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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 22, 2019 16:58:58 GMT -8
Lucien kept his eyes locked with Jenia, his memories seeming to flood back in now, like waves across a beach. It was slightly unnerving for the young Needa, but he managed to keep his composure, returning the same weak smile as he had been.
"You did wonderfully. I... I'm just remembering. The day the siege of Coruscant began. It was a gala just like this one; I guess that's what caused me to remember..."
He was masking a little here, but he didn't want to unduly worry Jenia about what was effectively a trivial matter, and he'd rather she enjoy herself at the ball. He had dragged her here, and he'd be damned if he caused Jenia any undue worry. Even so, though, he'd rather not start dancing for a little while. As a waiter passed by, he picked up a small glass filled with Corellian Brandy. One thing he had inherited from his father was the taste for the drink, if not his Imperal Instincts. His father was far more interested in protocol and tactics than Lucien ever was, preferring to micromanage, while Lucien preferred looking at things on a macro scale.
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Jenia Kasalle
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 23, 2019 14:56:00 GMT -8
She nodded, understanding probably what he felt.
"I can reason that", she then said, looking down as she reflected her own past, "As an Imperial officer myself, I only know too well, how horrible it must be to witness a battle first hand. It was the same thing, when I left the academy and started my career within the Deep Core Remnant as an ensign aboard the first Imperial ship under which I served.
A Carrack-class cruiser. We were just on patrol, when we were overwhelmed by pirates. Interceptor-class vessels as I later found out. Even though we had seemingly the advantage in size, the fight took a sudden turn, when our shields went down. Their concussion missiles breached the hull, taking out the middle section area around the reserve power cells.
Too many officers died that day, having graduated recently from the academy just as I did. Among them two friends of mine.
While I was trapped within another area of the midsection, where electricity had been shut down due to the captain ordering in the meantime the jump to hyperspace.
And although I barely survived, only few metal walls having secluded me from another room, which had been breached, others didn't."
A pause followed, as Jenia repeated what she still remembered and memories of this cruel day were present even then.
"No matter who our enemies were, no matter on which side I fought, whether it be for the Deep Core Remnant, the fifth Empire under Sinestra or the First Order, death was always the same. And that was just a horrible skirmish between our Navy back then and mere pirates - you don't want to hear about the first actual battle I witnessed on board of a Star Destroyer, Lucien. Sometimes those events still haunt me in my dreams... and though they made me what I am, they always show me my failures and the cruelty of life.
I don't want to imagine how it must be for a civilian to witness a war right at his own doorsteps, but I can imagine that you felt nearly as helpless as I did, when I couldn't do anything and just had to hope that our ship just barely survives a hostile encounter. The wars hardened me, but they left their scars on me as well - especially mentally."
She hoped that he could understand why she had to talk about this aspect of her life. She trusted Lucien so far, as she rarely talked about her career if it wasn't required for her to talk. So many stories of untold battles and skirmishes, where she either served under a captain or was herself the captain. And most of them had their own tragic tale to tell in the end, some more bitter than others. Yet Jenia knew that the gala was maybe not the best place for those topics, which was why she gave him an apologizing look afterwards.
"Either way, we should probably talk about something else", she solely stated as she neither intended to ruin the evening for the Imperial Knight.
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Standash Thul
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Post by Standash Thul on May 5, 2020 12:01:51 GMT -8
A shuttle arrives from hyperspace. The trip felt longer than it was. The small crew hadn't seen the VIP they were escorting since she set foot on the craft. She had gone into the small office space in the back and hadn't come out. The shuttle's commander, a lieutenant a few months out of academy, couldn't get a bead on what exactly was happening. His orders were to take someone from Carida to the Kuat Drive Yards. The first thing that caught him off guard was that the VIP only brought one person with her. At over 1.9 meters tall the woman was imposing, and was built like a tank, her armor wasn't standard imperial. She never spoke a word and just took a seat outside the office. As intimidating as she was, the shorter woman they were transporting was more so. She was stunningly beautiful, even in a military uniform. Her eyes terrified the young man, he felt like she could see through him. He just wanted to finish this task and go on to the next one. He sent the transmission to the yard.
Shuttle Caltion to Kuat Drive Yards. Requesting landing permission at executive levels.
Standash was preparing for her meeting. She had met the Grand Moff before and done extensive character studies before accepting her position. Despite this, she went through everything again. She knew she had done good work, but it was always nerve wracking, at any level to get called into the boss's office. There were good things that could come from an in person conversation, but there were bad as well. She had documents for all her choices and actions since taking over Carida, and everything she had done so far with the Humanitarian fleet. She was as ready as she could be.
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Thomas Zahn
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Post by Thomas Zahn on May 8, 2020 3:20:53 GMT -8
As soon as the shuttle exited hyperspace and started on a course towards the Drive Yards, their orbital control systems had started tracking the ship. Scans and look ups for the vessel were conducted, before an orbital control worker was patched in and received the transmission from Lieutenant Ecogn
Shuttle Caltion, this is Kuat Drive Yards traffic control. Your request to land has been granted, please proceed on your current path to hangar bay zulu-tango-niner. An escort will be waiting.
location coordinates for the mentioned hangar bay were sent through to the Shuttle, so the pilot would know where they were going and when they had arrived there. Once landed, an escort would lead Standash from her shuttle to the boardroom that Zahn was presently waiting within
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Post by Sunbringer on Sept 21, 2020 12:44:34 GMT -8
{Continued from Commenor's Orbit}[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *Two Helix-class light interceptors and two T-65BR recon X-wings drop from hyperspace into the system. Weapons cold, they join the rest of the commercial traffic en route to the KDY main spaceport. The X-Wings assume an escort formation around the two freighters. The flight group will arrive at the station in a matter of minutes.*[/i] (a Helix-class light interceptor)~[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *Four soldiers of the Sunbringer's army sit around the cabin, their relaxed postures and laughing demeanors a sharp contrast to the tense excitement on the bridge of the Orelon. Three of them are Thyrsian, one is an Echani. The two Thyrsian males strike a much more imposing physique than the pale-skinned lad from Eshan; even the Thyrsian female looks to be almost as heavily-built as this man. Irreconcilable cultural differences in the past between the two species led to a bloody war of independence; but in the army of the Sunbringer, all are welcomed as brothers. Besides, war is the noblest of activities. Really, the two species should have been grateful for the opportunity.*
*One of the Thyrsian men stands up and makes his way over to the ship's bev-dispenser. On the way, he collects empty glasses from the woman and the Echani. Filling all three with a generous portion of Arkanian sweet milk, he returns to his seat. The soldiers tap their drinks and consume. It's the Echani who finishes his first, to the apparent delight of the others. The drink deliverer claps him on the shoulder and grins.**Callum sets his freshly-emptied glass on the side table with a faint clink and grins sheepishly, pointing his gaze at no one in particular. The other Thyrsian male smiles with lips closed, then shifts his hands around. The beaming smile on the first Thyrsian slips a little.**A voice crackles over the ship's intercom.**The female Thyrsian stands up in response and heads into the cockpit. Callum locks eyes with the grinning man.**The other male laughs and chimes in.*[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *The two Helix-class light interceptors, Sunspot and the Flare enter the enormous public entryway of the KDY facility. At a width of thousands of kilometers, inbound and outbound ships stretch as far as the eye can see. The two escorting T-65BRs pull up and veer off, making their way back to the main Solstice fleet. Meanwhile, the interceptors (actually more akin to freighters) make their way into the complex, looking for a pair of landing spaces not too distant from each other.*{Continued in Kuat Drive Yards}
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Standash Thul
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Post by Standash Thul on Sept 23, 2020 6:36:49 GMT -8
Standash sat in her new office in the Grand Moff's Skyhook. There were options for her office and residance in the oversector capital. She could have had a place planet side, or even taken over a sector of the drive yards. For her primary location she chose a sky hook in between. It hung lower in orbit than the famous ship yard. She felt this served as a reminder that she oversaw the planet as well as the production side of things. She was given the job because she could handle the military interest, but also to lead the people of the world. The Midway, her flagship, and a few other ships of her fleet; a Maxima A-class Heavy Cruiser, 2 Victory IIIs, 2 Sloans, and 2 Needas; sat outside the shipyards the shipyards. The other ships in the fleet were serving their roll as medical ships across the First Order. Docked with her Skyhook was her personal ship, the Hereb. She made contact with Chief Administrator Voss on the ship yards. He was a good administrator and served the First Order well as their representative to the Ship Yards Management. Despite his qualifications, Standash knew that she had be make sure he knew that she was his boss.
Administrator Voss, I trust that you are working on the production predictions I requested yesterday, I wish to review them before I meet with the rest of the board.
Grand Moff Thul, I will see that you have them as soon as possible.
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Post by Standash Thul on Oct 15, 2020 10:20:46 GMT -8
The commander of the Maxima A felt his comlink buzz. It was Chief Administrator Voss from the shipyards. The Administrator was outside of the chain of command, but had access to the command channels, he was also someone with enough influence to desire on your side. The commander listened to the request. Perform a drill and scramble all the fighters on his ship. The Commander could think of a few reasons why the Admin would ask this, few were military. He looked at drill schedule. It had been a while since there was a full scramble drill, so there was no harm. He sent a confirmation request to Captain Janis of the Midway to run the drill and received approval. The Maxima A was one of the few pure military vessels in the fleet so anything to keeps its efficiency up was encouraged. The crew and pilots considered themselves the protectors of the fleet. Klaxons went off across the ship and lights outside. Pilots dropped tasks and got ready as their ships were prepped for launch. The first group, a squadron of the new Nissi interceptors, were out after a min of the alarms going off. Before 10 minutes had passed, all 6 Predator Squadrons, 4 TIE/SF Squadrons, 4 Demolisher Squadrons, and the 3 other TIE Nissi Interceptor Squadrons had deployed and where headed around the drive yards to the far side of the world per the drill assignments. The commander was pleased, but asked for notes and places to improve from all commands.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2020 8:00:53 GMT -8
Entering the system approaching the planet’s dusk side, the Valahia appeared from hyperspace in regards to the alert issued from the Drive Yards that surrounded the planet. The stealth systems engaged upon entry, the Sloane-class Stealth Destroyer slowly approached the world, its systems keeping it hidden from scanners and its distance allowing it to remain out of visual sight. Their first order of business was determining the nature of the alert. Lieutenant Vilrein stood at the front of the bridge in place of his captain, who was in the hangar with her squad, prepping the Silencers should they need to deploy. It was but a moment after they entered the system that he followed Xoia’s orders and sent an secure message to the one who sent the alert, seeking more information.
With the alert, the entire Obsidian Sentinel fleet was on route to answer the call, yet they were requested to gather a system over and wait for further orders. Due to their separate divisions spread across the First Order territories, it would take a little bit of time for all to gather, more than enough for the Valahia to do what her design intended: allow for stealth operations for any purpose.
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Post by Standash Thul on Nov 17, 2020 8:30:04 GMT -8
The Grand Moff waited for the reports she had asked for, and was growing a little impatient. She was understanding, but when she asked for something she wanted it. There were situations of course that would justify this, and she would give him a chance to explain. She was watching through her window as her Maxima A scrambled all of its fighters. then the buzzed the drive yards and continued around the planet. She frowned. She tried not to micro manage, and let the ship commanders run things as they saw fit, but she did ask to be updated on trainings and drills. This one wasn't scheduled. The Maxima was the one ship in her fleet that was totally military. Its job was to protect the rest of the fleet with its fighters. The others were still capable warships, but the fleet was still designed for he fighter cover of the Maxima A. She made note to speak to the commander about it. Some time later, the alert began to signal on her desk. She pulled up files and couldn't see anything, then she received the call from KYD security.
Grand Moff Thul, we have a situation. We believe Administrator Voss has been assassinated by unknown aggressors. Lockdown procedures are in place, sending you the feed on the military encrypted channel.
Standash watches the camera feed from the rank bar, she was familiar with the vital monitoring systems. The video only showed boots mostly, the audio was not perfectly clear, but enough to get the gist. She had to stifle her anger at being challenged by anyone. She pulled up the lockdown procedures, and nodded. They were a great start.
Good work Trooper, maintain the parameter and the lockdown. I am on my way and will be there quickly.
She first keyed, the com to the skyhook. Her personal platoon of mirrored green armored troopers, and the squad of her Hapean guards were all ordered to suit up and meet on the Hereb, and the full crew was called to make it ready quickly. The then keyed the fleet, and all military ships in the area, to coordinate and brief.
This is Grand Moff Thul. There has been an attack on the Drive Yards executive team, Administrator Voss is dead. At this time, it is unknown if this is an isolated incident or a part of a larger attack. All ships on red alert. Planet side, ground everything but garrison fighters. All first order assets present, transmit your operation status to the Hereb on secure channels. I need to know who and what we have here. I will be in rout to the Drive Yards myself to manage the situation from there.She keyed the Maxima A privately. Commander, get your fighters back here quickly.
She made her way to the Hereb, once there she found her armor. Heavier than storm trooper armor, and more of an off white, it had a personal shield and was a contrast to her gray green uniform under it. She them made her way to the bridge as the crew prepared for the launch. She began to look at the report of assets coming in as the minutes ticked passed.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2020 8:39:24 GMT -8
Receiving a transmission from the Grand Moff, the comma officer dialed in on the channel and connected with it on the secure channel as requested. When the officer confirmed they were online, Vilrein stepped up and spoke.
Grand Moff Thul, this is Lieutenant Vilrein of the Valahia, Stealth and Special Tactics division of the Obsidian Sentinel Fleet. The other divisions are currently gathering in the next system and are awaiting orders. My Captain, Xoia Reyes, is currently standing by, ready to deploy with her starfighter squadron. Transmitting the full fleet layout now.
Nodding to the comms officer, he acknowledged permission to send over the fleet’s make up. In total, it consisted of a single Victory III-class Star Destroyer, two Vindicator-class Heavy Cruisers, three Gladiator III-class Star Destroyers, eight Ardent-class Fast Frigates, four Imperial variant EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigates, seven Sloane-class Destroyers, the Sloane-class Stealth Destroyer the Lieutenant was speaking from, and four Raider II-class Corvettes along with the entirety of the fighter compliments.
Until the Grand Moff gave her orders, the fleet would remain held back and the Valahia would hold position outside of visual range.
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Post by Standash Thul on Dec 9, 2020 12:28:09 GMT -8
The Hereb was on its way towards the Drive Yards, updates were coming in, data was being entered. The Executive ship's staff were proving why they were assigned here. Important information was forwarded to the Grand Moff.
Lieutenant Vilrein and Captain Reyes, received and acknowledged. Deploy at your ready and stand by for further orders.
Grand Admiral, I wish it was under better circumstances, but nice to have you here. All Ships, Grand Admiral Jenia Kasalle is in command of fleet operations, forwarding all asset information too your ship. The ships present should be more than enough hand handle anything other than a full fleet attack. She paused to herself going through the list of non friendly entities, none that would be so brash as to attack the First Order in such a way at this point. She too the pause to tell a comms officer to notify Coruscant and central Fleet command. She still didn't know what was happening but being thorough was always good. This could be cooperate espionage gone bad, or even a personal hit on Voss. He was a good officer but he was ambitious. Ambition often causes enemies. The ship made its way to the drive yard.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2020 9:39:24 GMT -8
Having received the orders from the Grand Moff, Lieutenant Vilrein conveyed the message to Xoia, who gave him his further instructions. Contacting the rest of the fleet, he passed along the orders that once they were gathered and ready, they were to jump into the system and stand by for further orders. With the message sent, VIlrein ordered the ship on stand by.
Having received word from her Lieutenant, she adjusted her headset as she finished the last of her pre-flight checks. Alright Razgriz, we have our orders. Deploy and remain in diamond formation as we patrol the area and wait for further orders. Getting acknowledgment from the other three pilots, the TIE Silencers departed the hangar and began to patrol the area around the ship as they waited for the next orders, preparing for the arrival or departure of any unknowns.
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Standash Thul
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Post by Standash Thul on May 17, 2021 8:20:27 GMT -8
Standash was taught how to fly as a girl. Never with much emphasis, but enough to get by. As she rose through the ranks this wore at her a little, feeling that she couldn't really fly her own ships. This was more evident when she realized all that the Hereb was capable of. Not many things could make her feel inferior, but the way her pilots could make the Corvette perform like and interceptor was one of them. She had asked for lessons on flying the ship. It was her ship and she should be able to make it dance. Her pilots were excited but nervous to teach their boss. The proving grounds in near the Drive Yards were chose for the lessons.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 14, 2021 12:15:50 GMT -8
What was Kuat to the galaxy? The finest of the shipyard producers? For certain. A widely respected and rich world, fat from the profits made in the ring above? Certainly. A fortress within the resurgent Empire? Absolutely. It was a military world more than before, since the founding of the first Galactic Empire. Kuat was a world that fell under military control due to its necessity and priority. Hence why these sorts of worlds, like Yaga Minor, Bilbringi, and Balmorra, fall outside the authority of the economic department and remain firmly within the tight grip of the Imperial Military. First dibs on resources were given to these worlds in order to fuel the never-ending war machine. As of late, it began to peak once more as new orders flooded to the reigning Commandant, Grand Moff Thul, and other commanding personnel. There was something on the horizon, and the Emperor needed his fleets to be ready for what was to come.
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Post by Standash Thul on May 20, 2022 19:00:34 GMT -8
Standash sat in her skyhook office. She smiled thinking about this place. When she was assigned to New Carida, she dreamed of an office like this one. It commanded more respect a prestige. Kuat was the cornerstone of the First Order. It represented more power than arguably any other system, even Coruscant. The fleets constructed here had changed and forged the galaxy. Despite this, she always missed her office on New Carida. It was more fitting of her now. Subtle, and behind the scenes. This was more in your face, a reminder of her past life. She watched the ships coming into and out of the massive ring. It was peaceful in its own way. She was thinking of this when she saw the last thing she wanted to see. A fleet of red triangles appeared out of hyperspace. She instantly knew who would be leading that fleet. She was not ready to deal with him again. She was still bitter after rebuffed her on Revlin. She had gotten vulnerable, and he passed her over. Despite this, she knew how to play the game. She knew how to play better than most, and most definitely better than Brock. She cued the domestic staff. Prepare the Executive suite for a VIP guest and support staff. This was an advantage to this office over New Carida. This Skyhook had the purpose of entertaining the top 100 people in the First Order. She then keyed direct communication to the ships of the Crimson Command.Hello ships of the Crimson Command, welcome to Kuat. There are bays assigned to Imperial Knights assets at 7645- 8690. I will have the specialists meet you there to discuss any repairs or refits. Brock Ferrum , I have arranged for you and your staff here on the executive Skyhook. We await your shuttle. She cut the transmission to keep the man from denying and ignoring the public request. She then smiled and gave in a little. She turned to the protocol droid in the corner. JL-3PO, please have a keg of my personal stash of Alderianian Stout and a bottle of Kuati Liqueur placed in the Suite. The Droid wandered off and she waited for the unpleasant night that was to come.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on May 22, 2022 13:29:50 GMT -8
Dropping out of hyperspace the 12 red Victory II and III star destroyers were an impressive sight. Formed up into a series of 4 triangles in an overlapping diamond formation with each triad slightly higher than the last the fleet was prepared for trouble, even if no one in the fleet truly expected trouble for a simple refit in the heart of the empire. Standing on the command walkway of the Consolation Prize, his personal flagship, Brock was preparing to leave the refit to his commanders when Kuat's local Grand Moff, and major pain in the side, issued her unrefusable invitation. For a moment Brock is tempted to ignore it however he'd been instructed to play nicely with the Grand Moff and so resigned himself to a few hours delay and annoyance. He collected Vice Admiral Kress from the bridge and issued a communication for Colonel Gordon to meet them in the hangar bay.
A short time later Brock Piloted his own Sigma-class shuttle into the executive hangar of the Grand Moff's skyhook. The Imperial Knight and his two high officers exited the shuttle, the two military officers in red variations of the standard FO uniform and Brock wearing his usual gold and white armor. After a serious of unnecessary formalities from one aide or another the three are eventually led to the executive suite. Brock can't help but let out a small snort of derision for the opulence of the place, it was a place built for the elite of the elite and reflected as such in every fine surface and unnecessarily gaudy art piece. Gesturing for his officers to enjoy the refreshments Brock instead eyes the door, waiting for the inevitable visitor.
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Post by Standash Thul on May 22, 2022 20:37:36 GMT -8
The Grand Moff sat in her office and made sure everything would be perfect for the red ships' resupply, refit, and repair. She was not going to let Brock have any reason to doubt her. She grew instantly frustrated and threw her datapad against a wroshyr wood self. The plasteel and glass broke and cracked against the harder wood. Why does that man drive me so crazy!She yelled. No one other than the protocol droid that had returned after delivering the drinks could be seen. The droid yelped like an astromech at the unusual outburst from its master. It regained and went to clean up the shattered pad. It hit the door release to dispose of the trash. Standash didn't notice, and even if she had she would have thought nothing of it. This part of the Skyhook her staff only visited when they were summoned. I am sorry about that JL. That man just makes me so frustrated. He was born with such a rare gift and he looks down on those of us that have to use other means to get what he was given. I don't enjoy manipulating people or even playing the games of politics. I am good at it, very good, but I wish I didn't have to be. This office isn't me anymore, it is just who I need to appear to be. But with those skills, I fear no one. I can beat the most powerful force user by winning hearts and loyalty. They can keep their Force, meanwhile, I can make real change by helping everyone. I can inspire, I know I can. I do wish that Brock could see that. See that I am not just some greedy politician. If I wanted that life, I could have stayed on Alderaan. I do not know what has me so interested in what he thinks though... Normally, if I had this contention, I would look for a means to break them. Him, I don't want that... Him, I just want you to understand me. Most frustrating was when he ignored me on Ravelin. I had tried to open up and let my defenses down. I still have no idea why I felt compelled to do that. It was probably one of those mind tricks of theirs She chuckled to herself and the droid. And spoke to it.I do love you droids, you can just listen. You are great at that. Though sometimes a do wish you had answers...The droids eyes lit up before Standash cut it offIts ok JL, you don't have to... listening is enough.
She keyed a comlink to Brock's personal line. She smiled, she knew that it would bug him, the reminder that she had access to it. Grand Moff's had some benefits.Brock, I extend a personal invitation to my office. I have things to discuss with you.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Jun 19, 2022 16:10:58 GMT -8
When it became clear that the Grand Moff was going to delay greeting her visitors Brock decided to go and get the interaction out of the way so he could excuse himself to return to Coruscant sooner rather than later. He isn't precisely eavesdropping on the Grand Moff as he makes his way toward her office, but it's not hard to overhear her loud voice as he moves quietly through the hallways of the skyhook near her office. He couldn't be sure about the authenticity of her outburst, was it truly a glimpse into the real person or just another manipulation meant to be overheard. There was no way to tell for certain and that was what frustrated him most about his interactions with the woman. Rather than answering him Comm he simply took the last few steps to her doorway and spoke as if he'd been in the room the whole time, taking care to keep his tone neutral, shunting aside his frustration and keeping a wary eye and ear on the interaction that was about to take place. Perhaps you simply misunderstand the nature of the force. There was a part of him that enjoyed the dramatic entrance for it's own sake, but a deeper part was actually curious about how much she truly understood about those who could access the power of the Force.
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Post by Standash Thul on Jun 28, 2022 20:55:06 GMT -8
At his voice the droid, yipped again and Standash turned and dropped into an echani defensive stance a reflex from years of practice, grabbing the Beskar Tomahawk from its place behind her desk. When she realized who it was, her eyes filled with venom and anger. But she relaxed; she would not give him the satisfaction of her anger. She stood up and placed the weapon in its place.It is a gift that you use to feel entitled. You have just demonstrated that. You are a head of a powerful arm of the First Order, and brother to the Emporer, but even the Emperor himself does not eavesdrop. This is my domain, and even he respects that. Instead, you use your power as a right. I invite you here as a friend and you behave like this.Her voice had begun to rise again. She stopped and breathed. No, I will not give you the satisfaction of my anger. I called you here so we can clear the air between us. For some reason that I cannot fathom, I care what you think about things and me. Maybe I don't know the full nature of the force. But I do know that my ancestor put faith in your kind to protect the galaxy. They told him that they could be counted on to see evil coming and could stop it. They lied and let another Force user gain control. But they inspired enough loyalty from a great man that he still supported them, driving those other Force users to destroy my world, my home, my birthright. New Alderaan is beautiful, but it will always be a terraformed imitation of real true beauty. Deep down in the heart of every Alderaanian, we know that. For millennia, Force users have fought each other in greater and greater religious wars, and it is the rest of us that suffer and clean up the pieces. I have seen the way you look at me... You think I am manipulative, cunning, cold, and calculating. And you are right. I am all of those things. I have to be to survive in your world Brock. I have to learn and plan so tragedies like Alderaan and Carida never happen again. You have a gift, one that can be of so much good, one you have used for so much good. But also one that can rip apart life for everyone else. I learned how to use my gifts to survive.
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Post by Fiora Ren on Jun 17, 2023 18:37:37 GMT -8
Operation: Hammerfall
A single Aniquilador-class Battlecruiser shot out of hyperspace above Kuat, well within the defensive range of the local fleet and stations. Shields were raised as power was diverted from the hyperdrive to the weapon systems to assist with bringing them online much faster. Meanwhile, The vessel output its IFF which identified it as the Reaper, flagship of the Ren's Scourge Squadron. Something which would undoubtedly cause some initial confusion amongst those under the command of Admiral Ner Nanrah. But their confusion would have only just began as Fiora's face and voice was projected across local frequencies. Her helmet, for this occasion, was off to reveal her pale skin and long flowing red hair. She hoped that reminding them of who she was and what she looked like might evoke feelings of loyalty and avoid too major a conflict
Citizens and Defending forces of Kuat, I am Empress Fiora Ren, true heir to the Throne of the First Order. Today I come before you after uncovering an insidious and horrible conspiracy within the Royal Family... The actions of Brock Ferrum and Baltasar Delvardus have seen countless innocents callously slaughtered to try and weaken the Knights of Ren and, eventually, to try and assassinate me. It pains me to think those that claim to be my family would be responsible for such evil, but alas the proof that it is them is damning... So, as Empress, I request that you submit: Join the True Empire and help rid us of these malign elements which seek to weaken us for their own gain. To those whom owe allegiance to those traitors... Surrender and face Justice. Resist, and there will be no mercy...
A little over another half dozen Aniquilador-class Battlecruisers dropped out of hyperspace around the Reaper, with an array of Pacificador-class Battlecarriers, Cazador-class Star Destroyers appearing alongside them in a large expanding net like formation. They were quickly joined by Cargador-class Carriers, Surtidor-class Heavy Cruisers, Prohibidor-class Interdictors, Rastreador-class Pursuit Frigates, Colmenar-class Fast Transports, and Golpeador-class Frigates. Their call signs all marking them as vessels of Scourge Squadron, but each with a different Battle Group.
Aboard the bridge of the Reaper, Fiora shot a glance toward Harnan Ren seated upon his Command Throne and Grand Admiral John Smith whom was nearby as the pair co-ordinated the fleet as it appeared over Kuat and pulled into formation. Jamming signals were brought online across the Empire's long range signals to prevent calls for backup and any agents locally alerting their masters to what was happening. Meanwhile, assault crews were undergoing final preparations for an attack on the Kuat Drive Yards in the event that the defenders did not surrender
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