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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 2, 2020 20:14:55 GMT -8
Alternatively known as the Imperial Auditorium, or the Grand Reception Hall, this chamber is vast, so much so that people estimate that a Victory-class Star Destroyer could fit in it! It is the hub of all traffic within the Imperial Palace, in which the first several levels of the complex are seen as rings along the sides, and neatly divided into two major sections. The largest of which is where dignitaries and functionaries gather and converse, while utilizing the turbolifts to the various parts of the immense complex. In the secondary room, heavily guarded by Imperial Guard Stormtroopers and Imperial Knights, as where the Emperor meets with audiences in person. A throne does not occupy this room, but rather a simple Admiral's chair, metallic and grey in appearance, flanked by the Praetorian Guard. If ever Nicademus is not present, the Grand Marshal Baltasar Delvardus serves this role as a close confidant of the Emperor. Otherwise, there are a number of other high-ranking officials that fill this role when need be.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 3, 2020 12:23:05 GMT -8
The Convocation Hall was packed, to a degree not seen since the Galactic Empire of old. Newly refurbished and rebuilt, the hall was glistening with its new architecture and humming with activity as a grand Imperial gala was underway. All kinds of persons, from across the Empire and her allies, had gathered within these halls to converse and enjoy themselves on this special event. Works of art were brought out of storage, allowing the visitors and guests to view pieces that had been on Coruscant for centuries and millennia at a time. A great amount of effort was putting into this celebration as the world outside of this building was already in a frenzy, celebrating in their own way. Fireworks occasionally were seen through the large windows, causing some to pause and witness the bright colors that flashed across the sky.
Yet, as all gathered within the Convocation Hall to enjoy this wondrous occasion, the Emperor was situated behind the throne room, examining himself in a mirror. Tonight was a rare night as, unlike his usual black and grey uniforms, Nicademus wore a white uniform, a color worn only by those of the Grand Admirals. It did not have the medals and honors of those uniforms, but rather a cape with a crimson fabric underneath covered his shoulders. It was held by a sting across his collarbone which was linked to the other side with a pin, depicting the First Order's emblem. With him were his brothers Baltasar and Brock, his wife, Empress Faina, and their two children, Octavian and Fiora. Baltasar wore his usual Grand Marshals uniform, black in color. Empress Faina wore a crimson dress, adorned with gold. His children dressed in fine clothing too. Nicademus smiles, walking over to his son and daughter. He squats down, adjusting one of his son's buttons and moving some hair on Fiora's head behind her ear.
Outside, in the throne room, the Praetorian Guard gathered to escort the Emperor and the royal family to the other side of the room and into the main lobby of the Convocation Hall. Stormtroopers of the Imperial Guard, dressed in black armor with red stripes, made up the rest of the detail. The door hissed, causing some of the Imperial officers present to turn their heads, as the Emperor walked out, with Faina at his side, Fiora holding his left hand and Octavian holding his stepmother's right hand. Baltasar stood beside Brock with the two of them behind Nicademus and Faina. Within the silence, and seclusion, of the locked Throne Room, all present would turn formally and kneel before their Emperor. A simple gesture of his gloved hand, while his lips uttered with words 'Rise' caused them to do so. Nicademus gives a nod to one of the officers who salutes and goes off to make the announcement at the front door of the Throne Room. With one look at Faina, Nicademus begins making his way too.
The officer walks through the doorway and steps up to a podium, made at the foot of the stairs. Keying in his comlink, the officer speaks.
=Imperial Officer=
Ladies and Gentlemen, without further delay, I ask that you all welcome His Imperial Majesty, Nicademus Delvardus, and the royal family.
The officer keys off his comlink and steps away from the podium as the doors to the throne room open, revealing the Emperor in his white uniform, the Empress in all her glory, the heirs of the Empire, and loyal brothers of His Majesty. Stepping down the stairs were the Praetorian Guard who came forth first before Nicademus began making his way to the podium.
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Post by Vilim Ju'oda [RETIRED] on Jan 4, 2020 3:40:41 GMT -8
Ju'oda wears his moff regalia, including the insignia and an armband with the Imperial sigil. The clothes were pitch black, made of of the best synthsilk. He knelt diligently and then raised from the floor, as indicated. The moff's striations look reddish, pulsating in the throne hall's light; his adrenaline levels were probably high enough. The setting was grand enough -it seemed the emperor spared no expenditure or trouble to fully inaugurate his Imperial rule over Coruscant-. He calculated mentally the likely costs. It was nothing compared to what was needed to build a Resurgent-class, millions of credits, but it still probably worth some lesser planet's yearly budget. Among all the present High Moffs, Grand Admirals and high-born noblemen, the Brentaali governor was a second-class regional officer, but still, one had to partake in such festivities. And he wasn't as insignificant as one could presume. Ju'oda readied his mind for the sure to come conversations and usual socializing after the main event. He could be charming, when he wanted to.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Jan 4, 2020 7:44:48 GMT -8
Being among the present naval officers, Grand Admiral Jenia Kasalle had arrived at the gala among the officers as well, wearing this time a black uniform without further glamour, opposed to the last time when the Emperor held a gala aboard his Executor-class Star Destroyer. It was surprising how quickly things had changed over the course of time, when she started her career within the navy as an ensign, as back then the Imperial Remnant wasn't unified into one major force, wheras Coruscant was a neutral moloch without any order, upheld by a major gouvernment. And now, she stood here, within a restored convocation hall, awaiting the presence of the Emperor as one of the Imperial Navy's finest admirals, commanding with the Charybdis her very own Star Destroyer and a fleet behind it.
Like many she was a veteran by now... and standing here, at the very heart of the former Galactic Empire, filled her heart with even more pride than back, when she witnessed the ceremony recently at Muunilist's High Port. It was a glorious moment, so surreal that it seemed like a dream - yet the dream of the Empire was now reality once more!
No matter her tasks and duties, it was one of the few moments, where Jenia felt pride.
Pride of being a member of the strongest gouvernment within the known galaxy.
At this day names of former opponents like the Galactic Alliance and its remnants and new arising threats are forgotten for the moment, as Jenia could enjoy briefly the fruits of the First Order's hard work, the golden era of a rising Empire. The galaxy was theirs - and the Emperor, the man who once appointed her into the rank of Rear Admiral, was now more powerful than the Fels ever were. A man, now nearly as mighty as once the charismatic Chancellor and Emperor from Naboo, Sheev Palpatine once was in terms of domain size.
Thus she felt proud to fight for an Empire, which has finally achieved, what many have dreamt.
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Post by Neith Ren on Jan 4, 2020 11:21:03 GMT -8
Neith had been on Coruscant for the past few weeks, having wrapped up her mission here and decided to stick around for the expected celebrations. As such, she had already mingled with the crowd clad in her usual imperial officer looking outfit and with her helmet fixed firmly upon her head. Despite having revealed her identity to a handful of people, who she was would continue to remain a mystery to the wider Order and the rest of the Galaxy. The last thing she needed was someone trying to exploit that information, especially given the kind of work she undertook. And those that knew who she was had been sworn to secrecy, under threat of her ending their lives rather swiftly.
As she continued to make her way through the crowd, she passed by Jenia. Her head turning ever so slightly towards the Rear Admiral and giving her the slightest of nods. The action so brief that one would not be mistaken for missing it, as Neith's attention went forward once more as she kept moving. Coming to a stop briefly when the arrival of Nicademus and the royal family was announced. Her attention settling upon the Emperor as he moved toward the Podium
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Post by Dah'lis 'Azure' Vao on Jan 6, 2020 7:49:53 GMT -8
Much to the woman's displeasure, Dah'lis wore the traditional armor of the Imperial Knights. It felt restricting and uncomfortable, but after the trouble she had already got in with the Emperor, now was not the time to test boundaries further. As one of the junior members of the Knights, she stood to the side and watched over the crowd. She couldn't help but notice, as with most events like this, she was one of the few, obviously, non-humans. And it made the glances she received all the more annoying. Why couldn't they look at the art displayed, instead of an Imperial Knight just trying to do her job?
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Post by Shel Hu on Jan 6, 2020 8:23:11 GMT -8
Shel had a sense of awe about her as she arrived on Coruscant. It had been the seat of the original Empire she had served, back when Palpatine was still in control of most of the galaxy. But now it was different. She had always hopped to walk it's halls, an honored victor of her Unknown Regions campaigns. But here she was, feeling the weight of the Core's gravity, needing a cane to help support herself. Her First Order uniform was immaculate, she had been sure to have it made so when she received the invitation to this event.
The hardest part had been when the Emperor made his grand entrance. She had bowed. The way down had been easy, but now, fighting against gravity, she almost broke a sweat getting back to a standing position. But now she would endeavor to enjoy herself, as much as possible.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 6, 2020 10:39:06 GMT -8
Harnan stood out amongst the crowd clad in his armour. He stood like an imposing statue just behind Shel, giving the slightest of bows when Nicademus and the Royal Family entered the Hall. His attention more focused upon the Fleet Admiral than upon the Imperial Family. He knew the kind of struggle and effort it took her to be here so soon. He also knew she needed to enjoy herself, and so kept his presence as minimal as possible, so as not to keep anyone from approaching her
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Post by Standash Thul on Jan 7, 2020 11:44:45 GMT -8
The circular nature of the Galaxy was not lost on Standash. She started off everything in a room and event like this, on this same planet. So much had happened and nothing had changed. She was once the head of state for hundreds of worlds. Only for the minutes, it took to bring that retched system to the ground, but still, she was once Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. Then she was President of the Galactic Alliance Senate, the highest elected position there. Now here she was back on a world too big for anyone, but one she once ruled. All of this before her 24th birthday. Not everything had changed, she was still the same person she always was. Looking for the next step, always watching for the next opportunity. The same drive was behind her.
The irony of everything was not lost on her either. The once Crown Princess of Alderaan, now serving as an Imperial Moff. She looked at the shoulder of her dress where her rank served as the clasp. She didn't see this coming from the start, but she saw it soon enough. Democracy had failed. She was proof of that from her time as Supreme Chancellor. They were so easy to bend toward her goals, few of them realizing what she was about to do. The GA could never have the strength it thought it would, it would always fall against the drive of the First Order. The only option was to join that drive. So she did.
She smiled looking at her dress, one thing had changed. Before at an event like this, she would push to be the best-dressed person there, to get every eye on her. An event with the Empress, that was no longer the goal. Instead, she looked to her assignment for inspiration. The black dress fit her perfectly, of coarse, with a single shoulder strap. Around the clasp were white beads in the shape of a star. More beads at her waist as a belt. Subtly at the knee, the dress became more and more red ending in a crimson at her feet. She pulled from the Academy and the colors they produced.
Carida was not her first choice of assignments, but she could see why the Emperor gave it to her. He had proven in many areas of her life, the military wasn't on that list yet. This was her opportunity, one she wouldn't waste.
She walked down into the hall, later but still well before the royal family arrived. She changed her walk to one of purpose, instead of the glide she normally had at these functions. She had yet to interact with many in this room, impressions were key. The Emperor was being announced, she knelt letting her dress extend around her in a circle. The symbol of the empire clear from overhead.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 8, 2020 14:26:15 GMT -8
Dressed in his white uniform, Nicademus approaches the podium. For those further in the back of the Convocation Hall, holoimages of the Emperor's visage appeared in small floating holoprojectors. He would begin speaking moments later, his speech within the Imperial Palace being sent throughout the Empire through the HoloNews Network.
Today, we celebrate a crowning achievement. The achievement is not the conquest of Coruscant, neither its annexation. Today, we celebrate its liberation from neglect, its liberation from the darkness of gangs and criminals. The restoration of order and peace. Its return to prominence as the shining jewel of the Core. Its role, once more, elevated to the greatness that this planet has always deserved as the center of nations before.
Outside, the fireworks and celebrations began to cease as citizens turned to the HoloNodes that were displaying the speech from within the Imperial Palace. Below was a highlight of the news, 'The Emperor's Speech of the Liberation of Coruscant.' It flashed to all watching and listening in across the planet, the sector, and the Empire. Outside, it seemed like activity ceased to hear and watch what Nicademus was saying.
...I do not come to this world as a conqueror nor a commander of armies, but to see this world rebuilt. To see it thrive as it did before my time and other generations before! Coruscant was blighted by the taint of criminals who sought to make this beautiful world their playpen! Their means of revenue that would do nothing but enrich themselves at the expense of the good citizens of this world! Coruscant, and her people, deserve more than this.
Outside, there was a general murmur of agreement among the citizens, though there were those present and unseen who spat at the words of the Imperial. There were those who were agents of the Coalition, sympathizers of the old Republic, and people who felt that this wasn't freedom, despite the Imperial Military helping the people rather than suppressing them. Still, the destruction of the gangs had brought love to the Empire.
Back within the palace, the silence continued as the Emperor spoke.
I want to this world shine as it once did. But not simply as a world of the Empire, but as her capital! Coruscant will once more be the prominent capital of a galactic dominant government as she always has been before! The First Order will bring you security, order, prosperity, and more. And Coruscant will never falter again! She will never know darkness! She will never know neglect! She will rise again to be the beauty she was before! And together, people of Coruscant, together we will ensure she never falls again!
At the abrupt end of his speech, with the Emperor's fist in the air, outside, Coruscant erupted with cheers of 'Long Live the Empire! Long Live Delvardus!' Fireworks went off in great amounts, indicating the general population's approval of the Emperor's words. Within the Imperial Palace, applause was heard, echoing off the walls as Nicademus stepped down from the podium. The Empress joining with his arm once more and bringing the children together. This allowed for some shots by journalists and reporters of the the HNN before Stormtroopers came forth and dispersed them with raised palms and indications to back up.
A group of Stormtroopers came to take the children away, allowing for the remaining persons of the Delvardus family to join the festivities. The Praetorian Guard did not stray far from the Emperor as he began speaking with old friends, respected subordinates, and welcomed visitors.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jan 8, 2020 20:18:51 GMT -8
Unlike most of the other Knights present Xeonon was one of the few not scheduled to work tonight. He was unsure if it was luck, nepotism or if there was some purpose to it, however he was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not wearing the traditional armour of the trade Xeonon instead opted for a bright red suit, with an orange undershirt and green tie he looked like a real joker amid the Moffs and other important dignitaries dressed in their Imperial regalia.
Walking through the crowd of people Xeonon did not stop to look at the art he instead payed more attention to the people. Having spent the better part of his time since returning to the Empire beside Nicademus protecting him it was a force of habit at this point. With few exceptions everyone here was harmless, but you could never be to careful. Receiving many a sneer due to the reputation he had earned by many of the people he made his way to a familiar face. Walking up to Dah'lis 'Azure' Vao he nodded Anything going on worth note Vao? Much like the others in the room Xeonon had scoped out the half breed. Like all the others on guard duty there was an air of focus to her but there was something else. Something he had seen on one of the other non humans within the Order. It was the same look all the non-humans had, and honestly he couldn't blame them considering half the people present had bigoted views of non humans thanks to the old Empires point of view. It was hard to remove even after all this time.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Jan 11, 2020 17:22:45 GMT -8
Although Brock had kept to himself as the Royal family had waited enter the convocation hall he couldn't help but watch his "family" as they interacted just a few feet away. The cold looks from Baltasar weren't a surprise, in fact Brock almost welcomed them in comparison to how readily Nicademus had seemed to welcome him as part of the family, despite the circumstances of his birth. To most of the people in the room he'd been nothing more than a bodyguard until Nicademus had revealed who his father had been. He kept his gaze averted from Faina despite the fact he could feel through their bond that she was concerned about him. He hadn't been able to face her since the brief meeting where Nic had revealed his parentage to the rest of the family. It was all still to confusing. Brock regretted letting the Imperial Protocol officers talk him out of wearing his armor. The Red Uniform he wore wasn't quite uncomfortable but it felt wrong all the same. It was cut with the same lines as the standard dress uniform of the First Order but it was made in Imperial Knight Crimson and had no markings aside from the First Order Logo where a rank insignia would usually be placed.
He stood uncomfortably through the introduction and speech. It wasn't a bad speech by any standard but he just couldn't feel like he belonged. Once the kids were escorted out and the family seemed to be dismissed Brock was the first one to slip away looking for a friendly face in the crowd. It didn't take long before he spotted Xeonon speaking with Knight Vao. Approaching the two he forced a not particularly convincing smile on his face as he made a lame interjection into the conversation. "If this is what they're going to make me wear from now on I may have to go back to the jedi." It was followed by an equally unconvincing chuckle as he attempted to do something other than feel out of place.
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Post by Dah'lis 'Azure' Vao on Jan 11, 2020 17:51:47 GMT -8
Dah'lis was surprised when Xeonon approached her. He was a man she knew very little about. She had joined the Knights and heard rumors of betrayal from him, and a great deal else, but always had the mind not to worry about such things. And here he was, back in service to the Emperor and one of his favored body guards. So perhaps it was a blessing that she had opted out of digging to far into the tales, so that now she could meet him with out any sort of... bias.
Sadly, no. Otherwise people would be looking at that rather than me... It would be one thing if I were in what I usually wear, but come on, I'm not even flaunting it-
At that moment she noticed the acting Grand Master, and now half-brother of the Emperor within ear shot. But he seemed to have other things on his mind than scolding the young knight for complaining about her duties.
Sir, if you'd like I can go get your armor? ...Please?
She felt even more eyes on them now. Between her, the loudly dressed Xeonon, and the Emperor's half-brother, they may as well be the nights main entertainment. A thought that mad Dah'lis particularly uncomfortable.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jan 11, 2020 17:51:52 GMT -8
Giving Brock a quick once over he couldn't help but smile. It wasn't mocking or unkind but he hoped it would reassure the man. I can tell you from personal experience. Don't leave the Imperial Knights. Especially over something as inconsequential as a snappy outfit. Reaching out he grabbed onto the mans shoulder. Im not sure why you would want to leave, I heard the news. There are worse things in life than being related to Nicademus.
Removing his hand Xeonon flicked the lapels on his own suit. Lets be honest it could be worse, you could be dressed as a literal clown.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Jan 11, 2020 18:04:02 GMT -8
Brock's smile became a little more genuine with the other man's reassurances. He hadn't truly intended to leave the Imperial Knights. As much as he felt out of place in general at the moment leaving the knights would leave him truly adrift in the galaxy. He knew there was still much he could do as steward of the order, and perhaps his newfound connection to the Emperor could help, but he had a feeling it would hinder some things as well. "I'm sure there are certainly worse things that could happen, but you wouldn't know that from the looks Baltasar gives." He chuckles slightly as he gestures in the general direction of the grand marshal. "It isn't so much that it's a bad thing so much as I once knew my place in the galaxy and now all that has been tumbled around a little." He pulls out a couple pieces of home made Nerf Jerky from a small bag in his pocket and offers them to the two Knights present despite the large amount of catering already present in the hall.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jan 11, 2020 18:44:45 GMT -8
Looking over at Blatasar he did not envy the man. He was surrounded by those wishing to curry favour with him. All around them the same thing was happening, junior ranks befriending one another or grubbing up to an older more experienced member of their respective corps. It just so happened that, not only was Baltasar the Grand Marshal but he also had the luck of being brother to the most powerful man in the room. You should should relish this time when not everyone knows the truth. You will never get a moments rest once everyone knows you two are related.
Between the three of us, I think he is just jealous that you are older.
Taking the jerky he chewed on it and wondered if this was the mans favourite food. He always had it on his person, even when there was much tastier and much more satisfying food around them to sample.
Just focus on being an Imperial Knight. You are no different now than you were before you found out the truth. Everything will go back to normal soon enough my friend.
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Post by Dah'lis 'Azure' Vao on Jan 11, 2020 19:01:47 GMT -8
Shrugging to herself, and sighing a little, as her plead to be dismissed from her current assignment was overlooked in favor of dried nerf meat. Taking what was offered, it would at least give her something to think on.
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Post by Standash Thul on Jan 13, 2020 10:25:09 GMT -8
Standash hadn't yet had opportunity to meet much of the room. The politicians and Moffs, some her had met in passing in her career, but none she really knew as people. She had memorized their dossiers, but they didn't tell everything. Most of the military presence she knew even less about, much of their files had been redacted. She began to wander the hall, listening to what she could from conversations.
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Post by Thomas Zahn on Jan 14, 2020 5:03:07 GMT -8
The newly promoted Grand Marshal of the First Order and Grand Moff of the Kuat Oversector had arrived to the gala some time before the Royal Families entrance. Zahn had donned his new dress uniform of a Grand Admiral, preferring to wear that over what ever formal wear Grand Moffs were expected to be seen in. He made sure both his Grand Marshal and Grand Moff rank insignias were on display as he mingled in the crowd.
Pausing when the Emperor had entered and made his speech, before resuming the expected socialization that he needed to participate in. So long as he could view it as a tactical exercise in which he gathered intel on allies and potential enemies, he might make it through. Though, if he was informed correctly, the Emperor had granted the Moff-ship of Carida over to a woman by the name of Thul. Someone whom he hoped to meet at some point, since the Carida system was apart of his Oversector
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Post by Moff Valen on Jan 14, 2020 6:23:35 GMT -8
Standing quietly in a far corner of the Convocation Hall was the newly promoted Moff Drav’ale’nurodo. He was accompanied by two rather plain looking human males one, wearing formal civilian attire and the other a standard naval Lieutenant’s uniform. It was rare he made such public appearances, and consequently few would recognise him. Having been called to Coruscant in order to attend the soon to be reformed Moff Council, Valen had decided to make his trip slightly earlier in order to be present for the current festivities. Of course, such things were of no interest to him, however he did see it as an opportunity to observe first hand important figures in the First Order, and perhaps get a feel for some of them. From his distant corner, he observed the room in silence, watching who was talking to who, their body language and whatever he could pick up on.
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