Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on May 11, 2013 21:18:00 GMT -8
- Principle Authors: Viox Savage , Xander Savage , @valliussavage , Darth Wraak , Nathan Caldwell [Retired] , Jerrak Vao , Cain Dracus , Larissa Novax , Johnathan Castle [Retired] , Rianon Kardama
- Who else can post on this thread: Only the above characters, unless otherwise stated.
- I want to receive critical responses: If you really want to
- Standard Universe Rules: No
- Location: Varies due to the context of the story
- Timeframe: Alternate
The Fall: Beginning of the EndFor the last ten years, Supreme Overlord Xander Savage has been leading a war machine against the New Republic Alliance. A war to annihilate the Jedi and warring Sith faction. A war to conquer the known galaxy. Fourteen years ago, Xander Savage arrived on Rhommamool. He aided the Tyrian Triumvirate against the final crisis that afflicted them before making his bold move and invading them. Eliminating key members of both the military and government, Xander coerced and manipulated his son, Viox Savage, into bending a knee to his cause. Knowing exactly how and where to apply pressure on his son, Viox begrudgingly pledged his allegiance to his father, becoming the heir to his Empire and sealing the fate of the Tyrian Triumvirate. As Xander triumphed against his foe, he began building and expanding. First the Expansion Region, then the rest of the galaxy. Spreading like a cancer, Xander's Empire spanned from Anoth to Bastion, covering much of the galaxy in between. As the New Republic Alliance faltered in its resolve, the Imperial Sovereign House of Savage moved relatively unopposed for a time. At least until his son and heir, Viox Savage, plagued with guilt and riddled with despair at his actions over the past fourteen years, decided it was time to liberate the galaxy from his father's regime....**The events of the Journal of the Whills entry will cover a wide variety of events leading up to the events of the Journal of the Whills entry: Aftermath.** |
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on May 11, 2013 22:23:56 GMT -8
After a decade of self loathing, hatred and tyranny, the end has come. After the Fall of the Tyrian Triumvirate's prosperous reign, any other faction to come to power was doomed to fall, as it seems to be the very nature of the planet itself. While the Rise of the Imperial Sovereign House of Savage was brutally efficient, many of the critical elements required to sustain and allow it to prosper had been irrevocably damaged. One such key element that had been damaged was the unification between three Sith Lords. With the betrayal of one, it tainted any chances of future success. Another key element was that instead of three Sith Lords striving together to better an entire planet as a whole, one imperialistic tyrant rose to power for himself, claiming to have created an Empire that rivaled Palpatine's. And so, the birth of his radical movement also marked the violent and bloody death of it. The Beginning of the End...
Viox Savage, Zabrak Sith Lord, Former Wings of the Tyrian Triumvirate, and current heir to his father's empire, paced the halls of his Sanctuary. It was his single, hidden place of refuge, out of sight and out of mind from his father's tyrannical regime and ever watchful eye. It was a place where he could find some measure of solace and peace from the daily workings of the world above. Though not surprising for a Sith Lord, peace had been somewhat elusive over the last ten or better years. With the birth and raising of his son in secret aboard his flagship, that in and of itself should have pacified his unease, but it didn't. After Kalen's defeat, Xander spent four years consolidating his power on Rhommamool and expanding his influence towards old alliances between the Triumvirate and its old allies. After the four years had passed, that's when Xander really began to expand his power, proclaiming himself as Supreme Overlord of his fledgling Empire. That was ten years ago. Knowing that he would need to keep his son a secret, he and his lover, Larissa Novax, had raised young Vallius as best as they could while maintaining secrecy. They trained the boy in the ways of the Force and Viox himself had drilled the boy from an early age to be a warrior. When Vallius was exiled from Rhommamool, he would have rivaled any of Viox's former apprentices in terms of lightsaber combat, with the exception of maybe Amaris Jade. Vallius had been exiled at the age of 14. It was now coming up on the seven year mark of his exile. Even with the thought of that, Savage hated himself just a little bit more. Too long had he sat idly by while his father held the reigns and called the shots. Too long had he been desensitized to the needs of his family. Something had to be done, but with a good majority of his father's spies keeping tabs on him he wasn't the one do instigate something, lest he wanted to feel the full wrath of an empire come down upon him and all he held close. Savage made his way into the Briefing Room, adjacent to the Sanctuary's War Room, rather absent-mindedly. He was distracted with all the thoughts about his son, father and his betrayal of Kalen. It still ate at him to this day. As Savage entered the room, only a small handful of people were there. The select, trusted few that still remained 100% loyal to Savage himself. Savage moved to the head of the table, not making eye contact with anyone. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table and hanging his hooded head with a sigh.
"The time has come for a revolution. Too long have I sidelined myself and been inactive while my father reigns with an iron fist. It was a mistake to allow my father the chance to come to power, and an even bigger mistake to let him keep the power he doesn't deserve. I am solely responsible for those mistakes, but now the time had come for me to right the wrongs and try to make amends. If we are to revolt, it will take time, careful planning and a staggering amount of resources. And we will need a leader. Someone who is strong and unflinching in the face of daunting odds...."
Savage took a moment and trailed off, not completely certain of if he wanted to say what he wanted to say next. This pause was enough for Fleet Admiral Scarlet Bennette, one of Savage's strongest and most loyal of soldiers, to speak up. Her aging features furrowed slightly as she frowned.
"You would be the most logical choice, sir. If you've got a plan, we'll follow you til the end."
She had said that with such conviction that Savage almost hesitated before he reacted. Almost. His head rose and he locked eyes with the Admiral. His eyes ablaze with fury.
"I am NOT a leader, not anymore. I shed that title in a single, cowardly act of betrayal. I am no longer capable of leading such a radical movement. And even if I was, I couldn't. Not with the Overlord's all-seeing eyes watching me. But I do know of one who is capable of doing so....one who will do so for the right reasons. And only one man knows where our future leader walks. Find Venom Starkiller. He will lead you to the one who will lead this revolution..."
With that, Savage straightened himself and walked out of the room, leaving the group to sort out their new assignment. Savage, however, returned to his quarters. In his room, on a glowing pedestal, the ghostly image of the well aged A.I, Rampant Savage sat, waiting for his new master. Savage lowered his hood and spoke to the avatar.
"The order has been given. The hunt for Venom Starkiller has begun. Once he has been located, we will be one step closer to finding our revolutionary leader."
"Excellent. I do hope he can be found with relative ease."
"As do I. Does my father, or your new counterpart suspect anything?"
"No. As I have stated, Warden was created off of my template with essentially nothing changed, therefore he would not detect me within any of their systems, especially considering I was supposed to be deactivated. As for your father, he has been preoccupied with the Supreme Senate and the new expansion phase of the Empire. He has no reason to suspect an uprising or revolt."
"Good. Keep it that way. Inform me if anything changes. And as for the reasons behind why my fleet is leaving Imperial-controlled space, schedule in a training exercise over one of the colonies. This way, the fleet has a legitimate reason to be leaving. Other than that, I am retiring for the evening. I am not to be disturbed unless it is of the utmost importance."
"As you wish, sir. It will all be taken care of accordingly."
With that taken care of, Savage raises his hood, turns about and leaves the room. He has but one destination in mind. His apartment in Residential Tower 082 of Novax Field.
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Darth Wraak
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Post by Darth Wraak on May 12, 2013 18:45:55 GMT -8
Raxus Prime, High Orbit.
The Wayfarer-Class Medium Transport, Constantine hung in high orbit over the junkyard world of Raxus Prime. Venom Starkiller sat in the cockpit along side the pilot, Kenneth Whitecomb, and the aged yet muscular blue-skinned Twi'lek, Jerrak Vao. Starkiller was puffing on a Sweet William Cigar, frowning. Noticing his frown, Whitecomb made a comment.
=Kenneth Whitecomb=
What's the matter Starkiller? Cigar gone sour? You keep frowning like that and your face is gonna stay that way....heh, might be an improvement from the current..." He chuckled.
"Blow it, Whitecomb."
As if to add a little extra emphasis on the statement, Venom exhaled in Whitecomb's direction. He smirked as Whitecomb covered his nose and coughed, waving his hand in front of his face trying to fan the lingering smoke away. Venom then turned his focus on the large Twi'lek.
"Boss, why are we way the hell out here? I thought Aedon made it perfectly clear he didn't want us out here until he had the chance to ensure his sources were correct..."
"Do I look like I'm keen on listening to that purple-haired princess, you pointy headed idjit? We are here because my contact have already triple confirmed that there is a major score out here. They state that there was an old derelict out here, just ripe for the pillaging. So, unless that kath hound bastard Reynolds beats us to it, there is a hefty pay off in store for us." Vao rubbed his hands together and grinned.
Venom held up his hands in a defensive fashion. "No need for the insults Boss. I was just asking a question. Besides, I kinda like Reynolds. He's got grit, style and a good head for the game.
Before Vao could insult Starkiller again, Kenneth spoke up.
=Kenneth Whitecomb=
"Sorry to step into the middle of this little love fest you two seem to be having, but I've got a ship closing in on us and fast."
"Can you get an ID on the ship?" asked Vao.
Venom rose from his seat, cigar hanging from his mouth, a shocked expression on his face.
"No need, Boss. I'd recognize that ship anywhere....I thought that ship had been destroyed during the Crimson Order Uprising, though he always did favor bringing things back from the dead. It's the Mistress of the Night, Viox Savage's former flagship. It would seem as though your sources have led us right into a trap..."
"What!?!" said Vao in disbelief. "Why in blazes would Viox be after us? We've made sure to steer clear of Rhommamool and anywhere else the Empire has expanded to. Kenneth, get us out of here! Now!"
Venom merely shrugged.
"No point in runnin', Boss. If we've got the Empire on our tail, we've really stepped in it. And there are few places that we could run from them anyways. We might as well see what they want."
Vao sighed.
"I hope you know what you're getting us into, Starkiller..."
"I don't. But if Aedon has managed to teach me anything about the game, it's nothing is as it seems. With that said, see if you can bounce an encrypted comm package to Reynolds and his crew on the Albatross. They might be able to help us if this goes bad."
Venom glanced at Vao, who was about to open his mouth in protest.
"Don't stand there and bitch about it, just do it! You don't know them as well as I do. And you certainly don't know the lengths in which they will go to if we run. So instead of arguing with the guy who has been the apprentice of the man who now had his people bearing down on us, listen to me and do as I say. We'll live longer that way."
Vao merely closed his mouth and stared at Venom.
"If it were anyone else, Starkiller....they'd be taking a long walk out the airlock for undermining my authority. You've got some nerve, but you are right. Kenneth, bounce the comm package to the Albatross and alert Sinclair and McGraf that we'll be expecting guests momentarily..."
Venom ignored Vao and moved closer to the main viewscreen to get a better look as the Victory II-Class Star Destroyer loomed ever closer...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2015 11:07:22 GMT -8
Rhommamool-Novax Field. Residential Tower 082-Savage's Penthouse.
Larissa sighed as she finished cleaning up yet another meal she had eaten alone. With the ever tightening grip of Supreme Overlord Savage's Empire, the exiling of their son, and the two decade old betrayal that Viox had wrought upon the Triumvirate, Viox had become increasingly distant over the past few years. Even more so within the past few months. As much as she disliked it, she took it as a sign that he was scheming. She knew Viox well enough to know that he was secretly up to something. As she moved into the bedroom to ready herself for an appearance in the Senate, she heard the door whoosh open and then close again. A few moments later, the darkly clad figure of her lover appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. He removed his cloak and moved towards her, wrapping his arms around her. It had felt like a lifetime since he had done that. She relished in the warmth of his embrace for a few moments longer. He seemed to be in better spirits than she had seen him in in months. She pulled back just enough to see his face.
Larissa Novax:"What had brought about this sudden change in mood, my love?"She asked, hoping for a relatively honest answer.
He paused for a few moments, as if distracted by his thoughts, then spoke softly to her.
Viox Savage:"I have put into motion a plan that shall bring an end to all of this. My forces are currently being dispatched to locate Venom Starkiller. Once they locate him, they will find where Vallius travels. Our revolution will have its leader...and our son will return home."
A smile of pure joy split her face, as tears began to form in her eyes. Had she heard him correctly? Was her one and only son finally coming home? And to make it better he was going to help topple Xander's tyrannical Empire once and for all? So many questions began to form in her mind, yet she only asked the most relevant one that came first.
Larissa Novax:"So our son will be coming home to help you topple your father's reign?"
She paused, hesitant to hear the answer to the question she had just posed.
Viox's features darkened as he sighed.
Viox Savage:"No. I will not be helping him. I am not a leader anymore. I am not any better than my father at this point, save for the fact that I am trying to make amends. My hands are tied. I lend any sort of aid to this and I doom him to failure, as well as sign the death warrants for all of those around me. When the time comes, I will surrender command of my forces to him, and alert the underground movements in Redhaven, but other then that, I must stay out of this. I cannot be directly tied to the rebellion in any way. But there is one this I WILL ensure gets done by my hand. With my father's forces occupied with the rebellion, his guard will be down. And that is when I make my move. My father will die by my hands, that is guaranteed."
She could feel a slight tremor within the Force surrounding him. He was certain about his last statement, that much was clear. She pushed away from his embrace.
Larissa Novax:"You need to get over this. Your father forced your hand from the very start. You cannot continually keep blaming yourself for the death of Kalen. Xander would have done it regardless. Having you there only made it easier because Kalen became blinded by rage due to your 'betrayal'. Xander wanted this from the start. Kalen knew this, as much as he didn't want to believe it. You do not need to be forever damned by your actions that night. If you are serious about involving our son in this, you need to clear your head of these vengeful notions. Do this for the right reasons, not the wrong ones..."She trailed off, leaving the words hang. After a few moments of silence, she spoke again."Now, let's push these thoughts from our head for the time being. I need to finished getting ready for the Overlord's address in the Senate. You should probably make an appearance as well. It would do you some good to be in the know about what the Empire is doing if we are to successfully revolt against it."
She left Viox standing in the doorway with his thoughts as she continued to get ready for her appearance in the Senate.
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Darth Wraak
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Post by Darth Wraak on Oct 21, 2015 17:40:22 GMT -8
High Orbit over Raxus Prime. Mistress of the Night docked with Wayfarer-Class Medium Transport Constantine. Constantine's Cargo Bay.
Fleet Admiral Bennette, dressed in a crisp black naval uniform sporting numerous campaign ribbons and the ISHS crest and her rank insignia, strode across the cargo back of the Constantine, escorted by six white armored Stormtroopers. Three standing off to the left and three standing off to the right of her as she moved. As she slowed her pace, a large blue-skinned Twi'lek and the Zabrak she was searching for moved towards her. The Twi'lek had his hand resting on his sidearm. Bennette merely smiled. Before she could speak, the Twi'lek issued a verbal threat.
Vao:"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow you away right here and right now?"
Bennette smirked, but made no move or indication to her entourage that she was feeling even the least bit threatened by the large and muscular Twi'lek before her.
"Because it would be the last thing you ever did. How's that for a reason, hmm? Now, if you are finished thumping your chest at me, I would like to get down to business. I am not here to quarrel with you, nor am I here to enforce Imperial protocols and sanctions. I am here at the behest of Lord Savage to speak with you, Mr. Starkiller."
She looks to Venom as she extends her hand outwards.
Starkiller:"Fleet Admiral Bennette. To what do I owe this incredibly unexpected inconvenience?"He ignores her outstretched hand."Last I heard, you were being escorted to one of the prison blocks on Rhommamool's FireStars for committing treason. And considering who is in charge now, I suspect you hold little love for me anymore."
Bennette retracted her hand, and instead, reached into a compartment on her belt and withdrew a small, flat circular disk shaped device. It was a holo-projector.
"You were not an easy person to locate, Mr. Starkiller. Considering you managed to vanish off of Rhommamool thirty years ago without a trace, I must admit I was a bit skeptical as to whether or not we would actually find you.
Venom smirked and shook his head.
Starkiller:"Obviously I didn't do a good enough job vanishing without a trace now did I? The very people I was trying to vanish from still managed to find me, thirty years slower then anticipated, but hey, no one is keeping score."
As Bennette and Starkiller continue their conversation, Sinclair and McGraf slowly approach the group, eyeing up the white plastoid armored Stormtroopers warily. Upon seeing Bennette, Sinclair spoke up.
"Admiral Bennette? What are you doing here?"
Bennette's eeys snapped over to the man addressing her. She recognized the voice.
"Staff Sergeant Sinclair....? And Sergeant Major McGraf. It has certainly been awhile. Casualty reports from the Royal House invasion has both of you listed as KIA. I am relieved to see that the reports were mistaken. And it certainly is reassuring to know that two of the best soldiers I have ever had the privilege to serve with are still alive and well."
"With all due respect, ma'am, we aren't soldiers anymore. Haven't been for some time now."
A saddened look appeared on the Admiral's face.
"That is disappointing to hear, Sergeant Major. We could certainly have used two able bodied soldiers such as yourselves. Which brings us back to the reason for my presence here. Mr. Starkiller, I have on this holo-disc, a message from Lord Savage. I think you will already know the reasoning behind it."
Bennette extended her hand towards Venom again, this time with the holo-projector in it. Venom reluctantly accepted it.
Vao:"What does she mean, Starkiller?"
Venom sighed, not wanting to look at the device in his hand.
Starkiller:"I knew it was a bad idea..."He glares at Bennette for a few seconds."I told him the last time I saw him, that I would only do it if I was guaranteed that I'd be free from him for my increasingly shorter life....why now?"He asked, not truly wanting to know the answer to the question.
"Just play the recording, Starkiller. It'll explain everything.
Before Venom played the recording, Sinclair spoke up.
"So Admiral, it seems you now prefer the company of the whites. Sith Troopers aren't good enough for you anymore?"
"When one undergoes a radical regime change, you have to expect the uniforms will change too. Sith Troopers are still my personal preference, however Imperial protocol had banned the use of Sith Trooper Armor unless we are dispatching covert units."
Starkiller spoke up at this point.
Starkiller:"Put a lid on it, Sinclair. Let's see why this little blast from the past has been sent to shake us up."
Venom activated the projector. A miniature, blue hued image of Viox Savage sprang to life. He appeared much older then the last time Starkiller has seen him, several years back in a cantina on Bespin.
Venom Starkiller. It has been some time. I am a man of my word and apologize for having to go back on it. I come to you know with one simple request. Venom Starkiller, you are the god-father of my son, and because of that I am in need of your aid. Being the god-father to my son and having you be the only one able to contact him was part of a security protocol I had in place to keep his identity hidden from Xander. The time has come for that all to change. A rebellion is beginning to form against my father, and as you well know, a rebellion needs a leader. I need you to find my son and bring him to a secure meeting point on Contruum. You, along with any crew members will be heavily compensated for your troubles. This is my final request of you, Venom. I would appreciate it if you could honor it one last time. If you are unable to aid us, please inform Admiral Bennette of his whereabouts so she may seek him out. Though I am certain he would prefer to see his god-father instead of the Imperial Navy. If you do this for me Venom, I shall be in your debt. And I shall honor that debt the way I have honored our pact. Savage out.
The recording ended. Anger coursed through Venom's veins. He gripped the holo-projector tightly in his gloved hand. With one almighty yell, he hurled it across the cargo bay.
Starkiller:You brought this to me! After all I have done. After all I have tried to forget. After everything I've done to keep the kid safe, he has the gall to ask me to bring him to Contruum!"
Venom closed his mouth and fumed silently for a few more seconds. Bennette and Vao, along with the others seemed to be taken aback by the sudden outburst. Venom reached down to his belt and retrieved a data-chip.
Starkiller:"This is the way to find him. Take it and get the hell off this ship. I am not being drawn back into the jaws of the rancor. There is also a coded comm freq that will allow you to contact another group of smugglers Vallius knows. I would suggest contacting them first and having them retrieve Vallius. Now leave!"
Venom handed the chip to Bennette and then stormed off. Vao merely watched him go. Bennette, on the other hand, stored the chip and spoke.
"I have a feeling that you won't want to get tangled up in this as you lost everything the last time you threw all your chips in with us. If you wish to aid us, the offer is there and you know where to find us. Sinclair, McGraf, we could use all hands on deck for this, but the choice is yours. You are listed as KIA and that is how it shall remain. I wish you the best of luck in your travels. Goodbye gentlemen."
And with that, Bennette and her entourage spun about and headed back to the Mistress of the Night.
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Nathan Caldwell [Retired]
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on Oct 21, 2015 18:51:51 GMT -8
Onboard the Dynamic-Class Freighter Albatross, low orbit over Trian.
Nathan sat in the pilot's seat on the bridge of the Albatross. He was busily running a diagnostic check on all of the minor unimportant systems while he waited for his mechanic and medic to finish up on the planet below. Despite Trian being an Imperial held world, the Cathar King, Ton Grendal and his Trianii Queen, Keeta Fel we quite anti-Imperial in a quiet, subtle sort of fashion. They despised their Imperial captors, but did very little against it due to the delicate nature of their 'alliance'. It was an uneasy time for Trian. And for the time being they remained under Imperial rule. With the Empire ever expanding, Nathan was finding it harder and harder to find legitimate work, so sometimes he had to resort to illegitimate work, such as supplying the Trianii Rangers with supplies and loaning out his mechanic and medic to help keep them in fighting condition for when they were ready to oust the Empire. When that day came, it was going to be bloody. And Nathan wanted to be as far from it as he possibly could be. Helping folks is good and all, but getting caught up in their own internal drama was not something he needed right now, especially if he was to keep flying under the Imps radar. As Nathan sat, mulling over his next job, the comm console chimed. After decrypting a familiar coding sequence, Kenneth Whitecomb's voice rang over the speakers.
Captain Reynolds, its Whitecomb. We were just beginning our investigation of the Raxus Prime job when we were spotted by and Imperial cruiser. Starkiller ID'ed the cruiser. Vao and Starkiller seemed to think that giving you a head's up was a good idea. If you don't hear from us again within two standard hours, assume the worst and come searching for us. Kenneth out.
Nathan frowned. That didn't sit well with him. While he didn't particularly know a lot about the Zabrak on Vao's crew, he did know that if he was identifying an Imperial ship, things were probably not going to end well. He punched in Castle's comm. His smooth voice rang through.
Yo. Castle here.
"Castle. Reynolds. I just received word from Vao's crew that they were running into trouble, of the Imperial variety. Why don't you and Rianon finish up down there and get back up here as quick as you can. We've got a two hour window before we should be concerned but I would like to be half way there by then."
There was a brief pause, then Castle replied.
Sure thing coach. I'm nearly done getting their shuttle operational again anyways. Rianon is just seeing to the last of their wounded now. We should be done down here within a half hour or so.
Reynolds nodded to himself.
"Finish up, get paid and get up here."
Nathan closed the link, finished up the diagnostic scan, then began plotting the quickest route toe Raxus Prime so they could leave as quick as possible once Castle and Rianon returned to the ship.
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Oct 21, 2015 21:10:39 GMT -8
Trian. Trianii Rangers Forward Camp.
The surface of Trian was beautiful. Towering trees and rushing rivers. Johnathan Castle had been in awe of it when he first stepped off the Albatross. The insects were a mild inconvenience, but aside from that, his visit here had been enjoyable. He was just putting the access plate back on the outside of a Lambda-Class shuttle the Rangers had managed to tag with AA fire. It was an Imperial shuttle. It bore the scorched and scratched up Imperial Sovereign House of Savage crest. Skirmishes between the Rangers and the Imps was commonplace here. While not directly at war with the Empire, a small, rebellious group of Rangers had begun revolting against Imperial rule. While the King and Queen of the planet publicly spoke out against the rebellions, the secretly aided them. Despite this, however, the Empire really didn't seem too interested in actively fighting with the feline Trianii. It didn't bother Castle all that much. It kept him busy with paying work and it made the Captain happy because he had a steady flow of work. Castle spread some sealant over the edges of the access plate and stuck it back into place. He rose to his feet and made his way over to the Trianii that was overseeing his work.
"There. She's all buttoned up and ready to fly again. Give that sealant about twenty minutes to set and she'll be ready to fly again."
The Trianii nodded.
"Thank you. We appreciate everything you do for us. It keeps us in good shape to keep fighting the Imperials."
Castle nodded.
"Happy to help. You ever need something else patched up, you just give Captain Reynolds a holler."
Castle then shook the Trianii's paw and headed off to the pre-fab structure that was serving as their forward listening post and med center. Rianon was busy there, patching up the wounded. Castle picked his way across the camp, wiping his greasy hands on his coveralls. As he walked he pulled a rag out of his back pocket and cleaned his hands a little better. He entered the building and wandered down through to triage where Rianon was.
"Hey, Rianon! Are you almost finished up here? Captain wants us to collect the payment and be burnin' sky 'fore too long."
Castle waited patiently for Rianon's slender face to appear before he continued relaying what the Captain had told him earlier.
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Post by Rianon Kardama on Oct 21, 2015 22:07:29 GMT -8
*Trian. Trianii Rangers Forward Camp.*
Rianon Kardama swatted angrily at an insect as it buzzed around her head. Trian might be a beautiful planet, but the constant buzz of insects was wearing on her last nerve. She was finishing the last stitch on a young Trianii as Castle's voice rang out. She smiled and tied the knot tight. "Keep it clean." she ordered softly, "I would hate for you to catch an infection." She smiled at him and carefully wound a clean bandage around the injured limb. She tied the ends and straightened up, wiping her hands on a rag she moved to the door.
"Hey Johnny Boy. Just finished the last of the injured. Give me a couple minutes to find the Doc and get paid. I'll meet you at the shuttle in five minutes."
She turned back into the room, her black skirts swirling around her as she spun. She quickly crossed the room to where the Doctor in question was speaking quietly to a couple of his patients. She waited for him to notice her before motioning him over to the desk near the entrance.
"Sorry to run out on you like this, Doc. But I've done all I can here and the Captain wants us back on the ship ASAP."
The Doctor smiled and handed her a handful of credit notes.
"Happy to have you here at all. You work faster than any medic I've ever seen. My thanks to your Captain for lending you out to us."
Rianon slipped the notes into one of the many hidden pockets in her skirt and gave the Doctor a handshake before weaving her way through the throng of beds of injured Trianii towards the door. She moved quietly down the hallway and out into the fresh air. Rianon took a deep breath and walked into the waiting shuttle. She always hated having to leave a planet for the cold, dreariness of space. But, on the plus side, a ship was much easier to keep clean. And it didn't have bugs.
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Oct 21, 2015 22:22:01 GMT -8
Trian. Trianii Rangers Forward Camp.
Seeing that Rianon was still somewhat busy, he decided against explaining what Reynolds had told him about Vao's crew being in possible trouble. And she called him 'Johnny Boy'. He wasn't exactly sure how to take that. It was sort of annoying, but at the same time it wasn't. Either way, he spun on his heel and left the prefab structure and headed towards the shuttle he had just finished repairing. He climbed aboard after collecting his portion of the payment for services rendered, then sat in the passenger bay while waiting for Rianon. Within a few minutes, she was climbing the ramp and sitting down opposite him in the bay. A few minutes later, the shuttle lifted off and headed for low orbit, where the Albatross was currently waiting for them. Only the Captain knew of their next destination, therefore it was time to settle in once on the ship and wait to see where they'd end up next.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2015 23:02:29 GMT -8
Unknown Regions.
The Marauder-Class Corvette glided silently through the stars, with no apparent destination in mind. The red painted hull of the vessel bore several scars from a number of near crippling engagements. Formerly of the Triumvirate Navy, the Pious Inquisitor was still very much in its prime. It served its purpose, transporting its commanding officer and a contingent of Stormtroopers wherever the galaxy needed them. They were almost considered mercenaries, yet the never accepted a payment in credits. They always bartered for the supplies they needed, or the repairs they required. They weren't pirates, nor smugglers, nor were they bounty hunters. They were simply a group of Stormtroopers lead by a Force-sensitive Zabrak. The Zabrak was neither light nor dark, as performed both benevolent and malevolent deeds. Many on the ship referred to him as a Gray. A Force-sensitive that followed neither the light nor the dark. Vallius stood on the bridge of the ship, donned in a black zeyd-cloth tunic and a royal red cloak. His arms were crossed over his chest. A mirror image of his father, Viox Savage, save for the difference in tribal tattoo choice. Sergeant John Marek stood beside him.
Vallius:"Sergeant, we haven't had an assignment in weeks. Have any of our contacts heard anything?"
"No. Sorry sir. I know how you don't like all of this down time. And the troops are starting to get a little restless being cooped up for so long. I wish there was something I could do to speed up the long periods of waiting."
Vallius:"It's not your fault. What about Reynolds' crew? Have we heard anything since their Trian run?"
"No. Which is odd. They usually contact us after a job, successful or no. Or we usually have heard from Vao and his crew by now. And we always get something from them if they run into trouble. We haven't heard from either party. I'm not entirely sure what to make of it but I don't....-Vallius!"
The Sergeant shouted his leader's name in shock as the tall, muscular Zabrak seemed to be slipping out of consciousness and was starting to sway unsteadily on his feet. Marek jumped forward to grab Vallius as he collapsed.
"Sir! Sir, stay with me!"
Marek shouted at Vallius in an effort to keep him conscious. But to no avail. The Zabrak's vibrant emerald eyes rolled back into his head as the Zabrak slipped into blackness.
"Rampant, get a medical team up here now! Double time!!"
Meanwhile....
Inside Vallius' mind, a powerful vision was the apparent cause of his unconsciousness. Before his mind's eye, a tall, darkly clad individual stood before him. As the vision progressed, a second figure appeared. This first one was wielding a double-bladed orange lightsaber. The second figure appeared as though there were red blades coming from it's forearms. The two figures sparred ferociously. The first figure seemed to launch a blast of energy that took the second figure off guard. The first figure then proceeded to hurl the double saber at the falling second figure in a dizzying circle while launching itself at the second figure. As the first figure moved forward, two blades appeared in its hands. The red and yellow blades sprang to life. As they came to life, the red blade found purchase on the stumbling figure's neck, while the yellow blade found the figure's chest and pierced inwards. The sound and stench of sizzling flesh greeted his senses. As the second figure flopped to the ground headless and with a gaping chest wound, the first figure rose to its feet and let out a tremendous roar of anguish. The vision then rapidly changed to a massive space battle. Looming wrecks drifted everywhere as a massive moon sized station moved towards a sun. Without warning, the station erupted into a massive, blinding fireball. The vision faded out as Vallius was dregged back to consciousness.*
*Vallius came to with a light being shone into his eyes by the ship's medic. He shoved the light away and sat upright. A concerned looking Sergeant standing over him spoke.
Welcome back sir. We thought we'd lost you for a moment there. What happened?"
Vallius:"I'm not sure...a vision I think. Of some terrible conflict...I don't know, but I think I need to meditate on this. Perhaps the meaning will become clearer if I empty my mind. I will retire to my quarters for the time being. Sergeant, you have the helm."
The Sergeant nodded as Vallius go to his feet.
"Of course sir. I will notify you if anything changes."
Still shaking his head, Vallius left the bridge, intent on heading to his quarters and sorting out this vision.
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Post by Xander Savage on Oct 22, 2015 12:39:10 GMT -8
Rhomamool. Imperial Senate Hall, Imperial City of Exodus. (Formerly the Grand City of Tyr)
Xander stood on the raised platform in the middle of the Senate Hall, garbed in a velvet robe of red and black. Before him in the many seats surrounding the central platform, sat the many representatives from the numerous planets under Imperial rule. With the collapse of the New Order of the Eye, many of its former colonies and outposts had fallen to the new Empire. Aside from that, much of the known universe was now under the jurisdiction of the Empire, as the New Republic Alliance gradually declined. While the NRA opposed the Empire, with so many systems slipping from their grasp, the Empire was free to fill in the vacancy left behind. While Rhommamool was the central seat of Imperial power, Xander was ready to move that seat to a more suiting location. Xander addressed the Senate, his powerful voice booming throughout the chamber.
"My loyal delegates of the Empire. For three decades we have risen from the ashes to become a dominant force in the galaxy. We have purged many Jedi strongholds and pushed the New Republic Alliance to its knees. Trade has flourished. We have prospered. And in such times of success I bring news of a plan. A plan to reclaim what was promised to us as our very birthright! After long deliberations with many members of both the Senate and the Imperial Military, I have decided to relocate the heart of this Empire to a new home. Dromund Kaas! From there, we will fortify the world and reinforce our resolve that we ARE the dominant power in the galaxy. The heart of our Empire is beating strong, but it will beat even stronger! Rhommamool shall remain as our central figurehead to deter our foes from such a radical movement. Imperial Councilors Savage and Novax shall remain here to ensure that the will of the Empire is carried out. With our relocation to Dromund Kaas and the reclamation of our birthright as Sith, all political, military and naval proceedings shall be relocated there as well. It is my goal to reclaim what was once and ancient Sith Empire and form it into my very own. With this course of action, our power and influence in this galaxy as a whole, will finally be consolidated! Long have we sought to rid this galaxy of the warring Sith factions and free it from the clutches of the pacifist Jedi and soon we will!"
Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from nearly every single being in the Senate chamber. With the exception of Viox and Larissa. Shocked at this sudden move, Viox waited a few moments longer, then left the room, relatively unnoticed.
Rhommamool. Imperial Council Hall. Overlord Savage's penthouse suite.
With the announcement a few hours ago, Xander sat cross-legged on the floor of his penthouse suit. Formerly the residence of Tyrian Governor Kalen Grauswein, Xander had rebuilt and remodeled the suite to suit his desires. Lavish tapestries, thick velvety carpets, white marble and gold trimmed pillars. The penthouse was a perfect display of the wealth and power Xander held. The well aged Zabrak let the Force ebb and flow through him as he continued to draw upon it to sustain himself. Without opening his eyes, or hardly moving a muscle he spoke. Lips barely moving, voice hardly above a whisper.
"There seems to be something just beyond my perceptions. Something that I cannot make out as of yet. Something is being put into motion, that much is clear. Perhaps it is time for me to accelerate my plans for this Empire...the Force is setting something in motion, something great. And I must know what is it...."
Xander's eyes snapped open. The black pits with milky white pupils scanned the room.
"It is time for me to push my schedule forward...."
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 23, 2015 15:10:06 GMT -8
Rhommamool-Novax Field. Savage's Sanctuary-War Room.
Savage stood at the head of the table in the War Room of his hidden sanctuary beneath the tarmacs of Novax Field. Gathered in the room were several higher ranked soldiers loyal to him as well as several planetary represenatives. Grand Admiral Harper, Fleet Admiral Sierra Pulstra, Vice Admiral Tra'kk Flaygon, Rear Admiral Terrence Hood and Commodore Adder King sat on the left side of the large rectangular table before him. On the right side of the table sat Imperial Army Minister Bandero Isenberg, Grand General Askar Von Davis, Iridonian High Moff Charles Vickers and Trianii Grand Moff Selina Talbot. These people here were still absolutely loyal to him. Which is why he was meeting with in private. He was angry, but was trying hard not to lash out at the people before him. He leaned over the table, resting his hands on either side of him and looking down at the table.
Savage:"So, some of you knew of my father's plans to move the heart of the Empire to Dromund Kaas and you didn't bother to tell me?!?"
He glanced up, fierce yellow eyes sweeping over the inhabitants of the room. No one dared meet his eyes. He continued speaking.
Savage:"Each and every one of you in this room has stood behind me and given me their unwavering loyalty and support. For that I am grateful, but this is unacceptable. You all know what I am trying to accomplish here. And I can't successfully do that unless I have my sources feeding me information. I am too closely watched by my father and his network of spies to move freely amongst the Empire to accomplish my goals. I am relying heavily on you all to be my eyes and ears."
Regulated Savage took that opportunity to make an appearance. The avatar of an aged Imperial Officer shimmered to life on the pedestal next to the head of the table, giving off a customary blue hued glow.
"Pardon me for the interruption, sir. I don't mean to cut in while you are berating your colleagues, but I would like to point out that with this move comes and opportunity for us to move a little more freely."
The avatar glanced up at the Sith Lord. Viox simply nodded his head, indicating the A.I could continue.
"The Overlord is scheduled to be leaving Rhommamool with the first group of ships to oversee the initial transition to Dromund Kaas. While he is away, a good majority of those loyal to him will be gone as well. The remaining few that are loyal to him aren't in a position to question your authority, giving you the chance to start orchestrating our little rebellion without the Overlord unexpectedly overhearing something."
Savage nodded in approval of the A.I's scheme.
Savage:"Excellent. We will convene again once the Overlord leaves for Dromund Kaas. Continue with your appointed tasks until such time that I call upon you again. May the Force serve you well."
And with that, Savage left the room, Larissa following suit a few steps behind him. Savage needed to start planning and figuring out how he'd help his son amass a force large enough to contend with the Imperial Army and Navy. Despite his fleet eventually defecting to his son's rebellion, and with the assistance of his apprentice's fleet, they still didn't even come close to contending with the Imperial Navy. Despite being an excellent strategist and tactician, he was no where near good enough to take on the might of the entire Navy with a handful of ships. Not that it was a concern as of yet. They still needed to find the manpower willing to stand up against the Empire first before any thought about contending with its forces yet. With some time and a considerable effort, Savage was fairly certain they could do it. It was only a matter of time.
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Post by Cain Dracus on Dec 5, 2015 13:44:25 GMT -8
Imperial Fleet of Inexorable Silence. Imperial Centurion Battlecruiser Roanoke.
The Imperial Fleet of Inexorable Silence glided silently through the stars. Cain Dracus, apprentice to Lord Viox Savage, stood on the bridge, brooding as per usual. Before he could issue orders to his command crew, the massive holo-projector sprang to life. Cain spun about and dropped to one knee. It was his master.
Cain Dracus:"Mi'lord. What is thy bidding?"
Viox's whisper like tone echoed throughout the bridge.
Rise.
Cain did so, but continued to wait for his master to speak before he did anything else.
I have an assignment for you, my apprentice.
Cain Dracus:"Of course, my master. I am honored to carry out your will and that of the Empire."
The larger-than-life image of his master scowled.
This is a task of my own personal will that I am entrusting to you. The Emperor and his subordinates need not know of what business we decided to conduct. There is a Twi'lek I need you to seek out, locate and return to a location that will be specified at a later time alive. She is a Sith and an assassin. I highly doubt she will accompany you quietly. She is feisty and relentless. The use of non lethal force may be required. Fleet Admiral Bennette has already uploaded all relevant data pertaining to your assignment. I expect you will not fail me. She is very valuable to me. I will contact you again, once we have established a drop location for your target. May the Force serve you well, apprentice.
Cain bowed his head respectfully, as the image of his master dissipated from view.
Cain Dracus:"Commander, you heard my master. Upload the mission dossier, find our starting location, and get us underway immediately."
The bridge became a bustling hive of activity, as the entire fleet prepared to jump to hyperspace, pursuing the objective of their new assignment.
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Post by Cain Dracus on Apr 7, 2016 13:28:08 GMT -8
Hyperspace Transition. Imperial Battlecruiser Roanoke.
Can stood on the bridge of the ship, deep in thought, absently watching the swirling vortex of blue before him. On the inside of his helmet, his HUD was displaying an old Triumvirate High Value Target dossier. While Cain was used to seeing such things, he was surprised at who it was and the fact that it was done in the old Triumvirate style.
With his master sending him this dossier to him, emphasizing on keeping it quiet and it being in the old Triumvirate style, it meant that his master wanted to keep this off the record. No official ties to the Empire. Which meant his master was scheming again. Whether it was the productive kind of scheming or the counter productive would remain to be seen. However, Cain had been given a task and he intended to follow through with it.
The Roanoke shot through the stars, destined for a location in Hutt space. Nal Hutta. While Cain disliked the swampy, bloated terrain of the Hutt world, he would be able to blend in as well as no attract any unwanted attentions to himself or his target. If his target proved to be as uncooperative as his master seemed to believe, maybe attracting attention was unavoidable. He did dislike going against his master's wishes though, so he would certainly try to keep things quiet.
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on Apr 30, 2016 20:49:46 GMT -8
Location: Trian. High Orbit. On board the Dynamic-Class Freighter Albatross.Rianon Kardama and Johnathan Castle [Retired] had long since returned to the ship. Standing in the main hold with his first mate, Zoe, the ship's pilot Wash, we listening to a message coming from an Imperial Cruiser.Albatross, this is Fleet Admiral Bennette of the Imperial Sovereign House of Savage. I am contacting you in regards to the location of one Vallius Savage. The crew of the Constantine led us to believe that you were our best bet in locating him. Can you be of assistance?Nathan frowned, but replied to the Admiral."Sorry darlin', but we don't know anyone by that name here. 'fraid you've been sent on a bantha chase."I believe it is you who happens to be mistaken, Captain Reynolds.A surprised look crossed Nathan's face, causing him to lose the facade he was trying to keep up."So, you know who I am. But what makes you think I'm mistaken?"The Admiral chuckled.I know you are mistaken because I am looking at your personal records. Smuggling highly illicit goods on to Trian. Aiding the armament of known rebel insurgents is a highly punishable offence under the Empire, Captain. An offence that will end in the execution of yourself and your crew. So let's stop playing this game and cut right to the chase, shall we?Nathan glanced over to Zoe, who in turn shrugged at him. It seems this Admiral was playing hardball, and the ball was in her court. Nathan cleared his throat."Alright, you've made your point. What do you want from us?"I want you to meet us in orbit over Dorin, the Kel-Dor world. From there, we shall discuss this further, in person. Failure to show will result in a warrant being released on the holo-net for your arrest. And do not contact anyone else. This meeting is just you and us. Do we have an agreement, Captain?Being strong armed into a trap was not something he wanted, however, this Admiral was a vicious player. She knew how to get him to come in, and come in quietly."We have an agreement. We are making our way there as fast as we can. Reynolds out."And with that, Nathan terminated the link with the Imperial ship. He turned to Zoe and Wash."Get us underway. Now. Otherwise the Imperials are gonna go hunting. And I don't plan on being their target."And with that, the Albatross accelerated away from the planet, then jumped to hyperspace.
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