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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 6:09:29 GMT -8
Torin Bralor watches from the forward viewport of the Ragnhailt as, unable to withstand the combined might of the Mando'ade and First Order's fleets, the orbital defensive fleet of Agamar is completely and utterly eradicated. A trio of defending ships, either so unmanned by the destruction visited upon their comrades that they surrender to cowardice and attempt to flee or possibly in some doomed effort to escape in order to summon aid, manages to nearly make good on an attempt to move away from Agamar's gravity well in order to jump to hyperspace, but Torin orders ships from the smaller force that had maneuvered behind the Agamar fleet to intercept them, and soon watches the blips representing the last of the Agamar defending vessels wink from his tactical display.
Ordering several of his ships to form up into small units and begin patrols, Torin, after getting a sit-rep from his clansman, Faelan, who commands the Mando'ade ground forces, has his helmsman bring the Ragnhailt into a lower orbital position from which he will be able to support the troops on the ground by utilizing his weapons to direct fire towards those few specific targets still capable of mounting resistance.
Upon receiving reports that the capital city has successfully been taken, Torin orders the hangar crew to begin preparing his landing transport so that all is in readiness when he receives word from Delvardus that the moment for them to meet on the ground once the battle for Agamar has reached its inevitable conclusion has arrived.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Jul 20, 2016 8:41:25 GMT -8
* The Imperial shuttles clears the planets atmosphere as it enters open space. The shuttle makes it to almost high orbit above the planet when a Large black ship begins to come into view. Thrakk orders the pilot to take them to the ship. As they get closer, Thrakk looks upon the new Resurgent class star destroyer that had just been finished being built on yaga minor. His ship...their ship had finally arrived.
Thrakk turns and motions for Zuka to come look out the main viewport *
"I hope you and your men can handle her...Because this is your new command ship, Admiral "
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jul 20, 2016 8:56:24 GMT -8
Zuka followed Thraak and peered out upon the most advanced, most stunning vessel he had ever seen... even more impressive than the Executor-Class of Star Destroyers. The force within Zuka brought visions, to most these visions would be horrific as they showed destruction and war. Zuka almost allowed himself to be consumed over the visions... until Thraak addressed Zuka as an admiral. Zuka looked at Thraak with a single raised eyebrow...
Admiral? You'll forgive me if I hold off on the celebrations. I have however, thought about the partnership you had mentioned earlier and our experience on Agamar has been limited and I am still skeptical... But as long as the Supreme Commander is fine with it... then I will go along with it... Do we have a name for this new vessel?
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Jul 20, 2016 14:19:51 GMT -8
* As the shuttle lands within the main hangar of the Resurgent class star destroyer, Thrakk raises an eyebrow at Zuka then walks down the loading ramp.*
"Your skepticism is noted Zuka but do not let it keep you from choosing your path. I choose who works with me, and will grant the rank i believe is befitting to that person. If the Supreme Commander has an Issue with this then I will take the responsibility for it. When I report to Nicademus, I will inform him of the battlefield promotion."
* Thrakk enter a turbolift and after a few minutes of walking the corridors of the great ship then end up on the bridge. The Imperial naval personnel there all stand and salute. Thrakk waves them off and they quickly get back to work. The Imperial Hand stands at the center of the bridge and speaks to Zuka *
"Upon building completion she was branded Infernums Fury...as an ode to my Infernum Militis. That will remain her classification code within the First Order's Naval codex but her name is still be bestowed upon her. "
* Thrakk looks on At Agamar and then back to Zuka *
"This shall be a view we shall become most accustomed, for the ship shall sit in the orbit of a hundred different worlds as we bring them to their knees in the name of The First Order. Join me in this journey Zuka, and we shall become a terror thought about in all corners of the galaxy. "
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Jul 20, 2016 17:37:31 GMT -8
Blackwall stood on the bridge, watching and observing, as the joint Fleet of First Order and Mandalorian ships engaged the meager defenses of this world.
Not a very impressive display of power, on the part of the Agamarians. It was more of a display of desperation and stagnation. Despite still being in its infancy, the First Order had quickly established itself as a force to be reckoned with. Not many within the known universe were capable of standing toe to toe with the full might of the First Order. It was nothing in comparison to the Galactic Empire at its height, however. But to get to that point, it took time, energy and materials. All of which Supreme Commander Delvardus was heavily investing into the First Order.
Blackwall turned to General Delvardus, who was currently receiving updates from the fleet.
"General. I've received word that my team is prepped and ready to engage in surface activities. Once we are given the green light, I would like your permission to take my leave from the bridge and join them for the fight on the surface."
Blackwall waited for the General to relieve him of his post before he would leave the bridge. After all, this was a military vessel, and military protocol had to be followed strictly.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 20, 2016 19:45:07 GMT -8
The General, dressed in his Imperial uniform for battle, turns to Captain Blackwall, nodding to the Stormtrooper.
There hasn't been much fighting so far, Blackwall, but there are bound to be die-hard units surrounding the capital. Prepare your troops to join mine as we secure the western flank of the city. Reports indicate that is where the heaviest presence of planetary forces lies.
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Jul 20, 2016 20:52:18 GMT -8
Blackwall listened as the General addressed him. Once finished speaking, Blackwall snapped smartly into a crisp salute to his superior.
"Understood, sir!"
Blackwall waited until the General returned his salute, then quickly departed the bridge. Once on the lift that would take him down to the hangar bay where his team was currently located, he placed his helmet over his head. It sealed with the rest of his suit with a soft hiss-click. The HUD winked to life. Blackwall then opened a private comm channel with his team.
"Sitrep."
Helo's gruff voice rang through.
The Bucket is prepped and ready to go. Just waiting on the green light.
Blackwall absent mindedly nodded in acknowledgement. A force of habit now more than anything.
"Understood. Be there in five."
And with that, Blackwall closed the link. The time for doubts was over. Now it was time to show the Agamarians what the First Order was truly made of, and prove to the Mandalorians that they were worthy allies.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jul 21, 2016 8:36:57 GMT -8
Before Thrakk and Zuka left the shuttle for the bridge of their new ship, Zuka transmitted a holo transmission during their flight from the surface to Supreme Commander Delvardus. In the conversation Zuka learned that he was officially made Admiral of the Imperial Navy and High Commander to the First Order. After unloading in the Resurgent's hangar bay Zuka did not have the opportunity to share the news with Thrakk seeing as so much was going on.
Once on the bridge and after listening to Thrakk, Zuka released a slight grin at the thought of commanding a vast imperial fleet once more. Perhaps partnering up with the Imperial Hand wasn't such a poor choice, Thrakk demonstrated the same qualities Zuka had... a drive to accomplish set goals at nearly any cost, chains of command were unimportant in regards to lesser officers. With the support of the Imperial Hand Zuka would have more political support within the order if needed.
Well... it is official... I have been made Admiral of the Imperial Navy and High Commander to the First Order. Looking to the captain of the vessel. Captain, note in the ships logs that as of this moment, I... Zuka Zammanee Tarkin as Admiral of the Imperial Navy and High Commander to the First Order assume command of this vessel. All omega level command authority is to be transferred to myself and Lord Valinor, Imperial Hand of the First Order.
Returning his attention to Thrakk... Yes, with our combined strength the First Order's enemies will fall... As for the name of this vessel? I like Infernums Fury and with its registry already encoded there is no need to have it changed.
Zuka made his way to the very front of the bridge and peered outward. Without looking to Thrakk he continued...
So how are we to do this? You command the ground forces and I assume command of the naval? If so, I'll need to review our assets. Currently, I command 5,000 Commandos with 35 Shadow Guards as my personal security detail... most used for my personal operations that I do not wish to use my larger force for. I will relinquish my command to you...
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Jul 21, 2016 9:56:03 GMT -8
Blackwall emerged from the lift and marched into the hangar bay where the AAL, known as the Bucket, assigned to his team sat. Helo stood fully armored at the foot of the ramp. With a brief nod, he fell into step along side Blackwall as he strode up into the AAL.
"Everyone's locked and loaded, sir. Just waiting on Jophrey to button us up and take us down."
Blackwall nodded in acknowledgement. He then tapped the side of his helmet. An unnecessary movement, but hold habits died hard. He opened a channel with Maser Flight Sergeant Jophrey Towes, the pilot of their AAL.
"Seal the hatch and inform the bridge that we are leading the ground assault team. We'll pave the way for the General's troops as well as the Mandalorians. Show 'em just what the frack we are actually made of."
Jophrey replied, with his usual drawl.
Sure thing, Boss.
Rapidly switching channels, Towes opened a secure channel with the bridge.
AAL Three-Two-Eight Heavy is ready for launch. We are showing green across the board. Acknowledge.
There was a burst of static, then the bridge replied.
Roger Three-Two-Eight Heavy. You are cleared for launch. Good hunting down there, Castle.
Jophrey flicked several toggles and gripped the controls, raising the AAL off the deck, and maneuvering it out into the vacuum of space.
Much obliged Control. We'll see you on the other side.
And with that, the Bucket cleared the ship and angled down towards the planet.
The Bucket was one of the few AAL's within the First Order to have specialized clearance. Only Blackwall and the members of Fireteam Castle and the pilot were on board the ship. An oddity to be sure, but the vacant space within the AAL's trooper bay was taken up with crates of equipment. Castle was usually the first Fireteam on the ground. And with such a responsibility came the need to carry specialized equipment for setting up a beachhead and ensuring it stayed secured for the rest of the ground teams. And this trip down to Agamar's surface was no different. Loaded with two auto EWeb(15) Heavy Repeating Blasters and an array of field comm equipment, Fireteam Castle would set up a fire base on the surface and clear an LZ for the rest of the Mandalorian and First Order Forces.
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Post by Fireteam Castle [Retired] on Jul 21, 2016 14:06:18 GMT -8
The AAL began entering the uppermost reaches of Agamar's atmosphere as it continued its journey to the surface. Sitting near the rear of the trooper bay, Sergeant Ferguson, otherwise known by his callsign as Jester spoke up.
"So, what do we know about the terrain?"
Without missing a beat, Corporal Jericho Von Doellen, Orion, spoke up. He was the team's slicer and tech analyst.
"Agamar is a terrestrial world. Forests, oceans and a metric butt load of farm land. Not much of value and considered to be the ass end of nowhere by the rest of the galaxy." explained Orion as he consulted a datapad.
Jester snorted.
"Hnh. The Boss always takes us out to such lovely locales, doesn't he?"
There was a collective chuckle from the rest of the team. Blackwall merely stood near the loading ramp.
Usually above such things, he actually made a quip back.
"You whinge about where I take you, you pay for the drinks. First round's on Jester back a Gideon's."
If he hadn't been wearing a helmet, Jester's face was split into a wide grin.
"You keep bringing us to these backwater shit-holes and I'll end up owning Gideon's, Boss."
Orion piped up at this comment.
"Flip, you wouldn't have time to own Gideon's. You spend all your spare time sleeping, drinking and banging women."
Without hesitation, Jester was already snapping back.
"Hey, at least I can get a piece of tail. It's not like you, where as all you do is bury your face in those tech manuals...-"
Orion cut in.
"When your rifle overheats or shits the bed, you'll thank me for always reading the tech manuals."
Jester picked up where he left off once Orion finished speaking.
"And I don't fantasize about giving the Commissar the ol' one-two like my good buddy Reaper does, right Reaps?"
Jester chuckled and elbowed Reaper in the ribs, though when wearing armor all it it was click nosily. Reaper's quiet voice rang out.
"I'd rather fantasize about the First Commissar than sleep with some of the schutta's you've decided to poke."
From his seated position next to where Blackwall stood, Helo finally piped up.
"He's got a good point, Flip. You've stuck it in some very questionable places. Might wanna get yourself checked out when we get back to ISC. Unless you want it falling off in your sleep."
And then Master Flight Sergeant Towes' voice crackled over the cabin speaker.
Alright ladies, we've got some hostile activity at our designated LZ. Nose-gun is spun up and hot. Reaper, I could certainly use your eyes up here. Boss, get set for a hot insertion. ETA, sixty seconds.
Blackwall nodded to Reaper, who rose from his seat and went to the cockpit to take over gunning for Towes.
"You heard the man! Shut your traps and get set for a combat drop. I want this LZ secured and set up for Wings to circle back and begin setting up our beachhead, am I clear?"
A solid "Sir, yes sir!" rang out from the team.
Blackwall and his team checked over their gear and prepared for the AAL to set down.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Jul 21, 2016 20:20:28 GMT -8
Before Thrakk and Zuka left the shuttle for the bridge of their new ship, Zuka transmitted a holo transmission during their flight from the surface to Supreme Commander Delvardus. In the conversation Zuka learned that he was officially made Admiral of the Imperial Navy and High Commander to the First Order. After unloading in the Resurgent's hangar bay Zuka did not have the opportunity to share the news with Thrakk seeing as so much was going on.
Once on the bridge and after listening to Thrakk, Zuka released a slight grin at the thought of commanding a vast imperial fleet once more. Perhaps partnering up with the Imperial Hand wasn't such a poor choice, Thrakk demonstrated the same qualities Zuka had... a drive to accomplish set goals at nearly any cost, chains of command were unimportant in regards to lesser officers. With the support of the Imperial Hand Zuka would have more political support within the order if needed.Well... it is official... I have been made Admiral of the Imperial Navy and High Commander to the First Order. Looking to the captain of the vessel. Captain, note in the ships logs that as of this moment, I... Zuka Zammanee Tarkin as Admiral of the Imperial Navy and High Commander to the First Order assume command of this vessel. All omega level command authority is to be transferred to myself and Lord Valinor, Imperial Hand of the First Order.
Returning his attention to Thrakk... Yes, with our combined strength the First Order's enemies will fall... As for the name of this vessel? I like Infernums Fury and with its registry already encoded there is no need to have it changed.Zuka made his way to the very front of the bridge and peered outward. Without looking to Thrakk he continued...So how are we to do this? You command the ground forces and I assume command of the naval? If so, I'll need to review our assets. Currently, I command 5,000 Commandos with 35 Shadow Guards as my personal security detail... most used for my personal operations that I do not wish to use my larger force for. I will relinquish my command to you... *Thrakk walks up and stands next to Zuka *" With the ship we have two squadrons of TIE/FO fighters and eight TIE/troop transports. Each transport can carry 100 men at a time. My Infernum Milits is a thousand strong but you will see for yourself they are unlike any other soldier in the galaxy. You can utilize the transports for your troops, mine will be in orbital drop pods for their assaults. As for command I would like you to oversee all the forces. I will most likely need to be focusing on the mission and will not have time to coordinate troops except for those that may be directly with me. "
*Thrakk continues to look out the main viewport*
" My only ultimatum is this...What I do for the First Order is not pleasant nor is it to be on record. I will not tolerate any interference when it comes to what I am instructed to do By the Supreme Commander. "
* Thrakk turns to Zuka *
" When it comes to your duties to the First Order I will aid in you in any way I can, but I want you to remember one thing Admiral, I do not follow nor abide by the rules set forth by the First Order. Unless it directly hurts the mission or the safety of our troops I expect my orders to be followed"
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jul 22, 2016 12:46:50 GMT -8
Zuka was now absolutely sure that his new partnership with Lord Valinor would be a wise one. He would have no idea how exactly Zuka was in line with what he told him. Zuka released a slight grin...
Lord Valinor, with my promotion you and I are equals unless told otherwise, but for the record If places in a situation where I was to answer to you... I would have no issue with it. You and I are more alike than I expected...perhaps you are a distant relative of mine? Zuka released a laugh. I should report in with Commander Remus, I sensed a silencing of thousands of voices not too long ago. Thank you Lord Valinor for reaching out to me.
With that Zuka gave a nod and walked over to the senior tactical officer and called over a communications officer.
Situation report. The tactical officer taps the console and brings up the data.
=Tactical Officer= Sir, the Tarkin has completely leveled the Agamarian Council Center. Comm chatter indicates that it was intentional...Zuka interrupts. Of course it was! Continue... Looking to Thrakk You may want to hear this... The Mandalorians and General Delvardus won't be excited about this...The officer continues.
=Tactical Officer= Comm chatter suggests that your forces were being overwhelmed and were directed to withdraw to the spaceport. Once withdrawn the council center was bombarded...civilian casualties are climbing. It's believed that word of the council's execution caused the protests and riots.
Zuka added...
Hmm, harsh...but effective. Go on.
=Tactical Officer= First Order forces have arrived in Calna Muun and the Tarkin has moved position to assist ground forces.
Zuka gripped the officers shoulder and squeezed slightly in a show of approval.
Thank you, continue to monitor the situation.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Jul 22, 2016 20:16:01 GMT -8
* Thrakk turns and heads towards the exit doors of the bridge*
" I trust you can handle things from here Admiral...I shall be in my chambers if you need me"
* Thrakk exits the bridge and after a short walk and enters a turbolift that takes him down deep within the center of the ship. As he exits the lift, he walks down a few corridors before finally coming to the blast doors that served ad the entrance to his restricted chambers. The doors close behind him as Thrakk walks inside. Immediate from the shadows four black robed figures come from the shadows. His Death Guard was ready and waiting as always. Thrakk nods to them and like ghosts they disappear back into the shadows. The Imperial Hand walks to the center of the room and sits down in a large throne like chair. The ceiling opens up and soon Thrakk is encapsulated in a sphere made of phrik alloy. Inside the sphere all distractions are cut away leaving Thrakk to close his eyes and enter a state of meditation. *
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Aug 2, 2016 7:28:26 GMT -8
Zuka made his way to the elevated command chair on the bridge. As he sat down he removed a data pad from his suit and began syncing the device with the ship's network. This would allow him to oversee exactly what was happening, mostly to oversee Commander Remus and the Tarkin. As he reviewed the current situation about the air base and reviewing Remus' tactics in the matter, Zuka approved the tactics used.
Suddenly, Zuka is approached by a young bridge officer.
=Officer= Admiral, we have detected a large convoy of transport ships launching from the surface. They are being escorted by a large number of Z-95 Headhunters.
Zuka taped on his datapad and retrieved the sensor analysis...
Refugees...
Zuka rose from his seat and turned to the helmsman.
Helm, plot an intercept course, maximum power to sub light engines. None shall escape us this day.
With the order given, the massive Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer accelerates to intercept the convoy of refugees. It is clear the convoy knew it could not leave undetected, but was relying upon its escort of star fighters to move past the Imperial fleet. The Resurgent intercepted the convoy just as they were escaping orbit and maneuvered itself to follow at a distance along the enemies port side.
Zuka, with his data pad in hand looked to the tactical stations.
Jam their communications and destroy their lead transport! I want auto turrets and ventrical cannons targeting the star fighters. Engage!
A deadly salvo of turbo laser fire is launched upon the lead transport. The defenseless transport is shredded before the vessel explodes. The headhunter escorts begin attacking the Resurgent SD with little effect. Between the ventral cannons and the auto turrets, the star fighters one by one explode into oblivion. The Resurgent then opens up the ion cannons upon the remaining transports that are now dispersing in hopes of at least one ship being able to escape. In a matter of minutes all of the Z-95 Headhunters were destroyed, it is clear that their pilots were not well trained and it is most likely that most or all of the veteran pilots were killed in the opening engagements above the planet. As the the ion cannons began targeting and disabling the group of transports a single transport is seen deploying its contingent of escape pods. This same transport changes its course and begins an intercept course for the Resurgent SD's main bridge. From the bridge Zuka identifies their intentions immediately...
Tractor that transport and hold it at maximum safe distance! Their engines are critical...
Sure enough, the transport was indeed on a suicide run in hopes of allowing the last remaining transports access to open space. After the incident, the last remaining transport was disabled just as its hyperdrive was about to engage. Zuka walked from his chair and approached the main viewport and assessed the scene before him. In total, twenty GR-75 Transport ships and forty Z-95 Headhunter star fighters were either disabled or destroyed. Zuka turns to the communications station...
Alert General Delvardus' flagship of the situation.
Zuka then returns to his seat and reviews other matters.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Aug 2, 2016 11:28:06 GMT -8
* Thrakks eyes open as he can sense the his ship moving through space and the open fire. As soon as his meditation chamber opens the firing stops. What ever Tarkin was shooting at was either destroyed or long gone. Donning his outer coat and strapping his lightsaber belt onto his waist, Thrakk stretches before exiting his private chambers. Just as he is about to leave he speaks into the shadows to his agents that he knew where lurking in the dark. *
" Nothing is to happen on this ship that i do not know about, though we have made a new ally, our partnership is still young. I want all safe guards taken "
* Thrakk exits his chambers and after a 30 minute trip he walks onto to the bridge. Looking around he spots Zuka sitting in the command chair at the center of the bridge looking down at his data pad. Outside the main view port Thrakk could see what was left of the quick engagement. Nothing. Glad that his ship performed so well, Thrakk new that their first test was over and that it was time to make the bigger moves. Thrakk walks up to Zuka *
"There better be not a scratch on her Zuka....its a new paint job "
* Thrakk takes a few steps forward then stops and looks back at Zuka *
" We are done here, there are other matters that require our attention. Set a course for Muunilist, I need to speak with Supreme Commander while you resupply the ship. "
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Aug 3, 2016 10:56:33 GMT -8
Zuka rose out of respect to Thrakk.
As you wish...
Before Lord Valinor made it to the bridge Zuka had been reviewing an idea relating to Taris. Since his cousin, Lord Raven's death, Taris was independently governed. Zuka felt their operations in this region could benefit the addition of Taris within their order. After telling the Captain to withdraw the Tarkin and to prepare for the fleet's departure to Muunilist, Zuka returned to Lord Valinor to share his thoughts.
Lord Valinor, I will need to report to the Supreme Commander as well... unless I could convince you of my idea. Long ago, my cousin Lord Raven established and ruled what was known then as the Tarisian Empire. Our family was involved heavily in the empire's administration and expansion. It was based upon imperialism and Sith sorcery, shortly after I left known space my cousin was assassinated by his own generals and the remaining members died off leaving Lord Ulric and I the last remaining Tarkins... myself being the senior member and patriarch. As Zuka continued he folded his hands behind his lower back and paced around Lord Valinor. With the Supreme Commander pushing for expansion in this region of the galaxy, I believe together you and I can... convince the Tarisian government to join the First Order. The Supreme Commander will be hesitant to sanction another military campaign with Dantooine and Agamar still continuing... So, we will convince him that we can have Taris join the First Order willingly with minimum casualties traced back to the order. It will reinforce a narrative that the First Order is a refuge of superior protection and stability in the sector and we can welcome worlds into our order without force. Once Taris is with us... you and I can utilize the world as our new base of operations for the order. If he asks for details... just assure him that no major military assets will be required and he should trust his Hand and Admiral. Zuka stopped and turned to Thrakk. What are your thoughts?
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Aug 3, 2016 15:26:42 GMT -8
* Thrakk takes a moment and thinks about the proposition. The thoughts of expansions have been on his mind for some time, and taking Taris would be a great addition to the First order and also act as a spearhead into the rest of the region.*
" I agree that Taris would make a good addition to the First order, When we arrive on Muunilist I shall bring this up to the Supreme Commander during our meeting."
*Thrakk pauses as he looks Zuka in the eyes *
" Do not let yourself get carried away Zuka, if the Supreme Commander at anytime thinks you may become more of threat then an asset...then you know what I will have to do "
* Thrakk turns and walks over to the main view port *
" All personnel off the bridge now "
* Thrakk watches as the naval officers and workers get up and leave the bridge. Once the bridge was empty Thrakk looks back at Zuka *
" Zuka, that was not meant as threat...but we still do not know who can be trusted on this ship and I cannot have my title as Imperial Hand compromised. Plan accordingly to take Taris via whatever means necessary. Once we have control of the planet we shall immediately begin work on an aggressive expansion campaign further into the system. Those that do submit willingly will then be met with the total war initiative and watch as ever fabric of their society is burned to ash. "
* Thrakk turns and walks back up to Zuka*
" Once the Order of the hand is complete and our power is solidified in the First order we s will make our move "
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Aug 3, 2016 17:43:47 GMT -8
Zuka couldn't help but have a puzzled look upon his face. Thrakk words sounded like a threat, and what did he mean "don't get carried away"? If anyone was being carried off it was Thrakk. Zuka glared at Thrakk and delivered a stern reminder...
Listen and listen well, YOU came to me. It was YOU who wanted to collaborate. You may be the Imperial Hand and operate outside of the traditional chain of command, but that does not give you the authority to threaten, bully or interfere with other officers orders... especially officers carrying out the orders of the Supreme Commander. As of right now, Supreme Commander Delvardus has deemed me a valuable asset, an asset worthy of promoting and rewarding. If the Supreme Commander deems me a threat and sends his prestigious Imperial Hand... I will have no problem dealing with you and abandoning you on yet another world! I did it once, I can do it again.
Zuka's voice remained calm and calculated during the delivery, but oddly enough at the climax the bridge consoles and lighting began to flicker stressing the intensity of his message. Although Thrakk told Zuka he was not threatening him, he was not so subtly indicating that he would take Zuka out if ordered to. Seeing that Zuka has done nothing to make the Supreme Commander think otherwise Zuka does not take threats or unnecessary bravado well. Zuka would never speak this way in front of the crew, with the bridge crew gone...Thrakk did this to himself.
Do not lecture me on total war. My family drafted and initiated the Tarkin Doctrine. I have every intention of using this doctrine where it applies. The doctrine does not apply to Taris, Taris knows my family. Tarkins protected and grew Taris into a military and economic force they had never before experienced. When I am done with the Tarisian Senate, they will think joining the First Order peacefully was their idea.
Zuka turns to look out at open space. He notes that his ship the Tarkin has successfully withdrawn and has positioned itself near the Resurgent Star Destroyer.
The supreme commander was disappointed that I executed the Agamarian Council... this tells me that he isn't in favor of total war... not yet at least. Looking back to Thrakk... A military campaign requires resources, resources that our supreme leader is hesitant to spend. If we take Taris without a major military operation it will only add value to ourselves... Lord Valinor, look at this as a new challenge. The First Order is young and we cannot risk unifying our enemies before we are prepared to directly confront them. If we were to ravage and make war with too many systems we risk drawing unwanted attention to ourselves. I will make Taris join the First Order willingly, I will make them declare publicly that we are their saviors and they will not be wrong.... Now explain to me exactly how I am carrying myself away?
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Aug 3, 2016 21:06:30 GMT -8
* Thrakk can feel his anger begin to rise within him, he knew he had chosen his words poorly. But lately he felt clouded, shooting from the hip instead taking a step back and looking at things logically. The curse was beginning to take a stronger hold over him, for now matter how many he killed it did quench his insatiable thirst for bloodshed. His need for battle and death was beginning to drive him mad, not only preventing him from making the correct tactical decisions but also lash out at his allies. he needed to find Aeryn and get his Holocron back, only then would he have any chance of slowing his decent into the abyss and have some sort of control over the chaos powers that kept him alive. Thrakk knows that if he could not get a grip, he would become in essence Death. Only living through the act of taking life, he would become a mindless killing machine and would eventually be hunted down by his own comrades.
Pushing those thoughts aside, though he wanted nothing else to apologize for his ignorant statement, that wasn't who he was. Thrakk would never apologize, never back down. It would end up a stalemate between himself and Zuka and hopefully they would continue on and after sometime let the past be the past. Thrakk meets Zuka's glare with his own, his eyes have now turned to a bright crimson, Thrakk could feel Zuka's own power growing and the added light show was a nice trick, but when it came to matters of the force......Thrakk new who held the real power *
" I chose my words poorly Zuka, but you would still be cleaning the trash up on Agamar if it weren't for me. Let me remind you, your standing in the bridge of my ship. I came to you because I know working with you is the best thing for the First Order, and together we can achieve our goals. As for dealing with me....you better come prepared, your memories of the past won't do you any good now "
* Thrakk focuses his mind doing his best to contain the growing rage within him, even holding back as much as he can the view port behind him begins to crack and the metal inside the bridge moans slightly as it begins to bend. In his mind he can hear an echoing voice telling him to kill, to rip Zuka apart and massacre every last soul on this vessel. Letting out a ragged breath, Thrakk speaks *
" We can either let this mishap pass on, or we can kill each other....either suites me just fine. "
* Thrakk begins to feel his emotions subside as he starts to take back control of his own power *
" We shall follow your plans for Taris, all that matters is that we get the job done....all i care about is that we get the job done. Your my partner Zuka, even if it came out wrong I was trying to look out for you. "
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Aug 3, 2016 21:18:03 GMT -8
Zuka sensed the turmoil within Thrakk, his great and raw power could be his undoing and Zuka's if he didn't get himself together. Taking a step back away from Thrakk, Zuka replied.
Before we proceed any further... I need to know if you are going to be fit for duty. I will not place the lives of this crew in danger from the likes of their own commander. What... are you? I sense a great struggle within you, something destructive.
Zuka was prepared to act at a moments notice if Lord Valinor snapped...
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