The Hyperarc Facility
The Unknown Regions of Space
"It's what Vergil always wanted," Commander Ortega attempted to explain. "Autonomy. Direct independence from the Sith Order. I can't blame 'em for what he did. He's still serving the Empire, my Lord. Just not you."
Darth Moiragetes leaned his helmeted head on his fist, his free hand tapping the clawed tips of the gauntlet along the handle of his seat. The Vigilance lab in CZ-198, its entire leadership and staff, unilaterally decided to re-align themselves to the miralukan filth of Epikouros Ataraxia, the luka sene executor who was grown in the lab, cutting off support to the operational needs of the Sith. The cutting of biotic research and droid engineering was a setback, and the loss of Darth Moiragetes adrenal supply going to an upstart irritated him much more than Darth Orecal's success in dismantling the central operations command in Dromund Kaas.
'These morons were supposed to kill each other,' he thought. 'Allying to strike against us is a problem. They deny us our destiny.'
'Their intelligence isn't as perceptive as they think of themselves. Hubris can and will be their downfall,' another voice re-assured inside. 'It's the fate of Sith and those who chase power. The desperation will come, eventually.'
"Captain Marco will get what is coming to him," Darth Moiragetes finally said. "There are other matters pressing us right now." He activated a holoterminal, where the image of Admiral Asclepius Podalirius appeared on the bridge of the Maelstrom of Retribution with Admiral Ada Babbage, Captain Nagi Manasa, and Captain Sullas Bere. Another terminal raised with a connection to the Bulwark, and Lieutenant-Colonel Alexander Kuresh illuminated. Darth Moiragetes began transmitting the broadcast on all S-thread frequencies. "We are asserting direct operational command of the Sons of Korriban assets. The threat of Zakuul is over. The Sith Empire is free of subordination to the Abdicated One. We are free of the Emperor's dominance over our order. Odessan is not our enemy. The Jedi, and the Galactic Republic that protect them are our enemy, and the false Scions of Zakuul are a cult to be crushed.
"The way forward is to Iokath: a world that constructed the Constellation Constructs; a world that promises lost xenotechnology which allowed the Eternal Fleet it's purpose; a world that crafted the skytrooper legions; and a world that will allow us to improve our fleet and droid forces exponentially. The Maelstrom of Retribution, stationed here in Ilum, Kharrid's Vengeance in CZ-198, and Apotheosis in Belsavis, will begin their preparations in mobilizing to the worlds of Zakuul's former Empire, sweeping up swaths of their remnant technology as we move towards Iokath, where our destiny lies.
"As Darth Deiphage before us, technology of Old will carve the path of the New. We firmly believe that Iokath is the jewel that Lord Typhaon would have us pursue, and so we shall pursue it as the Empress would have it at her pleasure." Darth Moiragetes turned his head to Commodore Podalirius. "Are we prepared?"
"Aye, my Lord. It will be a pleasure to breach this machine world of machine men and deliver it to the Empire," Asclepious said proudly.
"Pilots are onboard," Captain Bere promised. "Ordnance loaded for a solid run to get us a good landing position. No records of any orbital defenses."
"Once the radiation field is down, we will commence hyperspace jump, my Lord," Admiral Babbage planned. "Our probes are constantly relaying information now. We will ensure that the Empire is first to claim te world."
"Dread-tech's comin' along just fine, m'Lord. Droideka production and Dread Killas are on th' way," Colonel Kuresh reported.
"And you, Commander?" Darth Moiragetes asked Rudger Ortega.
"Right as rain and calm as the ice on Ilum, my Lord," the commander answered. "We're ready to move on your command."
Darth Moiragetes stood up. "The Emperor is gone. The Sith are free from his false destiny to eke our own our fate. Let us determine the true leader with a measure of success. Iokath will determine everything that matters."