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Despite his lack of armour, Vladimir receives many look of shock and fear as he strides through the palace, though a group of large reptilian aliens look like they want to challenge him to a fight, making for an unusual change of pace.Vladimir opted not to wear his warplate down to the capital. He considered such an outfit suitable for battle or to cower others by his station; generally everyday wear for him. But to meet the Emperor neither was appropriate. Instead he settled on an expensive but subdued attire of dark and moody colors that made him appears as though he belonged in the nobility rather than the army.
The sheer immensity of him still would draw attention however.
He wasted no time in making his way to the palace. After a week he felt the Emperor had waited long enough. Gods knew if it was him he wouldn't want to wait a moment longer than necessary.
Escorted by imperial guardsmen, Vladimir is lead through the halls of the palace, arriving in a huge library, where the young emperor stands beside a beautiful blonde woman. The woman, and the young sovereign, share a long look, before Carius approaches Vladimir. "I wanted to thank you." He waves away his guards, until the two of them are alone. "You did your job with the duchess' planets well. She was here a few days ago, negotiating her annexation." He smiles, his expression friendly, but even, making it hard to tell what his true demeanor is. "It wasn't part of the deal, but I think you deserve a reward. For three centuries, you've been serving my dynasty, implementing our policies. Now, I want your help in creating them." He hands Vladimir a badge, the metal tiny in the warrior's huge hand. "What do you say, councilor?"