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Mar 7, 2014 14:02:46 GMT -8
Post by Ramiel Diux on Mar 7, 2014 14:02:46 GMT -8
Having found the lovely company which joined them off the shuttle to be a slight bit over dramatic, Ram was much more content once they had entered the elevator and then subsequently the hallway where fewer stood around them. He knew that he wasn't an army, but he also knew that they didn't need an army to protect them. Regardless, the time passed as quickly as possible, his eyes taking it all in, though doing so more subtly than the troops with their heads on swivels scanning for threats. He had learned to take in the important details with a clandestine nonchalance. As Sin exited the elevator first and stood in the archway while her title was announced, Ram could not help but smirk slightly. They'd won the war, but their current reality was still settling in with him. The trio stepped inwards and he nodded his head in a slight bow respectfully to the seated woman, then the standing one behind her, as he was introduced.
Taking the opportunity afterwards, he stepped past as they would all be moving in and took a moment to stand by the massive window-wall to take in the scene. The view was impressive and only lended to making him feel both significant and small, reflecting on the vastness of the planet, while knowing that not many were able to enjoy this, and remembering that he also presided over a planet of his own with a similar view. Turning around to face the table and the other occupants of the room once more, Ram looked to the Major and her companion as he spoke, with the yellow ring about the pupils of his icy blue eyes examining the two.
"A pleasure. The view is quite impressive."
The rasp of his voice acted as the only outward indicator of dark side taint to him, aside from his darker robes over armour, as his skin and features were not aged or compromised for his connection, and his skin holding a healthy colour to it. He took a seat at the table, which would end up being Sin's right hand should she seat herself at the opposite head, his eyes darting up to take note of the exits and guards that were around. He knew things were secure, but habits were a hard thing to kick sometimes.
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Mar 7, 2014 22:19:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Mar 7, 2014 22:19:35 GMT -8
The room had an emptiness to it stemming from the fact that it was designed to hold many more people than simply five people. As ordered, none of the Reich's troops were here, both to prevent information leaks, and offer a sense of the olive branch. Granted, the Major herself was technically a trooper, or at least an active member of the Remnant Army currently holding this world which has known much in the way of misfortune. At the moment, the woman in the suit notes that the Empire has not brought guards of their own. They could of course just be waiting outside or combing the office tower for anything unusual. As Sinistra introduced her compatriots, the woman listened silently, blinking slowly a few times before cordially acknowledging each of them.
"Welcome. The woman behind me is Tess, serving as my linguistics expert. Bah, titles. Titles. So many titles. Contrite fluff, from its end to its start -illusions, even fleeting. Your collective actions thunder louder than any title, you victorious people, you. Do not take offense, but between people of our stature there is an intrinsic understanding shared. We each have shaped worlds and fates. Flaunting these facts now only serves to insult the very legacy you create.
"Straight to business, then? The victory on Kaut marks a turning point in history -the birth of something, in light to the Republic's recent stance, precious. An empire. An actual empire! It's monumental, it's exciting.
"My reason for requesting you here is simple in spirit and essentially a proposal: expansion of the new Empire. How? By my inclusion into it. But at this juncture there must be so very much happening in everyone's minds. What qualifications do I have? What are the details? Why now? Who exactly am I? Please, consider this a job interview. May each of you feel free to inquire or air any commentary. I am nothing if not generous with information for those that shape this galaxy."
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Mar 8, 2014 10:29:33 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2014 10:29:33 GMT -8
The Captain offered his most charming smile, as the doors parted to admit the Kuati based Cabal into the unorthodox Conference chamber. He had to admit the ancient styling of wood was not to his liking, as he was more used to the iron shod environments bound to his warships in the void. Disguising his thoughts as the dissolution of his warming smile, Logan let his mind take upon itself a new burden – the face of the woman whom bore the honorific title of Major. She was no Holostar, a fact which was made apparent as soon as Logan’s eyes fell upon her form clad in a traditional suit from a time long past. Instead she was beautiful in her own right, a factor often unseen in the women populating the galaxy. Without the sculpted flesh of the Coruscanti nobles- most of which had been given treatment under the knife – this Major was adored for the beauty of her mind rather than the features of her physique. Her choice of wording had revealed this fact, and almost instantaneously Logan had liked this Major immensely.
He was looking forward to the future in which they worked together, where he would get to see this Major’s brilliance put to the test.
Taking his seat across the table from the Lord Ramiel, the Captain removed his personal datapad from the folds of his olive-green uniform and placed the device before him. As if instructed by instinct, Logan removed his matching laurel stenciled cap and set it down beside his miniature terminal. While he was no diplomat, Captain Aximand was more than willing to give this new theatre of war a shot; despite the trepidation he had endured upon the journey to this planetary system. Donning an impartial masque, the Captain waited with baited breath to see how this all unfolded, between the masterful manipulator in the shrouded form of the Emperor and the calculated intelligence of the Major. Logan would remain silent, enforcing strict discipline upon his tongue – speaking only when spoken to or simply answering questions should his relevancy be required.
His mind would be dedicated to more trivial designs until such a time arose, for the Imperium wouldn’t thrive if the menial tasks were forgotten in the light of a potential – and potent – Ally.
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Mar 8, 2014 11:40:25 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Mar 8, 2014 11:40:25 GMT -8
"Why now indeed. An excellent question to begin with." Sinistra did not take a seat yet. She was thirsty, and with the bar catching her attention from the corner of her eye, she meandered over to peruse the selection of fine liquors and cordials. Finding a rather nicely labeled whiskey, she poured herself three fingers of the potent drink and walked slowly and deliberately to the seat opposite the Major. She tugged gently at the chair to roll it from the table, her other hand setting the glass down on the finely crafted tabletop.
Both hands free, she smoothed the brocade coat down to the backs of her thighs and sat gracefully in the rather plain conference chair. It could have been a throne for all the confidence and charisma she carried with her. Her fingers knitted together across her lap, she tilted the seat back just a bit to recline and listen to the Major's words. It was she who requested this meeting after all and she who wished inclusion in the Empire.
"What, exactly, would you be looking for with inclusion within the Empire? You have an already strikingly loyal military, a ruthless efficiency for conquest and a sizeable fortune. You have instilled a fascist sense of civic pride and dignity into your men and women that will not be easy to replace with devotion to the Imperial throne. I fear your men will always be your men and if that is the truth of the matter, what good does it do me to have men beneath me whose allegiance lay elsewhere?" There was a very calculating look in the eyes of the older woman, sizing up the competition. Oh yes, competition. Perhaps not today, but one day, if the Major lived as long as Sinistra had, she would find herself on the other end of a meeting just like this one.
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Mar 8, 2014 14:41:15 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Mar 8, 2014 14:41:15 GMT -8
There was something about this young woman who never failed to smile slightly at every minute. Her pale face remains undisturbed, nor did a single freckle upon her smooth face wrinkle. And why would they? Nothing has been said yet that wasn't anticipated. Still, a declaration of intentions would further solidify any chance of something more than an alliance. Understanding this perfectly, the Major answers one of her oldest role models, the one often called "Lord of Attrition." Sith, what a dramatic lot. It was always a wonder why more of them weren't artists.
"Do you know the failings of the old empire? A crushing need to force the individual spirit with a foggy, delusional idea of loyalty. Eventually loyalty becomes avarice as the subjects lose their identity. Eventually they revolt. Eventually, the person directly next to the leader tosses their supposed bastion right off a cliff.
Do you know what truly breeds that mysterious compassion where each man and woman works to a common goal? Desire. Opportunity for accomplishments. Self expression. Self fulfillment. We each are selfish -have someone tighten restrictions upon your desires and you grow to hate them.
Do you think you're here to recruit another Yesman? More subjugation? Such insignificance will never cement an empire worthy of a thousand years. But do you know what you can use? The ravenous, the violent, the cunning: offer them a prize and they will claw at the enemy to bring you it. The Empire offers such prizes: validity, an outlet, and a cause worth fighting for. These principles will garner more respect and pride from both myself and my men exponentially more than any oath of fealty, or bondage. Give us enemies, targets, wealth, people to exploit, allies to fight with, and fields and cities to raise our flags against. Give us that joy on a larger scale, and we'll bring trophies, do the dirtiest of deniable operations, and expand your borders, all while shouting a testimony of the glorious Empire.
We may have this in bottles aplenty, but these people are an insatiable lot! They are compelled to grow. The Empire offers the space to contain us with purpose."
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Mar 8, 2014 22:21:52 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Mar 8, 2014 22:21:52 GMT -8
"Ah, you misunderstand me. I do not want a yes man, I don't suffer them. I do not demand unquestioning loyalty from anyone under my command just for the sake of it. I reward them richly for the jobs they perform and give them more than enough chances to prove they are worthy of such praise and compensation. Take Ramiel. Take that hulking merc, Gulliver. Take Captain Aximand here. He only recently joined our ranks from the Imperial Remnant. We reviewed his personnel file, saw that he had been underappreciated and corrected that oversight. He was given leave to put his talents to us for us and became the hero of Kuat, but I'm sure he tells a much more compelling story."
She swiveled her chair only slightly as she reached for the glass, her eyes and a sly smile leveled on the Major. "I will give you and yours plenty of opportunity to take the Empire's banner and plant it firmly in the faces of those who would rather see us turned to dust, but the question I really want to know is if you become members of the Empire, will you suffer your units to be broken up, mixed with mine until the Reich is immersed so deeply in the Imperial military that without speaking, you wouldn't know who came from where. I will welcome you with open arms to build this Empire to height that Palpatine only dreamed of, but there is no yours and mine. There is only ours. And ours in that we are all working towards a common goal and a vision that I possess for remaking this galaxy as I see fit."
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Mar 9, 2014 7:56:58 GMT -8
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Mar 9, 2014 7:56:58 GMT -8
An eyebrow belonging to the individual standing behind the seated woman with the calculating stare raised ever so slightly. To the unpolitical woman, the proposition being offered sounded fair enough, but there had to be more to it, given the two powerful women's history. To intermingle forces like that under one banner was quite idealistic; a union like that could benefit both parties exponentially in more ways than few. However, Tess couldn't shake the feeling that there was some underlying motive beneath this simplistic offer. If the troops were in fact to be intermingled, who is to say that there weren't to be spies in the mix, ever ready to procure or kill for information? What if this was a trap for Major, to lure her in a false sense of security until the higher power decided her usefulness had run out? Could this even be a plot to get rid of her one and for all?
Conversely, Tess felt that maybe she was looking too far into things. She had a distrust of most people, given her past experiences. Maybe things wouldn't be so bleak, and this growing empire could become a thing of glory and restoration. At the present moment, it wasn't her place to object or agree. Hell, this wasn't even her planet. Its fate had almost nothing to do with her. Almost being the emphasized word. She was but moral support for her companion- a living, breathing piece of furniture. She would support any decision or course of action Major deemed acceptable.
The woman fixed her face, continuing to observe these forces. She noticed Major's cool composure becoming a little more rigid. It was obvious she was composing counter arguments and agreements in her head quickly in order to get this ordeal done with in the neatest possible fashion. What were the men thinking? How did they feel about this alliance? Could everyone be entrusted to maintain civility within all levels of power? How long before their next galactic strife? Could they really ban together in this fledgling empire for a common goal? All Tess could do was speculate and be patient. Very patient.
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Mar 9, 2014 8:03:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Mar 9, 2014 8:03:38 GMT -8
"Ah, you overestimate the ability for my people to acclimate to isolation in the Empire. Our Reich and its culture demands cohesion and earned empathy from our komrades. Simply put, the troops don't play well with people foreign to Fascism. Were I to spilt them as you ask, then they would foresee it as a betrayal to our spirit. Without loyalty, they would no doubt sabotage and dishonor both themselves and the Empire by weakening it.
"I do have a proposal and contingency that serves both your vision and my responsibility to these people. I'll reassign my oldest veterans and rebuild the Remnant Army into a single, autonomous command which takes orders directly from the top, which is presumably you. This group will operate from a single capital ship and act as a self sustaining Expeditionary Force. I'll also maintain garrisons on Shili and Eraidu made up of conscripted troops from both the planet itself, and any volunteers from Empire Space. The rest, including the Panzergrenadier and Fallschirmäger, will be combined into a defense task force with the sole objective of maintaining not only the triangular trade network between the aforementioned planets and Dressel, but the rest of the Empire as well. They will work with your staff in order to determine where the Empire needs them the most. Next, as I'm sure you're aware of, Eraidu is home to over twenty billion humans. A propaganda campaign that motivates even 5 percent of a historically Imperialistic planet would be more than enough to make up for any lost strength due to the Battle at Kaut. Moreover, these conscripts will directly be transferred into your command structure without any Reich interference. Finally, Rotdana, any contentions or history between us over any past assets will be laid to rest here and now: in your favor, a formal surrender. Though personal matters do not make business meat, I am compelled to offer a sacrifice of self to maintain the identity of my people. Such is the duty of a commander.
"My terms will help get my komrades used to life under your flag, while you reap the benefits of their expertise without compromising their integrity of self belief. Furthermore, we send a message to galaxy at large: Under der Rotdana, her vision is your benefit. When the people don't have to even give up their freedom to serve the greatest cause in history, they will flock to you in droves."
Spoken in a even voice, even the tiny bit about the one thing between the Lord of Atrocity and the Last Fallanassi. No one else should make sense of it, but Sinistra would catch it. So the Major hoped, at least.
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Mar 9, 2014 14:48:20 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Mar 9, 2014 14:48:20 GMT -8
She watched the Fallanassi, the woman behind her and the men to either side of her while she sipped the whiskey in her hand. She could see the firm determination in the face of the Fallanassi. The rationale behind the segregation of the current Reich troops was something she could understand even if she could not agree that it would be an ideal situation. She would get coalition forces out of the arrangement and by keeping the rest together, it would help to ease the transition. Empire building was tricky business, everything had to balance just so as the pieces were added to building a strong base for the rest to rise up on. The Empire would not force a totalitarian regime on its citizens, their devotion to the Empire would come from themselves first and foremost.
The whiskey stung her tongue as she rolled it around her mouth, the alcohol tingling around the gumline. The mention of the personal asset was something she was absolutely not prepared to discuss in a formal meeting like this. Whatever happened between Eral- Dresden and Riplian was between Dresden and Riplian. Now granted that entire situation was infinitely more complicated due to the direction their friendship had evolved but that had little to do with the fact that the Major and Dresden needed to talk and figure out what exactly the nature of their own relationship was. She swallowed the liquid in her mouth and chased it with another gulp from the crystal glass, draining it of the amber substance.
"The Empire is not without understanding of the subcultures that will make up our populace. Your request for segregation of your current Reich troops is approved, with the understanding that native populations of Eriadu and Shili will be open to recruitment for the Imperial Military. Captain Aximand will be happy to help you assess what your naval capabilities are and recommend redeployment or additions to help allow for Imperial naval coverage in your current missions. Ramiel will be overseeing the establishment of Imperial garrisons and embassies on both worlds to welcome them into the Empire and lay the groundwork for their future growth. As for the other matter..." Sinistra set the glass down on the table, and folded her hands back in her lap.
"Any vested interest in the asset you mentioned is between you and the asset. I do not comment on personal matters in formal negotiations. But now that we get around to you, let's talk about what you want from me. Not your troops, not your ships. What treasure, what delicious jewel do I hold that tempts you to ask me here? What will your job be in my Empire?"
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Mar 9, 2014 16:15:10 GMT -8
Post by Ramiel Diux on Mar 9, 2014 16:15:10 GMT -8
The verbal sparring that were these negotiations thus far had been a veritable battle of compromises. Point for point, the two were engaged and professional, yet spoke with a layer of subtext dripping with intrigue. Ram's eyes darted back and forth from speaker to speaker as they brought up their respective points of view and opinions on the way forward. Fortunately, and somewhat as expected, common ground and understanding was beginning to be reached.
He had taken a particular, albeit clandestine, interest in the body language and posture of the two women with whom he was not familiar. The one standing behind the Major had not yet spoken in their entire visit, while Major had begun somewhat more loosely and relaxed than at present. The entire idea of and context around the Reich was fascinating to him, as it had been a long time since he had encountered a force with such dynamics. In addition to this, these integrated feelings were so strong that they came into play as forerunning terms of their negotiations to inclusion in the Galactic Empire. Not playing well with other must be an understatement if these were such well understood ideals, though the ideology as a whole intrigued him and he made sure to take it down as a note that he should look more into their recent history.
Pulling out his datapad to do so, his hand had just finished dancing over the screen t input the thoughts as Sin continued with her intent for their newly incorporated allies. At the mention of his involvement in establishing the garrisons and embassies, he nodded his head once more the in the direction of the two women at the opposite head of the table, making it known that he was looking forward to the coming interactions. He began to take a few more notes down of the things he would like to do and address in the coming time with this task as well, now that he had the pad out. One of them being to touch base with Furian, as there was much he had to speak to him about.
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Mar 9, 2014 17:48:45 GMT -8
Post by The Major on Mar 9, 2014 17:48:45 GMT -8
Treasures! Desires! Aye, what did this creepy, curvy spindle of collective smooth and dotted lines called the Major want? What a simple question so wildly charged the Fallanassi could not but help to envision an entire reality spiraling -pouring- from her head like macabre tendrils of ink most putrid, rewriting the hearts and minds of humanity so that they might grasp their destiny in her tight, knuckle crunching white gloved hand. There it was, the future, marching incessantly onward upon the faces of those lacking in strength, lacking in the gene pool, lacking in intelligence, lacking in skill to parade drums while the mighty cheer and seek more, seek more and cheer. She could imagine the galaxy as a paper map as the red field of the Empire, its traditional symbols marked with those accursed crosses beneath them, spreading from planet to planet, popping up as insurrections and revolutions as the idea cancer touched and grew. Outward and outward it ever consumed, wrapping the current collective bund of planets as centerpoints, jutting outward into the Expansion Region and Mid Rim, taking and stomping the Outer Rim into submission -the cultures there too resistant to cull into acceptance as part of Der Groß Angriff- watching the Chiss and Wild Space fall to the Quislings, the seduced, the enamored, as the vibrant crimson turned its starving glare against the Core and its Republic -as their worlds collapsed to war on front after front, surrounded on all sides with no where to run. Some of the planets and centerpoints would go black and dead -sacrificed because every offensive had to have its loss, but upon the husks of the burst earth and radioactive choked fields the spread would radiate inevitably, until the very last of the free worlds fell, as they fought with, used, their fathers, husbands, mothers, lovers, and children in vain. Galactic domination always appeared to be nothing but a far off and far flung dream, but who would stop the growth of a society without restraint: with its artists without censors, scientists without limits, warmongers who could fill the mass graves as far as their hearts desired. Who could challenge humans without restraint? It's just a mirage now, seemingly silly, perhaps unattainable, as the pacifists and intellectuals continuously ask, "What are you fighting for?" But even should such dreams falter, and should this entire lot be doomed to a dusty tomb in a corner of oblivion, did they not owe it to not only themselves but to humanity at large to try and try without restraint? Until the gods and singularities themselves were conquered, she said yes.
Their best chance laid with this alliance, this Empire. And should they succeed to rise to a power so vast, then the people in this room would be its heroes -its mythology.
Outwardly, one may notice an increase in breathing from the Major as a smile touched the ends of her lips. It's but a moment before all is utterly composed. It often took a great deal of focus for a mind as large as hers to remain glued to the moment instead of thinking decades ahead. luckily for this group, it took her but a moment. The smiling mouthpiece's legs are crossed as she leans back in her chair, perhaps searching for a way to express her desires in something comprehensible.
"Approval. Your approval. In my life, I've encountered no sense of approval for exactly what I am, nor validity of existence from without rather than within save from two: the woman standing directly behind me, and the woman sitting directly before me. Sinistra, studying you from elementary school has justified my belief that every passion must be approached without any form of compromise to yourself. Say whatever you will about you or your habits, there is no doubt, no one has changed you, subjugated you, or antagonized you for long. Thus, I find validity in never compromising thanks completely to your unintended teaching through example. If you are this Empire's heart, let me be its mouth. "
And the Major found herself checking exactly the kind of validity Tess enabled her to feel, as being a prestigious member of the club who accepts the Last Fallanassi as her complete, warped package. Oddly enough, she found her explanation aloud would be too personal, too emotional, for these architects to hear. Perhaps soon. But she made it a point to bookmark her thought there and reveal it the proper time.
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Mar 10, 2014 6:51:29 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Mar 10, 2014 6:51:29 GMT -8
Approval? My, my. That was an unexpected twist that she didn't see coming. Especially after the Major's disappearing act in Breehara. When put in a room with some one she professed to revere like an idol, her reaction was to sulk, then slip out the window. Her escape couldn't have been more dramatic if she had thrown a drink in Dresden's face and stomped out the front door. But, perhaps it was shame? Or guilt? After all, she just found out that her idol and her love interest were drinking buddies, the idol had seemingly murdered said love interest,she had shot her idol, then when turning guns on the idol, the love interest had been vaped. It was a lot to take in.
But thems the breaks and looking to a Sith Lord for sympathy was futile endeavor. Sinistra could tell her the secret to how she got this way, how she managed to overcome and conquer every situation that threatened to cage her in, but where was the fun in that? The Major had just revealed a very juicy morsel of her own inner workings and that sliver of personality and history was more savory than a hundred tawdry secrets. It was her chain. There was a chance that this was all a ruse, that possibility was always on the table when you were in league with Sith. Sinistra would watch her carefully and see if her talk matched up with her actions.
"The mouth of the Empire. Hmmm. Usually, the messages I send to the galaxy are carefully crafted, spun in just the way I need them to be effective at winning the hearts and minds of those I wish to reach. I don't know that I am willing to let another just become my voice. But I think I may have a spot just perfect for you. It will require relocation to Kuat as you will be very involved in my daily affairs, being my right hand."
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Mar 10, 2014 9:13:57 GMT -8
Post by The Major on Mar 10, 2014 9:13:57 GMT -8
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh? An offer to relocate to the illustrious city, so soon? And in capacity as an acting executive officer? It would have been overwhelming, if it wasn't exactly the position the Major was looking to acquire. Obviously this was also a type of devil's bargain, in so much that having the Major surrounded constantly by leering eyes would weed any potential acts of betrayal. The Sith was certainly watching her back.
Good.
How very interesting. How terribly interesting. If the Macabre Sniper's sense of prediction and anticipation would form up in lieu just as it has thus far, then no doubt the Rotdana would have a certain ex-Shard milling about nearby, serving as her true confidant. As hilariously ironic as it currently stood, the assumption was completely irrelevant until such time as the relationship was confirmed. Could that be used? Should it? It certainly could be played any number of ways, even ways which benefited Sinistra while further weakening Eralam, or vice versa. Options, options, options. Science! Curiosity aside, another path maintained that she ignore both parties for its duration and see if the relationship compromised the integrity of the Empire. Could it possibly strengthen it? Would it cause a division? She wondered if the Sith would make the same mistake as treating the Major as another Sith. Fallanassi played and thought out their lives by a vastly alien set of concepts.
So many equations and simulations to run, tests to conduct, and data to garner! Truly, it was like a great, new dawn drawing from pitiable low in night.
"Relocation is acceptable; however, I need a few days to inform the generals and governors of their new mandate and cause. Dissenters will have to be hung. . . Captain Aximand: I will forward the current strength and order of battle for all vessels currently in the Navy. I'll be keeping the Saya for the reforming expeditionary force -these details will also be forwarded to provide a sense of unit cohesion. Lord Ramiel: as soon as you have the Imperial garrisons in Corvala and Eraidu City, the divisions stationed there we regroup and again reform into the defense task force that has been mentioned. Be sure to prepare the garrisons for insurgent activity. Non-humans there are prone to violence on both planets. Though speed is of course the aim here, policy comes first. I'll personally ensure that the switch is well received.
"Now, if we have reached a consensus, then I do believe I must begin the next phase of our operations. Besides, I'm sure the announcement will cause quite a stir in the Republic. Imagine the shock! 'This just in: the Reich has cast their lot with the Empire!' I can hardly wait to hear the reports of senators sputtering in broken Basic."
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Mar 11, 2014 10:17:14 GMT -8
"I'm sure you will. Captain, Ramiel; if you both have nothing further, then I think we can call this a success." Sinistra rose from her seat, signaling to the men that the negotiations were complete. She cracked a small smile with a self satisfied gleam in her eye. "Welcome to the Empire."
She turned to the doors, knocking to let the guards know on the other side that they were ready to be escorted out. When the doors flew open, she was already walking to the elevator bank, knowing that Gulliver was around here someplace. Once they were safely on their way down to street level, she issued orders to both Captain Aximand and Gulliver. "Pull our guards back, I want the Black Caisson out of orbit in less than hour."
She cut a look at Ramiel, before she went back to looking at Gulliver's back and the trim in the elevator. Her lips remained shut tight, but her voice spoke quietly in his mind.
I don't trust her. But at least on Kuat, I can keep an eye on her. Dig around a bit on Shili and Eriadu for dirt on her. Keep it quiet. This is between you and me only. Also, make sure the natives of both worlds are well taken care of. She's a xenophobe but I'm not.
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The walk back to the LZ was as uneventful as the walk to the meeting site had been. Everyone was on high alert, but Gulliver's glasses didn't throw up the bright orange karat that signaled the presence of an enemy, his instincts steadfastly maintained that no one had been given the chance to take a shot at his principal, and both were correct.
Once the VIPs were safely back aboard the shuttle and on their way to the flagship, the mercenary signaled for the troop shuttle to pick up the rest of them. They too were off world well before the hour mark.
Though the troop carrier wasn't nearly as luxurious as the Lambda class, for the troopers, it was home away from home. They doffed their helmets and began to relax for the first time since they had entered the system. None of them really knew what the meeting was about, but scuttlebutt had it that the Emperor had just had a high level meeting with the head of the Reich, one of the more capable militant groups in the Rim.
Gulliver knew, as he was considered to have a need to know, but he wasn't about to say. Let the troops gossip among themselves. They all knew better than to discuss today's events outside of the shuttle.
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Mar 11, 2014 12:31:47 GMT -8
Post by Ramiel Diux on Mar 11, 2014 12:31:47 GMT -8
As Sin spoke next, Ram shook his head to indicate that he had no further points to bring up, while finishing up with his notes and encrypting them for storage on his datapad. Success. The verbal joust had ended and they were still on their horses, ready to ride away, stronger for it. The small group of delegates from the Empire HQ rose shortly after their leader, Ram stepping around his seat and turning to take a final long look out the window at the view that they enjoyed. He looked out and for a couple of seconds his eyes were registering what he was gazing out at, though after that his mind wandered and he thought of the tasks ahead.
He hadn't been to either of these two new planets that he was soon supposed to work with, though his path was certainly not one of familiarity. He was constantly traveling around and visiting new places, though it seemed at the moment that he was going to become a little more familiar with these planets than many that he had been to in the past. He would have to become intimately familiar with the infrastructure, military, economy, demographics, terrain, and topography of these two new places. All in time, though he sent out a quick message to the Fleet Intelligence Cell, requesting all of their current intelligence packages on the two so that he could begin learning once more.
Half turning back towards the doors, Ram looked over to the group as he tapped the final keys to send the request and began towards the door, nodding a final time to the two women staying there. Exiting the room after all of the others, he crammed himself into the elevator with the others and their "protectors". Just as she gave her direction to the Captain and rather large merc, he caught her sharp look, rather inconspicuously, and then looked at the others as they moved off, not giving any indication that they were communicating via the Force.
Of course, I'll keep it quiet. Regardless, the Empire won't win any followers if it gets out that we're cleansing out of some misguided sense of ethno-centric entitlement. I'll check in with you as often as I can over encrypted means.
Ram glanced over towards her, as it would have seemed odd if he was purposely avoiding looking at her and then down at himself as he adjusted his armour and robes. Stepping out first, he allowed the first couple of the personnel to move forward so that he would not be leading the pack and thus the first visible target, he started off again and moved through the doors just ahead of Sin.
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Mar 11, 2014 16:36:01 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 16:36:01 GMT -8
For his first foray into the realm of politics, Logan had sadly been deprived of the relentless back and forth the Republic had sworn by. He expected more shouting from either end of the table; passionate proclamations that were nothing more than dressed up justifications of existence, rather than the interesting compromises tosses between the Major and the Emperor. It seemed these two women of action, so alike in mindset but divergent in views, wanted to get the formalities over so that business could continue as normal. The Captain couldn’t blame them for rushing through the proceedings, for less time spent behind the oaken embrace of a desk – meant more time out in the galaxy. In fact that was a quality he could respect, but never truly admire.
Breathing out a silent sigh of relief as his Emperor had called an end to this conclave in microcosm; Captain Aximand pushed his chair out from the table and stood. He pocketed the dataslate after powering the device down, only to take one last look at the two women occupying the space at the opposite end of the table. While the woman whose name escaped him trounced around behind the Major, his thoughts were directed towards how alike Gideon and this woman were. While she retained the niceties of the court and Gideon had spoken his thoughts whenever they came to him, they shared a kinship in their distrust of anything non-humaniod. In that moment, he fully expected the two to work closely together in the future. Something about securing the dominance of Humankind in an endless ocean of alien stars had crossed his mind.
Smirking softly at the thought as his eyes drifted towards his laurel stenciled cap, the Captain cleared his throat in preparation of speech. With a distinctly enforced accent controlling his tongue, marking him out as an Imperial Officer to the very core, the Captain left some parting words to their newest friend and ally.
“I thank you for your hospitality, ma’am. It has been a pleasure.”
Adorning his raven crested scalp with his olive-green headdress, he snapped a respectful salute to his newest superior. Several seconds passed and his arm came down as swiftly as it had risen. With the doors behind him parting to admit the Imperial delegation through, he felt a slight disturbance flicker through his skull. Ever since the battle in orbit over the Throne-world, he had begun to notice a change in the way he had seen the world. Blinking, Logan cleared his mind of such forlorn thoughts and turned away from the ancient furnishings. Upon reaching the door however, flanked upon either side by the polished war plate of the Stormtrooper’s, he turned to face the Major once more.
“Oh, and Congratulations are in order. I relish the idea of working with you in the future.”
Nodding his respect, the Captain turned to follow the rest of the procession and the destination that awaited them all.
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Mar 11, 2014 16:53:31 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Mar 11, 2014 16:53:31 GMT -8
Everything in order and business concluded, the Imperial delegation lifted off and left the surface behind.
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The Major
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Mar 11, 2014 21:07:15 GMT -8
Post by The Major on Mar 11, 2014 21:07:15 GMT -8
And although the procession had followed their orders to a fine tee which culminated in a departure most safe for the Empire's Head, that did not at all imply that anyone remained in stasis for long. Life was ever a rife in such harrowing times. Still, rushing and quick plots were something that had no use to the Major at the moment. Five minutes had ticked by in silence after the Rotdana's departure, and throughout the slowness of these peaceful lulls a mind could well afford to picture the whine of a morose strings section wailing about the death of the new frontier. Ah, the viola, it was even serene in her mind in eidetic memory. Every word is replaced, every arrogant head tilt and subtle spread of the lips, every instance of hesitation, or charge, or even frustration. She turns slowly on towards her right while leaning back in the chair, its leather stretching ever so audibly. Turning completely was either too much a bother or possibly not as visually intensive as was stopping the chair at a bit past half spin before the Major deliberately recrossed which graceful leg crossed which. She appeared relaxed, even carefree, once again displaying a lounging attitude by resting her chin on her right hand, which subsequently continued into an elbow touching down in the armrest. From this perch the Morbid Scientist aims her head at Tess, her low slung glasses catching a brilliant gash of pink light from the setting sky, causing the lenses thereof to refract in a vibrant amber light. From above these her eyes stare directly at where ever her auburn headed friend was looking -soft, but dead, as though even the brightest rays of hope could not pierce their eternal shadow.
"I notice the invitation did not extend to you. Me? Alone? Surrounded by hers? They blatantly do not trust me, and thus resort to bureaucratic means of checking, nein, revealing intentions. A sound stratagem, but really only effective when hidden -not rifle smashed. What a relief then: there is no need to be confined to the paranoia of the Sith since I am no Sith. Though it would be wonderful if one could simply state that they have no hidden tricks up their sleeve. Hmph. Isolated from the generals and captains. . . what a novel idea. Isolated from you?"
She threw her arm, disgusted at the notion of it.
"It will not be happening."
Those ocean blue eyes lose the hardened look of an empty soul and fill with something more akin to genuine thoughtfulness.
"What do you think of them? More importantly, what do you think of my work?"
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Mar 11, 2014 21:51:54 GMT -8
Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Mar 11, 2014 21:51:54 GMT -8
Tess looked upon her ally as if everything and nothing adhered to her internalized schematics. Though she assumed Major held sway with the government at large, she couldn't fathom what her political inclinations actually were. Assumptions always lead to bad places, thus, she made none and no disappointment came to her. She remained silent during the course of the entire proceedings not only because of being a biased bystander, but also because she didn't want to overstep any boundaries in the presence of all these decorated officials. Tess smiled slightly and stretched out her fingers. "That went much better than I thought it would," Tess remarked. "In fact, it was almost rather painless. They all seemed to be sincere and accommodating enough." She took a seat on the chair to Major's left, reclining slightly. "You're basically the leader here, huh? At least I wasn't too far off with my princess theory! Heh. Anyway, it'll be beneficial to you both to join forces, really, as was mentioned. It's a good thing you're staying here. For now anyway. You still need to supervise what the empire intends to do here in the upcoming months. We, er, you, need to make sure nothing unwarranted occurs. That is to stay, it's not like I don't trust those people, but sometimes unpredictable occurrences happen, you now? I may be out of my league here though, discussing matters I am not exactly fluent in. Also, it's ok about the invitation. I wouldn't be of much use there, except maybe as a bodyguard or something. I'd feel too out of place."
Tess shrugged, unsure what their next course of action would be. "You know, I had the meter running. You owe me a day and a half of doing whatever I wanted, right? How about in celebration of your new situation, we do something other than stay in and drink? Where do you want to go?"
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