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Post by Brock Ferrum on Jan 30, 2023 22:00:34 GMT -8
After being informed that Baltasar was in system with Fiora, Brock considered taking over the efforts to hold Nicademus' life intact. He knew that between the two of them, despite all she had learned in the past 5 years, he was still the better healer. He was the only Imperial Knight he was aware of who had any formal training as a healer, his master when he had been trained as a Jedi had been a Mon Calamari master healer. That on top of everything else he, Faina, and the Praetorian Guard had still not been enough to entirely defeat the degenerative disease that the Emperor had contracted. They had however had a great deal of success in slowing down its progress. At first it had just been a little reinvigoration here and there but the last few weeks it had grown to point where Nicademus had needed an almost constant infusion of strength from one of them, to the point that they'd had to modify the Emperor's schedule to avoid interactions with other force users so that the situation wouldn't be made obvious to any of them. That had all changed when finally even their strength couldn't keep him conscious. He rejected the idea to take over for Faina, sensing her need to do whatever she could to help as much for her own sake as for her husband's. He hated to see his friend in pain almost as much as he hated to see his brother in what was likely the final days of his life. Though he had been quite jealous of the relationship at first over the decades since he'd come to see how much each completed the other and he hated to see it all come to this.
He instead moved to the other side of the chamber and began to meditate, gathering what strength he could into his exhausted body for the ordeal ahead. He pulled deep within his own consciousness to avoid contaminating any else's emotions as he began drawing deeply on the force. It did not take long before he sensed the presences of his son and nephew, who'd been sent to be with the younger children until Fiora could arrive, approaching the chamber. Just a few minutes after Fiora's sense joined the two and the Steward of the Imperial Knights looked up as Balthasar made his way into the room. There was a brief frustrated exchange when Brock realized the Grand Marshal had left the others out in the hall and had no intention of being the one to bring them in. So brock himself stood up from his position and made his way toward the door. He once again considered taking over for Faina and allowing her to meet the twins, but he recognized that as his own cowardice almost as soon as the thought crosses his mind. The decision may have been Nicademus' but they'd all agreed to keeping his disease from his children, and it was time to face the music for that decision.
Brock pulled on his training to wipe his face of emotion once again and opened the door and stepped out into the hall with his son, niece, and nephew. Despite the pristine condition of his white and gold armor, Brock looked the worse for wear. Dark circles had developed under his eyes both from not sleeping since the Emperor had fallen into a coma as well as the larger toll that 5 years of maintaining his life and secrets had taken on him. His usually joyful expression was blank, and his brown eyes took each of them in for only a moment before hovering somewhere between the three, not looking at any one of them. He looked as if he'd aged another decade since any of them had last seen him. When he spoke his voice came out without emotion, clearly stating fact alone. "Five years ago your father began feeling frequent fatigue and consulted the best physicians in the Empire who diagnosed him with a degenerative disease that has no known cure. At first he kept the diagnosis from everyone. Eventually I began to notice the effects and confronted him about it. Once informed I began treating it with the force, holding off the worst of it and slowing down it's overall process, but I was still unable to stop it. Not long after he informed your stepmother who began to help the efforts, alongside the Praetorian Guard. As the disease progressed your uncle Baltasar and Director Piett were also informed. We proceeded in this manner as the disease progressed until about a week ago he collapsed in a meeting and we were unable to revive him. Protocol A-99 was activated and you were sent for." Brock paused for a moment to let them process the information before continuing. "I believe that I can revive him to talk to you, but I am unsure of how long it will last and I wanted to give you a chance to ask me any questions before proceeding so that you don't have to waste what time we can manage on medical questions for him." In truth he had hoped for Baltasar to be part of this conversation as well but the other man had refused.
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Post by Fiora Ren on Jan 31, 2023 14:52:52 GMT -8
The brief silence that had settled over the trio in the hallway was soon broken as Brock emerged from the doors through which Baltasar had disappeared a few moments earlier. He looked genuinely old, older than what he should have looked for someone of his age. The price, she supposed, that he had paid for helping maintain the Emperor's life over the last several years. Something he confirmed a few moments later as he spoke and provided them all a brief recounting of the events of the last five years. She resented her Father's decision to keep them in the dark. He might have been the Emperor, and she might have understood why he had chosen the path he had, but that did not mean she was any less upset about it. Truth be told, she had seen hints of his failing condition in visions over the same time period. So she had not been entirely oblivious to everything. But the fact he had left her and Octavian in the darkness still hurt.
Her grip tightened upon her helmet, wishing for the anonymity and protection it provided her. But if she was honest, it wouldn't matter a great deal given almost everyone present were Force Sensitives and would be able to sense those feelings that escaped. She instead just focused her efforts upon being strong enough to get through the next few moments as she settled her gaze upon Brock. She definitely had questions for her Uncle, some of which she already knew the answer to. But it was pointless to assault him with them here and now. They'd be burying two family members and not just one. So she held back
What point would there be asking any medical questions now... it's already too late...
That last admission was muttered under her breath, the pain striking deep into her heart. Having seen what was to come did not make this moment any less painful. But she'd also seen this moment enough to know what not to waste her time and breath upon. She sighed as she looked down at the floor
I've got nothing to ask...
She just wanted to see her Father one last time before he was gone and lost to the Force
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Jan 31, 2023 20:39:51 GMT -8
To see his Uncle, and mentor, Brock, in such a tired state was not what Octavian had truly expected to see. Sure, his mind pictured an exhausted state, considering the four who held power and ensured the ship was steered during this time ably, but... the young Imperial was not prepared for this at all. It made him wonder how bad Faina, his stepmother, was, considering he sensed her utilizing all the Force abilities she could to heal and stabilize their father, her beloved husband, in the next room. Even as Brock spoke, his eyes wandered over to look just beyond him. His gaze focused upon the pair of Praetorian Guards that stood as statues before the doorway that led into the bedchambers of the Emperor. To the left, looking that way now, he could make out Baltasar, leaning over a holomap, likely performing some role as Grand Marshal. Then his eyes refocused on his uncle who stood before him.
Fiora was the first to speak and the truth of her words hurt deeply. For the fact that a man, as able and active as their father, fell suddenly and his health rapidly deteriorated, Octavian knew where this was heading... the end of an era. The end of a life. Yet, before addressing his uncle, Octavian turns to Roland first.
Roland, I would do this myself, but I wish to ask a favor of you. Please, go get my brother and sister.
The time it would take to get them would give Brock enough time to revive their father and thus allow the family to come together quickly. As he had stated, he didn't know for how long it would last. Any precious seconds left needed to be utilized wisely. And if they had to wait for Remus and Yvaine to join them, it could be too late for them to arrive. With that request made, the Crown Prince looks at Brock before nodding his head.
Let's try to revive him. Let him see light once more, Uncle.
Let him see Faina and his children too. Allow him the chance to speak one last time if this was truly the end.
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Post by Roland Ferrum on Feb 13, 2023 14:24:41 GMT -8
*Roland reacted instantly to Octavian's words, turning about and heading back down the hallway they'd come from, as much to escape the haunted look in his own father's face as to follow through with Octavian's order. As he made his way back through the hallways to were he had Octavian had left the younger Delvardus children he pulled his datapad out of his pocket and checked on the status of his own orders. He hated to think of practical matters while his uncle lay dying but the death of the emperor would cause a shake up of one variety or another and he was determined not to be left wrongfooted when things shook out. He was pleased to see that the Veers and her support ships were busy recalling any of his engineers who had been on leave and that the Jaeger was on it's way back to Coruscacnt, pulled back from her shakedown cruise early. He wasn't sure if any of his personnel would be needed in the immediate aftermath, but he couldn't imagine any scenario where having them available would be a bad thing. His own work done he collected Yvaine and Remus and headed back toward the gathering family.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Feb 13, 2023 20:29:37 GMT -8
Brock sank deeper behind his training as the younger members of his family reacted to events in their own ways, forcing their own feelings to glance off a mask of stone as he held his own worry and frustration deep beneath the surface. Baltasar had wanted the older siblings to be present before the younger children were sent for but Brock was not about to try to contradict Octavian just to please Batasar, especially when he had argued for their inclusion from the beginning. Silently he accepts their lack of questions and turns back to the room, gesturing to Fiora and Octavian to follow him in as he makes his way back toward the bed where his Brother lays unconscious, grieving wife desperately holding on.
Brock sets a gentle hand down on Faina's shoulder, his own emotional control wavering just slightly as the contact exposes him to her desperate struggle. His eyes close as he kneels next to his old friend and reaches out with his senses, narrowing his focus down into the familiar desperate struggle for the Emperor's life. Slowly, as they'd done many times before he coaxes control of the struggle reluctantly from her grasp. In a moment Brock is no longer present in the room with his family but instead deep within the Emperor's body, watching all of the internal systems struggle before him. For nearly a minute nothing changes as Brock struggles to process the information, but as his mind adjusts to the new perspective he gets to work. Rather than maintaining Nicademus' strength as they'd been doing he begins refining the body's systems, injecting energy from the living force around them into the emperor, restoring neural connections that were struggling, convincing the mind that the body could sustain it, coaxing it slowly out of it's protective coma, tricking it into believing everything was okay long enough to hopefully allow the Emperor to awaken and spend a little bit longer with his family...... Faina Delvardus Nicademus Delvardus IV Octavian Delvardus Fiora Ren Roland Ferrum
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Feb 14, 2023 8:09:54 GMT -8
Even though everyone has done their best to be reassuring, Remus has known that the situation with his father is dire; it is in the things that are not said as much as in what little information he and Yvaine are given just as it is in the expressions on everyone's faces even as they tell him and his younger sister not to worry. When Roland comes to collect him and Yvaine, Remus can tell from Roland's carefully controlled demeanor that whatever reason it is that they are being brought to see their father now it is not likely to be a sudden change for the better, and does his best to appear unafraid as he follows silently behind Roland after taking a last look back at his "aunts" Ishild and Nicolina, who have been doing all they can to keep him and Yvaine occupied while looking after them as their mother has refused to leave their father's side.
The scene that greets them when they enter their father's room does little to alleviate Remus' fear, and he finds himself frozen beside Roland as he sees his older step-siblings, their mother, and Brock all arranged around the Emperor's bedside. Remus looks from Brock kneeling beside his mother as she holds onto his father's hand, his uncle clearly in a meditative trance as he endeavors to aid the ailing Emperor, and nearly holds his breath as he waits to see what, if anything, will come of his uncle's efforts.
Yvaine, no less worried and concerned than her older brother, is just as silent after entering their father's room, though she cannot keep herself from going to her mother, looking more gaunt, haunted and weary than the last time they saw her, and putting an arm around her as much to comfort her as to seek some comfort in return.
Faina feels little relief when Brock relieves her of the task of sustaining her beloved spouse, and though their bond has often been a source of comfort and strength to her it only compounds her grief and sense of hopelessness now to sense the worries and frustrations he conceals behind his impassive expression. Loathe as she is to relinquish her task, Faina knows that Brock is the more skilled healer and offers the best hope of recovery, however temporary, Nicademus has now. Feeling Yvaine's arm around her, Faina does not trust her ability to keep her anguish and despondency from revealing themselves in her gaze and so keeps her eyes on Nicademus' face as she gently embraces her youngest child as they all silently watch to see if Brock's efforts bear fruit. . .
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 16, 2023 17:54:19 GMT -8
Darkness, complete and total darkness... no sounds, no warmth, nothing. Once the sense of forever drifting, there was nothing above him nor was there anything below him. Where was this place? Why this sensation? Why- his head turned slightly, feeling something gripping his body for a time. His nostrils flared, detecting the faint scent of the perfume that he got for his wife's birthday recently. Of course, Faina would be nearby. Sighing, the Emperor, stuck within limbo, knew he worried his wife far too much and now, in this state, her worries were probably beyond limit.
The drifting continued for a time, with nothing changing nor altering. Not even the slightest shift in the air, if there was any. Then a new sensation gripped his body and a light appeared above him. Something surged through his body, causing his person to soar upward towards the light. The Imperial's conscious was confused as to what was going, but something had changed in the outside world.
Guess it's not time... just yet.
His mind thought before the conscious was brought from limbo and into the reality of the galaxy once more.
Before all gathered, the Emperor's eyes stirred. They remained closed for now though, but something was happening. His fingers, upon his right hand, twitched, a few of them. They attempted to grip the sheets, but could not do so, relaxing seconds later. Within seconds, the tired eyes of Nicademus opened, taking in the ceiling of his bedroom for a moment. A deep exhale emits from his lips, taking in the air of Coruscant and the Imperial Palace for the first time in many days. Slowly, his left hand flexed slightly, sensation returning to his nerves and person. As his mind got a moment to think, of course.. only one could do this and he had been sustaining the Emperor the longest out of anyone.
With every passing second, more sensation returned to his body as his toes flexed and his muscles began to feel again, but there was a soreness and lingering exhaustion. Nicademus' mind realized what was happening more with every passing second... this was his final moments, his last chance, to speak before... the end. And the first words that came forth were spoken as his head turned, wondering if Faina was still next to him, having felt her Force abilities earlier.
Water?
His voice but a whisper.
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Feb 16, 2023 18:00:42 GMT -8
As the Emperor finally stirred, Octavian felt the resurgence of his spirit, but it was still hanging by a thread. There was a deep and desperate hope that his father would recover though. Perhaps the Force abilities of Brock may be the catalyst, yet the Prince wondered if that was but a fool's hope. To ask for more time, from Fate and the Force, to have his father around so that he may learn more from the founder of this empire and dynasty. One could only hope that was the truth.
As Nicademus continued to stir, Octavian turned to their uncle, Brock, who had used the Force to awaken the Emperor. He nodded to Roland as he moved quietly over to support the Steward of the Imperial Knights. Grabbing his arm some, the Crown Prince waited till a chair was brought forth.
Uncle, please sit. You have done more than could be ever asked for.
Octavian would hear nothing of it if Brock protested. His uncles and stepmother had done so much to do what was necessary for the health of the Emperor and the continuation of the state. He doubted that Nicademus would be upset if he found Brock sitting in his presence. Once that was done, he turned when the Emperor spoke, requesting water. A sound was heard as a droid rolled in, followed by the few doctors in the other room, along with Baltasar as they heard the monitors, attached to the Emperor, begin to give off sounds of life. The Grand Marshal himself looked surprised to see his brother conscious.
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Post by Fiora Ren on Feb 17, 2023 1:04:04 GMT -8
Fiora had stood silently by as Roland went off at Octavian's behest to fetch their younger siblings. She had noted their absence, but assumed they would be fetched from nearby soon enough. As Brock turned around, she followed alongside Octavian when motioned to do so, finally having a free and unobstructed view of the room beyond the doors. Though she had seen such a sight in her visions many times before, it was still painful and shocking to see her father laid out unconscious. She could almost see the narrow strings of the Force that were his life barely tethered to the man's body.
As Brock continued around the side of the bed, Fiora kept following up until she was standing behind Faina. Her relationship with her step-mother was complicated to say the least for a variety of reasons. But of all those in the room right now, she was the one Fiora felt the most comfortable close to. Her hand drifting down and gripping Faina's shoulder to provide what little comfort and support she could as Brock took his vigil over the Emperor.
Her gaze remained ever upon those strings of the Force that tethered her Father's soul to his body. Even as she felt the shift of energy from Brock's healing efforts, those strings did not strengthen, nor did new ones form. Despite their Uncle's impressive feat of managing to wake their Father, his powers could not reverse the deterioration that had already occurred. Even as she sensed some hope rise in her twin, she merely exchanged a glance with him and gave a subtle shake of her head. The last thing he needed to do right now was gain a false sense of hope.
As their Father awoke, she let go of Faina's shoulder and moved over to the bed side table, setting her helmet down as she picked up the pitcher of water and poured a glass. She walked back over to beside Faina and leaned forward to gently press the glass into her Father's hand. She offered a soft smile, hopefully reassuring any doubts he might have
Here you go, careful...
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Feb 23, 2023 21:28:06 GMT -8
Knowing that these final moments were coming proves no salve for the crushing devastation she feels when Nicademus wakes for what is undoubtedly the last time, but Faina does not let that show in her expression as she meets his gaze; she lets him see only her love for him, her strength and determination to be there for their children and their family so that his last thoughts need not be of concern for her or their children. Having placed her free hand over Fiora's when her daughter had offered comfort and support in order to reciprocate in kind, Faina gives it a brief squeeze before moving the hand to rest on Nicademus' cheek, the other never having relented in its hold on Nicademus' hand, Faina smiles at him, eyes glistening with the tears she will not permit herself to shed. Even though she and Nicademus had made a point of spending as much time as their respective responsibilities allowed them to spend together, even though she has told him of her feelings for him, her immense gratitude for the life they built together, and though she had conveyed all she would want him to know before they parted in this life, Faina finds her head suddenly swirling with words, ideas and feelings she fears she has not expressed, things she wants to say before the chance is gone, but before she has the chance to say anything at all their youngest children are rushing forward excitedly and speaking over one another.
Yvaine, unmindful of the fact her father may be in a fragile state, leaps onto the bed and throws her arms around Nicademus' neck, holding tightly onto him as though fearful he might be taken from her at any moment, "Daddy! I was so worried about you!"
Remus, sighing as he steadies the glass of water in Nicademus' hand before it can spill, smiles at his father with a shake of his head as he tells Yvaine, "Don't be a such a spaz, sis', and then helps Nicademus take a drink as he says, the hope in his tone more guarded than that of his younger sister's naive elation, It's good to have you back, father."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 25, 2023 18:33:37 GMT -8
As the Emperor rose to prop himself up better, it was just a tad bit struggle, namely due to the weakness of his body and the stagnation of his limbs from slumbering for so long. He was nearly sent back onto his back due to Yvaine wanting nothing but to hug him. With a free hand, it came and lightly patted his daughter's back, doing his best to reassure his youngest child, given how she spoke.
There, there...
He spoke in a dry tone, which required water for his throat to feel less itchy. Quietly thanking Remus for steadying the glass that Fiora had given him, Nicademus turned his full attention to said cup. At first, Nicademus had small issue with gripping, but as sense returned to his fingers, the Imperial was finally able to grasp the glass and drink from it but a little before setting it down. Yet, for all those he could gaze at first, his eyes fell immediately upon Faina. Even though he was not Force Sensitive, like his children and brother, Brock, he could sense her thoughts and fears just by gazing into her eyes. Beneath the sheets, his free hand gingerly touches his gut, sensing the emptiness within him that was a sure sign of what was to come. Nicademus was not prepared for what was to be said, but... it was inevitable.
There was too much that had to be said, so much more that could be done to prepare the next generation. But Fate had other plans. And he could not fight against such a powerful force within the galaxy. For a long moment, the Emperor was quiet. His gaze moving away from Faina to glance around at all those present. Deeply, Nicademus sighs.
There is much that needs to be said... I cannot fathom all... the thoughts and words.
The tired Imperial looks at Octavian and then Fiora. Then his gaze lowered to the bed.
Your grandfather, Cyrus, never had a worry when he passed on. His life was complete, his children were grown, and the future assured by his actions and ours. But he never had what we have today... a great future, one more grand than one could imagine, lies in suspense. Awaiting for what comes next.
His eyes looked out the nearest window to see the cityscape of Coruscant. The metropolis of the galaxy, the heart of an Empire. How beautiful it was. Never had he seen it in his life before till the day that the First Order came to claim it as the new center of power. As a youth, he had seen holoimages and recordings of the Jewel of the Core. Yet, Nicademus never imagined living here, let alone utilizing it as the heart of a nation.
His eyes now gaze upon his family. Taking in each other their features with every second that past. Then he closes his eyes for a moment before speaking.
Octavian, Fiora, come sit on either side of me.
He motions to his eldest with what strength was left in his limbs.
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Post by Fiora Ren on Feb 26, 2023 13:41:51 GMT -8
As she stood there next to Faina and her Father's gaze passed over her, Fiora felt an instinctive urge to want to hide. In his dying moments, she wanted to be strong and show him he could pass on without worry for the future. She knew her own face and emotions would betray her, but a mask in the form of her helmet or another face would be more difficult to break. But she resisted the urge. As much as she wanted to assume a visage, it would be cruel of her to do so. He would want to see her, the real her, before he passed on and his energy re-joined the Force.
She did hr best to offer up a smile as his gaze swept over her before falling t the bed as he spoke before finally inviting her and Octavian to sit by his side. Having already positioned herself behind and to the side of Faina, she did not have far to move to fulfil his request. Her grip moving to hold onto the railing of the bed to aid in her efforts as she glanced to Yvaine and playfully chided her younger sibling
Careful Sister, you might make Father spill his water all over you...
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Mar 6, 2023 18:56:12 GMT -8
Octavian listened to the words of his father... it hurt deeply to hear him say that, to know what was to be said. The Imperial Knight, after making sure his Uncle Brock, was at least situated well, would come over and sit down on the other side of the bed where the Emperor laid. In the background, his mind was thinking of a million thoughts. Long had their father prepared the roles that would be imposed upon his eldest children as the leaders of both their family and the empire. So much of his mind was thinking of the three paths: the past, the present, and the future. It was too much to even consider what would be happening in the immediate aftermath.
And yet, for now, Octavian took a deep breath in and then exhaled, knowing that what came first was the words of their father.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 6, 2023 19:16:19 GMT -8
With his eldest, now situated, Nicademus would begin to speak.
Your mother... Stars rest her soul... she would be proud of you both. As both who you are in your professions, as the adults you have grown to be, and as the models you will serve for future generations. Both to our family and to this nation. Always remember, that you are family.
His weak hands reached forward, grasping the hands of both Fiora and Octavian. As a Knight of Ren and an Imperial Knight, Nicademus was beyond proud of who he had fathered. Even young Remus was a freshly graduated cadet from the Naval Academy, despite his father's desires to see him become an Imperial Knight. Yvaine was still considering what she wanted to do, but the Emperor would be happy no matter what she chose to be. It was a privilege to become a father of four children and to see them grow up. It was just... unfair he wouldn't be able to meet any possible grandchildren.
Octavian.
The Emperor addressed his eldest child first.
Soon... you will become the patriarch of this family, the continuation of the dynasty I have established, and the next emperor of our most powerful and glorious empire. You will be the center of the very world I have worked so hard to make possible. And I have no doubts that you will leave your own mark on this galaxy, just as I have.
Nicademus exhales slightly.
Be good to your siblings, look after your mother for me, and bring about a new era that you are destined to achieve. But remember, progress is the future of this Empire. We believe in achieving more, reaching for greater heights, and never once faltering towards the advancement that will benefit all... but more importantly, Octavian, I know that you will be fine... I know you will be fine.
The Imperial smiles weakly, patting his son's hand. There was no more lessons to give to his heir, no more lectures nor advice. Octavian would have the right people at his side to aid him. And he would rise to lead, that Nicademus was sure of. And, with that said, the Emperor turns to Fiora.
Fiora... you are like your mother in so many ways. You have flowered into a young lady and risen to be a Knight of Ren. Fully committed to the cause of your mother and that of the Empire. You are now a Sword of the Empire... so know that you must strike down even the most dangerous of threats against this dynasty. Be the blade of your brother's will and the enforcer of its laws.
Both of his children were more warrior than Nicademus could ever be. Considering how he could never beat Faina in sparring, the Emperor was better suited for commanding and strategizing than leading from the front. Fiora had more skills, given her education, but the Ren were always known as the Swords whereas the Imperial Knights were the Shields.
Be good to your siblings too. Be an exemplar in representing what it means to be a Delvardus. Look after your mother who has been so kind and loving to you as if you two were born from her. Stand firmly with the Empire and aid in its continuation. You and your brother must always remain close and good to one another. And, perhaps, one day... you may certainly become the next Master of the Ren. A position I feel you are destined to achieve.
Yet, deep down, Nicademus felt something within his bones. For a moment, the Emperor seemed quiet and absent-minded. His eyes blink twice slowly, looking forward at an undetermined place. Gripping his children's hands firmly, as best he could, the Imperial gave a final word to them.
Be careful... of shadows, you two. Though we are the shining example of order and prosperity, the greatest light can cast the darkest of shadows.
And with that, Nicademus fell silent for a moment, leaning back to gently rub his head as it was throbbing a bit.
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Post by Roland Ferrum on Mar 6, 2023 21:23:18 GMT -8
*Roland kept back after bringing the younger Delvardus siblings to the room. Although most of the people in this room had been welcoming to him since his adoption, he was still clearly aware that he was the adopted son of a bastard and despite everyone's efforts he was never able to fully shake the feeling like an outsider on at least some level. He'd grown familiar with those feelings over the years, but even putting all of his own insecurities aside this moment was not for him. Whatever strength his father had managed to give his uncle was best spent on his own children and so Roland was content to stand at attention by the door, watching the scene unfold as Brock revives the Emperor to begin his goodbyes.
Unfortunately his position outside the action also gave time for old instincts to kick in and his mind began moving toward the future. Back when he had been nothing more than an unusually lucky street urchin on Coruscant planning for the future had been the only way to ensure you survived the next hour, much less any longer, and the intervening years of relative stability had not been enough to break those calculating habits. Nicademus had unified the First Order, but much of that stability was derived from the man himself, holding the respect and loyalty of other strong individuals in check and moved toward a common goal. While he didn't doubt his Cousin's abilities he wasn't sure that the same sort of loyalty would be immediately transferred to him on his father's death. There were many powerful individuals in both the Military and Civilian government that would be in a position to gain power for themselves. He began ranking the possible threats in his mind before his attention was brought back to the moment as the Emperor awoke and began addressing his children.
Roland's own attention drifted to his own father, feeling the exhaustion plain on his face on a much deeper entity through the ever present connection to the force. He carefully moved around the outside perimeter of the room avoiding as much attention as he made his way to his father, coming up behind him and settling a hand on his shoulder.* "Allow me to help" *He whispered quietly as he began drawing deeply on the force, pulling power from the ever present energy field before opening himself up to the Steward of the Imperial Knights and adding his own power to the working. He had never had much skill with healing himself, but he'd always had a knack for connection and this was not the first time that he'd offered up his own power to help someone with a complicated application of the force.*
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Mar 6, 2023 21:35:16 GMT -8
Brock nodded his thanks to his nephew as he settled into the chair, letting himself fade into the background as his brother said goodbye to his children. He let himself listen to the interactions as he went, but he kept himself detached, leaving most of his focus on the task of keeping the Emperor alive. That focus on his work caused him to miss the approach of his son and had he not been so tired he might have jumped when he heard the other man whisper behind him. As he heard the words there was a spike in the force, and to his own force senses it was as if a beacon had been lit in the room. By instinct he reached out to Roland, accepting the connection with practiced familiarity, drawing on the substantial well of force energy. It had been that strong connection to the force that had first drawn his attention to the street urchin who would become his son and for what felt like the billionth time he thanked the force for that fateful encounter. It was a welcome reminder that there was good to be had from family and not just the pending grief that had overtaken these last few days. With a new wellspring of strength, and a renewed focus on the importance of family, Brock renewed focus on his task, pouring everything he had into keeping his brother alive for as long as possible so that he could have his goodbyes. Brock had said his own goodbyes to his Brother long ago, and the least he could do now was give him the time needed to say goodbye to those who didn't have the luxury of spending the last few years preparing for this very moment.
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Fiora Ren
Knights of Ren
Posts: 351
Affiliation: The First Order - The Knights of Ren
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Post by Fiora Ren on Mar 7, 2023 1:31:17 GMT -8
She gritted her teeth, trying to stay strong as their Father spoke of how proud their Mother would be of the twin siblings. Something which, although it seemed impossible, was quite accurate. For all of the talk of how little love was lost between the two orders of Knights, her Mother had been beyond that. Certainly she had her own grudges, but her visions had shown her things much like Fiora had seen. She had doubtless planned and prepared for them. Which was little wonder then, that one of her children had been put on the path to becoming an Imperial Knight, and the other to becoming a Knight of Ren.
As Nicademus reached out his hands then, Fiora reached out with both of hers to grasp the hand closest to her. The contact was a shock to her system, primarily from the initial contact of holding her Father's hand for the first time in such a long time. But also because of how frail and weak the bond felt. Their Uncle's power was the only thing keeping Nicademus amongst the living. A revelation which served to make her only grip his hand a little tighter, whilst being careful not to hurt him as he spoke to her brother.
She fought back the tears as he then finally turned toward her and addressed her in turn. The pain and loss she felt tore away at her viciously, trying to break her down as she met his gaze, listening as he reminded her of her duty as a Sword of the Empire: to protect it from its most dangerous enemies wherever they hid. And much like her brother, he reminded her to be good to her siblings. A tall order given the scorn the Knights of Ren and those associated with them were subjected to. But she nodded her head to show she understood.
His proclamation the she would undoubtedly become the Master of the Ren one day was not overly surprisingly to her. Ever since Harnan had taken her in to the Ren, he had alluded to her one day taking his place as Master of the Order. It was her destiny as the daughter of a Ren. And she had spent every day training and making sure she would live up to those expectations.
As their Father paused for a moment, she felt the strangest shift within the Force. It was a feeling she was quite familiar with, as time let glimpse through something of the path ahead. What ever he had glimpsed seemed to have scared him as he then delivered a warning to be careful of shadows. A warning as ominous as it was vague. She squeezed his hand in return
We'll be safe Father... I promise. I'll cut down any shadow that threatens us...
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Mar 11, 2023 22:49:37 GMT -8
And so, the last words of his father were being spoken. Octavian could hardly believe his ears, let alone believe that this was the reality. For many years, the son of Nicademus always imagined his father, aged well, sitting in a chair, and telling stories to his grandchildren of the First Order's rise, their lightning wars, their glorious battles, and telling tales of the commanders and officials that aided in its expansion and prosperity. And then dying, hopefully, in his sleep, peacefully and knowing that all was safe and sound. And yet, fate had other plans. Octavian could hear it in the tone of their father's voice, this was the end. The Emperor needed to say his words and then be at peace.
Even as their father spoke, Octavian took the time to reflect on the years before. Entering the tutelage, as a Knight-Errant, of the Imperial Knights, the first heir of an Empire to do so since the days of Jagged Fel's reign. A tradition that had been reignited due to the patronage of his father upon the Imperial Knights and the promise made to them while he was within his mother's womb. 'One to the Ren and the other to the Imperial Knights' as his father told Fiora and him. The years flashed by as Octavian grew and was educated, becoming a full-fledged Imperial Knight when the time was right. Then it was to the stars as missions took him across the Empire and it was during these times that he met his comrades and companions that were at his side, mostly.
Eventually, he was granted command of a ship, a gift from his father and a way to teach him the importance of command, of delegation, and of understanding characters. A legion of troops were placed there too, to serve as another means of further education. Nicademus had sought to involve his children as best he could. And then the years went on further and it felt like... Octavian saw less and less of his father. It made him wonder when the Emperor first realized he was ill. But it was a question to never be answered.
When Nicademus finished speaking, Octavian bowed his head slightly, gripping his father's hand firmly. Was he truly ready to command the Empire? To lead the nation into the next era? The Imperial Prince surely didn't feel like it. There would be mistakes, challenges, and struggles... could he face them? His father said that he would rise to the challenge. Octavian had to be strong and confident more than ever. And so, he nodded his head to the Emperor.
We will see the legacy you created for us endure, Father... I-... We promise so.
It was more than just him after all. It was Fiora, Remus, Yvaine, Roland, Amaris. It was so much more than just him.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 11, 2023 23:07:39 GMT -8
A deep sigh came from Nicademus as he smiled weakly to his two eldest. He never had a worry in the world that they would succeed him well, that he could rest in peace, knowing the Empire was in capable hands. And yet, his mind recalled the last time he spoke with Merrik Piett ... the warning his Director of Intelligence gave of what may come in the near future. 'My Emperor, there is a shadow that will strike at the heart. There will surely be a civil war that will test the next reign,' a most ominous warning. And yet, Nicademus sighed deeply and gave his final command to the trusted subordinate. With a final word: 'Let it be so. My children will not fail me.' Nicademus knew all would be well once he passed away.
His hands let go of Octavian and Fiora, addressing Remus and Yvaine now as he motioned his younger two over. Remus, dressed still in his junior officer's rest attire, while Yvaine wore her casual clothing. Looking at these two now, mothered by his beloved second wife, Faina, a smile would cross his face once more. First, he address Yvaine.Ah, my sweet little Yvaine.His hand rises up and gently tugs on her nose. She had been a joy to raise as she had been a smiling and very happy infant.You are much like your mother, just as Fiora as for hers. You have a heart of gold, a warm presence, and a kind personality. You have the brilliance of your mother too. But I have noticed that you have inherited something from your late Aunt. You seem intrigued in learning about creatures, plants, technology... you have a fine attention to details and absorbing knowledge.His hand moved to gently pat her blonde hair. She truly was like a mirror of her mother, Faina.I know you will find your purpose and thrive. You are still very young, so you have time. But, if you ever have trouble, know you can turn to your mother and older siblings for help. You are a daughter of the Empire and have so many doors ready to be open. Grasp the one that feels right and stride forward, Yvaine.His attention then turned to Remus, a more serious boy. He had been an easy child to raise too. Ever diligent and obedient, thrilled by the stories his Uncle Baltasar told him about the early campaigns of the First Order, and seemed to aim for a career in the Imperial Military. Only two years ago, Remus had achieved high marks at his graduation from the Coruscant Naval Academy, earning the rank of Lieutenant, the cadet leader of his class. Now, he could join the Starfighter Corps or be assigned to a vessel to serve with.Remus, you have excelled greatly at what you sought to achieve. A junior rank, fresh from the Academy, within the Imperial Navy.Nicademus smiles, proud of his younger son's accomplishment.Some day, you may be like your Uncle Baltasar, a high-ranking commander under the reign of your older brother or his heir. Keep to your motivations and your determination. I have no doubt that you have the potential to achieve a good career within the Navy. Never falter, always progress, and keep moving forward.The Emperor continues to look at Remus, knowing that he saw a lot of him in his younger son. Albeit, a bit differently. Nicademus had been in the Planetary Security Force, back on Eriadu, when he was Remus' age. He didn't fully enter the Navy till his early twenties. All of his children made him proud to have the chance to be a father. None of them would not succeed in finding their place in the galaxy.Serve your brother well in the Navy. Do your best to protect this nation. Aim high and work hard, Remus. Do not falter and do not lose your stride.Nicademus pauses, his hand retreating from Remus' grasp to touch his forehead. His vision had blurred slightly as his head got heavy. It was only getting worse and there was little time to speak...
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Fiora Ren
Knights of Ren
Posts: 351
Affiliation: The First Order - The Knights of Ren
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Post by Fiora Ren on Mar 13, 2023 15:13:57 GMT -8
As Nicademus let go of her hand, Fiora moved up out of her seat so as not to crowd her Father as he addressed her younger siblings. Her hand reached out and gripped her helmet as the Emperor spoke his last words to Yvaine and Remus. She'd done her best to stay strong, to be there for her Father in his final moments of life. But that strength was quickly failing as he spoke now. She'd experienced this moment in her visions quite a lot in recent years as she peered into the Future to try perceive what was to come. It was no great mystery to her what was happening and what would happen next. Her feet were already moving her further away from the bed until she could hold back no longer
I'm sorry...
The apology was whispered and rushed, before she turned and pushed her away around the edge of the crowd surrounding the bed and made for the door. Tears were already starting to run down across her cheeks as she pressed her shoulder into the door, forcing it open and allowing her to escape the room. There was nothing further for him to say to her and what few words and moments he had left were not for most of them. She ran through the corridors of the Palace, heading for the one place she could hide and take refuge
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