In warfare, the victor was determined through preparation. What side was able to utilize more resources; what side was able to utilize their resources efficiently. It was these truths that Von Ricmore lived by. He would do his utmost to ensure that Clan Vizsla would be prepared for anything. The clan’s recent spending reflected that attitude. An acclamator class assault ship, capable of carrying the majority of the clan’s armed forces. The ship was unique in its ability to land on the surface of any planet, even the surface of water. With the clan’s kyber powered shields on the vessel, Von could all but guarantee the arrival of Clan Vizsla on any battlefield, no matter the circumstance.

Von applied this philosophy to more than just the navy. He oversaw the distribution of medical supplies, rations, and ammunition to the various Vizsla combat groups. It was unreasonable to expect the clan to field combat surgeons with every squad deployed, but the supplies could help some injured survive long enough to receive medical attention.

Some commanders would find this work tedious or even droll. Not Von. This small stress was one worth enduring if it would ensure more of his clansmen would return to the drinking halls with tales of their adventure.

Confident of his preparations, the Sith allowed himself to relax a few days before the Great Hunt. Custom crafted spice awaited him in his quarters. Many beings would recommend not to get high on your own supply; the Anzat thought such sentiments were foolish.