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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2014 9:00:49 GMT -8
It was admirable to see that this woman was eager to follow suite with the tenants of the Sith Order, yet her arrogance was unsettling. Though he had known Sith to be victims of their own hubris, displaying it so openly to someone you have just met was foolish. Inwardly, Erasmus smiled as the Lord Nysste had unwittingly revealed one of the many flaws woven into the tapestry of her existence. Had he desired to pick her apart and utterly destroy her, the avenue and advantage was now his. However, he was bereft of the inclination to shed blood, as it was not fight she sought. Perhaps another time, he mused behind the guarded veil of his mind.
“A well-oiled machine is only good as the sum of its component parts.” The Inquisitor paused, letting his eyes move towards the antiquated gunship behind the party. “Should any of the constituent pieces fail, or be malformed in some aspect, the entirety of the machine fails due to an unforeseen flaw.” His gaze once more settled onto the woman before him, boring deep into her as he spoke – eager to see if his words sparked a reaction. “We have many sabres at our beckon call already, as well as capable and outstanding commanders. I have no doubts of your combat prowess, your mastery over the force, or your ability to command, yet those facts alone would not mark you out as anything worthy of note. So tell me, Lord Nysste, why would the Empire benefit from your inclusion?”
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Post by Atia on Jul 10, 2014 11:19:35 GMT -8
The twilek behind Nysste stepped off the gunship too, but just for a couple of paces. One stopped far away enough to not be rude, but close enough to jump to her mistresses aid Should it be needed. Yes, she was a slave, with a slaves collar, something her goofball of a writer forgot to add. So were the Gammoreans behind her, with their own version of a collar, lot larger and thicker then what the nimble twilek wore.
She never looked upon the sith, not daring to provoke a reaction. It wasnt likely to be a positive one. She heard everything though, one didnt have to get off the LAAT to hear everything in this echoing empty hangar. And she noted down everything. Will do well in her report later.
An other little fact her writer forgot was the fact that she was force sensitive. Not as strong as the two sith, but still a challange. She was one of the few Banshees that lived with the Gift.
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-Edmund II-
Captain Kab Marosi closed and locked the door to his personal cabin. He didnt care to hide his dealings from the cameras inside, they were deactivated practically the moment the Phoenix Imperium fell. He liked his privacy, and he needed it now. He walked over to the hung up picture of Emperor Matar Lyndruss and took it down relieving a safe behind. Putting in his code, getting an eye scan and voice scan all at once, the safe opened. He pulled out the only file inside and closed it again, putting Emperor Matar back on the wall. The file was titled:
::Open Upon Imperial Contact::
Kab opened the file and started reading its short message.
:: Operation Yellow Fever
Operation Units: Ardent Class Fast Frigate "Edmund II" with standard Company Complement, Captian: Kab Marosi, Commander: One, Passanger of Note: Lord Nysste.
Operational Parameters: Military Recon, Intelligence gathering, Infiltration of the Empire.
Handler: Patrick Bateman. The Mistress.
Phase I Orders: Infiltrate, Observe, Save data, Obey Lord Nysste as if she was the Commander.
Phase II Trigger: Meeting with either Handler.
Failure Parameters: Upon Failure, Regroup over zeltros, Contact local cell. Incarcerate Nysste ALIVE.
Destroy Message upon opening.::
Kab pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. Lighting it with his custom made lighter with the Phoenix Imperium Emblem on it, he then turned the fire upon the paper. Paper was far more suited for this kind of work. Digital information left a trace. This, he could just burn and flush down the toilet.
This far there was no word about obeying One. Sure, he had his guesses what this paper would hold, and he was mostly right, in all except the handlers. He knew Bateman had his long disgusting fingers in this operation, but not the Mistress. If she is to Handle this operation, it WAS highly important for the Company.
More then.
He then took off all his cloths and went into the refresher. He always felt dirty when he had any kind of contact with Bateman.
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Post by Nysste on Jul 13, 2014 13:48:22 GMT -8
*She hesitated for a moment and then thought about her response. She was young and it was obvious her power, even at her age, was strong. Carefully, she could not think of something too educated or highly respectable to say, she decided to say what came to her mind. Although she admitted it wasn't the best response.*
"Well Commander, the more the merrier. I never knew that the Empire, or even the Empire's before it, would even think of turning down a person willing to join them. Whether it be their skill or their strategies or some other feat under their belt, the Empire and others have always recruited and allied itself with others who shared or wanted to praise its goals and possible future achievements. If I or my crew don't seem up to the task to help or don't seem prepared to rage hell upon the galaxy, in your own opinion, feel free to cast me down. But I want you to realize that no matter how small the fighter, they always prove useful, benefit or not, with reason or not. You're willing to give your opinion now if you wish."
*Her voice remained stable and dark as she spoke through the face mask's speaker. She was calm and looked up at the commander with eyebrows raised. She was honestly interested in his opinion, for if she was not worthy in the Commander's eyes, she knew the Sith could look her over as well. And she would not accept that. She slgihtly ticked her head as something itched her neck, looking out in the direction of the Edmund II, even though she couldn't see it. Something seemed odd to her.*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 10:59:52 GMT -8
During the enforced silence between the airing of his question and of the answer it had provoked, the Inquisitor had noted a peculiar being disembarking from the cargo holds of the antiquated gunship. A Twi’lek slave woman, whose form seemed farm to lithe to be that of a dancer, softly padded against the obsidian flooring to stand respectfully within her mistresses reach. The late arrival alone was worthy of suspicion, but it was the way she moved and the complex structure of her lithe alien frame that had caught his eye. While he would never be attracted to such inhuman filth, Erasmus could not deny the beauty of a killer’s grace. Such a fact was made apparent by the tightness of her flesh, something most Twi’lek slaves lacked, even if they were made to be dancers. This one was either a well-trained assassin whom had some potential in the various arts of the force, or simply a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Whatever the case may be, should things go awry, this Twi’lek would spring into action with deadly efficacy – thus would require the brunt of the Inquisitor’s assault.
However, Erasmus compartmentalized such thoughts behind the guarded veil of his mind in order to focus upon the words the Lord Nysste would so speak. As she had spoken, the voice within his conscious sighed deeply. She was nothing more than a bloodthirsty weapon eagerly waiting to be unleashed upon the galaxy at large. This woman would burn the galaxy to the ground without a care as to what would be left behind. Were this simply the Sith Order, or the various incarnations thereof, such behaviour would be readily accepted into the ranks. However, when the Empire is still finding stable ground upon which to stand, such acts of seemingly random carnage would taint the name of the morally ambiguous Imperium.
That was something Erasmus could not allow.
“Such a mindset would be better suiting the Dark Lords of Korriban, than of the Empire. While it is true that many Sith are housed within our sphere of influence, they understand the true definition of power rather than adhere to the blood soaked memories of the past.” He paused for a moment to brush his ebon leather gauntlet across the breadth of his cleanly shaven chin. “That is not to say the Empire could not use the men and women under your command, I am just overtly cautious when it comes to bringing in potential servants to the Emperor. While the opened arms approach worked well in the more civilized days of our known Galaxy, secrets and deception have become the newest forms of warfare. I am certain that you understand that these questions are merely a precaution to ensure the well being of Imperial citizens.”
Within the Inquisitor’s flesh, a sub-dermal communications package had suddenly activated due to his shift towards a more thoughtful stance. Almost instantaneously, as the connection to the communications terminal aboard the bridge went live, information began streaming in. Most of what he was told turned out to be rubbish, yet there was a single detail that had stuck out amid the chaos of verbal transmission. Plucking the words from the Communications Officer and relaying them to his lips, the Inquisitor asked yet another question – curiosity once again bearing heavily upon his shoulders.
“Tell me Lord Nysste.” He began, ignoring the fact she had turned her gaze towards the generalized position of her vessel, by letting his arm fall from the comfortable embrace about his chiseled jaw. “What do you know of the Phoenix Imperium?” Such was the truth of cold, hard information gleaned from comprehensive searches through the Divinity’s internal databanks in regards to the transponder codes transmitted by the ironically new age Ardent- class frigate. “I ask only because the warship you have claimed as your own, was once a part of the deposed Emperor Matar’s grand armada.”
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Post by Atia on Jul 14, 2014 15:36:48 GMT -8
One nearly looked up as the Phoenix Imperium was mentioned, and gosh, was she close to break her stance when she heard Matars name. Long ago, when she was Sien'rha Lestin, she knew Matar. A little girl from the coruscant underworld had the luck to meet an EMPEROR. She was so happy. So weak.
She isnt that girl any more. She is One. A good slave. A good killer. A good bodyguard.
It was up to Nysste to take them both out of here alive though.
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Post by Nysste on Jul 22, 2014 16:09:12 GMT -8
*Nysste stood there puzzeled as the man asked about the Phoenix Imperium. She had never heard of them before, so she decided to be honest with the man.*
"I'm afraid I've never heard of them. But you've now piqued my interest on them. How much do you know about them?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 7:23:56 GMT -8
This had turned out to be the most interesting of situations. When the Inquisitor had mentioned the former head of the Phoenix Imperium, he had noted the subtle shift in the Twi’lek’s aura. Had he not been trained in the duplicitous arts of espionage and its enlightening counterpart, the subtle reformation of her ethereal flavour would have not struck him as suspicious. However, as the opposite had proven true, he began to approach this state of affairs with a more clinical eye. This supposed Rylothian slave girl was hiding something, that much was made obvious by her enforced timidity and tardy disembark from the gunship. Finding out what it was on the other hand, would be the difficult part. Naturally, he could tear it from her mind by utterly bombarding her telepathic defenses with the spiked edges of surety, yet such a bombastic approach would leave her as nothing better than a broken husk. Though it would please him greatly to leave this xenos filth in a crumpled pile of her own putrid flesh, his life would forthwith be placed in danger as the Emperor decreed that all species were to be considered equal under her banners. So, as he had discovered the simple possibility of an enemy agent situated before him, Erasmus would from here on be very careful as to what he said and how these events would play out.
If he cared little for his post, he would have graciously pointed the former Phoenician vessel towards the proverbial shores of the Throne World. That meant, not only would a gathering of filthy creatures pollute his adopted homeworld, but several agents belonging to either the Republic or some other shadowy organization could easily infiltrate the many facets of his glorious Imperium. That could not happen. He would have to think of some clever way to goad these agents into exposing themselves, or better yet separating the poor Sith Lord from her two-faced companions. Letting a tight lipped smile adorn his alabaster face, the Inquisitor adorned the façade of the unobservant dignitary. There was no need for him to lose his garnered advantage over these spies by letting his guarded mind slip into laxity. Thus, he too would need to keep up his act to ensure they were not onto him – more than they already were considering he had clearly stated his name and rank within the Imperial Hierarchy.
“I know a great deal of the Phoenician’s court, though much of it would bore you with the over stylization of their benevolent tyrant. Thus I do not blame you for your lack of knowledge of that beleaguered splinter faction.” He said, coolly transitioning from his calculating nature to that of a silver tongued diplomat. “They died as all empires do, in the face of an ever changing Universe.” His eyes were cast into the endless depths of the void, as those words had slipped past his lips taking on a prophetic hue. “Alas, I forget myself. Your journey to our shores must have taken much out of you. Can I offer you some of the Divinity’s hospitality, Lord Nysste, whilst we discuss the finer details of your inclusion into our Ranks?”
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Post by Nysste on Aug 1, 2014 8:35:35 GMT -8
*Nysste bowed her head to the Inquisitor.*
"If most Empires tried to become as strong as I feel this one is going to be, then the Sith would've had much more success. I must admit though, I am a little exhausted. If you lead, I will follow Inquisitor."
*Nysste was now extrememly confident she would be a part of this new Empire. A dream she could now fulfill. To become greater than even her own ancestor, the Legendary Lord Nysste, would make her happy. But she knew she had to take each new step with caution. Treachery, deceit... lies, horror, pain, betrayal and proven worth surrounded each and every Sith, whether they be in control of it or not. She could sense betrayal even in One, but alas she had no strength in the force to detect on what kind or how much of it was there. A Twi'lek so obedient to its Master was either broken beyond its will, or plotting for another. But Nysste could care less for the moment. If she had to though, she wouldn't hesitate to see how far One would have to be pushed to learn her secrets. For the moment, Nysste decided to follow the Inquisitor and silently think during their walk.*
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Post by Atia on Aug 1, 2014 8:51:02 GMT -8
As Nysste walked off with the Inquisitor, One wouldnt let her out of her sight. She was, after all an assistant and bodyguard. Nysste had not signalled that she did not wish to follow, so One did what any body guard would. SHe looked back at her gammoreans and signalled them to stay with the ship and stay guard untill she comes back. Quick and easily understandable hand gestures even the pigmen could understand. Lizard Face grunted and horked some in his guttural means of communication and the large hulks positioned themselves in a circle, while the ship crews took a break.
One followed, holding a range of couple steps behind Nysste, in silence, like a ghost. Head tilted down, not seen but seeing all.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 27, 2017 7:47:33 GMT -8
Teutates Command jumps out over Balmorra, a world with strong Imperial ties. Its industrial power, known for its droid making production under Balmorran Arms, as well as military-grade weaponry and armor, was an ideal target for the First Order. It had formerly owed allegiance to a number of Imperial nations, once headquartered in the southern parts of the Outer Rim. In most recent times, it was a territory of the Imperial Remnant of the Deep Core, before it was transferred over to the recent reincarnation of the Galactic Empire, whose remnants formed the First Order.
Upon their arrival, the Balmorran government sought a peaceful annexation, in which a strong First Order garrison would be placed to protect the world, in exchange for Balmorra's loyalty and its industry being added to the Imperial war machine. Nicademus especially desired this planet due to its line of SD battle droids, its AT-ST production and the highly efficient X-1 Viper, an automaton which could rival the firepower of an AT-AT.
For many hours, Fleet Admiral Arcavius and the Governor of Balmorra began to negotiate the inclusion of the system into the First Order...
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Sept 29, 2017 7:51:07 GMT -8
The negotiations concluded, both parties satisfied with the terms of the agreement, and the planet was officially assigned to the Core Oversector, governed by the Grand Moff Pellaeon. The man scheduled a visit, shortly after his official appointment, mostly to get facial recognition with the populace and build credibility as man who stands for Order. He attended several arranged social gatherings and also attended several local events, that had been planned long before his trip was announced. The oddest thing though, was that he sat in on several cases being argued in the Imperial courts. He didn't give any comment, other than he was happy to see justice in action. This made some of the populace rather nervous, though nothing else came of it officially. Unofficially investigations were already under way, the biggest threat posed to order here was a semi-legitimate arms dealing ring. It wasn't the usual thug run ring, but rather a very sophisticated group beings looking for a little untaxed profit to boost their pension funds. They were very careful to keep the less than legal portions of the business very quite. Often, the only indicator that a deal had gone down would be an automatically generated report on items lost, due to theft, a crash, or some other unfortunate event. It wasn't never a large volume of goods, and often they were marked as relatively common goods. Though in practice, one could get most any personal weapon desired if you had the creds and patience. The investigators were careful to move cautiously, in hopes of not tipping their hands. This would be a long term investigation, if they hoped to get everyone involved and they knew it.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 21, 2018 20:51:16 GMT -8
Unfortunately for Pellaeon, the smuggling ring had yet to fall. His resources having been stretched somewhat thin after the GA raid, until recently anyway.
The investigations continued, slowly, but that was due more to caution than anything else. The news of the Caamasi terraforming project had reached the world some time ago and a few charities had donated to the cause but there was no official reaction. It wasn't a member of the Empire anyway, why should the citizen's hard earned money be thrown away?
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Sept 18, 2018 18:07:06 GMT -8
The factory world of Balmorra was considered to be one of the most closely guarded assets of the First Order. Star Destroyers were a common sight now for incoming and outgoing traffic to the world within the Colonies. It proved to be a much needed military asset as Balmorran Arms fell under military control shortly after the planet's conquest. Its odd SD-series battle droids proved to be quite the gain, not to mention its walker factories that helped with the production of AT-STs for the Imperial Army. As such a strong garrison was present in order to protect this industry for the Empire's usage.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2018 22:03:03 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace, the the Vindicator-class cruiser, the Heilwig, accompanied by the Assassin-class corvette, the Kasimira, move into positions in orbit over Bin Prime. TIE/IN starfighter trios are sent out from each ship as they begin their patrols over the capital city.
From the hangar bay of the Heilwig, a shuttle bearing Balmorra's new First Order Planetary Governor, appointed by Grand Moff Ishild Sauer, departs and makes for the capital city below. Planetary Governor Kuonrat Grobe and his wife, Elvire, seem an unlikely couple; Kuonrat a portly, cheerful fifty two year old human whose unassuming appearance conceals a sharp mind and ambition that have brought him to his current station despite his lack of military service and humble origins, while Elvire is a Morganian beauty from a wealthy family that many believe must have purchased her husband's position even though that is patently false. Kuonrat knows that among his highest priorities is ensuring that Balmorran Arms continues to operate at peak efficiency, and so has arranged to meet first with the First Order Civil Affairs officers overseeing the company to ensure that they understand the importance of their positions.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2019 20:35:18 GMT -8
After setting his TIE Interceptor down in the hangar of the First Order Golan III, the Lutgard, after an uneventful routine patrol flight Captain Poldi Wieck exits his ship and waves to the other two pilots that had been on the patrol with him when they have exited their crafts as well. Rolling his neck and shoulders as members of the hangar crew come over to refuel and check over his TIE, Poldi stops to chat with them for a few moments before heading out of the hangar.
The pilots of the next patrol flight are launching from the hangar as Poldi is making way from it, and he pauses to silently bid them good hunting before making his way to his quarters.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2019 14:45:30 GMT -8
Captain Eilert Hirsch, commander of the Vindicator-class cruiser, the Heilwig, is almost grateful for the break in routine when contacted by Balmorra's local law enforcement for assistance in apprehending a particularly wily smuggling group involved in spice trafficking that has been eluding capture for quite some time. The bald, stocky, forty odd year old Socorran, knowing that a Vindicator-class cruiser would prove easier to avoid than a more agile starfighter trio, begins his hunt by doubling the routine combat patrols sent out, apprising the pilots of the ships known to be a part of the trafficking operation so that they can be on high alert for any ships matching the descriptions. In addition to the increased patrols, Hirsh has probe droids equipped with stealth technology sent out to less frequented routes to and from the planet, the droids programmed to collect intelligence only, not to engage any ships that might match the watchlist they have been provided.
Hirsh is not surprised when, after a week has passed, it is the probe droids that have greater success than the patrols, managing to capture footage of several ships matching descriptions of the smuggling operation. Using the data collected from the probe droids to extrapolate a rough estimate of where and when the smuggling operation is most likely to make the next run, Hirsh has the Assassin-class corvette, the Kasimira, move into as concealed as possible a position near to the calculated point, to await the anticipated alert from the probe droid monitoring that sector. The tactic proves successful, resulting in the capture of one of the ships engaged in the smuggling operation, as well as, more importantly, captives Hirsh has interrogated for additional information about the group that he sends, along with the apprehended fugitives, to Balmorra's law enforcement so that they can follow up on it. WIthin a month, Hirsh learns, the smuggling operation has been effectively destroyed, with its leaders either dead or imprisoned.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Dec 16, 2019 6:42:44 GMT -8
News of Coruscant's annexation would soon spread to Balmorra as well. With the planetary gouverneur doing his best efforts to keep the system in line, further patrols by the Imperial Navy were quite calm, as the Banshee, the former flagship of Rear Admiral Jenia Kasalle in command of Captain Naya Thax, would accompany present Imperial vessels within their duty. With a Victory II-class Star Destroyer along with two Vindicator class cruisers under her command, the aspiring captain and advisor of the Admiral knew that major events within this territory are unlikely to occur, yet there was always the chance of rebellion ahead. Yet Thax was overseeing apart from her fleet as well the TIE/vn project aboard her ship, as Banshee squadron was now tied to her command by orders of the Rear Admiral. Once new orders would come in, Thax would keep to her orders, screening the system for rebell activities and pirates.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 1, 2021 19:25:52 GMT -8
A presence of a pair of Star Destroyers, including military transports, orbited the planet of Balmorra to pick up a new production of their prized war droids that were highly valued across the galaxy. Companies of SD-9s, SD-10s, LON-29s, and gargantuan X-1 Vipers were laid out upon the Balmorran Arms landing area. Immense transports landed and brought in containers of weapons and these war droids for the benefit of the Imperial Military. Caches of these would be sent, of course, to various military outposts and bases for future usage, but a good portion were going to a more necessary purpose: the destruction of the Corellian Coalition.
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Post by Fiora Ren on Aug 21, 2023 17:38:10 GMT -8
Recently promoted Grand Admiral Mira Adik stood upon the bridge of the Aniquilador-class Battlecruiser known as The Malleus, whilst the blue white swirl of Hyperspace spiralled around her flagship. An array of Rapidor-class Cruisers, Rastreador-class Pursuit Frigates, Colmenar-class Fast Transports, a handful of Surtidor-class Heavy Cruisers, and several Cargador-class Carriers made up the Ren's Eighteenth Attack Group. A force that should be more than enough to assault and deal with Balmorra.
As the view of hyperspace receded and was replaced with the primarily brown and blue view of the afore mentioned planet, alert klaxons were sounding hard. TIE Fighters of several different makes and models were launched into action whilst the Capital ships raised their shields and started charging their cannons. Initial reports from scans and intelligence were loading up on the main tactical display, noting the infighting between forces loyal to Baltasar with those loyal to Octavian. Opening a comm line to the planet, Grand Admiral Adik stared into the camera
Citizens and military forces of Balmorra. I am Grand Admiral Mira Adik, representative of Empress Fiora Ren, the true heir to the Empire. Lay down your arms and swear fealty to the true Empress. Any forces that wish to resist, then we will gladly rally those whom see the truth and eradicate those that stand against us...
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Post by Fiora Ren on Sept 26, 2023 8:07:29 GMT -8
Grand Admiral Adik observed the tactical readouts on the holo display, using it to deliver orders down the lines of command to the various ships of the Eighteenth Attack Group. Thus far, neither side had taken the Ren up upon their proposal, but Mira would not be opposed to accepting anyone's surrender
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