Post by Logan Shivers on Mar 26, 2020 19:05:10 GMT
A cluster of over 100 ships and almost uncountable smaller vehicles and barges could be seen on and around the skeleton frame of a brand new city floating amongst the clouds of the gas giant at Leafar. The huge workforce had just completed its commission and the framework of this new city was now ready to be built on.
Amongst the many surrounding ships that had been involved in this build project two BFF-1 Bulk freighters could be seen, escorted by two Action IV class freighters and a Verpine class Heavy Cruiser. The five ships contained the raw materials, vehicles, equipment and personell required for what was promising to be a large scale project.
Aboard the Verpine class cruiser, the Detritus, Logan and Max stood on the Bridge, watching ramework grew larger and larger as they approached. When it was apparent they were on final approach and about to land, both made their way towards the exit ramp.
The large military ship, used on this occasion in a purely civilian purpose, touched down gently on the flat surface of the as yet undeveloped city. A few moments passed as its crew made final landing adjustments and the exit ramp lowered, followed further down the ship by the much larger hangar bay ramp. The ships pilot had expertly positioned the ship so that the boarding ramp lowered just in front of the gathered crowd, mostly members of the AMC, former Pitch Black soldiers and of course, members of the newly formed and re-purposed Faceless Hunter Ascendancy. Some journalists from the Galactic press had also found out and curiosity had drawn them in as well.
At a podium, almost directly at the foot of the boarding ramp, stood a female Diathim, tall, slender and most striking in her black and green figure hugging fatigues. As soon as she saw the two figures at the top of the ramp she faced the gathered crowd and spoke into the voice amplifier on the podium.
“Fellow Sentients, your attention please. It is my privilidge to announce the arrival of Proconsul Max Ameeno Baca and Legacy Guardian Logan Shivers.”
She let the applause die down and continued.
“Proconsul, may I invite you to make the first address?”
The Wookie took the podium. Dressed in full ceremonial AMC uniform, the striking red contrasting the mostly black garments, he made quite an imposing figure and one that certainly grabbed everyones attention.
“Greetings fellow sentients, thank you for choosing to attend this remarkable celebration. As you will all be aware, the AMC has been through some testing times in the last couple of years. We have come out of those stronger, leaner, more experienced. I would remind you all of the Battle for Carlac, where we saw a not insignificant number of our brothers and sisters lost to a vile and dark enemy, but a battle that we came through victorious against all odds. No small part of that victory was directly attributed to the actions of the Pitch Black Consortium’s brave soldiers and the tactical expertise of their fearless and ruthless leader, General Logan Shivers. Most of you will be aware at some level of the reported death of the General, the subsequent chaos and disorder that reigned within Pitch Black after the end of the battle. Further to that, you will no doubt have read the reports of the Generals retreat from active service for personal reasons.”
The Proconsul took a sip from a glass on the podium. He let his eyes scan the crowd for a second and went back into his speech.
“That is the past, it is OUR past. But this here, this skeleton structure is the beginning of a future. Our future, it is the start of a special addition to our family here in the AMC. The addition of something that has been missing. In recognition of service rendered to the AMC family, of hardships encountered and overcome, in recognition of loyalty through the worst times, the Alliance of Mercenary Consortiums dedicates this city to the foundation of the Faceless Hunter Ascendancy. From here we will support this new passion, this religion, this way of life. I dedicate this city to the FHA, long live the AMC, long live our Alliance, long live our Family. Thank you.”
Max stepped away from the podium and the female Diathim returned to it.
“And now, it is my pleasure and honour to present Legacy Guardian Logan Shivers, AMC High Command General.”
Most who know Logan would expect to see him in his distinct heavy battle armour, something he seems to practically live in. But not on this day. Black leather trousers tucked into calf high black leather boots, topped with a dark green arming jacket. No weapons on his person.
“Greetings my brothers and sisters of the AMC, by brothers and sisters of the galaxy. This is a very special day for me, I hope it will be a special day for a lot of you and will become a day that is remembered by many. I truly believe in the tenents of the FHA, the life guided by the Path. I have travelled a long hard path myself to come to this point and want to share what I have learnt with all who wish to listen, all who want help to guide them through their lifes path. Others already know their life Path, others still have travelled the majority of their Path and are coming to its end. Everyone wants to leave their mark on the galaxy, no matter their Path. The FHA is here for all who wish for our assistance, support, guidance. On this city we will found our very first monument to the Path, a grand Cathedral dedicated to the Hunt. This would not be possible without the generosity of the AMC in providing this location for us to build upon. It is a true sign of things to come, the FHA building on the framework provided by the AMC. Together we can only grow stronger, bigger, better. Our family will leave its own legacy in this galaxy and although the history is rich, the legacy begins right here, today, right here. Long live the AMC!”
Logan stepped back and offered his hand to Max. The two clasped forearms in a warriors grip, then embraced in a clear show of brotherhood. Shri stepped up from the sidelines and he too embraced Logan, followed by a host of AMC commanders, possibly the first time such names had gathered together in one place without military action being imminent. As the crowd mingled and the initial formality of the occasion relaxed, two more ships descended upon the city. Logan looked up and a huge grin creased his face. He raised his voice to be heard amongst the general Tumult.
“ATTENTION!! An event such as this would simply not be complete without some lubrication for our throats!! Courtesy of the FHA, please enjoy!”
The two ships could now be made out to be spacelane diners, slow, lumbering hulks that settled down in time with little ceremony. Their doors slid open and a host of waiting staff exited with trays of drinks in all colours, shapes and sizes. They mingled quickly with the corwd and drink was soon flowing amongst the celebrants.
Once all had enjoyed a drink and something to eat, they boarded a fleet of Eddicus class shuttles to take them across to the other side of the vast and largely empty floating city. The destination was the landing site of the BFF bulk freighters and the two Action IV freighters that could be seen unloading building equipment. The shuttles settled and the occupants exited, the crowd making its way to an area between the giant bulk freighters.
Logan left everyone behind and continued on for a few paces, stopping by a red ribbon that had been stretched across the gap. Behind it could be seen a stunning white marble statue of a hunter. Its highly polished surface did not make it clear on the gender or even the species of the hunter, it did not even provide any facial features. None the less it was stunningly beautiful. After admiring it for a while, Logan turned to face his audience.
“This stunning work of art will form the Centrepoint of our Cathedral. It displays the spirit of a hunter whilst avoiding attributing any recognisable features that could define it. This is because the Path of the Hunter is open to every living sentient in the galaxy. There is no room for destinction, no room for discrimination. The spirit of the Hunter is in everyone, it may take many forms, be different in each and every sentient here today, perhaps in every sentient in the galaxy, but it is there, it exists and guides. I hope that once the walls of the Cathedral are build around this work of art, it will still shine as bright as it does today and provide an avenue for inspiration for those who view it. Thank you all for attending, I would like to call on the sentient responsible for the building works completed here to date, to cut through this ribbon and officially open this building site. Proconsul Shri Bacca, head of AMC-iTech.”
The crown applauded as Shri, also in full AMC dress uniform approached.
“speeches not really my thing… never used to be Logans either, was hoping this would not take so long. These are great events, we live in interesting times. Long live the AMC, long live the FHA.”
With that, and a sly twinkle in his eye, Shri drew a ceremonial sabre from his belt rather than take the offered knife and with a flourish, sliced it through the thick ribbon.
“There, I opened it, now lets get to celebrating!”