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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Aug 11, 2016 16:19:00 GMT -8
In the days following the appointment of Senator Dunn as special envoy tasked with representing Taris at the rumored trade deal with the First Order. Prime Minister Nadal Swoon decides to make a public address...
=Prime Minister Swoon=
Greetings my fellow Tarisians, I come before you to address the many rumors that have been circulating specifically concerning the First Order. My office has been working diligently with the senate to address the many your concerns. It is, in fact, true that my office, in coordination with the senate has decided to seek a formal trade deal with the First Order. After a brief special session of the senate, the senate appointed one of their own as the special envoy to negotiate with the First Order. Senator Dunn is more than qualified to head up the deal on all of our behave. His long standing reputation and excellent work within the senate made his appointment an effortless decision. Rest assured, that Taris comes first in the deal. We have all heard the disturbing reports from within the region about the expansion of the First Order. We are not intimidated and we will defend our sovereignty at all costs... But, we also do not want an unnecessary war. A solid trade deal with the First Order will be mutually beneficial. They will have an economic ally in this region and we will have a trading partner that already has well established lines of trade. Taris is struggling, since the establishment of the Hydian Trade Route we have had a terrible burden placed upon us. This vital trade deal could very well put an end to that burden. I will now allow Senator Dunn speak on his behalf... After a brief pause the crass, in your face talking Senator Dunn begins. Thanks Prime Minister Swoon, I would like to thank the prime minister and my colleagues in the senate. I am very honored to have been made envoy of this vital deal. I'll be honest... I was absolutely against this idea... until they made me the envoy! I'll tell yah folks, I'm gonna get Taris a great deal, it'll be so great you will feel bad for the First Order. Seriously! We are going to have a deal that will make Taris great again! This terrific deal will bring jobs, security, and power back to everyday Tarisians. This deal is only the first step folks. Once I get us this awesome trade deal we are going to need absolutely new leadership! I will be putting forth a vote of no confidence in the senate and seek the leadership for myself. We need someone that can enforce this trade deal, someone who won't cave to political pressures,and someone more seasoned in the art of the deal! That's one hundred percent me, folks. When I'm made Prime Minister the First Order won't dare mess with Taris. If need be I'll order a blockade, when a nice big opening for free trade and LEGAL immigration. Cause I gotta feeling their biggest export are refugees. Look I'm all about this trade deal, folks, but this thing isn't going to be lame and weak like our prime minister. We are going to be winning, day one when this deal is done. Rest assured people... I got this. Thank you and have a great one.
Within seconds of the broadcast ending political correspondents and media networks all over Taris erupted. The news of a special envoy denouncing his own job and then calling for a new leader was either political suicide or political genius... time will tell.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Aug 18, 2016 19:31:22 GMT -8
In the days following the national address from both Prime Minister Nadal Swoon and Senator Donald Dunn public opinion had turned negative. With public opinion rapidly turning against a trade deal with the First Order, the Tarisian Senate announces that the First Order is sending none of than Admiral Zuka Zammanee Tarkin. In the hours after the announcement public opinion about the trade deal improves. In an attempt to ease the public Senator and Special Envoy to the trade deal Donald Dunn and Senator Ramoon Poole join the media circuit to rally support. Holo feeds all across Taris tune into TNN Special Report...."Welcome back to Special Report with Bolf Wlitzer, I'm Bolf Wlitzer. As reported yesterday, the senate announced that the First Order will be sending Admiral Zuka Zammanee Tarkin to represent the interests of the First Order and negotiate on behalf of the FO. As every Tarisian knows, Admiral Tarkin is the cousin of the late Emperor Raven Tarkin, when Taris was the capital of the Tarisian Empire. Senators...will this become an issue at the negotiation table?"Senator Poole begins, but is cut off by Senator Dunn..."Sorry, Ramoon, but I'm the only one able to effectively answer the question. Bolf, it's absolutely a concern of mine. I mean the man has a conflict of interest, I cant believe the First Order would send this guy. I mean, I hear the guy is in terrible health anyway. Completely wrong choice, in my opinion."Senator Poole chimes in..."Well I see you have managed to interrupt all while never answering the question. The answer is very clear, Admiral Tarkin is a respected officer in the First Order, he has had direct experience with our world, he was the most obvious choice. I do not foresee an issue, and nor do I foresee a conflict of interest.". Senator Dunn attempts to rebuttal, but the host ends the attempt with a commercial break..." And we are back! Thank you for tuning in once again, we have with us Senators Donald Dunn and Ramoon Poole. Senators, there are rumors that Admiral Tarkin recently led the First Order's invasion of Agamar and in that campaign he had the Agamarian Council executed. With that said, aren't we morally obligated to not do business with the First Order and what if a deal cannot be obtained?" Once again Senator Dunn begins..."I knew about those reports folks! And SENATOR Poole and his allies pushed and pushed for a deal! These First Order guys, these guys are not nice people. The only reason I accepted the position of special envoy was because establishment politicians like Ramoon here were forcing the deal. I am the only one who can make us a great deal." Senator Poole interrupts..."AND here we go with lies and half truths that didn't even answer the question asked. Donald, you were made envoy because you managed to get every senator representing the Lower City to support your own political agenda. I specifically recall you threatening gang violence if you weren't made envoy."Senator Dunn interrupts..."Lies, Lies, Lies! This guy is just mad he wasn't made envoy of his own plan!"Senator Poole continues, "Back to the topic, the rumors of Agamar are exactly that... they are rumors. The only moral obligation we face is to secure Taris' future. If Senator Dunn is unable to work with the FO's representative...well then the senate will find someone who can. It's pretty obvious that Senator Dunn does not believe in this deal and should be a big enough man to recuse himself.Bolf Wlitzer interrupts, "That's all the time we have tonight, thank you Senators. Until next time, I'm Bolf Wlitzer and this is TNN Special Report.The public was now beginning to see that Senator Dunn was indeed biased and with Senator Poole countering him publicly the senator was looking more and more reasonable. With Prime Minister Swoon and Senator Dunn's approval rates falling, Senator Ramoon Poole's numbers were at an all time high, only time will tell what the senator will do with such favorability...
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Sept 9, 2016 14:18:28 GMT -8
*Thrakk had made his way up to the Upper City without a problem. He can immediately feel the difference of the environment here as his lungs and eyes had begun to stop burning from the toxic air that was in the Under City. blending in with the civilian populace, Thrakk makes his way to the central plaza below a tall gleaming Tower which served as the Tarisian governments headquarters. If the politics of this take over where not so delicate, he would just simply bring the entire building down and destroy any semblance of the government hierarchy on the planet and the place his own people in key positions of power. But this was not his campaign or his planet to take, this world was Tarkin's and it would be taken his way. While Thrakk acts as if he is just simply enjoying the plaza gardens, he uses his wrist data link to scan the building and upload any needed blue prints of the structure that may come in hand. Once this was done, Thrakk links up his data link to Tarisian security link, he encrypts a code that would notify him if any of the cities cameras caught a glimpse of any of the senators he was hunting. This would make tracking them far easier then trying to pin point their specific presences in the force amongst a planet with billions of living things inhabiting it.
Thrakk departs the plaza and decides on who to take down first, his intelligence reports from Zuka indicate that Senator Dorn and Veer where particularly close in relationship, with that bein the case Thrakk knew he could eliminate the pair together and with relative ease. The only problem was that one Sentor's death may make the news but wouldn't bring about much worry to the others, two or three deaths would most likely make the other politicians in the Tarisian government feel a sense of paranoia which may cause for problems in the future. Thrakk waits until nightfall before enacting his plan, he had been trailing Senator Dorn for a few hours and it of course led him to an extremely exclusive and high priced hotel in the entertainment district of the Upper City. He knew that Dorn would be meeting Veer their, and part if wanted to laugh as he remembered what he told Aeryn almost 20 years prior.... " Love Kills"
Thrakk makes his way into the hotel and through the force finds out the room the pair where located in. After a few minutes he had made his way to the top floor of the hotel and was standing just outside the hotel room door. With a simple wave of his hand the room door lock clicks and Thrakk enters. Dorn was in the refresher, while Veer was casually making drinks at the bar. Thrakk moves with silence and with the force stops Veer's heart. Any sounds he makes while dying would not be heard over the refresher that Dorn was in. Thrakk puts Veer's body on the bed and grabs one of the drinks he had made. Sitting down in a rather comfortable chair, Thrakk sips his drink and waits for Dorn.
Dorn in the nude comes out of the refresher room with a face of pure shock as he sees Thrakk sitting in the main room, his face then changes to utter terror as he sees Veer's lifeless body on the bed. *
" Senator Dorn glad you could join us, though your partner does not talk much "
* The Senator bursts into tears, his words incoherent as he rushes over to Veer's lifeless body. Thrakk finishing his drink stands up and crushes the Senators vocal cords with the force and holds him in place. Pulling out a small hold out blaster, Thrakk places the weapon in Veers hand and fires two shots into Dorn's chest. As Dorn lay dying in silence, Thrakk drags Veer's body over to the balcony but does not go out on to it for he did want any trace of being here to be recorded. Thrakk new he only had a few minutes before Hotel security would show up asking about the shots that would have been heard from the other rooms, with the force Thrakk makes it look as if Veer walks out onto the balcony and then jumps off of it. They would find his body several hundred stories down splattered on the duracrete.
Thrakk then exits the hotel room, his job done and two senators off of his list. He knew the police would call it a lovers suicide with Veer having shot Dorn then jumping off the balcony. it wasn't his style to kill in this way but it was the smartest way to keep the public eye focused on something other then First Order on their door step and also keep the other Senators from thinking they where in danger.
After exiting the hotel Thrakk begins to search for his next target, Senator Holcomb, this one should prove to be much more interesting as he heads to the Residential District of the Upper City. *
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Sept 21, 2016 8:32:47 GMT -8
Lord Valinor's comm link chirped alive before a message from Commander Remus onboard the Infermius Fury in orbit. Lord Valinor, you and I have not been introduced, I am Commander Remus I have updated intel on our mission. Admiral Tarkin's agent that was supposed to eliminate the Hidden Beks and retrieve digital evidence of Senator Dunn's corrupt ties to the gang has not reported in. Intel suggests that the Hidden Beks are capitalizing on the ongoing war you instigated. It would be preferable if their leader were to look as though he was eliminated by the rival gangs, though my intel indicates none are actually capable of doing so... your unique expertise is required, sir....
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Sept 21, 2016 9:50:21 GMT -8
* Thrakk curses under his breath as he listens to the message from his comm link. He was still adapting to working with others but it was these types of set backs that made Thrakk turn to do doing things his own way, which sometimes did make his allies not to happy. He had warned Zuka that if his plan did not work then he would accomplish the mission by any means necessary. Thrakk thinks for a moment, then lets out a sigh, though he wanted nothing more then to just walk into the Tarisian government headquarters and kill everyone and forcibly claim the planet; he knew Zuka had a method to his plan and Thrakk would follow it to a certain degree.
Tapping his comm link Thrakk replies to Commander Remus*
" Understood...Keep a constat feed open to my secure data link with any updates of needed information. I will handle this set back "
* Thrakk diverts his course back to the under city. The Senators would have get to live just a bit longer *
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 2, 2017 19:09:38 GMT -8
Ever since the subjugation of Taris to the First Order's control, much of the planet's security fell to General Caster Krannurak, commander of the Imperial 1st Corps, which was a detachment of the Imperial Core Army for the First Order Military. General Krannurak had been present on Dantooine and served the Supreme Commander before then, earning his rank of General for his services rendered during the Chiss campaigns. Krannurak was a middle aged Imperial from Yaga Minor who had come into the services of the First Order shortly after his homeworld was taken by the Imperials. Yaga Minor being the first planet to be taken by the First Order made Krannurak one of the earliest of new recruits into the officer ranks of this faction. From there, he propelled upwards, showing diligence and discipline, yet his personality was rash and his methods a bit crude.
It did not matter to the Supreme Commander as long as General Krannurak kept giving results. If such deeds continued, the General would continue to be an asset to his superior and remain commander of the Imperial 1st Corps, a heavy assault division that were the first to land on Dantooine and garnered a reputation for its ruthlessness. Left on garrison duty, the General served as the highest ranking official present that oversaw the security of Taris and its continued allegiance to the First Order.
1st Imperial Division: Commanded by General Caster Krannurak
- 20,000 Stormtroopers (I, II, II, IV)
21st Assault Armor Division
- 25 AT-ATs, 50 Imperial Repulsortank 1-Hs, 100 2-M Saber-class Repulsor tanks
122nd Assault Armor Division
- 100 AT-ST/As, 100 TX-130T fighter tanks
9th Armor Reserve
- 50 AT-TEs, 100 AT-STs
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 11, 2017 10:10:30 GMT -8
With Taris secured in the recent battle, the planet underwent a series of reforms, designated as the 'Path to Imperial Enlightenment' pushed through by local politicians, collaborators and Imperial commissars that lurked upon its surface. A number of people were arrested for speaking out against the regime and for charges of suspected sympathies towards the Galactic Alliance. These 'witch-hunts' were ruthless and decisive as a means to keep the planet securely under the grasp of the First Order due to its significant upon major trade routes that brought significant revenue to the Imperial coffers. The Supreme Commander would ensure dissidence was stamped out and order kept fully secure for the future of his nation.
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Post by Lysandre Beauveu-Panteer on Dec 15, 2018 12:50:42 GMT -8
Lysandre exited the Tarisian embassy. Having visited for the purpose of obtaining express consent to enter the governmental sector, which, as one could imagine, was under heavy guard following the occupation of the planet. And, unsurprisingly, the consul had happily obliged. Whether or not his status as a noble had anything to do with it was up for debate, but it certainly didn't hurt. And so Lysandre, guarded by several Coureurs Rouges, approached two guardsmen outside of the governmental district's gate. As they approached, the two soldiers raised their rifles at the men, and an officer came out to greet them.
Halt! Only authorized personnel are allowed beyond this point. Move along.
"Here are my papers."
You have papers, eh? Hm... well, everything looks to be in order. Carry on.
Panteer nodded to the sergeant, who then stepped back and shouted to the commander to open the gate. The large metal gate, flush with the wall, moved seamlessly to the side, allowing the group to enter the secluded zone. Unlike the rest of the Upper City, this zone was quiet and orderly. One could hear the fountain at the front of the government building, the calming sound of the water becoming more pronounced as they crossed the plaza in front of the building, where several evidently high members of society sat under the watchful eye of a statue of the Emperor. It had been quite some time since Lysandre had met the man on Aargau. Entering through the glass front of the building, which were emblazoned with the emblem of the new regime. In the lobby of the building, what appeared to be a large mosaic of the First Order's emblem on the floor. A droid sat behind the reception desk, his black plating contrasting with the steel color of the rest of the building.
"Droid! Where is the Solstice?"
Go to the East Tower, make your way up the elevator to the top floor.
Following the droid's instructions, he entered the futuristic space. A high end restaurant, this was a favorite for high ranking Imperials and government officials on Taris to visit. The sleek white design, with black used to highlight and define the space through exotic plants that looked like black bamboo, and backlighting in red provided by the backset lights, that couldn't be seen. And, most importantly, one had view over the entire vicinity, due to the massive panes of glass. As he entered, he surveyed the room, looking for the familiar red hair of the Emperor.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 17, 2018 21:21:12 GMT -8
Nicademus never liked these kinds of meetings. But this was what had been set up by the Imperial Ambassador situated on Taris with the Alderaanian Embassy. The Imperial felt he would need to speak with this individual and remind him of the frugality that is instilled by the principles of the First Order. Rigid and Spartan was the ongoing code of the renewed Empire, something that began under the militaristic regime of the Deep Core Remnant and exemplified by the Emperor's continued fashion in an officer's uniform. The only add-ons were the change of fabric from steel grey to raven black and the addition of a trench coat rested comfortably on his shoulders. As the Imperial waited silently, his finger was the only thing that broke the silence, tapping lightly upon the pristine surface of the table.
Below them were a number of high-ranking officials and nobility of the Empire that came here often, the perk of stability and order that the First Order was very good at ensuring. The room was adorned rather lavishly to attract customers and visitors. However, it did clash with the standing guard of the Emperor. A few of his Praetorians and several Stormtroopers, adorned with grey indicators on their armor, and the emblem of a blazing Stormtrooper helmet on their shoulders, to signify their rank as members of the Braxant Legionnaires, the Emperor's personal guard. Also with him was his brother, the High Marshal Baltasar, and the Imperial Ambassador on Taris.
The doors hissed nearby, revealing the person in question who Nicademus had not seen in many years. An old acquaintance from his days as ruler of the Deep Core Remnant and a person who shared in the ideologies of the renewed Empire, the Alderaanian nobleman, Lysandre Beauveu-Panteer. And Nicademus thought his name was a mouthful. The Imperial rises, causing the other two rise with him. His gloved hand was extended to Lysandre as the male approached.
Lysandre, it has been almost a decade since we last saw each other. It seems that time has been on you as you seem as healthy as the day we met on Aargau. Although, times are different now... for once I was Supreme Commander and now I am Emperor. And back then, you were not King of Alderaan just yet. Now, you are. I give you my congratulations on your elevation to such a title.
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Post by Lysandre Beauveu-Panteer on Jan 3, 2019 20:34:27 GMT -8
"Emperor Delvardus. A pleasure to see you again. And may I extend similar congratulations to you, seeing as you are now leader of a third of the known galaxy. How times have changed."
Meeting Nicademus' hand halfway, Lysandre shook the other man's hand firmly, the almost earthy, raw umber leather of his own glove providing a degree of difference from the cold, sable color of the Emperor's. Looking at him in a level fashion, Lysandre attempted to distinguish any hint of emotion in his contemporary's eye, but he was unreadable as ever. The last time they had met, Lysandre had been fairly impressed with what Nicademus had achieved, and had made a mental note to keep an eye on him. And his suspicions were not disappointed. Though not actively spying on him, agents were to inform him if any major headlines with his name were to appear. And, following the declaration of war between the Galactic Alliance and the mysterious First Order, he was nearly sure that one of the Delvardus children had to be the leader of this new faction, and it was most likely the eldest of them. He did have a vested interest in First Order, as it embodied many of the values that so attracted him to past leaders such as Pellaeon, while seemingly making an active effort to keep a lid on the many inefficiencies that had hampered Empires before it. The two Coureurs Rouges made their way to the edges of the room, joining the multitude of guards that would typically accompany an Emperor. Cordially nodding to the other two men, he could clearly tell one was the current Field Marshall of the First Order, judging simply by the uniform. However, he was unsure as to the identity of the other man beyond the fact that he was some sort of ambassador.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 17, 2019 19:59:00 GMT -8
Nicademus gestures for his guest to be seated. Eventually, the Ambassador of New Alderaan and the Field Marshall Baltasar would sit as well. This had been a long meeting in the making from what the Emperor had been informed. With the elevation of Lysandre to the throne of the planet, this was a chance for the First Order to establish stronger ties and a presence within that section of the galaxy. Granted, it was further away than any other territories of the Empire, but with the Galactic Alliance destroyed, a power vacuum had been left by the Imperials. New Alderaan was situated to be a place to capitalize on the new vacuum.
Tell me, Lysandre, the Ambassador here tells me that you requested this meeting. I take it that with your elevation, you desire some sort of agreement with the Empire?
Nicademus glances at the ambassador who nods curtly.
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Post by Lysandre Beauveu-Panteer on Apr 17, 2019 19:50:45 GMT -8
Lysandre folded his hands, the gloved leather contrasting the airy color of the table. Outside the building they were in, traffic proceeded more or less as it normally would. Red flags flew from the tops of many buildings, while banners hung from the tallest buildings here in the Upper City. Clearly, the Imperial Propaganda machine was at work as usual. Promoting the homologous Imperial Culture that many seemed so fond of. Lysandre, however, preferred the individualism that Alderaan was famous for. He might have wanted to align with the First Order, but his intention was not total absorption. However, luckily for him, Imperialism and individualism were not mutually exclusive.
"Indeed. The balance of power is... shifting in the galaxy, and it is time Alderaan began to embrace new ideas."
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Post by Lucien Needa on May 14, 2019 16:51:58 GMT -8
Basilic was a restaurant located just off the main government plaza of the Upper City of Taris. Many important meeting throughout Tarisian history have occurred at this place, and it's building and attached hotel are easily distinguishable from the rest of the city by the large globe atop the tower the well-known business inhabits. Well known for its high-end Coruscanti fare coupled with stellar wines from across the galaxy, it was a favorite for those Imperials who sought a more refined culinary experience but did not have the time to travel either to Muunilinst or Coruscant. Lucien, in his usual fashion, had sought out this restaurant, as it was well known among the Imperial ranks. However, he had the typical misfortune of arriving at the place about 20 minutes before he had actually set his reservation, meaning that he was forced to wait outside in the winter cold of Taris until the time he had set. As such, he had taken to an idle conversation with some of the nearby officers about rumors floating about the First Order. A great deal of it was about postings, commanding officers, and other such tidbits of information that were handy to have as a new member of the organization. As a light dusting of snow fell on his brown leather coat, he observed the small, crystalline flakes fall upon the rest of the city, illuminated by the lighting that bathed the city at night.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 1, 2019 17:42:12 GMT -8
A gem as ever, Taris glowed within the Outer Rim as a prize of the resurgent Empire. It was a place of vital trade, especially between the Mandalorians of Clan Bralor and both the Outer and Inner Imperial territories. Its security was of an utmost importance, ensuring a strong and well trained garrison was placed there to keep order with fleets regularly shifted in and out of its space to keep its lanes secure and the space over it free of troublemakers.
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Aug 22, 2019 16:24:14 GMT -8
Since the sacking of Mon Calamari and the utter defeat of the Galactic Alliance, Grand Admiral Petrovsky had retired to his domain, the glittering ecumenopolis that was Taris. In his penthouse suite, the Grand Admiral continued to oversee many naval exercises as well as ensuring the Imperial Navy was ready and able to deploy wherever, should the need arise. As the flames of war were doused, the glowing embers of maintaining the First Order were still smoldering hot. While war was something that the First Order was equipped to handle, transitioning to peace times was just as vital. Maintaining the peace between Imperial worlds, ensuring the borders were secure and keeping the troops sharp was just as important as emerging victorious over the enemy. And so, it was here that Petrovsky would continue to do his part for the Empire.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 29, 2019 16:22:09 GMT -8
Lysandre folded his hands, the gloved leather contrasting the airy color of the table. Outside the building they were in, traffic proceeded more or less as it normally would. Red flags flew from the tops of many buildings, while banners hung from the tallest buildings here in the Upper City. Clearly, the Imperial Propaganda machine was at work as usual. Promoting the homologous Imperial Culture that many seemed so fond of. Lysandre, however, preferred the individualism that Alderaan was famous for. He might have wanted to align with the First Order, but his intention was not total absorption. However, luckily for him, Imperialism and individualism were not mutually exclusive."Indeed. The balance of power is... shifting in the galaxy, and it is time Alderaan began to embrace new ideas." |
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Post by Lysandre Beauveu-Panteer on Aug 29, 2019 17:46:52 GMT -8
Lysandre smiled. He had been anticipating this question. Alderaan was likely the last place in the galaxy that anyone would guess would like to be vassalized by the Empire. After all, the Empire destroyed Alderaan, forcing its people to move to New Alderaan.
"The Alderaanian people are always.... open to change. And with the new Imperial Doctrine, I am sure that the First Order would be willing to allow the Alderaanian people to retain their culture, while still serving your government."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 30, 2020 7:22:13 GMT -8
Lysandre smiled. He had been anticipating this question. Alderaan was likely the last place in the galaxy that anyone would guess would like to be vassalized by the Empire. After all, the Empire destroyed Alderaan, forcing its people to move to New Alderaan."The Alderaanian people are always.... open to change. And with the new Imperial Doctrine, I am sure that the First Order would be willing to allow the Alderaanian people to retain their culture, while still serving your government." |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 10, 2020 22:25:46 GMT -8
The Upper City. Even in this day and age, many generations after Darth Malak blasted the surface to smoldering metal and ashes, it was nothing like the old stories before. School teachers taught of the glorified times, the shimmering city, the metropolis that was Taris during one of the Golden Ages of the Republic. At first, some were worried that this part of the education would cause the Imperials to stir, but nothing happened. This was part of Tarisian history, the Upper City's past. It had be told, it had to be known! However, some did leave out details for the sake of... covering the dark past. Even today, the Upper City was a place for the privileged and the rich. Where the glittering skyscrapers were owned by powerful and well-off families that belonged to all kinds of backgrounds. There were a bit more aliens, than before, but that's something not really talked about. The First Order did its best to ensure that the socioeconomic status that the Upper City once had was theirs again.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 21, 2021 14:38:59 GMT -8
Location: Upper City - ElevatorChime It had been a hell of a journey from the Under City to the Upper City, and both men inside the elevator appeared visibly relieved when the chime sounded and the doors slid open to reveal the serene sight that was before them. They staggered to their feet and stepped off the elevator, taking a breath of extra-fresh air now that they were above the smog that blanketed the city below. Bey Kahn and George looked like they had been through a war; to some degree they were even shell shocked.The old boar covered in blood began to unbind the chain from his hand. He tossed it into the open elevator and began to unfasten his apron, before doing the same with the soiled garment. Beside him, George the bartender was doing much the same. Though it pained the old human to do it, he left his trusty crossbow in the elevator. Carrying around a weapon like that would draw too much attention. They didn't need that, especially seeing as they weren't technically supposed to be up here. When they were done stripping off anything that might be contaminated by the creatures below, Bey hit the down button on the elevator control panel and stepped out. As the elevator descended, he brought a heavy closed hand down on the panel outside the elevator that summoned the car. The panel caved in and sparked, no longer functional so far as he could tell. The old boar slapped his hands together and rubbed them thoroughly.Bey: Time for a drink?George: "You're kidding me, right?" Bey: I never jest about drinking, George; besides, you got a better idea?George: He paused to think, then replied in a defeated tone. "I guess not." Bey: Outstanding. I know just the place.With that decided they were off, heading for the nearby Slutty Sarlacc Cantina.
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