The Office of the Emperor

He set the glass down, relishing the success of these talks. Even he hadn't anticipated they would go this well.
"Well, you see, Enigma was originally founded on the basis of improvement of the Chiss race. However, as time wore on, and my family saw the futility of such small mindedness, Enigma has stood beside every empire, albeit in the shadows. You see, such things as Freedom, equality, individual rights. These principles make every living thing a plague on this galaxy. Think of a forest. It dries up and catches fire with the first spark. Now, individuals who do not understand this philosophy would fight that fire, believing every individual plant perfect in its own individual way. But it's the fire that's perfect. Essential. Such a fire would pave the way for civilization to colonize the land, inhabit it. Prosper in it. It can give rise to something that survives for thousands of years. The Clone Wars was a fire that gave rise to the Empire. So think of Enigma as the organization that helps prepare for the fire, stacking up drywood and spreading oil, so that when the time is right and the match is lit, those who are meant to inherit the galaxy will be able to rise from the ashes, literally. We will also help the fire burn, adding more fuel in the form of wealth, men, ships. And once the fire has burned itself out, we will help you rise from the ashes and establish a new, galaxy wide order, one which will bring peace for the foreseeable future." He paused for a moment.
"To answer your other question, yes it is composed of only Chiss, though the subjects of our various tests are all.. lesser beings. Those who cannot see the error of their ways. They bear the brunt of our experimentation, as, after all, discovery requires experimentation, and this experiment took many generations to complete. However, the results will fascinate you, if we are given the chance to demonstrate the true power of our creation. You will be amazed at the marvel we have achieved."
He paused, considering what to say
"But you strike me as one who prefers to see a demostration, a field test, in order for you to be impressed. So here's what I think. I believe that if you provide me with a mission, such as conquering a planet, I will demonstrate to you the power of my forces."

"I would ask for no other nature of task, Supreme Commander." He answered curtly, giving a mild note tot he urgency of the explanation though it held what was beginning to be a noted calm in the imperial's demeanor. The Chiss held firm to his posture and waited until the imperial had finished speaking for making light of the minor details in the commander's task. It was his philosophy never to disregard to detail, even in the nature of belittling it.

There was a significant difference between belittlement and utter disregard, one that could spell ones own death if executed poorly.

"If you wish them to heel, than I do not envision much difficulty on the part of my officers. If that is what you wish." He breathed, taking into consideration the location, nature and science of the planet that had appeared before him. He had seen it before, but with little but a passing interest while exploring greater elements of the boundary between the Unknown Regions and the Outer Rim.

"While I have the means to assess the situation of my own accord, there are details I should inquire of from you specifically, if I may." He began, tightening his hands momentarily before turning and giving a cold glance to the imperial, his eyes expressing an almost deadly interest in what he was about to say.

"Who is it that I will be confronting? What is the greatest commonality in their tactics? How many forces are expected to resist? Stop me if you feel I should slow my analysis, but I'm sure you'll find it is all necessary information one won't find on a holographic reading of a planet." He mused, his gaze taking a more calculated turn before he turned back to the hologram to read what little he could from the data presented to him. With a wave of his hand that quickly returned to his back, he issued an unspoken order to Ariela to take note of what she could gather on the planet he had been assigned.

"Should I expect reinforcements, or is this operation one to be completed on my own? And finally, to what extent do you wish the system to be subdued into a compliant connection to the First Order?" There was yet another change in his posture as he spoke, but this was one that stood apart from the rest of them. Almost as if on cue, he folded his arms back to the posture he had taken before. Folding one arm before him, opposite elbow cradled against it, he pressed his hand against his chin and took a much deeper inspection into the hologram before him.

"Are there any military or financial benefits to the control of this system, Commander? I find such details to be intriguing more so than important, to anticipate the actions of those who would seek to take back such a world." Perhaps his last touch had been forward in it's ambitious design, but there was little more he could do to soften his inquiry. Each and every detail was important to the subsequent depression of resistance on a world. Including those required by the front assaulting them.

Angela floated into the room like her namesake before the metal portal closed up behind her. It was now that the enormity of this room sank in. She looked about, noticing the luxury that so reminded her of home, her parents, her childhood. The beautiful screen arced accross the room, displaying the most beautiful image she had ever seen; the remains of a supernova. The various tiers extended out in a mishmash of different hues, swirling, blending together yet splitting apart. All of this outlined by the cold expanse of space, as though the remnants of the humongous explosion were an island of color, an oasis of brightness against a sea of inky black water, of deep black hues swirling together like the waters in a whirlpool. And there, standing before the holoscreen, silhouetted by the beautiful image on the screen, was him. The Supreme Commander. The moment he turned to face her she was glad that she was wearing the flimsy-looking, nearly see-through dress. She was glad she decided to look her best. Her mother had always said that Nicademus would become a handsome man, but she had never expected this. His flawless features were complemented by the perfectly made hair that had been made up to such a standard of excellency that she wasn't sure how it was possible to get ones hair so impossibly straight. His face was underlined by his crisp military uniform, that gave him a sense of simplicity and yet carried with it an air of sophistication. And his eyes, she longed for his eyes. The turquoise lakes that were his iris', the pearly white of his corneas, the inky black of his pupils... all of these called out to her like a mysterious whisper, drawing one closer, only to be swallowed up by the unknown. She couldn't believe this. When she was a mere ten years old, she had a crush on him, a childhood fancy, but now it had developed into something more. From that moment forward, every instant she spent apart from him would be torture as she called upon the banks of her memory, trying to recall every detail of his face, the indescribable deep of his eyes. It was at moments like these when a small crush becomes something deeper, a lust, a hunger for them, when you want them to love you, to never be separated from them. She relegated such thoughts to other areas of her mind, focusing on her reasons for being here, what she hoped to achieve. She began to speak in a tone not unlike the tinkle of crystals blowing in the wind.
"I realize that this is most unexpected, but allow me to explain. We have met before, though you may not remember me. I am Angela Ziegler, daughter of Finn and Emilia. We met many years ago, while my parents were taking a trip to Eriadu. They became close friends and so I was introduced to you. My family has a tradition of assisting the Empire or any form of the Empire in their plans. I can help you, but not in the way you think. See, I am a doctor, a woman who has dedicated her life to medicine and the assistance of others. So, I am here to assist."
She ran her hand over the desk, feeling each individual grain of the wood, relishing the feeling of running her hand over so smooth a surface. While doing this she brushed Nicademus' back with her hand, blushing slightly at this insignificant brush. He wasn't likely to notice at any rate. She began speaking again, her words smooth as silk.
"I have... some reasources under my control, namely a fleet, a tiny army, and doctors, all of which I plan to use to help ease the suffering of combat on your officers and men alike. And you, of course." Her blush increasing a bit upon saying this, she continued. "Essentially, I am pledging the loyalty of myself, my fleet, and my people to the First Order. I could create a medical bureau for your army if you do not have one in place." She paused for a moment, allowing what she had said to sink in, before continuing. "My fate in in your hands."

Once she and her companion, a female Imperial Knight named Faina Nikulin, have presented themselves to the Imperial Elite Guards standing sentry outside of the Supreme Commander's office, and are subsequently granted an audience with Nicademus Delvardus IV after explaining that they have come to report to the Supreme Commander concerning a joint mission between the Imperial Knights and Nicolina's Shadowtrooper platoon, Nicolina enters the office with Faina.

Stopping the regulation distance from the Supreme Commader, Nicolina stands at attention as she salutes Nicademus crisply and says, Supreme Commander, sir! Commander Foresi of the ISB, reporting on our mission to The Maw, sir! Not one to waste a lot of time with unnecessary details that Nicademus is more likely than not already familiar with from the post-mission report she made during the return trip to Muunilinst, Nicolina gets right to the point, The mission was a success, sir, and the Knight Hammer plans have been recovered. Turning her head slightly to glance towards Faina, who will present the datacard containing the plans to Nicademus, Nicolina adds, As I believe my report makes clear, sir, the mission would not have succeeded were it not for the quick thinking and decisive action of Imperial Knight Nikulin, sir.