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.
