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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 14, 2017 19:46:51 GMT -8
Delvin's fighter headed towards Ahto city. He felt the passing of Avidus, but knew not the man. Perhaps this is why I am here, he thought to himself. His ship landed. As it did so the Customs officer stood by waiting. After a few moments, Delvin opened his cockpit and climbed down. As he did so, he wrapped himself in an illusion.
The officer waited for the pilot. He was off his shift in a few minutes and sorely in need of a drink after a long day.
"So, what do you have to...." The officer stopped dead in his tracks. He was looking at the most beautiful Selkath woman he had ever seen.
Delvin smiled to himself, this was too easy. He grasped the Officer's mind in his weakened state.
"How about we skip the formalities, and get to know each other better?" He purred as he touched the Officer's shoulder.
Slack jawed, the officer managed to push the woman off him.
"Miss, you have to complete the customs form first. Then maybe..."
Delvin reached through the force grasping the Officer's mind in vunerable state.
"There is no need to stand on official business"
He whispered in a sultry tone of voice,
"We should get to know each other better."
Dutifully under the spell of Delvin's Force Persuasion (and to save time as Delvin's author is tired of repeating himself), the Officer repeated Delvin's words back to him turning and following the beautiful Selkath, the officer enttered a room alone with Delvin. Delvin smiled and beckoned him to come closer. As the Selkath embraced him, his eyes widened in shock and pain as a knife slid through his throat. With his dying gurgle, the illusion broke, the last sight he saw as his vision faded was that of a dark figure standing over him.
That was a bit too much, Delvin thought to himself as he slipped quietly out of the room. He turned and headed toward where the ripple in the force had come from. The headquarters of the Iron Fist. He had never been on this planet before, and yet he almost felt as though he knew where he was heading.
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Post by Samson "Reaper" Ordo on Apr 14, 2017 22:48:24 GMT -8
Samson waited for the ship to settle in the landing port. He was busy checking auxiliary systems when Raven made his comment. He responded with his iconic grunt, which seemed even more gravelly over the speakers of his helmet. Paying his rediculous compatriot no further attention, he ensured that all of the off the books systems were running discretely. The ship put out a subtle interception signal to gather local comm traffic.
Ears on the ground are live...
Flicking another switch, he activated the ships cyber security and defense suites to ensure none of the Togorian guards would try to trace his interference or board the ship without them knowing. Afterwards, the large mandalorian rose from his cockpit seat, ducking his head as he was too tall to stand at full height in the cockpit. Tapping into their personal comms, he relayed a message to Kaern and Raven
We are up and running boys. Suite is active. I will stay with the ship and keep an ear out for our target. My money is on him being in the IF base. Give me a hollar if you need back up.
With that, he killed his comms and made his way into the cargo bay to do last minute checks on everything. He was always the quiet one of the group,
and most didn't bother him for it.Clad from head to toe in heavy cybernetically enhanced beskar'gam, Samson was too easy to spot for delicate missions like this. He would draw attention. As such, he stayed on the ship, guarding it unless he was needed for back up, and that was rare. That only happened if shit really hit the fan.
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Post by Kaern Stormrunner on Apr 18, 2017 21:34:48 GMT -8
Kaern watched from the shadows, near the mouth of the loading ramp as Raven guided the customs officer away. Once he was a satisfactory distance away, the man stepped down and casually strode towards the main entrance way.
Clad in a heavy brown cloak, he appeared inconspicuous to the naked eye- this however was a simple ruse to allow him freedom to walk the streets without attracting undue attention. Beneath his robes, however one would see his true nature. He a set light metal armor set, consisting of pauldrons with a gorget to hold them, along with ribbed gauntlets, and matching shin bracers. A leather bandoleer that slung from his left shoulder to his right hip. The bandoleer held a variety of munitions and tools, but most notably it held his twin lightsabers, which hung on his upper back, unlike the conventional hip holsters that most force users sported. Underneath the armor, Kaern wore a simple black armor weave shirt and black slacks to complement it.
Kaern had just rounded the corner, walking into the main causeway when Samson patched into comms. The sound around him was deafening, as the concourse was bustling with merchants and travelers, eager to move their wares. He pushed forward, slipping into a crowd of zabraks and rodians. As he moved with the group, he scanned the area, making sure to steer clear of any patrols.
Find me a way in Samson...I'll take care of the rest.
He noted that security was substantially lighter than he expected- indicative that the government was either short on funds, or bodies...or both. He hoped it was the latter; it would make the prospects of the mission almost not suicidal.
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Post by Samson "Reaper" Ordo on Apr 18, 2017 21:46:41 GMT -8
Copy that, I will keep you updated
The colossal mandalorian shifted in his seat, leaning over one of the cockpit vid screens, at the moment it was showing an unremarkable report on the viability of space cucumbers in the intergalactic trade market. With the swipe, he cleared the screen and pulled up a command prompt, establishing a connection with the planetary Holonet network.
Well at least they aren't a total backwater...
Pulling up a secondary prompt, Samson began to run a decryption sequence, gaining access into the back channels and the government's network. A few clicks, an affirmative ping and a satisfied grunt later, he began to scan document contents. Maps, blue prints, ordinances and older maps- the city's infrastructure was his oyster.
God, I've seen better security on a Clan Ordo farm console...
He delved into the files, occassionally looking over his shoulder to make sure that none of the Selkath boarded the vessel. After a few more minutes, he found an opening. There was an old auxillary access tunnel for maintenance of Dun Na Manaan, probably used as an escape route during the Iron Fist's glory days. The tunnel ran into one of the maintenance tunnels that hid beneath the surface of Ahto city. There were no mentions of it in newer blue prints, so for all he knew, the tunnel could have been blocked off- but it was a start.
I've got your opening- an old maintenance tunnel that runs into the fortress. All you have to do is get into the cities maintenance network- I am uplinking the nearest entrances.
Samson uploaded the data files, including several city blueprints to their private server so that Kaern could access it.
And now we wait...
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Post by Kaern Stormrunner on Apr 22, 2017 1:32:14 GMT -8
Kaern raised one hand to his ear, reaching out to Samson
Copy that Samson, moving to nearest entry. Keep on the ready, I may need your assistance.
Kaern rounded a corner, narrowly avoiding a togorian patrol. He noted the location of a maintenance hatch; the closest one was tucked in an alley way near by. He made his way to it, hacking into the console so that he could lift the entrance lid. Once opened, he hopped inside, closing the door behind him. He landed on a grated platform with a resonating pang. Reaching for his utility belt, he pulled a datapad with a waypoint set for his exit and began to make his way there.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 3, 2017 15:45:59 GMT -8
Manaan was to witness a strange event that would shape the galaxy's course to come. It was an especially strange event when both Imperial and Galactic Alliance vessels dropped in orbit, but did not fire upon each other. After months of private negotiations between these two warring states, an agreement had been made between the two opposing leaderships to meet on the neutral world of Manaan to sign a treaty to end the Third Galactic Civil War. Enough battles and losses had been committed and both nations desired peace. Negotiations were done with the Ahto High Council, the new and native leadership of Manaan, since the fall of the Iron Fists, ensuring that the Selkath councilors served as arbiters in this matter. Once the green light was given by the native leaders, a date was picked and arrangements were made.
A Nune-class Imperial Shuttle entered the atmosphere of Manaan, escorted by a squadron of TIE fighters, to their designated landing zone. The Imperial Delegation was led by the Supreme Commander himself, Nicademus Delvardus, accompanied by Field Marshal Artemis Delvardus and Soku Ren, the undisputed leader of the Knights of Ren, that is to the known universe. A full platoon of First Order Stormtroopers and Imperial Knights disembarked as their leader's honor guard, though only four Stormtroopers and a pair of Imperial Knights would escort Nicademus and his other delegates to the High Council building on Manaan. The Imperial wore his usual black fabric uniform, adorned with the simple emblem of the First Order upon either of his shoulders. A dark cape flowed behind him with an Imperial cap resting upon his neat ginger hair. He was welcomed by a Selkath party, led by one of the councilors, who took them to the conference room where negotiations could begin.
The Supreme Commander sets his cap down upon the table, taking a seat with Soku Ren sitting to his right and Artemis to his left. The only security they were permitted to have was a pair of Stormtroopers which kept by the door in good order. This had been a long time coming, with a stalemate achieved on all fronts. The First Order had made great strides at the beginning of the war, but the tenacity of their opponents ensured that a status quo locked down all advances on both sides and all fronts. This forced Nicademus to seriously consider the proposal of the Empire Reborn faction within his military to reform the Empire in the hopes of rejuvenating the state. But that was for another time.
A Selkath secretary came into the room, telling the Imperials that the Galactic Alliance delegation had landed and was within the building. All three would rise from their spot, Nicademus leading the triangle as they walked to the middle of the table to meet the GA's delegates personally.
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Post by Soku Ren on Dec 3, 2017 20:53:42 GMT -8
*Soku despised the fact that he was here and indeed the very reason they were gathered in the first place. "Treaty" with the Galactic Alliance... and the Jedi. And of course that meant that he would be here... Oh yes, Soku had seen what the Jedi Master had accomplished behind-the-scenes and displayed on Caamas. Singlehandedly wiping out an entire First Order army, including several walkers, without any aid. First it had stunned him. Then he felt fear...
After the moment of weakness had passed, he only felt anger.
They had not come face-to-face once since before this war had even begun. They had stood upon the same battleground at Ossus, but their paths had never crossed. Soku almost wished they had... or better yet, that he had been buried in the rubble under the bombardment. In retrospect, it now made sense to him how the Jedi had safely evacuated en masse before the first shots were even called down.
Whenever he arrived, Soku almost did not want to dignify him with so much as a single glance. But alas, he had to be professional... Truthfully, it mattered not who came through that door, as he still hated that these talks were even to be had. He only desired that the Galactic Alliance and Jedi were both definitively crushed, not reasoned with. Unfortunately even he saw reason and knew that this was only a short-term response, perfect for cultivating the First Order's existing resources and becoming even more powerful. And Soku sought to create a galactic order... one that could not exist if the galaxy were left in the smoldering ruins of war.
Another reason a certain recent failed "raid" had also angered him.
So he stood in the conference, room, waiting, not bothering to take a seat. He stood behind the Supreme Commander like a bodyguard, but ready to act as a sword. He remained standing, scowling at the door opposite as he approached with the brothers Delvardus. He fought not to fold his arms and thus resemble a pouting child, mustering as neutral an expression he could muster. He knew it would not last the moment the door had opened, however...*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2017 0:23:26 GMT -8
The Acheron had arrived in orbit of Manaan not long after the First Order had landed ground side. Victor stood in the hangar bay, watching the world orbit just beyond the shield separating him from the vacuum of space. Triumvir Kitax Wulbull and Jedi Master Aerandir Calmcacil had both already loaded onto the shuttle, alongside a platoon of Galactic Alliance Infantry. A half dozen Jedi Knights and Space Rangers were also present aboard the shuttle.
Down below, Victor knew that the First Order delegation awaited. Finally ready and willing to put a cease to the current hostilities. It was not an ideal solution by any means. Many within the Galactic Alliance still called for blood. Others decried the atrocities committed by the First Order on Naboo. Such senseless and wanton destruction. Even Victor was surprised to learn that a commander within the First Order would have been so reckless.
But now was not the time to rush ahead. The government needed time to form and grow. War had forged it. But a temporary peace, no matter how short or long it may last, would temper the Galactic Alliance. They would need to work as one, and prepare for what ever the First Order had in store for them in the future. As it was, their own forces were stretched far to thin to maintain this pace. And recent victories would only serve to draw more worlds to their cause.
Victor turned from the Hangar Bay entrance and boarded the shuttle as it finished its final checks, before taking off into the vastness of space. A squadron of XJ7 X-wing starfighters soon followed it, as the shuttle made its descent down to their own designated landing zone.
Kitax was the first to disembark the shuttle. The Mon Calamari taking in the sight of Manaan. He felt right at home here, on a floating city. It was also poetic, that a world known for producing Kolto, which healed injuries, would be the site of a peace treaty between the First Order and Galactic Alliance. Bringing to a close, the Galactic Civil War that had raged across the galaxy for the past couple of years.
Victor followed close behind, with Master Calmcacil presumably not far behind. As the soldiers unloaded, Victor pointed to Angel and Phoenix, and a squad of Space Rangers. Indicating his choice for those that would accompany them into the negotiations.
The Selkath councillor that had come to greet them nodded in understanding, before leading the group into the room.
As was customary, Kitax entered first, adorned in typical diplomatic robes adorned with the Galactic Alliance emblem on his left breast. Victor followed behind, grudgingly wearing his Galactic Alliance dress uniform - which consisted of a pair of black pants and jacket, a cap, and knee high black boots.
Kitax reached his hand forward first, to greet Nicademus personallySupreme Commander Delvardus, Your reputation proceeds you... The stories certainly do not do you justice...Victor was close behind, standing opposite Artemis Delvardus. This was definitely more of an occasion for Rune Starfire to be attending. But they had agreed, that at least one of the Triumvir should remain behind. A Designated Survivor, in case the First Order betrayed them, or a third party interfered in these negotiations. Meanwhile, the pair of Space Rangers formed up behind the Galactic Alliance delegation, securing their own door. While outside, Angel and Phoenix waited with the other pair of Space Rangers.
And like that, the negotiations had officially begun upon Manaan...
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Dec 4, 2017 1:14:27 GMT -8
*Manaan... A storied world in its own right. Once home of the dreaded Iron Fists... a faction that had thankfully crumbled and no longer plagued the galaxy. Even now, Aerandir could sense its history, history that its residents seemed all too eager to forget, judging by the lack of the warmongers' emblems. The world was in healing... much like the rest of the galaxy.
Clad in his white robes, Aerandir strode forth dutifully, already having made up his mind ages ago that this treaty was the best solution they could hope for in the short term. He knew the peace couldn't last. He knew there'd be no true "peace" to begin with. But it was certainly preferable to open war, allowing them to focus inward and build up their government, their infrastructure, their people, and most of all their spirit. The First Order would no doubt be doing the same, but the Galactic Alliance needed to do better.
Of course, the identity of a certain Imperial representative hadn't slipped his mind. It lingered at the back, ever present, in a way taunting him. He'd at last come face-to-face with "Soku Ren," but circumstances prevented the Jedi from forcing him to answer for his crimes. For Ossus, for Deralia, and many others...
Outwardly, he remained stoic, even as the doors to the conference hall opened and revealed the trio of representatives awaiting them. The Supreme Commander himself, standing in the center, and just behind him... Aerandir's expression didn't change, and he noticeably spent more time scrutinizing the two Delvarduses. He attempted to pry at the Supreme Commander, only to find himself met with impressive mental resistance for a non-sensitive. The most Aerandir could garner was a sense of duty, something one could glean by a simple glance at the man. He was also, unsurprisingly, a significant shatterpoint.
Aerandir could have done it. He could have tapped into the pure flow of the Force and moved to take out Nicademus Delvardus the Fourth. Soku Ren would stand in his way only to fall in defense of his Supreme Commander, and the First Order would crumble without their leadership.
However, he could not allow himself to. He wasn't sure if he could have entertained the thought himself had someone else not suggested it previously. It felt... foreign. Black-hearted. And if he had done it, the aftermath would have been far too damaging for the reputation of both the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi. No... This had to be done properly. Staying his hand was an easy decision.
But Soku Ren... Physically he looked no different, if not slightly older. But he carried himself with a perverse confidence that contrasted with the rigidly stoic Jedi Aerandir once called a comrade. He could not help feeling somewhere deep within that this man—this creature—deserved justice to be dealt upon him. It was beyond personal... again, this was not the place. Killing him wouldn't allow Aerandir to understand what made him this way, or why. Someday, these two would meet blade-to-blade. It was very much inevitable. Until that day came, the Jedi would have to keep his calm and observe and learn...*
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 4, 2017 7:25:24 GMT -8
As the Galactic Alliance delegation entered the room, the Supreme Commander took what little he had before formalities, to examine those sent by their opponents. His eyes noticed Aerandir Calmcacil, Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, and the one responsible for the Caamas Incident. He was the most dangerous man in this room, with such power at his disposal to take out a full First Order invasion force and wipe them clean from the existence of this galaxy. He feared that his Imperial Knights would not be able to stand against such a man... perhaps only the Knights of Ren could put a dent in this white-robed Jedi. His eyes then notice Victor Marshall, a prominent commander in the Galactic Alliance Military, and one who the First Order fought over Taris. Lastly was Triumvir Kitax Wulbull, a Mon Calamarian who had been noticed as one of three Triumvirs, the leadership of the Galactic Alliance. If he recalled correctly, this one represented the bureaucracy of the nation, which seemed suitable for these negotiations.
His attention was drawn to the Triumvir who extended his hand to the Imperial. Nicademus reaches forward, grasping it firmly.
Triumvir Wulbull, I doubt they do me justice at all. I thank you, nonetheless, for coming and discussing a peace that we can all agree to. A peace that will help the galaxy heal its wounds and give it rest after this devastating conflict.
Seconds later, the Selkath arbiter would rise, gesturing for the parties to take their respective seats. Nicademus sat at the head of the table for the First Order's side, looking directly down the table at Triumvir Wulbull. These negotiations would certainly be shaky with what happened over at Naboo. Those atrocities only served to strengthen the resolve of the Galactic Alliance and force the First Order to seek a diplomatic end to this war.
We have a draft of requests to make to the Galactic Alliance. A foundation for which our discussion can begin upon and hopefully form the basis of our peace treaty, gentlemen. Field Marshal, if you will.
The Supreme Commander then glances at Artemis who pulls out a document, which is handed to the Selkath Arbiter. It was a rough proposal for the peace treaty on behalf of the First Order. The treaty dictated terms of various natures such as trade agreements, political restrictions, reassurances, and the likes. The most important of these details requested the withdrawal of Galactic Alliance and Jedi forces from the Dantooine system, which would be handed over to the First Order, in exchange for the planet of Jabiim. A planet that rested in the notable Triellus Trade Route and sat upon Mon Calamari's frontyard.
Among other details was the request of acknowledgement on First Order dominance over the Hydian Way and taxation on Galactic Alliance trade within the Core regions. After all, Taris and Brentaal IV, planets that sat upon vital trade junctions, were in the hands of the First Order. Trade routes that the Galactic Alliance surely needed to access the Corellian planets and other worlds within its grasp.
The Selkath councilor has a guard of its own hand the draft to Victor Marshall.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2017 10:52:30 GMT -8
You're welcome. I am just glad we could both see reason and have these talks...
As the Sekath rose and ushered them to their seats, Kitax sat at the opposite end of the table to Nicademus, with Victor taking a seat at the Triumvir's left hand side, while Aerandir would have the right hand seat. Victor was the first to take the draft written by the First Order. He then passed it to Kitax, with the Mon Calamari looking it over
And here is a copy of the requests we wish to make to the First Order. Reading this, I believe we sit much upon the same page here...
Victor produced the packet that the Triumvir's had worked together and written. It was first passed to the Selkath Arbiter, who then had it handed over to Artemis. As with the First Order's proposals, the Galactic Alliance sought similar trade restrictions, reassurances, and other such matters. Whereas the First Order plan outlined specifics for a trade of planets, the Galactic Alliance treaty outlined details on a prisoner exchange program, as well as accords to outlaw the use and production of chemical agents.
After the tragedy of Naboo, the Triumvir had all agreed that such weapons were tools of dictators and mad-men. Most modern day armour systems included systems to defend against biological warfare. The only use they had beyond that, was to commit mass genocide against civilian populations.
Kitax meanwhile, continued reading the agreements that the First Order proposed. Whilst he was not particularly happy about the higher taxation on the Core region, There were certainly ways to mitigate that. And they could not simply afford to continue this war over a increase in taxes on a Region the First Order had primary control of. The only counter they had, was tax increases for First Order trade down the Corellian Run and Trade Spine. Not that it would net them many profits, but time would tell
I believe a merger of these two documents should give both sides everything that they want... Certainly it will not please everyone on either side, but I think we can all agree, that compromises must be made for the good of both our Nations...
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 7, 2017 19:31:48 GMT -8
Nicademus calmly examines the terms proposed by the Galactic Alliance. In truth, the Supreme Commander welcomed a ban on chemical warfare. The execution of Yularen was an example to those who approved of it, silencing said approval overnight. The First Order's mission was to break the flaws of the Empire and promote a new form of Imperialism, better suited and more sound. No longer would the Imperials rule through fear and destruction, but obedience and loyalty. Chemical weapons only served to support the latter than the former.
The proposals were set down on the table, the Supreme Commander nodding, in agreement, with the merger proposed by the Triumvir.
I am in agreement, Triumvir. These are necessary steps for a true galactic peace.
A necessary peace, thought Nicademus. With the First Order's immense territorial gains, an evolution was needed, a transformation long desired by the Supreme Commander. The military, his officers, and his people were fully behind this evolution. By the end of this year, he would no longer be the Supreme Commander, but the Emperor of a new and resurgent Empire. A physical manifestation that would be planted within the galaxy as a rallying cry for all Imperials that would renew their momentum in the future.
I believe, for this program of the prisoner exchange, we should designate some worlds or worlds, with neutral allegiances or ruled third parties, to serve as exchange stations for this program to be of use and a success. Would you not agree?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2017 22:54:19 GMT -8
True Galactic Peace. Victor very much doubted that he would ever see such a thing in his life time. The First Order and Galactic Alliance both wanted to be the dominate power in the galaxy. And so long as they both existed, the fight would continue on. I none form or another. And even if one side or the other managed to succeed. There would always be remnants that would rise up to restore what they once had. Imperials and those hungry for power would always want an Empire. And everyone else would want their freedom.
If nothing else. These accords would only serve to bring a brief reprieve from hostilities. Long enough that the Galactic Alliance might grow in power and solidify itself. If not, it would crumble beneath the weight of what ever the First Order would throw at them next. The Jedi would then be left to pick up the pieces and perhaps a new Rebellion would rise.
Kitax nodded in agreement to the Supreme Commanders suggestion regarding the prisoner exchange program. There was but one power that the Mon Calamari could think of, that would serve that purpose quite well. Whether they would agree, was another matter entirely
I am certainly in agreement with that. Neither side can claim the other is setting a trap during the exchanges... There is but one power I could think of, that might serve such a purpose... I believe they recently gained a new Mand'alor, as they call it... If not them, then perhaps the Selkath would happily oblige the use of Manaan for such a purpose?
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 17, 2017 19:19:01 GMT -8
I believe the Selkath can be reasoned with through negotiations, Triumvir Wulbull.
Nicademus nods in agreement before handing the terms, given to him, back to Artemis, who in turn handed them to the Selkath arbiter. Once the Galactic Alliance had handed back the First Order's demands as well, the Selkath worked out the agreed treaty, the Treaty of Manaan, that would end the Third Galactic Civil War.
The Supreme Commander knew this was for the best. The First Order needed reorganization and further preparations for the inevitable future. They were not like the past Imperials that had been fought before, but a whole new breed entirely. With the continued advancements in their military technology, he would see this galaxy conquered and a new galactic order established under his rule. There were other internal things to address, but this was the long-term goal.
Soon the treaty was brought down by the Selkath arbiter and placed at the center of the table. Nicademus rose from his seat and proceeded over to the document in question. He grabs hold of a stylish and signs his name willingly. Afterwards, the Imperial handed the pen to the Galactic Alliance Triumvir.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2017 8:58:33 GMT -8
Kitax nodded in agreement, before following suit and handing the documents given to him back to the Selkath arbiter via Victor. The Field Marshal felt a strange sense of achievement and a passing on of duties, as the Selkath took the documents away to combine the two separate agreements into one. His attention turned toward the First Order delegation then, studying them.
Peace was about to come about, but that did not stop the man from taking the time to size up the people he had been fighting for the past couple years. After all, it was entirely possible he would be fighting them once again one day. And getting a good read on one's enemy, was an important factor in figuring out how they would react.
Kitax meanwhile, was considering the future of the Galactic Alliance. Knowing that there was still much work ahead to be done, not only by himself, but by his fellow Triumvir's. All of whom would need to pitch in and do their part in strengthening the federation they were building. No matter their personal politics and preferences. They would need to set them aside for the greater good of all, to ensure that the Galactic Alliance was strong enough to oppose the First Order. And maybe, just maybe, they could do it.
Kitax rose from his seat at the same time as Nicademus, meeting the man in the middle of the table. He accepted the stylish offered to him by the Supreme Commander, before signing his own name upon the document, on behalf of the Galactic Alliance. He placed the pen down upon the table then, before turning to face Nicademus
Peace... Good luck Supreme Commander... Let us both hope that this lasts for a long time...
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Post by Soku Ren on Jan 1, 2018 23:00:39 GMT -8
*Soku remained silent during the talks, standing just behind his Supreme Commander, eyes locked upon the Jedi standing across from him. His hate for these negotiations only grew stronger by the second, but he kept his thoughts to himself. There was an endgame for this still, and he knew that Nicademus had planned for such. But regardless of the Jedi's newfound abilities, Soku was not keen on halting progress for any period of time. Of course, it was hardly just one Jedi that led this initiative, but his twisted mind could not help blaming something else on the Jedi.
Once the terms were settled and an agreement was settled, he remained behind as the Delvardus brothers left the room. So too did the representatives of the Galactic Alliance, other than the Jedi. Even the Selkath seemed to sense the tension and gave the pair their privacy. Once they were alone, the Knight of Ren strode across the room to meet the Jedi in the middle.*
"I would kill you where you stand, traitor," *he spoke with a glare,* "but it seems this treaty disallows that route. Know, however, that you do not frighten me. The Knights of Ren have grasped an understanding of the Force to shame the narrow-minded views of Jedi and Sith alike."
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jan 2, 2018 0:09:21 GMT -8
*Terms were given. Documents were signed. Hands were shook. It was done, then: Open war was, for the moment, no more. Tensions, however, were anything but eased. They were ever present in this very room, swirling about Soku Ren like a swarm of angry insects. Aerandir was equally unexcited, for reasons that were similar in all but intent.
Neither of them, however, could do anything about it for the moment.
Once all was said and done, the representatives departed the room... save for Aerandir Calmcacil, Jedi Master, and Soku Ren, Knight of Ren. Even the Selkath aides left. As Soku took the first steps, Aerandir followed, striding towards the center of the room. If they couldn't settle things, they could at least have words. Despite being about a head taller than the Knight of Ren, the latter still carried himself with a confidence that seemingly masked his height disadvantage.
And then he spoke. There was the obvious intent to kill, the labeling of Aerandir a "traitor," the declaration that he was not frightened, and the boast that he understood the Force better than the Jedi... and the Sith. Aerandir found this last tidbit especially curious, as it was the only thing that came from Soku's mouth he hadn't expected him to say.
Instead, he replied,* "'Traitor'? You realize your entire fall from the light can be summed up as 'I'm mad because I got demoted,' right? I've waited a long time to give you a piece of my mind, Jacob, ever since your little 'coming out party' on Muunilinst. Your crimes against the galaxy deserve to be answered for... but you're right. This treaty stands in the way of that."
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Post by Lone Wolf on May 4, 2018 21:03:19 GMT -8
Landing the man stepped from his ship. He was familiar with the city but much seemed to have changed. The flamboyant militant air which one would expect on Manaan was apparently gone. So too was the reciprocal ear-splitting howl of pipes. He walked about dispassionately observing. The city seemed dead in an odd way. Lifeless. He sighed thinking change, so oft automatically associated with improvement, was not always a good thing. And with that thought he walked along slowly taking in the scene, which oddly enough amounted to pretty much nothing. Breathing in deep he attempted to grasp the feeling of nothingness in the air. His observation complete in but a short time he worked his way back to his ship. Glancing back but once hatch shut, engines roared as the ship lifted up and was gone
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Is mimic a bhris beal duine a shron - often a person's mouth gets their nose broke
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 8, 2018 17:03:36 GMT -8
A man worked diligently on a small freighter. The girl closed the distance between the man and herself drawing a dagger in right hand stealthily she slipped it between two vertebrae pushing it effortlessly through the neck left hand grasping a handful of hair on the man's head. With a sharp twist at the end of the movement, she pulled back laying the gyrating body under the ship. Boarding she took a sweeping look around. Firing up the ship took but minutes and it lifted off disappearing into the clouds
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Luca
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I am honored and grateful that you have invited me to your daughter's wedding....
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Post by Luca on May 31, 2018 18:33:03 GMT -8
Deep within the urban sprawl of Ahto City the remnants of Dubh Dynasty were kept away from harm. A familiar pattern was easily discernible recognizable in Dubh births; all were female. Another was the significant number of multiples among them. The outrageously wide distance which An Tiarna had spread his seed across also became painfully evident. The girls were now mature and not surprisingly exceptionally violent….
Luca, the monster man An Tiarna unleashed on ill fortunate enemies now sat guarding over the hellions that were the spawn of An Tiarna’s loins….
-Luca-
“Babysitting.... It could be worse. "
The presence of invaders didn’t move him in the least; at best he would avoid them at worst confront…. Worse for who many would not care to see….. He looked over a list in hand then up counting
-Luca-
"1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… ummm… where was I? Ya. 7, 8, 9…. 10. Ok. 11...."
Looking down again then up he spied a girl - Twi’leck. Nodding his head
-Luca-
12! 12 li’l Dubhs! Ok. It's a nursery rhyme.
Lighting a cigarette he paced watching the window.... Luca kept a close eye on the surveillance. No corner was being cut – not in the least. Six men accompanied him. Two more were on surveillance cameras that covered the entire surrounding area on multiple screens. Confederates among the native populous worked around the clock tending to all their needs and tipping them off well in advance of any moves on them. Luca had lived many a year going to the mattresses, as they called it when in order to protect themselves people went to safe houses with soldiers who slept on the foor in shifts guarding over them. His people did not abandon old ways and as such survived. Luca watched over the group…. What a sorted crew he thought. At one his chin dropped. A… centaur? How exactly – and just how drunk was the Old man to perform the deed necessary to produce that thing? Luca broke from his thoughts and went back to working
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