The Final Sacrament (Anar and Miranda)

[Karl Valten]

With the dark nature of the Inquisitoriate and the rumors that followed in the wake of such enigmatic figures of the Empire, both praised heroes and feared as monsters, one would little expect any of such people to appear to the public.

But such a widespread organization also required a great deal of administration, in fact very few individuals could claim to be Inquisitors or even soldiers of the Inquisitoriate. Largest amongst the seven spires of the Citadel rose the administration headquarters of the Inquisitoriate, accessible to the public and home to the offices of the thousands keeping the paperwork moving and the public offices of several Inquisitors.

At the top of this spire sat the stateroom of the Grand Inquisitor, a collection of opulent rooms and offices furnished by only the finest of products fit for a Coruscanti noble.

Here Karl Valten waited for his guests with the grand expanse of Imperial Center sprawling forward with the Imperial Palace visible in all its glory a distance off.

A fine cuisine had been prepared. Roasted bruallki with sides seasoned ootoowerg and roasted pirki nuts, of course to be served with aged Coruscanti blush wine. Grand Inquisitor Valten stood at the vast window in thought, there was much to discuss.

[Tiberius Anar]

Somewhere below the Grand Inquisitor a heavy airlimosine was setting down on one of the spire's secure landing pads. It was accompanied by various other aircraft, some of which continued a vigilant sweep overhead.

A door was opened. An well-shod foot placed itself upon the landing pad. Its partner followed. Then the thin, elegant form of Tiberius Anar unfolded over this dual fulcrum.

As he buttoned his suit jacket, Anar's gaze travelled up the spire. It found the spire's pinnacle. A pair of blue eyes blinked once and the gaze returned to the level of the pad.

The Chancellor looked about himself. He was not indifferent to this place nor was he, as so many were, fearful of it. He was mildly curious, that was all.

He turned to his travelling companion. She had exited from the limonsine's other side and walked round to join him.

"This should be interesting," he observed, "Inquisitors so rarely take such an obvious interest in the wider political setting. It will be an education to learn how they perceive our situation, don't you think?"

[Miranda Tarkin]

"Oh I definitely agree, Chancellor. And I'm quite sure that Inquisitor Valten will appreciate our counsel in what he wishes to discuss." Miranda felt a tinge of guilt for not informing her old friend of this meetings true intentions. But the two of them had danced politics enough to realize no one ever told you the entire truth.

She wondered what his reaction would be when he did learn that truth.

The two of them walked a brief distance before being greeted by their escort. Four armored Inquisitor Guards presented arms and parted to make way for a suited Inquisitor that bowed deeply to his guests. The two personal guards assigned to Miranda's safety brought a fist up to their chest and spoke in unison. "Veristas Vincit!"

The raven haired man nodded. "Veristas Vincit." His pale blue eyes settled upon his brothers only briefly, because the center of attraction were the two individuals standing before him. "Chancellor Anar and Moff Tarkin. You honor us with your presence." He stood up right and clasped his hands behind his back. "Welcome to the Citadel. I am Agent Zarchars and I will be escorting you to High Inquisitor Valten's office where dinner has been prepared."

He made a swooping motion with his hand for Anar and Tarkin to follow.

[Karl Valten]

“We’re not ready!” The annoyed grumbling issued from a rather irked woman seated across from where the Grand Inquisitor kept a view on Zarchar’s progress. She, along with the Grand Inquisitor donned similar vestments. True to the Inquisitoriate lingered the obsidian dress uniform, however in the stead of the standard plain attire, a crimson sash wound over their shoulders and both the crest of the Empire and the Inquisitoriate gleamed in perfect embroidered gold on the cloth. The woman, in addition, sported a fine dark green trimmed the lines of the woman sleeves

“That wasn’t your conclusion last week.” This time the voice floated haughtily from the chamber’s third occupant, standing straight and proper over the cityscape below. Like Valten and the woman he wore an Inquisitorial dress uniform, though a deep azure traced his arms in a similar manner to the green. “We have each completed our parts. You suddenly doubt your own competence?”

A dangerous glare flared in the man’s direction. “We should not bring everything to the open at once like this. Especially not to the Chancellor…nor the agent.”

Before the stoic Inquisitor at the window could speak, Valten interjected with a voice that instantly commanded silence. “If we are to survive this new age we must ignore our suspicions and convictions for the time being. The Book is not hospitable to change, and change we must.”

Both of the other inquisitors slowly nodded in agreement. For them, breaking the chains to their own doctrine represented the heart of the chaos each swore to fight. Even Valten still felt the sickness in his gut….and mercilessly shoved it aside.

“They are arriving.” Noted the blue-trimmed Inquisitor. With a final shake of her head, the green-trimmed woman rose to her feet and shook off the air of aggravation and motioned towards the door. “To hell and the dining hall we go then.”

[Victor Crestmere]

Victor had prepared himself for tonight's events just as he was asked to. Clean shaved, hair groomed and neatly tied back into a pony tail with a white tie, and his obsidian dress uniform with its white trim was neatly pressed. He had to admit, he was looking good. It had been some time since Victor had to wear this get-up and it felt good. Every now and then one had to dispense with the pleasantries of work and adopt a more formal appearance. It just so happened that Victor loved playing dress up.

With one last quick look at the mirror, a thing he hated doing, Victor nodded in approval and out the door he went.

…Gonna go save the universe tonight eh?…
…Leave him alone. Its his night to shine…
…Oh, don‘t you go defending him now…
…I‘ll do what I want to!…
…Like frell you will! I‘ll make him forget you like he did Den‘quo…
…He had it coming. Besides, you wouldn‘t do that would you Victor?


“No. No I wouldn’t.” Victor found himself saying in reply as he stepped onto the empty elevator. Pressing the button to the floor with Valten’s office on it, the voices went on.

…See! Told you…
…Suck up…
…Brown nose…
…you missed a spot…


“Enough!” Victor finally shouted as he started rubbing his forehead. The more of them that talked, the more the pain intensified. Why they had to talk all at once was beyond Victor, but he would tolerate it just like he always did. But tonight, tonight they would be silent little ghost . Tonight some very important issues had to be discussed and while he wasn’t exactly sure what his part would play into the grand scheme of things, Victor never questioned his orders and did what he was told.

Ding went the elevator and walking with a sense of purpose Victor passed through the dark corridors, through the main chamber of the Cathedral, and finally through the main doors to Valten’s office. Upon entering Victor immediately noted two others in the room and said firmly with a salute as he stopped behind Valten, “Veristas Vincit! You called Sir? ”