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Post by Derek Marr on Dec 3, 2017 16:18:14 GMT -8
*Derek was patiently standing, thinking of nothing. But, that all changed when Merrik came in to get him. It was now game time,
Derek followed Merrik in, well after Merrik was pointing at the doorway that is. He walked right into the room, noticing Merrik and the Supreme Commander.
He stood in awe of the room and also of the top brass, that was right before him.*
*As he walks in, Derek watches and waits to be spoke too.*
*Many things went through his head. He could remember his Dad, Jahn, an Imperial special operations agent. But, Jahn, served during the reign of Cygnus and was long since gone or dead. Derek wasn't quite sure, but for all intents and purposes he was dead. And, his mom? Dead too.
But, now was Derek's time. He was going to rise through greatness or die trying. But, now, he would do what his dad always told him.
"Shut up and wait to be talked to". *
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 3, 2017 16:32:08 GMT -8
”The perpeptrator of these actions is none other then Commodore Reinhardt Yularen, the new leader of the ISB and Moff od the Dubrillion oversector.”Vlusu paused for a moment, before placing a holoprojector on the desk. Immediately, a few screens came up, taken from the gun cameras, Starfighter pilot’s helmets, and, in the center, the probe droid. It depicted the battle, the bombardment, and the destruction. He paused for a moment, calculating his next move.”What is to be done about this attack. If not handled in terms of PR properly, it could affect the minds of people in a similar way to the destruction of Alderaan; it will being to shake the impression that the First Order are bringers of peace and stability in the rough, wild galaxy.” As the Supreme Commander gestured, he dropped to salute, however remained at attention. Indicating the data pad in his hand, I have here details of a mission I never took, to a facility that doesn't exist, to remove a target that was never there. He would then hand over the data pad. I eagerly await my next assignment, Supreme Commander. Seth then caught a glimpse of the map behind his superior and felt a sense of pride well up in him at the sight of all that the First Order had accomplished. Merrik couldn't help but smile just a little, this meeting was going better than the commander's irrational worry had made him expect. Standing up straight Merrik offers a snappy salute between making a proper about face and walking crisply to the office door. Opening it up he pokes his head out. Come on in. Without waiting for a response the imperial officer makes his way back toward the Supreme Commander introducing his companion with just the slightest flourish. Sir, may I present to you Derek Marr, an information master who played a critical role in the death and defeat of WarlordThraiven. He gestures with one hand toward the doorway in which Derek would theoretically be making his entrance at that very moment. Derek was patiently standing, thinking of nothing. But, that all changed when Merrik came in to get him. It was now game time, Derek followed Merrik in, well after Merrik was pointing at the doorway that is. He walked right into the room, noticing Merrik and the Supreme Commander. He stood in awe of the room and also of the top brass, that was right before him.*As he walks in, Derek watches and waits to be spoke too.*Many things went through his head. He could remember his Dad, Jahn, an Imperial special operations agent. But, Jahn, served during the reign of Cygnus and was long since gone or dead. Derek wasn't quite sure, but for all intents and purposes he was dead. And, his mom? Dead too.
But, now was Derek's time. He was going to rise through greatness or die trying. But, now, he would do what his dad always told him.
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Post by Grand Admiral Zuhel on Dec 3, 2017 20:03:45 GMT -8
This sudden promotion had caught Vlusu off guard. He had calculated that he would be promoted, perhaps to the rank of fleet admiral, or the governor of a single system, but to suddenly be shot to the position of Grand Moff meant that the Supreme Commander has taken a liking to him. As he processed this, memories of his childhood, a past life, began trickling into his mind. His family had been rich and somewhat influential, but nowhere near the Aristocras. He had dreamed for many a day of holding equal or greater power to these individuals, but had never thought it possible. Here was every Chiss schoolboy’s dream come true. Vlusu kneeled before the superior man and spoke in a clear voice that portrayed no emotion.
”Thank you for this most generous promotion, sir. I can promise that you are not making a mistake choosing me for this... most important job.”
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Post by Seth Gentry on Dec 4, 2017 12:17:11 GMT -8
The trooper swelled with pride as the Supreme Commander praised him and his men. He looked forward to working with some of the other higher ups in The First Order and was nodding along, ending with a quick "Thank you, Sir." Before being caught slightly off guard by Nicademus asking about his own service history.
Sir, I was a Sargent upon graduation and about six months after, during a particularly nasty fire fight that saw the previous lieutenant dead, I was given a field promotion.
He paused for a moment.
If I may, Sir, why do you ask?
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Post by Commander Oryon Melan on Dec 4, 2017 16:34:43 GMT -8
As per the urgent message, Central Commander Yularen arrived to the Imperial Capital, dressed with as much military style as possible, with wide flaring breeches, long leather boots, his purse white tunic with its rank badge polished to perfection. Upon his head sat his officer's cap. He awaited his audience.
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Post by Xakire on Dec 5, 2017 1:33:07 GMT -8
I am indeed a father, Xakire. Illaria Ren has given me a boy and a girl as the foundations of a family and a dynasty. One that I hope will endure longer than the Fels ever did.Yet he did not continue for his ears caught words of intrigue and interest that flowed from Lord Xakire's mouth. Not only giving him advice on the future of the First Order, but intel that rather intrigued him. Especially making the Imperial wondering where the Sith got such intelligence involving a resurgent CIS. Nicademus rubs his chin quietly, pondering upon the first set of words spoken to Xakire. His eyes gazing at the symbol of the First Order that hung high above the entrance of his office.That is the purpose of the First Order, Xakire... to be a new age of Imperialism. To learn from the mistakes of the past and ensure they are not repeated. As the Fel Empire was the New Order, so are we. For I desire not fear and destruction, I want loyalty and obedience, bred through education and propaganda. I have my vision of order and dominance, and it does not mirror that of the Tarkin Doctrine nor the ruthlessness of Darth Sidious. No, a vision made possible through the principles of our Imperial Enlightenment... of how we uplift societies through security and law. Through obedience and loyalty. Into a new era where our form of Imperialism will never die.Nicademus remembered the lessons of his mentor, the Sith Lord Malvus, who had taught him the errors of the Galactic Empire and the flaws of old Imperialism. They had ensured he was ready to one day build a stronger and more stable Empire, one that would certainly endure the times of change and bring forth a great revolution to the whole galaxy.
Those thoughts were set aside however when his mind turned to the news of the CIS. Nicademus walks over to a map, wondering where this intelligence had come from and where Xakire had learned of it. The Imperial continues to look upon the map of the galaxy before speaking.A resurgent CIS you say? Thankfully we have destroyed the caches on Muunilinst and Mygeeto... they will not be used against our nation from within. Tell me, Xakire, where is this CIS? Who are their leaders? And more importantly, how did you learn this when my Imperial Intelligence told me nothing of it before? |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 5, 2017 17:31:49 GMT -8
This sudden promotion had caught Vlusu off guard. He had calculated that he would be promoted, perhaps to the rank of fleet admiral, or the governor of a single system, but to suddenly be shot to the position of Grand Moff meant that the Supreme Commander has taken a liking to him. As he processed this, memories of his childhood, a past life, began trickling into his mind. His family had been rich and somewhat influential, but nowhere near the Aristocras. He had dreamed for many a day of holding equal or greater power to these individuals, but had never thought it possible. Here was every Chiss schoolboy’s dream come true. Vlusu kneeled before the superior man and spoke in a clear voice that portrayed no emotion.”Thank you for this most generous promotion, sir. I can promise that you are not making a mistake choosing me for this... most important job.” The trooper swelled with pride as the Supreme Commander praised him and his men. He looked forward to working with some of the other higher ups in The First Order and was nodding along, ending with a quick "Thank you, Sir." Before being caught slightly off guard by Nicademus asking about his own service history.Sir, I was a Sargent upon graduation and about six months after, during a particularly nasty fire fight that saw the previous lieutenant dead, I was given a field promotion. He paused for a moment.If I may, Sir, why do you ask? As per the urgent message, Central Commander Yularen arrived to the Imperial Capital, dressed with as much military style as possible, with wide flaring breeches, long leather boots, his purse white tunic with its rank badge polished to perfection. Upon his head sat his officer's cap. He awaited his audience. "Yes, thankfully our efforts to destroy their caches seemed to have proven to be the right move. My sources tell me that this new CIS has begun occupying at least, and I stress that they quite possibly control more, Mustafar, Contruum, Bespin, Utapau, Malastare, Varonat, and my sources believe but have yet to confirm, Geonosis. I learnt of this because I encountered a fleet of CIS warships on a mission to Mustafar. This was strange to me, as the CIS has been gone for decades so I did some digging. Had my officers reach out to some contacts, bribe some pirates, traders, dig on the Holonet for references to the CIS. That sort of thing. These takeovers weren't subtle, so many people noticed of course as fleets and armies of droid suddenly occupied planets. I'm sure news would have reached you eventually. Perhaps your Intelligence is more castrated than I had thought however. I understand it has been going through....difficulties." |
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Post by Commander Oryon Melan on Dec 5, 2017 20:13:51 GMT -8
If Yularen was caught off guard, he didn't show it. He watched the footage silently.
"It is footage, containing the aftermath of a bloody battle, as well as some of the orbital combat."
The Central Commander cast his gaze across the room as he paused for a moment.
"I shall continue under the assumption you desire a full report."
Yularen assumed a more relaxed position, spreading his feet, he removed his hat and then clasped his hands behind his back. As he did so, he pressed the hand adjustment button in all the way discreetly, activating a recorder.
"An ISB naval unit under my command was in the process of escorting a Gladiator Star Destroyer, the Brigand, with a significant cargo of Dioxis. We were accompanied by ISB ground forces under the command of Colonel Rusper Blunt, and the Dioxis was bound for paramilitary forces being sponsored by Imperial Intelligence. Primarily, these groups were pirates intended to raid enemy shipping.
Upon the way, we received Intelligence that the Crew of the Wayward Son were present on Naboo. We diverted, with our convoy in tow.
Upon arrival, we began to set up a blockade. It was at this time Vlusu'Heas'Cauro arrived to the planet. Upon being informed he was in an ISB operational zone, he dispatched his Lieutenant, known as 'Artemis' to my ship. Upon his arrival, he assaulted a dozen of my men and pointed a rifle in my face.
Meanwhile, Colonel Blunt began establishing road blocks in Theed, and a full platoon were swiftly slain by enemy forces, led by a number of enemies wielding lightsabers. Previously, instructions had been to shoot to stun, and at this stage the order to shoot to kill was given.
It was at this stage our air support was instructed to bomb enemy positions by the Ground Command, which was now a separate chain to the Command in space.
After several Fighters were shot down by the previously startled Naboo Air Force, and as enemy infantry began to mobilise, Colonel Blunt requested an Orbital Strike upon two key locations - the Military Hangers and a gathering army in Sectors Four and Five of Theed.
As the Colonel was both my equal and an experienced ground officer, I obliged and fired upon the requested targets, however, a mistake in a targeting algorithm resulted in shots hitting Theed Palace. This mistake most likely occurred due to the fact the Starhammer is possibly the last ISD-1 in active service, and her systems are in need of refit.
With the Colonel's request complete, I turned my attention to the approaching Naboo Fleet and a reinforcing GA Fleet, and cut the planet off from all communications via a blanket communication blackout. This resulted in the ground forces and TIE squadrons on Naboo being cut off from my own command in orbit.
As the fighting continued and enemy infantry began to make it past our outnumbered TIEs, Colonel Blunt began a desperate retreat. He began to pull his troops out, and he started deploying Dioxis. It has since been made clear to me that he sent several shuttles to the ship without my consent and commandeered a large supply of the gas.
These cannisters were set behind the retreating Stormtroopers to hinder the enemy advance. Slowly but surely, troops made it back to their shuttles and departed. One of the last shuttles to leave brought me a Zabrak warrior, a clone of Darth Venator, who has agreed to aid the First Order so long as he has the chance to regain the entirety of his memories, which are kept from him in a holocron in the possession of the Original.
With our men aboard, we began to move to retreat from the system. An enemy Interdictor began to activate its Gravity Well Generators, and this prompted Admiral Vlusu - who had previously watched the whole battle from afar without any intervention at all - to act now that he was in danger of having his own retreat blocked.
After a short but intense period of fighting, we succeeded in a jump to hyperspace, thought the Brigand was caught in the activating gravity well, and was presumably lost to enemy forces.
From there, we moved to Kuat to commence repairs. "
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 5, 2017 20:52:09 GMT -8
Nicademus listens to the full report with his full attention. The mention of Artemis was rather interesting, given the agent's actions towards Central Commander Yularen. Granted, Artemis Mortem was a special Dark Jedi agent of the First Order, operating at the command of the Supreme Commander. He usually paired himself with Admiral, now Grand Moff, Vlusu, who had performed a series of deeds that helped with the internal security of the First Order. That meant the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer, at Mortem's disposal, was most likely at the Naboo.
Central Commander, your actions over Naboo have put the First Order in a position that I did not want to be in.
The Supreme Commander was not happy with this at all.
This... attack on Naboo, and the usage of a chemical agent, not to mention the damage caused, only serves as a rallying cry for the Galactic Alliance. They were a beaten foe! We were in a state of superiority in which we could demand a treaty, favorable to the First Order's interest. Now we can only hope for a status quo. Otherwise, we will now face a growing threat, not a stagnating one.
The Imperial places his hands behind his back, glancing over at the senior military staff member.
We do have further reports on the matter, do we not, General?
Indeed, Supreme Commander. Contrary to the testimony of the Central Commander, we have been given reports and have records indicating that there was no mistake in the targeting algorithm. The intended target was Theed Palace, given the concentration of turbolaser fire around the perimeter.
The Supreme Commander turns to look directly at Yularen.
You cannot hide the truth from me, Central Commander... you purposefully aimed your guns, not by mistake in a single degree. You intended to engulf Theed Palace in an orbital strike and take some of the city with this barrage. The footage provided to us shows the blast area, in which the guns were targeted, was no mistake!
The feet of the Stormtrooper pair were heard behind Yularen, but no clicks of their rifles were made. The face of Nicademus remained unmoved however. The Imperial was good at hiding his own emotions, a stern face was harder to read after all.
I like you, Yularen, for your determination, your loyalty, and your ideas... but I don't like this situation one bit. Not only did you lose a ship full of deadly toxins to our foes, which will only reinforce their rally cry, but you are trying to play me as a blind fool by using a fabricated detail.
The Supreme Commander crosses his arms now, looking directly at Yularen.
Do you have any further words in your defense? Any reasons why I should not have you severely reprimanded for your incompetence involving the incident at Naboo?
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Post by Xakire on Dec 5, 2017 21:38:08 GMT -8
We have only heard rumors of this activity you speak of, Xakire. Imperial Intelligence has been undergoing some necessary reforms, to improve their efficiency, while trying to gather data on these speculations and rumors. Your words have tipped the scales though... someone is trying to revive the CIS.Some of these planets matched with rumors circulated around that Imperial Intelligence had stumbled upon. Contruum was the closest to First Order territory and where these rumors were originating from for a time. Xakire's report had only confirmed suspicions on these rumors. Now there were further questions to make.What do you know of the leadership, Xakire? Is there any names you can give me that Imperial Intelligence can utilize? |
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 5, 2017 22:37:25 GMT -8
At least you two give me sound and honest advice.Probably the reason why the Supreme Commander favored the Knights of Ren so well. They spoke bluntly and honestly, not sugar-coating words. They truly gave him the words and advice he sought. However, there was a further question to present. If the Empire was formed, the Knights of Ren would certainly take a more... integrated role.One question remains. Since my Empress will obviously be Illaria, that means the Knights of Ren must seek a more integrated role in the fabric of this nation. Would the Knights of Ren consider no longer being allies, but being a vital organ of this Empire? |
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Post by Seth Gentry on Dec 6, 2017 9:50:35 GMT -8
I take an interest in my soldiers and commanders, Lieutenant Gentry.Nicademus's gaze falls upon the planet of Eriadu, which rested upon the map.I was once a soldier too. I worked with Eriadu Planetary Security, then as a naval officer in the Fourth Galactic Empire, centered around Taris. I learned the backgrounds of my comrades and was able to link their names with their faces. Gained their trust and they gave me their loyalty in return.The Supreme Commander waves his hand, causing the map to go out for now.Don't you do the same, Lieutenant? Sir, I always ensure my troopers are loyal to you, The First Order, and myself; in that order. Much like you, Sir, I also get to know my men. They are good. Maybe even the best, if I may be so bold. Seth was not lying, his men were good. The Lieutenant hoped that he and his men would get the privilege of serving closer to the Supreme Commander, who most of them were nearly fanatically loyal to. |
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Post by Commander Oryon Melan on Dec 6, 2017 14:53:47 GMT -8
Nicademus listens to the full report with his full attention. The mention of Artemis was rather interesting, given the agent's actions towards Central Commander Yularen. Granted, Artemis Mortem was a special Dark Jedi agent of the First Order, operating at the command of the Supreme Commander. He usually paired himself with Admiral, now Grand Moff, Vlusu, who had performed a series of deeds that helped with the internal security of the First Order. That meant the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer, at Mortem's disposal, was most likely at the Naboo.Central Commander, your actions over Naboo have put the First Order in a position that I did not want to be in.The Supreme Commander was not happy with this at all.This... attack on Naboo, and the usage of a chemical agent, not to mention the damage caused, only serves as a rallying cry for the Galactic Alliance. They were a beaten foe! We were in a state of superiority in which we could demand a treaty, favorable to the First Order's interest. Now we can only hope for a status quo. Otherwise, we will now face a growing threat, not a stagnating one.The Imperial places his hands behind his back, glancing over at the senior military staff member.We do have further reports on the matter, do we not, General?Indeed, Supreme Commander. Contrary to the testimony of the Central Commander, we have been given reports and have records indicating that there was no mistake in the targeting algorithm. The intended target was Theed Palace, given the concentration of turbolaser fire around the perimeter.The Supreme Commander turns to look directly at Yularen.You cannot hide the truth from me, Central Commander... you purposefully aimed your guns, not by mistake in a single degree. You intended to engulf Theed Palace in an orbital strike and take some of the city with this barrage. The footage provided to us shows the blast area, in which the guns were targeted, was no mistake!The feet of the Stormtrooper pair were heard behind Yularen, but no clicks of their rifles were made. The face of Nicademus remained unmoved however. The Imperial was good at hiding his own emotions, a stern face was harder to read after all.I like you, Yularen, for your determination, your loyalty, and your ideas... but I don't like this situation one bit. Not only did you lose a ship full of deadly toxins to our foes, which will only reinforce their rally cry, but you are trying to play me as a blind fool by using a fabricated detail.The Supreme Commander crosses his arms now, looking directly at Yularen.Do you have any further words in your defense? Any reasons why I should not have you severely reprimanded for your incompetence involving the incident at Naboo? Yularen kept his voice flat. Nobody liked Stormtroopers shifting around behind them, though at that range they were more likely to hit the Supreme Commander than him. "Had it been an artillery piece or a ship to ship battle, General, I would agree. However, by the simple laws of physics, any barrage launched from space will hit the ground long before a correction can be made to the system. A fault was made, there was little that could be done once a full barrage was discharged."The Central Commander worked hard to keep his face impassive. Only a fool wouldn't feel the faint fluttering of panic, but then again, only a fool would allow panic to be in control. "Needless to say, I did not order the use of a chemical weapon - that responsibility ultimately lies with the officer commanding on the ground, a man holding a rank equal to my own.
The loss of the Brigand was an irritation, but hardly devastating. There are no treaties governing the usage of chemical weapons, and they have been used since the days of the Old Republic - often by the Old Republic."Yularen was betting with his own life for a change, and it was exhilarating. "There are a number of reasons, Sir. First and foremost, I am the best intelligence officer you have, and in my head and reforms lies extensions and plans to forward the cause of the First Order, to serve you. Certainly mistakes were made, but there have ever been mistakes in battle, Supreme Commander, and Naboo is far from the worst of them.
After all, it brought to us a fair amount of solid information. Firstly, the Naboo N-1 Starfighter has been upgraded heavily enough to easily go toe to toe with our own Fighters. The Fighters are cheap and reliable, offering an excellent source for a medium fighter to the Galactic Alliance.
Secondly, the Warlord Darth Venator has been recovered, and he is more than ready to join our cause as the High Inquisitor, providing us with a deadly warrior and general to aid in our destruction of the enemy.
And finally, we've discovered the makeup and composition of three Galactic Alliance fleets. Hardly a disaster or incompetence, just not quite.... orthodox. " |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 6, 2017 16:27:30 GMT -8
Yularen kept his voice flat. Nobody liked Stormtroopers shifting around behind them, though at that range they were more likely to hit the Supreme Commander than him. "Had it been an artillery piece or a ship to ship battle, General, I would agree. However, by the simple laws of physics, any barrage launched from space will hit the ground long before a correction can be made to the system. A fault was made, there was little that could be done once a full barrage was discharged."The Central Commander worked hard to keep his face impassive. Only a fool wouldn't feel the faint fluttering of panic, but then again, only a fool would allow panic to be in control. "Needless to say, I did not order the use of a chemical weapon - that responsibility ultimately lies with the officer commanding on the ground, a man holding a rank equal to my own.
The loss of the Brigand was an irritation, but hardly devastating. There are no treaties governing the usage of chemical weapons, and they have been used since the days of the Old Republic - often by the Old Republic."Yularen was betting with his own life for a change, and it was exhilarating. "There are a number of reasons, Sir. First and foremost, I am the best intelligence officer you have, and in my head and reforms lies extensions and plans to forward the cause of the First Order, to serve you. Certainly mistakes were made, but there have ever been mistakes in battle, Supreme Commander, and Naboo is far from the worst of them.
After all, it brought to us a fair amount of solid information. Firstly, the Naboo N-1 Starfighter has been upgraded heavily enough to easily go toe to toe with our own Fighters. The Fighters are cheap and reliable, offering an excellent source for a medium fighter to the Galactic Alliance.
Secondly, the Warlord Darth Venator has been recovered, and he is more than ready to join our cause as the High Inquisitor, providing us with a deadly warrior and general to aid in our destruction of the enemy.
And finally, we've discovered the makeup and composition of three Galactic Alliance fleets. Hardly a disaster or incompetence, just not quite.... orthodox. "Xakire pulled tightly down on his uniform, adjusting it as he stood up straighter. "Admiral Krennel Gulch is the commander of the fleet I encountered, and my sources belive most of the ships occupying the aforementioned planets are his as they are apparently emblazoned with an insignia resembling a Harch's head. Short of this, I know little of their leaderships, though it appears Admiral Gulch must have an important role."Perhaps if Xakire could make himself useful here, he would gain Nicademus' trust and perhaps more responsibility within the First Order and its mission. Revealing these findings was largely to prove his use. "Perhaps I could be of service to Intelligence on this matter? I seem to have a better idea of things going on than they do and it does still seem that Intelligence could use assitance in some areas while it undergoes its....reforms..." He looked on as the Supreme Commander dismissed the map.Sir, I always ensure my troopers are loyal to you, The First Order, and myself; in that order. Much like you, Sir, I also get to know my men. They are good. Maybe even the best, if I may be so bold. Seth was not lying, his men were good. The Lieutenant hoped that he and his men would get the privilege of serving closer to the Supreme Commander, who most of them were nearly fanatically loyal to. |
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Post by Xakire on Dec 6, 2017 16:53:10 GMT -8
Imperial Intelligence always welcomes skilled personnel, Lord Xakire.With the execution of Central Commander Yularen, there was now a void in the leadership of Imperial Intelligence. A void that was only temporarily filled by the placement of a veteran officer within its ranks to oversee activities and missions. The Supreme Commander had considered the elevation of a couple persons, such as First Commissar Azria Delvardus or Commander Merrik Piett.If I were to enlist you, I am guessing you will try to find more information on this CIS for the First Order? |
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Post by Seth Gentry on Dec 6, 2017 21:46:43 GMT -8
That is all I ever ask for, Lieutenant. Loyalty and obedience, a philosophy for the new age of Imperialism we seek to promote in this galaxy. The First Order will rule firmly, enforced by its strong military, but we also seek to rule by those two principles. Not by the Tarkin Doctrine of fear and destruction.Nicademus could see now that Seth Gentry and his men had a great zeal for the New Order, for the First Order, and for himself. Propaganda went a long ways, but the true weapon of this nation was the charisma of the Supreme Commander. He incited a revolution in the fabric of Imperial society, bringing forth a rejuvenation to its veins, not seen since the Fel Empire.Your company sounds worthy of its reputation. Soldiers, such as yourself, deserve the greatest recognition, Lieutenant. Loyalty breeds obedience and obedience breeds a stronger form of order and law. Is that not true? Order and law are the bed rock from which the greatest civilizations are born, Sir. And thank you, Sir, hearing those words from you is the only recognition I need. If the Supreme Commander was looking closely he may be able to see a tear in the eye of the lieutenant, as if a life long goal had been achieved. After a moment it seemed like he wished to say something but caught himself, before speaking again, somewhat hesitantly.Permission to speak freely, Sir? |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2017 13:07:28 GMT -8
The drab gray, the harsh lights, the omnipresent durasteel grating, the stark white of stormtrooper armor - the Imperial aesthetic reminded him of home, of Arkania, of cold ice, stone and steel cities, and similarly harsh lights. His boots clicked on the ground, his pace steady, his gait fluid. Black Imperial Officer's boots, black pants, a gray long sleeved and double-breasted tunic paired with black thin-skin leather gloves; as always, he dressed professionally. Though here at the heart of the First Order, it would no doubt look like any other uniform. The uniform contrasted with white hair and silver irises - as he walked, stormtroopers and officers glanced at him, the alien, as he walked down the long corridor. Old prejudices died hard, and though this First order claimed to be a rebirth of the Old Imperial Order, they seemed doomed to repeat certain mistakes. Then again, they had certainly achieved more than their late cousin; they had seized Arkania, despite the immeasurable influence, wealth, and scientific might the planet held. The humans bred like rabbits, fornicating at an astounding rate...perhaps it was simply a matter of time before even mighty Arkania was overrun by the primate's brood. Or perhaps it was typical Arkanian arrogance to think that their icy home could never fall to such a primitive species.
It didn't matter. Either way, it didn't effect the task at hand.
Xandin came to a stop in front of the offices, the pair of guards stationed there indicating for him to halt. Wordlessly, he held up the black cloth sack in his left hand - both troopers eyeing it suspiciously. With his right hand, he held out his datacard and code cylinder. Wordlessly, the troopers rummaged through the sack, and verified the alien's credentials. Once satisfied that the sack - despite its bizarre contents - was not dangerous (using a chemical and standard sensor scanner), the trooper handed it back to Xandin, before handing the cylinder and datacard back to him. The troopers saluting, Xandin gave an Arkanian salute back in response before passing between them - entering the office to stand respectfully just inside the doorway.
The office was impressive...most impressive. Large and metallic, it was dark - in keeping with Imperial aesthetic - yet immense in size, a state of the art high-definition holoprojector displaying images of space, planets, and the capital city of Harnaidan. A small gathering area housed a desk behind which the Supreme Commander sat, speaking to several peons. The design of the room told Xandin much of what he needed to know about the man. The large size symbolizing the vast aspirations of the Commander, while the high fidelity projectors signified that which would one day be within his reach; an assurance to himself, and a promise and reminder to his underlings. The dark metal conveyed protection; further driven home by the contingent of guards. Interesting. From what he could see, the offices split into different areas...personal rooms? The marriage of work and personal space was an interesting one - speaking of absolute devotion to duty assuredly, but also of seclusion and isolation. Interesting. Very, very interesting.
Patiently, Xandin waited to be called on. Continuing to watch, continuing to learn; ever listening, ever calculating.
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Post by "Saren" (Terros Ren) on Dec 9, 2017 20:33:53 GMT -8
It had taken years for Saren to learn patience. Being younger, and having tutelage under a Jedi, he didn't take well to following orders and waiting for opportunities. However, after his formal training in the Dark Side by his now late mentor, he had matured. As a Jedi hunter,
he knew that charging head-first towards a Jedi foe was foolish and reckless. He needed to wait until they were weak, until they started to have doubts in their security in the Force, which came surprisingly often for some. He knew that he needed to wait for the right time to strike.
Such it was that, when Saren was finally escorted to the office of the Supreme Commander of the First Order, flanked by eight stormtroopers, four on each side,
he found that the Supreme Commander was already engaged in important discussions with other high-ranking assets and agents of his organization. Saren would have to wait his turn. Surely, the Supreme Commander was a busy man. The Galactic Alliance and the Jedi had tried to push back against the First Order all across the galaxy. It would take a steel-willed man to meet the enemy on all fronts with the same amount of tenacity, and maintain the First Order's superior order of peace and civility. Saren could sense that Delvardus was such a man. He could respect that. He could wait. In spite of the fact that what he had to tell Delvardus was far more important than anything his subordinates were discussing...he could wait.
Saren, who wasn't very tall, was still a menacing figure with his cybernetic eye, jaw-guard and black armorweave suit. He stood calmly, his arms behind his back, and waited for further instructions from the Supreme Commander's guards. He could sense that Delvardus truly did know he was just outside, patiently waiting his turn, and he was speeding things along. It wouldn't be long now.
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Post by Darth Venator(Clone) on Dec 10, 2017 6:48:15 GMT -8
Venator was at last where he wanted to be. Among the true power of the First order he had learned much, talking with Yularen's subordinates on Kuat and on the way here. Alas the commander had been called away. But now he too had been summoned to the office of the Supreme Commander. He approached the door and waited as it slid open to reveal an exhilarating scene the foolish leader of the attack at Naboo was to be executed. Lovely thought Venator. The man was useless in battle and Venator held no qualms killing innocents but from what he understood he had risked a temporary truce with the Galactic Alliance. Venator was the tallest in the room, larger then all of them. His silver armor gleamed in some places and was black as night in others, he removed his helm, which had slots for his horns, which rested on his head like a crown. He bowed to Nicodemus, and smiled a fanged grin. "Greetings." He said wanly looking around the room, some where beacons of the force others where merely alive.
"I am Lord Venator, Dark Lord of the Sith, and I place myself at your disposal." He said aristocratically, his voice surprisingly soft despite his obvious size and musclebound appearance, he straightened his back and tucked his helmet under his arm. "Yularen found me on Naboo, I let myself be captured, and now, now I am here per your request Supreme Commander." He said eyeing each person in turn, wondering who was who, and who had the power only Nicodemus stood out flanked by knights holding light sabers. |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 10, 2017 19:50:12 GMT -8
Central Commander, you are to be immediately executed for your incompetence, your blatant attempts to deceive your superior officers and for the unauthorized usage of chemical warfare upon the world of Naboo. For these actions, you are denied any possibility of a military tribunal and shall be executed in accordance of my authority as Supreme Commander of the First order. ============================== "If the Supreme Commander wills it, it will be done."Xakire was pleased that the Supreme Commander seemed to welcome his offer of help. He just hoped that his service would be useful. "With the war coming to a close, it is essential that we do not get lazy. We must watch, and if nessasary eliminate all current and potential future threats. Should you enlist me, I will make that my top priority." ============================== Order and law are the bed rock from which the greatest civilizations are born, Sir. And thank you, Sir, hearing those words from you is the only recognition I need. If the Supreme Commander was looking closely he may be able to see a tear in the eye of the lieutenant, as if a life long goal had been achieved. After a moment it seemed like he wished to say something but caught himself, before speaking again, somewhat hesitantly.Permission to speak freely, Sir? ============================== The drab gray, the harsh lights, the omnipresent durasteel grating, the stark white of stormtrooper armor - the Imperial aesthetic reminded him of home, of Arkania, of cold ice, stone and steel cities, and similarly harsh lights. His boots clicked on the ground, his pace steady, his gait fluid. Black Imperial Officer's boots, black pants, a gray long sleeved and double-breasted tunic paired with black thin-skin leather gloves; as always, he dressed professionally. Though here at the heart of the First Order, it would no doubt look like any other uniform. The uniform contrasted with white hair and silver irises - as he walked, stormtroopers and officers glanced at him, the alien, as he walked down the long corridor. Old prejudices died hard, and though this First order claimed to be a rebirth of the Old Imperial Order, they seemed doomed to repeat certain mistakes. Then again, they had certainly achieved more than their late cousin; they had seized Arkania, despite the immeasurable influence, wealth, and scientific might the planet held. The humans bred like rabbits, fornicating at an astounding rate...perhaps it was simply a matter of time before even mighty Arkania was overrun by the primate's brood. Or perhaps it was typical Arkanian arrogance to think that their icy home could never fall to such a primitive species.It didn't matter. Either way, it didn't effect the task at hand.Xandin came to a stop in front of the offices, the pair of guards stationed there indicating for him to halt. Wordlessly, he held up the black cloth sack in his left hand - both troopers eyeing it suspiciously. With his right hand, he held out his datacard and code cylinder. Wordlessly, the troopers rummaged through the sack, and verified the alien's credentials. Once satisfied that the sack - despite its bizarre contents - was not dangerous (using a chemical and standard sensor scanner), the trooper handed it back to Xandin, before handing the cylinder and datacard back to him. The troopers saluting, Xandin gave an Arkanian salute back in response before passing between them - entering the office to stand respectfully just inside the doorway.The office was impressive...most impressive. Large and metallic, it was dark - in keeping with Imperial aesthetic - yet immense in size, a state of the art high-definition holoprojector displaying images of space, planets, and the capital city of Harnaidan. A small gathering area housed a desk behind which the Supreme Commander sat, speaking to several peons. The design of the room told Xandin much of what he needed to know about the man. The large size symbolizing the vast aspirations of the Commander, while the high fidelity projectors signified that which would one day be within his reach; an assurance to himself, and a promise and reminder to his underlings. The dark metal conveyed protection; further driven home by the contingent of guards. Interesting. From what he could see, the offices split into different areas...personal rooms? The marriage of work and personal space was an interesting one - speaking of absolute devotion to duty assuredly, but also of seclusion and isolation. Interesting. Very, very interesting.Patiently, Xandin waited to be called on. Continuing to watch, continuing to learn; ever listening, ever calculating.
His gloved hand raised slightly, gesturing for Xandin to come forth.Dr. Xandin Keth, I presume? Surprised to see an Arkanian before me... is there something I can do for you, Doctor?There was not a hint of disdain, rather more curiosity since this was the first Arkanian to come before him since the subjugation of the planet during the recent Coreward campaigns. Nicademus doubted they were happy, but their cloning facilities were worth a pretty penny in research.============================== It had taken years for Saren to learn patience. Being younger, and having tutelage under a Jedi, he didn't take well to following orders and waiting for opportunities. However, after his formal training in the Dark Side by his now late mentor, he had matured. As a Jedi hunter, he knew that charging head-first towards a Jedi foe was foolish and reckless. He needed to wait until they were weak, until they started to have doubts in their security in the Force, which came surprisingly often for some. He knew that he needed to wait for the right time to strike.
Such it was that, when Saren was finally escorted to the office of the Supreme Commander of the First Order, flanked by eight stormtroopers, four on each side, he found that the Supreme Commander was already engaged in important discussions with other high-ranking assets and agents of his organization. Saren would have to wait his turn. Surely, the Supreme Commander was a busy man. The Galactic Alliance and the Jedi had tried to push back against the First Order all across the galaxy. It would take a steel-willed man to meet the enemy on all fronts with the same amount of tenacity, and maintain the First Order's superior order of peace and civility. Saren could sense that Delvardus was such a man. He could respect that. He could wait. In spite of the fact that what he had to tell Delvardus was far more important than anything his subordinates were discussing...he could wait.
Saren, who wasn't very tall, was still a menacing figure with his cybernetic eye, jaw-guard and black armorweave suit. He stood calmly, his arms behind his back, and waited for further instructions from the Supreme Commander's guards. He could sense that Delvardus truly did know he was just outside, patiently waiting his turn, and he was speeding things along. It wouldn't be long now. ============================== Venator was at last where he wanted to be. Among the true power of the First order he had learned much, talking with Yularen's subordinates on Kuat and on the way here. Alas the commander had been called away. But now he too had been summoned to the office of the Supreme Commander. He approached the door and waited as it slid open to reveal an exhilarating scene the foolish leader of the attack at Naboo was to be executed. Lovely thought Venator. The man was useless in battle and Venator held no qualms killing innocents but from what he understood he had risked a temporary truce with the Galactic Alliance. Venator was the tallest in the room, larger then all of them. His silver armor gleamed in some places and was black as night in others, he removed his helm, which had slots for his horns, which rested on his head like a crown. He bowed to Nicodemus, and smiled a fanged grin. "Greetings." He said wanly looking around the room, some where beacons of the force others where merely alive.
"I am Lord Venator, Dark Lord of the Sith, and I place myself at your disposal." He said aristocratically, his voice surprisingly soft despite his obvious size and musclebound appearance, he straightened his back and tucked his helmet under his arm. "Yularen found me on Naboo, I let myself be captured, and now, now I am here per your request Supreme Commander." He said eyeing each person in turn, wondering who was who, and who had the power only Nicodemus stood out flanked by knights holding light sabers. |
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