Damoran Savan stepped out of his private chambers dressed in his full regalia of black armor and robes. Red-robed Imperial Guardsman of his personal honor guard flanked him instantly as if they had materialized from the shadows themselves. Damoran knew the Guard was an archaic institution; the Imperial Knights had neatly made them obsolete, but some institutions his father had established deserved to be preserved. This present crop of Imperial Guard had been hand-picked by Damoran from the elite of the stormtrooper ranks much as the Guard had always been, however, he had made a number of changes. Damorans Guard did not mix back in with the stormtrooper ranks once they had received their specialized training. Through conditioning and mind-altering Force techniques, Damoran sifted and distilled their psyches until he was assured of their complete and utter loyalty. He would not have any uprisings as had occurred centuries before. These Guardsman were the perfect loyal instruments of his will. Damoran proceeded down the hall toward the turbolift that led to his private hanger bay. It had been too long since he had visited with his sister, Red Harkonnen-Savan, the Empress of the galaxy. Not many knew of Damorans existence which was a fact he cultivated allowing his more public sibling to own the spotlight. He preferred to work behind the scenes using his many contacts and agents to execute his will throughout the galaxy. Damoran stepped into the turbolift, flanked by his honor guard. His thoughts proceeded through a list of activities throughout the galaxy. He had found this Vellios Combine group of interest. He had been watching their movements for some time and while their leader was a master economic strategist, Damoran thought he had finally managed to nail down his movements enough that he could follow them, and if necessary, counter them. This Kariid was ostensibly a loyal Imperial citizen: governor and senator of his homeworld, wealthy philanthropist, humanitarian activist, etc. There were some cracks in his veneer, however, particularly his association with Perkunas Loki. Another crack was his partnership with Cobryn Voss, a known smuggler and underworld personality if one knew the right ears to whisper the right questions into. Both of these facts suggested Mr. Kariids loyalties were not as pure as they appeared. The door of the turbolift slid open revealing his antique Lamda-class shuttle, modified and retrofitted to modern capacity, but nearly identical to the one preferred by his father near the time of his first death. Damoran entered the passenger bay of the shuttle and settled into his seat. Two of his guard took the controls of the shuttle and eased it into launch position as Damoran and the rest of his guard settled into their seats. The shuttle rose and exited the hanger bay with barely a shudder under the practiced hand of the guardsman. Increasing speed, the shuttle broke atmosphere into open space. The nav computer buzzed with barely a whisper, and the stars became starlines as the shuttle jumped to hyperspace. Damoran smiled as he reached out to his sister through the Force. He found her almost immediately; working as always. He telepathically communicated course corrections to his guardsman and was satisfied to feel them making the appropriate corrections to the course calculations. Soon, little sister, Damoran thought, soon we shall have a reunion...
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 02:28:05 +0000
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