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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 10, 2016 20:02:58 GMT -8
With the disbandment of the IGBC and the preceding action that resulted in an explosion at the former HQ of the Banking Clan, one of the first acts of the Supreme Commander was the dismantlement of the HQ building in Harnaidan. A large portion of the central city was demolished in order to prepare for a great construction project. The result was the complex known now as the Imperial Strategic Command, also called ImpCom by Stormtroopers and officers. This impressive complex is a physical symbol of the militant regime that replaced the Banking Clan's administration, known as the First Order. The main area before the Imperial Strategic Command has various buildings that house the planet's garrison forces; ranging from Stormtrooper barracks to garages for the army's mechanized units. The sky overhead was a no fly zone save for approved vessels and military craft. There was a large assembly area to the rear of the complex where the army could be arrayed for public speeches by the Supreme Commander or serve as a landing platform for a ship the size of the largest Star Destroyer within the Imperial Navy. Along with the military buildings, there were plenty of landing platforms assigned to the cabinet of officers that served the Supreme Commander as his government officials and advisers. The Knights of Ren, Imperial Knights and other aligned organizations had their own spots for their craft to land and disembark from to enter the complex. |
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Post by Nanda Panaka on Jan 10, 2016 20:49:49 GMT -8
The Nune-class Imperial Shuttle made its way down towards the Imperial landing pads outside of the budding base, setting down with gentle precision as the two TIE/D Defenders which flanked it landed nearby on the same pad. Disembarking from the shuttle, Captain Panaka, Lt. Colonel Tierce and Major Madine were joined by Colonel Gex, who left his starfighter in the care of his wingman while the crew of the shuttle secured the craft and ensured that it was prepared for the return trip to the "Quarsh's Hammer". They were met at the base of the shuttle's ramp by a quartet of First Order Stormtroopers in their glistening new armor, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Lt. Colonel Tierce beneath her helmet and a glance from Major Madine in her direction at the updated equipment. Neither commander liked the fact that their men's equipment seemed to have been rendered obsolete, and Kandra made a mental note to see about getting her men's own equipment updated. As they were led towards the Grand General's office the four Imperial commanders took in their surroundings, observing the implementation of Imperial Doctrine on Muunilist with approval.
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 10, 2016 22:06:38 GMT -8
The Fervor of Vengeance flew down to an empty landing pad from Orbit. Nyra brushed her hair out of her face with her hand, eyeballing the landing zone and sticking the landing. She looked out her viewport at the complex ahead of her and her eyes widened. It was so big. Practically begging to be hit with an orbital bombardment. She ran to her room and grabbed a black duffel bag, which made an odd squishing noise as she picked it up and the weight inside shifted.
Nyra made sure all of her weapons, including her lightsaber, were left aboard her ship, locked up in her locker before she walked back slowly over to the ramp and hit the control to lower it. She had a twisted smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye as she walked to the end of the ramp with her hands above her head to show she was not, currently anyway, a threat.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 10, 2016 22:57:10 GMT -8
Immediately the sounds of blaster rifles clicking were heard as Stormtroopers leveled their weapons at Nyra as she disembarked. An Imperial Officer, in a crisp grey outfit, stands among the ranks of the First Order's finest. Their disciplined aim and trained stances made a Stormtrooper a marksman from any range and with any weaponry he or she was handed. A silence fell though after the blasters were leveled at Nyra. After a moment, the officer stepped forth, keeping within the ranks of his soldiers.
Speak your business!
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 10, 2016 23:18:56 GMT -8
The sparkle in Nyra's eyes seemed to light up more when the Officer gave her the chance to speak. Her smile slowly receded to a smirk, and she took a step forward off of the ramp of her ship, her hands still raised.
"Found something of yours. Thought it might behoove me to return it, seeing as how it was broken."
Nyra moved her right hand slowly down to the strap of the bag she was carrying, and tossed it onto the ground. Two noises came from the bag as it hit the hard deck of the landing pad. A squish and a metallic clang. Nyra nodded her head down towards the bag. Inside was the head of a Belovian Warlord and a broken reciever.
"Awful sorry about breaking your toys, but the message got my interest, so here I am. Wanted to see what all the fuss was about."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 12, 2016 18:19:35 GMT -8
The officer grimaces slightly at the head being tossed to him, making him step back a little. The appearance of the deceased face upon the Belavian Warlord's head was enough for the Stormtroopers to keep their blasters trained upon the arrival. The present commander looked down at the broken receiver and then at the head before turning his eyes to Nyra.
There is only one who you could speak to about the message... he has an open door policy to visitor fortunately. No matter how barbaric they may be.
The officer makes a sweeping gesture with his hand, causing the Stormtroopers to lower their rifles. He then turns, beckoning for Nyra to follow.
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 12, 2016 18:55:31 GMT -8
Nyra visibly rolled her eyes at the officer at the insinuation of her being barbaric as she lowered her arms. She walked past the duffel bag without giving it a second glance. She followed behind the officer and began talking to him. Despite her obvious disadvantage, what with being surrounded by stormtroopers on their planet, Nyra was not about to let a comment like that go.
"I'm guessing you haven't seen much combat, with your nice suit and properly adorned insignia. What would have been truly barbaric to bring him back whole, or at least what was still attached to him. I think he would have made an excellent flesh puppet."
Nyra stuck up her chin with sharp exhale of breath to show her disdain for the man as she walked behind him, crossing her arms as she moved.
"Let's hope your boss talks to women better than you do."
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jan 12, 2016 20:56:37 GMT -8
The Lambda class shuttle had barely touched down before the ramp dropped & a small mountain of a man in Phase III stormtrooper armour in Novatrooper colours marched out of the ship. Following a step behind & to the right was another Novatrooper, though his size was much closer to standard from a stormtrooper. Shortly behind the pair were four more novatroopers marching two by two. Marcos was free to admit to himself that he was slightly surprised to see a ranking officer already standing nearly directly ahead holding a datapad. A quick glance showed that the officer was a Captain & also wearing a stormtrooper uniform. A smile spread across his helmet hidden face, at least this would go quickly.
Stopping his six man procession right in front of the officer, Marcos waited for the Captain to make the first move. A smooth salute from the captain was a good sign, & was returned from Marcos. Glancing down at his datapad, the Captain was obviously checking something.
-Captain
Major LE-9615, I require visual confirmation. Please remove your helmet.
That wasn't too unusual of a request, thing were a little hectic as of yet after all. Marcos slipped his helmet off & tucked it under his arm while the captain checked his datapad again.
-Captain
Very well, this way.
Marcos followed with his procession as the Captain led them into one of the many office building near the landing pads. Arriving in one of the offices, apparently a normally unused one if the lack of personal touches was a guide, Marcos & his followers where left alone. A few minutes later, they were joined by a woman. She was short & thin, but well muscled despite that. Her skin was a light chestnut colour, with brown hair streaked with grey pulled up in a tight bun. She was also wearing a Stormtrooper uniform with High Colonel insignia. Marcos & the other officers with him snapped quickly to attention.
-Moff
At ease. LE-9615?
-Marcos
That is correct.
-Colonel
You have listed your force as a full Battalion of Novatroopers. That makes you my problem. I am Moff Brega Ennakesh. You will address me as High Colonel or Ma'am. Who are these?
She was harsh & to the point, something that Marcos could respect even if he was too laid back to bother working up that much energy.
-Marcos
Battalion Captain ZK-6154. Captain PG-4052 of the 1st company. Captain WD-0446 of the 2nd company. Captain RX-7595 of the 3rd company. Captain ZK-2856 of the 4th company.
-Moff Ennakesh
Understood. I am the Moff that commands all Novatrooper formations & deployments. Your troops will be tested to ensure quality. Your equipment will be turned over to be decommissioned. You do not have a choice in this. The remainder of your troops will be shuttled in immediately. Report to the quarter master to secure your new equipment. The testing will being tomorrow at sunrise.
-Marcos
We will be ready.
-Moff Ennakesh
One last thing. I don't know what backwater fragment you crawled here from, but we are civilized here & you will wear your proper uniform. Not your deployment armour. Dismissed.
Within an hour, Marcos & the rest of the 23rd was familiarizing themselves with the new armour. The Phase IV was impressive gear. Marcos did notice several differences however between the Novatrooper mod & the standard Phase IV. The most obvious was the extra upper body armour & bulkier helmet. The weapons were also much more advanced than anything Marcos had laid hands on before. He was also receiving reports from the crew of the Andromeda. They where relocating to a Dragon-class heavy cruiser for a battery of tests of their own. Come morning, things were going to get interesting.
The next two weeks were challengingly difficult. Every level of the Battalion was tested. From individual firing range tests to massive war games involving the entire battalion. While there were some issues with adjusting to the new equipment quickly enough, in the end the Battalion passed.
-Moff Ennakesh
Congratulations, it seems you aren't a complete waste of time after all.
The words were hardly glowing, but the small smile she granted showed that she was pleased.
-Moff Ennakesh
Your battalion is being renamed as the 12th Special Missions Battalion, Novatroopers. We are expecting four more, but have yet to hear anything on that end. Dismissed.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jan 13, 2016 20:23:52 GMT -8
It was the next day that Marcos was called for another meeting with the Moff. This time, she was already waiting for him. The office was just as bare as the first time Marcos had visited. He had been somewhat surprised to learn that it was permanently assigned to her.
-Moff Ennakesh
Major, you will be deploying to Carida to investigate. Our preliminary reports indicate a full battalion of Novatroopers were present on the planet. Your mission is to establish contact with or discover the fate of that battalion. You will facilitate their joining the First Order. Failing that you will either disbanding them & confiscating their equipment or by force if necessary. Dismissed.
Marcos snapped a salute & left the Moff to her other duties. After gathering the last of his gear he headed back toward the landing pads. Technically he had a berth on the planet, but in fact he was permanently assigned to the Dragon-class ship in orbit, meaning most of his gear was there. It was a bit odd to be boarding the new Upsilon class shuttle after so much time spent with the classic Lambda class, but eventually everything changes.
The shuttle lifted much more smoothly from the pad than any Lambda could have & raced upward toward the waiting bay's of its mother ship.
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 17, 2016 18:04:23 GMT -8
Nyra skipped from foot to foot over to her ship, passing by several different people, who tried to keep their distance from the unusual woman. She had a pleased smile on her face, and was humming a tune that she heard a while back in a cantina that was stuck in her head. She was stopped by an officer, who gave her a datachip filled with all the intel she needed to know on the planet. She looked over the chip with a raised eyebrow then patted the officer on the head as she continued up the ramp of her ship. The officer huffed and went back to his post.
Nyra sat down in the cockpit of the Fervor of Vengeance, keying up the repulsors and taking off into Orbit. She broke the silence within the ship by talking to herself.
"Maybe a leg too...."
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Post by Ghôsh Windu on Jan 24, 2016 14:19:47 GMT -8
Akuji landed the black Sentinel-class shuttle on the landing platform of the ISC, Darth Seth exited the ramp of the imperial shuttle with 45 of the Korunnai stormtroopers followed behind him and Akuji 3 steps behind him on his left side, the other 5 stormtrooper stayed with the ship making sure it was always ready for takeoff, a Imperial Officer awaited the company and greeted Darth Seth
Officer: If you follow me Lord Seth we have your Dome ready
*Darth Seth and his company followed the officer off the landing platform and into the ISC
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Post by Electrix on Feb 1, 2016 15:56:38 GMT -8
The Maleficent landed. Electrix exited, along with his escort of Storm Troopers. He has returned from Myrkr. Now he needed to know what he had missed.
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Post by Electrix on Feb 13, 2016 21:44:07 GMT -8
Electrix headed toward the Office of the Supreme Commander, with his escort.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Mar 3, 2016 15:11:56 GMT -8
* The Errant Fire moves like a shadow through the night sky as it heads down to the elevated landing platform below. The pilot circles the ship once around scanning the area to ensure no means of sabotage or foul play where at. With the First Order flags on clear display, the ship touches down in the private landing area. Once settled and the ship shutting down, a loading ramp slides out from under the ship. With a slight hiss the outer doors open. Thrakk strides out of the Errant Fire, followed by four similarly black robed figures. His ember like eyes calmly scan the area as he takes in a deep breath of the cool night air. Walking forward, his black robes bellow about him as the wind takes hold of them. Standing at the center of the platform he wait a few moments until a small shuttle lands at the other end of the landing platform. A crisply dressed Imperial comes out from the shuttle followed by a storm trooper escort. Thrakk waits for First Order envoy to make the first move* Read more: boards.jedivsith.com/thread/509/harnaidan?page=13#ixzz41stiqVVG |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 3, 2016 17:05:00 GMT -8
The Imperial Officer present walked plainly towards the new arrivals who appeared to be wearing the trappings of the Sith. Lately, a lot of Dark Side characters had sprung up, swearing allegiance to both the Supreme Commander and the First Order. The officer wondered what these newcomers wanted. He calmly approaches the Errant Fire and adjusts his cap slightly before speaking.
On behalf of the Supreme Commander, we welcome you. What brings you to Muunilist?
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Mar 7, 2016 13:24:46 GMT -8
* Thrakk stands before the Officer and does not break eye contact, he knew that this parlay would have to be done lightly. For its much easier to be invited in then have to break in. Thrakk's left hand comes forward from beneath his robes presenting a data pad to the First Order Officer. On the screen was the lay out for trade negotiations between the Outer Rim Mining Company and the First Order. In a calm cold voice Thrakk speaks to the Officer *
" My employer wishes to open up trade negotiations with the First Order, I am simply an envoy here on behalf of the Outer Rim Mining Company to begin a parlay between our entities"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 9, 2016 7:51:14 GMT -8
The Officer takes the datapad into his hands and examines the details of trade negotiations between this mining corporation and the First Order. Strange how this came up as the First Order had its own mining operations throughout Mygeeto, under military jurisdiction too. However, it wasn't the officer's place to make decisions.
I presume that your employer desired that you speak directly with First Order leadership then? I will see if I can arrange an audience with the Supreme Commander.
The officer turned away and walked to a console some yards away where the human began to punch in an audience request form on behalf of the Outer Rim Mining Company's representative. The Stormtroopers remained where they were, keeping an eye on the newcomers.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Mar 9, 2016 16:07:53 GMT -8
* Thrakk watches the officer closely and waits. Call them whatever you will but at the end of the day, an imperial is still an imperial. Always by the book, and always under the whim of those in charge. Through the force Thrakk speaks to his guard *
<< If we are not granted access, I will take the Officer...dispatch the troopers quickly >>
" That is correct, an audience with the Supreme Commander to discuss the cortosis mines under our control is our desired intent "
* Thrakk awaits an answer*
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 12, 2016 6:56:53 GMT -8
It did not take long for the officer to once more turn to Thrakk. Despite being a busy man, it appeared the Supreme Commander had some peculiar interest in what this Mining Company was and what they wanted. The officer gestures to Thrakk, an invitation for him to follow the escort.
The Supreme Commander has approved of your request, but only the sole representative may come to speak with him.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Mar 15, 2016 22:14:23 GMT -8
*Thrakk nods to the officer*
" After you "
<< I shall not be long, stay on alert>>
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