Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Mar 29, 2016 15:25:56 GMT -8
Remember, I love you and don't ever forget that. No matter what happens, I will always be with you. I will not think of leaving you, ever. |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 29, 2016 17:41:13 GMT -8
A hearty laugh would emit from the Imperial as Illaria made her remark. The emotions and thoughts of what had previously happened forgotten in an instant as if they never happened. The Illaria that he had known and fallen for was back once more, bringing a sense of ease upon his mind and person, allowing Nicademus to relax. Yet the tone of the conversation changed as Illaria hinted at something that was all too familiar to him. Even as their relationship was changing into something new, there was still the base; the lust, the playfulness and so forth. Yet, as they stood here, this event was ultimately changing who they were to each other. As a mineral is transformed, by the crucible of fire, into a refined metal, so was their bond. It was transforming them personally and who they were to each other. However, this transformation still allows for the basic properties and foundation to exist.
Illaria got no reaction from the Imperial as she attempted to nudge him. The command seemingly passing through him as if empty air. Yet as her hands retracted, one of his own shot out and grabbed her arm firmly. His gaze locked upon her icy blue eyes as his fingers trailed up her arm, over her slender shoulder before resting upon her neck. A firm grip would suddenly be felt as his fingers latched onto her skin, his thumb extending moments later to be placed upon her cheek. His free arm wrapped around her waist, pulling the Shapeshifter closer to the Imperial. Slowly he leans down to whisper within her ear, a stern warning, but playful in its intent.
You forget your place, Lady Ren. I am the Supreme Commander, I give the orders here.
His words left a lingering sense of longing as he slowly pulled his head back. A grin would slowly form upon his face as the Imperial's thumb continued to stroke the pale cheek of Illaria. His grip remaining firm, which brought a sense of control, a sense of being in charge.
Perhaps you should be the one who obeys my commands. After all, I hold the rank and right to command anyone.
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Post by Illaria Ren on Mar 29, 2016 20:14:20 GMT -8
It did not pass beneath Illaria’s notice that Nicademus visibly relaxed in her presence now. It appeared he was letting his guard down around her once more and this pleased her to no end. A single eyebrow arched in challenge now as she took note of the fact that he was refusing to play this game by her rules. Her smile faded and lessened in its intensity as she studied him. It was then that he reached out for her and her heart began beating faster as the Imperial dared to first, defy her and second, return fire.
Illaria had a feeling Nicademus thought her resistance would crumble the moment he placed his hands on her – and she very much wanted to give in, but the excitement and anticipation of his reactions to her continued insolence was too good for her just to pass up. She still tries to remain indifferent, but it is incredibly difficult under his commanding gaze and she is forced to meet it. Now that she had locked gazes with him, looking away would surely be a sign of weakness, a sign that she was succumbing to his seduction. The Shapeshifter inhales sharply as he trails his hand up to her neck, lips pursed as a small smile graces her expression. She raises her chin in defiance, cheeks flushing with colour as he firmly grips her neck. As if that were not enough to set her heart racing already – and it had – Nicademus pulling her closer to him, so close that she could feel the warmth of his body through his uniform, was almost enough to make her come undone right on the spot, in front of him. However, she would not give him that satisfaction so easily and resolved to make this more than difficult for him, resisting him every step of the way.
The Imperial is teasing her as he leans down to whisper in her ear, she is certain of it as surely as the wicked waves of lust currently rushing through her body. Her muscles tense in response to the stern warning he whispers in her ear as a shiver travels down her spine, causing her to involuntarily shudder. The tone he took with her was exhilarating in the way that terrifying things sometimes are. “Oh really? I would like to see you try to order me around.” The Shapeshifter countered the Imperial, raising her eyebrows as a smirk ghosted across her lips. “You should know by now that I am never one for obeying commands…” And for the most part, this was true of the Lady Ren. She was far more likely to actually put on a pair of pants than to obey someone’s orders – and that was saying something because she hated pants. However, the only thing she loved about rules and commands was the fact that they informed her what boundaries needed breaking next.
For a brief moment, Illaria forgot herself and leaned into his touch as Nicademus stroked her cheek with his thumb. It was comforting, the way he just allowed her to relax and let her guard down for she would never have to worry about anything in his presence. He represented safety and contentment to her and she was more than happy to oblige his need for control in exchange. But tonight she was not content to allow him this victory, at least not so easily. One thing was certain, the Imperial was lucky she was still too hesitant to even consider using the Force on him again so soon otherwise he might have very well found himself forcibly placed on the couch. “Suit yourself, then.” She counseled in an almost nonchalant tone as she brought her hand up to pry his fingers from her neck, quick to wiggle out of his grip and dart out of range before he could reach for her once more. After she had put a bit of distance between them, Illaria climbed up onto the couch and sat on the back of it. She had a feeling that he would grow rather annoyed with her antics, especially the fact that she had broken several unwritten rules of etiquette by putting her feet on his pristine furniture and sitting somewhere that was not meant for sitting. Once she had made herself comfortable, she slowly raises her inquisitive eyes to steal a glance at him. “However, if you feel that I have forgotten my place, then perhaps you should remind me, Supreme Commander..” She purred, quite clearly teasing him now. At this point, she was playing with fire just as much as he was. Though, pretending indifference, the Lady Ren threaded her fingers in her now sable hair as she went to work unraveling the braids that held it in place, allowing the wavy tendrils to fall to her waist.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 30, 2016 20:24:50 GMT -8
“However, if you feel that I have forgotten my place, then perhaps you should remind me, Supreme Commander..”
His actions were quick as Nicademus moved. His hands moved forward swiftly to grab Illaria. They had enough momentum to grab her waist and hoist her up to a standing position, but it continued from there as one of his hands grabbed her arm, forcing her to twirl around and have her back facing the Imperial. His other hand grabbed the other hand, pulling her into an armlock which was held tightly by his own grip. The Supreme Commander was displaying a rather forceful character as he kept her arms locked and her body in place. Once she was firmly within his grip, his control, Nicademus leaned forward and sternly spoke, in a low and serious tone. While this all was more playful than intended, the Imperial knew how play a role well.You want me to remind you? Here's your reminder, Illaria. You may have the Force, but I have my own kind of force.After the words were said, Nicademus immediately released his vice grip upon her hands and would gently touch her cheek once more as her back remained to him. He would lean forward and kiss her neck lightly. She teased him, so now he had the right to tease her back. It was pay back for making him be a little more aggressive than usual just to prove a point, even if it was all meant to be playful."Why do you ask, Commander?" |
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Post by Illaria Ren on Mar 31, 2016 14:08:15 GMT -8
Illaria had never seen this more aggressive side of Nicademus, but she quickly decided that she loved it. As he pulled her off the couch and restrained her in front of him, she merely smirked, the left corner of her mouth drawing upwards. Had she so desired it, the Shapeshifter knew she could have easily evaded him or even broken out of his grip, but she was content now and had no desire to escape from her lover. The feel of his warm breath on her skin caused a wave of goosebumps to spread across it and the stern tone of his voice sent chills down her spine as he reprimanded her. Of course, though, she found this all rather amusing and quite attractive.
It was as if there were electricity crackling in the air between them, as exhilarating as this was to her. She searched her memory and could not remember ever feeling even the slightest bit like this with any other man. Perhaps, this was what attraction – that burning needy, desire – was supposed to feel like. The Lady Ren opened her mouth as if she were going to return fire with a witty retort, but instead of words coming out, a tiny gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes glazed over for a brief moment as Nicademus’ lips ran across her neck – she was now caught in his trap and clearly, the Imperial had successfully turned the tables upon her. She was not surprised to find that this game of desire was entirely intoxicating. Once more regaining her senses, Illaria finally responds. “You have control because I allow it, Nicademus.” She breathes, not entirely trusting her voice to remain steady as she squirms in his grasp – more out of a sudden urgent yearning for his continued attentions and less due to wanting to escape. “So let us not forget which of the two of us holds the actual power here.” Despite her words, it was certainly not Illaria right now for she was quickly becoming like putty in his hands. “Because I enjoy your spirit unbroken, your will without my influence, and your body absent my control…”
At this point, Illaria absolutely cannot take it anymore and whips around to face him. “..those are the only reasons why I tolerate allowing you the upper hand over me.” Her words said one thing, but the reverent manner with which she reached up and caressed his cheek told of her devotion and love for him. The Shapeshifter’s gaze lingered upon him for the longest time, as if she were memorizing his features such that she may never again have the privilege of glimpsing them. Reaching up with her arms, she tangles them around his neck, standing on the tips of her toes to teasingly brush her lips against his before quickly withdrawing. Flashing a small smile at Nicademus, she runs her hands down his chest, her gaze following her fingers’ progress. “Do you know what I was going to reward you with had you humoured me with your obedience?” She says sweetly as she peers up at him from beneath her eyelashes, her gaze rapidly darkening. Arching her back and grabbing fistfuls of his uniform, the Knight relishes the heated contact of her body with his as she leans forward to press a few kisses to his neck before dragging her lips down to his collarbone. It is then that Illaria begins to sink to her knees in front of the Imperial, trailing her hands down his body as she goes. Looking up at him with her icy blue eyes, she searches his face for a reaction as she nuzzles her cheek against the inside of his thigh. Illaria’s actions surprised even herself, for she had never before been this willing to submit to another’s desires. However, she was only on her knees before him because it was what she desired.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 1, 2016 9:38:21 GMT -8
Everything sort of became a blur from that moment onward. Emotions rose, actions progressed the moment and soon nothing but the bliss of pleasure resonated through the room. The near-death experience encountered by Nicademus was like a bygone thought. The concerns and doubts of Illaria nothing but footnote. The world around them ceased to exist and, within the whole universe, they only felt each other. They only saw each other, a man and a woman who were in love with one another and wanted to show how much they loved each other. Everything was forgotten, their surroundings tossed aside, their thoughts pushed away... nothing would stand between the two.
It moved very fast from the moment Illaria performed the instigating action. The emotions swelled immensely as their bodies contacted one another in a dance of passion. Words were spoken softly, romance flared, lust ran rampant; each movement and action forwarding the progress as it swelled towards it climax. Nothing could be said save a few small phrases and gently spoken names, whispered in each other's ears as the time flew by. They were not disturbed nor interrupted. Illaria and Nicademus had begun pushing their relationship to a whole new level as the raw passion and lust was transformed into something refined, a strong connection that bonded the two together. In this very moment, the first steps were taken down a path once hidden the pair and would open new doors for them in the future to come.
The time went on and on, their discarded clothing left in the main room as the couple settled within the adjourning chambers where Nicademus slept. It felt like seconds later, night had fallen and the complex was quiet around them. The Imperial had spent every ounce of energy, built up for weeks, upon the woman who laid beside him. He gently touched her raven black hair, remembering that it was a different color last time, but to Nicademus, it was still the same woman who he had grown to love. He would gently kiss her cheek, letting Illaria peacefully sleep as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as his own eyes closed, feeling their shared warmth.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Apr 2, 2016 13:25:20 GMT -8
An image would pop up moments later of the First Order's prized warship, the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer. Its specs were laid out before the eyes of ISB's Director; over 2,900 meters long, over 3,000 in turbolasers and ion cannons, two starfighter wings, and the capacity to hold over 8,000 Stormtroopers. There was only one other like it in existence and that was the personal flagship of the Knights of Ren, the first of its kind. A couple more were made and made their presence known at the Battle over Csilla and the subjugation of Bilbringi. They were few in number and the Supreme Commander planned to keep them that way in order to ensure they were an elusive element of the Imperial Navy.This is my offer as a mobile HQ for the ISB, Rebellious, a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer. . "Not what I had in mind, but it definitely surpasses all of my expectations. Powerful, durable, and fear-inspiring. It will serve us well. How soon can we get one constructed?"The Darth was eager, one could possibly say he was slightly excited. A ship of this caliber would make the ISB's job much easier. Not only would they be able to patrol and run surveillance more adequately, but they would also be able to conduct operations without relying on aide from the military. The Bureau was well on it's way to being free functioning, Rebellious' goal was in sight. |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 2, 2016 17:47:11 GMT -8
The Supreme Commander would key up the current orders in at Yaga Minor. A number of vessels were undergoing heavy repairs since the Unknown Region campaigns. There were both Imperial and Chiss vessels that were docked not only at Yaga Minor, but at Bilbringi and Chiss shipyards across the vast territory of the First Order. Nicademus remained quiet as the order was put through for a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer, priority construction.
It will be ready for launch as soon as possible. Yaga Minor shipyards will be getting the order for it and begin transporting resources for its construction. The ISB will have the second Resurgent known in existence, Lord Rebellious. The Bureau will truly have a mobile fortress that you so desired.
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Apr 3, 2016 17:14:13 GMT -8
Illaria’s mind remains unfocused and for the longest time, all she feels is a fierce need to protect, a disembodied affection – a sense of pride resonating deep within her breast. It is then that her vision blurs into focus. It looks like the command bridge of the Resurgence, but no – it is not – it is a different ship. Not the Praetorian, either. Definitely another construct of Imperial prowess, though. All straight lines and dark colours, obsidian tiled floors. It was orderly here and held an air of command.
Then a small child, a boy, came into view – he could be no more than 7 or 8 years of age, Illaria suspected. Looming in the background was Nicademus as he stalked toward a group of officers near the forward viewport. Refined and handsome as ever, it did not pass beneath her notice, however, that this was not the Nicademus of the present. The Supreme Commander she saw here had several years on her lover. Her attention is drawn back to the small boy as he walks hurriedly behind Nicademus, attempting to emulate that marching stride with his little legs, hurrying to try to keep up with the man in front of him. There was something about the child that was incredibly endearing to her, seeing him wearing a uniform almost identical to that of Nicademus. The boy had clearly been taught to shine his regulation boots and the cut of the double-breasted tunic he wore gave width to his skinny little form since he clearly does not fill it out like the older Imperial. It is amusing to watch, as the child almost appears to be puffing his chest out, attempting to mimic the authoritative air of other First Order officers.
As he passes by the other officers in the Supreme Commander’s wake, she can see how they smile to themselves when looking up from their work, the boy wearing a miniature greatcoat swung over his shoulders just like the man he was trailing after. It is then that she notes the child sports the same familiar ginger-coloured mop of hair she was quite used to running her fingers through. As Nicademus finally halts to stand at attention, the small boy catches up and for some reason it delights her to see him attempt to imitate the parade rest stance of the older Imperial.
In a swirl of blackness, the command bridge blurs once more, out of focus, and Illaria’s mind drifts for the briefest of moments. It is not long before she is presented with another scene. This time there is no sign of Nicademus, but as her perspective swings into focus, so too is her attention drawn to Soku and Sohei. It is a training room of some sort, however, one she is not familiar with. Dark walls line the room, decorated with banners bearing the haematic emblem of the First Order. The floor is ringed in obsidian tiles, like those found on Imperial Star Destroyers, with the center of the room lined in padded vermillion mats. She feels a similar sense of pride as she did earlier, but it is tinged by a relentless concern. The apprehension and anxiety is enough to disquiet her, but she is unsure as to its cause. Soku stands stoically in the far corner of the room, observing and staring knowingly as if he sees through all. Sohei stands quietly in the center of the padded mats, pewter-hued lightsaber held at his side, an intense gaze fixed on the object of his attention.
At this point, a young girl dances into frame – likely the same age as the boy from the previous scene. She has a quiet confidence that screams loudly in the way she moves across the floor. This small child bears a similar resemblance to the boy, pale skin and a ginger head of hair. It was not a training lightsaber grasped in her small hands either, it was clearly the more dangerous variant of the weapon. Trivial burns and cuts covered her exposed skin, the blade singing in her hands as she swept and sliced through the air around her – dancing out of reach of imaginary opponents. It is as if she had lost herself in the exertion of such movements – memorised from childhood – keeping a count in her head for each and every step, despite the fact that it was now intuitive to her, much like breathing. She lunged, ducked and weaved, her breathing becoming heavier by the second. It is then that Sohei interjects himself into the young girl’s routine and their blades clash with a brilliant shower of sparks.
Illaria sits up in bed with a start, sweat beading across her forehead. Schooling her body into a state of control, she takes a deep breath as her hand ghosts across her stomach. Shaking the haze of sleep from her vision, she disentangles herself from Nicademus’ still sleeping body and runs a hand through her messy sable hair as she pulls herself out of bed. Grabbing a shimmersilk robe from the wardrobe, she pulls it around her form before slipping out onto the balcony. It was early morning by her best estimate, both moons still sitting high in the onyx sky above. The stars twinkled faintly in the blanket of darkness, outshined by the light of the celadon-hued city of Harnaidan below. A soft breeze rustled her hair as Illaria padded across the cool stone and came to a stop in the center of the balcony. She could not sleep any longer and found that her mind was restless with the contemplation of her visions…or were they merely dreams? Standing stock still akin to the statues that lined the streets below, she closes her eyes and clasps her hands at the small of her back – meditating upon the melody resonating deep within the core of her. Though the Shapeshifter never could fully understand the words, it did not need words to be heard. It was alive within her and singing through her veins.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 3, 2016 19:52:53 GMT -8
Illaria sits up in bed with a start, sweat beading across her forehead. Schooling her body into a state of control, she takes a deep breath as her hand ghosts across her stomach. Shaking the haze of sleep from her vision, she disentangles herself from Nicademus’ still sleeping body and runs a hand through her messy sable hair as she pulls herself out of bed. Grabbing a shimmersilk robe from the wardrobe, she pulls it around her form before slipping out onto the balcony. It was early morning by her best estimate, both moons still sitting high in the onyx sky above. The stars twinkled faintly in the blanket of darkness, outshined by the light of the celadon-hued city of Harnaidan below. A soft breeze rustled her hair as Illaria padded across the cool stone and came to a stop in the center of the balcony. She could not sleep any longer and found that her mind was restless with the contemplation of her visions…or were they merely dreams? Standing stock still akin to the statues that lined the streets below, she closes her eyes and clasps her hands at the small of her back – meditating upon the melody resonating deep within the core of her. Though the Shapeshifter never could fully understand the words, it did not need words to be heard. It was alive within her and singing through her veins.
His footsteps would be heard approaching Illaria across the floor of their bedroom before joining her upon the stone balcony that overlooked a section of Harnaidan. Before them rested a park that had been constructed by the Imperials as part of their restoration and Imperialization of Muunilist. The park was in commemoration to one of the most well-known Imperials that once ruled over this planet, Gilad Pellaeon. A number of statues joined his, which rested at the center of the park; some had important faces while others depicted officers and soldiers, bringing forth a sense of security to the people who paced these motionless marvels of marble and rock. Nicademus approached Illaria from behind and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, allowing his chin to rest upon her shoulder as he remained silent with her for a moment, taking in the view of Harnaidan.I doubt you ever imagined being on a balcony, overlooking such a perfect capital, in the arms of the man who loves you. |
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Post by Illaria Ren on Apr 3, 2016 21:12:12 GMT -8
Illaria first felt Nicademus stir in bed before hearing him approach her. Dropping her hands to her sides, she inhales deeply before slowly exhaling – relaxing as she did so. As he came to a stop behind her, wrapping her in his embrace, she opened her sapphire eyes once more. Leaning back into him, she rested her hands atop his as the warmth of his bare skin spread through her body. The Knight lived for the peaceful moments like the one they now shared for she knew they would be few and far between. This time they spent together was both her salvation and her torment. As he rests his chin upon her shoulder and comments on their current situation, she turns her head slightly and presses a chaste kiss to his cheek. Her soft lips linger against his skin far longer than necessary and it is clear that she is not done with him yet this night. Finally, the Shapeshifter relents and leans back. “No…I cannot say I had ever imagined anything quite like this..” She responds, her voice soft and thoughtful. Regarding him a moment longer, she slowly turns her gaze back to Harnaidan. “Did you?”
It was clear that she was relaxed and at peace. Nights spent with Nicademus tended to have that effect on her, but this was something more. She was refreshed and her mind was untroubled, yet the rapidity of her thoughts grounded her in a place where time never stood still. Tilting her head to look up at the twin moons, the Shapeshifter breaks the silence. “I am sorry if I woke you.” She conceded quietly, her thumb slowly tracing back and forth across his hand. Illaria’s usual mode of hurrying from one thing to the next – the constant need to be in motion and occupy her mind – was suspended. Right now, this was precisely where she wanted to be; all she desired was the feel of his warm skin against hers, to touch him and bask in the sensation of his hands as they left scorching paths in their wake. “I could not sleep anymore and needed some fresh air.” Though she did not need to explain her actions to him, she did anyways. While the Lady Ren had promised him, there would never be any more secrets between them; she was not sure whether she wanted to tell him – or whether she should tell him – what she had seen. Still undecided as to whether what she had seen merely represented her mind attempting to resolve and come to terms with the fact that their relationship would be a childless one or whether it held greater meaning beyond even them – she was uncertain of her ability to explain it in an apt manner. “You haunt even my dreams.” The Shapeshifter suddenly blurts out and it takes approximately two point three seconds for her to realize what she had just said and a further three point seven seconds to realize that she was not going to tell him everything since she did not want to get his hopes up.
The corners of her lips turn up in a small smile as she recalls the contents of what she saw. While such a comment would most likely be inferred as something distressing with the connotation there was toward an individual who haunted another’s dreams, it could also be construed to mean that the Imperial was haunting her in a more primal manner. However, Illaria left it to Nicademus to make up his mind as to what she had meant by such a comment. It was just her and him now. They were frozen in a theatre of war, but there was no war right now. Not here on Muunilinst.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 4, 2016 19:12:31 GMT -8
"Not what I had in mind, but it definitely surpasses all of my expectations. Powerful, durable, and fear-inspiring. It will serve us well. How soon can we get one constructed?" “You haunt even my dreams.” |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 12:41:08 GMT -8
Faelan and Raicheal of Clan Bralor, before we continue. . . Otherwise, please follow me.Without any further word, the officer turns on his heel and walks away with delegation from Mandalore and the Stormtrooper squads escorting them into the Imperial Strategic Command complex and towards the vicinity of the Supreme Commander's office.
Neither Mandalorian speaks during the journey from the landing pads to where they are to meet with the Supreme Commander, and both remain silent upon arriving so that the Imperials can go through whatever security or other protocols they have in place for meetings with their Supreme Commander, which will also allow Faelan to let their leader establish the tone and tenor he wishes to be in place for their meeting. |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 5, 2016 13:01:29 GMT -8
Security for the meeting was transitioned from the officer who had led them from the landing platform to a pair of Imperial Knights, forcer-users who had been a part of the fabric of Imperial society since the Fel dynasty. They were revived by the last of the royal Fels, Cade, and eventually found patronage under the present Supreme Commander. Both red-armored knights would escort the Mandalorians through the visible security of Stormtroopers that were silent and stationary down a hallway into a massive suite. Before them was a large oval office. The heraldry of the First Order hung in four separate areas whilst furniture and other ornaments decorated the room in a very Imperial fashion. At the far end, opposite of where the party had entered, was a lone desk and behind that desk was a massive holoscreen. The holoscreen was depicting a live image of Ravelin, the capital of Bastion, a neighboring world and core of the Imperial Sector.
The desk's chair was occupied by the red-haired male, who was Nicademus Delvardus, wearing a simple Imperial officer's uniform. His gaze was facing downward at a datapad in his hand, as much of the Supreme Commander's time now was focused upon reports of troop redeployments and the repairs of warships from the campaigns within the Unknown Region. After the Mandalorians were brought closer by their Imperial Knight escorts, Nicademus would set down the datapad and look up at Faelan and Raichael.
Take a seat, if you wish, ambassadors of Mandalore. I am Nicademus Delvardus, Supreme Commander of the First Order.
If anyone had paid attention to HNN, this was the same Nicademus who had been Emperor of the more recent reincarnation of the Galactic Empire and the same Imperial who vanished shortly after dissolving the Empire that was once centered around Kuat. From the looks of things, in secrecy, the Imperial had been well-occupied and busy since the Empire was dismantled.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 13:45:57 GMT -8
While surprised to learn that the Supreme Commander of the Imperial forces is none other than the former Emperor, Faelan is self-possessed as many Mando'ade are, and not accustomed to outward displays that might reveal what thoughts or emotions he has or feels behind his stoic expression. Though he would prefer to remain standing, Faelan understands enough of diplomacy and psychology to know that doing so might be interpreted as an attempt to attain a dominant position by either Delvardus or those of his minions present, and as the tensions lingering among the Imperials from the Crusades and the recent mercenary attack upon Muunilinst are likely to already make the meeting one rife with the potential to derail at any moment over any real or imagined slight, he takes a seat after a subtle nod to Raicheal to indicate that she do the same.
Resting his buy'ce on his right knee after sitting, placing his right hand at rest atop his helmet, Faelan begins by saying, "Thank you for agreeing to meet with us, Supreme Commander. We understand that the decision was not welcomed by all among your forces. That opening affords the chance for Faelan to briefly explain, I would like to clarify, should you not in fact already understand, that the attack by Mandalorian mercenaries upon Muunilinst was not authorized or sanctioned by consensus of the Clan leaders, and in no way represents an intent by the Mando'ade to engage the First Order in hostilities. Seeing no need to belabor the point unless Delvardus requires additional clarification or assurance, Faelan moves on, testing the waters by stating, In fact, we have been sent to determine whether or not the First Order would like to avail itself of the expertise and skill of the Mando'ade."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 5, 2016 14:17:11 GMT -8
Resting his buy'ce on his right knee after sitting, placing his right hand at rest atop his helmet, Faelan begins by saying, "Thank you for agreeing to meet with us, Supreme Commander. We understand that the decision was not welcomed by all among your forces. That opening affords the chance for Faelan to briefly explain, I would like to clarify, should you not in fact already understand, that the attack by Mandalorian mercenaries upon Muunilinst was not authorized or sanctioned by consensus of the Clan leaders, and in no way represents an intent by the Mando'ade to engage the First Order in hostilities. Seeing no need to belabor the point unless Delvardus requires additional clarification or assurance, Faelan moves on, testing the waters by stating, In fact, we have been sent to determine whether or not the First Order would like to avail itself of the expertise and skill of the Mando'ade." |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 15:34:41 GMT -8
While some might find insult in Delvardus' characterization of the current state of the Mando'ade, Faelan is not one to balk upon hearing hard truths, and so remains as stoic and calm as he has been throughout the meeting as he answers the question that has been put to him in just as straightforward a manner as it had been asked, for from what he has seen thus far Delvardus is not one for bravado or speeches, but for plainly spoken truths, "Three things we can offer your First Order, Supreme Commander. The Mando'ade that have survived the crusade are seasoned veterans with experience combating Force sensitives such as the Jedi sure to be among the inevitable resistance an Imperial expansion will invite. As you yourself have pointed out, the Mando'ade need to rebuild, and will be fighting for the means to do so, a drive which will I am sure you, who have rebuilt after defeat yourself, understand will make them a force to be reckoned with. Pausing for a moment to select how best to present his third point, which a fool might take as an insult or a threat, Faelan, who believes Delvardus is no fool, ultimately decides to mince no words as he simply states, And to accept our offer would be to deny your enemies the opportunity to add our strength to theirs. In the spirit of openness, I must share something I expect you already suspect, which is that the Clans have sent envoys to the leaders of the Jedi to learn whether they would like to bid on the services of the Mando'ade."
He knows that he could elaborate on what he has said, list reasons why the First Order would prefer to have the Mando'ade with them rather than against them, or perhaps expound on the Mandalorian culture and how all are raised in the ways of war from childhood, but Faelan believes that the Supreme Commander, to have survived all that he has survived, and to have done so with the tenacity and will intact to pursue his visions even after defeat, is not only possessed of a sharp enough wit to have thought of such things without requiring that they be pointed out to him, but to understand that the Mando'ade who have endured the crusades share a similar tenacity and strength of will, and therefore pursue their own visions just as resolutely as he has his own, and if need be, just as ruthlessly.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 5, 2016 16:04:04 GMT -8
The Supreme Commander taps his fingers lightly upon the desk of his office, taking note of the fact that Faelan mentioned that those veterans that remained among their society were seasoned in combating Force-using combatants. Nicademus lightly touches his chin for a moment before glancing at the Imperial Knights that stood behind the two Mandalorians. He nods subtly to the two of them as the knights drew their lightsabers in a quick display, but did not show any threatening signs to Faelan and his companion; rather the weapons were twirled to display a show for the pair present. The Imperial gestures to the red-armored Imperial Knights before gesturing to them to deactivate their lightsabers, which was done without any pause.Seasoned veterans in combating force sensitive combatants you say? I believe I have my own measures in place, Faelan. Both visible and invisible to your eyes. I have the Imperial Knights who are a disciplined group of force-sensitive individuals and more than those present. Have you heard of the Knights of Ren? One of them appeared publicly and bisected the former Chairman of the Banking Clan, proclaiming himself as a "Sword of the Imperial." They, too, are capable Force users and proven in battle, which my eyes have witnessed time and time again.The Imperial leans back into his chair, pondering on the final words presented to him. Another Mandalorian representative was speaking to the Jedi Order? It seems the Jedi have been doing more than just rooting out Sith holdings. Clearly, if the Mandalorians were reaching out to the Jedi, then these chivalrous warriors must be stronger than anticipated. Garqi proved, to a degree, that the Jedi were more organized than before, now this proved even more than Nicademus realized. Faelan still made a good point, which the Imperial was willing to agree with, agreeing to Mandalorian support would give the First Order a new source of manpower, and one that was known for its Supercommandos and shocktroopers.However, I do believe that the Mandalorian people have endured worst ordeals in their lifetime. The Mandalorian Wars proved that when, despite the loss of Manda'lor the Indomitable and Manda'lor the Ultimate, your forefathers survived and thrived. Even when civil war ripped your kin apart, in the years that led up to the Clone Wars, Mandalore endured and so did its people. Time and time again, you have survived many trials and come out stronger. Perhaps adding this potential to my own armies, no matter how small the contribution, will yield good results in the time to come.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 17:44:55 GMT -8
Faelan is more impressed by the fact Delvardus has managed to get a historically Light Side aligned organization like the Imperial Knights to remain loyal to him and his First Order when a more Dark Side oriented group like the Knights of Ren is also welcomed into its ranks than he is by the unnecessary, gaudy lightsaber display the red armored Imperial Knights execute upon command like trained show animals. The command and display seem at odds with the rest of Delvardus' behavior thus far in Faelan's opinion, evidencing a showy lack of subtlety where there is no need for it, but as the display could have been as much to express his confidence in the Imperial Knights for their benefit as to demonstrate their prowess for him and Raicheal, Faelan does not dwell on the matter. While little is known of the Knights of Ren, the aggression and unrestrained, wanton violence of their public execution makes it abundantly clear that they are not likely to be philosophically or ideologically compatible with the Imperial Knights, unless the latter has been so changed by whatever evolution their organization must have undergone to remain loyal to Delvardus despite their original purpose has led them to fundamentally change who they are and what they believe. Outwardly Faelan's expression evidences nothing of his thoughts, however, as he watches the display and listens to the attendant explanation Delvardus offers for bidding the Knights to execute it.
Validating his belief that the Supreme Commander is not ignorant of the history of the Mando'ade, or, at least to some degree, of their culture, Faelan listens patiently as Delvardus next voices his thoughts on what the history of the Mando'ade reveals of their cultural character, pleased that, the dig about how small the Supreme Commander feels the Mando'ade contribution might be aside, they would appear to be reaching the crux of the matter without dancing around it further. "What, then, shall I tell the Clan leaders you will bid to secure our contribution to your efforts, Supreme Commander?"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 5, 2016 18:12:11 GMT -8
"What, then, shall I tell the Clan leaders you will bid to secure our contribution to your efforts, Supreme Commander?" |
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