Jenia Kasalle
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Mar 20, 2022 2:27:08 GMT -8
Theyne seemed briefly amused about the remark, when it came to the security forces, yet didn't drop any word about it. There was no need to be impolite or to boast about the strength of their Empire, compared to the splinter factions, that still served in some way the Empire, some more radical than others. All that he could provoke was merely disdain and here he saw no reason to impose that agenda like other generals probably would have. Instead he rather chose to understand her situation, given that betrayal among the Imperial ranks was never something to tolerate easily. ::Then my apologizes to your losses, Inquisitor::, he told her honest, ::While despite our differences and some extremists elements within it, there were high hopes within the Diarchy's leadership to become formal allies of the Empire. Groundwork for it was already laid on Coruscant according to my informations, thus it might be easier for the Emperor to remember the services from which he had benefitted so far and those, that arranged it.:: While Theyne was speaking, he also kept an eye upon the com line, wondering when or whether the Emperor would as well join the conversation. ::Once our inspection teams are finished with inspecting the situation aboard, we expect that we can grant you permission to enter Imperial space within the regions of the First Order and deliver to you the necessary codes to avoid further inconvieniences by minor fleets. I'm certain that aside from the Emperor Grand Moff Kasalle will also have an interest to talk with you, once she returns from her current mission.::
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Mar 23, 2022 18:07:38 GMT -8
Jenia Kasalle Grand Inquisitor Zariel As requested by General Theyne, an inquiry was made to the Imperial Palace on Coruscant about a secure connection with someone of high rank. Unfortunately, Grand Marshal Baltasar Delvardus was not present on the world and currently touring the training facilities on Carida, Fleet Admiral Arcavius was on patrol near Taris... the list went down rapidly given the priorities of the Emperor. Eventually, Nicademus decided to have this task be handed to someone who needed more experience in handling diplomacy and acting as a leader one day. General Theyne's comlink would go off when a member of the ISB reported that a channel was being opened to the Imperial Palace.
A new holoimage came to life on a secure channel as a young man, in crimson armor, stood before Inquisitor Zariel. The male held the spitting image of the reigning Emperor Nicademus, although shave off about thirty years or more. A moment passed before an ISB agent, on the other end, gave a nod that the channel was secure. The Crown Prince turned to the Lady Inquisitor and bowed his head slightly.I am Octavian Delvardus, Crown Prince of the First Order. My father is, unfortunately, busy with military matters, Inquisitor. He hopes, though, that a meeting in person can be arranged soon enough. He has only had the privilege of meeting the relative of your colleague, Diarch Torkan. His Majesty, nonetheless, offers his regards to a member of our Imperial friends.Military Intelligence on the Diarchy had some files on the activities of their northern neighbor. Trade had long been established and, thanks to the First Order, merchants charted up and down the Hydian Way, through Taris, bearing goods between the two Imperial powers. Although, there was only one personal visit and that was what the Crown Prince had mentioned. Since then, relations were cordial, at best. Still, for the Inquisitor Zariel to be here and requesting a meeting, something seemed off.Tell me, Inquisitor Zariel, what has become of our neighbor, the Diarchy? As of very recent, merchant activity, according to Taris' Economical Committee, has drastically dwindled, in a short period of time, when it comes to the trade between our territory and that in the Corporate Sector. Your appearance is a surprise, but hopefully, brings answers.An attendant, off the screen, had revealed this information to Octavian, making sure he had something to go off. Economic changes could mean anything after all. However, given the Diarchy's location, it would be viewed as... strange, very strange.
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Apr 12, 2022 20:11:48 GMT -8
Zariel's steely cold exterior never shifted as the second image appeared. Her internal disappointment was immeasurable, however. This boy had been sent to negotiate with her? Insulting. But she needed this, and her followers needed this all to work out. So she held back any remarks that may have been building and returned the slight bow. Initially the only crack in her facade was a slight twitch of the eye at the name Torkan. While it sickens me to the core that your father dare proclaim himself a galactic Emperor, he has none-the-less earned my respect. Something that I assure you is not easily obtained. She sighed, trying to hide any sort of emotion as she moved on to her next point. The Diarchy is no more. While I was attending to matters beyond our borders, one of those I left in charge attempted a coup d'é·tat. No doubt in some vainglorious bid to earn my favor. All that was accomplished was to tear down what we had built. Upon my return, and after surveying the damage, I gathered what forces I could find that were still loyal to me and withdrew. She paused a moment. Maintaining her stoic composure was becoming ever more difficult. Now I come to you... or your father, to offer my services. I have come to realize I am no stateswoman. That was not what I was taught. I know how to lead military operations and to root out traitors. Especially the Force Sensitive ones. I and the people with me require a state to serve, and since I can not build one, I must seek out the next best thing. While this Empire of yours pales in comparison to that of my Master, it has shown it has strength and stability, two things I can respect and assist with. She paused again, to allow the princeling to reply. She was interested to know how he would respond to her opinions of his Empire and father.
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Apr 18, 2022 20:43:01 GMT -8
The holoimage of the Crown Prince flickered slightly as his focus was upon the Inquisitor Zariel. Slowly, his hand extends.
Your Empire is dead...
Then the Imperial slams his fist against his knightly armor.
...Long live the true Empire.
This was all Octavian would remark about involving some sort of scoreboard. There were times when Nicademus' personality rose up and spoke from within Octavian, a trait that it seemed all the Delvardus children inherited. Some more than others. He did not care about trying to settle whatever issues Zariel had with the First Order, the truth was simple: this Empire existed and thrived, the other didn't. And it was the Inquisitor who came to their nation after all, offering her services. Not the other way around.
With that said, Octavian pondered on the story of the Diarchy's fall. So this did confirm that the order established within the Corporate Sector had fallen into total disarray. The economic center would then likely shift more towards stable territory, the First Order obviously. It may be some years before the Corporate Sector Authority's systems saw stability and peace once more. Nonetheless, Zariel did bring something with her: seasoned personnel. His father always appreciated the efficient and capable.
Then you have come to the right doorstep, Inquisitor.
The Crown Prince's gaze focuses upon her.
This nation, this Empire, values efficiency, effectiveness, and capability above all. Merit ensures prosperity and elevation. Dishonesty, corruption, and other negative elements are investigated and eliminated swiftly. We ensure that all work for their pay, their rank, and their status in our society. All must do their part for the future of the Imperial state.
The core of the Neo-Imperialism that had been propagandized by his father and adopted by the state. A hardworking society, protected by a strong military, prospering by a thriving economy, and guided by a stable structure of governance, all of whom were commanded by the seat of the Emperor, or Empress if the day came, as the head of state. There was more to say, but this was hardly the place to do so.
I must ask the question then, Inquisitor Zariel, what will you bring to the First Order? Where do you see yourself being placed?
All must have a place to thrive as his father had said before.
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Apr 19, 2022 10:11:06 GMT -8
Zariel's anger rose as the young man declared the Empire of Palpatine was dead. The slightest hint of a sneer crossed her face. But almost as quickly she mastered herself and prevented any sort of retort. For she knew that as long as she lived, that Empire still smoldered, even as embers, they could one day reignite the galaxy. She listened and barely kept her eyes from rolling as the princeling made his speech about how his Empire was a Meritocracy. Fanatical loyalty was far more useful to the Inquisitor, and those who's loyalty wavered or was questionable, were always disposable. When the question was brought up where she could best serve the First Order, Zariel stood and leaned forward with her hand upon the table. I have been hunting traitors and rooting out the disloyal since before Sander Delvardus wore an officer's plaque. I also have no time for the corrupt and will remove them when found. Set me loose on your Force Orders and a I will ensure none of them seek to supplant your father, or in the future, yourself. Or if you wish, I will bring death to your enemies on the field of battle. These are my skills and they are what I offer to your Empire.
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on May 14, 2022 7:23:32 GMT -8
Grand Inquisitor ZarielAnother who was capable at eliminating corruption and traitors from among the ranks and without. This was the sort of person molded by the Old Empire; merciless, efficient, and without a single blink of an eye. Well, the better ones molded to clarify. The Old Empire had probably for more corruption compared to the more spartan and draconian society that made up the First Order. True, there were those who were just as corrupt, but they were sniffed out and removed. Given what was known, on file, by the Inquisitor, and what was just said, the Crown Prince knew where she needed to be placed.I will recommend to my father that, based upon this meeting, you should be raised to office of Central Commander for the Imperial Security Bureau. An excellent office for my father to witness your capabilities and the skill of your personnel firsthand. Certainly, the Director Piett would want to see the same.There was a suspicion, in the back of his mind, that Zariel might enjoy this appointment. By the sounds of her words, she was proud of her work and seemed to a take a thrill in hunting down traitors, malcontents, and would-be defectors. The Imperial could almost see it in her eyes when she answered his question.Bring yourself to Coruscant, Lady Inquisitor. My father would certainly like to hand you your elevation in person and speak with you face to face. Your fleet, if it needs any sort of maintenance and rest, may utilize the nearby facilities at Bilbringi or Yaga Minor.
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on May 20, 2022 21:41:00 GMT -8
Very well. I will make my way to the Core and redeploy my fleet to your ship yards. Until we meet again, Prince. Her tone had returned to its neutral and seemingly unfeeling state. Reigning in her emotions had taken some effort, but the job offer had done the trick. She would suffer the humiliation of kowtowing to the non-force using Emperor and his, what Zariel could guess, lightside wielding son. But this was for the good of those under her command and for herself as well. A stateless fleet this size would succumb to mutiny or one of the rising forces in the galaxy sooner or later. The communications were ended after clearance codes and other details had been worked out by the various subordinates. Zariel made her way with the Fallen Four to her personal ship, the VT-49 Decimator, Mephistopheles. Before departing she left Rayner and Miz in command, bringing with her her daughter, Reya, and the other three members of the Fallen Four. It would not be long before she was at Coruscant.
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Oct 20, 2022 15:37:00 GMT -8
A Wayfarer-class medium transport, the Bruna, emerges from hyperspace and begins approaching Agamar. Remus Delvardus, piloting the Wayfarer, opens a comm channel and requests clearance to make for the planet's surface. As their arrival is a planned one, getting clearance and being assigned a flight path takes little time, and once both have been received, Remus brings the transport onto the assigned flight path and begins the brief journey to their destination.
Faina has Yvaine, all but bouncing up and down in her eagerness to be the one to tell Mavera that they have arrived and will be landing soon, go to tell the native of Dathomir and her Rancor mount that they will be setting down soon, and then joins Remus and Nechama in the cockpit.
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Harini Bralor
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Post by Harini Bralor on Jun 17, 2023 10:35:37 GMT -8
After the expected arrival of the Star Destroyer Victores, and Captain Dice's LAAT-type dropship has been assigned a flight path to the Mandalorian Embassy in Calna Muun, the orbital traffic controller aboard the Golan VIII space defense platform, the Sur'haai O'r Kebii'tra, in synchronous orbit over Calna Muun, contacts the ships in the Mando'ade defense fleet operating around the world to apprise them of the Victores arrival and present location.
Recent events on Manda'yaim and Obroa-Skai having resulted in higher levels of alert and combat readiness on all Mando'ade occupied worlds, the Keldabe-class battleship, the Ragnahaiit, 4 M22-Krayt gunships, 2 Crusader-class corvettes and 4 Kom'rk class fighters that are patrolling along their designated areas of responsibility over the planet are all vigilant, the Bes'ulilk starfighter compliments of the larger vessels flying regular combat air patrols to increase the fleet's watchful readiness.
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Captain Dice, CT-3949
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Post by Captain Dice, CT-3949 on Jun 28, 2023 15:20:32 GMT -8
Following Dice's return to the Victores, the Star Destroyer was abuzz with reinvigorated life. Troopers helped clear out room for their new Mandalorian compatriots, as the quartermaster, Flatstep, prepared a handful of clones to help him catalogue and store their expected new beskar equipment. Officers of all ranks walked among their assigned soldiers and restored discipline to their ranks, with each trooper dropping the mindset of extended leave. Though a few were a little disappointed that they had jumped from one war to another, the vast majority were excited to get back to fighting. It was their purpose for living, the reason they existed at all. Each clone soldier was superior to most any natural-born warrior, save the most hardened and experienced, each tailored by hand to be expert warfighters. By the next day, the ship was ready to receive any and all warriors and crewmates mustered from the planet below, the ship's ventral hangar fully open. The second company of the Victores' 6th Shock Troops, along with their Lieutenant Saberjowl and Captain Dice himself, had been prepared as a welcoming committee, along with the quartermaster, the ship's ten ARC Troopers, and Acklay's chosen squad. It was, all in all, nearly a hundred clone troopers ready to greet the Mandalorians, along with the several hundred deck engineers, at work on their assigned fighter and shuttle craft. Harini Bralor
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Post by Harini Bralor on Jun 28, 2023 20:58:57 GMT -8
Victores - Ventral Hangar
Captain Dice and his troops do not have a long wait for the Mando'ade to arrive from Agamar's surface, a pair of Kom'rk-class transports, the Kaden Senaar and the Orar Marev, setting down in the Victores' ventral hangar shortly after the welcoming committee prepared for their arrival has been assembled.
The first to disembark from the Kaden Senaar, Ver'alor Fionnuala Priest of House Bralor, in command of the 55 Mando'ade that begin walking down the Kom'rk's boarding ramps, two carrying crates containing the beskar weapons - many of them family heirlooms passed down through generations - that have been loaned to Captain Dice and his troops by Mando'ade who will be remaining on Agamar and are therefore not likely to find themselves facing the Plague Lord's Technobeasts - and assembling after her, approaches Captain Dice and sketches him a salute as she says in heavily accented Basic, ::Captain Dice, a pleasure to meet you.:: Removing her buy'ce, orange and black like the rest of her beskar'gam, and tucking it under her left arm, the tiny, 33 year old woman of Morganian descent, revealed by the pointy ears poking from the mane of blonde dreadlocks currently worn tightly wound around her head introduces herself and then explains the composition of the Mando'ade that have volunteered to be temporarily placed under Dice's command. 38 of the Mando'ade comprise the platoon - consisting of an HQ element, 3 rifle squads and a weapons squad - led by Fionnuala, with the 16 of the remaining 17 Mando'ade being experienced Naval crew - ranging from crew chiefs and engineers to logisticians - and the final Mando'ade being the renowned Master Chef, Buf Fett - a special addition Fionnuala had personally invited along and had insisted be included in the force she was tasked with assembling to be loaned to Captain Dice.
Pointing out the crates that have been set down on the hangar deck, Fionnuala explains that the 40 beskar weapons carefully packed in the crates - consisting of beskads, or short swords, kal, or daggers, and war axes of several varieties, including tomahawks and even a lone, large double bladed battle axe - have been loaned to Dice and whichever of his troops he decides to issue them to for the duration of the war against the Plague Lord.
Once all of the necessary explanations have been given, Fionnuala, more reserved and formal than her usual feisty and cheerful self given the occasion, asks Captain Dice, "What are your orders, Captain?"
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Captain Dice, CT-3949
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Post by Captain Dice, CT-3949 on Jun 29, 2023 0:33:13 GMT -8
The captain gave Fionnuala a nod. "Thank you, and thank you to your clan for gathering such fine tools of warfare for our temporary use." Then, he turned his attention to the assembled army.
"Mandalorians," Dice began, voice as commanding as he could muster, "Welcome to the Victores. Your orders are as follows; the warriors among you, or those serving as warriors, will report to the thirteenth deck's barracks, where you will be met by Second Lieutenant Brasshorn. I personally encourage a degree of fraternization among you and the soldiers already aboard, as your backs will be theirs to protect in the coming battles, and theirs will be yours. Out of those warriors' ranks, the quartermaster has requested at least three volunteers assist in sorting and analysis of the provided weaponry and their best applications. Technicians and engineers, you will answer to Petty Chief Cranker and Chief Engineer Dahn Veleno." The quartermaster stepped forward at his mention, as did a clone engineer. "Crewmen, with me!" the engineer demanded, with one of the Sixth Company infantrymen stepping behind him like a guard.
"Chefs, you will be escorted by four of our shock troops to the gallery and mess hall," Dice added, with the aforementioned four troopers stepping forward and to the side of their comrades. "Ver'alor Fionnuala, please join us on the first command bridge. This is a joint operation, and I won't have this unit's leader sitting in the dark. I have to ask, will any elements of the Mandalorian fleet be accompanying us? It won't be a problem if not, but I need to know so I can update us to proper fleet posture. I want to have a snappy response when Harini sends word."
As the Mandalorians dissipate and go to their respective areas, the 6th Shock Troops - who wore blue, instead of 447th green or the red Acklay's men had adopted - mingling wherever natural or simply letting their new allies pass into the rest of the ship, Acklay would approach Dice and, more importantly, Fionnuala. "...is pilot Ksenia and Con with your group? She was going to help with the diplomatic efforts with the Jedi. Or has she become...indisposed overnight?"
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Harini Bralor
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Post by Harini Bralor on Jun 29, 2023 3:23:55 GMT -8
Fionnuala, assuring Captain Dice with a cocky grin that she will pass his thanks along to their Aliit'alor, or Clan Leader, Torin Bralor, turns and playfully blows Buf, an old friend of hers, a kiss as he is escorted by the Shock Troopers to the galley and mess hall before returning her attention to Dice and Acklay when he approaches them. Nodding when Dice asks about Ksenia and Conaodh, Fionnuala assures him, "They should be on their way now. In light of your armory deficits Harini had them pack up some of the stockpiled weapons from one of our outposts on the surface. Our guys are all free to pick their own kit, but since our weapons squads all typically use Z-6 rotary blaster cannons, Model 201 mortar systems, and RPS-6 rocket launchers, Harini had Ksenia and Con gather up what could be spared, about 20 of each, along with 30 A280 blaster rifles, which are in common use in our rifle squads. It isn't much, but every little bit helps, yeah?"
Addressing the matter of any elements from the Mando'ade fleet in orbit over Agamar accompanying them, Fionnuala says, "Torin has assigned one of our Crusader-class corvettes, the Dush Dala under the command of Alor`ad Decian Bralor, along with a pair of M22-Krayt gunships, little but feisty things that pack a mean punch, the Ori Kebi under the command of Alor'ad Diarmuid Bralor and the Muun'bajir under the command of Alor'ad Niamh Bralor. After giving Dice the comm frequencies needed to get in contact with the Mando'ade ship Captains, around which time Ksenia and Conaodh set down in the Muun Orar and start offloading the crates of weapons they have brought with them, Fionnuala asks with a grin, Anything else we need to hash out now, Captain?"
While Fionnuala, Captain Dice and Acklay speak together, the Mandalorian platoon - save for the four volunteers to assist in sorting and analyzing the beskar melee weapons on loan to Captain Dice and his troopers; the sisters Engla and Anitra Bralor, Dzyun'spitak Spar of House Bralor, and Padmakali Skirata of House Bralor - makes its way to the barracks on the 13th deck as ordered, where, after stowing their gear, they do their best to socialize with the Clone Troopers as requested; some starting up Sabacc or Pazaak games while others just shoot the breeze or exchange war stories or other tales with the Clone Troopers they will be fighting alongside. The technicians and engineers, as ordered, report to Petty Chief Cranker and Chief Engineer Dahn Veleno to learn about their assignments.
Once they have finished unloading the rifles and heavy weapons they have brought to gift to Dice and his men, Ksenia and Conaodh eventually find their way to Captain Dice and Acklay, whom Conaodh greets with a hearty, probably predicable, "Legends!!" while Ksenia offers them both a more subdued yet just as warm and friendly nod.
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Buf Fett
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Post by Buf Fett on Jun 29, 2023 19:56:43 GMT -8
Buf stood amongst the group Fee had gathered and stared over at the four Shock Troopers that would escort him to the galley. It seemed a little unnecessary of an escort, but he was not going to complain. Instead he merely gathered his bag up and followed his escort, looking back only to catch the kiss blown to him by Fionnuala. A small comfort to hold on to while they were separated for their upcoming travel.
Once out of sight, he turned his focus upon the Mess Hall and Galley when they arrived there a short while later. He introduced himself to the crew that were already there before calling dibs on one of the bunks in the crew quarters there. There was little in the way of belongings he brought, most of which he unpacked back in the kitchens as they were utensils he used to cook with. Much of it was pretty general cookware of various material quality, but his beskar tools he kept on himself. It was with them, that he got to work showing off his skills and talent by cooking up a meal for those he would be working alongside. Even cooks needed a meal made for them
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Post by Captain Dice, CT-3949 on Jul 4, 2023 1:48:52 GMT -8
The captain sighed. "The only thing I need to know is if you trust me," Dice asked Fionnuala. I know you have orders from your clan to lead the Mandalorians aboard my ship, and act as their unit leader. I also had Harini's assurances that I would be the overall commander of all attached units onboard." He folded his arms as he watched the third dropship land and begin offloading new equipment. "I'm not asking for total fealty, or anything overbearing like that. You've still got responsibility over your men's lives. But when battle begins, and things start to move faster than you could've thought possible...I need to know if I can count on you to follow orders, and relay them to your troops. I don't say this to be disrespectful to you, I just need to make this chain of command crystal clear. An alliance's problems always start when that isn't handled first."
Ten shock troopers quickly jogged over to the new equipment and supplies, lugging them away in crates to Flatstep's armory.
Acklay grinned widely at the arrival of Ksenia and Con. "Hey, was wondering when you guys were going to show up! I've got the whole troop here and waiting - ARC Trooper squad Tython and the boys you already met," he explained. "Oh, and thanks for the new blasters." Less warmly, the ARC Troopers stepped forward without a word, letting the heavy thumping of their armor talk for them. Each of them were covered in runes, ancient aurebesh stylings and the mark of the Old Republic upon each shoulder plate. Other trinkets and spiritual baubles were mixed in with tactical equipment, a strange blending of war and religion not too dissimilar from the Mandalorians themselves.
The squad sergeant seemed to glower over the Mandalorian, before giving Ksenia a nod. "No fear. Good," he said, and Acklay's face shifted into one of confusion and embarrassment. He placed a hand on the sergeant, and reeled him backwards. "Yeah Shyyo, I'd hope our pilot is a little fearless," Acklay told him. "Let's head aboard the transport, brothers. We've got Jedi Knights to meet!" His exclamation ignited a roar of excitement from his men and the other ARCs, as they not-so-calmly marched towards and up the Mandalorian transport's loader bay. Once they were aboard, Acklay's smile did not dissipate. "Hey, Con! You wanted to take a picture with some 'legends?' I got you twenty of them, strapped into a transport. Perfect angle for a group holopic, wouldn't you say...?"
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Post by Captain Dice, CT-3949 on Jul 4, 2023 2:05:33 GMT -8
Buf stood amongst the group Fee had gathered and stared over at the four Shock Troopers that would escort him to the galley. It seemed a little unnecessary of an escort, but he was not going to complain. Instead he merely gathered his bag up and followed his escort, looking back only to catch the kiss blown to him by Fionnuala. A small comfort to hold on to while they were separated for their upcoming travel.
Once out of sight, he turned his focus upon the Mess Hall and Galley when they arrived there a short while later. He introduced himself to the crew that were already there before calling dibs on one of the bunks in the crew quarters there. There was little in the way of belongings he brought, most of which he unpacked back in the kitchens as they were utensils he used to cook with. Much of it was pretty general cookware of various material quality, but his beskar tools he kept on himself. It was with them, that he got to work showing off his skills and talent by cooking up a meal for those he would be working alongside. Even cooks needed a meal made for them The gallery staff, which was comprised of a few third company clones, a handful of alien and near-humans and two waiter droids, were easily impressed by Buf's abilities. Though they were all technically cooks, only one of the near-humans - a twi'lek - would claim to have any skill in the kitchen, and even then it was a modest admission, working in some Separatist dive bar before the Republic retook the Outer Rim planet. Before half the hour was gone, Buf had earned the respect and loyalty of the gallery staff - both with his food and, for the clones, the shiny beskar armor he wore. The Victores had little in the way of actual food; its stores were primarily filled with MREs, nutrient powders, cured meat sticks and whatever the Mandalorians brought onboard with them. It was a sorry excuse for an eatery, but it wasn't like the clones had much in the way of funding or farms.
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Post by Harini Bralor on Jul 6, 2023 18:55:44 GMT -8
Fionnuala, when asked by Captain Dice if she trusts him, does not hesitate to reply once he has explained his reasoning for making that his first question, telling him in a firm and resolved tone that has no trace of doubt in it, "I trust you, Captain, and you can count on me to follow any order you give without reservation or hesitation," resisting her natural tendency to joke and deciding not to add any embellishments or explanation to her statement that might dilute it's simple truth; no stranger to battle, Fionnuala knows well the need for a clear chain of command just as she knows her history, and from it knows the tactical prowess and combat skill Captain Dice and his men possess.
Conaodh, grinning as Acklay arrives and thanks him and Ksenia for the equipment they have brought, says cheerily, "Ah, I only wish we could have brought more, vod! Laughing merrily after one of the ARC troopers stares at Ksenia - who does not flinch from his appraising gaze - before declaring he senses no fear in her, Con tells the ARC Trooper, You don't know the half of it, vod! Ksenia is a force to be reckoned with in the cockpit, a . . . hushing when Ksenia waves a hand to shut him up, Con's grin widens when Acklay suggests that now is the time to get the holopictures of the Legends he had been wanting ever since first meeting Captain Dice and his men, Yeeessssss!!!" the diminutive Bimm declares as he takes his datapad from a pouch on his belt and jogs up the Muun Orar's boarding ramp.
As she hears Conaodh start playing photographer, telling the ARC Troopers to look fierce or take off their helmets and make silly faces or adopt other assorted poses, Ksenia asks Acklay, "So, where are we heading to meet your jetiise, Lieutenant?"
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Post by Captain Dice, CT-3949 on Jul 7, 2023 22:52:30 GMT -8
Dice nodded. "I'm glad to hear it," he said. Trusting Acklay and his team to the Jedi matter, he would leave for the ship's bridge, with the Mandalorian leader in tow.
As the other clones did their best to perform Con's requests, Acklay would respond to Ksenia's question. "We're gonna be headed to Ossus. Dice said the Corellians might too busy to help us, being in the epicenter of resistance against the First Order and all. They've also got a serious fleet and army, in case any Jedi we meet decide to throw in more than we expected for our cause. That alright with you, Ksenia?"
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Post by Harini Bralor on Jul 7, 2023 23:42:34 GMT -8
Fionnuala answers Captain Dice's nod with one of her own, putting her buy'ce on and adjusting the sling on her EE-3 carbine rifle to a rear sweep carry as she follows him to the bridge. As they walk, Fionnuala suggests, Before we set out for Manda'yaim, Captain, I was thinking that we could make a stop at Concord Dawn, explaining, Clan Vhett and House Bralor fought together on Obroa-Skai, and I am confident they would be willing to join us in the effort to defend Manda'yaim.
Ksenia, grinning after Acklay informs her that their destination is Ossus and asks if it is alright with her, replies, "I'm just the pilot, sir. You tell me where to go, and that's where I'll take us." Lifting her buy'ce onto her head, the Shownarri motions for Acklay to head up the Muun Orar's boarding ramp, following him and then making her way to the cockpit.
Finishing up her pre-flight checks as Conaodh, finished playing photographer, enters the cockpit and settles himself in the co-pilot's seat, Ksenia asks, ::Get some good shots?::
Conaodh, lifting his datapad up triumphantly, says, "These are going straight into a scrapbook of their very own the first chance I get!"
Chuckling as she powers the Muun Orar's engines up, Ksenia points to the navicomputer and says, ::Plot a course for Ossus.::
Moments later the Muun Orar rockets out of the Victores ventral hangar, speeding away until it reaches its hyperspace entry point and then disappearing from realspace as its hyperspace journey begins.
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