"Then I will put that time to good use and begin meeting with my agents to formulate our attack for you, Admiral. I assure you, I do not intend to fail."

Trachta let the point hang as he turned to stair out at his new vessel. I would soon recieve its new paint of space black, not the pitch black that would create a visible void in space but something that would fade out of sight, combined with the special lighting arrays that were being place over the viewports which were no longer there, replace with metal plating. The Pariah already looked like a lifeless ghostship without viewport, reliant on scanners, cameras, and gunnery images to navigate. It would soon become a sign of menace in the galaxh, the Black Ship.

"However, I must admit it may take more time to complete the ship what with the severe modificaitons. This vessel will be one of a kind, espeically since I've already ensured no copies can ever be made, lest I allow it."

Tractha's mind was already moving along its dark paths, figuring out how to spread pain and suffering on Sinsang to make the Admiral's job easier. Intelligence existed to support the military as it was part of the Empire and Trachta would happily do so with the Special Intelligence division.

Again the Grand Admiral shuddered, though this was entirely too himself. On countless fields he had walked and marched in the company of Death. More often that he cared to remember his flesh had been made hot by fire or wet with blood but still he advanced and not once had he stood down when the trumpets rang out with their call to duty. He had felt fear for he was as human as the next man, but he contained it as a soldier, as a warrior had to.

Trachta however, elicited a fear no soldier ever felt when storming a rampart - he promised not the glorious death of the field, but the slow, agonizing end only the truly vile could dream up.

However, I must admit it may take more time to complete the ship what with the severe modificaitons. This vessel will be one of a kind, espeically since I've already ensured no copies can ever be made, lest I allow it.

Grand Admiral Desaria looked out at the battleship and already felt it was no longer such, tainted by an unholy darkness. The viewports were being covered, weapons replaced and repositioned, entire sections of living quarters and crew rest areas excised. I can't think of anyone that would want to recreate such a monstrosity.

" Very well. Glora Imperium, Director."

Trachta merely nodded, not bothering with the silly adage that members of the military enjoyed adding to the end of their meetings. Glory was for those who stood in the open, visible and challenging. Trachta did no such thing, ever. He prefered to walk up behind someone and stab them in the back to deal with his problems. Glory was for soldiers and Trachta had long lost his taste for soldiering while he had served as a Commodore in the Navy. It was only after that time and his involvement in a few conflicts that he had come to realize his talents were focused much more on things that lacked glory, honor, or morality. To that end he had embraced what others might call the dark side of his personality, to him it was a strength, a willingness most others did not have the stomach for. The Empire had taken Trachta in, allowed him to rise up and he would protect it in his own vile little ways, no matter how much he was disliked or dispised even by those who served the Empire as well. In the end it was all about maintaining order, preventing the chaos a democracy or theocracy could bring if allowed to topple the Emipre's power structure.

"Then I believe that is all dealt with. I will contact you again when my agents have begun their work on Sinsang."

Trachta gave a curt, polite bow, the only thing he could really muster due to his growing distaste for military tradition. He then turned, letting Grand Admiral show himself out as he began to focus more upon the ship's construction again, mentally going over ways to harm the inhabitants of Sinsang, to make their defenders weaker. There had to be a way to break a fortress world, to fracture it in some manner, create cracks that the Grand Admiral could put to good use in whatever offensive he was planning. Trachta would take pleasure in this assignment, causing pain to the enemy amused him, but not enough to distract him from the overall goal. He permitted himself a small taste of sadism but never reveled in it. He simply learned to appreciate the concepts of pain and suffering when applied to others. He'd already had his own share of that long ago when he'd received his many implants that made him capable fo functioning normally.

For now though what mattered was that the Pariah was completed and that its systems were checked, tested, and fully functional before it began its new journey as Trachta's home and headquarters. He would make it a center for Imperial Intelligence, obviously still relying on the main office for certain items but at the same time it was best to have a mobile base that would permit him to move in and observe operations on a more personal level. It would also create a mystique around him, making Trachta all the more menacing even to those in the Empire. Fear was a tool to be tamed and used against the enemy and the Empire had a great many enemies. Trachta would make them all feel fear.