Dar'Toral
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Post by Dar'Toral on Aug 6, 2015 19:17:50 GMT -8
Viktor nodded, considering what to do. He needed men badly. He decided he would start making a move toward recruiting this one. "What do you know of the Imperial Truth, Tiro Saul? The need for order to create peace and justice across the expanse of the stars?" Viktor leaned back in his chair to hear what he had to say.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 1, 2015 8:14:36 GMT -8
From the depths of hyperspace came a small fleet of warships, escorting a cloud of Imperial Assault Transports. The orders had been given to occupy the well-known shipyards of Yaga Minor and its surface for the future of the Emperor's relocation efforts. Though the Emperor was tied down at Muunilist, a command staff and officials were attached the Kuati Imperial Stormtrooper Corps and Imperial Army Corps sent to occupy the world and its vital shipyards. The Raider-class Corvettes oversaw the flow of assault transports entering and exiting Yaga Minor's space as the pair of Victory II-class Star Destroyers took up defensive positions within its orbit.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 4, 2015 14:46:05 GMT -8
As military and supply traffic continues to flow in and out of Yaga Minor's space, one of the communication officers puts up a transmission on an unknown frequency. Other ships begin call in, reporting the unknown frequency that lingered among the planet's transmission waves. Acting Admiral Gavyn calls for a meeting of his senior staff as the frequency is being sliced into in order to extract the transmission. It would take many hours of hacking and slicing before even a trickle of information was presented to the senior staff upon the Victory II-class Command Ship.
The information was presented to the senior staff and Gavyn who examined it quietly for a moment. The Admiral's eyes were keen on the appearance of a white symbol with a black Phoenix upon it among the small concentration of information acquired. The transmission location was believed to be Bastion. His eyes turn to the senior staff.
Any suggestions or estimations, gentlemen and ladies?
There is one, Admiral. Our records indicate that this symbol was attached to an Imperium that once was centered within Imperial Space and was a great power long ago. The identification key and the symbol match with the records on the Pheonix Imperium.
Phoenix Imperium? I thought that nation died off years ago, Captain. How could we be receiving any transmissions from a dead Imperium?
I am not entirely sure, Admiral. Yet if the signal is active, then someone must have reactivated it. Yaga Minor was a primary shipyard of the Imperium during its glory days. And from what we gathered, the signal is a summons for Imperium loyalists to gather. We are still determining the exact location, but the belief is to be Bastion, the Imperium's former capital.
How much longer till the last of shuttles and transports have unloaded onto Yaga Minor? Have we got any reports from His Majesty at Muunilist?
The last wave of transports have just left for Kuat, Admiral. As for any reports, we did receive from Moff Artemis. They made contact on Muunilist and preparations for His Majesty's departure with the away team are underway.
For now, monitor that transmission and get me as much intel as you can. Send word to our fleet in Muunilist's orbit for further orders.
The senior staff saluted the Acting Admiral and went to work immediately.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 20, 2015 21:15:45 GMT -8
The Imperial Occupation of Yaga Minor had, in a short time, yielded much needed results for the Remnant's navy. Ships were updated in their military hardware, shields were properly calibrated, scores of crews giving daily production yields in the forms of small fighter and support craft. Yaga Minor was truly a god-sent acquisition for the future of Nicademus's plans for the Imperial Sector.
In the wake of the IGBC's final demise and the declaration of the First Order, the shipyards would be given a new order from the Supreme Commander himself; the production of a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer along with a Strike-class Medium Cruiser and a Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser. Immediately a large section of the shipyards was prepared for fulfill this directive for the First Order.
Construction crews were augmented by various worker droids and additional crews that were pulled up from Yaga Minor's surface. The largest portion of shipyard was dedicated to the gargantuan 2,915 meter Resurgent-class Star Destroyer while two more sections were prepped for the building of the other two cruisers. Estimations indicated that the cruisers would be ready first while the Resurgent-class would take some time before it was ready for launch. Progress immediately began as the skeletons for these three vessels could be seen being put together in Yaga Minor's orbit.
Resurgent-class Star Destroyer: 0% Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser: 0% Strike-class Medium Cruiser: 0%
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 23, 2015 7:53:44 GMT -8
Resurgent-class Star Destroyer: 50% Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser: 100% Strike-class Medium Cruiser: 100%
After much work was done, the Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser and the Strike-class Medium Cruiser would be launched from Yaga Minor as unnamed ships, crewed by a minimal contingent of pilots in order to move the ships a safe distance. Hours later, shuttles from Muunilist and Bastion would arrive to fill the necessary crew limits and ensure the two vessels had their full complement of Stormtroopers. With a few thousand assigned, most of them fresh recruits, to the orbiting vessels, they would earn a new Corp name as separate from the main line of command. For these Stormtroopers would serve the recently surfaced Knights of Ren.
The Resurgent-class Star Destroyer had been moved out of the dockyard orbiting Yaga Minor and moved into open space where the remainder of the construction would be performed. The ship was massive, twice the size of the Imperial-class Star Destroyers and thus twice as terrifying in firepower and appearance. Crews continued to work upon the interior of the Star Destroyer as much of its hull was constructed and most of its plating was in place. Droid crews worked on the outside of the hall while pressured corridors were used by human crews to work on the interior. The Resurgent was looking to be a fine addition to the growing Imperial Navy of the First Order.
A few days later
A ship would jump into Yaga Minor's space, its IFF indicating it to be the Praetorian, the command ship of the Supreme Commander of the First Order himself. The Imperial II-class Star Destroyer moved away from the planet and made its best speed for the Resurgent's construction area. Onboard was not only Nicademus and his most senior officers, but also the only two known members of the Knights of Ren; the Operative and Harnan Ren. Nicademus had begun these constructions without their consent, but intended to hand the Knights of Ren these three vessels as gifts and tokens of appreciation. After all, the Operative and his comrade, if one could say that, were responsible for the Chairman's appropriate execution during the battle of Mariunhus only a few months ago.
The Supreme Commander stands upon the bridge of the Praetorian with his Fleet Admiral, Moff Arcavius, standing to the right of him. The Imperial glances, hearing the footsteps of the two Knights of Ren approaching. He calmly gestures to the construction of the Resurgent-class and the patrolling Strike-class and Dreadnaught-class.
My gift to you. What do you think?
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 23, 2015 21:08:01 GMT -8
Harnan stopped a few feet from the Supreme Commander and Moff Arcavius, giving a short nod in greeting before he turned his attention to the 'gifts' that were being bestowed upon The Knights. It was an impressive sight to behold as the pair of Cruisers patrolled the space around the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer, the first of it's line and a true testament to the might of the First Order. With such assets under their command, The Knights would be easily able to carry out any and all tasks assigned to them They'll be quite useful...
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 28, 2015 19:19:20 GMT -8
Nicademus glances over at the Knight of Ren who was known as Harnan. Reports had indicated that this Knight was present at the battle and the resulting massacre of Mariunhus, having led a number of the First Order's Riot Troopers into battle. The Supreme Commander would look away from the viewport for now, turning his attention to Soku and Harnan as Moff Arcavius remained at his post. These Knights of Ren had become a major asset to the First Order overnight and it was a gift that Nicademus greatly appreciated. Despite this though, the Knights and the Order were merely close allies, no subordination or anything. The Imperials supplied troops and ships to the Knights and they carried out agendas that served the Order and the Knights mutually. He looks upon the two for a moment.
So, where to from here, Knights of Ren? I suspect the pair of you have some plots and operations in mind that will further our mutual goals not only within the neighboring regions but elsewhere. Especially now that the First Order has fulfilled its beginning obligations to the Knights for their services.
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Dec 28, 2015 22:45:19 GMT -8
“Where to from here?” A distinctly female voice intones from the shadows behind the men assembled in front of the viewport. Silence reigns a while longer until finally the clicking of boots can be heard approaching, in addition to the quiet clinking of lightsaber hilts, the strike of metal upon metal. She speaks once more, “Why to bring order to the galaxy, of course.”
This time around, her voice beheld more of a lilting, amused quality to it as she met the gazes of the two other Knights. Standing around 5’8”, she wore the form of a female Firrerreo, one of the more exotic species known to the galaxy at large. Her skin glowed with an almost luminescent golden hue that sparkled with every movement she made, matching the golden combat armour that adorned her slim form.
Nodding in acknowledgment to her brethren, she turns her silver-etched gaze, fixating in turn upon first the Moff, then the Supreme Commander, almost as if she were sizing these two men up. She had yet to meet any of those associated with the First Order and as such, she had yet to formulate an opinion about them. Though, one thing was crystal clear in the way she held herself with confidence, exuding superiority, she was not to be trifled with. While she acknowledged they stood on even ground with the First Order, that did not mean she was not about to present a challenge to those she surrounded herself with.
“Tch…” She scoffed at the Supreme Commander, flashing an amused grin that revealed her rather elongated canines. “You assume too much.” She stated plainly. At this, she began to walk around, circling behind him and for the most part, she was respectful in the distance she held from him until she stopped at his side and whispered, “It is unsafe to assume there are only ever two Knights of Ren…”
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 28, 2015 22:56:12 GMT -8
Nicademus could feel the woman circling him, but keeping her distance respectful at best. The Supreme Commander could see Stormtroopers on the bridge tensing up and keeping their blasters at hand. Calmly does the Imperial raise his hand, alleviating any tensions that existed between those present and the Knights of Ren. His eyes ever so slightly glance at the new arrival.
I hardly assumed. I only spoke to what my eyes could plainly see before me. Yet my mind has had thoughts and suspicions that there were more of you lurking within the shadows. After all, the sudden appearance of Harnan, followed by the declaration by Soku, is enough to make me wonder how many of you there truly are. Just as I suspect you may be wondering how deep my resources and assets truly run.
Despite her sudden appearance, Nicademus seemed completely calm and relaxed despite the initial reaction by some of his crew members. The Knights of Ren were no Sith nor Dark Jedi, but they were Dark Siders nonetheless. The Imperial's education came straight from the tutelage of a Sith Lord and was able to train him on how to respond and act around other Dark Siders. The shadows hid much in this galaxy, especially within the dark spaces between stars.
His eyes, in the mean time, remained firmly planted upon Illaria. His mind ever so calculating and processing thoughts like a machine.
I can only see what is before my eyes, unlike you three with your force sensitivity. So it is best to speak in an assuming way while your mind continues to suspect. At least your appearance only confirms my suspicions and assures me that there are far more out there that will eventually join this cause of ours.
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Soku Ren
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Post by Soku Ren on Dec 28, 2015 23:19:53 GMT -8
*The ships were marvelous. Never had he seen a Star Destroyer like it, at least not one that wasn't a Super Star Destroyer. A massive, well-armed ship, carrying on the tradition of intimidation the Star Destroyer line carried. It would be synonymous with the First Order... and order itself. Their own command ship, though Soku himself would have the smaller ships under his personal command; he himself would not see to the captaining of the larger vessel.
He nodded to affirm Harnan's comment, but was unable to reply to the newly-minted Supreme Commander's inquiry. That honor instead would fall to their hidden comrade, Illaria, who answered the same way Soku would have himself: "To bring order to the galaxy." He smiled, nodding both to agree and to return the shapeshifter's nod. She went on to seemingly examine the Supreme Commander, perhaps judge him. Which was fair, as Soku himself had been the most involved with the man when he was merely the Grand General of the Imperial Remnant. The Supreme Commander had earned his own trust and loyalty; the other Knights would decide if and when they would give their own.
Illara and the Supreme Commander spoke briefly on their numbers, something Soku himself had never disclosed. It was almost amusing, in a sense, watching the Commander's reactions to revelations of other members of the organization. When there was an opening, Soku spoke,* "As you know, we are no Sith. There is no 'Rule of Two' with us, not that the Sith have followed that rule for some time. Regardless, 'Rule of Two,' 'One Sith,' history has proven that their methods were... inadequate.
"But my fellow Knight is correct," *he continued, turning to face the viewport once more, eyeing the outline of the incomplete flagship as his hands folded behind his back.* "We seek to spread order, by any means necessary. It's painfully apparent neither the Sith nor the Jedi, despite the claims of both, are capable of doing so. While the Sith may be of use to us, the Jedi will oppose us, that much I can say for certain."
*He turned to face the Commander once more, a disdainful look on his face, though aimed at something not present.* "I suggest a strike. Deralia. An Outer Rim world with a small Temple. Once home to one of the galaxy's most prominent Jedi, Aerandir Calmcacil. We can consider it a warning, a show of force, and a morale strike. The Jedi in question is far too attached to those important to him, and eliminating the Temple he helped establish, along with many friends and former students of his, is sure to strike loss within him, perhaps cloud his judgment."
*He did not say how he knew these things, though his fellow Knights would very much be aware of how. While his expression betrayed no emotion, his eyes betrayed his determination, nay, his need for this strike. A show of force it would be, and also would eliminate at least a small number of potential Jedi reinforcements. They had brought this upon themselves regardless, what with their antics at Korriban and Kashyyyk. And it would only escalate from there... On both sides.*
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 29, 2015 0:58:26 GMT -8
Harnan smiled beneath his helmet as he heard Illaria speak up, before turning slightly to watch her step forth from the shadows and approach the Supreme Commander, greatly approving of the particular form she had chosen for this meeting. He returned her nod, before his gaze was drawn down along her form, to admire her ass, whilst she circled Nicademus. All the while, remaining alert and ready to intervene if the Stormtroopers had gotten a little too trigger happy about someone being so close to their commander. Knowing that he was probably about to get into trouble for staring, he quickly shifted his gaze from Illaria, to Soku, as the man clarified some details and spoke at length of their future plans, starting with Deralia.
Harnan bore no love for the Jedi or Sith, neither group capable of achieving anything but causing chaos and fighting against each other over ideological differences. Were it not for the bidding of their master, he would have gladly cut down those Sith that had allied themselves with the First Order, but alas he had stayed his blade for the time being. First they would crush the Jedi beneath their heels, and bring order where disorder reigned, and once that was done, he would clear the ranks of any Sith still left alive when all was said and done. He had nothing else to add, and so nodded in agreement with Soku
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Dec 29, 2015 16:41:12 GMT -8
It amused Illaria to no end as she observed the reactions of both Nicademus and his crew. The crew. They were tense, it was clear they were either unused to dealing with force users or she just unnerved them that much. Of course, she was currently cozying up to their Supreme Commander. Who knew what she would actually do? She might very well lay her hands on him in a more inappropriate manner or she may very well end his life on the spot. While more than capable of both, she had the self-restraint to do neither. Unlike Sith who allowed their passions to guide them, she controlled her emotions and did not dismiss them like the Jedi. Though, through it all, Nicademus stood there calmly and quietly, showing no fear under her scrutinizing glances. She could almost see the gears turning in his mind as she looked upon him, but he still did not even flinch.
She was impressed. Most impressed. In the end, she decided she could respect this man. He had yet to earn her trust or loyalty, but that would certainly come with time if she found him worthy. In all her years though, she had never seen Soku more intent on supporting another as strongly as he did now. She trusted his judgement implicitly, he knew this.
“That is not the only thing I wonder at, Supreme Commander.” Illaria spoke suggestively, the corner of her mouth curving up as she casually turned from him and started walking the length of the bridge as Soku began speaking. Her steps slow, assured, midnight black cape billowing in her wake as she watched the crew go about their jobs. They flinched where their Supreme Commander did not.
Illaria let out a dismissive sigh as she turned back and caught Harnan eyeing her just before he redirected his gaze to Soku. Drifting behind Harnan slowly, her fingers trailed across his armour. Nails catching on each individual plate, she made her presence apparent. Lazily almost, she allowed her fingers to cross his lower back before she came alongside him and traced a single hand up his chest plate. A look of hunger reflected in her eyes as she pulled herself closer to him. But this could be a hunger for anything. Companionship? Fighting? Food. “I saw that.” She whispered close to the side of his helmet, her eyes glittering with mirth, “Do not think I didn’t.” She paused for a moment and let out another sigh as she rested her chin against his shoulder. She knew what he wanted and normally she would not have held back or denied herself, but they were in the company of officers from the First Order. That alone had a tendency to dampen any and all excitement she might have otherwise felt. Though, the Supreme Commander was providing adequate amusement and at least he was easy on the eyes. The same could not be said for Soku, however. He was more like a brother to her anyways, so she wouldn't go near that unless otherwise beckoned. Looking up to where she knew Harnan's gaze rested, shrouded by his helm, she spoke softly again, “Later, perhaps.” The woman said with a sly grin before patting him on the shoulder like a lost puppy and moving away from him.
Another empty promise. One of these days someone may very well hold her to them, but alas, today was not that day. For all the times she had been propositioned, she had yet to actually take up any one of the Knights on their offers. Preferring instead to remain aloof, she kept a certain distance between her and the others when it came to such intimate matters. Otherwise they were thick as thieves.
Gliding back to stand at the viewport, flanking the Supreme Commander, Illaria turned her gaze out into the depths of space, “It is truly beautiful.” She spoke softly to no one in particular as Soku had finally finished outlining his plan. Though, it was unclear whether she was referring to the starships that lay before them undergoing construction or something beyond their sight. With her previous training as a Jedi Shadow, it was not uncommon for her to lose herself in her sight, her commune with the Force. She never was any good at keeping her mind in the here and now.
Shifting her cape to the side, Illaria cocked a knee and placed a hand on her hip. Redirecting her gaze so that it swept across the group of men off to her side, she spoke once more, “The Jedi will oppose us, in that you are correct, Soku. However, the Sith…” She paused, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply, the nictating membranes clearing her eyesight as she reopened them. It took her a moment to gather her words. “They will not take kindly to being used...and I suspect, they will oppose us in the end.” This time, she angled more toward Soku than any of the others as she addressed them. “I will stand with you at Deralia, though, if that is where you decide we are needed…”
This would be the beginning of order. The chaos reigning freely throughout this galaxy would soon be drawn in line under the might of their march. With their reach quickly spreading across the stars, it was only a matter of time until it would all burn in the fires of Lady Justice. She would soon see her law and order effortlessly expanding through the known systems as one by one they were brought in line. And then, then there would be peace…
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 29, 2015 17:05:39 GMT -8
Nicademus's eyebrow would go up slightly at the reply by Illaria. She was a curious newcomer; someone that the Imperial would seek to keep a distance between him and her. Seduction and the Dark Side went hand in hand with the most beautiful of females. Drawing their victims to them like sirens before snuffing them out with lightsaber through the heart. That or various poisonous concoctions that made one suffer for hours or die instantly.
His attention being drawn away from the attractive Illaria, which was rather hard to accomplish given the curves of her hips, the Supreme Commander crosses his arms across his torso, listening to the words of Soku Ren, who appeared to be the most influential of the three. Surprising that once this Ren was his operative, a secret asset acquired by combing through the Empire's archives shortly before it was dismantled. While those before him dismissed Soku, Nicademus saw the opportunity, the potential, and took it. Even as the Knights of Ren were declared and his agents true colors were revealed, Nicademus did not display nor appear to have any sign of disapproval. If there were more like Soku, they would serve well in forwarding the First Order's goals.
Yet the proposed strike did raise a flag within Nicademus's mind. Deralia was located in the Tammuz Sector of the Outer Rim, close to Hutt-controlled space. It was believed to be situated somewhere between Rothana, Pzob and Gamorr. It was far away from the current Jedi activity that was said to be on the other side of the Galactic North quadrant. Yet what concerned the Supreme Commander was the possible reaction. Nicademus glanced off for a bit, gazing at the nearly finished Resurgent-class Star Destroyer.
Although, from what I have gathered, the Jedi are still reforming in some ways and the Republic;s leadership is nowhere to be found, I am concerned of the reaction that it may create... after all, the Jedi just liberated Kashyyyk and that is a testament to their military prowess. And there is an ongoing Jedi Crusade. I would hate if a target was planted upon us before we were fully ready.
Nicademus strolls by Soku, Illaria, and Harnan, moving to a nearby holoprojector and keying it to turn on. A map of the Northern Quadrant of the Outer Rim popped up. Calmly keying the console, a display came up of the First Order's standing territory; a shadow of what the Imperial Remnant and the Galactic Empire once held. His forces were still consolidating and his military advisers were also planning campaigns into the Unknown Region and eastward, as well as southward, from Muunilist.
The First Order is still consolidating. We are still mustering troops and ships, gaining Imperial support from across the galaxy. We are a shadow of what I once ruled as Head of the State for the Imperial Remnant and as the former Galactic Emperor, Sinistra's successor. I fear such a strike could unravel our plans in their infancy. However, I suspect you have further details to this strike of yours that you haven't shared yet, Soku.
His ears catch the words of Illaria moments later, mentioning the Sith and their possible hostile attitude towards the Knights of Ren once they became more active. From what he remembered, when speaking with Malvus, Nicademus hardly believed the Sith would truly care about the presence of these Ren. His eyes glance over at Illaria.
I believe you are mistaken when it comes to the Sith. Ever since the fall of the Dark Tide and after many attempts to revive so sort of centralization among their ranks, the Sith are but scattered across the stars. I do not think you will have to worry about the Sith for a long time.
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 29, 2015 19:32:54 GMT -8
He always enjoyed this game they played with one another, as she strode across the bridge and moved behind him, her scent intoxicating him as he stood as resolute as ever, whilst she toyed with him like her own personal play thing. He was ever the beggar knight, fighting out of a sense of duty so that order might prevail, only to return home in hopes of catching the eye of his noble queen, in hopes they might one day run away together. He briefly wrapped his arm around her as she moved in close to him, the allure of her voice as tantilising as ever, and certainly far more welcome than a slap to the face. His gaze briefly dropping to the perfectly placed gap between the armour on her chest, enjoying the new view for a brief moment, before he lifted his gaze to meet hers once more as he whispered back You'd have broken my heart if you didn't... He then let go of her, as she had once more won another round, his eyes staying on her as she walked away. Indeed, he knew later would never come, but he still liked to entertain the idea it might happen some day, or perhaps at least once. With the game over, and the fantasy shattered once more, he followed her to the view port and stood beside his fellow Knights as they looked out upon the Resurgent, though whether that was all they saw, was another matter. There was a certain mystique to the way that Illaria viewed the world, and sometimes he wished he could catch even just a glimpse of what she saw, but he had suffered through too much, and reality had blinded him to such secrets. Instead, he would do his best to ensure a similar fate did not befall her Let the Sith try and stand up to us, they will quickly find themselves impaled upon my blade... He shifted his attention then to the Supreme Commander, as he expressed concerns over stirking the Jedi so far from First Order controlled territory. True enough, the Jedi had removed the Sith from Kashyyyk, but their strength had not come from their own numbers, but from that of the Hapan Consortium, whose loyalties laid not with the Jedi Order. He respected Nicademus, in so far as the man sought to bring Order, but like all people, he was prone to making misinformed comments, and to think the Knights of Ren would so openly attack a Jedi establishment and risk the First Order's rise was foolish Do not be fooled by a victory they earned through the use of others. They can barely marshall themselves together, let alone the command of an army. Let them pretend they are crusading, it shall only draw more followers to our cause, whilst they stumble from one mishap to the next... You needed only not live under a rock, to have heard the stories that the HNN was broadcasting about the recklessness of the Jedi Crusade, lead by a Zabrak Master by the name of Iorek. He then turned his attention to Soku, awaiting his brother's impending explanation, since this attack would be his to command. He cared not much for whether they were needed there or not, he knew his brother had a score to settle with the Jedi there, and he would gladly do his part
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Soku Ren
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Post by Soku Ren on Dec 29, 2015 21:57:01 GMT -8
*Harnan's and Illaria's antics were mildly amusing, though it did not show on Soku's expression; he was used to this, after all. What his fellow Knights did were none of his own business, though he particularly hadn't expressed interest in any of their shenanigans. Illaria had respected this. Soku had never been one to give into worldly desires himself, after all...
She made a comment in regards to the Sith not taking kind to being used, and may stand against them. She still expressed devotion to the cause at Deralia, but still he addressed her concerns with a small, confident smile.* "The Sith need not feel taken advantage of, for if they've pledged themselves to the First Order and our cause, then they've chosen that themselves. Any Sith that should oppose our order, or attempt to disrupt it... those I will concern myself with.
"As for your own concerns, Supreme Commander," *he added, turning towards the First Order's leader,* "Harnan is right. Much of their aid came from the Hapan military, which, if I'm not mistaken, is also responsible for dissolving the dying Republic, returning governance to individual worlds." *Many of which were ripe for the taking, he thought.* "They would have no Republic armies to back them in a counterstrike. But you? You have the loyalty of a grand army, many Force-users, and, of course, the Knights of Ren.
"Besides, the Jedi of Deralia had brought nothing but war to that world for several years, and in the midst of that war, its leading Jedi departed for another part of the galaxy. It was their greatest time of need, and he simply left." *His tone and expression betrayed a hint of bitterness, but he nevertheless continued,* "Removing the Jedi left and promising the world freedom from strife on their behalf would win the people over. In the end, Deralia could very easily become another prefecture of the First Order." *His expression gave way to an earnest smile at the thought.*
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 29, 2015 22:09:55 GMT -8
Nicademus keys the holoprojector to center in upon Deralia. It was far too distant from the main holdings of the First Order; clearly on the other side of Outer Rim and behind the Hutt-controlled space. However, given his resources, the Knights of Ren could easily tend to the matter and gain a foothold in a region of space that would be unlikely for anyone to suspect the First Order to strike. Calmly, the Supreme Commander strokes his chin before turning his gaze to Soku.
Then I shall go ahead and approve of the plan from my end of this discussion. Be aware though that resources, at your disposal, will be limited. I can grant minimal aid in order to augment your forces if necessary. There is still much work to be done for the future of the First Order. Especially with the continued rebuilding of Muunilist, the construction of Imperial Strategic Command and the training of additional Stormtroopers. However, I feel that the ship currently being constructed, along with its full legion of Stormtroopers, should be enough to subdue the planet of Deralia. I feel more assured that the Jedi are too weak to meddle in this affair.
His mind then turned to the status of Deralia into the zone of the First Order's territories. Its distance made it difficult to manage from afar, yet perhaps there was still a way to Imperialize the region and integrate it into the fold of his Imperial faction. He could not simply dispatch a chunk of Imperial troops to force their obedience. Nicademus looks at the three present.
As for its status among the First Order's territories, it will be a specialized administrative zone that will oversee the Imperialization of the planet and its population. This may require some work from the Imperial Security Bureau and Imperial Civil Services, but it can be managed. This will draw in Deralia into the fold of First Order by instilling them with Imperial ideals and invoke loyalty from the populace. Once the groundwork is done, Deralia will be accepted as a full military prefecture of the First Order.
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 2, 2016 0:15:16 GMT -8
Illaria watches with an almost seemingly detached interest as Nicademus strolls by her, turning her head slightly and following him with her eyes. Her golden skin shimmered in the light with each movement she made. Though this was not entirely the case. She was interested. Quite interested, in fact. And her interest was not carnal in nature. At least not entirely. She was more curious than anything as he was new, someone she did not know.
The Knights of Ren knew most everything about one another, there were no secrets between any of them. So it would be easy to understand why and how such a newcomer would catch her eye so easily in such a short span of time. She turned to continue watching him as he displayed a projection from the holoprojector representing the First Order’s holdings. This was old information to her, so she ignored it. The Shapeshifter chose instead to study the way the glow from the holoprojection cast a filtered light across the Supreme Commander’s features. He would have caught her staring the moment he chose to glance up and respond to her comment regarding the Sith.
As a former Jedi Shadow, she, like each and every other Knight of Ren, possessed a background unique to her alone. In many ways, she is not a former shadow. She is and always will be a shadow. A presence you feel, but do not dare to see. A whisper amongst the darkness. Illaria had been trained for one thing and one thing only: to destroy anything and everything that had been tainted by the Sith. More importantly, her training and her experiences led to her becoming a shadow of herself and a shadow of the very Jedi Order she had taken an oath to protect and serve for the remainder of her life. This changed her in ways that could never be enumerated upon, but ever was she paranoid when it came to Sith and what they were capable of. But, could it truly count as paranoia when justified as such?
Illaria bowed her head slightly in acquiescence to the Supreme Commander. Despite this, she knew deep down that her concerns were not unfounded. And normally where she would have spoken up and continued pushing her point, Soku was quick to address the topic. At times, it seemed he knew the inner workings of her mind intimately, as if it were his own, which had been quite helpful on more than one occasion. Though sometimes she struggled to voice exactly what revelation she had stumbled upon, Soku easily picked up on her train of thought. She returned Soku’s smile and moved to stand closer to Harnan. “And let us not forget, should it come to that, the Hapan fleet would be no match for the might of the First Order armada once fully assembled. Their outdated spacecraft would crumble under the superiority of ships such as these…” She spoke confidently as she gestured around the assembled group and toward the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer outside the viewport.
Turning gracefully, she looked thoughtfully at the Supreme Commander, though it was not quite clear whether she was truly looking at him or merely seeing straight through him. It was again as if she were seeing spectres of the mind's eye, that which was present but perceptible only to her. “Perhaps…” She began as her sight drifted back into focus and it became clear that she was now actually addressing Nicademus. “If the First Order’s resources are still so sorely limited..” At this point, she turns her gaze to Soku, “There may be a more efficient if not unfortunately, less expedient, way to go about liberating Deralia and bringing order to the populace.” Looking directly at Soku, she appears to seek his permission, his approval in what she proposes next. “A small contingent force could be sent ahead for the purpose of intelligence gathering and scouting the current status of the Jedi on Deralia. Perhaps such a move could even be leveraged to expedite removal of the remaining Jedi before the arrival of the main force and whatever troopers the Supreme Commander can stand to spare.” While her voice conveyed her usual confidence, it lacked the smacking of superiority that was present only minutes ago. She was almost casual in her proposal to Soku, though the tone belayed more of a question than anything else.
Given such a request, it could be reasonably inferred by any lacking knowledge of her past that she had experience akin to that of an Imperial Intelligence operative. Though no such thing could ever be substantiated given the fact that she deleted any and all records, confirming her existence and position within the Order, from the Jedi archives. She retained the only known copy of such records written to a miniature datachip stashed away within the small fragment of multi-coloured crystal that hung from her neck on an electrum chain. Her whole life and the mystery of her past was ironically hidden in plain sight within what appeared to be no more than an elaborate piece of jewelry.
Illaria’s hand briefly brushed against Harnan’s as she looked to him before she continued speaking. “Harnan and I could be sent ahead of the main force as the scouting party." Never one to be able to stand still in one place for long, she began walking around him and simultaneously running her hand up his arm. She acted like she had no idea what she was doing to him. Of course she knew full well. What she did not know were the consequences of her actions. As she came to stand behind him, she rested her chin above her hand gripping his shoulder plate, just above the collarbone. Her free hand drifted a moment before she laced her fingers in the belt resting on his opposing hip. Illaria tilted her head slightly to regard Harnan as she continued speaking before returning her attention back to Soku, "This would hopefully reduce the need for us to request additional troops and enable use of a more minimal force than what might otherwise normally be required under such circumstances.” Her voice was gentle as if she were speaking in the ear of a lover, but commanding all the same as she outlined the benefits of her approach. While she would always defer to Soku in regard to Deralia, it was here where her previous training would be of the most use. She had expertise when it came to stealth in addition to her force capabilities and experience with intelligence gathering on her side. So while she was not quite as combat-oriented as Soku or Harnan, she would be useful in so many other ways.
The former Jedi Shadow paired with the muscle of this group. Their odds of success concerning Deralia would only increase should Soku agree to such a proposal. Where she could easily accomplish the infiltration and scouting requirements of this mission, Harnan would complement her talents by providing the firepower she needed. He would always have her back and she knew full well if she had not specifically requested that he accompany her, he would have insisted anyways. So, the game had been rekindled once more. Perhaps later would come sooner than either of them thought…
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 2, 2016 6:20:12 GMT -8
Harnan had moved closer to the holo display whilst Soku and Nicademus had discussed the specifics of just how the First Order would incorporate Deralia into it's overall game plan. If he was entirely honest, So long as the Order that they brought to the world was maintained, they could call it what ever they liked. Such political talk was well beyond his comprehension, and certainly had shown with his earlier response to Illaria's concern about the threat the Sith could pose. Whereas Soku's interests had lain in more academic pursuits, Harnan's had always remained upon the battle field. Thus it was, that his interest had peaked briefly when the discussion had turned to the amount of available resources that could be allotted to their attack. Although he felt that the cruisers would be more than enough to handle any Jedi defences that might be at Deralia, a fully functioning Resurgent and a Legion of Stromtroopers would certainly send a far better message of strength and stability to those who would doubt the intentions and ability of the First Order. His attention was soon drawn back to Illaria as she moved closer to him and spoke of the Hapan's inferiority to the First Order's strength, albeit once fully assembled of course.
His gaze shifted to Illaria then, as she suggested that a small force should be sent ahead first to scout out Deralia, since the First Order still required some time to finish preparations for a more large scale assault. Whilst the plan was borne from her more secretive nature, which had been borne from years of such service to the Jedi, he could tell from her tone that she was starting to feel a little more comfortable around their new allies. It put his mind at ease for the briefest of moments, until her hand brushed against his own, sending an imperceivable spark between them, as the game began anew. Even as she made the suggestion that they should be the advance party, he could tell she was already preempting his intent to volunteer that he go with her, had she said she would go alone. As she moved behind him, with her hand running up his arm, he shifted his stance to alleviate the slight discomfort he felt, that was unnoticeable thanks to a codpiece and a couple layers of clothing. She was most certainly upping the stakes of the game as she pressed herself against his back, her free hand lacing into his belt, whilst he was forced to turn his attention to Soku, although he could still see Illaria out of the corner of his eye.
He almost cursed the fact that he was wearing his armour, else he would have felt her press against him. He had no doubt that she did this purely to further impress upon him the advantage she had in this round. Although it was nothing quite as advantageous as her positioning, Harnan stretched his arms back, before running his left hand across the outside of her thigh, allowing it to linger for a moment, whilst his right hand brushed against her hand that was laced in his belt, before he crossed his arms to affirm his agreement with Illaria's plan It's advantageous to say the least, especially since no one will know either of our faces. You'd stick out like a sore thumb, and the element of surprise would most certainly be lost. This way, if we play our cards right, the people of Deralia will be clambering to join the First Order and be rid of the Jedi... And rid of the Jedi they would be, and thus the first strike would be struck against those who had not only fought against an Empire that had sought eternal justice, but also against those that had sought to turn Illaria into their own personal tool of destruction, only to be so willing to discard her when their opinions differed. Even as he thought about it now, his grip tightened upon his arms as he calmed himself once more, knowing that it would accomplish nothing to fall prey to his emotions. It was likely that she would sense the brief tempest that had risen within him
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Soku Ren
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Post by Soku Ren on Jan 2, 2016 19:12:59 GMT -8
*Soku's smile became delighted as the Supreme Commander, after examining Deralia's sector, relented to the idea. Excellent. He was truly pleased, though the small smile was the only indicator at all of this. However, he was indeed right: The First Order was still fledgling, and its resources were somewhat slim at the moment. At the very least, he agreed with Soku that it could become an Imperial district, which increasingly delighted Soku; there was no way he could allow this operation to fail.
And that was when Illaria stepped in to suggest her own plan: A small force, consisting of herself and Harnan, would scout ahead to determine what they were up against. She even seemed to be asking Soku's permission in the way she presented it. Clearly she knew how much this meant to him, and he did have to consider it a moment. In his mind's eye, he had seen himself marching in, declaring the time of the Jedi to be over as they leveled the establishment, slaying its misguided inhabitants one by one, removing their blight from the world.
But they were all right. Including Harnan, noting that Soku would be easily recognized. Indeed, while he'd kept his face mostly concealed during his message to the galaxy, he was certain his true identity was likely determined by now. His smile now a conceding frown, he sighed and nodded.* "You are both correct." *He looked up at them.* "I can provide you the important names and details." *Pausing, he gave thought to a particular matter, then the smile, now devious, returned to his lips.* "There is one name in particular that stands out to me...
"I will provide more details later, when we are ready." *He turned back toward the Supreme Commander.* "I am aware Harnan has procured a regiment of troopers, but are there others available for the direct assault? We would not need an especially large contingent, but the more the merrier."
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Sohei Ren
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Post by Sohei Ren on Jan 3, 2016 15:32:06 GMT -8
"Perfection..." There was little else he could whisper aloud to surmise his thoughts on the matter at hand. She was a thing of beauty, comprised of supple curves and a dancer's grace. His bright sapphire eyes glittered with interest as her hips began to sway to and fro, throwing the man into a lustful trance. This was the ultimate tease, where the greatest pleasures of life were denied to him by the very rules of nature. However, that was not to say that he didn't enjoy what he saw. In fact, he enjoyed the show far too much and had desired more. The primal forces of greed and lust conflicted within his heart, tearing him apart from within. He wanted to act out, to take her into his arms as she pirouetted about a golden pole. It took everything he had, to keep his humours aligned. What use would he be to her, if his emotions had gotten the better of him? He would've been little better than a Sith. The man bit down on his tongue, hard, willing himself to focus his attentions on the way she moved, and not upon how sensually she danced. It was only when her hips began to undulate that his pearlescent teeth had drawn blood. His control was all but rendered useless, and he felt himself moving long before he even registered that he had. With an outstretched, and gauntleted hand, the Knight of Ren swiped at the colorful display - only to find the image interrupted by an electronic flicker.
"Who dares!" He roared, feeling the boiling tide of magma surge through his veins. "Who dares violate -" :: My apologies, Sire. :: A distant voice had called, one that the Knight had recalled came from his vessel's pilot. :: We've dropped out of Hyperspace far earlier than scheduled, it seems our Navicomupter's initial estimates were wrong, and will need retuning once we rejoin our forces in the Yaga System.:: His anger curdled into spite as his bloodshot eyes spun towards the image. He waved his hand over the display, willing the presentation to resume, yet when the image flickered out and vanished. He was left alone in the dark. It was when all the lights had gone out; the man was free to rid himself of his ecstatic trance. His armoured fists slammed down onto the projection table, as he tried to vent his frustrations to no avail. It was then, after gripping the raised edges of the holo display, which the Knight had closed his eyes and began to breathe. At first, it was ragged and rife with emotion, but as minutes started to pass his raging heart had slowed. It was far too soon for him to become enslaved by his darkness, and how petulant would it have been if he had destroyed such expensive devices or such a simple offence. He would let this slide, for now. As the pilot had said, once they reached the Shipyards, whatever issues that they had found during this model's initial test flight would be written out of the code and perfected.
Once his mind was free, and his emotions locked behind a construct of his will, the Knight roused himself from the display table and shot his hand towards the compartment's control panel. With a telekinetic fist formed from his thoughts, the illumination bars built into hull overhead flared live. He was alone in a well-furnished room that contained several crash couches corraled around a solitary ringed table. The man had been adorned with the obsidian panoply of war and was shrouded in the robes of an Order he no longer served. His name, though it had meant the world to him, meant little in the service of the Master. That man, the Inquisitor he had once been, was slain after he had murdered his rival - allowing his new identity to take root.
He was Sohei Ren, now, and that was the only name that would ever truly matter in the end.
_______________________________________________________________ The midnight clad Upsilon-class Command Shuttle had soared through the silence of the void, as it had decelerated from hyperspace in a flicker of pseudo-motion. As the vessel had come within communications range, a transponder code was pulsed across the void. Mere seconds had passed before the confirmation codes had been transmitted in return, which had caused a small smile to cross the pilot's face as he punched the voidcraft's accelerators.
Passing through the Yaga System with little issue, the vessel designated as the 'Scion' entered the sphere of influence commanded by the sole Imperial - II Star Destroyer orbiting the Driveyards. Having passed the point of no return, several TIE Fighter's with their traditional pattern schemes inversed had taken up escort positions on either side of the shuttle. They flew in tandem as the Colossal bird of prey had made its final approach, departing for their previous patrol routes as the craft was directed towards the ventral hangar bay. Sadly, with such a massive vessel, Sohei and his crew were unable to dock in the various docking bays that had rimmed the connective trench.
When the craft had risen within the belly of such a martial beast, it's wings began to retract. First, they had pulled tight to the flat surface of the shuttle's body, before the secondary systems had caused a good portion of the wings to detach from their housings and slide towards the landing struts. The show of such advanced technology had taken several minutes to orchestrate as the inferior Destroyer models had significantly smaller hangar bays than the nameless pilot was accustomed too. Minor adjustments had to be made time and time again as the craft had almost taken out several of the overhanging TIE fighter racks as it maneuvered towards the flight deck.
Thankfully, when the time had lapsed, the Upsilon Command Shuttle depressed upon it's landing spikes and shivered in barely constrained mechanical fury. Jets of hydraulic steam vented into the recycled atmosphere, as the pilot began to cool the craft's reactor and calm the throaty whine of the settling Ion engines. It was fresh from the manufactorum's in the Unknown Regions, yet such a divine vessel was flawed beyond compare. Perhaps, in the moments they had to spare, the command crew and the mechanics of the Praetorian would have a chance to ease her temperamental heart and work upon her many blemishes.
When the vessel had cycled down into a restorative state of hibernation, the loading ramp beneath the Command Shuttle's cockpit shot down towards the deck and impacted with a gentle kiss shared between two forlorn lovers.
________________________________________________________________ Sohei, now bathed in the fumes of his resting vessel, stalked down the length of the boarding gradient with an almost inhuman grace. He then glided across the obsidian paneled deck with the perfect economy of movement, wasting no energy upon unwarranted displays of dominance. The Knight didn't need to stroke his feathers, for he knew that he was the epitome of beauty and one of the First Order's Elite. They would respect him, or they would laugh. It didn't matter which path they had chosen, either would find themselves beneath the searing heat of his blade. As he approached the turbolifts leading out the of the primary ventral docking bay, a fireteam of Stormtroopers had exited the lift and ringed the ebon clad Knight. Knowing their purpose without even wasting a cursory glance, Sohei palmed the activation rune inscribed upon the tube's exterior.
Once the doors had permitted access, all six men had crammed themselves into the Turbolift. It was uncomfortable, but it seemed that either the Captain of this vessel had wanted to honour him with a competent selection of his best plastic boys, or had only desired to sour the man's humours long before he had reached the bridge. Again, it didn't matter which was to be considered the truth, as he had already bitten his tongue aboard his vessel and being crammed inside a turbolift with what he assumed were men was not going to be the lowest point in his day. That was until he had felt a gloved hand gently caress his lightsaber.
"Don't," He whispered through gritted teeth, "Touch my saber." Several awkward glances were cast in his direction, and the Knight had found his thoughts wandering into each of their lifeless frowns. Apparently, none of them would admit to such a misdeed, and he had reassured himself that this wouldn't be a bad day. He would have his hololithic display fixed, along with his shuttle, and he would meet up with the other prominent members of this newly announced organization. When the lift had slowly slid to a grinding halt, the midnight clad warrior forced his way out of the lift and palmed the panel before the plastoid clad soldiers could protest.
Letting a smile cross his half-shrouded face, Sohei slid across the breadth of the Praetorian's bridge to stand somewhere off to the side, where not only his presence would be noted, but his voice - should he deign to speak after his announcement - could be heard even if he whispered."I apologize for the late arrival, Brothers and Sisters," He said, sweeping his pretentious grin across those present, "However, the Master had tasked me with wiping out the remnants of the Banking Clan's militant forces in the sector. Something about an account he wished to be forcibly erased from the record." As his covered sapphire eyes had fallen upon the Supreme Commander himself, the preening peacock of a man had offered an overly courteous bow. "Commander, Supreme among us all. It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. I am Sohei Ren, the unyielding blade within both the Knights of Ren and your First Order." With the pleasantries aside, the odious little bastard turned his attentions towards the Brother that stood taller than them all, Soku.
"The Master has spoken to me of an assault upon some wretched world from your past, one that houses a Jedi Temple of sorts. He also had said that you were gathering blades to march underneath your banner, if that's true and I haven't wasted my valuable time, consider my saber at your beckon call."
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