themselves.”
Tra’an continued, “Homeless and adrift, cut off from the Brotherhood, we turned to the teachings of Darth Plagueis and his machinations of control from the shadows.”
“One doesn’t need a planet to run an empire,” Koth concluded.
Aabsdu smiled. He smiled at the wisdom of his clansmen, at the cunning of the di Plagia and the experience of his summit. He also smiled because he was thinking, pondering his options for the clan and…only the clan. Plagueis had served at the Council’s behest for well over a year. The time had come for it to stake its own claims across the galaxy.
“Continue your advances planetside, Master Reith,” he finally said, “Send word for Quaestors Ramar and Kz’set to return to the Transcendent.”
The hologram of Tra’an bowed and disappeared as the Dark Adept turned to his Proconsul, his smile becoming a grin, “Our people demand conquest. Not only conquest. Control. Let’s see which of them wants it more.”