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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 11, 2016 12:49:10 GMT -8
The white-haired Imperial bows to both Bralors. On either side flanked a squad of Stormtroopers with their rifles at rest.
I am Octavius, a member of the Imperial Diplomatic Corp. I have come on behalf of the First Order to deliver the first of many payments involving material that is manufactured within our territory. This shipment has various military and civilian purposes, mostly blasters, agricultural equipment and other essentials. We plan for our next shipment to involve heavier machinery such as vehicle and ship parts.
The diplomat procures a datapad and offers to Faelan. Upon it was an area for the Mandalorian to sign the document, confirming that the shipment had arrived and that it satisfied the needs of the Mandalorians presently.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2016 19:30:09 GMT -8
As Faelan and Octavius speak, the large transports which had been bound for the designated military landing areas begin to set down and are met by those of the Mando'ade ground forces stationed at those areas tasked with offloading the cargo. Accepting the datapad from Octavius, Faelan reviews the document after listening to the Imperial introduce himself and explain the nature of his visit.
After signing the document once his examination of it is complete, Faelan returns it to Octavius and says, "Your visit is well timed. We have, I believe, reached the point where our focus can turn from transition to the new order of things to more productive matters, and the equipment and essentials you bring will help in that effort. Octivius may have already noted on his journey from orbit to the governing sector that much of the expected damage to the city incurred in the battle to assume control of Agamar has been repaired, testament to the efficiency of the Mando'ade tasked with such reparations. Unsure of whether Octavious has now accomplished what he has come to achieve, or if he has other business as well, Faelan asks, Will you be staying long, Octavius? I can arrange for accommodation for you and your men if needed."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 22, 2016 21:08:59 GMT -8
Octavius listens to the offer made by Faelan and ponders for a moment. He was aware that the Supreme Commander desired to speak with Clan Bralor directly, indicating that the arrangement for this meeting may happen during the diplomat's visit to Agamar. The Imperial bows his head.
I believe I would enjoy the hospitality of Agamar and stay for a few days.
The Imperial takes out another datapad and hands it to Faelan.
This should be a list of the materials to come in the next shipment. The Supreme Commander wanted to make sure you approved of the list and offer you the chance to make any necessary changes to meet the needs of the Mandalorian forces present here and any other allied clans of the First Order.
He remembered how the Supreme Commander stated his words.
He insists that if any changes needed to be made, to contact him directly to make any necessary adjustments.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 22:48:35 GMT -8
Nodding when Octavius indicates that he will be staying on Agamar for at least a few days, Faelan exchanges a brief look with his clanswoman, Racheal - their long time spent in combat and command of various sizes of fighting forces enabling him to convey to her what he wishes her to do as easily as she is able to interpret what is conveyed - to have her set in motion the necessary personnel to see that quarters are prepared for Octavius and his men immediately.
As Racheal, speaking low into her buy'ce's comm unit to avoid interrupting Faelan and Octavius, has quarters prepared for the visiting First Order troops and their commander, Faelan accepts the second datapad when Octavius presents it, examining the listed materials as he listens to Octavius. Not wanting to give the matter less attention than merited, Faelan taps the datapad against his gloved palm as he says, "I'll review this another time, and contact the Supreme Commander if any alterations are warranted. Gesturing towards the facility from which he and Racheal had exited to greet the visiting First Order diplomat - a repaired building with architecture suggesting a former governmental role to which a more military purpose has been added, and which has an obvious security presence visible in addition to more subtle means of protecting against any threats which might arise - Faelan says, We have accommodations for you and your troops prepared. Would you like to relax after your journey? Faelan asks, suggesting, We could dine together this evening, unless, he offers in case Octavius might prefer to occupy himself more actively, there is anything you would like to do before then? A tour of the city, perhaps?"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 5, 2017 10:10:22 GMT -8
The aged diplomat offers a smile upon his withered face.
I would not mind time to give my legs a rest before seeing the city. A dinner does sound most tempting; I have yet to taste any native Agamarian cuisines or the dishes of your Mandalorian people. I thank you for your hospitality, Faelan aliit Bralor.
With that said, the diplomat bows and walks off with his escort to the government building in question, accepting a Mandalorian escort as well. The diplomat hoped he had fulfilled his obligations and his tasks. The Supreme Commander desired to speak with Bralor at some point, and hopefully his wording was enough to hint at that.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 6:46:36 GMT -8
Faelan nods, even offering a rare, albeit brief, smile as he says, "You are most welcome, Octavius of the First Order's Diplomatic Corp." Not particularly inclined to idle conversation, Faelan says little else beyond pointing out various points of aesthetic or strategic interest as the visiting First Order diplomat and those accompanying are led to the quarters that have been prepared for them; suites formerly used by visiting dignitaries or diplomats, and therefore offering what Faelan believes to be an appropriate level of comfort and opulence.
After having assigned a trio of Mandalorians to act as additional security as well as aides to Octavius for the duration of his stay, Faelan not inclined to rely on security or protocol droids to make their guests more comfortable, and introducing them to the First Order diplomat, Faelan excuses himself and Raicheal, stating that he looks forward to dining later in the evening. Entrusting the matter of preparing a suitable menu for the evening ahead and tending to the other details that will be required to Raicheal, Faelan makes his way to his office.
Having accurately read between the lines of Octavius' comments that the First Order's Supreme Commander wishes to speak with him, Faelan decides that there is no time like the present to find out what reasons might lay behind the subtlety delivered message, and readies an imagecaster to transmit on the encoded frequency he had been provided for communicating with Nicademus when the arrangement between the Fist Order and the Mando'ade was first cemented.
Once a secure connection has been established, and he has gone through the steps required to communicate with Nicademus, Faelan greets him, Supreme Commander, I offer you greetings from Agamar. As you may already be aware, your representative, Octavius, and his troops have arrived safely. On behalf of the Mando'ade, he continues while inclining his head to further convey his peoples gratitude for the payment that has been rendered unto them as it was promised it would be, I thank you for the materials Octavius has delivered.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 10, 2017 8:10:41 GMT -8
Nicademus would appear before Bralor, the same man as before. Dressed in a plain Imperial uniform, made of black fabric, and decorated with the sigil of the First Order. It seemed that Octavius had managed to convey his words perfectly, the diplomat had earned his honorable retirement.
I am glad the materials that were granted to you meet your approval, Faelan aliit Bralor.
There was a reason why Nicademus wanted to speak with Bralor, and now was as good a time as any to speak.
Tell me, Faelan, what do you know of the Mandalorian House of DIzen who operate within the Tingel Arm?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 21:32:19 GMT -8
Faelan steeples his fingers together beneath his chin as he considers the Supreme Commander's question and how best to answer it. Settling for honesty, both because deception is not in his nature when dealing with allies as well as due to the fact that he has come to trust and admire Nicademus in the time they have worked together, Faelan says, Enough to recognize the name, though little else in all honesty.
Though he knows that his answer will tell likely tell one possessed of Nicademus' wit much about the nature of the House of Dizen's relationship with the Mando'ade as a whole, Faelan nonetheless adds by way of expanding on his answer, The House of Dizen remains aloof from the other Clans as often as not, though there is no animosity between them. Lips pursing in thought as he considers the implications of the Supreme Commander's question and concludes that the most likely reason is that the First Order has been approached by the House of Dizen, or vice versa, Faelan is silent a moment before concluding, I apologize I can tell you so little, but I have had no dealings with the House of Dizen myself, nor do I personally know of any Mando'ade that have.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2017 2:36:09 GMT -8
Unfastening her safety harness when her shuttle sets down, Ishild stands as her four Stormtrooper escorts, their white armor polished immaculately as they move with the precision and efficiency they know she expects of them, take their positions near the boarding ramp and the flight crew begins their post-flight routine. Not one to invite so much as a slight hint of familiarity with those she commands, save for a select few of her fleet's more senior officers, Ishild does not fraternize with her personal Stormtrooper guards, and appears remote and aloof from them even though they move in perfect concert with her as they all walk down the boarding ramp.
Adjusting the edges of her grey double breasted First Order Naval tunic, Ishild waits for the Mandalorian party she was told to expect to meet her when she arrived at the capital city. Having no personal experience with Mandalorians, Ishild reviews what she has gleaned from First Order briefings regarding the culture and customs of her hosts as she waits, hoping that the blunt and honest natures of most Mandalorians translates into more abbreviated, less tediously prolonged pleasantries than dealings with some cultures can involve.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2017 23:54:22 GMT -8
Two Mando'ade approach the shuttle as it lands, arriving as the boarding ramp is lowered, both carrying their buy'ce's at their sides rather than wearing them. The taller of the two armored humans is a dark red haired male wearing black and green beskar'gam, and who has a lean, wiry build and an aquiline nose. The shorter female that walks beside and a step behind the male as though in deference to her clansman's higher rank has dark black hair and wears grey beskar'gam. Both Mandalorians possess stoic expressions and share disciplined, patient, and self-assured demeanors that suggest both have an almost militaristic quality in their natures.
Faelan, in the black and green beskar'gam, greets the woman who's uniform reveals her rank, using a formal tone as he has found most members of the First Order's higher ranks prefer and expect it, "Admiral Sauer. I am Sol'yc ver'alorn Faelan Bralor, and this is Ruus'alor Raicheal Bralor, my clanswoman. We welcome you to Calna Muun."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2017 9:18:29 GMT -8
"Very good," Ishild replies tersely when the male Mandalorian has delivered what sounds to her like a scripted welcome.
Diplomacy being something her position can require at times, and knowing that she can often come across as cold if she does not make an effort to compensate for her disinclination to avoid superfluous conversation, Ishild summons what she knows of Faelan Bralor from intelligence briefings in an effort to think of something to say as the group sets out for where the Mandalorians have arranged for her and and her guards to stay for the duration of her shore leave. Faelan was the Mandalorian emissary sent to speak on behalf of the Mandalorian clans with the First Order's Supreme Commander, and was also involved in the battle to take Agamar, suggesting that being an emissary is the least of his abilities. That Faelan is the one greeting her further suggests to Ishild that he must be highly placed among whatever Mandalorian force has been sent to occupy Agamar, which when coupled with the fact that the commander of the Mandalorian fleet in Agamar's orbit shares the same clan name seems to indicate that the Bralor clan makes up a large part of the Mandalorian forces on Agamar.
"Is your clan the only one which was sent to occupy Agamar Sol'yc ver'alorn? I could not help but note that the commander of your orbital defense force is also from clan Bralor." Ishild says conversationally, the topic of no real interest to her, merely chosen as she believes it will appeal to Faelan's sense of pride, and ideally give him an opportunity to pass at least some portion of the time they need to spend together with his answer.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2017 23:34:34 GMT -8
"No, Faelan answers when asked if his clan is alone in having been sent to Agamar. Expounding briefly upon his answer to avoid sounding rude, Faelan explains, While my clan provided the ships and commander for the fleet in orbit, other clans have provided personnel to crew the ships, as well as troops for the ground operations."
Tempted to ask what Sauer's business on Agamar, beyond resupplying and refueling her fleet, might be, Falean decides not to broach the subject; Sauer strikes him as one that prefers to play things close to the chest, and could therefore take offense to being pressed for details by one with no need to know them. If, Faelan assumes, Sauer needs him to know anything of what her plans are, she will tell him.
Once they have entered the government building used by the Mando'ade as their command post, Faelan and Raicheal led the Admiral and her guards to the adjoining suites that have been prepared for them; Sauer's, naturally, the larger and more opulent of the two. As with the other visiting First Order diplomat, Sauer is assigned a pair of Mandalorian's to augment her personal guard and to see that she has all she needs.
"Is there anything else you require at this time Admiral Sauer?" Raicheal asks once Ishild and her guardsmen have been given a brief tour of their accommodations which included introductions to the Mando'ade assigned to her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2017 5:46:25 GMT -8
Feigning interest in Bralor's answer to her question, Ishild is grateful that he seems disinclined to go on at any length or engage her in any unnecessary conversation, and maintains her silence for the remainder of the journey to the suites she and her personnel have been provided.
"Not at this time, no, Ishild answers the female Mandalorian when asked if she needs anything else at the moment, adding a perfunctory, Thank you," before entering the blessed solitude and silence of her suite. Resisting the urge to check in with her XO to see if the mysterious Knight of Ren has reported in by reminding herself that Brandt has been ordered to contact her immediately when contact has been made, Ishild removes her cap and sets it on a desk as she prepares for the usual struggle she faces whenever on leave to actually permit herself to relax enough to enjoy the time she has until the return to the rigors and demands of command which have become to her both familiar and almost preferable to what has come to feel like the unproductive idleness of being on leave.
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Post by Katsumi Ren on Jul 21, 2017 0:02:37 GMT -8
Disembarking from her stolen VCX-100 light freighter after setting it down, Katsumi Ren strides purposefully down the boarding ramp towards the Stormtrooper escorts sent to meet her. Her sleight frame concealed by the tattered, rotting faded black robes she wears, Katsumi's onyx-hued skull-like mask completes her wraith-like appearance, only further enhanced by the sepulcher-like stench - courtesy of the decomposing corpse of the light freighter's former owner left to rot in the ship's hold as well as the sweat, blood and grime she has not bothered herself to wash from the robes - permeating the frayed, flithy clothing, flecks of dirt and dried blood drifting from them as she moves.
Her voice almost a whisper, hoarse from disuse, Katsumi scarcely breaks her stride as she says, "Take me to Admiral Sauer," trusting the Stormtroopers to comply and match her pace so that she can be taken to the Admiral posthaste.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2017 18:52:18 GMT -8
Where the four Stormtroopers that escort the Knight of Ren to Ishild's quarters are fortunate enough to have the filters in their helmets to protect them from the smell the woman brings with her, Ishild herself is not, and is hit full force with the miasma when the Stormtroopers arrive with the long awaited Knight of Ren.
Self-possessed enough to keep her reaction to the Knight's fragrance to a minimum, a slight crinkling of her left nostril accompanied by a faint moue of distaste that is quickly suppressed to be replaced by a more neutral expression, Ishild waves for the Stormtroopers to depart before addressing the Knight of Ren. Dressed in her immaculately pressed, perfectly tailored First Order naval officer's uniform, her short blonde hair slicked back neatly, Ishild, standing beside the desk dominating the room Katsumi had been brought to, Ishild is on unfamiliar ground where dealing with the Knight of Ren is concerned; never having dealt directly with any of the Force sensitive members of the First Order's ranks, Ishild ultimately elects to fall back on protocol, the fact that Katsumi is to assume command of her fleets suggesting that treating the woman, ragamuffin though she appears, as a superior is the wisest course of action for the moment.
Saluting the reeking, unkempt Knight of Ren almost pains her, but Ishild salutes crisply all the same as she says, "Admiral Sauer, at your disposal," and after a brief internal struggle successfully suppresses, at least for now, the almost overwhelming temptation to open a window, or two, to prevent the noisome scent emanating from the woman from becoming overpowering.
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Post by Katsumi Ren on Jul 27, 2017 8:50:26 GMT -8
Even were she concerned enough with Sauer's level of comfort with her personal hygiene to be aware of the woman's present discomfort, Katsumi would not allow what she considers such an inconsequential matter to occupy her or distract her for so much as a single instant. Purposeful and task oriented, some might say excessively so, Katsumi does not respond to Sauer's salute or words, instead walking towards the desk as she takes a small holoprojector from within her tattered and filthy robes.
Setting the holoprojector on the desk, flecks of dried blood and dirt drifting down from her reeking robes, Katsumi asks in her hoarse, raspy whisper of a voice, "How soon can your fleet be ready to depart? Without pausing yet to allow Sauer a chance to reply, Katsumi activates the holoprojector. An image of the world of Rendili flickers into view above the holoprojector as Katsumi says, Our objective is Rendili. We will want the starship and weapons manufacturing assets unharmed, of course. Their defensive fleet, such as it is, will be able to offer little resistance, nor should their defense force on the ground be able to stand long against the First Order's disciplined troops. Her head tilts to the side as Katsumi continues as though voicing her thoughts aloud for a moment, Perhaps we can even invite some of the Mandalorian forces here on Agamar to join along? A thought, at any rate. I leave that to your discretion. I have, Katsumi continues as though not yet requiring any response from Sauer, gathered intelligence on Rendilii, orbital patrol routes, ground to orbital defense locations, that sort of thing, which will enable us to form a battle plan sure to bring us a swift and certain victory. For the First Order, of course, Katsumi adds, more as though she feels it necessary for Sauer to hear it than anything else. A trace of impatience entering her tone as though she herself had not prevented Sauer from responding with the quick pace of her delivery thusfar, Katsumi repeats her initial query, How soon can your fleet be ready to depart?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2017 20:22:53 GMT -8
Setting her speeder down on one of the landing pads atop a corporate office building, one of the taller structures in Calna Muun, which commands a view of the former Council Center that now houses the senior leaders of the First Order and Mando'ade forces that occupy Agamar, Manon Proulx closes her eyes and rubs her temples before exiting the vehicle. Telling herself that it was only her paranoia that made her feel on more than one occasion that she was followed from the tapcaf to where she is to meet with her source relaxes her nerves only a little, and Manon looks around furtively after stepping out of her speeder even though she told herself that she would not do just that.
Though she sees no signs that she was followed, Manon, a journalist recently fired for submitting an article the Mando'ade and First Order propaganda machine did not approve of, feels as though she is being watched all the same as she walks from her speeder to the landing pad where her source will be waiting for her.
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Post by Brielle Giovane on Jul 27, 2017 22:48:50 GMT -8
Having waited long enough to follow Manon from The Upset Mugruebe Tapcaf that it was not obvious that she intended to follow the journalist, Vashity had tailed the woman's speeder on her swoop bike, keeping enough distance between them that it would be difficult to discern that Manon was being tailed. Passing the building that Manon's speeder set down on, Vashity had doubled back and landed her swoop on the opposite side of the landing pads.
Using the Force to cloak herself, Vashity had stealthily made her way to where Manon had set her speeder down, keeping to the shadows as she moved to further minimize the chances of being seen. Once she has Manon in sight, Vashity moves in close enough that she will be able to overhear what is said when Manon meets with whomever she has come to meet with. Having gleaned enough from Manon's thoughts to know that the meeting is likely to involve intelligence about either the resistance movement on Agamar, the First Order fleet which had arrived over Agamar recently, or possibly both, Vashity hopes that her careful, patient approach to her present assignment for the Jedi Order is about to rewarded.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2017 6:38:27 GMT -8
With the Knight of Ren's helmet and apparent fondness for whispering, Ishild has to lean in closer than she would like to make out all that is whispered. Grateful when the Knight of Ren at last finishes speaking, Ishild takes a step back to get some distance from the stench emanating from Katsumi. "I can have have my fleet prepared to get underway within twenty four hours," Ishild says after considering the question the Knight of Ren felt important enough to ask twice, estimating that her answer will give her sufficient time to arrange for transport of all troops currently on shore leave from the planet back to their ships, and also to plan the attack on Rendilit. The First order after action reports from the siege of Agamar Ishild has reviewed during her time spent waiting for the Knight of Ren painted the Mandalorians augmenting the First Orders' efforts acquitted themselves admirably, and while Ishild has the utmost of confidence in the capabilities of her fleet and forces, she supposes it would not hurt to at least see if the Mandalorians have any interest in participating in the attack on Rendili.
Considering how best to begin the necessary preparations to make her fleet ready to deploy, Ishild takes her comlink in hand so that she can contact her XO to begin recalling the troops on leave as she asks Katsumi, "How soon would you like to begin formulating the battle plan? Shall I gather my fleet captains and ground force commanders, Ishild asks, helpfully suggesting, We could meet on my flagship in, say an hour's time, so that you have some time to . . . rest and refresh yourself after your journey?"
Manon's source, a Rodian native of Agamar who lost his wife and three daughters in the siege on Calna Muun and who has been passing information about First Order and Mandalorian troop movements in Calna Muun through Manon to the agriworld's resistance movement, puffs on a cigarra as he greets the recently fired journalist, "Heard you got sacked. Sucks. I know you won't be able to use what I've got for you in an article, but I figured your resistance contacts might would be interested. Tapping the macrobinoculars setting on the ledge of the building, the Rodian explains, I was watching the landing pads near the old council center, saw a black robes and mask type land and be met by a Stormtrooper escort. Pretty sure it was the personal guard of that First Order admiral that arrived not too long ago. Sliding the datacard he takes from the macrobinoculars over towards Manon, the Rodian says, Recorded the arrival, maybe your contacts can identify the black robe type."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2017 9:49:24 GMT -8
Pocketing the datacard her source has given her, Manon is silent for a moment as she looks out at the city skyline broodingly. The description of the being her source observed being led to the First Order Admiral sounds like that of a Sith, or possibly even a Knight of Ren, but the fact that the First Order is in bed with darksiders of many varieties has already been established. Whether or not what her source has seen will be of use to her resistance contacts is something Manon has no way to determine, but she will pass it on all the same.
"Thanks for this, Manon tells her source. Nodding her chin towards the lights of the landing pads near the old Council Center, Manon says, Keep an eye on things, let me know if anything out of the ordinary happens. We shouldn't risk meeting in person for a while, so send holonet messages instead. Talk about things like we discussing bird watching," she suggests, her paranoia flaring up again and making communicating in some kind of code seem like a very good idea.
As she begins making her way back to her speeder, Manon takes her datapad out so that she can send a message to her resistance contact regarding what she has learned.
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