Loki
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Jan 21, 2016 17:31:50 GMT -8
Post by Loki on Jan 21, 2016 17:31:50 GMT -8
Loki stopped eyeing the human male and female Zabrak warily, he steps up next to Bonmi and nods in concurrence with him as he asks about Adi. Loki inspects the Zabrak closer, her eyes look frighteningly familiar, shuddering once Loki looks instead towards the human male.'I'm Sal Vossak, forgive my Jedi friend here, he' has a tendency to be a bit official at times..We are looking for Adi, and we understand that you may be able to help us get to him before more unsavory parties.' Loki said glancing at Bonmi to confirm what he was saying.'And there are no need for blasters, as you can see we came to you unarmed.' As Loki said this he readjusted the bag on his back keeping eye contact with the human. Loki's voice still horse, sounded strange even to his own ears, no venom no vile, he sounded like his brother and it scared him even more. |
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Adi
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Jan 21, 2016 20:51:27 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Jan 21, 2016 20:51:27 GMT -8
Raxxie saw the two men, and listened as they explained why they were here. They were looking for that guy that they picked up on Dantooine....but why were they =really= looking for the guy? Raxana had picked up the transmission from the Jedi through a secondhand source, and she knew about the BOLO order for the 'Rogue Jedi Master'....
Jedi?? No Jedi had -ever- done what that guy did to those troopers in her experience.
Putting her hand on Gavin's shoulder to reassure him that she had it under control, she stepped forward...but she did not holster her DL-44...not yet.
"I can see right through you guys....cmon now...Think I was born yesterday....Jedi?" She put a lot of emphasis on the word 'Jedi'....She eyed up the large Zabrak with the Cerean, and narrowed her eyes. The man felt familiar to her, like she had known him in a past life...
...Either way, it was more apparent that they were more than likely looking to collect on some kind of bounty on the blonde man that was on her ship right now. She couldn't allow that, not before he worked off his debt to the Wayward Son. Tapping her leg with the heavy blaster, she cocked her head.
"Now, let's try this again....and I want the truth. What is your interest in this man? And don't even think about going for that laser sword on your shoulder...I would have three rounds pumped into each of your worthless, lying carcasses before you would even get halfway to the weapon....trust me."
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Bonmi-Ki-Skeel
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Jan 21, 2016 22:23:30 GMT -8
Post by Bonmi-Ki-Skeel on Jan 21, 2016 22:23:30 GMT -8
**Typical. Seems everyone always assumed the worst of someone while assuming they can get the best of the best of someone at the same time. Vanity was his favorite flaw. How easily he could hurt her ego and embarrass her. But that would be counter-productive. Besides, Bonmi already saw her action. A little tremor in the Force let him know the actions of the players involved. All of them. Seems the tall Zabrak has some sort of connection to the female. Bonmi looks back at the Big guy and then back at the female. He smiles broadly, and visibly under his hood. He lifts his left hand to his hood to lift it off his head, making sure the female SAW that he wasn't going for his "laser sword" as she so eloquently put and show his harlequinnesque facial scars. Making his smile a little intimidating. And touch horrifying. If you weren't used to seeing such things. A scarred visage courtesy of Death Watch, the armor he wore was Death Watch as well. Black armor with a red sigil on the chest plate. Mementos of the Holy War. Bonmi heaves a sigh, slightly at her assumption.**
"You assume too much young one. I only said I was looking for him and that my interests are purely academic. Which is true. Neither one of us lied about WHY we were looking for him either. So don't jump to conclusions. Since you are jumpy then you know where to find him. I have something for him from his children." **Which is true.** "So I would appreciate you relaxing a little bit. Oh and a little FYI, I was trained by Adi. Which means you know I am quick. You shouldn't focus on what's seen. It can be very distracting." **Which is true, in the sense of Jedi Wisdom. Which is highly unlikely she would understand anyways. He had to try though. Violence isn't something that Bonmi particularly enjoyed, but he didn't shy away from it. Negotiation tactics would always come first. Which is why Bonmi liked to talk things through first. He would reach out with his inner-serenity to calm the situation down. Something he learned from the Baran Do. It wouldn't change how people felt but they wouldn't be so hostile and mistrusting either. He would radiate this inner peace for all involved.**
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Jan 23, 2016 23:46:33 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Jan 23, 2016 23:46:33 GMT -8
Having packed the shop and left it and Doc ready to go as soon as the ship arrived, NCO had set off towards the spaceport to see what was taking Raxxie and Gavin so long. He'd given Doc his comm code in case he missed the others in transit. He borrowed transport to spaceport where he checked the logs and found the appropriate berth for the Wayward Son, and set off see just what the blazes was taking so kriffing long, as the log indicated the ship was still in it's bay. Approaching the hangar bay He saw Raxxie and Gavin talking with two strangers and stopped, one of the strangers was wearing familiar armor.
It had been a long time since NCO had last seen Kyr'tsad, and displayed so openly too. Perhaps the aruetii here knew nothing of the Kyr'tsad and it's atrocities. My hatred for the kyr'tsad exceeded even my hatred of the sorcerous jetii. I checked my options. I had two darts apiece that would end any beings meager life, so coated and caked with venoms and poisons it would be impossible, even for NCO who knows and has the antidotes on hand, to prevent the death of a being hit by either dart. But no, that would be to swift a death for a Kyr'tsad. But this wasn't a kyr'tsad, was it? His stance was wrong, and Raxxie wasn't shooting him. The man bore an interesting tool as well, NCO flicked his focus back to Raxxie, his hatred of the Kyr'tsad had nearly blinded him to the truth. This cerean was jetii. And experience had taught him to much focus on a jetii target ruined the fun. He'd take his lead from Raxxie here, chatter would suffice for now.
A rapid search of local records, made possible by his ever watchful vod Aya, gave NCO the most recent aliases of the two miscreants. Still, that card would be wasted if played up front, so he kept it in hand for now. Though the use of the spaceports PA system would be a nice touch for now. Overriding the rather basic PA access protocals he spoke clearly in and articulately in unaccented Mando'a, for all the space port to hear. As he spoke he watched Raxxie specifically, though his suit was tracking the two new arrivals indirectly, a less sure way of watching them, but a much more covert, less attention grabbing, way of watching a jetii. Unless the jetii knew what to look for, it would be hard, even with the force to find the source of the transmission. The port officials with their technical approach were having even less success, and likely wouldn't be able to do more than turn the speakers off by cutting power to them.
"Su'cuy gar be'Kyr'tsad jetii. Tion'ad hukaat'kama ibi'tuur?"
(Greetings Death Watch's jedi. Who's watching your back today?)
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Loki
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Jan 28, 2016 15:19:38 GMT -8
Post by Loki on Jan 28, 2016 15:19:38 GMT -8
Loki's brow lifted as he listened to the transmission, inwardly smiling at the bold challenge, he turned his head and looked at Bonmi. "Seems like you have a friend here in the spaceport." He said with a frown, his head turning back towards the small Zabrak and human male. "I am thinking that this is escalating a bit much for what are purely innocent reasons. If we were here under false pretenses, would we be so open about it, or would we just attack? And if I'm thinking right that Mando who just spoke is with you. Please we need to get to Adi just as much as you do. We are going to help him. And you have my word we will not bring him in." Loki said quietly, still looking at them both, but his cybernetic eye was scanning behind them, looking for a possible source of the transmission but picking up no signals it must be a pirate feed through the ports PA system he thought to himself, clever. |
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Bonmi-Ki-Skeel
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Feb 2, 2016 21:22:37 GMT -8
Post by Bonmi-Ki-Skeel on Feb 2, 2016 21:22:37 GMT -8
**Blasted Mandalorians. Bonmi's face gets stern as a tremor lets him know hostile negotiations are about to take place. Bonmi focuses inwards. He may have to move fast, but even that might not be enough. He utilized his battle pre-cog and Farsight in conjunction. Reaching out and finding exactly where the attack would come from. With his ability to utilize Force Affinity effectively, the use wouldn't be as taxing to someone who didn't know how to use the Force as well as he did. After all, he had Adi to thank for such hard and harsh conditioning. The Mando would not get the drop on him. He knew their fighting tactics extremely well. Death Watch taught him that much. Bonmi knew they where considered dar'manda. So sporting the armor would provoke this. Which added to the power of his expert use of combining the powers, he was ready and could rely on his own reflexes to avoid a surprise attack. Within a few seconds of the Mando getting tough Bonmi snaps a look to those in front of him. The look would give away that things just got real serious and could get real hostile in a quick second. A look few had the privilege of seeing, and even less privilege to live to tell about it.**
"Ni liser vaabir bic ures te linibar at haaranovor. Jorhaa'ir at ni troan burc'ya. Juaan Kyr'tsad cuyir adol. Kyr'tsad cuyir taab'echaaj'la. Guuror te beskar'gam Ni hiibir bic?"
**Usually this would provoke a fight. But if this warrior knows anything, they know no hut'uun jetii would have the balls to wear such a thing anyways. And definitely not in the mando'a tongue. Bonmi could be bluffing for all he knew. But most likely he wasn't. So if this Mando was looking for a fight....Bonmi was ready. Besides, most Mando's respect a guy who has a death wish. Hopefully this such Mandalorian does just that. Emphasis on hope.**
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Gavin Roken
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Post by Gavin Roken on Feb 5, 2016 14:40:34 GMT -8
Gavin tensed as the situation seemed to be careening out of control. There was no way of telling where the transmission had come from, nor did he understand what was being said. He grimaced as he stepped off to the side, putting a decent amount of room between himself and Raxana in case things got dicey. He can't block three directions at once, the pilot thought. His hand stayed next to his blaster as he scanned the area.
"Look, I'm not going to die for a man I've never met before, but you can be certain that I also won't drop a stranger into a Gundark's nest. I'll let Rax decide on whether the two of you are worth the trouble or not," the pilot said.
The female Zabrak glanced over at Roken, slowly nodding as he spoke. She reluctantly holstered her blaster and motioned toward the ship.
"We'll see what Skylar has to say about all this, but you'll have at least two pairs of eyes watching you." She smiled ever so slightly, knowing that she had purposefully left out the fact that the ship had its own small contingent of dangerous force users.
Gavin let out a sigh of relief as he headed up the ramp into the ship. He couldn't help but smile as he realized that he would be piloting something that was more than just a spaceworthy craft. As Raxxie led the others to find Skylar, Roken headed for the cockpit. Raxana clenched her fist, furious to find an empty ship. She slammed her fist against the wall.
"Gav! GET THE SHIP AIRBORNE IMMEDIATELY!" The Zabrak yelled as she stormed toward the cockpit. Roken swallowed hard as he powered up the ship. He was relieved that the fit she was having wasn't directed at him. The ship eased off the ground, the pilot leaving the docking ramp down for a prolonged period of time in case the Mandalorian didn't want to walk back to the medical shop. Gavin wanted to open up the ship and give it a test, but he knew that they needed to get back to the other new recruits. He eased the ship down on the street out front of the medical emporium.
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Kyp
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Post by Kyp on Feb 11, 2016 7:25:03 GMT -8
Kyp was just locking the door to the basement after nipping down to check on his current experiment. He knew he couldn't finish, which was more unfortunate for someone else other than him. His elongated, vainy ears twitched as he heard the unmistakable sound of a ship landing close by. He was expecting the crew to return in a ship and so was eager to discover what model it was. He hoped there was a roomy medical or cargo bay for him.
He rushed through the shop in a manner that can only be described as scampering to get a look at the ship. It had not landed far from the shop and it was a decent size. Kyp smiled and quickly rushed to get his person bag and rifle. Hoping that no-one would questions why a “doctor” had a long barrelled rifle in his possession, he also grabbed a box full of medical supplies and made his way to the loading ramp of the Wayward Son. He would be able to direct the crew to the boxes, all marked “Medical Supplies” and get them loaded onto the ship. He would be able to assist but only with one box at a time.
As the loading was taking place there was a much more gruesome and terrifying scene slowly playing out in the basement of the shop. The nearly pitch black room was surrounded by plain duracrete, the walls, floor and even ceiling were unpainted raw material. There was a single shaft of light that pierced the gloom, originating in the south-west corner and illuminating part of the equipment in the centre of the room. The only noise in the room was a slow dripping sound that many would mistake as a tap not quite turned off enough and slowly filling a sink. However to the trained ear the liquid could be identified as something thicker, more viscous than simple water.
As the Wayward Son landed near the shop the thrusters dislodged some material and expanded the opening that lit the room. The shaft expanded and took on a shape similar to that of a theatre spotlight. Suddenly the apparatus in the centre of the room was visible and the true horrow of the scene revealed. The reinforced metal table was bolted to the floor and the majority of a human female body was bolted to the top of the table. The metal bolts had been driven through the human's flesh in the centre of her limbs and connected to the table through holes in the major bones. The lower half of the body was missing and instead bionic, skeletal looking limbs look like they were only seconds away from being attached. The gap between severed torso and bionic limbs was merely a few millimetres, tantalisingly close.
Also secured to the table were various medical devices, a drip and monitoring equipment. To any onlookers horror, this equipment was keeping the subject alive. Not just alive though, conscious too. The terror displayed in the eyes of the subject was enough to being tears to the most hardened of eyes. The dripping was the being's blood, their very life-force, draining away from their severed midriff. She had once been a citizen of Bastion, who had fallen on bad times and ended up calling on some unscrupulous characters for some help. The galaxy was a ruthless place and soon she had no tongue and had been sold to Kyp for his own experiment. Blood seeping from her mouth and her lower torso, she tried to scream towards the light in a vein effort for someone to find her. There was no sound in the room, her silent doom had been sealed long ago.
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Bonmi-Ki-Skeel
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Feb 11, 2016 21:08:11 GMT -8
Post by Bonmi-Ki-Skeel on Feb 11, 2016 21:08:11 GMT -8
**Never ceases to amaze. No matter how many times in unfolds. The fear or contempt for the Jedi. But within that fear or contempt was always a certain decorum or modicum of respect. Whether or not they wanted to reveal themselves, the same deal always applied like treating a bonfire. With respect, and distance. Bonmi doesn't let his guard down but enters the ship as it's about to take off. He waits for his would be challenger, just inside of the ship where the ramp was. To make sure they met face to face.**
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Feb 26, 2016 17:13:23 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Feb 26, 2016 17:13:23 GMT -8
NCO ran to catch up to the ship as it lifted off, but didn't quite arrive in time to board properly. Instead he clung to the hull just over the port side engines. It wasn't a pleasant ride for the armored Gung, but he'd survived worse and this ride was no more lethal than any of the others. Rolling off the side of the ship as it landed, NCO wasted no time assisting Doc with the loading of his supplies. He utilized a cargo hover pad to load six crates at once, making relatively quick work of the small stacks that he had packed earlier in the day. He actively ignored the other crew members, unless they were helping load the cargo. His sensors noticed a hole in the street, but he assumed it merely led to an ancient sewer or some other sealed off tunnel system, and didn't investigate it due to his preoccupation with the loading. He kept his thoughts carefully regulated and did little to consider more than the next task. When the loading was done, he reported to Raxxy that doc and his gear were on board, and the ship could depart when it was ready. He also sent a brief transmission to his ride in that he had found a ride off planet and would catch up to them later. His ride had other plans but there was little enough they could do about it.
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Adi
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Feb 26, 2016 18:23:51 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Feb 26, 2016 18:23:51 GMT -8
She was seething.
Raxxie had gone into the ship to find the entire CONTINGENT of force users GONE. The Cap'n had DIED to save them, the ungrateful bastards. This was NOT going to stand. She said very little to anyone, just plotting the course to Naboo silently in her cabin, getting more and more pissed off the longer she sat there and plotted. They had a JOB to do, dammit....most of the supplies she had just negotiated for were FOR that blonde guy the other two were looking for.
Well, she was going to help them find him...for sure.
The Mandalorian told her that things were squared away, and that everyone was pretty much on board, along with the supplies. His contingent would catch up with them later...and she gave him their next location, along with her personal com channel.
"Make sure they don't take too long, we won't be staying for but a day or two. If they happen to miss us, they can just catch us on the coms. We can send them a message when we hit groundside in Theed. I think I know someone that can track down our wayward runaway there."
Nodding, and giving him the only smile she was going to be able to muster today, she turned and headed back to the cockpit of the Son. She gave everyone enough time to mount up, sit down, strap in, and hang on before she gave the word to Gavin. Seemingly not giving a good hoot about posted speed limits, the big man ripped into the skies, and orbit above.
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Ravelin
Jun 4, 2016 17:40:42 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 4, 2016 17:40:42 GMT -8
Unlike many worlds of the First Order, Bastion thrived under the military regime, led by the most wise and capable Supreme Commander. A number of regiments were being trained by loyal and longstanding Imperials who desired to show their worth and earn a place among the First Order's regime. Even as Empire Day was celebrated and a grand military parade was conducted within Ravelin, a personal transmission by the Supreme Commander was greeted with a roar of applause and cheers of praise towards Nicademus Delvardus. On this world, aliens met an unfortunate turn. Though Near-Humans and Humanoids were respected, Aliens and nonhumans were disrespected by zealous Imperials and die-hard loyalists who had fallen prey to the First Order's Humanist philosophy, which was fanned by the unseen hands of Supreme Commander's agents.
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May 14, 2017 19:23:45 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 14, 2017 19:23:45 GMT -8
One of the many core worlds of the First Order was the fortress world of Bastion. To this day, the Imperial citizens of this planet have become reinvigorated with the charisma and decisiveness of their Supreme Commander, Nicademus Delvardus. The regime has witnessed some interesting developments upon Bastion, such as the establishment of military parades that involved the local militia, former Empire organizations being reformed and a number of fresh recruits come from this world to serve in both the Navy and the Army. Some have even managed to achieve greatness as commanders and notable individuals. The people enjoy the resounding and promotional speeches, pre-recorded by Nicademus, that help ensure fervor for the First Order stayed strong and rooted within Bastion after Dantooine.
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Nov 11, 2017 9:57:35 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 11, 2017 9:57:35 GMT -8
With a number of victories scored by the First Order on many fronts, a new propaganda began to arise among the Imperial citizens of Bastion. Bastion had a long and deep history with housing those of dynastic ambitions and lineage, most notably were the three Fel Emperors, who had built up Bastion, after Pellaeon's departure, to make it a shining capital of the Fel Empire. Further improvements were done by previous Imperial factions, but none seemed to reach such a height. Yet, with the successes of the Supreme Commander, commissars of the First Order and propagandists began circulating new promotions. All of them sharing a common theme, the assumption of Nicademus Delvardus to the title of Emperor and establishing a new Imperial lineage, especially with news of the birth of his two children.
While this propaganda was circulated, Imperial forces, engineers, and scientists began making their crack at the closed Imperial Palace on Bastion.
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Ravelin
Jan 19, 2018 11:05:45 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 19, 2018 11:05:45 GMT -8
With the proclamation of an empire, no planet celebrated greater than Bastion, besides the capital world of Muunilinst. Bastion's deep ties with previous Galactic Empires and Imperial splinter groups aroused the fervor of the population. The week, following the proclamation, military parades, political rallies, and general jubilee crisscrossed the planet. Ravelin was at the center of it all. Practically, overnight, the planet became alive with Imperial activity as young sons and daughters signed up for the military and rallies were held in honor of His Majesty and to promote the ideals and goals of the First Order. It could easily be classified as a frenzy of activity and it showed that the people of Bastion were fully behind their Emperor.
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Garrick Needa
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Aug 14, 2018 7:49:26 GMT -8
Post by Garrick Needa on Aug 14, 2018 7:49:26 GMT -8
Bastion was a beautiful world in it's own right, for despite how heavily militarized it was, it was steeped in history in a way that many other worlds were not. True, there were such worlds as Coruscant, Korriban, and more, but this world was one of the major keys to how the Empire outlasted it's Emperor following his untimely demise at the hands of Darth Vader aboard the Death Star 2 in orbit of Endor. And it was this history that attracted Needa to come here. Truth be told, he was not on assignment, and he was taking this trip for his own purposes, though he honestly did not mind this one excursion, despite how sworn to the military he was. And although there were many wonders to see on this planet, he really came here for one reason. To see the gardens kept by Giliad Pellaeon. Truthfully, he wasn't technically supposed to be allowed to wander the gardens freely, the officer in charge could tell that he was simply a man who wanted to be left alone for some time to think. He remembered meeting Giliad, or as he was known to his comrades in arms, Gil. He admired the man, for embodying the sort of values he wished to see in every military man. When he entered the garden, he was set at ease. Something he had not felt for a long time. The orderly rows of plants, which were maintained even today as a piece of Imperial history. The garden was arrayed in neat rows expanding out from the spokes of the Imperial Emblem at the center of the garden. And it was here, following his roaming among the beautiful plants, that Garrick found himself. It was, indeed, a spot of tranquil. He had read many things about Pellaeon, and his methods. He looked up to the man as a bit of a legend, though he knew that in all his career, Pellaeon never once indulged himself in the same excess that other galactic leaders did. He was content with this fortress, his only real truly luxurious space being this garden. And it was, indeed, a very rich garden, though it would take someone who truly looked carefully to see the amount of care he gave to the plants here. He always kept them in a neat, orderly fashion, and it would serve as a place of thinking for many Imperial leaders after him.
Which was, in truth, why he was really here. He knew he was loyal to the Empire (some parts of it he liked more than others, but that was inconsequential). He could not say for sure, however, how far he would be willing to trust the new Emperor. True, he had shown a degree of professionalism, and he had not led him astray yet, but he still could not bring himself to trust the man. Despite everything he did, the level of strategic intelligence shown by him, and the amount of victories he had scored, he would not be willing to leap into the firing line for him. And this deeply troubled him. He liked to have absolute trust in his commanders, and he had seen that in Thrawn, the Emperor (at least until his demise), Pellaeon, and every other commander he had met. Perhaps the failure of the Emperor at the Battle of Endor had impacted him more than he had once thought. The command plaque and medals on his uniform felt heavy, as they carried a certain weight. He removed the Empire's Will medal from his uniform and held it in his hand. He usually never wore this, as it was cause for soldiers to immediately stand up and salute him upon seeing it, and caused him to stick out and be considered something of a legend, which he did not like. He knew it meant he had to be the epitome of what Imperials should stand for, as this medal was awarded to him for precisely that, and yet he still could not shake this doubt from his mind. And this doubt most certainly was not what every Imperial should strive for. He stood thinking in the middle of the gardens, unaware that he was not alone...
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Ravelin
Feb 23, 2019 20:38:06 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 23, 2019 20:38:06 GMT -8
Ravelin was alive with the news of the fall of the Galactic Alliance. A military parade was done every day for a week, the citizens waved the flag of the First Order beside statuses of the Emperor, and all listened to pre-recorded speeches of His Majesty in the wake of the defeat of their longtime foe. Bastion had not seen such a successful Empire in many generations and, now, the promises of their Emperor were being fulfilled. Bastion was a part of the Empire, a true Empire, and that swelled their hearts with pride.
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Garrick Needa
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Jan 25, 2020 17:27:54 GMT -8
Post by Garrick Needa on Jan 25, 2020 17:27:54 GMT -8
Bastion was the crown jewel of the Imperial Oversector, and as such it held host to the most elaborate, spectacular, and beautiful military parade in all of the Oversector. As the Imperial Anthem played proudly in the background, hundreds of soldiers marched in formation, all of their armors stamped with the gold insignia of the 212th on the shoulderplate. Crimson banners hung throughout the streets of the beautiful city, with citizens cheering the name of the Emperor, along with saluting the various important officers who came by. Garrick himself, though away on Coruscant, gave an address via holoprojector, praising the peace and pride of the planet, as well as the Empire as a whole, and toasting in the new capital, stating "may the Empire's star continue to rise."
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Adelar Tarkin
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Mar 30, 2020 5:34:19 GMT -8
Post by Adelar Tarkin on Mar 30, 2020 5:34:19 GMT -8
In the following weeks and months after the re-orgainization of the Oversectors into their current states, Adelar Tarkin had spent his time governing the world of Bastion - though not exactly challenging work due to the planet's extreme loyalty to the Empire, it was certainly busy neverthelesss. Military parades, displays of power, and all manner of such events had to be prepared and executed with careful attention to detail, in light of the fact that there were nearly always high-profile Imperials on world. And in this capacity, Tarkin excelled at his work, true to his family name. His extreme attention to detail and ability to converse well with even the most high ranking of individuals made him a natural fit for the job, yet his competency in administration and tactics made it such that he was not lacking in this regard either. Overall, he was simply proud to have received such a prestigious assignment, and had pledged to make the most of it.
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Dread Lord Havok
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Jun 13, 2020 12:24:05 GMT -8
Post by Dread Lord Havok on Jun 13, 2020 12:24:05 GMT -8
*one hangar technician to another*
"Hey was that over-lord tishel-whats-his-bucket?"
"Eh? whatcha bucket?"
"How would I know? My point is: his uniform was red."
"Zo. Whatcha? Ee wearing ah helmet?"
"I'm not sure. I wasn't paying attention."
"Eetcha wub wub."
"Well I guess its your loss. you could've given him a little salute, with your butt-trumpet."
"Shutta yub choobie Fetcha!"
"They do NOT sound like trumpets!"
"Wontonabee como zun zeer."
"They do. and they smell like, well, something only a mother would- strike that. I don't think you mother loved you."
"Echuta."
"You take that back!"
The technician not speaking basic starts laughing and the other technician punches him.
*fight ensues.*
*Deck officer arrives with Military Police and sorts them out... They end up back-to-back in shackles.
"So does that mean you're still buying me that drink you owe me?"
"Go woff, ya ok. Nano nano."
"... Yeah. I'll need to call my friend to post bond... Wait, You're my friend I was planning on calling."
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