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Mar 30, 2014 7:51:09 GMT -8
Post by The Major on Mar 30, 2014 7:51:09 GMT -8
Such a heavy air lent a hush seriousness to these proceedings. So then, when a chorus of marching footsteps drew closer and closer it had a way of thumping first like light taps which then proceeded mark throaty boot heels against a rich marble floor. And make no mistake, every person in the coming party wore a pair of combat boots, whether they be the stark white of a stormtrooper's laces, to the polished leather of a worn jackboot. There was no fluff, no nonsense, no pretty little labels and secret gold ingots.
Were they in conversation? Indeed! A woman and man seemingly going back and forth talking about, what else, war. Namely, the tactical applications of mechanized infantry versus paratroopers. The woman was convinced such a highly trained fighting force could capture any city, especially if the enemy was using it as a glorified garrison. The man countered that a balanced collection of as many units as possible could handle a multitude of threats. But what of speed? What of capturing key personnel before they could escape or entrench? But alas, they were about to cross the threshold. They would pick up the sneering jabs later.
"Hallo, esteemed gentlemen. This is proving to be a rather exciting day! This is Colonel Raith, and me? Well, titles are such contrite things to my awareness, but you may call me the Mouth of the Empire, or the Major, for shorthand, if I may be so petty." Said the Fallanassi, a raven haired and bespectacled woman towering at roughly two meters in height, clad in a black suit, matching tie, and white gloves.
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Mar 30, 2014 8:25:14 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 30, 2014 8:25:14 GMT -8
The room where the Empire's delegation entered had quite an array of people. Imperialists, both of long standing tradition to fresh recruit status. There were those who wore the simple garbs of a government official and diplomat, while others wore the decorated outfit of Imperial officers with their rankings being in the upper hierarchy of the Imperial Remnant.
On the other side of the room, Nicademus stood in an general Imperial officer uniform; military outfit was always his style and comfort. Beside him stood a Stormtrooper with a commander's markings and a figure in silver armor whose face was unseen. The Stormtrooper tapped the shoulder of the Head of State who turned to see the delegation approach. He beckons for the two to follow as Nicademus walked towards Major and Raith.
After the delegates halted and spoke their greetings. Nicademus would step forward to speak first among the trio who faced the Colonel and Major.
Welcome, delegates of the Galactic Empire. It is so good to meet others of the Imperial cause and one of great renewal. Allow me to introduce myself and my colleagues. I am Nicademus Delvardus, Head of State for the Imperial Remnant. If you wish to be formal, you may call me Excellency. If you wish to be informal, Nic or Nicademus is fine. I have no preference.
He gestures to the Stormtrooper on his left, who snaps to attention in quick and crisp fashion.
This is Commander Zarek, he is head of the security you see patrolling the area. Any questions about security, you may address him.
Nicademus then gestures to the right of him, where the figure in armor stood. Nicademus paused for a moment before slowly lowering his hand. The masked figure stepped forth and reached behind his head. A click was heard as the helmet was removed, revealing a male with crimson skin, blazing orange eyes and medium length black hair. His face was aligned with similar tattoos that Sith wore. Valstrol decided it was time to finally come out of the shadows. He spoke with his own voice to the delegation.
I am Valstrol Horica, my titles are all former and no longer hold weight in this universe. Thus you may address me as Valstrol or Lord Horica.
After Valstrol stepped back, Nicademus cleared this throat before speaking further to Major. Enough with formalities, it was time to do what they all came here for.
With the necessary formalities done, shall we begin, Major?
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Mar 30, 2014 12:59:54 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2014 12:59:54 GMT -8
As the rather interesting conversation piece between the Major and the Colonel had finally been put to rest, Gideon felt a fluttering sensation of trepidation surge through his veins. He, like the good Captain Aximand before him, was placed onto a battlefield where he had little familiarity with the tactics employed by both sides. Instead of fighting with massive siege engines or squads of plated soldiers, the Colonel would be forced into a skirmish armed only with words and the knowledge he possessed. It was not something he had ever dreamed of doing in the ranks of the resurgent Imperium, but if his Emperor had demanded it of him; then it was his duty to see it through to the end, no matter the result. Blinking away the feelings of doubt and donning a more attractive persona, the Colonel took the moment of introductions to size up the three men who had greeted them. Incredibly familiar with the various positions within the Imperial Hierarchy, the Colonel had gathered that he spoke with both a ranking officer of the Remnant’s military arm and its Head of State – a former member of the Imperial Army by the stance he had taken and the gait in which he carried himself. The Commander, unlike the bare faced Aryan Colonel, had his features shrouded by the characteristic frown of his battle helm; leaving a deep seeded thought within the back of his protected mind about what form of sentient life bore the armour of the honoured legions. Gideon had hoped the man was some form of human, rather than the Khommite aberrations he had met during his last encounter with the Remnant nearly two and a half years ago.
Pushing the lingering threads xenophobic hatred aside, the Colonel began focusing upon the man bearing the name of Nicademus Delvardus. He was clad in a simple uniform of the Imperial Military; bereft of the outlandish embellishments many Imperial Warlords had adorned themselves with over the previous eras. It had earned this man several respectable points in the Colonel’s book, but as he had been warned during the transit from the Core Worlds to the very fringes of the known galaxy, such trivial things could be a disguise for the rotten core that lay within. With such a mindset taking its position in the forefront of his thoughts, Gideon’s gaze was drawn towards the hulking silver clad warrior at Nicademus’ side. He was a man that stood apart from the standards of the Imperial Military, his stance and choice of attire marking him out as a being enslaved by the dogmatic religions that plagued the galaxy since the inception of time. Clad in such lavish armour and found within the halls of the Imperial court, the Colonel deduced that he was face to face with yet another master of the Sith Order. It was the only conclusion that held any bearing, for the titles of Lord and the crimson flesh that lay beneath the silvered plate only proved to enforce the earlier assumption, in regards to which side of the force he held dear. Though, the name that had come after Lord sparked a moment of recognition within Gideon’s mind. He had not heard of the name Horica for many a year, bringing him back to the days before he had risen through the ranks, leaving his thoughts centred on the devastating campaign upon the ash stained surface of Sullust.
Forcibly throwing up several layers of ingrained mental training, now that a member of the Sith Order had been revealed, the Stormtrooper began focusing on the details of the room that was about to encompass the Imperial delegation. In order for such a deed to go unnoticed in the eyes of their hosts, the silvered lattice of Gideon’s retinal enhancement spun to life in the absence of his battle helms automatic senses; which had already begun adjusting to the environment he had found himself in and marking anything notable with an ochre silhouette. Seeing nothing that was outright threatening, Gideon had taken the time to respectfully nod his wordless greetings to each of the three men standing across the room from the Major and himself. With the introductory formalities coming to an end, the assembly between the two Imperial factions could begin – leaving the Colonel to wonder how exactly the proceedings would unfold and what results would come of this gathering.
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Mar 30, 2014 18:47:14 GMT -8
Post by The Major on Mar 30, 2014 18:47:14 GMT -8
Another non human? The Major was aware that her new allies had a proclivity to embrace the concept of tolerance, but to see a red skinned Sith present here was. . . abhorrent. And what did this thing say? It had no longer held any weight in the universe? Obviously not. Humanity was the only class of beings that represent the highest epoch of evolution, and these wastrels that insisted on marring the otherwise pleasant air with their skin most putrid; their fracases otherwise called history, and sometimes culture was equivalent to glorifying fungal growth. At least this one knew its place, serving in an observant role and deferring to its human masters, which no doubt where very generous for making the effort to give it a role, and one so lofty at that. She was aware tolerance was the new policy of this latest iteration of the Empire. Because this was the policy, she would follow it -for now until the politicians began to realize allowing non-humans the same basic rights and privileges as the galaxy's true protector species, its rightful owners, only harmed its entirety. Until then degeneracy would just have to be a daily facet of the Fallnassi's awareness. At least this Lord Horica fellow was a name of no small reputation. Thank goodness. There was too much riffraff playing games better suited to more massive intellects. All was well. Valhalla may not accept those of lesser standard, but it at least offered those willing some bread crumbs and dew drops here and there.
One corner of the woman's mouth creaks up higher than the other as her head tilts quizzically, her tone completely gracious, if not at odds with her facial expression. However, both are represented so flawlessly it was difficult to discern if anything here was mockery.
"What a. . . distinctive pedigree assembled here today. Gentlemen of the Imperial Remnant. . ." She said while approaching a large table placed in this center of this room before placing two digits of a hand upon it. ". . . your time spent waiting in your various spheres is now at an end: the Galactic Empire has risen once again. But you all knew this already, did you not? You also know of the its christened Emperor, Sinistra. She wonders. I wonder. We wonder. We wonder if you warlords of imperial persuasion are ready to take your rightful places in the greatest expansion of order, discipline, intelligence, valiance, militarism, cultural and scientific renaissance this galaxy has ever seen and will ever see."
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Mar 30, 2014 19:20:29 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 30, 2014 19:20:29 GMT -8
Once pleasantries were over, Nicademus would return to his seat at the large table. The muffling and shifting sounds of chairs moving as others took their places to listen to the delegation's persuasion. And that was what happened the moment Nicademus took his seat. As the beginning words were said and thus full sentences spoken, the Head of State glanced at Valstrol who stood next to his seat to the right of him. Sinistra, a name all to familiar with both Delvardus and Horica. While Nicademus never had the privilege, if one could say, to meet this Sith Lord, Valstrol had many years ago when times were much different.
Once the statement was said, Nicademus let the words sink in, the emptiness swallowing up the words quickly. He remained quiet while others around the room murmured with the person next to them. The Imperial Remnant stood as the surviving hope for a revived Empire. A means of ensuring Imperial ideals existed and continued no matter what. Now the Remnant's job was over, the Empire was being revived under a new leadership, a Sith leadership.
The murmuring would eventually quiet down as the officials and generals of the Remnant turned to their leader who stood at the far end of the table. But instead of Nicademus speaking up, his gaze turned to Valstrol Horica. The Sith Lord sensed the gazes, it seems Nicademus wanted him to start this off. And so, the Human Sith looked at the Major.
The revival of an Empire has always been a lifelong dream of many, Major. My former mentor, Lord Mendacious, taught me the ways of the Dark Side as well as the ideals of the Imperial cause. To hear of the Empire's revival only gives reason for many to return to duty, to flock to the banner, to raise arms and fight for the Imperial cause.
A rising sound of claps were heard from among the gathered. Even Nicademus clapped a few times before lowering his hands. With those words echoing still, Nicademus rose from his seat to address the Empire's delegation.
I believe Lord Horica speaks for many of us here, Major. As being the former emperor of the Horica Sovereign Empire and a member of the short-lived Fourth Galactic Empire, he taught me everything...everything it took to right the wrongs of my ill-advised ancestor, Sander Delvardus, who stood up to Nataasi Daala and Gilad Pellaeon in a foolhardy attempt to maintain his pride and power. What it was meant to be an Imperial, to lead, to command...everything. And all of us here were raised under the same Imperial ideals, principles and discipline by our fathers and families who did much for the Empire.
A murmur of agreement rose from the gathered members of the Remnant. Many nodding their heads affirmatively and speaking up "Hear hear!" Nicademus looked at his fellow colleagues for a moment before turning his gaze back to the Major and Colonel.
Our duty as the Remnant to preserve the ideals of the Empire, to maintain the discipline that made us strong and to hope for a day when a revived Empire may rise is over. And thus, we must do what is right and hand over our duty to the higher power, to the Galactic Empire and the Emperor. But where one duty dies, another rises. As our duty as the Remnant ends, our duty to the Empire begins. No longer do we preserve the Imperial cause, but ensure its progression, its expansion, its growth into a new era!
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Mar 30, 2014 23:59:09 GMT -8
Post by John Tien on Mar 30, 2014 23:59:09 GMT -8
Moff Tien in the meantime was staring out a window across the city, his thoughts were anywhere else besides the meeting, as the newcomers entered the room Tien didn't turn to acknowledge them, he did, however, turn when he heard Valstrol's name mentioned and nodded to him, glad to see another recognizable face at this meeting. He also took a seat at the large table when the Empire's delegates looked ready to begin. He listened as the Major, Valstol, and Nicademus spoke but his thoughts would always drift back to his attempt to find Cade Fel in the Unknown Regions
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Mar 31, 2014 6:59:39 GMT -8
Post by The Major on Mar 31, 2014 6:59:39 GMT -8
Marvelous. The self styled Executive Officer of the glorious Empire heard the words, and heard the applause, and she found it to her liking when people of sense made a wise decision when it was entirely in their benefit. The rewards for their excellent display of unquestioning loyalty would recompense these warlords immensely when their charges thundered cries which championed this raw display of cohesion and what such cohesion could accomplish once citizens of valor showed their captivating colors. Of course Nicademus would make the logical choice in casting his lot in with a cause righteous. The woman, who now noticed was the only woman in the room, resisted glancing over to catch Colonel Raith's reaction to this showcase, expecting him to have that same stone like poker face. Astutely, she also makes note of the few men who are not joining in on the applause, going so far as to commit each face to her eidetic memory banks. It was no small wonder. In an assembly this size there were bound to be those who were pressed with other matters.
"Well said, your Excellency. Your Emperor maintains that each member of this great network works to their continued success, and through her vision, amalgamate those of a higher standard into a galaxy that will far surpass the reign of Sidious himself; because you have kept your society strong and true, you should not expect much in the form of internal policy changes unless they diametrically oppose the greater goal of this Empire. To that end, there are a number of things required of you. Firstly, we will need an order of battle from each warlord in order to properly assess the extent of our combined military strength. Secondly, a coalition made of up volunteers from all across Empire Space will be formulated into garrisons that will be housed on each Imperial world. Thirdly: we need to ensure that we open a trading corridor between the Inner Core to Kuat on one side, that will also be secure out from the Core, through the Expansion Region, and outwards to both Bastion and Eraidu -if you have a particular world set as a trading hub it will have to be included. Finally, I would like to know if there are any warlords among you who are interested in forming a task force that will lead an expansion expedition out in the Unknown Regions.. . ."
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Mar 31, 2014 15:33:06 GMT -8
Post by John Tien on Mar 31, 2014 15:33:06 GMT -8
The mention of Sidious' name snapped John back to reality and he began listening intently after that point and at the mention of the expansion force he immediately stood up, this could be his second shot at finding Cade, and perhaps to find and enlist the help of an old friend......
=John=
The Fel 9th fleet and her ground forces stand ready for this Task Force, however, I am hesitant to commit them if we do not have enough support, because if we expand into the Unknown Regions, then the Chiss and the Vong are sure to retaliate and I would prefer not to lose more of my people due to a lack of numbers.
Of course, this would most likely end in his surrendering of Thule to Afansé or another Moff, but the potential of the task force was too great to pass up
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Apr 1, 2014 7:42:19 GMT -8
Until now I had been sitting around bored. So far there had been nothing but speeches & boring trivia. Some of the other here were dressed in various finery, the type that offered no protection. Noticing a spot of dust on my black, Novatrooper armor, I brush at it. Unlike many of the others, I didn't wear any form of badge or rank identifier. The slight movement cause the helmet sitting on my knee to shift & I had to grab it before it fell. Unlike the old man, I didn't bother to cut my horns short, instead having holes cut into my helmet in order to allow the bony spikes to stick through like some kind of crown.
Finally something was said that caught my attention. Finally, something to be done. Hooking my fingers through the holes in the helmet, I stand.
-Marcos
What would be the goal of the task force?
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 1, 2014 8:04:39 GMT -8
Nicademus began to hear some raised voices, specifically from John Tien, Moff of Thule and a certain Major Marcos of a Novatrooper detachment. He raises his hand to get their attention and waves it casually.
Gentlemen, details should come after the other questions are answered. We must proceed with the questions that the Major has asked of us before getting to the topic of the Unknown Region expedition. I believe this is agreeable with us all.
With that said, Nicademus then sits back down in his chair. He glances to the right armrest and keys the holoprojector in the certain of the table. Screens lower and add a shade to the windows, dimming the room. A certain part of the table opens and a dome appears, coming to life within seconds to reveal a map of the galaxy. The Head of State keys it a few more times, focusing on the Deep Core where dark blue planets began to shine. Aargau, Aargha, Foerost, Ojom and Khomm, the entirety of the Imperial Remnant's planets, with the except of a few outer holdings like Thule. Nicademus gestures to the holoprojector before speaking further.
I hate to be the one to admit this, Major, but the Imperial Remnant has very meager forces at its disposal. Many of those who were here when I became Head of State have vanished and left with their military forces. To my knowledge, I only know of two standing armies. One stationed on Thule and another, my command, on Aargau. As for fleets, our records show only several standing fleets, some not to full strength. The Remnant only had the forces necessary to defend our holdings, but not enough to flex our might and expand outward. (Going off of my best memory guys. If you have more to add, please do so).
He presses a few more buttons as military, economic and population reports began to show up, lines attaching them to their proper planets. The Remnant had a booming economy and population, but military was indeed a suffering factor within the Remnant. The Head of State allows the Major some time to read them before speaking further.
Khomm supplies our clones but only makes up a fraction of our military forces. Thus the clones are put into more specialized and veteran regiments. The rest of the Stormtrooper Corps is comprised of volunteers and conscripts. At the beginning of my rule as Head of State, I sought consolidation and economic prosperity for the Remnant, which was achieved. But our military suffered due to my focuses...however, the Deep Core territories are slowly becoming thriving places in terms of population and economy. Its only a matter of tapping into the manpower potential to call up volunteers as planetary defense forces and sector armies.
Finally the Head of State turned his focus upon three planets; Foerost, Aargau and Aargha. According to the galactic map, these planets were a jump or two away from Kuat in the Core region. The route could easily extend from Aargha to Kuat or through the planet Vulpter on the edge of the Deep Core. Nicademus outlines the possible trade routes between these three planets and Kuat. The lines flash calmly as Nicademus speaks.
These are the best means of a trade route, Major. Aargha which is closest to Kuat out of the three planets in view or a route from Aargha to Vulpter, at the edge of the Deep Core, and then onto Kuat. I will let you and your superiors decide on which would be the best route for trade between the Deep Core and Kuat into the rest of the Empire.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Apr 1, 2014 8:13:56 GMT -8
I could almost laugh, if it wasn't depressing.
-Marcos
I have extensive Trooper & Terrestrial forces located throughout the territory I ... 'Govern'. Additionally, since the economic issues that came up in your brief absence, recruitment has risen 46% due to the reduced independent sources of employment. That also means that forced conscription is at an all-time low in my sectors. However, I lack anything more than the most rudimentary fleet elements.
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Apr 1, 2014 13:07:02 GMT -8
Post by The Major on Apr 1, 2014 13:07:02 GMT -8
A wide charismatic grin spreads across the Major's black freckled cheeks as her rather dull looking oval spectacles use their powerful and sophisticated lenses to record these proceedings in high definition. Thus every moment and detail would be further examined later for any loose ends. Sure, these men seemed loyal to the idea, but many of them had that bored look in their eye, that telltale gleam that marked someone as a dreamer.
Dreamers often make traitors or vipers; sometimes they make the best of friends.
"Your Excellency, certainly there is no shame in admitting your weakest points in front of allies. This Remnant has been designed to serve the mandate to its citizens in Imperial Doctrine, and has clearly done so. Otherwise, you would not be in office. It is defensive in nature, and do not think that your Emperor does not value this trait amongst yourself and your collaborators. Forward me a list of specifications -and do not take a 'less is more' approach with your needs- and the Kay-dee-why will get started on providing a fleet unrivaled in excellence. In the meantime the affirmative service and conscription act has been underway upon Eraidu for roughly a month. We can send you the man power you need to fill those gaps in your rosters, but we expect you will have to train them in your specific military doctrines. I would have to double check the figures from the Moff there, but I believe the estimated number of conscripts will reside at a million strong. You will have to divide them into divisions amongst your various unit commanders.
"As a token of good faith, I would like. . . She seemingly consults a data chart displaying names in real time, displaying all this in bright blue, holographic script which caused the outward side of her glasses to hum a bluish white. ". . . Moff Tien and Major Marcos to meet with me in a week's time in Kuat, in the Estate of Ten, in order to discuss further details regarding your various needs specific to the coming expedition."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 1, 2014 13:54:35 GMT -8
It seemed this Empire was ready to give what it needed for the Remnant forces that were joining it. Nicademus did not know of those who stood up on the more superior positions, but it seemed they had capable personnel and ones who acted swiftly. The Head of State glances at John Tien and Major Marcos. It was a saddening thought that these two would be gone for awhile, but it was for the good of the Empire.
After a few moments of listening to the Major speaking, Nicademus keyed the holoprojector to vanish. This time, other members at the table rose, looking at the Head of State as he was removing something from his chest. Soon his palm opened, revealing the sigil of his office. The Remnant no longer existed at this point and negotiations were pretty much done. Quietly, Nicademus sets the badge on the table with a soft click. The silence fell after a moment before Nicademus spoke up.
In the name of the Imperial Remnant, I hand over the office of Head of State and Supreme Commander of the Remnant Military, as well as all powers associated with those offices, to the true Emperor, Lord Sinistra. From this day forth, planets of the Imperial Remnant shall be recognized as a part of the true Galactic Empire and the follow the laws of the Empire. All officials and officers, armies and fleets, shall be a part of the Imperial Military that serves at the behest of the Galactic Empire and the government that administrates the Empire. I shall accept whatever the Emperor offers and wishes for me to do in the name of the Empire.
Commander Zarek stepped forth and barked for attention. Soldiers in the room and personnel snapped to it attention. While some did it in orderly fashion, Nicademus noticed those who slowly and reluctantly complied. Hopefully they would remain silent and not disturb the progress of the Empire. Nicademus, as a former Major General, snapped to attention as well. Valstrol Horica was the only one who didn't follow the display, remaining idle. From the silence rose a unison voice.
=All within the room=
Long Live the Empire! Long Live the Empire! Long Reign to the Emperor!
Once the shouts were swallowed up by the large room, all then turned to face the Major waiting to see what else she had to say.
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Apr 1, 2014 15:15:59 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Apr 1, 2014 15:15:59 GMT -8
Success. Pure, unrestrained success. It brought her great elation to hear the chant, and in an instant self created visions flashed through out her mind showcasing the internal galactic table top map turning red from its center -glorious imperial red, white, black, and gray. She just had one more thing, more a request than actual necessity.
"I have one more request, as an exquisite cog to another cog in this progress en masse: may I take your badge and present it to our Emperor? The symbolism of the act should bring immense satisfaction, since we each, even she, lay down our various scepters in commitment to a movement that transcends each of us."
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Apr 1, 2014 15:25:00 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 1, 2014 15:25:00 GMT -8
The request made by the Major was indeed a simple and understandable one. Proof of her success was always a good means of presenting the degree of success that was brought by these negotiations. However, Nicademus had another thought in mind. He slowly picks up the badge, looking at it quietly before gazing at the Major.
Might I offer an amendment to your proposal?
Members of the former Remnant turned their attention to Nicademus as he examines the badge quietly. After a few moments of thought to himself, Delvardus looked at the two lines of officials who once saw him as their leader. In a clear tone, Nicademus spoke an interesting offer.
Instead of you giving it to the Emperor, Major, perhaps I should travel with you and present it personally to the Emperor? To have a former leader present the badge of his office shows the sincerity of his submission to a greater power. To show that I regret nothing in these negotiations and that I accept the Emperor as my true superior and only sovereign.
Instantly murmurs rose from among the crowd of Imperial personnel. While some agreed with Nicademus and approved of his actions, others spoke of it being an act of humiliation on his part. To do such a thing was a humiliation upon his person and what he was to the Remnant. While approves and rebukes were made here and there, Nicademus kept his gaze alone upon the Major.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Apr 1, 2014 16:50:58 GMT -8
I stood with the others as they cheered. It didn't really matter to me who gave the orders. It didn't really matter that while I held power & command equal to the 'Moffs' in the room, I had been called by mys pre-struggle rank. The only thing that really mattered was getting elbows deep in a good solid fight. Crushing the enemy & driving them before me. Whoever the enemy happened to be at that point. Each of the 600 Novatroopers & the entire support staff based of the escort carrier that served as my personal transport were chosen for the same mindset. Nothing mattered but the battle. Everything else was just a boring waste of time.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Apr 1, 2014 18:35:05 GMT -8
Arriving horribly late do to some serious misdirection by some infernal aide de camp, who need not be bothered with any more, Admiral Aurel Pellaeon, no relation to the famous Gilad Pellaeon, moved into the room and saw that the proceedings had all but been concluded. That was a minor relief for him, though he saw a distinct, but brief shade of disappointment in Pawn, his male Falleen aide. He stood at the back of the room, listening to the general murmur in the room, catching that something important had just happened but not quite being able to piece together what exactly he had missed. He did recognize most of the officials in the room, mostly from briefings on each of them and their role in the late warlord power tangle. Pellaeon had his reservations about joining this new Empire, but much had changed of late, and so he was willing to play along at least until the players began identifying themselves and their assets. Pawn had his own ideas, but being a non-human few even considered that he had an opinion, much less asking for it. Pawn stood one pace behind and one pace to the left of Admiral Pellaeon.
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Post by The Major on Apr 2, 2014 8:20:07 GMT -8
Clever bastard. Of course there was no real need to take the badge from Major General Nic. The Fallanassi just wanted to touch it, hold it, bring it back proudly like it was her prize to bestow. Besides all this, it gleamed of symbolic power, and she so loved to make such tokens as nonsense. After all, she only wore a suit with no sigil or mark of rank. You either knew who this woman was or you simply did not. Still, he gave such a heart felt answer that even the morbid markswoman would not begrudge him for his honesty. After all, she was only the Empire's Mouth, and not its heart, or hands, or testes. This was not about her, but about the something spreading horizon to horizon.
"You are correct. You should be the one to do it since it is your office. However, be it far from me to relay unto you orders at any point but instead offer advice; you are needed coordinating the efforts of your people. The sooner you have the fleet specifications sent to me the sooner you will have a fleet. You also must ensure your influx of conscripts are appropriated expertly. And if there are any dissenters within your borders, I should suggest that now is the time to give them their rewards. Instead, come to Kuat with your Moff and Major, and while you talk with the Emperor your entourage and I will discuss other matters.
"Perhaps we can make a public display to boost morale while simultaneously announcing that the Republic's days are numbered by the Emperor's, and our, will."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 2, 2014 8:45:32 GMT -8
All Nicademus could do was smile. He had been given the chance to meet this so-called Emperor Sinistra and to see what sort of ruler this person was. He takes the badge, placing it within his breast pocket. He turns to Commander Zarek.
Prepare a small escort of a fifty Stormtroopers for me. And send orders for my fleet to meet at Kuat, I will have the Major inspect them if she so desires. Perhaps we can get necessary equipment upgrades and other necessities done for the fleet.
Zarek snaps to a salute, acknowledging the order. He departs the room quickly to relay the orders of the now Major General. Nicademus looks among those present, the many Imperialists of the Deep Core who followed his leadership all these years. His eyes finally fall upon a certain individual, a human male from the planet of Taris, the former capital of the Fourth Galactic Empire. Nicademus speaks up.
Moff Garek!
The Tarisian snaps to attention, turning to look at Nicademus.
Yes sir?
I am hereby designating you as the High Moff within the Deep Core sector. While I am away on business with the Empire, you will oversee preparations and necessary arrangements for the assimilation of Remnant space into the Empire. Gather the Moff Council as a temporary administrative body if you need to. I want everything running smoothly in the Deep Core for the Empire.
Yes, sir!
The Major General then turned to the rest of those assembled. Many would remain loyal to the Empire, but Nicademus could sense some dissenters. It was only a matter of time before they rear their heads and attempt to secede from the Empire's grip.
The rest of you, return to your homes and make all necessities in order for High Moff Garek. I want reports collected, updated and filed to the High Moff and the Council for record keeping and distribution to the central government.
All of them snap to attention, acknowledging the orders given. With that, many began to depart for their personal craft and transportation back to the Deep Core. A few remained behind for now, lingering upon the once proud capital of the Imperial Remnant. Nicademus stays on his side of the table, collecting necessary data chips for his trip and hopefully fruitful meeting with the Emperor. Valstrol Horica was seen nearby as usual, remaining quiet for now.
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Post by The Major on Apr 2, 2014 11:21:09 GMT -8
What do you know? The time flew and nobody had to be shot for a violent outburst. This of course meant there was somebody here either too cowardly or not stupid enough to declare their intentions openly. Reasonable actions, no doubt, but she, the Major, would find them soon enough. Hopefully there would be testimonials and strongly worded letters caked in selfishness and mortality. Nothing made a more entertaining evening than a man bumbling confessions before a firing squad using low caliber slugthrowers. Allowing most of the delegates and warloads the time to expel themselves from the room, the Fallanassi produces a datapad and begins to tap a number of commands before sending a encoded transmission to a rather secluded place. Afterward, she maneuvers around the table and offers the former head of state her hand, seeking to shake his.
"Nicademus, it has been a pleasure speaking with you. May the future see you as one of the Empire's legends."
Once that as done, the Major approaches Colonel Raith with a tight lipped smile on her face.
"I intend to survey the Deep Core's holdings and take stock of what they exactly need and who exactly needs what kind of charge. You can accompany me if you wish, or perhaps escort the Kampfgruppeführer back to Kuat."
She gave Gideon a certain type of look complete with an arched eyebrow. Hopefully he would interpret the subtext and expression to mean, "I'm going to see who is scurrying about for betrayal and recommend them for future liquidation."
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