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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 5, 2021 8:40:29 GMT -8
Nicademus was appreciative of Sinistra bore no grudges. Sith were hard to... understand. There were those that would certainly feel that he stole a legacy, but it was never his intention. However, that was why the Imperial built the First Order from the ground up. It would be a faction, with links to many pasts, but one built by his hand and the skill and loyalty of his subordinates, not stealing from a previous legacy.
I would have figured that if you wanted a throne back, you would have done so already. I would not be talking with, I would be a corpse before my own throne.
The Imperial states as he understood Sinistra's power. The Emperor had his bodyguards, but she was of a different level of power than them.
The First Order is a pinnacle of power, a titan among the stars... she is a tempting target, I understand.
When one stood tall, the rest would try to overcome them by any means possible. The First Order would likely never be without enemies. His eyes had glanced at a banner of the Empire, hung nearby, before returning his attention to his visitor. Her words about the Mandalorians did make him chuckle.
Couldn't have said it better myself about the Mandalorians, Sinistra.
Nicademus knew this well, having dealt with Mandalorians extensively. The Assembly lot, namely Clan Bralor, were a reasonable bunch and pleased with the payments being granted for their mercenaries. The First Order had been rather generous to the Bralors, ensuring what the Emperor hoped was a lasting friendship. Eventually, the two would come to the other end of the room which had a large view of the restless ecumenopolis of Coruscant. Hover cars zipped by, transports descended and ascended, the usual buzz of this planet.
Can you imagine that, when I first came here, the surface was still scarred by the attack that ended the Republic? The immense cityscapes neglected, people without jobs, and gangs rampant across the streets and alleys. Now she shimmers again as she did before.
The Emperor says, giving some idle chat to his guest.
Do you enjoy the work you do now compared to previous, Sinistra?
Nicademus inquires, wondering how the Sith felt about her change in roles.
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jan 5, 2021 11:06:09 GMT -8
The view was stunning, but unrecognizable to her, and whether it was just an unfamiliar area or the result of the rebuilding effort, she could not tell. The skyline had been changed by war and reconstruction by her own hand here and yet the traffic zipped on and the planet continued. The more it changed, the more it was the same.
She considered his question as she leaned her head over watching the speeding motes of light in the shadows of the buildings. "I'm not sure that enjoy is the word I would use. I need to feel challenged but not stifled and so far, it has not disappointed. My mantra has not changed, but my understanding of it has. Peace is lie, there is only perception. I have never felt truer words and yet they do not spur me to violence as they once did. Perhaps those that believed as I did are not meant to live long enough to ponder such deep thoughts?"
She chuckled and looked over to him.
"I'll ask you the same, Emperor. From one who knows the burdens of rule to one who holds it, do you enjoy the work you do over your previous role?"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 5, 2021 17:36:22 GMT -8
Nicademus fell quiet for some time after Sinistra made her inquiry. Many hovercars would pass by the imposing Imperial Palace before there was movement from the Imperial. His arms were lifted to cross over his upper torso, his gaze every firmly placed upon the metallic and busy scenery before where they stood.
Some times... during those extra long meetings, I miss the days of being the officer and not the commander of men I am today.
He admits, recalling these thoughts from time to time.
The familiar hums of my flagship, the constant sounds of drilling, the hive behavior of a crew...
Nicademus turns slightly to look at Sinistra.
Yet, the spark of ambition, that brought me to where I am today, has become a familiar presence. A constant warmth within me. I do not like the extras of my role, but I do enjoy seeing a vision come to life. Order, stability, prosperity... it can be a lot to manage, but I have come to enjoy it. I am proud of what I have done and what has been created. It keeps me busy, keeps me moving forward.
The Imperial was very proud of what the First Order had become. A great achievement that would shine bright for years to come. He then gestures off in a random direction. It wasn't meant to indicate anything in particular, but rather as a introduction to what else was to be said.
Besides, becoming an Emperor has given me reason to wed, twice now, and father four children. A joy that I may have never considered experiencing before.
Nicademus remarks with a smile. Before, he had always said that his wife was his job, his title, his role.
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jan 6, 2021 8:50:08 GMT -8
"Fatherhood is certainly something I never would have imagined for you. Raising a family wasn't in the cards for me. My children are estranged or dead and that is for the best I can hope for them. Mother of the year material over here, I assure you."
Her eyes flicked back out to the scene in front of them. The conversation had gotten rather deep for a moment and she wanted to lighten it up. She had not come to burden Nicademus with the sordid details of her past.
"I'm glad you found your calling. Just don't let the minutia destroy your passion."
The smile returned to her face as she mockingly grinned.
"So now that I have come out from hiding, I don't suppose all my old haunts are unoccupied but I may be more open about my visits to Garqi or Kuat. I'm not referring to old Dark Tide bases but I had a house on Garqi and a lab there. I had a house on Kuat. I'm still a moody Sith in retirement and I might want to train an apprentice or something, I don't know yet. Either way, I'd rather you were aware of my movements from me. The Vegemite Enclave have my attention for the time being. The possibilities are endless, and the probabilities are grim. Just my kind of party."
She laughed, unguarded and deeply, thinking of the ragtag group on Myrkr.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 6, 2021 10:56:14 GMT -8
Nicademus lets out a soft chuckle, knowing what Sinistra meant. At the mention of old haunts, the Imperial's attention returned to the scenery of Coruscant. He was aware of what she spoke of. Records were here and there, indicating properties owned by various members of the Dark Tide prior. Those confirmed to be dead had their properties dissolved. Others were kept around just in case. The Emperor nods his head slightly at her words.
You are welcomed to re-occupy your properties. I see no reason to deny those to you.
Nicademus states to Sinistra.
The furnishings were kept where they were... but it will need a bit of cleaning. They have been locked up and unused for years now.
An indication that the Imperial did not touch what had been hers before.
You will be assured appropriate papers to allow you extended visits on those worlds. As well as passports to allow you transportation between Imperial worlds... of course within reason. Can't have you 'spying' on our every project we are conducting, now can we?
The Imperial gives a tease of his own with a smile on his face.
You will find Garqi to be rather pleasant. It has become a hub for vacation and relaxation among Imperial citizens and foreign visitors. Something I made certain of.
The Emperor was more than amicable to allow such requests. He saw no reason to deny Sinistra what she had owned as personal property. It would be like denying an Imperial the right to commandeer an ISD or not allowing a Wookiee to live within his tree home.
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jan 28, 2021 9:45:00 GMT -8
"You are too kind, and I do not want to take up anymore of your precious time. Though I am sure we shall speak again soon."
She turned towards him, her hands folded in front of her.
"If ever you want to stop by Manaan and have a drink at the Mortus, the first round is on me."
She could hear her escorts getting restless as this sidetrip was cutting into her purpose in the Core. She sighed at their adherence to the confines of a schedule and forgave them their impatience.
"Alas, duty calls. Good day to you, your Imperial Majesty."
She gave him a bow from the waist.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 26, 2021 9:41:15 GMT -8
"Alas, duty calls. Good day to you, your Imperial Majesty." She gave him a bow from the waist. |
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
Make no mistake, war is coming. With all its glory... and all its horror.
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on May 27, 2022 12:41:25 GMT -8
Zariel had stopped only briefly after landing. It had been to take a good long look at those that now called themselves the 501st Legion. She had known of Vader's Fist when she had originally joined the Empire. These, in her opinion were a shadow of their former glory. A number used to garner prestige rather than a force used in war. No doubt each of the troopers had earned their place to be called a 501st Legionnaire, but them being used for glorified guard duty rubbed Zariel the wrong way. After surveying the troops, she quickly made her way to the Convocation Hall and a meeting with the Emperor.
It had been many decades since she had stood before an Emperor, and she privately thought to herself that it would be yet many more before she stood before one whom she could admire as she had Palpatine. But this was beyond admiration or even pride. She could admit that for what he was, a non-force sensitive, the man on the throne had done well, and would provide a safe refuge for her and her loyal followers. This was all about survival, this man would still have to earn Zariel's respect. And this would be the pace setter. She arrived before the man himself and offered a low bow. She did not wait to be signaled to rise before she spoke in her dry monotone used to obfuscate her true feelings. I am pleased to finally meet you in person, your majesty.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 27, 2022 17:03:35 GMT -8
The 501st squad brought the Lady Inquisitor to the Convocation Hall which was the epicenter of political power and daily court life for the renewed Empire. Here, the Emperor performed a daily routine of functions and where special events were held, such as Empire Day, Ascension Week, and the Emperor's Birthday. When Zariel arrived, she found the main chamber, leading to the throne room, having a normal routine of officials, errand runners, droids, and Stormtrooper patrols. The throne room itself was far more quiet. There, the Emperor Nicademus stood, in his crisp white uniform. On either flank were two members of the Praetorian Guard, with a fifth situated off to the right side of the Imperial ruler. Off to his left, however, was the Crown Prince Octavian, who stood with his uncle, Baltasar, a Grand Marshal of the Imperial Army.
After a low bow was made, Nicademus exhaled a slight sigh. Even though he had ruled as Emperor for nearly two decades, he was still not used to bowing.
No need to bow to me, Lady Inquisitor. A military salute will do just fine in the future.
There was a smile upon the Imperial's face when he said those words. Plenty of the expectations of his office were greatly despised by the Emperor. No pompous clothing, no sitting on the throne, delegating tasks at a whim, no formal greetings that indicated a relation of subject to ruler. There were times it was acceptable, but Nicademus likely knew that bowing to him made Zariel's skin crawl. This was more based on his education under the Sith Lord of his past.
Welcome to Coruscant and the First Order, High Inquisitor.
Nicademus gestures to their right, where a large viewing of the metropolis world of Coruscant could be viewed. The Emperor made sure there was plenty of viewing of this planet that never knew a moment of peace. There was a beauty to the millions of skyscapers, gargantuan towers, and the everlasting hum and zoom of hovercraft, repulsor vehicles, and more. The Emperor looks at the scenery for a moment before addressing Zariel.
You are now among three persons that have joined the First Order from your former Diarchy. Although, none of them seem to know what has happened to your colleague, Torkan. It seems much has been lost with what has happened to that which you helped create.. my condolences on the lost gains your Diarchy achieved. From one ruler to another.
Nicademus was sincere in these words. He had found it a good sign to see another Imperial nation rise, even if they weren't a part of the First Order. It had been his greatest hope that, with the revival of the Empire, Imperialism would truly spread across the galaxy once more. It seems though the First Order was alone in that however. Calmly, Nicademus motions to an attendant who brings a datapad over. He offers it to Zariel.
Of the other two, Lucius Vasili came to the planet the day before yesterday. He has been promoted a Vice-Admiral within the Imperial Navy. The other, I heard through a communication shared by the Imperial Military a few days ago. An Admiral Saren of the Hercules. Seemed to be in a bit of trouble though... requested local Imperial forces at Mygeeto to aid him in a struggle with what we believe were mutineers of his fleet. The system's forces did mobilize to assist, from what I was told.
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on May 27, 2022 20:57:43 GMT -8
A sneer was suppressed as the Emperor told her not to bow. He wielded all the power in the galaxy and did not lord it over others. A weakness in Zariel's eyes. Though his instincts were correct in that she would prefer to simply salute the man rather than bow to him. I apologize, majesty, I am used to bowing to my Emperors. Her tone still held no emotion, even as the man welcomed her to Galactic City she did not turn to look out the window. She had seen the city many times, but that was during the old days. Now there were fewer star destroyers hanging in the sky, and few super star destroyers hiding beneath the city. Her attention though was grabbed as she heard two others had arrived from the collapse of the Diarchy. And she was surprised at the sincerity of Nicademus' grief at the fracturing of her state. Who was this man? So tempernt and genuine? It was disgusting, but oddly endearing. But none of these emotions broke the surface of her steely gaze, that was until her former subordinate, Saren, was mentioned. Her expression softened a bit. She snatched the data pad and quickly read as much information as she could. Once she confirmed that Admiral Saren was still alive Zariel's composure returned. She then also noted Lucius Vasili, another good soldier. The Inquisitor did note no mention of Silas though and this pleased her. Hopefully he was on the run and hiding some place, already prophsising his own demise on the blade of Matalotok. I am glad they both survived. Saren had served with me for many, many years. Lucius I had only begun to interact with, but I know he served us well as a Rear-Admiral. You are fortunate to have them. We may have been a small state, but we had some strong talent. She tosses the now read datapad to a nearby trooper casually, resuming her usual board facade. And as your son informed me, I will be taking on the role of Central Commander of your ISB, yes?
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 27, 2022 22:34:03 GMT -8
Nicademus noticed how she reacted at the mention of the two names. For a moment, the Imperial wasn't sure if this was towards both individuals or one in particular. The answer became obviously clear when the former, Admiral Saren, was reported, by Lady Zariel, to have served with her for many years. Given how she responded, there was a great deal of trust... after all, all it took was mentioning his name and the Emperor noticed the change in her steely composure. Nicademus rubs his chin slightly as she speaks.
I could tell that Lucius Vasili was a potent individual. Having experienced war and served well as an Imperialist. A Vice-Admiralty seemed a good rank to welcome him into the fold of the First Order. I definitely believe that Grand Admiral Kasalle will welcome the new talent to her ranks.
This, including the intelligence known and gathered, Nicademus was aware of the talents within the Diarchy. It was only brought together because of such talented individuals pooled together. Yet, to fall apart by this coup, that Vasili and Zariel mentioned, it must have been a tenuous and fragile unity. When Zariel brought up the mention of his son, Nicademus nodded his head, looking at Zariel.
Your skills as an Inquisitor make you a worthy candidate to lead the Internal Security Bureau as its Central Commander. You will also be allowed to form your headquarters on Dubrillion. It was one of the main branches that Imperial Intelligence had operated out of prior to our expansion into the Core regions. Their offices will serve you well and Director Piett will ensure arrangements are made for transfers to reinforce your roster with both veterans and fresh graduates.
Unbeknownst to those here, Nicademus had been listening in on what had transpired. He had done this to test his son, but to also see how their visitor reacted to this as well. The Imperial was quite pleased with what had occurred during the transmission, hence why he was ready and willing to accept the suggestion by his son, the Crown Prince. He knew how these Dark Siders worked and thought, so it was best to give them the means to thrive rather than show obvious suspicion.
An offer that is certainly more than appropriate for one of your expertise.
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on May 29, 2022 9:29:52 GMT -8
Zariel nodded as her role was further established. Dubrillion was close to her former holdings, perhaps she could rally more surviving Diarchy loyalists there and use them to secure her power base. Very well, I will get myself and my staff settled in and will begin work at once. She offered a salute and began to turn before stopping to turn back. My Emperor, if I may make one request. Once he is cleared for active duty, I would like for Vidarr Saren to be assigned to my command. After all, with my stock-in-trade being in hunt traitors, having those you know to be dependable and loyal is of great help. Zariel was showing more of her emotions and inner thoughts than she usually did with her concern for Saren, but she had thought him lost to the coup. It was a great relief to have heard he made it to Imperial space.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 29, 2022 10:02:11 GMT -8
Nicademus looks at Zariel as her request was made involving the Imperial, Admiral Saren. The Emperor then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a comlink. He keys it once, causing the holoimage of an attendant to appear. Given their uniform, she appeared to be someone of a naval position. The communication had been established with the military command complex in the next district over from the Imperial Palace. The holoimage visibly sees the woman salute her leader.
=Officer=
Your Majesty, how may I be of assistance?
He turns to the attendant, nearby, who had the datapad and nodded. With a swipe, the information was sent to the one he was speaking to.
The communique by Admiral Saren from Mygeeto. Once his situation has been resolved, inform Fleet High Command that he will be transferred to the command of Zariel, Central Commander of the Imperial Security Bureau. Authorization having been made personally by the Emperor.
The female officer once more salutes her liege and the communicate ends there. Nicademus ensured the request was fulfilled right then and there instead of being piled under a mountain of other work. A favor given to Zariel nonetheless. The Imperial understood wanting to keep those dependable around oneself, even if they were just mere associates. How else had the First Order been so effective? By ensuring the dependable were in positions where they could be reliable and efficient.
You will get a communication from Fleet Command when all is resolved, Lady Inquisitor.
Now, one final bit to add on. Deep down, Nicademus had considered this as Zariel came to Coruscant. Her file showed her background, her rank, and her history with the foremost of past allegiances, the Old Empire, the First Galactic Empire. Many, within the First Order, had a natural distrust towards the Dark Side users. There were those traditionalist who would like to see their return. Nicademus felt it best to grant this to the Lady Inquisitor.
You were High Inquisitor of the Old Empire. Your rank meant something then and likely within the Diarchy as well, but I feel it would be ungrateful of me to keep you as such. Effective immediately, you are High Inquisitor no more. Rather, you are to be made Grand Inquisitor of the First Order, the New Empire. The first of such to be granted this privilege and station. May these promotions serve to open doors so that you may thrive with the Empire once more.
As his philosophy went: use those who are capable, promote those with skill, and ensure any with talent can use it to the best of their ability. While, on the flip side, ensure the incapable and incompetent are made into nothing but lesser. The First Order only prized those of merit, not of privileged backgrounds.
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
Make no mistake, war is coming. With all its glory... and all its horror.
Posts: 115
Affiliation: First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on May 31, 2022 18:04:28 GMT -8
This man certainly knew how to secure the loyalty of those who sided with him. Not only did he grant her her request but there was an extra surprise. He also bestowed upon Zariel a title she had long coveted. The title of Grand Inquisitor. Could she have taken it up in her years roaming in exile? Perhaps, but a title such as that granted to oneself was hollow at best. But this, bestowed by an Emperor, not her preferred one, but someone who held the title nonetheless. Now her name would exist next to that of her master, Ja'ce Yiaso, and fully surpassed her other master, Jeric. Pride swelled. Of course she deserved this, she had survived, she had continued the work, she had held true to the teachings of Palpatine. But now was time to adept, to survive so she could pass on these teachings and rebuild her shattered order. You will not be disappointed, my lord. Your Empire will flourish under my watchful eye. I will ensure we no corruption goes unpunished. You have my word.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 31, 2022 20:28:59 GMT -8
Zariel was right about her thoughts: Nicademus knew how to secure the loyalty of those around him. The capable and proven did not need a nomination or a recommendation from a previous superior. Their record would prove their worth. Yet, even though the Emperor bestowed this title upon Zariel, he still wanted to see her worth by making her the Central Commander of the ISB. Just as he made Vasili Vice-Admiral, he desired to see their capabilities first-hand, to prove their worth of his investment in giving them rank and station. Yet, at the same time, show his appreciation for coming to the First Order to seek employment. The Emperor knew that, with these ranks, Zariel would show her most earnest work beneath the banner of the First Order.
Myle Jissard, the Moff of Dubrillion, will be made aware of your arrival. She is a good Imperial and will be of help as you get yourself settled. A decent detachment of the ISB will be sent to the system as well. Be aware though that additional branches are to remain at Muunilinst, Iridonia, Dantooine, Coruscant, Taris, and Brentaal IV.
The Imperial Security Bureau had to cover a lot of ground within the renewed Empire. These additional offices were to ensure their influence remained strong and able to flex whenever it needed to do so. Especially on the planets of Iridonia and Dantooine. There were special reasons for these two, alongside the other four.
Iridonia was a new additional to the Empire and ISB was hunting down remnants of Sith-aligned forces from the warlords that had called it their home. Dantooine was a trouble region given the recent Resistance attack there, freeing up two full cells of rebels with their actions. Rebels were keeping low there though. Brentaal IV, Taris, and Coruscant were major crossroads within the Empire, offices there served well. Especially given that the capital was Coruscant. Muunilinst, also a crossroad, was the first capital of the First Order, hence the reason for an office there. Eventually, Zariel would learn of all of this.
Are there any further questions or requests, Grand Inquisitor?
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
Make no mistake, war is coming. With all its glory... and all its horror.
Posts: 115
Affiliation: First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Jun 3, 2022 10:21:50 GMT -8
No, my lord. I have nothing else. I shall get to work at once. Zariel saluted and made her exit. Her first stope would be to collect her wayward right hand. She should have had more faith in the officer and never doubted his ability to survive.
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Apr 1, 2023 19:10:44 GMT -8
These past twenty-four hours were the longest and hardest to endure. The Imperial Palace staff had been made aware of the situation within twelve hours. At the same time, members of the Imperial Military, the Empire's Bureaucracy, the Nobility, and all those important to the governance and daily maintenance of the First Order. Lastly, just an hour ago, a general message was sent out to the whole of the Empire through its public channels: the Emperor, Nicademus Delvardus, was dead. Much of the nation mourned his passing, considering his Lion leadership, his tactical genius, and his strong determination. How could one match such skill, such vibrance, such... leadership.
Such thoughts occupied the mind of Octavian as he stood before the throne where, many times, his father had sat. In the background, the Praetorians stood by the doorway and watched, already fulfilling their roles in protectors of the successor. The 501st Legion was being recalled and so too the Imperial Knights from their missions and stations. By the end of this week, Coruscant was going to be crowded with all manner of individuals that were coming to swear allegiance and fealty to the new Emperor. However, none dared speak to the future ruler yet as they all knew Octavian needed time... time to adjust to reality and accept what was to come: his coronation and succession to the throne of the First Order.
Within the Convocation Hall, the very room upon which the throne stood, the Imperial gazed at its emptiness. Then his eyes turned to his left, gazing outward at the metropolis landscape of the Imperial Center. All continued as if nothing happened, yet he was already receiving messages of mournful attitudes and condolences from across the nation. In this room, the Crown Prince was informed that the first of the oaths would be taken at the end of the week of mourning period. Octavian's eyes scanned about, knowing that there would be nothing but silence in this place. The universe felt... smaller now. Without the presence of his beloved father to guide and inform him.
Was he ready? Could he meet the challenges of a new era? Only time would tell.
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Fiora Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Fiora Ren on Apr 2, 2023 13:54:15 GMT -8
Where others were afraid to engage Octavian directly, Fiora - as his twin sister - did not hold such reservations. They had known each other since birth. They’d lived and trained together for years before they had been separated by their respective duties. While they had been placed upon different paths, she understood him quite well. More so than she had ever known their Father. As such, she knew where he would be and what he would be doing.
She was once again dressed in her Ren uniform, but she carried her helmet beneath her arm. Within the walls of the Palace she felt safe going unmasked. Her identity did not need to be concealed so as not to draw additional unnecessary attention. She pushed open the doors into the Throne Room with one hand, slipping through the gap and walking up behind Octavian. Her hand landing upon his shoulder as she came to a stop a couple steps behind him
You’re going to go grey or lose your hair if you keep this up Brother…
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Apr 2, 2023 21:49:39 GMT -8
Octavian turned slightly to see Fiora enter the throne room. Everyone else had sort of kept an arm's length in terms of a respectful distance. After all, he was no longer a prince but a would-be Emperor within just a handful of days to come. Technically, by the law, he was Emperor, given the death of the previous ruler and his long-assured succession to the throne. However, there had not been a succession to an Imperial throne since the Fel Dynasty when Jagged Fel was succeeded by Fel II and he, in turn, by Roan Fel, who was followed by Marasiah Fel. Hence the upcoming oaths were to be gained and, once this ceremonial process was performed, his ascension would be announced.
The remark made by Fiora did make him reach up and tug on a clump of his long orange hair. Unlike its usual knot that he kept, Octavian didn't seem to care about that right now. Too much was on his mind to even perform daily routines now it seemed...
I suspect that I will likely form my first grey hair by the year's end.
And by that achievement, it likely would come due to the immense work that was to be done. Being the supreme authority of a vast, interstellar empire brought immense stress which led to a number of issues, one of which was greying hairs. Octavian suspected he'd find his first strand soon enough.
Or, who knows, might be as lucky as father was. His hair was kept the brilliant color it was up to the end.
A smile was attempted, but faltered quickly. Octavian sighs lightly, looking once more at the throne. For a moment, the young Imperial was silent.
...I wish I could have learned more from him, Fiora...
The anxiety and suspense was truly starting to hit him with each passing day. The reality of what was to come by the end of this week.
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Fiora Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Fiora Ren on Apr 3, 2023 2:52:49 GMT -8
She lifted her hand from Octavian's shoulder as he tugged at his hair. He really was quickly becoming quite the mess, and he was barely Emperor for a full day yet. As it stood, Faina was too busy dealing with her own grief and loss to keep a close eye on Octavian; Uncle Brock was recovering from his long efforts, but seemed to have fallen back upon his duties as an Imperial Knight to work through his loss; and Uncle Baltasar... He was a whole other matter unto himself. She still held some contempt against him for the choices he had made in recent days
Oh move your hands...
She set her helmet on the ground and pulled out a hair tie as she moved behind her brother. Her hands quickly pushing his own aside and gathering his hair back and styling it into its usual knot. While it wasn't really her fashion, she respected his choice enough to style it how he would want. It wasn't perfect, since he hadn't seemed to have properly washed, but it was a start toward bringing some order and normality. She smacked her hand flat between his shoulder blades
You know, if you're going to be like this all the time, you're going to be a very boring Emperor... and a very unkempt one... You're also kidding yourself if you think our Father retained his natural hair colour... He was definitely getting it dyed...
Leaving her Brother, she waltzed across the Hall and up to the rather plain Throne. Her hand reaching out and running across the bare surface as she circled the seat of power of the First Order. She moved behind the chair, grabbing the backrest with both hands as she peeked out at her brother
Oh come now Octavian, there was little else Father could have taught you about ruling... Even he did not have a manual for the job ahead of him when he first formed the Empire, let alone the numerous other titles he held in his younger years...
Moving around the seat, she slipped across the arm rests and into the Throne. As she came to rest in the seat, she stretched almost feline like as she draped herself across the seat. Most of her form hanging over either side
It's not very big... is it... You know, if you're really so worried and weighed down, you could always abdicate the Throne to me... I could rule as Empress of the First Order alongside Jin as my... hmmm... what would that make her?
She seemed lost as if in contemplation for a moment, her index finger and thumb stroking her chin for a moment before exasperatedly giving up
... oh I don't know! But I'd definitely demand a bigger chair! Father's taste was just a little too spartan. How was he ever comfortable on this thing? Honestly...
The loss of their Father was still fresh, but something told her he wouldn't want them wallowing in pity over his passing. Octavian was definitely close to the pinnacle of that great dive off the edge. Much as Jin had helped keep her from that ledge, Fiora would now do the same for her twin
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