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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 14, 2016 6:56:41 GMT -8
Enthralled with his touch, this was her final surrender.
Even without the touch of force sensitive that those, like Illaria, enjoyed and gave them advantages over other beings, the Imperial could see plainly that the Lady Ren was surrendering herself. Surrendering herself not only to him, but to her desires, her emotions, and her lusts. In that moment, the sun flared with a a series of solar flares, illuminating the dim room to its brightest tonight. The heart of the Imperial skipped for just a moment as the brightest of the flares illuminated a detail that had gone unnoticed by his gaze till now; Illaria was wearing a nearly translucent tunic over her womanly figure. He had been paying so much attention to her eyes, which had been like hooks that captured both his heart and soul, that such a detail had gone unnoticed.
Only a few moments passed after the brush of her lips against his before the imposing figure of the Supreme Commander leaned down slowly. His nose gently touching Illaria's for only a split second before his lips were placed firmly upon hers. In that moment, the holoscreen went dark, leaving the pair alone in the darkness of his office. Nicademus's strong arms would wrap under Illaria's legs while another supported her upper back as he picked her up into his arms. Passions and lusts were at the boiling point now, there was no turning back, there was no reason to let the night go unfinished. Even in this late hour, Nicademus set aside his duties, his prerogatives for the desire of soft flesh and ache within his heart that was for the woman within his arms.
Time seemed to slow as Illaria was set upon the bed of the Supreme Commander. It felt like it even stopped for a split second before Nicademus began to ravish the woman who grabbed hold of his heart and pulled her towards him.
To Nicademus, it was a night unlike any other. For years, the Eriaduan had been married and dedicated to his work; he had always been on the field of battle or sitting behind a desk doing paper work. Sure, in his youthful days, he had gone on some dates with ladies of prominent families back on his homeworld, but they were high-maintenance women who looked more at Nicademus's wallet than his eyes. Such dates ended even before they had begun and not long after the last... Nicademus left his homeworld for good. Up until now, there had been a few sparks, a few possible romances, yet out of them all, Illaria had been the most bold and, yet, the only one successful enough to have things boiling up to this point. The night was filled with lusts, compassions, emotions that surged like titanic waves and boiled like lava within the bowels of their hearts and souls. They were raw and primal, at first, and slowly turned into something refined as the time went on between the two. The actions that happened between the pair were out romantic tales; star-crossed lovers, the union of kindred spirits, the ignition of flaming spirits... it was absolutely perfect, in fact, it was beyond perfect. And even as the bodies grew weary from performance and their souls desired rest, the spark that soon became a furnace, for those few hours together, it did not return to a spark or to darkness.
No, the spark had kindled a fire within the hearts of Nicademus and Illaria. A fire for each other...Muunilist Time: Estimation... early in the morning.Nicademus began to stir some time before the rise of the sun over the horizon of Muunilist. Before the spires of Harnaidan could be greeted by the warmth of the Muunilist star. Slowly did the Imperial rub his eyes with a free hand, glancing over at a clock nearby. It was afternoon for the planet of Eriadu... His father was most likely dining with his mother at this very moment. Possibly with his sister and her husband, if she was married to the man that she was engaged to when Nicademus and Artemis departed. Nicademus would look around his room for a moment, keeping a posture of relaxation. He felt well-rested; his stresses relieved and his thoughts at ease. His mind, too, felt rejuvenated. His eyes would slowly look around the room before coming to rest upon a womanly figure, outlined by the sheets of his bed.
He didn't even need to think twice; his mind, more than willingly, replayed the memories of what happened last night. The Imperial's hand reached over as Nicademus slipped back under the covers, snaking up the back of Illaria and resting gently, but firmly, upon her hip. He drew his body close to hers once more, feeling the Lady Ren curl up against his form. Gently did he kiss her head, letting Illaria rest for now against him. His hand lightly brushed her hip, reminiscing upon what had happened hours ago, yet it felt like it had just happened seconds instead. His mind wondering where this would take them."Give me a saber or a blaster and I'll fight until I'm battered and bloodied, and then I'll keep going. So long as I hold breath I do not stop. I shall fight until I die and who knows? Maybe even after I'm dead I'll keep fighting. Even when I'm down, I do not stay that way for long. I do not quit. Persistence is one of my best traits." |
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 14, 2016 11:53:24 GMT -8
Nyra tilted her head to the side and squinted her eyes and put her right hand to her chin, thinking on the Supreme Commander's question. It seemed her long winded approach might have done it for her. Nyra was not always good at speaking, in fact her general attitude had gotten her kicked out of many places in her time. It was good to see that at least someone could hear her words past how she said them.
"You know, what? I've never been good with people. They just....get on my nerves. Maybe if the people I tended to stick around weren't such useless wads of skin it would have been different. But playing nice with others has never been my strong suit, though it depend entirely on the people. I'm not charismatic, I'm not empathetic. I care very little about myself or others around me...."
Nyra's head turned quickly back to Nicademus, a look of disapproval and a twinge of anger on her face. She wasn't sure, but she believed this man just played her into sharing about herself, luring her in by asking about her skills.
"This is turning into a psyche eval. I don't like it when people try to get to know me. There's no point in it. I told you all you need to know. Everything else doesn't matter."
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Post by Nanda Panaka on Jan 15, 2016 10:31:01 GMT -8
The door hisses as Stormtroopers, marked with red details upon their armor, walk out to greet Captain Panaka and her party. Without another word, they turned around, indicating that the trio should follow them. A long corridor greets them, dimly lit and covered with walls of metal. The sight of a few Stormtroopers, quietly stationed within the corridor, was the only detail present as the Captain and her officers were escorted towards another door. Once more, a familiar hiss was heard as the door slid open, revealing a massive circular room. On the far wall, an image of Bastion could be seen as if the room was upon some sort of vessel, orbiting the planet. From the side of the holo-image, a pair of Star Destroyers move into view, patrolling the section of Bastion that could be seen presently.
A desk was at the fair end, its chair turned away for now as Nicademus gazed upon the seemingly live holo-image that played before him. Yet the hissing of the door made him turn his gaze away from the impressive view so that he could greet his visitors. The Supreme Commander would turn his chair and rise instantly to watch as Captain Panaka and her officers approached where he was presently standing. A few chairs would rise from the floor, followed by a service droid that rolled out with a tray of drinks. If there was one thing about the Imperial, it was that he treated his officers with due respect. Without a single word, like the Stormtroopers, Nicademus sits comfortably, his eyes looked upon his visitors. After they were comfortable themselves, the Supreme Commander would finally speak.The 77th Imperial Heavy Attack Line...Stars above, I haven't heard those unit name in a long time. Not since the days of the Imperial Remnant and my early days as the Galactic Emperor. It is fortunate that you have returned to the flock. Truly, I am grateful to see your fleet once more rejoin us. I have half-tempted to make you a Rear Admiral or a Commodore, Captain Panaka. You have a decorated career and your loyalty to the Imperial cause speaks plainly with your presence here.The Supreme Commander then glances at the other officers present; by their chevrons there was a Lt. Colonel, a Colonel and a Major. All notable ranks, indicating that these were members of the Captain's senior staff. His eyes then return to Nanda after letting his earlier words sink in.Now tell me, Captain, what can I do for you? I suspect you didn't come down to the planet just to marvel at the Imperialization of this world. "Thank you Supreme Commander. To my right is Lt. Colonel Kandra Tierce, commander of the 477th and 479th Imperials Stormtrooper Batallions..." As she spoke she gestured to the standing Lt. Colonel, an older woman in worn, well-maintained Phase III Stormtrooper armor who looked to be in her early fifties with an amazonian stature, grey-streaked, fading red hair cut short in a military style, and a major blaster scar covering the right side of her face who again raised her right hand in a salute before returning it to behind her back. "...Next to her is Major Ranulph Madine, a recent addition to the 77th whose two companies of Storm Commandos assisted us in our endeavor to remove the corrupt moff of our assigned sector from power..." The youngest member of the quartet, a man in his mid twenties with reddish-blond hair who wore the black dress uniform of a Stormtrooper commander in contrast with the Lt. Colonel who had worn her armor, nodded in affirmation. While he said nothing the young commander could not help but wonder if the Supreme Commander would recall the significance of his surname, as well as the shame which it bore. Moving on, Nanda gestured to the final officer who sat to her left. "...And finally Colonel Shea Gex, commander of the 221st Imperial Starfighter Wing." The final officer, a brown haired man in his early thirties, wore the older style flight suit of a TIE Pilot sans the helmet which he had left in his starfighter in lieu of the olive green officer's cap which now adorned his head. With her compatriots introduced, Nanda continued with the conversation.As much as we appreciate your kind words the 77th Heavy Attack Line hardly deserves such glowing praise Supreme Commander; we have merely done as any loyal servant of the Empire ought to. I hardly feel as if such a promotion is warranted or necessary, but if you would have me serve the Empire in such a capacity it would be my honor to accept." Nanda paused for a moment to try and gauge the Supreme Commander's reaction before continuing. "As for your question, our primary reason for coming was to acclimate ourselves with the rest of the Imperial forces on Muunilist and to report directly to the planet's commanding officer. However, there are some things which the 77th does need. We have been operating without access to the suitable resources and facilities required to maintain our vessels to proper Imperial standards; while we have made do as best as we could, the entire fleet could do to go into dry dock in order to undergo routine maintenance, repairs, and system updates." She glanced in Lt. Colonel Tierce's direction for a moment before continuing. "In addition, we could not help but to notice that the Department of Military Research seems to have been busy in the years since the Remnant began to dissolve. The 477th and 479th Battalions will both need to upgrade their armories to adhere to current Imperial equipment standards, as will Major Madine's Storm Commandos. Finally, the 77th is optimized to serve in a patrol and interception role; as a result we are lacking the usual vehicular compliment that a fleet of our size would normally employ. This is not an issue if we are to continue in our previous duties, but we will require access to such vehicles if we are to optimally serve in more traditional roles such as planetary invasion or system control. Beyond that we merely request a briefing to update us on the current status of the Remnant and its endeavors." |
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 15, 2016 19:53:06 GMT -8
Illaria had completely surrendered to the Imperial, something that had surprised even her. He ignited a hunger within her unlike anyone else that had come before. Not that she had ever had a life conducive to having and maintaining any kind of relationship with anyone, she somehow sensed this would be different. In the early years of her life, she had been forced to flee from her home due to that which made her such a power to be reckoned with now, her Force sensitivity. It was empowering to know that which had once made others turn their noses up in disgust or fear her for reasons that they did not fully understand was now something that afforded her power. Now, it made her attractive and while others still feared her, it was for an entirely different reason – because they knew she could end their life in the blink of an eye or topple empires at her very whim. Later, as a Jedi Shadow, her reason for never engaging in a relationship with another being had completely changed. It was forbidden fruit to her per the Jedi Code and having never tasted it before, she never found herself tempted. Everything changed when she became a Knight of Ren, though.
Some have said that the chance to connect with another sentient being on such a level was a gift that one could only appreciate after it was taken away. Illaria could not say how much truth there was to that. However, she would concede that although she was looking at it through heavily tinted lenses, the world around her had seemed to change in the span of a single night. The sounds her lover made when she flicked her tongue over just the right spot could not have been more rewarding to her ears. The feel of his hands on her, especially when tracing such scorching paths across her skin, could not have felt more pleasurable as lust rushed through every nerve in her body. The sight of him coming undone as she stripped away his restraint, stoking a fire that even she dared not tease, had never been more beautiful to witness. The taste of his skin as she used her mouth to mark his body as her own, her own sense of possession surging, had never been sweeter. The smell of his masculine scent comingling with her own, the air smelling of everlillies and sex, left her experiencing a vortex of heady sensations. He instilled in her a need that defied reason – a need that only he could appease.
Illaria awoke to the sensation of a hand trailing up her back, instinctively causing her body to curl into Nicademus. Sighing deeply as the Imperial pressed his lips to her head, the Shapeshifter began to stir. First, slowly opening one eye then the other, she sleepily met his shockingly possessive gaze. Closing her eyes once more and arching her back like that of a Nexu, the Lady Ren stretched out her taut muscles before settling back down next to him. The Imperial had given her quite a run for her money the previous night and she was fairly certain almost every muscle in her body ached with soreness. Yet perhaps they ached for an entirely different reason, mourning the loss of his evocative explorations as he urged her on to unbearable heights.
“Mmm…” She mumbled softly into his shoulder. “It is nice to discover that last night was not merely a dream…” While Illaria was fairly certain she had expended every last iota of energy during the previous night while she and the Supreme Commander participated in a frenzied race to fulfillment, she had never awoken more refreshed in all her years. A large part of her felt invincible, while the more sluggish aspect of her personality insisted that she just remain laying here in bed, savouring this moment while it lasted. Finally reopening her silvery eyes, she peered up at Nicademus, contemplating the relaxed expression on his face and the look of curiosity in his eyes as he gazed upon her.
Just the feel of him next to her and his hand resting on her hip caused reason to tumble into oblivion. Languidly, Illaria pulled herself up into a sitting position, never breaking eye contact with the beautiful man lying next to her – for she knew not what else to think of him. His ginger coloured hair was messy and out of the order she had gotten used to seeing it in outside of his bedroom, bringing to mind how she had tangled her fingers in it as his body slid along her own and provoked an onslaught of raw desire that appeared to even transcend physical pleasure. Reaching out, she brushed a strand of hair out of the Imperial’s face, pausing to cup his cheek as she leaned over and captured his lips in a kiss that seemed to convey an urgent need. As she leaned over to kiss Nicademus, she slowly coaxed him onto his back and climbed atop him to straddle his hips.
In between kisses and the unhurried exploration of his mouth with her tongue, she pressed him back into the bed before finally she dragged her mouth from his. “What is this to you?” She queried, her voice not entirely steady. “Are you going to dismiss me from your bed once you have had your fill of me? And then we both return to our respective duties as if nothing has occurred, bearing in mind that this was a one-time thing?” She leaned down and lightly grazed the corner of his mouth with her lips. “Or is this more of a “the Supreme Commander is stressed from a rough day and needs an outlet” kind of situation?”
Nibbling gently upon his lower lip in a tender assault, an acute surge of desire shot through her body and hummed through her veins. Releasing his lower lip, she spoke softly once more, a quiet sensuality seeping into her voice, “Or..” She began to press open-mouthed kisses down the length of his neck, “..does this mean something more to you than that?” Her mouth roamed the curve of his collarbone tasting and teasing him as her fingers eagerly traced paths across the muscular expanse of his chest. Finally pulling back from the temptation the Supreme Commander presented to her, she met his gaze, her breathing ragged. “Where do we go from here?”
And right now, he held the key to everything in his hands..
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 15, 2016 20:55:11 GMT -8
Nicademus's eyebrow would rise slightly at the response made by Nyra. She seemed rather defensive all of a sudden which caused him to consider the mental boundaries she had developed to prevent people from evaluating her. The Supreme Commander taps his gloved fingers upon the desk before him for a moment, letting them drum lightly before speaking further.You did come to my world, Nyra. You sought out the commotion I was raising... you are in my office, my capital... I have more than any right to ask questions in order to better understand those who desire to service my domain. However, I will let this slide only if you promise me results and good ones. Am I clear, Nyra?Nicademus strokes his chin lightly for a moment. Calmly, the Imperial leans over, keying a comlink that was embedded into his desk. A few moments passed before a voice was heard on the other end. The Supreme Commander turns his eyes to look upon the comlink as he spoke. From the sounds of the person on the other end, it was most likely a personnel of the Imperial Military Ordinance department. The ones who supplied necessary ordinances in terms of ammo, weapons and armor to the various units within the First Order's military.Have new outfits of the Phase IV Stormtrooper Armor, F-11D Blasters, FWMB-10 repeating blaster and other equipment of the New Phase equipment be transferred to the 477th, 479th and 77th Battalions. You will find their designations assigned to the 77th Heavy Attack Line.Yes, Supreme Commander. We will file this directive under High Priority status. Equipment will be transferred to the flagship of the 77th Heavy Attack Line fleet in orbit. Imperial Military Ordinance out.Nicademus lets the comlink die immediately after the voice on the other end stops talking. His eyes then return to the Captain and her senior officers. His hand reaches over once more, bringing up a small holomap of a planet within the Imperial Sector, Yaga Minor. It was the prime shipyard of the Imperial Remnant before and the later Fel Empire, servicing the Imperial Navy with repairs and new warships over a long period of time. Calmly, Nicademus gestures to the floating holoimage.You may bring your fleet for repair and upgrades as well as replenishing your supplies to Yaga Minor, Captain. I want the 77th Heavy Attack Line operational ASAP. I already have an assignment for you and your crew that will aid in the expanding influence of our nation.And right now, he held the key to everything in his hands..
Examining what had happened last night and resulted as conclusion to their little game, followed by further results of what happened in this bed hours ago, Nicademus would be lying if he told Illaria, outright, that this was a flirtatious encounter, a single night thing, and nothing more. In fact, even if he was able to say those words, the Imperial would immediately regret saying them. Deep down, he felt he couldn't speak those words at all. Something within him, like a slumbering dragon, had awoken within him. Something that was unlocked and awoken by the presence of Illaria and emotions shared last night through physical action and raw desire. Even now, as Illaria straddled his hips and continued to please his body through more... gentle means than last night, he could not just turn to her and say get out. He could not even tell her to leave. Nicademus had never experienced such a fierce desire to keep Illaria, or for that fact, any woman before her, and desire never to let go. As much as there was a risk of causing things to collapse, Nicademus had to speak the truth.
Suddenly, his thoughts were broken as the Imperial gripped the bare hips of Illaria. It was clear something important was going to happen by the firmness of his grip upon her delicate-looking skin. Slowly did his eyes turn to lock with hers, gazing deep into her golden hues. Nicademus takes a deep breath, exhaling before speaking with the most serious tone ever spoken to her before.I would be a liar if I told you this meant nothing... I would immediately regret even telling you to leave and forget about what happened. I cannot imagine speaking those words to you, Illaria, especially after what happened last night. What transpired out a game of domination and wit that turned into something... raw, lustful and... beautiful.His body begins to shift slightly as Nicademus propped himself up, causing some bangs of his messy hair to fall down. His head turned slightly to look at Illaria, returning the locked gaze to her eyes. Slowly, his hand moved through the sheets, gently moving up her slender leg, passing gently up her hip and arm before eventually resting upon the Lady Ren's cheek. His thumb lightly stroked her skin for a moment before speaking further.I do not wish for this to end, Illaria... no. Just as my nation is growing in power and territory, so do I want this to expand. Whatever we can call it, a relationship, a romantic connection, a union of desires... whatever it is, I want it to to grow. I want it to strengthen, to expand, to become something that neither of us could have imagined. I once desired nothing but power. Power to control armies, ships, worlds and vast territories. To make my enemies bend their knees and crush my foes with my iron grip... but now, there is something else I desire. And that is you, Illaria.
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 15, 2016 23:36:37 GMT -8
llaria watched the Supreme Commander intently, an eager anticipation reflecting in her eyes. She could tell he was at least thinking over her questions, which was a good sign. Though, she prepared herself for the worst, nevertheless. However, what she was not expecting was the firmness of his grasp as he wrapped his fingers around her hips, startling her out of her own reverie. It was as if he never wanted to let her go, as if he were afraid she would disappear into thin air if he so much as loosened his grip in the slightest. And she did not need the Force to rifle through his mind to confirm this – she could clearly tell just by the way in which he looked at her, his smoldering eyes drawing her in.
Her brain refused to focus as she listened to the Imperial speaking, a charge of excitement coursing through her body at his words. Nicademus was completely focused on her and no doubt, the clever man knew exactly what his touch would do to her as he dragged his hand up the side of her body – sending a shiver up her spine. A small smile begins to form on Illaria’s face as her lips slowly turn upwards and she reaches up to cover his hand with her own.
What was supposed to be her apology to the Supreme Commander of the First Order had turned into a game in which two dominating personalities were pit against one another. Something had to give and in the end, Illaria found that it had been her. But, out of this game came something far greater. Tracing her fingers across the back of the Imperial’s hand, Illaria’s breath hitched as Nicademus spoke his final words. “I have never desired anyone before, not in all my years.” She leveled her gaze upon him. “Never like this.”
“And to think that only just the other day, you were absolutely furious with me. I could see the way I infuriated you.” The Shapeshifter spoke in a teasing manner. “Though, I am glad that you are not asking me to leave.” She sat up a little bit straighter as her voice took on a more defiant and haughty tone, her lips pursed in a smile. “Because there is no way you could ever convince me to leave. Especially not now. Not ever.” Leaning into his hand and nuzzling it with her cheek, she hummed in agreement.
“Nicademus..” Illaria said his name tentatively now, though there had been several times the previous night where she often found it on the tip of her tongue without even realizing it until it had been spoken, screamed, or moaned. She did not even want to consider that anyone might have been able to hear them last night had they been traversing the hallways. “I do not wish for this to end either, for you have made me feel something that I had not realized was missing all along.” Turning her head slightly, she pressed a kiss into the palm of his hand before resting her cheek against it once more. “I too once desired nothing but power. I was given it. I earned it. But you have shown me that it was but a half-life, a cursed life – one in which I can never return to. Not after this....What is power worth if you have not one to share it with?”
In him, she saw security. She saw order. She saw a leader, someone others would follow. It almost seemed as if the Shapeshifter were looking straight through the Imperial for a moment before she appeared to focus upon him once more. The man laying beneath her was destined to guide the First Order into a new era, a new age of prosperity and in turn, the galaxy. She could almost feel the truth in such thoughts and found that it did not colour her decision one bit. “I will give you exactly what you desire, Nicademus.” Illaria flashed a smile at him, a saucy little grin that invited his touch, her words holding promises of fulfillment and vows that she had yet to make. And she would promise him his every desire, he merely had to claim that which was rightfully his.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 16, 2016 10:28:38 GMT -8
The Imperial felt relieved as Lady Ren spoke her kind and gentle words to him. Yet was the most surprising of the words spoken were the conclusion of Illaria's dialogue. “I will give you exactly what you desire, Nicademus.” Only hours ago, she had been a dominating and haughty spirit that was more than a match for the Supreme Commander. Yet, with this words, did he sense a bit of submission within her tone? Nicademus wasn't entirely sure right now given how this spontaneous action only just happened. His eyes remained locked upon her as the Imperial laid beneath her slender form. There was indeed something at work here; something that would develop into a strong bond and deeper emotions. His hands remained firm upon her hips, still not wanting to let go as their gazes remained with one another.
Slowly, his hands moved up her back, a sudden urge, similar to last night growing once more. There was the desire to possess Illaria, to keep her within his sights, to keep her stationary... his hands gently moved her back to signal for the Lady Ren to bend downward. As she got closer to him, Nicademus would lean up, planting a firm and long kiss upon her beauteous lips. The Imperial held onto her for a long time as he shared this moment of peace with a woman, who once was a haughty individual, now laid within his arms as a lover. His eyes would lock upon hers as their proximity remained close, even after the separation of their lips. His hands remained upon back, a sigh of content emitting from his nostrils for a moment.
We both know that there is something much greater at work here... something that can ignite a dead sun. Something that can bring untold wonders to life. Even now, we stand on the precipitous of a path neither of us have walked before. To some it is a void, to others, an unknown part of space and time... even now, we edged closer and closer to the falling point.
Nicademus's expression turned slightly serious as his eyes remained locked with Illaria's. It was now or never; it was to fall down the path or stop here and let everything go. His hand gently moved to her cheek once more as the Imperial's blue eyes gazed into her own. His mind thought for just a split second before his lips moved to speak.
Do we take the plunge together, Illaria... and see what awaits on the other side?
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 16, 2016 14:02:14 GMT -8
Nyra snorted a laugh and performed an extravagant bow to the man, raising her head while she was still mid-bow.
"I certainly shall not try to disappoint you, but in this Universe there is no such thing as a sure thing."
Nyra lifted herself from the bow and brushed the wrinkles from her shirt, she leaned against the wall near the door and looked up at holoscreen behind Nicademus, watching the still moving images of the city background. Her crazed smile crept up on her face as she spoke.
"So...Supreme Commander....What shall you have me do?"
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 16, 2016 15:14:50 GMT -8
While Illaria did tell Nicademus that she would give him exactly what he desired, she had allowed the rest to remain unspoken. For while she would give him everything he desired, she failed to detail that which she would take in recompense. Though, it was not something he would likely refuse her. She only wanted him. All of him. Everything he was and ever would be. She wanted to possess him just as she would allow him to possess her despite the fact that she could turn the tables on him with her force powers in a matter of seconds. She liked that she had finally found someone she could hand the reins to, someone she was fairly certain would not abuse the power she had handed them. Only time would truly tell, but in all her years Illaria had become a rather skilled read of character. Nicademus was an honourable man, of this she was certain. She had gathered that much by their interactions here alone.
The submission in her tone was unspoken, never given proper words. It was implicitly understood in this moment. Illaria had never been faced with this situation before, never faced with anyone quite like the Supreme Commander, and she certainly had never had anyone confess such things to her before. So it was understandable if she was quite taken aback at first. The easiest option at the moment was to roll over and submit. However, he would soon find that this would not be something that would last. Illaria had decided long ago that submission was simply not in her nature, not unless it would get her what she wanted. Besides, she imagined Nicademus did not simply want another subservient subject in his bed. No, this was a man that had plenty of that as the Supreme Commander of the First Order. This was probably why he had been drawn to her in the first place. She defied him every chance she got, she toyed with him at every turn, and she would never give in easily, sometimes not even willingly. Though, she conceded, those were the very reasons she had been drawn to him.
Despite the fact that Illaria now found herself face to face with this very man in his bed, she found that he still presented a challenge to her. There was yet so much about him that she did not know. And she had decided now that the clever man before her would always present a challenge to her. Unlike others that she had known before, she refused to enter his mind and bend his will to her own or to even rifle through his most private thoughts. The Master might tell her that her sense of loyalty was misplaced or that she was merely being foolish to refuse to subject this man to her will. The Shapeshifter found that she no longer cared what the Master thought. She had taken this Imperial as her own. She had claimed him and there was nothing the Master could do to take him away from her.
Illaria watched Nicademus closely, observing his every nuance as she looked down upon him. She shuddered slightly beneath his fingertips as he ran his hands across her skin. Eventually she acquiesced and leaned down to press her lips to his own. As he finished speaking, she moved forward and took his lower lip between her teeth, nipping at him and tugging gently before she released it. Brushing her lips softly over his, she ran her hands up the muscular expanse of his chest. Tracing meaningless patterns across his skin, she finally brought her hands to rest on either side of his head as she tangled her fingers in his ginger-coloured hair. Pressing her forehead to his own, she closed her eyes for a moment. The heat of her breath buffeted against his lips as she spoke softly, "I wish I could show you what I see. What I feel every day…to make you simply understand." Opening her brilliant silver eyes, she pulled back from him a bit to meet his gaze. "There is something out there far greater at work, I have seen it and felt it coming for a long time now. And it was not until only recently that I began to understand what it meant."
Illaria smiles as he brings his hand up to her cheek. "My dear Nicademus, you are going to take the plunge with me whether you want to or not." A sly smile crossed her lips as she made this declaration to him. "You will enjoy it though, this I promise you." While to most these would be ominous words taken out of context, but the Imperial would simply know that this was Illaria being herself, stoking the fire that swirled hotly within him. Content in conveying her message, the Shapeshifter sighs and then leans down to tuck her head beneath his chin as she rests her head on his chest. She was completely relaxed and at ease with the man she covered with her body. It was yet another pleasant surprise.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 16, 2016 22:07:03 GMT -8
Nyra snorted a laugh and performed an extravagant bow to the man, raising her head while she was still mid-bow."I certainly shall not try to disappoint you, but in this Universe there is no such thing as a sure thing."Nyra lifted herself from the bow and brushed the wrinkles from her shirt, she leaned against the wall near the door and looked up at holoscreen behind Nicademus, watching the still moving images of the city background. Her crazed smile crept up on her face as she spoke."So...Supreme Commander....What shall you have me do?"
As time passed, Nicademus would once more focus upon his work as the Imperial sat his desk; taking in reports, making various orders through the day and even meeting with others that came as visitors or officials of his regime. Yet, throughout the day, the back of his mind thought of Illaria, that morning and last night. It seemed like a dream or a memory from long ago, yet they were as fresh as the arriving spring season to Muunilist. And, for the first time, anticipation swelled within his lunge at the thought of the female returning to him once more. And it was that anticipation that made the day go by quickly and swiftly as morning turned to noon, then to the afternoon, then to dusk and finally... to the evening.
As the time went off that evening, Nicademus would pace his oval office, glancing every so often at the holoimage that rested behind his desk. It was of the Transitory Space that served as a natural barrier for the isolationist Hapans Consortium; though recent reports made people wonder if the Consortium was truly neutral in these days. Their attack upon Kashyyyk alongside the Jedi Order and the forced dissolution of the decadent Republic. Whoever led the Consortium towards such actions had the Supreme Commander's respect for not only destroying a group of unworthy Sith but also ensured the downfall of the Republic. Without that democratic, but weak order of planets, there was nothing protecting the galaxy from the impending onslaught of Imperial aggression.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of sudden movement within his office. His eyes glanced to the source of the noise, but saw nothing present. His alertness immediately went onto high status as his eyes darted around the room, wondering who was present within his office. His hand was placed upon his hip where a blaster was present, his finger right upon the trigger and ready to pull it out immediately in case those present were a threat to himself. |
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 17, 2016 10:28:30 GMT -8
Quite unexpectedly, Nicademus would find that his blaster had been suddenly thrown across the room. It was almost as if some invisible force had reached out and simply plucked it from his side, sending it off to who knew where. “Mmm…I do not believe that you will be needing such an uncivilized weapon for this…” Illaria spoke in a teasing tone as she approached the Imperial from behind and walked around his side before finally coming to rest in front of him. "You will need a weapon, yes. But not that kind of weapon." She looked the Supreme Commander up and down suggestively. Then casually, the Shapeshifter hopped up and made herself comfortable on the edge of his desk. Like a petulant child, she looked up at him ever so innocently as she swung her legs back and forth in front of her. A smirk danced across her lips as she reached down and undid her own weapons belt, unceremoniously dropping it into a pile in the middle of his desk, saber hilts clinking against one another.
It was clear that Illaria had just returned from somewhere rather important as dressed as she was in her full battle regalia – electrum armour brilliantly shined to perfection with a black silk-lined mantle covering her shoulders and hood pulled over her head with the remaining material cascading down the left side of her back. Perhaps, he would be annoyed by her antics as she so clearly made herself at home on his desk, but it would be something that she guessed he would learn to tolerate from her and only her. Surveying the paperwork scattered across the Imperial’s desk, Illaria arches a single eyebrow as she turns to look back at Nicademus. “Looks like your day was just about as exciting as mine.” She observed drolly and there was a hint of sarcasm that bled into her voice.
“Do you know why I was sent back to Muunilinst?” Illaria tilted her head to the side as she questioned him, not even allowing Nicademus the chance to respond. “It was supposed to be like they were sending me to timeout to think about what I had done…” She shifted a bit on his desk, the metal of her armour clinking together. “That meeting aboard the Praetorian on Yaga Minor, I mean.” She looked up to him knowingly, a smirk dancing across her lips. “They were not happy about the way that I spoke to you, so I was supposed to come here and mend the fences as it were.”
Illaria certainly did more than mend the fences, something that no one could have predicted. Sitting there on his desk, she fixed her silver gaze upon the Imperial in front of her and admired the full length of his powerful physique. A charge of excitement swept through her body at that moment and as it had on several other occasions throughout the day. Several times during the day, she had to stop what she had been doing and remind herself to bury such thoughts lest the others around her discover what she had been up to for the past day. And that would not bode well for the Lady Ren.
"You wanted to know why I had actually come to your office last night." Illaria said as she looked down and began slowly sliding her gloves off, pulling one finger out at a time. It was a tantalizing slow pace that she took. "I figured you at least earned the answer to that question after last night." Illaria looked straight at him, the left side of her mouth curled up into a small smile. "However, what I was not expecting was to be faced with the challenge you presented. I half-expected you to simply....acquiesce." She spoke so clinically of their encounter the previous night, it was almost as if she were hiding the fact that she was trying to maintain her control.
The anticipation was killing her, to Illaria it was almost painful to sit here so close to the very man she desired, keeping her hands to herself. It was not something that she allowed to show, however, displaying nothing but a calm veneer. By her reasoning though, if she was consumed by such a maelstrom of engulfing emotion then surely Nicademus was too. There was amusement to be had in waiting and biding her time to see which of them made the first move this time around.
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Nanda Panaka
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Post by Nanda Panaka on Jan 17, 2016 10:34:47 GMT -8
Nicademus strokes his chin lightly for a moment. Calmly, the Imperial leans over, keying a comlink that was embedded into his desk. A few moments passed before a voice was heard on the other end. The Supreme Commander turns his eyes to look upon the comlink as he spoke. From the sounds of the person on the other end, it was most likely a personnel of the Imperial Military Ordinance department. The ones who supplied necessary ordinances in terms of ammo, weapons and armor to the various units within the First Order's military.Have new outfits of the Phase IV Stormtrooper Armor, F-11D Blasters, FWMB-10 repeating blaster and other equipment of the New Phase equipment be transferred to the 477th, 479th and 77th Battalions. You will find their designations assigned to the 77th Heavy Attack Line.Yes, Supreme Commander. We will file this directive under High Priority status. Equipment will be transferred to the flagship of the 77th Heavy Attack Line fleet in orbit. Imperial Military Ordinance out.Nicademus lets the comlink die immediately after the voice on the other end stops talking. His eyes then return to the Captain and her senior officers. His hand reaches over once more, bringing up a small holomap of a planet within the Imperial Sector, Yaga Minor. It was the prime shipyard of the Imperial Remnant before and the later Fel Empire, servicing the Imperial Navy with repairs and new warships over a long period of time. Calmly, Nicademus gestures to the floating holoimage.You may bring your fleet for repair and upgrades as well as replenishing your supplies to Yaga Minor, Captain. I want the 77th Heavy Attack Line operational ASAP. I already have an assignment for you and your crew that will aid in the expanding influence of our nation. "Acknowledged Supreme Commander; My men are making preparations to receive the shipments as we speak. If I may inquire what assignment do you have for the 77th? I would like to begin planning as early as possible and I can think of few better uses for our time while the 77th is in dry dock than to prepare for our next mission." While she did her best to conceal it, Nanda was beyond thrilled to finally be serving the Empire again; she hadn't been this excited for a posting since she first graduated from the naval academy nine years ago. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2016 16:59:33 GMT -8
Knowing that Nicademus was a busy man, especially now with trying to place new recruits and get everything established with the new order, Anya knew he wouldn't be so readily available to answer her call and simply left a message for him for when he had the time. ::We never got around to that spar you wanted. With things starting to sort out with this new order's creation, perhaps we can tend to that. You're choice on location.::
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 17, 2016 17:52:31 GMT -8
Nyra snapped to attention and did a sharp salute, the smile replaced by a mock serious face. She nodded agreeably with Nicademus.
"Absolutely, Supreme Commander. Command and conquer, and all that."
Nyra's eyes lit up and she turned on her heel and ran out of the room, heading to the landing zones. As she ran down the halls of the building she exclaimed proudly to a passing group of Officers.
"I'm going to get me another head!"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 17, 2016 18:25:16 GMT -8
"Acknowledged Supreme Commander; My men are making preparations to receive the shipments as we speak. If I may inquire what assignment do you have for the 77th? I would like to begin planning as early as possible and I can think of few better uses for our time while the 77th is in dry dock than to prepare for our next mission." Knowing that Nicademus was a busy man, especially now with trying to place new recruits and get everything established with the new order, Anya knew he wouldn't be so readily available to answer her call and simply left a message for him for when he had the time. ::We never got around to that spar you wanted. With things starting to sort out with this new order's creation, perhaps we can tend to that. You're choice on location.::
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 17, 2016 21:24:40 GMT -8
Turning her head to look at Nicademus over her shoulder, her silver eyes locked in a piercing gaze as she examines him, Illaria merely nods. “That would be precisely why Soku was the one who ordered me here to Muunilinst. Apparently, he knew he could trust me with such a delicate mission…” She spoke slowly as she gracefully jumped off the edge of his desk with ease and began stalking around the back of it to where he was seated, trailing her bare fingers along the edge of it. “The way I remember last night..” The Shapeshifter spoke softly in sultry tones as she came around behind Nicademus and leaned down next to his face, her tender lips so close to his ear as she whispered. “…it was you who picked me up and threw me into your bed… Granted, I did not have any objections and more than enjoyed my time there..”
The Shapeshifter could see the obvious change that had occurred within the Imperial since she had made her presence known. He still appeared a bit stressed, but he was noticeably more relaxed than he had been only moments earlier. Returning his grin, she peeked over his shoulder to see what he had been working on and upon finding nothing of interest, she diverted her attention elsewhere. Glancing briefly at the assortment of wine and liquors that the droid had brought them, she decided that could wait for now. She had more important things to accomplish at the moment. Reaching out, she ran her fingers lightly over the back of his hand and dragged them up his arm before briefly resting them on the back of his neck. Opting to amend the rules of her own game, she decided that touching Nicademus like this did not constitute her making a move, so the game could continue.
“Oh no, it was not that I was underestimating you, Nicademus.” Illaria said with a brilliant grin as she hovered by his ear, laughing softly - the noise like music to one's ears. “Backbone or not…” She whispered as her hand deliberately drifted down the back of his neck, her fingers gliding along his spinal column before pausing at his lower back and moving to rest on his hip opposite to her. “I could easily use the dark side to bend you to my will, to force you to surrender……to submit to me….Regardless of whether you actually desired to yield or not….You would have to accept my control.” Illaria breathed in a dangerous-sounding tone against his neck and to most, such a declaration would inspire untold amounts of fear, but she knew the Imperial seated before her could not be so easily rattled. “But....like no one has managed before you... you presented me with a reason not to impress my will upon you and break you to your very core…”
Removing her hand from him, Illaria straightens up, a bit stiffly, and turns to seat herself on the edge of his desk once more, so that she is now sitting off to his side and can better face him. However, she does not make eye contact with Nicademus as she brings her other hand up and begins peeling that leather glove off as well. Tucking both gloves into the edge of her belt, she begins to loosen the straps on one of her armoured bracers as she continues speaking. “No, the challenge I am referring to is the fact that you actually showed interest in me and had the audacity to declare your desires aloud. That was unexpected.” She looks up at him at this point. “Unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome.” The Shapeshifter clarifies as she goes back to fiddling with her armour, paying him no further attention at this point.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 18, 2016 19:37:56 GMT -8
It was evident that Nicademus took note of Illaria's movements as she removed her gloves, but yet a glance would come momentarily, before discipline managed to keep the Imperial in check as the Lady Ren was fiddling with her training armor. The whole time, she had teased him... touching his arm, stroking his neck, whispering words in a tone that sounded almost similar to last night's events. There was no need to use the Force, Illaria could simply use herself to break down what barriers were present around the Supreme Commander to seduce him once more. However, Nicademus managed to exhale deeply, relaxing his nerves as they became a little pent up. Yet the sigh came with a reasonable statement that could deceive anyone. But could it deceive the woman before him?
As I said, I am a challenge... always have been and always will. I am a direct man, Illaria, I speak plainly, bluntly and truthfully. I never liked sitting in the chair of the Emperor; so many officials that showered me with praises and honeyed words when they sought favors in return. Bah! The audacity... just as I am direct, so would I want people to be direct with me. Ensures that things are achieved quickly.
His hand, after setting down the drink, would then find itself upon Illaria's slender leg as she sat on the edge of his desk. It was clear that Nicademus's interest had not faltered from Illaria, in fact, one could say that such an affection had grown with their temporary separation. The Supreme Commander offered a small grin for a moment before reaching with his free hand to grip his drink and take a sip from it.
But sometimes... words can help build situations. Words are a good foundation for actions. I used words to build up the zealous feelings of my former subordinates when I was a part of the Imperial Remnant. Next thing I knew, I was made their Head of State. I declared a charismatic speech to the whole of Empire, and no one objected to me sitting upon its throne. I brought my loyalists to this isolated sector of space and rallied for Imperial forces to join me... a flood of them came.
His slowly and gently moved upon her leg for a moment as the Imperial's eyes remained locked upon Illaria as she fiddled with her armor. What were her intentions? Who knows, but surely it had to do with the armor and its possible... removal. After all, the gloves were off. What was next? Only Nicademus could speculate. The Imperial then lowers his voice, to a similar tone as of last night shortly before they ventured for his chambers.
And here, just like last night, I can use words to build up a good foundation for more. After all... words started actions that were once possibly believed to be but a dream, but a desire and not at all a reality. Yet in the end, words ignited a conflagration that could engulf galaxies as we speak.
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 18, 2016 21:24:35 GMT -8
As much as he might like to think he could try to deceive Illaria, Nicademus would soon find that he could not. Not when it came to his emotions and states of mind. Even though he was not Force sensitive, Illaria could sense the feelings rolling off him in waves as if he were broadcasting them directly into her mind, as if she were the one feeling such sensations. So, the tension that had built up in the Imperial after she had concluded teasing him did not escape her notice. “It is a good thing that I enjoy challenges then…” The Shapeshifter looked up at Nicademus and merely smirked as she removed one of her bracers and dropped it next to her weapons belt that she had already discarded on his desk. That smirk was quickly wiped from her face as he placed his hand on her leg, which was enough to quiet their swinging as she focused on the heat collecting within her cheeks.
“Well then, I shall be direct with you, Supreme Commander.” Pursing her lips and meeting his gaze, Illaria practically purred his title as she so often did when teasing him. Her smile seemed to reach into her silvery eyes, as they too smiled along with her. It was a rare sight, for sure. “I do not care that you are the Supreme Commander of the First Order. I do believe in what you are doing and trying to accomplish. Soku has opened my eyes to that much and has ensured my undying loyalty to our shared cause.” Breaking her gaze, she begins to loosen the straps on her other bracer, moving her fingers slowly and deliberately over her armour. “But that does not mean that I will shower you with praises or follow you blindly. If you expect me by your side then I will challenge you and I will question you when appropriate.” Illaria pauses in what she is doing and looks up at him, biting her lip a moment before she clarifies. “However, I will not challenge or question you to your own detriment. Only to better you.”
Returning to her bracer, she finally removes it and adds it to the ever-growing pile on his desk with a clink as the metal plates collide. As his hand slowly snakes up her leg, Illaria looks up and meets the Imperial’s gaze. She was trying very hard to maintain her composure and he was making it quite difficult. Clearing her throat to stifle the small groan of satisfaction, she begins to speak once more. “I am not here merely looking for a way to pass the time. And I am not interested in the power you hold as Supreme Commander. I am ambitious, but even I am able to see the man beyond such a title.” Reaching up, she begins to undo the straps tethering the electrum-hued pauldron to her shoulder, her fingers moving a bit faster now as she goes on. “Life is short, especially when we live in a theatre of war.” The Shapeshifter looks at him pointedly as she sharply tugs the straps to the buckles loose on one pauldron then the next, slipping the whole ensemble over her head and tossing it in the pile. Illaria turns back to continue watching Nicademus, noting the way he is currently looking at her before she decides to go on. She looks down at his hand upon her leg first, biting her lower lip before looking back up at him. In that split second, the air about her seemed to darken and her desire for him is written plainly across her face as she speaks to him in a firm and commanding tone. “I want you.”
It was a rather ambiguous statement and it would be difficult for one to puzzle out exactly what she meant by it. Did she simply want him in this moment? Or was there more behind such a declaration? One thing was clear, however. It was an invitation to him, indicating that she would not be the first one to make the move tonight. Instead, she opted to use this to gauge his seriousness in pursuing her.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 19, 2016 19:58:35 GMT -8
Her last words rang across the room like a confident declaration... a silence fell for a long time as Nicademus kept his hand firmly upon the naked skin of her leg. There was no sudden movement, no shock, nothing seemed to come from Nicademus for a long time. What had Illaria done? Had she surprised him? Shocked him? Had she done something wrong with her words? He remained silent and as still as stone, gazing upon her for what seemed to be an endless period of time. Then his grip tightened for a moment, indicating that his mind had returned to reality. Nicademus blinked once before looking at Illaria with conscious eyes.
And I... want-...
He paused in his speech, the Imperial's thoughts returning to him all of a sudden. That night before and this time, something was rumbling within his chest, deep within the bowels of his heart and body. His spirit felt alive and ignited by fire. His heart pumped fast, firing up a furnace. Nicademus closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them. There was a fiery gaze, a determined gaze within his eyes as Nicademus slowly stood up, placing his hands on either side of Illaria's legs as she sat upon his desk. His lips parted, speaking in a deep and romantic tone.
... No... No... I need you.
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Post by Nanda Panaka on Jan 19, 2016 21:27:25 GMT -8
The Imperial calmly keys the console upon his desk, causing an expanded map of the Outer Rim and the Unknown Region to appear. Once more, Nicademus keys some codes into the holodisplay, revealing red arrows, extending from the Imperial Sector and moving into the Unknown Region. Planets such as Nirauan, Adumar and Ilum were indicated as high valued targets. Then another display popped up, revealing a planet known as Deralia with details of a Knights of Ren operation within the region. Nicademus points first to Deralia.I will be assigning your fleet to join up with the Knights of Ren in subjugating the Jedi world of Deralia. Your forces will be there in securing the planet for the future of the First Order as a base of operations. Nothing more than the usual police work from what I know.His gloved hand then gestured to the campaign plans for the Unknown Region.Afterward, I am transferring your fleet and forces to the campaign designated to subjugate a number of systems within the Unknown Region. By the time you are done with Deralia, Imperial forces should have landed upon Nirauan or at least entered the system. Join up with the central thrust, which I will be personally commanding. This will help give our troops much needed battlefield experience. "Acknowledged Supreme Commander; we look forward to the coming conflicts. Are there any other orders which you have for us, or may we return to the 77th to begin preparations for our assignment?" The question was far from an attempt to escape the Supreme Commander's office; Nanda was merely eager to throw herself and her crew at something challenging again. The years since the sector which she had patrolled had splintered from the Remnant had been dull and without any true challenges. Even toppling the rogue Moff had not been inordinately difficult with the assistance of Ranulph Madine's Storm Commandos, and she knew that he was as eager as her if not more so to prove his loyalty to the Empire. |
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