Graemon Gorgano
New Rebel Alliance
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 26, 2019 20:02:41 GMT -8
With the Coalition proclaimed, Fondorian soldiers were immediately deployed the region of the Kiffu system. Various units were garrisoned for the time while a representative government was formed among the Mandalorian minority and the Kiffu natives. Graemon sent his best specialists to help with the formation of this local government in order for the Kiffu system to be properly represented in the Coalition's Senate.
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Salvor Argon
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Post by Salvor Argon on Nov 26, 2020 6:01:26 GMT -8
Since Kiffu joined the Union of Fondor, and thus the Corellian Coalition, a team of scientists and doctors from across the Coalition had been working hard on researching the potentials for energy spiders to be used for medicinal purposes. Though most famous for their use in narcotics such as glitterstim, the experiments so far had been promising and the research team felt as though they were close to a breakthrough. Chief Minister Konshi of Kiffu had approved a number of large grants to the project in addition to already existing funding from Fondor and Corellia. It was the hopes of the Kiffar Assembly that if the spiders did turn out to have medicinal use it could reinvigorate Kiffu's economy and form the basis of a strong pharmaceutical industry.
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Kaine Australis
The Vegemite Enclave
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Post by Kaine Australis on May 22, 2022 3:24:46 GMT -8
"Vevut. You are to go to the Azurbani system, to Kiffu. The Kiffar Guardians are an old and important ally of Clan Australis. Get to know some of the younger recruits, and foster goodwill between the Kiffar and the Mando'ade." Cerani had sent that transmission to her young protege, Vevut Australis, youngest child of Kaine. He'd done as he was bid, and made his way to Kiffu, linking up with the local Mandalorian commandos. He was young, but he had a combat record, and was the son of the Alor. That was enough to earn him a welcome among older and tougher barves of the Ori'rami'kade. Some of the Mando'ade had good opinions of the Kiffar, some derided them as Jetiise. Vevut made his case. "Sure, they're saberjockeys, but they're not Jetuu." His tone was light, and playful. You couldn't tell Mandalorians what to do, just make sensible suggestions that they wanted to follow. Kaine had drummed that into Vevut time and again, and Cerani agreed, which for Vevut meant it was as good as gospel. Kaine had experience, and Cerani had intelligence. Vevut had the wisdom to listen to experience and intelligence. "You don't think having saberjockey friends that don't hate and fear us might come in useful?" Nods and grunts met that rhetorical question, and there was no further argument. Late that first night, Vevut joined a patrol of eight commandos heading outside the Citadel proper and onto Kiffu's lightning blasted surface, and took with him a large case which everyone assumed was packed with weapons when he told them it was supplies. Armed with intel from Cerani, Vevut knew tomorrow was the graduation ceremony for the latest class of the Kiffar Guardians' Academy, and that the students had a long tradition of one last party out in the wilds. Vevut intended to politely gatecrash the event. Soon enough, the Mando'ade came upon a group of about thirty Kiffar, who didn't seem too pleased to find a group of armed Mandalorians. Some of the youths were smoking or involved in other activities which they tried to conceal as the Mandos came up. Armored in black and green Australis colours more or less like most of the others Vevut led his eight Mandalorians down the ridge and to the gathering, around a large burning tree. "We're all Kiffar Guardians here, Mandalorian. There's nothing here for you." One said. A few of the Mandos, all helmeted, looked at one another. Vevut removed his helmet and showed his face, smiling. He put down the large case he'd been toting all this way. "Are you sure? We came to wish you well on graduation. And, we brought drinks." Opening the case, Vevut showed the Kiffar, and the now very excited Mandos, that it was full of ale, tihaar and Corellian whiskey. The Guardians weren't made of stone, and after a few shared looks and nods, their leader relented. "Welcome, then. Share our fire, and we've got some.. other things." He smiled shyly. All the Mandos turned to one of their number, a young Arcona named Maxi who would try anything and was known for it. Maxi removed his own helm, and wandered up, smiling brightly and rubbing his hands together. Vevut put a hand on his shoulder. "No salt." Maxi shook his head. "Don't want any of that horrible osik, boss." Vevut patted him. "Good man." Arconan weakness for salt was legendary, and it wasn't good for them. Everything else, Vevut had no issue with. And so the Mandalorians and the soon-to-be Kiffar Guardians joined in a celebration and began to build trust and friendship. Vevut rewarded himself with an ale as he sat down to listen to the others swap stories and jokes. |
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Darth Rebellious
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Sept 3, 2022 23:01:13 GMT -8
15 years before current timeline...
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion."
Darth Rebellious thought to himself as the transport descended into Kiffu's atmosphere. Virbations and hollow squeals of metal were heard as lightning storms rocked the vessel in it's downward travel through the planet's clouds. He once had power when he was with the First Order. He had a following and he had control under his umbrella as the leader of the ISB. Planets and governments fell at his will in the name of the Empire and security. However, he had been subservient to another. One he saw as a lesser, but one with a following of his own that the Sith Lord saw no way to topple and take for himself; a weakness in his own comprehension and resolve, he reckoned. He had considered himself a master, yet he had brought order and death to masses that were technically not under his thumb. Although it hadn't been a quiet life, it was one that he had no real control over. He had been stagnant in his postition, complacent under the rule of another.
Stagnance and complacency were the death of the Dark Side and he had dwelt there. Routine meant nothing if you weren't in control of it and power meant nothing if it wasn't absolute. This foresight of matters led him to leave. He needed to truly commune with the Dark Side and retake control of himself, a mission that brought him here; to his birthplace. When he looked out the transparisteel window, he saw as everyone else did; arid plains of dirt and stone, skies of black clouds and lightning. However, he also saw more. Although he barely remembered the world, Rebellious felt he had strong ties to it. If one believed in destiny, he knew this was the place of impasse for his own. Where a great many things had been decided for him long ago, and where more had yet to be revealed. With those things in mind, he knew he needed to be here in this moment.
With the landing gears engaged, the vessel landed with a heavy thunk before extending the boarding ramp for passengers to disembark. Mingling with spacers and vagabonds, Darth Rebellious dressed the part; wearing mere civilian garb of black trousers, a short-sleeved shirt and vest with sturdy boots. Under these clothes, however, the Sith still carried his lightsaber consealed as it had been for the entire trip. The reestblished Kiffu Guardians watched, but secuity was somewhat lax for the incoming visitors. Search and seizure wasn't on the list of their concerns considering the civilians had already went through checks previous to departing from where they had come; a check which the Darth had skillfully mind-tricked his way out of. Moving through the crowd veiled in the mundane, the Sith blended with them as he made his way out of the space port. With a wave, he hailed a hovercab and across the dusty plains he made his way to the settlement he had been born in.
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Darth Rebellious
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Sept 25, 2022 0:52:42 GMT -8
Not far from the Citadel itself and the city sprawled out from it's base, there were clusters of homesteads dotted along the plains. The structures were modest, but practical. Offering enough distance from the bustle of the city for quiet and privacy, but close enough to still have access to the resources that the town provided. Once the rickety vehicle that passed for a hovercab had reached these clustered settlements, Darth Rebellious knocked on the back of the driver's seat to signal a stop, and disembarked as soon as it creaked to a halt. He planted his boots on the firm dirt and took a few steps away as the cab cruised off into the distance with a trail of dust following behind it, back toward the spaceport.
"Hmmm."
The Sith Lord groaned softly as he looked around taking in the scenery of drab colored houses made of alloys and duracrete. Extremely vague familiarity was present in his mind as he scanned the area. Echoes of his own decades old experiences, sights and feelings creeping in the depths of his subconscious, attempting and failing to rise to the surface. It wasn't really all that surprising. He hadn't seen this place since he was a toddler. His ties to his homeworld had been cut too long ago to leave any lasting memories or solid impressions in his brain. In place of true knowledge of where he was going, he would have to rely on his abilities in the Force to show him the way. Rebellious inhaled deeply as he fell into the currents of the Force, concentrating on the faded imagery in his consciousness of the place he once called home and attempting to drag them fully to the surface.
"Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power."
He thought to himself as brief flashes of vision passed through his mind. Focusing his frustration, he grabbed hold of the images one-by-one and willed them slowly but surely to the forefront. Fragmented memories pieced themselves together and coalesced into a tapestry giving him the clarity and recognition to begin to make sense of what he saw. Armed with the knowledge of where he needed to go and how to get there, the Darth proceeded to move forward into the settlement. His pace was brisk on the dirt road as he traversed the path to his query. The veil of night gave him the luxury of clear streets and anonymity from any who may have looked out of the windows of their domiciles at this time, although he doubted anyone would recognize him for who or what he was in any case.
Eventually Rebellious came upon a house slightly set back away from the main cluster. The little vegetation that grew here was overgrown, the exposed metals had given way to rust and the stone of the construct appeared more weathered and dull-colored than the other buildings in the area. The place was unkempt for sure and had likely been abandoned for quite some time. However, even though the outward appearance wasn't exactly how he had saw it through the Force, he knew this was it; the place where his destiny had shifted. He had returned home. Exalted in his triumph, the Dark Lord moved toward the door, observing it and recognizing small gnarled visages of both the star of Clan Vos and the crest of the Jedi Order along the ruinous door frame before reaching out through the Force to unlock and slide open the dilapidated door.
"Through power, I gain victory."
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Darth Rebellious
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Sept 27, 2022 21:23:05 GMT -8
The first few steps into his former home led Darth Rebellious into the house's living room. At first glance, it gave the same impression as the outside; it had been abandoned long ago. Dust clung to the surfaces of the floors and walls giving them a dingy tan color and no furniture adorned the room what so ever. It had apparently been cleared out and left vacant after his mother's murder, the Sith Lord assumed. Even without furniture, he could recall how everything had looked when he was last here, thanks to the memories he had gather from the dregs of his subconscious. However, it didn't matter; he could care less about what it looked like. The only thing that mattered to him was what happened here and what it meant to him. He looked at the floor near where he knew a couch and caf table would have been previously and spotted an area where the dusty color tones were a slightly darker hue in the vague shape of a liquid spill. The Darth clenched his jaw as he glared at the darkened area of flooring.
He knew it to be the remnants of a blood stain, left along with his mother's corpse the night Darth Vector had revealed his deception and spirited a young Rebellious away to Korriban. He had viewed the scene in excruciating detail as a boy, experiencing the murder of Lylith Vel in a psychometric vision. His first experience with the skill he inherited from his famous ancestor, which he often found himself reluctant to use unless absolutely necessary because of it. In this moment, the Darth felt it was absolutely necessary. He needed to experience it again. He needed to feel everything that trauma had caused again. The pain. The sorrow. Most importantly, he needed to feel the rage. He believed his flame in the Dark Side had waned, and that he needed to stoke the fire.
Slowly Darth Rebellious moved to the spot where the body had once lain. He brought himself to his knees on the dusty ground, kneeling in a meditative stance before removing his travel bag to sit it beside him. He rummaged through it, sifting through various articles of clothing, weapons and gadgets to retrieve a lightsaber hilt. The weapon was not of his own making, but that of Darth Vector; the blade that killed his mother. Crafted in the way of the One Sith, the hilt was made of a blackened material that resembled Yuuzhan Vong yorik coral. He examined the craftsmanship of the weapon momentarily before clenching it in his left hand and proceeding to lay his right hand palm down on the stain. With his eyes closed, the Sith Lord focused, calling on the Force to reveal the memories of the location as well as the weapon.
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First Rebellious saw a small child that he recognized as himself floating toys to the astonishment of a fair woman with olive-toned skin, black hair and bore facial markings similar to his own, his mother. The shadow of Darth Vector lingered behind her, the presence cold and dark, although she seemed not to notice. Apparently she hadn’t been Force-sensitive. "Remarkable isn't it?" The near-human man had uttered with the remnants of a smug grin adorning his slightly pink-hued face. The woman held the child's hand and stroked his hair as she smiled down on him, an act meant to comfort and congratulate. He could feel her love and affection as it rippled warm, calming sensations through the ether. The vision faded, blurring right into the next.
He then saw a discussion taking place between the pinkish-skinned humanoid and the Kiffar woman. They talked about the boy's future, the woman wanting to inform the Jedi Order of the boy's budding abilities. She hoped he could one day be a Knight like his father, while Vector urged her to consider other possibilities. "A Jedi? That's a life of servitude," he stated while projecting a look of puzzled concern. "You really want him to be a Jedi? He has so much potential to do other great things. What if he has a greater calling than that? He could be a senator or even the Sheyf." The chat soon ended with an air of uncertainty before the vision fast forwarded to another.
A second conversation was being had, this time much more heated. Darth Rebellious' hand clenched more aggressively around his former master's lightsaber hilt as the vision began to play out much more familiarly. "I'm sending the transmission tomorrow, Olmek!" Lylith had referred to Vector by his given name. "I want Qelvan to be a Jedi!" Darth Rebellious growled at the mention of his own name. "I want him to be a protector" she continued. "Someone who helps people. I want him to do some good in this Galaxy!" Darth Vector's lips curled into a snarl as he glared into the Vel woman's eyes. "You want him to be a slave," he barked. "They would only stifle his potential," he said ad his voice mellowed and his face shifted to a look of disappointment, but under that, Rebellious could feel the Sith's anger gathering. Similarly, he could feel his own anger building, tinged with a sense of dread in anticipation of what was to come. His mother turned to Vector, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone, "I've made up my mind, Olmek. I'll do what's best for him. He's my child, not yours." Vector let out a slight chuckle before he spoke, his malice was palpable. "Not yet." There was a very brief moment of silence that proceeded the killing stroke, broken by the snap-hiss of an electrical discharge. The Sith had produced his blade almost as swiftly as the words slipped out of his mouth. Before she could even produce words of protest, Lylith had a gash cleaved diagonally through her ribs, so fast that the wound didn't even have a chance to fully cauterize. As quickly as the blade carved her, her body had dropped, blood slowly pumping from the injury onto the stone floor. It seemed likely that she was gone before the smell of charred flesh had even worked it's way through her lungs. Again, the vision faded, this time going completely dark and returning Rebellious' consciousness to the present.
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The Dark Lord's eyes remained closed as his emotions sunk to the pit of his stomach. The pain of loss and grief had settled on him accompanied by the sense of loneliness he felt as a child without a mother. A cold, empty sensation that had chilled him like the nights had on Korriban. Eventually the sensation rose to his chest and warmed, giving way to a spark of anger. He held on to this ember just as tightly as he held on to Vector's lightsaber hilt. That anger finally gave way to rage, the ember breathing itself into a wildfire fed by his hatred. The same hate that led him to throttle his former master with his cosmic grip until he was no more than a breathless, broken body. This was it. This was he feeling he was looking for.
Darth Rebellious sat seething in this anger, communing with the Dark Side of the Force as he hadn't in quite some time. In his mind's eye, he had always seen and felt it as a growing storm. Wild and dangerous, ready to roll over everything in its path. Much like Kiffu's electrical storm raging on the physical plane, he could hear thunder in the Force as the darkness grew in magnitude and thrashed within him. Curiously though, he heard something under the violent tones of the storm. Unlike before, he heard a rhythm thumping like a beating heart. The Force had a pulse like a beast of burden, strong and thunderous. He was experiencing something new, a breakthrough. He would have to ponder this new discovery in detail at a later time, for now, he found solace in his rage. Eventually his eyes re-opened, revealing the yellow-orange flame of the Dark Side glowing brighter in them and spoke quietly to himself.
"Through victory, my chains are broken."
With the strength of the Dark Side flowing through him, the Dark Lord clenched his first once more for good measure and shattered the hilt of his former master's lightsaber, allowing the pieces to clatter to the floor. He then stood, gathering the bag he had brought with him, and left the abandoned home. He had work to do. His destiny was his own, and in that moment, he decided he would rule; just as Darth Vector had proposed.
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Darth Rebellious
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Nov 6, 2022 19:45:26 GMT -8
It had been mere days since Darth Rebellious had meditated within his former home, where he forced himself to relive his mother's final moments via a psychometric vision. He once again felt strong in the Dark Side, and once again he felt purpose. For the few days that he had been on the planet he had wandered both the settlements as well as the city at the base of the Citadel, familiarizing himself with the place he would eventually rule, the temperament of the people, as well as learning about the infrastructure of the planet.
He had learned that due to having a small population, very little of Kiffu had actually been developed. Powering the areas that had been developed for habitation and industry had been done by harnessing the electricity generated by the frequent lighting storms, themselves a byproduct of the strange orbits of both Kiffu and it's sister planet Kiffex coming into close proximity, through sophisticated lightning rods that could store vast amounts of power for distribution. The economy of Kiffu primarily revolved around mining glitterstim spice which was made possible at some when cartels supposedly smuggled energy spiders to the planet and set up shop in the cavern systems, only to be caught and their operation hijacked by the Kiffu Guardians and put to legal use before their initial collapse. There were also rumors that Kiffex had the potential to become a agricultural world that could rival Agamar and Dantooine in their crop yields, however if it were true, this resource had yet to be tapped. The Dark Lord saw other potential for gain to be had, but they would have to be explored at a later date.
The Kiffu Guardians themselves were something that Rebellious had known a bit about prior. He had known that the past iteration was a police force that used their psychometric abilities to investigate and solve crimes. They were fairly isolationist with their jurisdiction and area of patrol being limited to the Kiffu sector and they kept a prison complex in operation on Kiffex. In his new research, the Sith had found that the current iteration had broken slightly from their previous mold. Instead of resuming their original policing tradition, they had initially reestablished themselves as an isolated Force-sect with ideological leanings similar to the Jedi, favoring peace and diplomacy to maintain order. However due to the aid and influence of the Mandalorians during their occupation of the world, they had integrated some militaristic rigidity to their organizational structure. Most recently because of a growing demand of their services outside of the Kiffu Sector and a push to swell the numbers to accommodate the needs, the more traditional policing ideology and tactics seemed to be having a resurgence among the ranks; something that the Sith Lord had intended to take advantage of.
On this day the Dark Lord mingled in the marketplace, the primary trade hub of the city, where people came and went in search of anything ranging from consumables and equipment to valuable machinery and parts. Continuing to disguise himself in the mundane, he wore simple clothing consisting of a short-sleeved shirt, a vest, trousers and boots along with his a travel pack that held his belongings. He moved through the crowds blending perfectly with them, camouflaged by normalcy as he looked from stall to stall in search of one of the Kiffu Gaurdians' recruiters that were bound to be there. With the goal of ruling as Sheyf, Darth Rebellious knew he would need to join their ranks. From there he would uses the most potent weapon of the dark side, cunning, to twist them to his aims from the inside. It would take time, but patience was a tool he had come to know and use well.
Upon seeing one of the recruiters, he walked toward him inconspicuously. A tanned male with medium-length, dark, locked hair and sporting red Quukuf facial tattoos on his forehead and chin, he looked to be roughly the same age as the Darth himself. With eyes moving from one area to the next, it was obvious to anyone paying attention he was scanning the crowd for potential initiates. Once his eyes landed on Rebellious, he perked up slightly and waved him over. It wasn't surprising, the Sith had the physique of a fighter, a trait that any pseudo-military would be hard-pressed to look for within a civilian population that they were trying to conscript from. It worked in the Dark Lord's favor for his current purposes. As he approached the recruiter spoke jokingly.
"If you don't mind me saying, pal, you look like you can beat the scales off a Barabel."
With a slight chuckle, the Dark Lord replied.
"A life of soldiering will do that to you."
The recruiter nodded his head in agreement. A slight grin of satisfaction indicated that was what he wanted to hear.
"So you have practical experience? The Guardians could use someone like you. Most of the new recruits have been young and green. Eager, but barely competent with a blaster. They're definitely gonna need some wisdom and guidance. You given any thought to joining up?"
"Not particularly. I just got out of one uniform, dunno if I want to put on another."
The Darth replied with a shrug. Of course it was a lie, but one he had no problem selling. He had to play the part of a disgruntled former soldier, a persona he concocted to hide his true nature. A slight frown of concern and possible disapproval formed on the recruiter's face before softening to show empathy.
"I know what you mean. I was a Republic grunt before they dissolved. When I came home, I didn't know what I wanted to do. After fighting for the majority of my adult life, normal days ahead sounded good."
The Guardian folded his arms and looked a bit more serious and matter-of-fact as he continued.
"It wasn't until I started trying to live as a normal person that I realized, I wasn't necessarily equipped for it. I had become accustomed to being a soldier. I needed duty and structure."
The recruiter reached into his pocket and tossed it up and down for a moment before flicking it to Rebellious who caught it with an open palm. The Darth appraised it for a moment, noticing that it was stamped with the star of the Kiffu Guardians and Clan Vos. He eyed it for a moment longer before looking up and the recruiter started speaking again.
"Think it over, pal. If you decide to give the Guardians a shot, take that token to the Citadel and you'll be evaluated."
Darth Rebellious nodded to the man, and continued on his way. The first step had been taken.
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