Fiora Ren
Knights of Ren
Posts: 351
Affiliation: The First Order - The Knights of Ren
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Post by Fiora Ren on Jun 8, 2022 15:36:10 GMT -8
Fiora remained sprawled out on the table even as Harnan placed his hand upon her cheek. Her tears had stopped, but her eyes were still very red. She felt... defeated. She cared very much for Faina, and having her visit had been nice. But watching her leave was painful. She sighed dejectedly, pressing her cheek against the warmth and comfort Harnan's hand provided in that moment. Perhaps with time this would get easier, but right now it just kind of sucked. She glanced up toward Harnan, his helmet still off and held beneath his arm
I know, It just sucks... But thank you Master... Thankfully Kortos' Holocron has at least made this bearable...
Her right hand reached out and gripped the wrapped Holocron, holding tightly to it
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
Posts: 601
Affiliation: Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jun 8, 2022 16:25:10 GMT -8
He offered a hopeful smile down at her as his hand lightly rubbed against her cheek
I had a feeling it would have some answers, he has yet to let me down... As for the pain, it will heal with time. I promise... Now, we should get back to the Citadel so you can begin your training with Kortos...
He removed hs hand from her cheek and offered it out for her to use in getting up to leave
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Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
Posts: 198
Affiliation: Knights of Ren - The Magisterium
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Jun 27, 2022 2:28:41 GMT -8
Missionary of the Obsidian Order
The Obsidian Order seemed to almost appear over night as Eulogists were sent forth from Byss and went about their work of creating a new Church. Being that Prakith was the seat of the Ren's power, there was not a great deal of work to be done converting the masses and preaching about the greatness and benevolence of the Ren. Those that were loyal were inducted up the ranks of the Order where they would learn of the Magisterium once they progressed far enough. But even those that did not progress far enough still played their parts as informants for the Order
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Nem Yin
The First Order
The dark expanse of the intergalactic void is not as empty as they would have you believe...
Posts: 439
Affiliation: The First Order
Traffic Light: Blue
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Post by Nem Yin on May 23, 2024 8:29:22 GMT -8
While the Tribune Knight was busy enjoying a post-coital snooze in a nice warm bed next to a naked empress, the Crab Knight was having considerably less well of a time, as he plunged head first through the sky after jumping ship at the edge of space. The photosynethic layer of bacteria covering his cloaker worked overtime to continuous match the shifting environment as he hurtled back towards the ground at terminal velocity, the only sign of his descent an occasional puff of steam from his gnullith rebreather, which was currently fitted with a lungworm due to the thin air of the upper atmosphere. Before long he found himself falling through chemical clouds produced by towering exhaust stacks attached to the tops of factory warehouses in the ghettoized work zone sector of the city. Pulling his arms in close, the Executor slapped his sides, triggering a concealed reflex along the inside seam oh his sleeves and abdomen, releasing a tightly bound membrane of skin that stretched between his wrists and waist. In seconds his form fitting cloaker had become a wingsuit, catching the air and rapidly slowing the Intendant's fashionable fall as he glided over the poorer portion of the city, a wraith against the dimming evening sky as night replaced day.
He circled the impoverished worker area for several rotations as he attempted to determine the best place to land, finally settling on a long strip of alley between two dilapidated businesses. Tugging his arms in close, he dived down towards the alley, thrusting his stomach forwards and his arms back in a final gust of air. His feet hit the dirty duracrete hard as he stumbled forwards several steps before coming to a complete stop, taking a moment to regain his balance in addition to his footing. Slapping his sides again, the fleshy wings retreated back into the arms of his outfit, blending back into their place of concealment. Nem reached forwards and flipped open the go-back strapped to his chest, retrieving an ooglith cloaker wound up into a ball, which he unfurled and allowed to stretch over his entire body. This third layer of flesh was visible to the naked eye, unlike the last, custom tailored by the Intendant to appear as an atypical and uninteresting human male. The Intendant stood there in his seeming nakedness, false nether-bits dangling between his legs like a toydarians floppy snout, feeling the crisp night air through the symbiotic connection shared with his living attire.
His streaking was short lived as he removed a set of plain clothes from his satchel next, dressing his human disguise in a pair of pleated blue pants, a plain red shirt, and a long overcoat that hung down past his knees. Hardly the height of infidel fashion, but more than suitable for the poorer section of the city he found himself in, full of the unwashed masses of the citizenries lower caste. Nem slipped out the alleyway and blended in with the crowds of filthy workers on their way home after a physically brutal shift, merging with the sweat stinking bodies headed towards the rough cantinas the sector was known for rather than the rows of tents set up in the work camps where many of the factory employees slept. He passed through a set of saloon style doors of one dingy watering hole with the named 'Drunken Rancor' written on the wall outside in faded letters. After clearing the entrance, he allowed his concealed mqaaq'it to adjust, taking in his surroundings.
This was exactly the place he was looking for. It wasn't just home to workers looking to spend their cheque after a long shift, but also served as host to an element of the underworld community the former Vong Reaver was quite familiar with. A true hive of scum and villainy.
The bald headed human standing in the still swinging doors grinned, real rictus like, stretching unnaturally from one pale pink ear to the next. He'd start his recruitment here. His grin faded as fast as it formed, and Nem found himself a seat in a far corner of the cantina, using his plethora of integrated biots to eavesdrop on the locals.
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Affiliation: Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 7, 2024 17:58:26 GMT -8
Since the Ren retreat to Prakith, evacuation works had been underway to move the citizens of Prak City to the far side of the planet to ensure they would be out of harms way, per the Empresses request. As with most such operations, it had been the Upper and Middle class that had benefitted the most rapidly from these evacuation works, with their flights out having happened in the initial days of the return. Supplies were being shipped out of the city to help ensure the longest possible shelter time for those already moved, but also for those yet to be moved. The lower-class which consisted of those that were mostly factory workers, were left to the lowest priority for evacuation, with plans having been drawn up to bring the last of them out just before or as the forces under Octavian arrived to the Ren Stronghold.
How successful that plan would be, was entirely up to the compliance of the people. Atlantia knew that Fiora's heart was in the right place, but she also recognised that some contingent of the people would resist and refuse to leave. For them, Atlantia had no pity. These evacuations were a far more kind gesture than most leaders would have attempted in times of war, so if the people wanted to damn themselves it was their own decision. As it stood, Neith was busy overseeing the daily shuttle evac flights, supply runs, and now had also been tasked with a search of the city for the Yuuzhan Vong visitor that Neith seemed to think was still here. Purge Trooper patrols doubled and tripled in various areas across the city to better search out and find this mysterious stranger. Whether he was actually here or not, remained to be seen. But the patrols did help with confining and sectioning off sections of the city whilst the evacuations were underway
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Nem Yin
The First Order
The dark expanse of the intergalactic void is not as empty as they would have you believe...
Posts: 439
Affiliation: The First Order
Traffic Light: Blue
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Post by Nem Yin on Jul 14, 2024 11:45:39 GMT -8
"They're looking for someone." Snarled a street level thug peering through a inch wide gap in two wooden slats nailed to the window of a boarded up cantina in the slums of the worker quarters, squinting at the backs of a pair of Purge Troopers marching down the street outside, before turning his ugly inbred visage towards the centre of the room where the gangs leader was seated at a wooden table. Nem met the infidel's stupid stare with the false face he wore, manipulating the ooglith masquer to mimic human irritation. He couldn't help scowling as he observed the self inflicted gash running down the crooks dirty cheek, a recently adopted symbol of the gang, one that identified them as a member of the Scarred. Utterly foolish, the Intendant was all to happy to indulge the infidels in their tribal tradition, considering them all expendable in the name of the cause. "Of course they are." The disguised Yuuzhan Vong snapped at his underling, squeezing his knuckles until they cracked in audible pops, before his lip curled into an arrogant sneer. "They're looking for me.""You?" Questioned the dimwitted man, his peasant face a mask of utter confusion, unable to comprehend much beyond the effectiveness of brute force in getting his way. "What's so special about you? Err, no offense, boss." "Har!" Barked the Executor, slapping his knee hard as expressed his amusement. A casual flick of his wrist somehow projected a concealed coufee blade into his hand, appearing with practiced slight of hand, clenched tightly in the Yuuzhan Vong's iron grip as he rose from his seat. "It's been too long since I ran things aboard the Cutlass. I had forgotten just how stupid criminals actually are." He stated plainly, before adding... "No offense, of course. I'll have you know I'm a very important person.""How important?" Nem could practically see the gears turning in the human's head as he considered betraying the leader of their newly formed gang for the promise of monetary gain."Not that important." He scowled, shaking his head. "But important enough to not want me poking into their business. The ruling elites of this world have secrets aplenty to keep.""Really?" Asked the man. "Like what?" "Who cares?" Replied Nem. "Let them keep them. I'm just here to have a little fun and take advantage of the wonderful distraction a planetary preparing for global invasion creates. Our boys in up-town inform us the wealthier portions of the city are being evacuated first, and quickly. That leaves plenty of empty houses with lots of valuables left behind." And a useful distraction whenever which crew he sent inevitably got caught by the authorities. "It's time to do what you do best." |
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