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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 19:26:50 GMT -8
Not having anticipated being promoted, Ishild nonetheless manages to keep her surprised and pride at being so rewarded as she rises and clasps her hands behind her back while answering the Emperor's question. "There will be some delay in restoring the StarDrives to full operational capacity. A virus was released in their systems before full control of their orbital facilities was achieved. Information technology specialists have already begun assessing the problem, however, while Civil Affairs troops are searching for and securing StarDrives offsite data backup locations so that full operational capacity can be restored."
Moving on to the more promising aspect of her abbreviated report, Ishild says, "Intelligence gathered by one of our allies in the Knights of Ren enabled us to deliver a devastating surprise first strike on Rendili's defense forces, both in orbit and on the ground. Mandalorian forces provided by Clan Bralor aided in the capture of Edethor and the Arch-Provost, who was . . . persuaded to cooperate with our Civil Affairs and Psychological Operations forces. Enforcing a communications and media blackout enabled us to, with the Arch-Provost's cooperation, control the narrative of events, with the result that the majority of the populace believes that the First Order intervened when Alliance terrorists attempted to seize control of their shipyards, and then 'invited' Rendili to become a member world of our glorious empire. The Arch-provost, naturally, accepted the invitation on behalf of the citizens of Rendili. Civil Affairs and Psychological Operations forces were able to ensure that Rendili's industrial operations resumed all but immediately, and the pro-First Order propaganda that was subtly worked into the world's media outlets has resulted in, save for the battles fought with Rendili's now all but eradicated Defense Force and the Alliance force that unsuccessfully attempted to stave off our occupation, peaceful transition into our Empire. Ad Gloriam, Ad Victoriam!"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 29, 2018 20:29:32 GMT -8
Nicademus gestures to one of the members of High Command, who pulls up the reports from Sauer on the situation of Rendili as well as past records of the planet's industrial potential. Quietly, the Emperor examines the details with his meticulous gaze, noting every detail while listening to the report given, verbally, by the Fleet Admiral. Rendili was quite the prize to gain, giving the First Order further access to the industrial might of the Core regions. With its addition, First Order controlled another vital shipyard which would only increase the military output of their nation. This greatly pleased the Emperor.
Continue doing what you are doing, Fleet Admiral. Propaganda is key to persuading the masses in openly embracing the First Order. Ensure that the shipyards are operational in a short time, their potential will prove to be quite useful. The future of the First Order's presence on that planet must be secured.
There would need to be a slight reorganization with the inclusion of Rendili, in terms of the sector borders. But that was not necessary right now, given the greater ambitions and tasks in the mind of the Emperor. Nicademus waves his hand, causing the information of Rendili to vanish within seconds. There were further orders to give to Sauer, ones that should greatly intrigue her hopefully.
Fleet Admiral, redeploy your core forces and ships to Taris. Your presence will be needed on a new battlefield... one that will be decisive in its intentions.
Nicademus turns to look at the female.
The peace between the Empire and the Galactic Alliance has been ended by my hands. With the apparent and ever-declining strength of our foe, we must move quickly and strike the final blow... at the heart of its existence, Mon Calamari. A great fleet and army are gathering for this operation.
Nicademus then turns as the holoimage changes to a recording of Kuat's Shipyards. Revealed before all was the project long labored over the planet's surface, an Assertor-class Star Dreadnought, a powerful warship, eclipsed only by the Executor Dreadnoughts. Its existence had become known over time and it would soon be ready to launch. Once it did, it would join the forces over Taris and lead them as the Emperor's new flagship.
Soon, Fleet Admiral, we will all see the end of the Galactic Alliance.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 21:05:12 GMT -8
Acknowledging the Emperor's orders regarding Rendili with a nod, Ishild manages to retain her poise and neutral expression even though she feels her pulse quicken in anticipation a moment later when he gives her the order to redeploy her core forces to Taris so that she can participate in delivering the death blow to the Galactic Alliance.
"It will be an honor to be a part of such a glorious operation, my Emperor, Ishild says after taking a moment to admire the sight of the Assertor-class Star Dreadnaught that Nicademus displays for all those present, the determination and fervor in her gaze and voice making it clear that she is every bit as intrigued pleased with her orders as the Emperor had hoped. Snapping to attention in her gracefully precise manner, Ishild raises her fist in the Imperial salute, With your leave, my Emperor, I will depart for Rendili at once to begin preparations to redeploy for Taris immediately."
Once dismissed, Ishild, stepping lively and quite plainly invigorated by all the honors that Nicademus had bestowed upon her, makes her way back to the Lambda-class shuttle that had brought her to Imperial Strategic Command, her mind already turning to the task of seeing that she fulfills all of her orders as swiftly and efficiently as she can.
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Sept 25, 2018 18:24:49 GMT -8
Having confined Brock to his quarters in the Tower of the Imperial Knights after their return from the failed mission to extract the Sith Intelligence agent, Avernus Maric, from Drall, Faina makes her way alone to the Emperor's office; the failure of the mission, in her opinion, was ultimately her's alone, and it is therefore only fitting that she faces the consequences for that failure on her own.
Taking a deep breath after the Emperor's guards have indicated that she has been granted permission to enter the office of the Emperor, Faina squares her shoulders and enters through the doors to where Nicademus awaits her. Taking a knee, lowering her head, Faina greets Nicademus formally and respectfully, "My Emperor. When bid to rise, Faina does so, clasping her hands behind her back and standing with her usual formal stiffness as she explains why she has come, I am here to report on the mission to extract Avernus Maric from where he was held on Drall, my Lord," something, subtle and unintended though it may be, in her tone making it clear, despite her habitually stoic demeanor, that her report is not one she is looking forward to making.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Sept 27, 2018 14:24:07 GMT -8
Having confined Brock to his quarters in the Tower of the Imperial Knights after their return from the failed mission to extract the Sith Intelligence agent, Avernus Maric, from Drall, Faina makes her way alone to the Emperor's office; the failure of the mission, in her opinion, was ultimately her's alone, and it is therefore only fitting that she faces the consequences for that failure on her own.
Taking a deep breath after the Emperor's guards have indicated that she has been granted permission to enter the office of the Emperor, Faina squares her shoulders and enters through the doors to where Nicademus awaits her. Taking a knee, lowering her head, Faina greets Nicademus formally and respectfully, "My Emperor. When bid to rise, Faina does so, clasping her hands behind her back and standing with her usual formal stiffness as she explains why she has come, I am here to report on the mission to extract Avernus Maric from where he was held on Drall, my Lord," something, subtle and unintended though it may be, in her tone making it clear, despite her habitually stoic demeanor, that her report is not one she is looking forward to making.
He looks up from his desk as Faina approaches, wondering the intent behind this sudden and private audience she desired with him. The Imperial did not let her bow for long, waving his hand to her as an indication for her to rise. That's when Nicademus noticed her eyes and the sound of her tone. Her eyes betrayed something, something that was off. The Emperor nonetheless would hear what had to be said.Go ahead and make your report then, Faina. I am curious to hear what had happened. |
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Sept 30, 2018 17:57:52 GMT -8
Faina nods, taking a deep breath after Nicademus tells her to make the report she came to make. Though she has thought of little else other than how to make her report to Nicademus ever since Brock beheaded the intelligence agent they had successfully extracted from Drall, and has practiced making it in her head and aloud, losing sleep over not only the prospect of making the report but also what she feels are all of the mistakes she made that led to Brock's action, Faina finds that she cannot remember a single word of any of the many ways she had come up with to inform Nicademus of what transpired now that the actual moment to do so has arrived, and it takes her a moment to finally find her voice.
"Maric is dead, my Emperor, Faina all but blurts when she finally forces herself to say something, anything, to begin her report. As though the admission has opened some internal floodgate, Faina begins speaking in a less disciplined and controlled way than her usual manner of choosing her words carefully and precisely, clearly upset by what she has come to say, and obviously concerned about what it might invite, not only for her, but also for Brock. We succeeded in extracting him, and in getting him offworld, but then Brock killed him after Maric baited him, bragging about all of the vile things he has done . . . Shaking her head, not wanting to sound as though she is trying to justify Brock's actions, Faina takes another deep breath before saying, The fault is entirely mine. I never should have included Brock in the mission when it was a Sith that we were extracting. I should have considered the possibility that the a Sith would taunt us, or at least have kept Brock and the Sith apart when I know how much Brock hates the Sith, or have stepped in when it was clear what Maric was trying to do, I should have done something to stop it. It happened too fast, Faina says, and then shakes her head with a scowl, not wanting to make excuses. Standing up straighter, Faina repeats, The fault is mine, and I accept full responsibility for Maric's death, my Emperor. And I fully accept any consequences or punishment you deem necessary as well," she concludes in a decisive tone.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 8, 2018 16:27:21 GMT -8
Inwardly, the Emperor sighs at the report. An agent of the Sith, of Lord Savage's group, was dead at the hands of an Imperial Knight. This would cause a diplomatic issue between both allies. Although Maric did provoke the Imperial Knights, the reaction from Brock was unwarranted. Personally, Nicademus did applaud him for his actions, the government would not be happy with this debacle on their plate. The Imperial glances up at Faina for a moment, tapping his fingers lightly on the desk, before rising from his chair. For a while, he paced, in absolute silence. His mind clearly at work before the right words were found and put together to respond properly.
You were right to do what was necessary as punishment to Brock Ferrum. As their Grandmaster, a degree of responsibility does lie upon your shoulders, yet Brock took matters into his own hands, without regard to his brothers and sisters nor to the First Order. I will not punish you, Faina... Brock is skilled after all and I can see why you brought him along on this mission.
He clasps his hands behind his back. Nicademus had done his best to keep the balance between the three major Force using groups within the First Order, the Sith, the Imperial Knights, and the Ren. From what he could tell though, the Imperial Knights and Ren seem to have some sort of understanding. Although, it was well known that neither enjoyed the presence of the Sith. He knew that hardliners within both groups would begin speaking to him soon enough, just as Lord Savage would soon too.
Tension has always existed between these two groups... it was only a matter of time before one broke. It surprises me though that it came from the Imperial Knights first. What did Maric say though? What exactly did he taunt about?
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Oct 8, 2018 17:11:46 GMT -8
The murder of innocent children. There is a moment of silence as Brock's deep, clear voice is heard moments before he makes his way fully into the office, the guards outside not having been given a reason to keep him out yet. It was a far less dramatic entrance than the one he had made the last time he had been in the Emperor's office, but it had far deeper implication for the future. Wearing only black workout attire Brock was still a broad and well muscled figure, but without either the traditional armor of the imperial Knight or his more common white/gold set he definitely seemed different. He was also devoid of weapons, having left both of his sabers in the quarters he was supposed to be confined to. It looked bad that he had disobeyed Faina once again, but he wasn't about to let her fall on her sword for his sake. He might not be the most obedient Imperial Knight, but he was loyal, and his sense of loyalty wouldn't allow her to take the blame, even if she truly believed it was her fault. Dropping to one knee, head bowed, next to where the Order's Grandmaster now stands he continues with the strangly calm, almost numb sense that had seemed to permeate his being ever since he had killed the Sith. He admitted to the murder of an orphanage of children, and for that I killed him. Yes he was goading me, but I didn't kill him because he was goading me. I killed him because if I didn't he would have been brought back here and returned to the Sith without justice. Grandmaster Nikulin It almost hurt to call her that, but he felt like he had lost the privilege of speaking of her as a friend when he did what he did, no matter the reasons. couldn't have stopped me no matter what she may believe. It was a conscious decision I made at the last moment. I did what I knew was right, knowing full well what it might cost, but it was still the right thing to do, and we both know it. With that last statement his head snaps up, locking his brown eyes on those of his Emperor. He knew it was improper to address the man that way but he'd be damned if he'd let the man he had once called friend order his death without looking into his eyes first. He was prepared to accept the punishment that was given but he wasn't going to be meek about it.
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Oct 10, 2018 19:16:06 GMT -8
Faina clenches her jaw and fists when Brock, blatantly disregarding her order to remain in his quarters, bursts in before she has a chance to answer Nicademus. Shooting Brock an angry glance that has some confusion in it as well, her inability to understand why he would seems intent on defying her when she had confined him to his quarters so that she could try and take the blame for what transpired with Maric on herself abundantly clear.
"We all know it was just, Brock, Faina all but snaps at him, and then more calmly says, What you fail to understand, just as it was, your actions could have more far reaching implications that jeopardize the alliance the First Order has with the Sith. Nicademus had explained to her that, as much as he understood that the Sith were potentially dangerous allies, they were tools that he had managed to harness for the good of the First Order, and while Faina once harbored doubts about the wisdom of such an alliance, no matter the benefits, she has since come to accept Nicademus' views, her belief in and loyalty to the Emperor so absolute that it overrides her personal misgivings and concerns. Turning to Nicademus, she pleads once more, The failure is mine, my Emperor, I should have made sure that Brock at least appreciated the potential delicacy of the situation given our alliance with the Sith that serve the First Order. Had I done my job, he would not have so callously acted in a way that could turn allies into enemies." In Faina's mind, Brock's actions have the potential to put more innocents in harms way, for innocent lives would almost certainly be lost in a conflict between the First Order and the Sith should the death of Maric bring the tensions Nicademus spoke of to a breaking point, and no matter what Brock or Nicademus believe, she firmly believes she could and should have foreseen that Brock should have, at the very least, been kept apart from the Sith given the fervor of his views on Dark Siders in general.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 11, 2018 20:05:57 GMT -8
The Emperor remains silent as the two speak their pieces, necessary words spoken to relieve whatever burdened both heart and mind. Yet, that silence persisted even after the last words were spoken. Nicademus obviously musing over what had been said. The Imperial then turns his gaze over to Brock.
Brock, the question remains though, did Agent Maric truly perform such an action or was it all just a boast to get under someone's skin?
There had been nothing in the formal report indicating that Maric had certainly done something of that magnitude recently. Though Imperial Intelligence was spotty when it came to the Blackguard at best. Lord Savage and his organization had been doing well with their secrecy. Although, Nicademus had been reported about the construction of some rather powerful warships over at Bilbringi before they vanished somewhere into the Outer Rim.
For all we know, Brock, his words were done to place cards within Lord Savage's hand to put himself at an advantage and us at a disadvantage. The Sith are known to be very tricky and manipulative... We should all know, they are very good at causing reactions by their well-placed words and the means to tug at someone's morals. After all, Maric's profile indicates that is well versed in the art of sabotage, espionage, and other characteristics that suit him as a Sith and an Agent.
Although Maric did work with the First Order often, Nicademus suspected that he worked more for the agenda of Lord Savage. The Sith were hard to fully accept pledges of loyalty when the majority, if not all Darksiders, within the ranks of the Empire served directly at the behest of Viox Savage. Save those of the Knights of Ren who personally did not like the Sith and made that sentiment rather clear. Nicademus knew this could cause a lot of issues, he would need to carefully ensure his steps were done right to overcome the inevitable trial that was ahead of him.
This will certainly be a good excuse for Lord Savage... but let this be known to the both of you.
He says, looking between Faina and Brock.
Your punishments are simple and straightforward. Faina, learn to better control the Knights under your command. I do not want any more screw ups. And Brock, I understand your sentiments towards the Sith, in fact, if I were in your shoes, I would have drawn my saber as well, but you need to control your emotions. Remember, your oath is to the Empire, to the Emperor, and the Force. Not to your personal morals.
With that said, though, Nicademus speaks further.
Brock, despite this mistake, I am not going to throw you to the wolves to save the Empire. Even if I considered such an act, I doubt it would satisfy a wolf, like Lord Savage. And it would look bad if I did so. I have lost the trust of the Imperial Knights before and I will not lose it again. Prakith was a mistake that nearly cost me my life. I will not throw anyone to the Sith to save our skins.
The Emperor walks towards the two Imperial Knights. His hand lightly patting the shoulder of Faina as he passed by, stopping just in front of Brock Ferrum. Nicademus could easily resolve this by ending his life as compensation, but the Sith were always hungry. His master taught him those values and the principles of the Sith. The life of Brock may not be enough to resolve this and he would not waste the skill of Brock by doing so.
You are one of the few that has remained with me, Brock. Like Faina, like Kortos... you are skilled and loyal. I need Knights, like you, to train my son someday. But I need you to control yourself better in these situations. You are a good Imperial Knight, but remember, your actions can easily affect those brothers and sisters that stand mere feet from you. If you had not been able to strike down Maric so quickly, others could have died before he could be subdued.
Nicademus reaches up and pats the armored shoulder of Brock.
Don't worry though. I am not gonna make you, or anyone, apologize for what has happened. What is done is done. We can only prepare ourselves for what is to come. Do I have your support in this, Brock? Just as I have before.
He extends his gloved hand to the Imperial Knight.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Oct 17, 2018 13:48:10 GMT -8
A variety of thoughts pass through Brock's mind as his two superiors address him. He knew that he was making Faina even more angry by disobeying her yet again, but no matter who he was or what orders were given to him he wasn't about to let his friend take blame for his actions. Even if he wasn't sure how friendly she'd be feeling toward him once all had been said and done. That being said, he was sorry for having to put her in such a position. It wasn't so much that he wasn't aware about the precarious situation of the Sith and the "alliance" they have with the First order, it was more that the nature of that connection is one of the very reasons why he did it. He knew deep in his gut that the Sith alliance was a mistake. Faina had explained that Nic had them under control and was using them as another tool. That had never sat right with him and he didn't believe for a moment that the Sith didn't think the same about the First Order. Prepared to mention all those things before having his head removed in compensation for his actions his resolve is moved to confusion as the emperor continues his musings and then offers him a hand. Well that was unexpected. At the very least he expected to be banished or tossed from the ranks of the Imperial Knights, or really anything but forgiveness. In a moment he makes up his mind to reverse course and take in what was said. Continuing to avoid Faina's gaze reaches his hand to grasp that of the emperor. I will stand by you against the darkness as I always have. Wherever it comes from. The Emperor seemed to have forgiven him, but he was sure a much more troubling conversation with Faina was going to end up following this one.
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 20, 2018 19:10:32 GMT -8
Landing at Imperial Strategic Command was something that he was rather familiar with. Though, given his recent escapades, he hadn't actually set foot on the Imperial Capital in several months. The last time he had been here, he had officially given Harlan Petrovsky the title of High Admiral. That seemed like another lifetime ago, now. The silver armored Sith Troopers took up flanking positions at the bottom of the ramp while he disembarked. Striding forward, purposefully, the Zabrak Grand Moff motioned for the guards to remain at the shuttle. Passing through checkpoint after checkpoint unhindered, he finally reached the Emperor's office. A place he had not been since Petrovsky's promotion. A place he detested. But it had been a learning curve. A place where he had taken his first steps to something greater. And now everything had practically come full circle, it seemed. The Force truly did work in mysterious ways some times...*
*Upon entering the office, he procured the datapads from his inside breast pocket, ready to present his findings to the Emperor. Business first, then he'd address the real reason why he was here. Clearing his throat, he addressed the Emperor with the usual pomp that was expected.
"Emperor Delvardus. It has been some time..."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 20, 2018 19:35:45 GMT -8
A variety of thoughts pass through Brock's mind as his two superiors address him. He knew that he was making Faina even more angry by disobeying her yet again, but no matter who he was or what orders were given to him he wasn't about to let his friend take blame for his actions. Even if he wasn't sure how friendly she'd be feeling toward him once all had been said and done. That being said, he was sorry for having to put her in such a position. It wasn't so much that he wasn't aware about the precarious situation of the Sith and the "alliance" they have with the First order, it was more that the nature of that connection is one of the very reasons why he did it. He knew deep in his gut that the Sith alliance was a mistake. Faina had explained that Nic had them under control and was using them as another tool. That had never sat right with him and he didn't believe for a moment that the Sith didn't think the same about the First Order. Prepared to mention all those things before having his head removed in compensation for his actions his resolve is moved to confusion as the emperor continues his musings and then offers him a hand. Well that was unexpected. At the very least he expected to be banished or tossed from the ranks of the Imperial Knights, or really anything but forgiveness. In a moment he makes up his mind to reverse course and take in what was said. Continuing to avoid Faina's gaze reaches his hand to grasp that of the emperor. I will stand by you against the darkness as I always have. Wherever it comes from. The Emperor seemed to have forgiven him, but he was sure a much more troubling conversation with Faina was going to end up following this one.
He looks at the two Imperial Knights, Brock and Faina.I will handle everything else from here. The future is changing as we speak with what has been done. Whatever is to come, we will be ready... whether its one way or the other.Landing at Imperial Strategic Command was something that he was rather familiar with. Though, given his recent escapades, he hadn't actually set foot on the Imperial Capital in several months. The last time he had been here, he had officially given Harlan Petrovsky the title of High Admiral. That seemed like another lifetime ago, now. The silver armored Sith Troopers took up flanking positions at the bottom of the ramp while he disembarked. Striding forward, purposefully, the Zabrak Grand Moff motioned for the guards to remain at the shuttle. Passing through checkpoint after checkpoint unhindered, he finally reached the Emperor's office. A place he had not been since Petrovsky's promotion. A place he detested. But it had been a learning curve. A place where he had taken his first steps to something greater. And now everything had practically come full circle, it seemed. The Force truly did work in mysterious ways some times...*
*Upon entering the office, he procured the datapads from his inside breast pocket, ready to present his findings to the Emperor. Business first, then he'd address the real reason why he was here. Clearing his throat, he addressed the Emperor with the usual pomp that was expected."Emperor Delvardus. It has been some time..."
With Lord Savage entered the office of the Emperor, the Imperial would be leaning on a guard rail that allowed him to look at the massive holoscreen behind his desk. This time, it depicted his homeworld of Eriadu, a recording of it to say the least. This was the world how it was during the reign of Cygnus Tarkin, it probably was still the same though. Nicademus turns away from the massive holoscreen, clicking a button for it to change to scenery of Muunilinst's mountain range near Mariunhus. His gaze looking at the Sith Lord within his room as the Imperial moved away from the guard rail.Lord Savage, a rare visit indeed. You have been a rather busy man from what I hear, surprised you had the time to visit once more.His gaze noticed the datapad in hand. His mind wondering about what excuse brought the Zabrak to his presence.Is there something you wish to speak about? Your visits are rare, as I said before, but they always have a reason. |
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 20, 2018 20:14:56 GMT -8
Being first greeted with the view of the world he had come to recognize as Eriadu. Though vastly different from how it appeared today. And a twinge of anger, completely unrelated to the matter at hand, spiked. Clenching his jaw, the Zabrak recognized the handiwork of Cygnus Tarkin. Once the leader of the Imperial Alliance, they had sought to bring the Tyrian Triumvirate to its end once Cygnus had learned the about the death of his niece, Lady Lilandra Lyske. Deathstalker. He hadn't thought of those days in a very long time. If there was any one being in the galaxy that he despised and hated more than the man he was currently sharing a room with, it was Cygnus Tarkin. Shifting his attention to the Emperor as he spoke, he stifled a small smirk. Indeed he had been busy. More so than the Emperor could even imagine. Despite his hatred and dislike for the man in the room with him, he knew better than to underestimate him. Both of them had achieved and accomplished great feats. And both of them were not ones willing to lose to the other. Which would make things quite interesting.
"I dislike the hustle and bustle of the capital. A visit to the Imperial capital once every few months is more than enough for me."
Remembering the datapad, and knowing that the ruse was well constructed enough to fool the Emperor for a time, he strode a few paces forward and extended his left hand containing the datapad.
"I never show up here without a reason. Otherwise I'd be wasting the time and energy of us both. You are an important man, after all. And a busy one at that. As am I. As for this; this is the financial reports from the Iridonian Oversector. Normally I wouldn't deliver this information personally...however...given the discrepancies I noticed, I figured that I would deliver this information personally."
Rampant had disseminated the information and created falsified financial reports and made it appear as though several random businesses were skimming from the First Order. And there was enough believable information to send people on a wild bantha chase for a few days. If Nicademus suspected anything, he wasn't letting on as of yet, so he would continue to play the situation as he was already. And hopefully he would come across the answers he desired.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 20, 2018 20:29:34 GMT -8
Nicademus looks at the information and reports placed before him from the Iridonian Oversector. The Emperor sits down behind his desk, proceed to examine each and every document on hand. His eyes always examining the businesses in question and what was detailed as the possible loss of revenue and production. The Emperor taps his fingers lightly a few times, his mind deep in thought. The Iridonian Oversector had recently been downsized with justified reasoning. After all, the Imperial suspected that Lord Savage had his own territory to govern as the leader of the so-called Blackguard. His thoughts reminding himself of two details; Mustafar and the history that surrounded the southern Outer Rim territories within the vicinity of that planet.
Back to the matter at hand, there was something off... the Iridonian Oversector seemed to have a greater wealth than what was recorded in previous reports. If the businesses, as they were noted in the logs, were skimming this much from this sector, there would have been earlier complaints and a clear notice in the logs. At the same time, he did not recall much business within this sector beforehand. Iridonia wasn't as filled with traffic compared to other sectors, given its proximity in the galaxy. The Emperor sets these files away and draws up new ones from his own records. Something wasn't adding up, these reports looked believeable to the naked eye, but something just didn't feel right. His eyes reviewing them calmly before looking at Lord Savage.
The only way these businesses could be skimming is if there were blackmarket operations or if they were outside of the military's control. Beyond the larger galactic businesses of Kuat Drive Yards, Rendili StarDrive, Balmorran Arms, and so forth, everything is under the thumb of the military. Such reports are filed to High Command and reviewed by necessary personnel before filed to the senior commanders and finally to me. This sudden change is... disturbing to say the least.
Nicademus leans back, rubbing his chin slightly.
Why weren't these reported sooner, Lord Savage? And in addition, how long do your records indicate that this has been going on?
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 20, 2018 20:46:16 GMT -8
He was playing the long game with him. Nicademus was actually engaging him in this little charade. Oh how enjoyable this was going to be. He listened to the man speak, then replied in kind, without missing a beat. He wasn't going to be made out to be the fool now. Not with so much invested into the Blackguard. And the trade alliance with the Hutt Cartel.
"It seems that these discrepancies started shortly after my private deal with the Hutt Cartel about moving shipments of yarrock off of Iridonia to generate more revenue. The excess of income from the stockpiles of yarrock hid the discrepancies until now. Now that the yarrock must be mined, the discrepancies are becoming more apparent. Rampant is currently combing the records for the past year to try and pinpoint when it started. Personally I suspect someone under the Cartel's employ to be skimming us. And what better way than to milk funds away from the First Order than to hit the trade with the Hutts..."
The Sith trailed off, calmly looking back at the Emperor without flinching. He was far more discipline in this area of engagement than one might think. His outward emotions wouldn't be displayed, even for a moment. He wasn't going to give Nicademus the satisfaction.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 20, 2018 21:10:56 GMT -8
Lord Savage made a deal with the Hutts over the mining of Yarrock? It was an indication of Viox's dealings with foreign enterprises and a further indication that the Blackguard had possible allies elsewhere. His mind recalled the meeting between Vlusu and Aya of the Mandalorians... it was a veiled threat beneath the words. It was exactly as Nicademus thought it was. The Sith was flexing the knowledge and hinting that his organization had allies and deals beyond the First Order. The shadowy agreements and the desire for secrecy, the lesson of which popped into his mind from when the Imperial was younger.
Nicademus shakes his head slightly at the information presented to him by Viox.
Then the people you have employed for the mining of Yarrock are playing you for a fool. I do not doubt that the Cartel has the means and the money to, not only buy ships to enforce their will and hire mercenaries to carry out their orders, but to bribe and seduce people to their employment.
Nicademus then trains his gaze onto the Sith.
Last I recalled though, the First Order had no interest in Yarrock mining though... its industry dedicated to the development and production of military hardware. I have never once recalled a moment where an officer on my staff has suggested we delve into the mining of an addictive spice.
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 20, 2018 21:28:47 GMT -8
The Zabrak allowed a small smirk. Nicademus was reading into the situation much deeper than expected. Especially considering he had never once implied that the Yarrock mining was for the First Order. Actually, he had presented the information in quite the opposite fashion, clearly stating that it was a private deal, outside the jurisdiction of the First Order. And while the specifics of the deal were actually beneficial to Iridonia, and by extension, the First Order, he wasn't about to disclose any of that information.
"Do not insult my intelligence by implying that I am being played, when you have been reaping the benefits of this deal for the past several months now. Take the moral high ground when it comes to my private deal with the Cartel if you must, but I am no idiot. Yarrock hasn't gone anywhere near First Order territory. I was very clear in my dealings with the Cartel. And furthermore..."
The Sith stepped forward and places both hands on the Emperor's desk, staring the man down.
"...I don't recall having to ask your permission to stimulate industry and improve living standards on my own home world. And I am well aware of First Order's industry. The First Order remains free and clear of this deal. Should it backfire in the future, it will not sully your image..."
Allowing the words to linger, the Zabrak righted himself, straightened his uniform and smoothed it out while regaining his military composure. Perhaps he was frustrated with Nicademus, but he was by no means angry...yet. Though that could change within the blink of an eye...
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 20, 2018 21:42:43 GMT -8
The aggressive stance of the Sith caused two Imperial Knights in the room to reach for their lightsabers, but backed down when the Emperor raised his hand to do so. Nicademus props his arm up and leans his cheek against his knuckles, looking at the Iridonian quietly.
I don't recall me saying you needed my permission to stimulate regional business nor to improve the conditions of your world, Lord Savage. As Grand Moff, and the rightful ruler of Iridonia, you must do what is necessary with the territories under your control. You are their protector and benefactor, whether the worlds are your home or not.
The Imperial seemed completely unphased by the sudden outburst by the Sith Lord. The Emperor then leans forward, clicking the holoscreen off on his desk which was displaying the files beforehand. Unfortunately, they were getting in the way of looking at the Zabrak. Nicademus removes his hand from his cheek, placing it calmly on his armrest as the male leans forward, speaking further.
Furthermore, I do not care if such a deal sullies my image. We must do what is necessary to earn an income and utilize that money for the sake of the betterment of the planets under the banner of the First Order, or in your case, the Blackguard. People are behold to those rulers that care about their welfare, they do not care where the money comes from... yet, such acts breed obedience and loyalty from the population. Which in turn helps with stability and unity within a community, an organization, a nation.
Nicademus then keys up the intel once more, looking at the documents.
If this had been made aware, beforehand, certainly I would have dedicated further resources, manpower, and administration, to aid in this excavation of this resouece, which may have helped in curbing any possible abuses from those who also benefit from this trade. Not to mention expand the economic value and production to maximize profits even further. Which, in turn, would have ensured even more money to be used on the welfare of Iridonia.
His gaze returns to the Zabrak. His own tone similar to betraying no emotion, nothing the professionalism that he been educated in for a long time. A professionalism inherited by the household he grew up in, the roles he played before and now, and from his lessons beforehand.
A situation in which.. everyone wins.
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 20, 2018 22:07:58 GMT -8
Unphased and to the point as always. Normally an irritating quality, now probably the only reason why this meeting has gone on as smoothly as it had. Annoyed, more than anything else, the Zabrak was about to snap back a retort, but caught himself. Nicademus had mentioned the Blackguard. Now, the self proclaimed Emperor was not a fool. And he certainly wasn't an idiot. The formation of the Blackguard and its amassing of resources, planets and followers hadn't gone unnoticed, surely. And the creation of four Imperious Star Destroyers at Bilbringi was certainly inviting investigation, but not once had he made mention of the Blackguard to Nicademus. And while he disliked Petrovsky's new found spine, Petrovsky was no fool either. Mentioning anything that he had been made privy to would have sealed his fate. And if there was one thing Petrovsky cared about more than doing his duty, it was his own skin. At least for the time being. So clearly someone was feeding Nicademus information. Although that was a different matter to settle at a different time. Tuning out what Nicademus was saying, the Zabrak formulated his response. As the Emperor finished speaking, he was about to reply when he paused.*
"Everyone wins."
*Those were the final words spoken. Normally he wouldn't have paid any mind to it, but it was how they were spoken. The subtleties to his tone. Normally the charade would continue. Normally it would involve him manipulating someone to get the information he wanted at a later time. But he grew tired of this game. It wasn't going anywhere except around and around, dragging it out. Eyeing up the Emperor carefully, the Zabrak spoke. All traces of the disciplined, military professional gone from his voice.
"I grow weary of this charade...you are awfully well informed, aren't you? More so than I would have originally expected...wonders never cease when it comes to your little Empire though, do they?"
The facade of being a high ranking official had vanished completely by this time. Standing before the Emperor now was a wolf in sheep's clothing. And this wolf grew hungry. However, he wasn't so hungry enough to outright admit to his undertakings outside of the First Order's jurisdiction. And he would discover what happened to his agent, now that this little farce was over. The time for pretending was over.
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