Abadeer tapped his fingers on the bar, looking to the bartender.

“That drink, if you would.” Taasii wouldn’t be asking a third time. The man slid a tall glass across the wood counter. Abadeer nodded before returning to his table. Seated there was a selection of various members of House Karness Muur. Taasii sat down in his seat, looking around.

“Now, where was I? Ah right.. the shield generator.” Abadeer was trying to appear suave, taking a long draught of his drink. “Well let’s see.. so they raised the generator, and it was making troop advancement totally impossible, as well as costly. So I came up with a suitable strategy with Arden and we were able to shut them down. We had a small platoon, and I used them to full advantage. They were directed as a full frontal assault distraction. They attacked the hill well, but it wasn’t enough. Then I took myself, and a few others and took some secret routes to be able to get around the enemy.” One of the Knights from Karness Muur was nodding excitedly, he’d been drinking heavily all night.

“How’d you do it? You must’ve been so worried. I mean the shield generator was so heavily fortified!” Abadeer nodded at the praise.

“It wasn’t a mission we could leave to just anyone, but I was able to accomplish it. It took a great amount of skill and perseverance, but those rebels never stood a chance. After we got around their defense, it was a matter of just eliminating them. I mean it only took about ten minutes to move through the entire encampment. Maybe you boys could learn something. It’s all about the plan, as long as you have the skill to execute it.” Abadeer nodded sagely as some of the younger members had shocked and impressed looks on their faces. The older more experienced members just sat and rolled their eyes.

Jurdan stood in the back room of Big Daddies on Imperium’s island base. The Imperial Forces here had not yet succumb to the will of Fallax. Shortly after the death of his brother, Delak, Jurdan had escaped the city and fled to more familiar territory. Delak had been murdered right in front of him and then he had been forced to drag his body into the city streets as a warning for any would be userpers.

The Isle of Dleacht was secure from all attacks but Jurdan knew from his talks with Lexiconus that they would have to leave there soon. The only hope for Scholae was to win back the loyalty of the troops stationed in Ohmen. Fallax had corrupted them against the Sith forces of Scholae early on so it would be tough but not undoable to win them back. They just need to show Fallax was a weakened entity who would soon be gone.

Jurdan had made his way to Delak’s quarters. They were now his. Delak had accumulated many things to show his past significance as an Admiral in the Imperial Navy, as well as his time as Prince of Corulag. The weight on his hip had changed a bit now that he carried Delak’s lightsaber Shiny and Chrome. He held the saber in his hand feeling it's smooth surfaces in his palm. It was cold to the touch but somehow familiar. There was a beep at his comm unit.

“Jurdan, get to the landing pad on the double.” It was Lexiconus, the Quaestor of House Imperium. He was clearly in a hurry, something must be wrong. Without a moment's hesitation he was off and running for the pad. He made it as quickly as he could and the shuttle was lifting off just as he arrived. He had to jump through the open landing ramp to make the trip.

“No time to waste. We have incoming fighters.” Lexic shouted.

Fighters were clearly visible in the distance and they were moving in fast. They headed straight for Imperium HQ and started strafing the buildings. Jurdan watched as the main building exploded in a rain of fire. He couldn't believe it was gone like that. Thankfully they had gotten away in time to avoid the fighters. Their trip had begun and they were on their way to a meeting with some of the heads of the military willing to talk.

Hours after the destruction of Imperium base Jurdan and Lexic had been meeting with leaders of the military. Some were very receptive to the Sith control of the military as it was before. Some were hesitant. Lexic decided it was time to show his ace up his sleeve. He brandished a holoemitter and activated it. With a blue and white flicker the image that spring to life was that of Xen. His body and face were becoming disfigured and distorted because of Fallax’s control of his body. The sight of the horrible being made them cringe. Had this really once been their Emperor. He would definitely need his mask if he were to survive the ordeal.

Jurdan and Lexic left the meeting feeling good that they had won so many members to their side. The final battle would soon begin and it would lead to the deaths of many brave souls.