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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 11, 2013 12:03:18 GMT -8
Nicademus pauses and then smiles lightly. He gestures in the general direction where he last saw Valstrol.
He will know where we are. Trust me, Tyrana. He is a force user after all.
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jun 11, 2013 12:17:46 GMT -8
She smiled at that and nodded
That is true
A childish giggle escaped her lips and she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide. "oh no you don't" she thought to herself
So do you live on Aargau or do you have residence somewhere else and just come planet side to conduct business?
As she walked with him she sent out a mental message to her father that Nicademus had offered her rest at his suite and that it was only rest
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 11, 2013 12:21:34 GMT -8
Nicademus begins to walk off with Tyrana now. A squad of Stormtroopers escorting them to the hover Limo. He glances at Tyra.
As Aargau is the Imperial capital and I am the symbol of Imperial leadership, I live here, Tyra. Eriadu was my birth place, but this is my new homeworld. As the Head of State, it is required that I live here where the central government resides.
The driver opens the door for Tyrana and Nicademus to get in. The Head of State lets her in first then gets in after her.
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jun 11, 2013 12:36:35 GMT -8
Tyra got in the limo while listening to him, settling in and turning slightly to be able to look at him
Did you live on Alzoc at one point? Did we ever cross paths there?
She tilted her head and smiled shyly
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 11, 2013 20:08:02 GMT -8
Nicademus reached in his chest pocket and pulled out a badge. It was the Horica Sovereign Empire's rank ensignia for a Force Commander of the Army
I did live on Alzoc III for awhile. Served for both the Fourth Galactic Empire and then later the Horica Sovereign Empire. I was a Force Commander, in charge of the 121st Shocktrooper Battalion. I lived at the base though which was the Alzoc Mines.
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jun 11, 2013 20:13:54 GMT -8
She frowned
So no, we never would have met, that is a shame
Ty smiled and looked out the window at the city passing around them before turning back to him
Eriadu, what system is that in, again?
She looked rather confused as she thought about it
Is it a nice planet?
Despite herself she yawned behind her hand, turning her head away from him
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 11, 2013 20:17:53 GMT -8
ont face="times new roman"]Nicademus sighed lightly, looking outside. He then gently pressed a button as a droid came over with drinks for them.[/font]
Eriadu is the planet and system, it belongs to the Western Outer Rim region, so near Alzoc III. It is very nice and rich planet, full of Imperial history and heritage. My cousins, the Tarkins, rule there in fact.
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jun 11, 2013 20:23:51 GMT -8
Tyra listened intently and took the drink and gulped it down, old habits dying hard.
That's nice I suppose
After a moment she put her hand on the seat and turned so that her right leg was partially bent and resting on the seat
I know I've asked this a lot today but... why me? Why show all this interest in me? I am hardly worth the trouble...
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 22, 2013 11:04:59 GMT -8
Nicademus remains quiet for now, looking outside as the scenes of Aargau and the city pass by. After awhile, the Head of State leans back before looking at Tyrana, showing a soft smile.
Because...you are a wonderful woman, Tyrana. You are quite stunning and very smart; despite your flaws, you are truly magnificent. Its hard to believe that a Sith saved you and raised you as his own blood...he truly taught you a lot.
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jun 23, 2013 14:36:30 GMT -8
She smirked at his last comment
Sith are passionate creatures, unlike those lightside idiots... I can guaruntee you had I gone to a jedi temple to seek help after i had murdered my family, not only would i have been told to leave immediately, but I probably would have been turned over to the authorities!
Giving a short chuckle she crossed her legs and rested her hands on her lap
For the passion of love I have killed and maimed...
Her gaze became distant as she looked out the window, thinking deeply on something... or of someone
My Big Brother is a prime example... he took me to Hoth once to make a lightsaber, the entire time we spoke of "love" and of "passion" and the difference between the two.... then upon his ship he showed me both... then the next day we, as Sith, went about our lives, not letting our "passions" get in the way of my training or of his running things... of course then he got a new play thing. She's pretty and they are passionate about each other. I think he could actually love her some day.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 23, 2013 15:17:13 GMT -8
Nicademus glanced at Tyrana before looking outside. From the gaze and sound, she had a passion for this man whom she spoke of. He wondered what that felt like; to have a great passion for someone. He looked down at his gloved hand, remembering a day when he thought there was a chance for someone, but it turned out that they weren't ready to grow up. The Imperial looked at Tyrana.
If only I knew even what passion felt like...I had a chance to feel it, but that person wasn't ready to grow up nor settle down like I wanted to. Valstrol mentioned the Sith way of passion and love. He told me that once, long ago, San Zabar and himself used this passion for raw energy to strike down their enemies. A passion that gave them three to four children.
Nicademus sighed lightly before gazing once more out the window of the limo as it entered the Administrative District.
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jun 23, 2013 15:22:59 GMT -8
At the mention of San Zabar, Tyra almost fell out of the seat and into the floor with the way she jumped, turning to face him
Papa spoke of S-san!?
Her eyes went wide and she looked into her lap
Mama San didn't like me...... she blamed me.......
Ty closed her eyes and shook her head slightly
Passion.... ah passion....
She opened her eyes and looked at Nicademus once more, her silver eyes looking more tired than before
Perhaps one day you'll find the passion of love... not just the passion of the flesh......
Looking to the front of the limo she sighed softly
I knew passion too young......... I've never known love...
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 23, 2013 15:31:19 GMT -8
Nicademus would notice Tyrana's sudden reaction before sighing lightly.I heard she was sort of...hardcore when it came to raising her kids.The Head of State felt the limo descend and land outside the Imperial Center. He gets out first and holds his hand to her.Shall we head inside?
Continue here
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Post by Titan on Aug 3, 2013 20:18:20 GMT -8
Life on the streets is tough.
Not just physically tough. Sleeping on the streets takes a toll on the psyche, on how you perceive the world around you-on how you perceive the people around you. Most people, they were alright. Didn't care about you, didn't expect you to care about them. A mutual arrangement, both sides staying clear of each other and staying clear of trouble. Some even tried to do you a good turn every once in a while, and you made sure you gave them one back. No rule, just common courtesy, and you never knew when you needed help. Those people, they were nice, and you wanted to stick close to them. You weren't friends by any stretch of the imagination, but you were close, and trusted their word.
Others, not so much. The others were wolves, and you were a very tasty snack.
All things considered, Titan was fortunate. For the last week, he had been able to steal, beg, or otherwise obtain two decent meals a day, and hadn't even smelled the Wolves. The weight in his pocket was a testament to that, what he had taken to calling his "bath cash". He had to get out of here, but to do so he needed to look like he shouldn't be here first. Hence, less unwashed hobo, more soap. Looking at-correction, smelling the long term residents, of this section of New Escrow, it was clear to see who had given up, and who was still fighting for something better. Sometimes literally. He'd been here for two weeks, and he was near the point where he had to leave, or something was going to happen. He didn't know what, and he didn't know how he knew, he just did. His gut screamed louder every second he stayed, and that area of his mind, the one that itched, warned him to listen.
Clang!
The sound of metal hitting metal snapped Titan out of his musings. He brought his head up, eyes focusing on the streets around him. It was just before dawn, the first hints of sunlight sneaking out from the horizon in the distance. Titan always woke before dawn, and normally took that time to stake out his corner, and memorize the lay about it. Today, he was at a lower-middle class business district. Lots of offices, the occasional food joint to service them, and plenty of foot traffic midday. Lots of competition for this spot, but it was public, so nothing ever happened during the day. You only got stabbed once you laid down, or so he'd heard. Titan shifted his position to his feet, his danger sense still not abating.
Something was wrong. Someone was watching him, he was sure of it.
Titan shifted to analytical mode, and brought up his mental map. Three approaches to this corner. One he was looking straight at, and could be ruled out immediately. Only idiots knifed someone where they were looking. The alley behind him was definitely a strong contender, with it's burnt out bulbs plunging most of the dead end into darkness. A spice-addict might have been high there, and escaped his attention earlier on, maybe hiding in the trash. Last option was to his right, down the main street. Risky, but would be intimidating to most. A gang would probably use it, or someone supremely confident in their combat prowess. Either way, probably not something he'd like to meet. Coming down from that way, they'd have full view of the street, meaning running was not an option. He wasn't as confident in this city as others were, and was more than likely to end up surrounded if they knew where he was running. Besides, he liked this spot.
Titan took a few short steps forwards, then spun around. Hopefully, his luck would keep up, and there wouldn't be some knife-wielding spice-nut hiding in the dumpster. He muttered a quick curse - don't know where he picked up that one - and ran quickly into the alley. He pushed a pile of trash to the side and slipped in, ears keen to hear the sound of footsteps, growing ever closer.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
Cla-
A pause. He heard scratches. A muttered curse or two. Then another voice, deeper, probably not human by the sounds of it. They spoke quietly, and he couldn't make out what they said exactly. Titan cursed, then looked around in the darkness for something to use as a weapon. The voices rose in intensity, and then he heard movement. Closer. He swore again, and scrambled more. Was there nothing but towels in the kriffing city? Closer. Screw it. No time for anything else. He grabbed a urine soaked towel, and leaned forward just a touch, to see down the alley, then leaned quickly back in.
Two males, one human, one Rodian. Human had a pipe, Rodian had a knife, and Titan has a piss-soaked towel. Great. They were searching for something, and having weapons pulled out was probably not the best sign for him. Him avoiding the Wolves for the last couple of days had probably made a few suspicious, and didn't do him any favors. Just one more day, he thought. You wanted one more bloody day to make a handful of credits to make your ass smell good for some desk-bound veteran to give you a thumbs up to get yourself shot. Real brilliant, bravo. He scowled at himself, then stood up. Well, on the off chance what they were looking for wasn't an easy fifteen creds, then he might as well introduce himself.
Need any help?
The Rodian and the man turned from the piles of trash and looked at Titan. Almost in unison, they looked at each other, as if in confirmation. Then the Rodian slowly started pacing towards Titan, followed by the human. He spread his arms, the urine soaked towel covering his left. Too soon, they were too far away.
I take it we can't be friends then? Ah well.
The Rodian was closer to Titan now, and readying the knife. He never could tell with Rodians, but he could have sworn he was grinning as he closed the final distance between them, knife clutched at the ready. He held it comfortably, obviously used to doing this kind of thing often. Well, so was Titan, in a way. The Rodian paused for a nanosecond as he started to extend the knife, and Titan reacted.
His left hand, still covered in the towel, moved past the blade safely, barely scratching the soaked towel, and gripped the Rodian's wrist firmly, twisting as he pulled him towards the right side of Titan's waist. The Rodian's arm locked up, and a heavy strike to the elbow quickly traded the Rodian's knife for a fracture. Moving his hand back up, he knifed his right hand towards the Rodian's right eye, and with a wet sound, pierced it, then cupped and scooped as much as he could out. The Rodian screamed, and Titan pushed him towards the human who had been trying to edge around the Rodian.
Titan quickly stooped to pick up the knife as the human just pushed the Rodian aside. Huh, well, no honor among thieves and all that, he guessed. The man rushed him as Titan scrambled to pick up the knife, and brought a vertical blow towards his exposed back. Titan rolled forward as he picked up the knife, and then rotated to face his last remaining assailant. He was rushing him again, the pipe raised above his head for another heavy overhead blow. Titan leaned forward, still half-crouched, then pushed off on his leg, knife outstretched.
The impact rolled up his shoulder, and Titan let it flow out down his body. The human let go of his pipe, and Titan twisted the knife a bit, tearing a bit more of the kidney away. The human stooped back a bit, and Titan pushed him off the knife. His head itched as he quickly silenced the still screaming Rodian with a quick slash, a phrase he had learned somewhere.
"The trick to fighting with a knife, especially one that doesn't vibrate, or light up, or do anything fancy like that, is to aim between the ribs. You go past the bone, and into the flesh. Just picture your target's skeleton, and slide into the spot where the bones aren't."
He rummaged through the Rodian's pockets, then turned towards the human, still bleeding out on the alley, his head by the piss-covered towel. Titan walked casually towards him, and gave him the same small mercy he gave the Rodian, then set to work on his pockets. No ID, no anything but a satchel of cred chips and a few wrappers. Still, it looked like he wouldn't have to beg today, and that meant he only had one more thing to do.....
A few hours later, washed and refreshed, he made his way to the Imperial Army Recruiting Branch. It was a small beige office, covered with propaganda posters of soldiers in a variety of situations, normally followed with a few motivational words near the bottom. Very patriotic. Very ineffective on someone like Titan, who was looking at this from a different point of view. As he stood in the waiting room for his appointment, he reminded himself why he was doing what he was.
Skills like his don't come from just anywhere, and capsules like the one he was found in don't come from the sky, except in very, very expensive ships. So, if he wanted answers to what he was looking for, he needed two things. One, he needed protection from whoever put him in that capsule...or whoever he was running from in the first place. He shuddered to think what would have forced him to freeze himself to escape from. Secondly, he needed equipment - weaponry, armor, and all the credits he could get. The best place to get this would be the military, therefore, here he was. Enlisting. It was going to be a fun couple of days.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 4, 2013 14:55:33 GMT -8
The bodies had been found minutes later. Long enough for Titan to have left the area and been lost in the crowd. A scream was all it took. Despite the entire populace needing the be armed not to many of them had seen a body, they lived in their quaint little lives doing whatever it was they did. The woman who found the bodies screamed and ear shattering scream, and others came rushing over to see what the problem was. One actually threw up upon seeing the human in a pool of blood contaminating the scene.
A crew of six Imperial Stormtroopers rushed onto the scene pushing the crowd back. One of the things that the Empire had promised was security and before the economic downtime everyone had been employed. Thanks to the GEC crash though things were rough, even on the Jewel of the Deep Core where credits were flowing if you had the right job.
People pushed back the crime was investigated, photos were taken DNA was swabbed and the bodies were removed. The whole enchilada. However there was not a lot going for them though. Two homeless people stabbed in a back alley, dead. No footage. No witnesses. Just another cold case on a planet that would soon forget them. Many of them would not even care that these two died.
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At the center though things were as normal. People came in looking for a job, they left enrolled in the Imperial army. As time went on the people inside the office dwindled until only a handful remained. In came a blonde bombshell. Long flowing locks, dazzling blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds. If she had not been in the drab grey uniform and her hair tied under the cap on her head she would be considered an actress. It wasnt in her blood though so like so many before her she joined the army unsure of what to do. Next.
It was a simple word. It spoke volumes though, she was tired. It had been a long day of listening to sop stories. Why do you want in the army? Are you of good health? She had joined to be a part of the war, but it did not work out that way and she was stationed in the branch. Waiting for Titan to enter she would close the door she limped over to the seat. The reasons for her being here was obvious now. Her left leg from the thigh down was nothing but a prosthetic.
Sitting down with a plop on her chair she pushed the sheet forward in front of Titan. So you are looking for a job in the Imperial Army. To be brash, why?
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Post by Titan on Aug 4, 2013 15:52:20 GMT -8
Titan breathed in deep, then swallowed audibly. He looked nervous. He planned it that way. As the other applicants at this office had filed into her office, he had studied her out of the corner of his eye. She probably had noticed him, but dismissed it as just another horny teenager, lusting after her body. There was some truth to that, he admitted, but the real reason wasn't quite so simple.
He needed a good review. He needed to be marked as trustworthy, loyal, and above all else, patriotic. Almost every citizen had some form of identification on them, and failing that, some DNA test would show them their medical records at the very least. So, he had to somehow persuade this woman that he was just a down on his luck patriot, looking to do his duty. The woman moved with a slight limp on her left, but barely let it slow her down. Some part of Titan's brain told him it was probably just a mediocre prosthetic, with a poor connection to the rest of her leg. He filed that away under potentially useful, and waited 'till she took the next applicant. She came out again, putting on one of those smiles that never reached the eyes, and took another step out to call the next person on the list. She greeted the next applicant the same way she had done the one previously, and walked him in, limping again.
Wait. She put just a bit more weight on her leg this time.Thought Titan, as he watched her greet the young man. She repeated the pattern for the next one, and the next one. Every time she greeted a new person, she breathed just a little deeper, leaned just a little harder on her leg. She was tired. She didn't enjoy doing this, but she still cared enough about it to try her best. Either personal work ethic, or she was just jaded towards what she did, and didn't know what else to do to make her happy again. Prosthetic was probably a result of an accident in the field, either training or war wound. So a veteran, low-ranking soldier given the choice between some boring job in civilian life, and having to restart, or working a desk job of the government she loved. Remarkable.
"People are always looking for the big things, huge rocks that immediately tip the scales, and disregard the sands they drown in."
More voices in his head. Perfect. He pushed away the odd mix of emotions that phrase brought to him, then focused on the task at hand. The next person left, and Titan was forming a plan. It was risky, and didn't feel right, but the more he followed that train of thought, the better and better it sounded.
Finally, Titan's name was called up. A confused secretary looked at the list again, giving Titan a suspicious look at the lack of last name. He was unimportant. He followed the blond bombshell to her desk, watching her hair bop and bounce as it struggled to free itself of it's grey confines. Reviewing the plan in his head, shook her hand firmly, then sat down after her. Pausing a moment, she turned an application sheet to Titan, then leaned back into her chair.
Swallow. Breathe in. Breath out. Titan looked down at the sheet, with it's check boxes, previous medical conditions, and slid it gently to the side. He then looked up at the blond, the woman who he didn't know, and thought of how she must have felt, the grief of losing the ability to run like she used to, the joy she felt when she took her first steps for the second time, and how she must have felt originally, serving her country, before it betrayed her and took her leg from her. Something about this was right, and he channeled that to his voice, and through his eyes.
I've fought for as long as I can remember to protect myself, and keep the ones I love safe. Not really a lie, there. He barely remembered the beginning of this month, and as far as he knew, loved himself. The most believable lies had the most truth in them. He took another breath, looking straight into her eyes as he said this. But I don't want anyone else to have to suffer, while I fight for something petty. I want to fight to make sure others don't have to, that others can live free of fear while I go marching through the minefield. Calculated risk. She could associate that negatively, or she could sympathize with it.I'm not from here. I'm not a citizen of the Empire. But I want for the Empire that raised me, because I believe that the Empire cares about each of us, even if we don't care about it anymore.
He stopped, and felt the connection between him and her fade, as he slowly let his senses incorporate her reaction. This was make or break. She either gave him the all clear, or called security to deport him. Either way, he was committed.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 5, 2013 8:31:50 GMT -8
Just as she was being sized up earlier the woman did the same to Titan. He was unremarkable. Tall and skinny. He almost looked gaunt, but not to the point of concern. It was his eyes though, she had received many a lustful look from young men in her life but this was something else. They bore into her with an intensity unknown to her or so it would seem.
When he made the minefield analogy she could feel her leg stiffen and itch. Ghost leg syndrome so to speak. The doctors had told her of this when she had awoken in the hospital; told her that occasionally her body would perceive still having a leg. Although she did not lose the leg in a minefield it was close enough to the truth. An explosion from artillery shelling during the brief war with Mandalorians. Looking down for half a second she looked back up. People do not talk like that any more you know.
It was obvious she wasnt moved by the little speech but it got his point across. We are always looking for young blood. You do know there is an age requirement to sign up and join the Empire right? She hoped to trap him here, most people would hesitate when making up an age. Hell most people need a second to think about how old they really are. If he did lie though she wouldnt care, always looking for the new person. Plus a bonus on her pay check for everyone she signs up.
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Post by Titan on Aug 5, 2013 8:51:58 GMT -8
Phew. Speech accomplished. Titan released the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, and relaxed a bit. He had done well, had made her think he was just another optimistic recruit, looking for a fresh start with the country he loved. Dedicated, but not exceptional. Not enough to attract notice. Which suited him just fine. Too much attention would put a bulls eye on his back, and a knife in his neck. Still, a part of him was disappointed with his performance, wishing he had gotten more from it. Guess he hadn't been much of a people person beforehand.
The woman had twitched her leg at mention of the minefield, looking down at it for a second, then had slipped out of the tired, disenfranchised tone she was so accustomed to when she looked back up. Just for a second, but Titan could have sworn that for just a second, she was back at the front, fighting for the country she believed in. Maybe it was nothing, but Titan knew it meant one thing. She wouldn't ask too many questions when he signed up. He was another naive soldier, doing his duty, and she would send him along his way.
The feeling faded as she continued with the questions, and Titan scanned his brain quickly for an answer. How old was he? Well, shit. It was the simplest questions that got you, apparently. Most people assumed he was 17, so he probably was close to that. He didn't know. Well, time to lie through his teeth. Not like she would care, now would she?
18 last month. Been looking forward to this for a while.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 5, 2013 16:21:09 GMT -8
That was good enough for her and she nodded. Taking the sheet which was presumably finished by now she read it over. Rather just looked it over, she did not need to look at everything. Hell after doing it so long she could tell what went were and what it meant. Part of the reason she was here was the best of the best when it came to remember boring stuff. No criminal record, no illnesses. Welcome to the corps. Reaching over to her right with practiced ease she picked up a stamp and pressed it down on the area designated for it. Green. He was in. We just need you to step on over to the room over there and get a quick medical first. Once done well welcome to the army son.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 22, 2014 10:22:31 GMT -8
From within a building, a pair of eyes watched the scene as the Imperial Remnant decor was removed, only to be replaced by insignia of the Galactic Empire. A means of instilling Imperial fervor for the newly founded Galactic Empire and the Remnant's assimilation into the one true Empire. A snort comes below these eyes as the figure moves away, heading downstairs to a secluded meeting room.
Once the door closed, the figure was revealed to be a middle aged Human man, a native of Aargau. His name was Blorn, a proud citizen of the Imperial Remnant, not this Empire. Within the meeting room stood other individuals; former workers, soldiers, and officials who believed in the existence of the Remnant and not the Empire. Many of them felt that the government had betrayed their trust for the sake of this Galactic Empire which was centered at Kuat. Blorn gazes at those assembled as he approaches the table.
Did the funds come in from our patron? I hope that man hasn't backed out from this operation.
No, Blorn. The funds arrived just as expected, we have used it to bribe some of the paramilitary and buy weapons from the underground. We still have funds leftover if we need anything else.
Then we need to go ahead with the operation. The Imperial Suns must be known and we must strike swiftly!
But Blorn, we cannot rush this! Who knows what could happen if we strike too soon.
The Imperial 21st Corps, 7th Armored Division and Nemesis Command are out of the Deep Core region, thanks to our man from the inside. Only the lightly armed paramilitary and a few guard units remain on Aargau. If we rush the government building before they return, the planet will be ours.
The group of people stare at each other after Blorn speaks. He had become their undisputed leader over a short period of time; his fervor and loyalty to the Remnant was not only inspiring, but troublesome to those among the leadership of the Imperial Suns. After a few moments, nods of agreement were made, some of them being reluctant. Blorn smiles and claps his hands together.
Be ready at dawn, my brothers. For within one swift move, we will strike at the heart of Aargau and win our freedom!
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