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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:22:15 GMT -8
Yaga Minor was a temperate world, its terrain covered in forests, caves, and mountains.
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Gideon Raith
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"A good soldier obeys without question. A good officer commands without doubt."
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Post by Gideon Raith on Jun 9, 2015 15:32:54 GMT -8
As it had become a hive of activity in the skies above Yaga Minor, so too had the living machine of war spring to life upon the planet’s surface. The Men, Women, and Xenos bred warriors of the Imperial Army had answered their Lord’s rallying call, returning themselves into the fold of active duty. Each one of the prefabricated barracks buildings were abuzz with the air of excitement. as every soldier - no matter their rank, began to wonder where it was they would find themselves in the future. Those that had not sworn their service to the militant banner of the Imperium, had found themselves within lengthy lines outside the various recruitment centres dotted around the Capital.
It didn’t matter if many of these beings couldn’t fight, be it due to a lack of physicality or reasons regarding their psychological state of mind, every hand that had accepted the illumination of the Imperial Truth was welcomed with open arms. If they had found themselves unfit to fight, and they still desired to see the whites of their foes eyes in glorious combat, they would be reshaped and molded into a weapon. If they had little stomach for the ferocity of frontline combat, yet still wished to do their part, those interested souls would be assigned to the various mechanized and armoured brigades. The rest were free to follow whatever path they had chosen, as disheartening assignments had the nasty habit of sowing the seeds of a desertion. They had just garnered a few good commanders, and were now in the process of refurbishing the population of the planet to suit the needs of the Imperium as a whole, they could not foster such a mindset - not yet atleast.
And so, as the second day had begun to cling to the horizon of dawn, the two errant halves of the Imperial Army became one, and for better or worse, they began the preparations to become worthy of the legacies they shouldered.
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Gideon Raith
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"A good soldier obeys without question. A good officer commands without doubt."
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Affiliation: The Second Imperium
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Post by Gideon Raith on Jun 13, 2015 8:29:48 GMT -8
"Life had no meaning. Day by day, nothing but darkness. All I knew was pain, and suffering. No hope. No light. Mother died young. Father… a handsy monster. He died too, my hands around his throat. Then voices, lights and a flurry of chaos. I fought to free myself, the world without pain… Just out of reach. Time passed, and I grew within my cage. Learned from others, they became my family. I liked them. Then I started to grow older, and they too became like Father. Handsy, always handsy. So I took their hands. CAN’T GRAB ME ANYMORE! HAHAHAHA. So, into the darkness I went. No sound. No Light. No hope. Days, Weeks, Months, Years, All passed. Don’t know when it happened, but a man; tall and strong, opened the door. Light bathed him, while eyes adjusted. If the Gods were real, he would have been an Angel. Yet, he taught me the Truth. There are no Gods, save the ones we make. I felt better than I ever had, when he cared for me. Darkness had visited us both, I could see it in his eyes. He would have been in here with me, but He knew how to hide his darkness better. Under his wing, he freed me and showed me into the light. I felt safe with him, and he made me happy. So, I wanted - No - needed to do the same for him. He wasn’t handsy like Father, but he said No. Confused, I asked why. Why couldn’t I make him happy? He told me then, all he wanted was for me to smile, and to serve. Purpose. He gave me that, when others only wanted flesh. This one was a beast no longer. I could chose. To make him happy, I smiled, and asked to serve. With those words he remade me. Gave me Power. Gave me Armour. And gave me the stims. No more pain, I was true. Through the drugs, I could get my revenge, Father was dead, as were the handsy ones. Yet there were more out there. More flesh to tear, and pain to cause. I am Gideon’s good girl, and in the name of the Imperium, I am his dagger in the dark..."
~ Inari Caunwen, Imperial Terror Trooper - Designation; Sicarii
Mission Parameters,
Locate Target; Understood.
Capture Target; Understood.
Return Target to Base; … Understood.
The orders were simple. Find the target, and bring him to Gideon for questioning. Kill anyone that seeks to hinder my mission. No Civilians. Must make sure they are hostile. Cannot upset Gideon again. Disappointed is not a good look for him. Must not fail again. Focus. So high above the street, eyes always searching. It wanted to scream in rage, too many emotions beginning to conflict. It wanted to rant, rave, and chant. Motion, this one craved motion. Yet, it stuck to moving her lips over and over again behind the mask. It was hiding above a recruitment centre, a place where Gideon knew this target would go too. They had done much since coming to the Imperium, and in his training, the new and up-coming Ordinator had found traitors seeking to break them from within. Outgoing comms had been silenced, so words could not get out, yet this little mouse thought to enlist, get off world when the time came. Send word ahead of the vanguard, ruin our surprise. No, that couldn’t be allowed. Here she waits, trying to tune out the silence with Gideon’s words. Thankfully, the rat came early. Shifting ever so slowly, it’s body craving more, she readied herself for what was to come next. It went through the genemarkers stamped into her mind again, ensuring this pest was the one she was sent to take in. A rictus grin overcame her lips as her mask confirmed his identity tags. Though she had wanted to end this one’s life, that was not her mission. Some days, it was hard being the dagger when there was no one to kill.
Letting out a ragged sigh, it leap from her hiding spot and descended. Once upon the ground, not dead as others would think, she stalked the shadows. Her figure twitched in recognition of its duty, as another burst of stims flooded her system. Bliss. Pure, and unadulterated. It set her nerves aflame, and the feeling could not be compared. She wanted more, but knew that if demanded, the suit would shut down and she’d be taken back to the medical wings of the station above. No. That could not happen. It would not crave more. Control. Focus. Get it together. Shaking her head and thumbing the personal cloaking device attached to her belt, her figure melted into the shadows completely. It stalked the rat, as a feline would. Padded feet met the duracrete, not making sounds to alert her prey. Yes, silence was her friend now. She had hated it before, and hated it even more during the training, but when Gideon said it could be her friend if she let it, she took the darkness in and wore it like a shroud. None could see her, for she knew where to hide where others wouldn’t see. A talent, he called it. A knack for getting into places unseen, and having the power to rend flesh from bone. She had done much for Gideon, even during the time he felt something for the Governor. It was a pity it broke him, and she wanted to stitch him back together, just as he had done for her. The irony.
She was close now. Ever so close. The rat had begun to scour the roof tops, eying the skies for any that would halt his advance. Fool. Should have looked below. Should have looked at the man beside you. Should have looked behind you. Failure, my little rat. Breaking it’s cloak, she struck out from the darkness and enveloped the target with her massive talons. He could not escape. Yanking him into the darkness, panic began to spread amongst the locals. They knew not of her existence, and with the history of sith monsters still burning fresh in their minds, their fear became palpable. Gideon knew when she was going to strike, and had dispatched his soldiers to divert their attentions from it. Thankful, she melded into the darkness once more and bound the man with rope and binder cuffs. She could hear the soldiers, men she had known from Bastion and Kuat thereafter, allaying the fears of the new recruits. Ordinator business. Counter Intelligence. Good, and honest work. She smiled again. Gideon always knew how to make her smile. One day, she too would make him smile again.
Taking her prize back to base, she felt her body shudder. Mission was a success. No failure. Gideon would be proud, and she would be able to sleep once more. So awake. The drugs take their toll, yet feel so good. Addicted? Perhaps. Willingly? Of course. Necessary? Absolutely. She was his dagger, and she had to be sharp - lest the blade not pierce. Her eyes had sunken, and her supposed beauty had faded. She never saw herself as pretty. Scars adorned her face, and lithe figure thereafter. She was not a holostar. She was a monster made manifest. Yet, Gideon saw beauty in her, no matter how hard she sought to hide it. His nature it was to see things, more than they appear. His eyes, though false, could see much. Though, he never peered through her mask, of which she was glad to have, for it was her choice to hide her face and he respected that. Rare this man was. Not handsy, but affectionate. Not in the way she wanted, but that could never happen. Not yet. Not now. Not when an Empire needed to be reborn, but… perhaps after? When they storm the Palace, and the Lord Regent takes the throne, maybe then they could fix her - make her whole once more. Then, and only then, she could make Gideon smile once more.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 23, 2019 21:16:09 GMT -8
Yaga Minor's mountains and caves hid a revived Ubiqtorate base, a facility revived by the Empire's Imperial Intelligence. This command center oversaw all operations within the various sectors of the Empire and beyond. Here, the greatest minds had been gathered by the Emperor to serve him and his empire. They were truly one of the nexuses that made the Empire thrive... from its shadows.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 1, 2021 18:54:30 GMT -8
The Ubiqtorate Base, both on the planet's surface and within orbit, had become the treasure vault that it had been in times past. It was an archive of information, collected from various sources and by its owners; the Galactic Empire, the Imperial Remnant, the Phoenix Imperium, the First Order, and so forth. It was the largest archive to be within the Empire, outside of Muunilinst and Coruscant. A heavily guarded facility, nonetheless, given that the information in here almost sparked a galactic war. The Caamas Document had been secured here, an unaltered one, that ensured peace between the Imperial Remnant and the New Republic, bringing a full end to the Galactic Civil War. Who knows what other secrets lie within.
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Jenia Kasalle
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Jun 21, 2023 15:07:14 GMT -8
Given new orders after the Emperor's death, increased activity among the local garrisons of the First Order could be seen, as troops are delivered to the surface of Yaga Minor. While though the locals could hardly say what exactly was going on, some presume that it might have to do with the recent passing of the Emperor and the news regarding it.
Thus far however order was maintained on the planet, leaving hardly any doubt for the average Imperial citizen that everything seemed fine on first glance.
However, this illusion would probably not last forever...
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