Post by Emperor Ticoga on Jul 18, 2023 11:27:34 GMT -5
Ticoga walked the halls of the Citadel, leading from the main part of the fortress and into the more residential sector of the massive structure. Several days had passed since the battle on the Crystal Moon, and Ticoga had found himself very busy. But, that was not necessarily a bad thing.
The mountains of work were actually soothing for Ticoga. No killings, no wars, no rivalries, no tournaments - just governing. Meetings upon meetings with civilian leaders representing the hundreds of worlds under Imperial rule; meetings and determinations with the Admirals and Generals; policy reviews; the list went on and on. But Ticoga was unperturbed by the work load. Soothing and relaxing, Ticoga threw his focus into everything - memorizing names and faces, disputes and resolutions, even interplanetary disputes between worlds that had been enemies before they were conquered by the Empire.
But, the biggest benefit of being the Emperor - he scheduled his own schedules. If he wanted to pour through work for hours upon hours, he could. And if he wanted time to stop and take care of other things, he did so. There was nothing in the galaxies that could not wait a few hours. And so it was that Ticoga was sweeping through the Citadel, meeting with the staff who kept the structure clean, and kept its mechanics functional. No station of work was beneath his notice, and open appreciation.
Safe to say the Brenchian responsible for moving garbage out of the building was flabberghasted to have met the Emperor. Now, Ticoga was entering the medical wing. He walks through, finding his way towards the intended recovery room where Mint was located. The android, Sentry, takes up a watchful position outside the room, and Magaera enters with Ticoga, smiling pleasantly.
Ticoga knocks first before entering the room, hands clasped behind his back.
"Lord Mint." Ticoga says by way of greeting. "Apologies for not coming sooner. How are you feeling?"
The mountains of work were actually soothing for Ticoga. No killings, no wars, no rivalries, no tournaments - just governing. Meetings upon meetings with civilian leaders representing the hundreds of worlds under Imperial rule; meetings and determinations with the Admirals and Generals; policy reviews; the list went on and on. But Ticoga was unperturbed by the work load. Soothing and relaxing, Ticoga threw his focus into everything - memorizing names and faces, disputes and resolutions, even interplanetary disputes between worlds that had been enemies before they were conquered by the Empire.
But, the biggest benefit of being the Emperor - he scheduled his own schedules. If he wanted to pour through work for hours upon hours, he could. And if he wanted time to stop and take care of other things, he did so. There was nothing in the galaxies that could not wait a few hours. And so it was that Ticoga was sweeping through the Citadel, meeting with the staff who kept the structure clean, and kept its mechanics functional. No station of work was beneath his notice, and open appreciation.
Safe to say the Brenchian responsible for moving garbage out of the building was flabberghasted to have met the Emperor. Now, Ticoga was entering the medical wing. He walks through, finding his way towards the intended recovery room where Mint was located. The android, Sentry, takes up a watchful position outside the room, and Magaera enters with Ticoga, smiling pleasantly.
Ticoga knocks first before entering the room, hands clasped behind his back.
"Lord Mint." Ticoga says by way of greeting. "Apologies for not coming sooner. How are you feeling?"
Ticoga:
PL: 110,660
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/270%
Items: Scouter, Blood Ruby (1), Destron Flask (1), Armor Lining (1/1)
Traits: Supremacy (Inactive), Restrained Might (Active), Durability
Sentry:
PL: 11,500
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/270%
Traits: Overdrive, Locked and Loaded (1/1), Tenacious (1), Raw Talent (2)
Magaera:
PL: 1,700
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/250%
Traits: Life Leech, Otherworld Training (3), Demonic Might, Vampiric (1), Tenacious (1)
WC: 320
PL: 110,660
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/270%
Items: Scouter, Blood Ruby (1), Destron Flask (1), Armor Lining (1/1)
Traits: Supremacy (Inactive), Restrained Might (Active), Durability
Sentry:
PL: 11,500
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/270%
Traits: Overdrive, Locked and Loaded (1/1), Tenacious (1), Raw Talent (2)
Magaera:
PL: 1,700
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/250%
Traits: Life Leech, Otherworld Training (3), Demonic Might, Vampiric (1), Tenacious (1)
WC: 320