Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 27, 2016 12:41:20 GMT -8
- Principle Authors: Viox Savage , Xander Savage , @valliussavage , Darth Wraak , Nathan Caldwell [Retired] , Jerrak Vao , Cain Dracus , Larissa Novax , Johnathan Castle [Retired] , Rianon Kardama
- Who else can post on this thread: Only the above characters, unless otherwise stated.
- I want to receive critical responses: If you really want to
- Standard Universe Rules: No
- Location: Varies due to the context of the story
- Timeframe: Alternate
The Fall: Beginning of the EndFor the last ten years, Supreme Overlord Xander Savage has been leading a war machine against the New Republic Alliance. A war to annihilate the Jedi and warring Sith faction. A war to conquer the known galaxy. Fourteen years ago, Xander Savage arrived on Rhommamool. He aided the Tyrian Triumvirate against the final crisis that afflicted them before making his bold move and invading them. Eliminating key members of both the military and government, Xander coerced and manipulated his son, Viox Savage, into bending a knee to his cause. Knowing exactly how and where to apply pressure on his son, Viox begrudgingly pledged his allegiance to his father, becoming the heir to his Empire and sealing the fate of the Tyrian Triumvirate. As Xander triumphed against his foe, he began building and expanding. First the Expansion Region, then the rest of the galaxy. Spreading like a cancer, Xander's Empire spanned from Anoth to Bastion, covering much of the galaxy in between. As the New Republic Alliance faltered in its resolve, the Imperial Sovereign House of Savage moved relatively unopposed for a time. At least until his son and heir, Viox Savage, plagued with guilt and riddled with despair at his actions over the past fourteen years, decided it was time to liberate the galaxy from his father's regime....**The events of the Journal of the Whills entry will cover a wide variety of events leading up to the events of the Journal of the Whills entry: Aftermath.** **This is a revised version from the original entry: Fall of the Imperial Sovereign House of Savage to ensure continuity and establishing a proper timeline. This revised version will also continue the original story to completion.**
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 27, 2016 12:44:11 GMT -8
After two decades of self loathing, hatred and tyranny, the end has come. After the Fall of the Tyrian Triumvirate's prosperous reign, any other faction to come to power was doomed to fall, as it seems to be the very nature of the planet itself. While the Rise of the Imperial Sovereign House of Savage was brutally efficient, many of the critical elements required to sustain and allow it to prosper had been irrevocably damaged. One such key element that had been damaged was the unification between three Sith Lords. With the betrayal of one, it tainted any chances of future success. Another key element was that instead of three Sith Lords striving together to better an entire planet as a whole, one imperialistic tyrant rose to power for himself, claiming to have created an Empire that rivaled Palpatine's. And so, the birth of his radical movement also marked the violent and bloody death of it. The Beginning of the End...
Viox Savage, Zabrak Sith Lord, Former Wings of the Tyrian Triumvirate, and current heir to his father's empire, paced the halls of his Sanctuary. It was his single, hidden place of refuge, out of sight and out of mind from his father's tyrannical regime and ever watchful eye. It was a place where he could find some measure of solace and peace from the daily workings of the world above. Though not surprising for a Sith Lord, peace had been somewhat elusive over the last twenty or better years. With the birth and raising of his son in secret aboard his flagship, that in and of itself should have pacified his unease, but it didn't. After Kalen's defeat, Xander spent four years consolidating his power on Rhommamool and expanding his influence towards old alliances between the Triumvirate and its old allies. After the four years had passed, that's when Xander really began to expand his power, proclaiming himself as Supreme Overlord of his fledgling Empire. That was coming up on twenty years ago now. Knowing that he would need to keep his son a secret, he and his lover, Larissa Novax, had raised young Vallius as best as they could while maintaining secrecy. They trained the boy in the ways of the Force and Viox himself had drilled the boy from an early age to be a warrior. He was also taught how to survive. When Vallius was exiled from Rhommamool, he would have rivaled any of Viox's former apprentices in terms of lightsaber combat, with the exception of maybe Amaris Jade. Vallius had been exiled at the age of 14. It was now coming up on the seven year mark of his exile. Even with the thought of that, Savage hated himself just a little bit more. Too long had he sat idly by while his father held the reigns and called the shots. Too long had he been desensitized to the needs of his family. Something had to be done, but with a good majority of his father's spies keeping tabs on him he wasn't the one do instigate something, lest he wanted to feel the full wrath of an empire come down upon him and all he held close. Savage made his way into the Briefing Room, adjacent to the Sanctuary's War Room, rather absent-mindedly. He was distracted with all the thoughts about his son, father and his betrayal of Kalen. It still ate at him to this day. As Savage entered the room, only a small handful of people were there. The select, trusted few that still remained 100% loyal to Savage himself. Savage moved to the head of the table, not making eye contact with anyone. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table and hanging his hooded head with a sigh.
"The time has come for a revolution. Too long have I sidelined myself and been inactive while my father reigns with an iron fist. It was a mistake to allow my father the chance to come to power, and an even bigger mistake to let him keep the power he doesn't deserve. I am solely responsible for those mistakes, but now the time had come for me to right the wrongs and try to make amends. If we are to revolt, it will take time, careful planning and a staggering amount of resources. And we will need a leader. Someone who is strong and unflinching in the face of daunting odds...."
Savage took a moment and trailed off, not completely certain of if he wanted to say what he wanted to say next. This pause was enough for Fleet Admiral Scarlet Bennette, one of Savage's strongest and most loyal of soldiers, to speak up. Her aging features furrowed slightly as she frowned.
"You would be the most logical choice, sir. If you've got a plan, we'll follow you til the end."
She had said that with such conviction that Savage almost hesitated before he reacted. Almost. His head rose and he locked eyes with the Admiral. His eyes ablaze with fury.
"I am NOT a leader, not anymore. I shed that title in a single, cowardly act of betrayal long ago. I am no longer capable of leading such a radical movement. And even if I was, I couldn't. Not with the Supreme Overlord's all-seeing eyes watching me. But I do know of one who is capable of doing so....one who will do so for the right reasons. And only one man knows where our future leader walks. Find Venom Starkiller. He will lead you to the one who will lead this revolution..."
With that, Savage straightened himself and walked out of the room, leaving the group to sort out their new assignment. Savage, however, returned to his quarters. In his room, on a glowing pedestal, the ghostly image of the well aged A.I, Rampant Savage sat, waiting for his new master. Savage lowered his hood and spoke to the avatar.
"The order has been given. The hunt for Venom Starkiller has begun. Once he has been located, we will be one step closer to finding our revolutionary leader."
"Excellent. I do hope he can be found with relative ease."
"As do I. Does my father, or your new counterpart suspect anything?"
"No. As I have stated, Warden was created off of my template with essentially nothing changed, therefore he would not detect me within any of their systems, especially considering I was supposed to be deactivated. As for your father, he has been preoccupied with the Supreme Senate and the new expansion phase of the Empire. He has no reason to suspect an uprising or revolt."
"Good. Keep it that way. Inform me if anything changes. And as for the reasons behind why my fleet is leaving Imperial-controlled space, schedule in a training exercise over one of the colonies. This way, the fleet has a legitimate reason to be leaving. Other than that, I am retiring for the evening. I am not to be disturbed unless it is of the utmost importance."
"As you wish, sir. It will all be taken care of accordingly."
With that taken care of, Savage raises his hood, turns about and leaves the room. He has but one destination in mind. His apartment in Residential Tower 082 of Novax Field.
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Post by Darth Wraak on Oct 27, 2016 13:12:54 GMT -8
Raxus Prime, High Orbit. Wayfarer-Class Medium Transport Serenity.
The Wayfarer-Class Medium Transport, Serenity hung in high orbit over the junkyard world of Raxus Prime. A much younger and less darkly aligned Venom Starkiller sat in the cockpit along side the pilot, Alan 'Wash' Washburn. His wife and First Mate to the Captain, Zoe was also present, along with the middle aged Corellian that was the renowned Natha Reynolds. Starkiller was puffing on a Sweet William Cigar, much to the Captain's disdain, frowning. Noticing his frown, Wash made a comment.
"Awe, what's the matter, Starkiller? Cigar tasting right? You keep on lookin' like that and your face might just stay that way. Though I think if it did, it would be an improvement..."He chuckled.
"Ah, stick it where the sun don't shine, Wash. It's not like your face is any prettier..."
Wash, not missing a beat, retorted.
"If I could make you prettier, I would."He chuckled again. This time Zoe stifled a small laugh while Reynolds did his best to hide a smirk.
Deciding to change the direction of the current conversation, Venom spoke to Nathan.
"Boss, what are we doing all the way out here? Vao's sources hadn't confirmed this job yet. 'sides, there were plenty of other easy pickings out there. It don't make a lick of sense."
Still puffing on his cigar, he glanced back at the Captain, waiting for his response.
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on Oct 27, 2016 13:49:17 GMT -8
It had been some time since Nathan and his crew had a decent paying job. And even if Vao's sources were wrong, Raxus Prime was a junkyard world. Surely there was something of value here to someone. Though, since Vao had stepped down from his various other career choices and became the proprietor of the Smuggler's Saloon on Ord Mantell, he sources were very rarely wrong. Besides, Imperial Foodstuffs were a hot commodity on the market right now. Especially on Trian. They were currently engaged in a civil war with the Imperials. While the King and Queen publicly stood against such a thing, a few in the underworld knew that they in fact did support their Ranger revolting against the Empire. Trian was a money pit for him right now. Having an amicable relationship with the King and Queen through Jerrak Vao's connections gave Nathan a constant source of income, provided he could acquire supplies that they needed. And with the Empire expanding the way it was, it was getting harder and harder to find places the dealt with the kind of supplies he needed, legitimate or otherwise. As he kept scanning out the main viewport, he smirked as Wash made a well placed dig against Starkiller. Rapidly changing the subject, Venom asked him what they were doing out there. Reynolds cleared his throat and replied.
"This is exactly the reason why I'm in charge. You gotta ask, then you weren't payin' attention. Wash, deploy the Cry-Baby and move us to the coordinates Vao provided."
From the pilot's seat, Wash nodded as he flicked several switches.
"Deploying the Cry-Baby."
The Cry-Baby was a simple, yet genius creation. It was usually a large piece of unusable salvage with a remote activated transmitter strapped to it. The transmitter, in turn, held a distress call from a much larger vessel. Usually a military class, since the Empire was rather predictable when it came to rescuing their own. Having it deployed here meant Nathan was expecting trouble. Which he usually was. Trouble seemed to follow him on a regular basis. As the ship moved closer to the designated coordinates, a Mark I Bulk Transport bearing the Imperial crest of the Imperial Sovereign House of Savage, could be seen floating aimlessly, slowly being pulled down by the planet's gravity. Nathan smiled.
"There she is. Right where Vao said she'd be. Wash, get us close. Zoe, Starkiller, go get prepped. We've got us some petty crime to be done."
"I'll get you close enough to ring the doorbell."He said with a grin.
As Starkiller and Zoe left, Nathan was left grinning broadly. One of the few times he enjoyed being right. Of course, if this transport had the cargo Vao had mentioned on it, the Empire would definitely come looking, so he was trying to pull this off before the Imps started nosing about. as the ship moved closer to the lifeless Transport, Nathan took one last look out the main viewport and then made his way to the cargo bay to get suited up for a jaunt over to the Imperial Transport.
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Post by Darth Wraak on Oct 27, 2016 15:18:18 GMT -8
Raxus Prime. High Orbit. Serenity docked with Imperial Mark I Bulk Transport.
Venom stood in the common room, dressed in his zero-g enviro suit. Zoe and Nate walked in, checking over each others suits. Venom rolled his eyes and called Wash.
"Wash, we're good to go. Ask Serenity to knock for us, would ya?"
Venom followed by Zoe and Nate walked to the loading ramp. As the airlock hissed shut behind them, the umbilical light winked green, indicating they were clear to board the Imperial transport. Venom, wielding his T-6 Thunderer pistol, pushed is way on to the ship. Scanning his surroundings are he move, he made sure there were no Imperials or other unwanted surprises left behind. As Zoe and Reynolds formed up behind him, Venom keyed his suit's comm and spoke to Nate.
So, looks clear. What are we looking for? Anything specific?"
Still keeping his sidearm raised, eyes directed forward, Venom waited patiently for the Captain's response. Despite the goofing around earlier, now was not the time to let that affect his job. He got paid to be the guy first through the door. He was also in charge of keeping Serenity's crew safe as well as defending them when the need arose. He was good at his job. Very good. He wasn't about to screw that up now by being sloppy.
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on Oct 27, 2016 15:42:43 GMT -8
Raxus Prime. High Orbit. Imperial Mark I Bulk Transport.
Nathan followed Venom through the airlock onto the Imperial Transport. Knowing the layout of a Mark I fairly well, Nathan knew they weren't very big, at least in the way of a crew. As Venom asked what they were looking for, Nathan replied, issuing order to both Venom and Zoe.
"Anything with the Imperial Department of Agriculture stamped on it. This transport hasn't been here long, otherwise the Imps would've recovered it already. Zoe, head to the galley. Any foodstuffs meant for the crew, gather it up. Starkiller, head to Engineering on the lower deck. Anything you think Castle would be happy with, grab it. I'll head for the cargo bay and let you know when I find what I'm looking for. You see anything else of value, use your discretion. Quick and easy."
Nathan glanced at both Zoe and Venom. They both nodded and headed off towards their assigned locations. Instead of heading to the cargo bay right away, he made his way to the cockpit. The ship's logs would give him a better idea on how soon an Imperial rescue crew would come searching for their lost transport. As he perused the logs, he noticed that this Transport was supposed to reach it's destination nearly a week ago. Which meant the Imps weren't far behind them. He swore under his breath. They needed to move, and fast. The standard Imperial protocol on missing ships that didn't report was two days max. This ship was five days behind schedule. If she was still on the correct course, the Imps would be nearing her current location withing the next few hours. Nathan holstered his pistol and sprinted down the corridor towards the cargo bay. Rapidly scanning through the cargo manifests as he walked around the bay, he located the seven crates of foodstuffs. While it was unfortunate that someone somewhere was going to go hungry, Nathan knew his cause was worthier. He called to Venom and Zoe.
Finish up what you are doing and get to the cargo bay...-
Before he could finish speaking, Wash cut through from the ship.
Captain, we've got an Imperial cruiser on our long range sensors. Just dropped out of hyperspace.
Thinking quickly, Nathan barked back at Wash.
Shut us down. Everything but the air.
He then spoke to Zoe and Starkiller.
Drop what you are doing and get to the cargo bay. Now!
Within minutes, Zoe and Venom appeared. Their satchels were brimming with stolen food and parts from the ship. Despite the small victory, Nathan's face was grim.
Venom. Help me with these crates. Zoe, take his satchel and get back to the ship.
Zoe relieved Venom of his satchel and took off for Serenity. Nathan grunted as he and Venom loaded the seven crates onto a hover cart. Once they were secure, the duo moved as quickly as they could back to the ship. As they entered the ship, Nathan hollered to Wash.
Wash! We're on. Get us moving!"
Nathan stripped off his helmet and looked at Zoe and Venom.
"Get this stuff put away."
As Venom was about to protest, Nathan shot him a sharp look, silencing him. Nathan took off to the bridge, hoping they would get away before the Imperial cruiser spotted them and managed to hold them. Hopefully luck would be on their side for the moment.
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 27, 2016 16:28:52 GMT -8
Raxus Prime. High Orbit. Victory II-Class Star Destroyer: Mistress of the Night.
The Mistress of the Night decelerated from hyperspace above the dark side of Raxus Prime. The junkyard world was of little significance to the Empire, at least it was until today. Fleet Admiral Bennette had been tasked with searching for Venom Starkiller, Viox Savage's former apprentice. Fourteen years ago, he escaped Rhommamool, seemingly without a trace. Since then, unconfirmed reports had filtered through Imperial Intelligence of sighting of the Zabrak. The most recent report, which was already a few months old, stated that he was last seen on Ord Mantell, shipping out with a smuggling vessel. Normally that wasn't a concern, but with the disappearance of the Renegade, a Mark I Bulk Transport carrying foodstuffs and other equipment for an Imperial colony, it prompted Scarlet to both investigate the disappearance as well as convince her superiors that it might be a useful way to apprehend this smuggling crew. As the ship glided into the planet's orbit, she issued orders.
"Initiate sensor sweeps of the area. I want to know what's out there. And see if you can't locate the Renegade. We are to recover her supplies and return them to their proper destination."
The bridge became a bustling hive of activity as her orders were carried out. Normally above such menial tasks, Scarlet was only out this far for on reason and one reason only. To locate Venom Starkiller. The odds of her actually finding him all the way out here were one in a couple thousand. Smuggling crews had begun popping up in abundance lately. To prey on lost Imperial transports or those displaced by the Suprem Overlord's war. To her, the reason was of no concern. But her instincts were telling her that she was in the right place. Whether or not she would find her target would remain to be seen. As she began to review the sensor data handed to her, the Tactical Officer spoke up.
"Ma'am. We've picked up the remains of the Renegade a few hundred clicks over on the light side of the planet."
Knowing this was the opportunity she sought, she issued orders.
"Excellent. Get us over there. And prep the alert fighters, just in case."
She wasn't taking any chances. The alert fighters were more then adequate enough to apprehend a smuggling ship. Besides, bearing down on a smaller transport with a fully armed Star Destroyer was enough to give any smuggler, aside from the most seasoned, a moments pause. And with the Supreme Overlord ruling as he did, there wasn't many out there that wanted to be caught on the wrong side of the Empire. Even the New Republic Alliance had begun to back off and second guess the war effort. Which was saying something. Backed by the Jedi Order, the New Republic Alliance generally didn't back down from a fight. Though there were many survivors from various campaigns across the galaxy that had bore witness to the effective brutality of the Empire. And that was enough to shake the New Republic Alliance to its very foundations. As she continued to think about her next course of action, the Tactical Officer reported in once more.
"Ma'am. We've got the Renegade on our scope. It appears as though there is a small transport docked with it. Orders?"
Bennette sighed with relief. So far it was a successful gamble.
"Pulling an illegal salvage operation, no doubt. Hail them and launch the alert fighters. Bring them in."
The bridge continued to bustle as the Fleet Admiral's orders were carried out. As the Mistress began bearing down on the derelict transport and the smuggling vessel, the alert fighters were launched. Though the cruiser itself wasn't prepared to engage, the TIE Interceptors certainly were. And they were racing towards the Renegade and her unsuspecting companions...
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on Oct 27, 2016 17:25:19 GMT -8
Raxus Prime. Serenity.
Nate arrived on the bridge just as an alarm bleeped from the console. Wash swore loudly.
"Tamade! We're humped! We've been spotted! Imperial fighters heading straight for us. Imp Star Destroyer not too far off either."
There was very little hesitation from Nathan.
"Get us out of here!"
As Wash continued to work his magic, Nathan spoke to the crew over the intercom.
"Hang on travelers. We're in for a slight case of turbulence..."
And the Serenity powered up fully. Within seconds, she was free from the Bulk Transport. As she began to rapidly peel away, Nathan barked new orders.
"Cry baby cry"
"Make your mother sigh. Activating the Cry-Baby."
As the Serenity sped away from the Imperial transport and pursuing fighters, a few hundred clicks further behind the Imperial Star Destroyer, the Cry-Baby activated...
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 28, 2016 15:21:54 GMT -8
Raxus Prime. Mistress of the Night.
The tactical officer was the first one to speak up since Fleet Admiral Bennette had issued the order to capture the smuggling vessel.
"Ma'am! They are running...-"
And then the Comm Officer abruptly cut in with another update.
"Ma'am. We are receiving a distress call from an Imperial cruiser. She's without power and broadcasting for help on all channels."
Bennette paused and thought for a few moments. No Imperial ship was supposed to be out this far. As far as HIGHCOMM had informed her, she was operating off the books. With the smuggling ship running and the convenient timing of this distress call, she knew she was being played. But protocol dictated her response. And she was willing to bet credits on the fact that the captain of that smuggling vessel knew that as well. She sighed, frustrated.
"Have a squad of the alert fighters continue to pursue the smuggling vessel. They're outfitted with hyperdrives. We'll pick them up on the other side. Have the rest of the alert fighters break off and move to investigate this distress call."
Several acknowledgments rang out as the Mistress began to angle away from the pursuit. As the rest of the TIE Interceptors peeled off from their attack run, six Interceptors continued pursuing the Wayfarer. As the Wayfarer cleared the debris field of the planet, it jumped to hyperspace. The fighters followed. As the Mistress came about, the remaining Interceptors had already searched the area. The Tac Officer spoke up.
"Ma'am, our alert fighters found the source of the distress beacon. It was nothing more than a remote transmitter attached to a sizable piece of salvage..."
Bennette threw her hands up in the air in frustration and disbelief.
"So it was merely a ploy to draw up off. Recall the remaining alert fighters and get us underway. I want to know exactly where our other fighters are going and get there as quickly as possible."
As her orders were carried out, Bennette seated herself on the command chair of the bridge and began to rub her temples. This was frustrating. Not only did this smuggling crew manage to dupe them, they had managed to escape with stolen Imperial cargo and vanish to the Force knew where. It wouldn't happen again. If she ever encountered this smuggling vessel again, they'd regret pulling a fast one on her...
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on Oct 28, 2016 16:46:11 GMT -8
Serenity. Hyperspace Transition.
As the Serenity cleared the debris field around Raxus Prime and jumped to hyperspace, Nathan visibly relaxed. Though he had a hunch that it wasn't the last time he'd seen that particular vessel. But for now, they were free and in the clear. Which suited him just fine. He made his way to the cargo bay as Venom and Zoe finished removing their gear. Nathan proceeded to remove his suit and hang it back up in the locker.
"Well done. Zoe, send word the Keeta Fel that we're on our way with some foodstuffs for her Rangers. Also, contact Vao and let him know the jobs done. Don't go mentioning the Empire though. Keep it simple. Venom, go drop off your satchel in engineering. I'm sure Castle will be happy to relieve you of your find. Once you are done, tell him I'd like to see him in my office."
Zoe nodded slowly, giving Nathan a questioning look. After a moments pause, she disappeared from the cargo bay. Venom nodded and retrieved his satchel, heading to the engineering bay where Castle was most likely waiting. Nathan followed him out of the cargo bay and headed to his office. Once inside, he undid his holster and hung it up by his desk. And then he flopped down in the chair, leaning back with a sigh. As he mulled everything over in his head, he reached down into the bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of Corellian Whiskey. He plucked a crystal glass from the drawer as well and poured himself a few fingers of the drink. It was a time to celebrate, after all. They had successfully managed to pull a job off right beneath the Empire's nose. And making them look all manner of stupid in the process. Whatever the consequences were from this little heist, he would have to deal with it later. But for right now, a win was a win. It mean he was going to get paid. And that was a good feeling. Nathan sipped his drink as he thought about his next move, once they had made the drop.
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Nov 1, 2016 13:02:33 GMT -8
Serenity. Engineering. Hyperspace Transition.
Castle was in the Engineering bay of the ship throughout the entirety of the whole escapade over Raxus Prime. Having just recently joined up with Captain Reynolds and the crew, he was more interested in familiarizing himself with the ship. After all, he had told Reynolds that he could keep her flying. He was tinkering with the sublight engine output. Having watched the power fluctuations as the Serenity made a speedy getaway from whomever it was that had found them, Castle knew what needed to be done to fully optimize sublight output. He had an access panel off and was busily adjusting several setscrews, while watching the estimated projections on a hand held datapad. And then the steely Zabrak came into the bay, hollering for him. Peeking out from behind where he was working, he took note of the Zabrak's satchel.
"I take it we were successful in whatever it was we were doing out here?"
Castle posed the question to the Zabrak as he relieved him of his satchel. Castle hefted the satchel up onto the work bench and dumped it out. Motivators, compression coils, catalyzers, a secondary grav boot and two auxiliary converters spilled out onto the bench. And Castle's face lit up like he was a small boy celebrating Republic Day. He glanced back at the Zabrak, before he began to inspect the components.
"Man, I feel like a kid and it's my birthday! Nothing beats getting new parts. And all of these are in like new condition. Thanks man."
Castle went to work inspecting the parts, while waiting for the Zabrak to either speak or leave.
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Post by Darth Wraak on Nov 1, 2016 13:50:33 GMT -8
Serenity. Engineering Bay. Hyperspace Transition.
Venom, chewing on a cigar stub, watched the eager new mechanic as he began sorting through the satchel of goodies he had managed to take from the Imperial Mark I Bulk Transport. It wasn't much, but he got the feeling that Castle was very appreciative of the new to him items. Plucking the cigar stub out of his mouth, he answered Castle.
"Yeah, we managed alright. Aside from the Imps jumpin' in, it was a milk run. Anyways, enjoy the new toys. Once you are finished up here, the Cap'n would like to see you in his office. Best not keep him waitin' too long..."
Venom smiled as Castle's eyes lit up while he was looking over the parts. It was kind of refreshing to see someone so happy to be here. Mind you, Venom had a feeling that the worst was yet to come. He put the stub back into his mouth and left the bay, heading to his bunk. Once there, he closed the door and flopped down on his bed. With this recent encounter with the Empire, Venom had a feeling that his past was about to suddenly catch up with him. Despite not being a Sith anymore, the Force was swirling madly around him. Whispers of change were just on the horizon. Something big was about to happen soon. Bigger than the Empire's current war with the New Republic Alliance. And he wasn't exactly sure of what it meant for him...
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Nov 1, 2016 22:29:17 GMT -8
Serenity. Engineering. Hyperspace Transition.
While still looking over the parts Venom had recovered, Castle nodded.
"Sure thing. I'll finish up here and go see him."
As Venom left, Castle continued to look over the new parts, ensuring they were in proper order. Once certain they were usable and beneficial to Serenity, Castle put them away in the appropriate bins. He then grabbed a rag to wipe off his hands, stuffed it into his back pocket and headed up to the Captain's office. He paused at the door, pressing the buzzer.
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Nathan Caldwell [Retired]
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This character is retired, though permission has been given to be NPC'ed as needed.
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on Nov 7, 2016 14:10:57 GMT -8
Nathan, still seated at his desk, downed the last bit of his drink. He pressed a button on the underside of his desk, opening the door for Castle.
"C'mon in Castle. Take a seat."
As the recently acquired mechanic walked into the room and sat down, Nathan pulled another glass from his desk drawer, poured a few fingers of whiskey and slid it over to the young man. As Castle accepted the drink, and seated himself in the chair on the other side of the desk. Nathan topped up his drink and set the bottle down. He took a swig, then looked at Castle.
"We are heading to Trian to drop off the goods we just managed to acquire. As you may or may not be aware, Trian is gripped in a Civil War with the Empire. It's a war zone. Which means a whole bundle of opportunities for us. While we are there, I'd like to loan you out to the Trianii Rangers. Basically use your skills to patch them up and keep them in fighting order. I suspect we'll be there for a few days, so that'll give you some time to apply your trade and earn your keep. You've done an outstanding job at keeping my boat in the air so far, so now we'll put your skills to the test."
Nathan took another swig of his drink and waited for Castle to reply.
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
The Organization
Machines got ta talkin'. I got ta listenin'. Ever since then, I've been fixin'.
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Nov 13, 2016 13:12:21 GMT -8
Castle seated himself at the desk as the Captain poured him a drink and slid it over to him. He picked up the glass and smelled the liquid inside. Whiskey. The all to o familiar odor of alcohol greeted his nose. He took a swig and listened to the Captain speak. Upon finishing his suggested plan, Castle nodded.
"Sure thing, Captain. Just tell me what needs to be fixed and I'm pretty sure I can get it working again."
Castle downed his drink as Nathan nodded and motioned for him to leave. Castle set the glass down and wandered out of Nathan's office, heading back to the engineering bay. He still had new parts to clean up and sort through, as well as a list of other minor projects he wanted to see completed.
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Viox Savage
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"You want the same as me. My redemption, eternal ascension. Setting me free."
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Post by Viox Savage on Dec 2, 2016 13:07:28 GMT -8
Rhommamool. Imperial City of Exodus. Southern Sith Temple.
Being disturbed of late, Viox Savage, former Wings of the Tyrian Triumvirate, was more interested in reliving the past than looking to the future. With the wheels set into motion for a rebellion against his father, a lot of the planning at this stage was out of his hands. He was powerless to aid those who would not hesitate to strike against his father's empire. It was frustrating on a multitude of levels. He was never one to feel powerless. Well, that was untrue. He had been powerless to stop Larissa Novax, his long time lover, from being cut down during the Regan Insurrection. He had been powerless to stop his former apprentice, Amaris Jade, from slaying Praxus and Lilandra. And in so doing paved the way for his father to seamlessly step in and take over. It had been a tumultuous time for the Triumvirate. A time the they had never been able to recover from. The Triumvirate was the strongest when the original founding three stood united with the rest of the Sith that had inhabited Rhommamool. When Kalen, Praxus and himself stood united with Lilandra, Amaris, Kruhl and Planius, very little had stood against them and lived to tell about it. And that was the flaw with this new regime his father had created. He was the all powerful one. He didn't really rely on any other Sith aside from himself. It was his greatest weakness, and yet it also proved to be a strength. Viox had done awful things in the name of his father's empire. And as of late, those things were really starting to wear on him. But he was now in a place where he found some solace. He was in the Temple that had been devoted to Praxus and Lilandra. In the main chamber of the temple, there was three sarcophagi. The one of Savage's left contained the remains of Praxus. The one on his right contained the remains of Lilandra, otherwise known as The Deathstalker. And between them was a smaller sarcophagus. Added several months after they had perished. It contained the remains of Praxus and Lilandra's child. Not that there was much, as the child had been miscarried. Savage knew of the events that had transpired on Contruum between Praxus and Lilandra. Albeit months after their deaths, but he was aware of it. Heading up a recovery team, Savage and Amaris had ventured to Contruum and recovered as much as they could of their past, in hopes to preserve it. Honor the memory of their fallen. All that had remained of the child were a few blood stained sheets, a cloak and a few articles of night clothes. A haunting sight, but nevertheless necessary to preserve their past. Savage himself never new the true extent of Lilandra and Praxus' relationship, but he could relate. Sometimes, in this line of duty, a love like that was needed. It proved as an escape from the crushing weight people like himself, Kalen and Praxus had carried.
Savage paused at the foot of the sarcophagi. His eyes wandered over them, taking in the ornate etchings carved into the stone. His eyes then lingered up to the large statues adorning the head of the platform the sarcophagi sat on. It depicted Praxus with his arm wrapped around Lilandra's shoulders while she held their child between them. Again, it wasn't much and it depicted events that had never come to pass, however Savage had thought it would have been fitting. To honor his fallen brother and his friends. Something he was lacking in these current times. Savage stared at Praxus' statue, and then whispered aloud.
"Grant me the strength, brother. Grant me the power to do what must be done. I cannot do this alone...I have never wanted to do this alone..."
A clearing of the throat and an unknown voice sounded out, causing Savage to spin around, eyes frantically searching the shadows of the Temple interior.
"Perhaps I may be of some help?"
Savage's face contorted with anger. He called out to the voice.
"Reveal yourself, of shall rip this place apart in search of you..."
From behind one of the marble pillars, a man puffing on a cigar stepped forward. As he came into the light, Savage recognized him. But the man spoke before he could address him properly.
"No, you won't. Because unlike the creature that is your father, you actually still give a damn...you used to be a man of action, not of idle threats...so spare me the waste of breath. Now, are you willing to hear me out?"
Savage tried to calm himself as best as he could. The man was right. Once he was a man of action. Now he was reduced to this...Savage closed his mouth and flexed his jaw muscles in annoyance. After a moment of silence, Savage spoke once more to the man, addressing him properly.
"Commander Justus Loran...or should I say, former Commander...it would appear as though you have taken a keen interest in my activities as of late. How do you think you can help me? And with what? What do you think I seem to need your help with?"
The aged Bakuran puffed on his cigar for a few moments, eyeing up the Zabrak before him. After a full minute of silence, Loran chuckled to himself.
"You are right, I have taken an interest in your activities as of late. Why? Because after all these years, you've finally taken the first steps to righting the wrongs you committed to get to this point. I served Praxus longer than you knew him. He was a practical man. He would be rolling in his sarcophagus were he to learn exactly how your bastard father came to power...and yes I can help you. For nearly twenty some years, I have tried to hate you for all that has transpired. To hold you accountable for the ultimate demise of our once grand Triumvirate. Years. But I found I could not hate you. Instead, I felt sympathetic towards the situation you were put in. And I knew you would be the one to come around and right the wrongs that have stained this planet and continue to poison the galaxy as a whole. Albeit you've taken your sweet ass time coming to this moment, but I knew you would. I can help you. For years, I have kept our Lord-General's forces at the ready, hidden, in hopes that one day he might return. Enough people have been resurrected on this planet, I figured it was a good chance that Praxus himself might rise. And given his lovely lady's abilities, I'm sure you can understand why I remained hopeful. But it appears as though my hope in the good Lord-General's return is misplaced. But there is still one I can place my hope in. One who remembers the days of old. You. So, will you accept my help?"
Savage folded his arms across his chest and watched the old commander as he spoke. As he finished, Savage sighed. Obviously there was some sort of catch to this offer of help.
"And what does your help cost?"
Loran snuffed out the cigar and his face went serious. He locked eyes with the Zabrak before him.
"You. Gone from here. If I am to commit all that remains of our Lord-General to support your cause, I want you to leave Rhommamool once this is all said and done and never return again. Let the former Tyrians return to their own way of life before any one of you ploughin' Sith ever had dreamed of setting up shop here...."
The man had trailed off, allowing what he had just said sink in as Savage processed it.
The former Navy Commander was asking a lot of him. To leave the only place he had ever called home in recent memory...but perhaps that was exactly what he needed. To get away from the very place his ideals had been perverted by his father. Perhaps he could honor Praxus and Lilandra by taking Larissa somewhere else and start a life free from the clutches of the dark side and the Sith...
After several moments of silence, the Zabrak's yellow eyes meet the former commander's face. Viox said nothing, but merely extended his hand outwards. Loran inclined his head in acknowledgement and in turn gripped the Zabrak's gloved hand. With a firm squeeze and a brief shake, they had reached an agreement. As Savage turned to leave, Loran spoke once more.
"We'll be in touch, Lord Savage. I'll contact you when the time is right..."
And just like that, Loran faded back into the shadows of the temple interior. Savage waited for a few moments, lost in thought. He then resumed his pace, heading to Novax Field. He needed to update Larissa on the situation an inform his War Council of the new development...perhaps this rebellion might actually succeed. With Loran's support, they had a sizable force. Maybe not enough to take the Empire head on, but enough to present a threat large enough to give it pause. Provided Loran kept Praxus' fleet in good standing order, he would certainly keep the Empire's attention focused elsewhere. Which gave Savage the ability to conduct his business with a little more free range. It would certainly aid him, regardless. Now he just needed to figure out how to best utilize his fallen brother's assets...
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Larissa Novax
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Post by Larissa Novax on Dec 2, 2016 22:28:34 GMT -8
Rhommamool. Novax Field, Residential Tower 082.
Larissa paced anxiously around the apartment. She would be needed in Council soon, and she knew something was wrong. Something lingered on the fringes of her insight, just close enough to cause an uneasy feeling. She sighed and made her way into the bedroom. A gown befitting her standing was strewn across the bed. Yards of midnight blue silk scattered with crystals covered the smooth expanse of the bed. Larissa pulled the dress ff the bed and stepped into it. It hugged her torso like a second skin and belled out around her legs. This was a dress that Viox might have appreciated. If he ever saw it, which was unlikely. She had seen little of him in recent days. She walked to the closet and pulled out a pair of black boots.
"This would have been easier without the dress."
She muttered to herself as she fought with the skirt to reach her feet. Finally, after several minutes of struggle, she had her boots on. She stood and made her way toward the turbo lift on the other side of the floor. As she reach the middle of the room, the turbo lift doors opened, revealing Viox himself.
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Viox Savage
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"You want the same as me. My redemption, eternal ascension. Setting me free."
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Post by Viox Savage on Dec 2, 2016 22:44:33 GMT -8
Rhommamool. Novax Field. Residential Tower 082.
Viox had long since made his way from Exodus to Novax Field. He was in better spirits than he had been several hours ago. As the lift doors parted, Savage stepped out, noticing Larissa making her way over to him. And dressed to impress, to be sure. Making another public appearance in the Senate in Exodus, no doubt. Overlord Savage had been hinting at something big taking place. Perhaps today would be the day he would actually reveal his plans. It would make life much easier on him, if he knew what his father was doing. His yellow gaze darted over to Larissa, taking in her features. He sighed wearily and took several steps out of the lift, directly in her path. He knew it annoyed her when he did this, but at least she would noticed he was in a better mood.
"Off to the Senate Chambers? Is the Overlord holding a full council today, or just a handful of delegates again?"
He already knew the answer to the question he posed, but it was a legitimate question to asked. And if Larissa though him to still be brooding and sulky, then she would expect him to ask something of this nature. And it was easier to break the ice with her on a subject of politics. Though she would never admit it outright, she loved the utter debauchery that was Imperial politics. The misdirection, treachery and elegance of it all. That was her element...
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Larissa Novax
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Post by Larissa Novax on Dec 2, 2016 23:40:00 GMT -8
Larissa frowned as Viox stepped into her path. She stopped a few feet away from him and adopted the polite mask she wore in Council meetings. She smiled slightly and answered him.
"Full Council. I think your father wants to cause a stir. Hence the dress. Apparently I need to 'look the part' when I sit in Council. Nice of you to take an interest in what I do. What brings you home?"
She looked him over carefully. He seemed to be in a good mood. Whatever could have brought that on? Something must have happened in his latest foray to wherever he wandered off to. That feeling she had earlier seemed to grow stronger in Viox's presence. He was keeping something from her.
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Viox Savage
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"You want the same as me. My redemption, eternal ascension. Setting me free."
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Affiliation: Sith Order
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Post by Viox Savage on Dec 2, 2016 23:48:21 GMT -8
Noticing Larissa slip into her 'Council Self' right away meant she was still at odds with him. Which wasn't surprising. He wasn't around much anymore. Constantly brooding and wallowing in self-pity was very unbecoming. But that was all about to change. He eyed her up. She knew he was hiding something. Though hiding wasn't the correct term. At any rate, she needed to know. He cleared his throat.
"Our son."
He waited a few moments, then spoke again. Interacting with her over these matters felt much more difficult than before.
"The order to locate Venom Starkiller has been given. The gears behind our rebellion have begun...and once we are better prepared, the Overlord dies. By MY hands. Far too long have I let my own short comings and failures eat at me. No more..."
His eyes were ablaze with a passionate fury. He was dead certain about what he had just said. Enough was enough. Even though it would take time, Xander's Empire would fall. Long live the Empire indeed...
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