The city of Elysiar gleamed beneath the fading sky, its crystalline towers pulsing with soft light as if breathing with the planet itself. From the upper terrace of the Nexus Spire, Adam stood in quiet reflection, watching as construction drones finalized a skywalk bridge between two mid-tier towers. Greenery from the biointegration chambers already trailed across its supports, seamlessly blending with the structure's luminous alloy and arcane threads.
It was no longer just a settlement.
It was becoming a beacon.
Every day brought new developments—new integrations between summoned technologies and the world's own latent energies. Adam had come to learn that the planet wasn't just reacting to their efforts—it was evolving with them.
And others were noticing.
Count Dooku approached with his usual slow, regal cadence, hands behind his back as he surveyed the district below them.
"You've created something unlike any world I've known," he said. "It is... unshackled by the constraints of tradition. I sense intention here, not just order."
Adam inclined his head. "We don't have centuries of Republic architecture to emulate. That's been a blessing."
Dooku's gaze sharpened as he turned toward him. "And yet, with such potential... comes attention. You will need allies before the wrong ones come knocking."
Adam nodded slowly.
"The Republic may not yet understand what this place is," Dooku continued, "but they will, eventually. When that happens, you will need voices—legitimate ones—to speak on Elysiar's behalf."
Adam studied him carefully. Dooku had seen enough to know the planet's value—but not its secrets. The system remained hidden from all but those it had summoned.
Dooku's suggestion wasn't wrong. A political bridge to the wider galaxy could anchor Elysiar's place in the coming era.
And as if in agreement, the system's interface materialized in front of Adam moments later.
[System Notification: Specialist-Class Summoning Token Acquired]Token Type: Role-Targeted (Diplomacy / Negotiation)Franchise Source: External – Non-Star Wars UniverseTrait Package: Preloaded Role Adaptation – Galactic Political Protocols & Economic InterfacingStatus: Ready for Use
Adam retreated to the Summoner's Sanctum, where the token hovered at the center of the chamber like a single, golden ember. It pulsed in rhythm with the system's ambient hum, waiting.
He considered the implications. This summon wouldn't be a warrior or a craftsman. Not a soldier or protector. This would be someone with words sharper than blades—someone who could navigate bureaucracy and conflict without a single shot fired.
He reached out.
[Summoning in Progress – Role: Diplomatic Strategist]Parameters: High Intellect | Multinational Negotiation | Non-Force Reliant | Adaptive MindsetFinalizing…
Confirmed.
Light surged, not in a blinding flare, but a structured column—clean and measured. From it emerged a figure of sharp posture, dressed in a crisp, dark suit layered beneath a tactical overcoat. Intelligent eyes scanned the chamber instantly, not in confusion, but with immediate assessment.
His voice, when it came, was calm and precise.
"You've summoned me," he said. "Good. I've already been briefed on the essential framework of this society and its external pressures."
Adam blinked. "You've... already adapted?"
The man offered a subtle smile. "I learn fast."
[Summon Registered – Specialist Tier: Tywin Lannister (Game of Thrones Franchise)]Role: Political Strategist, Diplomatic ArchitectTraits:
Silver Tongue of the Lion: Increases diplomatic success rate by 35% in formal negotiations
Legacy Builder: Increases civic cohesion and political organization effectiveness
Cold Logic: Immune to charm, flattery, and low-grade mental manipulation
Adam regarded him with a mix of awe and wariness. He remembered Tywin's cold brilliance—ruthless but undeniably effective. But this version was updated. Refined. Not the Lord of Westeros, but a man forged for a new arena.
"Your name?" Adam asked.
"I retain it," he replied. "Tywin. I understand you require a diplomat. Someone to ensure this city's sovereignty is respected… and preserved."
Adam nodded. "Exactly."
"Then let us begin drafting your future."