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Post by The Major on Mar 1, 2014 10:08:49 GMT -8
The propagandized champion of the law abiding citizen was proving to be far more than even the Fascists imagined. While they spun webs about how helpful she was -ranging from killing insurgents to helping babies out of bombsites, the reality was far darker. An entire skyscraper collapsed yesterday, easily killing and wounding over a thousand holokey pushers and their various support personnel. The cause was claimed to be a terrorist attack, but even casual examination would prove the building was bought down with the same superheated flames employed by Subject 194.
She was becoming her own little demon, sowing the seeds that would increase her power, body by body.
And it would only get worse.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2014 17:23:40 GMT -8
While Kuroro was tearing through town with a vengeance, Alois had been far from idle. While it was true that he and the survey team were expressly forbidden to confront the Pink Demon directly, or even interfere covertly, nothing forbade him from collecting intel. The slight human had been offered the chance to liaise with the planetary investigate service, and he used the opportunity to his advantage. The more data he collected, the more he could analyze and search for a weakness. He believed in his heart of hearts that his Lord would allow him a chance to strike, and he wanted to be ready.
And that was how, much to his surprise, he found himself as Kuroro's hidden accomplice. It wasn't hard to sweep her dirty deeds under the rug, at least not at first. But as she became more and more brazen, even the fear-cowed investigators couldn't help but take notice. The collapse of the skyscraper had nearly been the last straw. It was impossible to hide all the evidence. Getting to the holocams and sensor recordings was easy enough, but it's hard to hide the effects of a flame so hot that it literally boils the brain from within the skull. If he hadn't been able to contaminate the scene with fuel oil before forensics arrived, there was actually a better than decent chance that the damn fools who thought they stood for law and order would be next on the list.
Instead, they were chasing what they believed to be a terrorist copycat. It was an obvious enough suggestion. Why, after all, would a dignitary from the invading army take time to burn down a building full of slackers?
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Post by The Major on Mar 5, 2014 7:55:16 GMT -8
Winder-Elksoss Tower, witching hour. "You clutch your useless gun, holding your breath half to death.
Crawl, crawl, crawl."He sweeps the room, frozen to stone, searching fruitlessly for the source of his torment. He also wishes he will never find it. "Crawling is all you know,
when you're shot down and surrounded by strangers
who glance with crippling glares
that devour your heart
and obliterate your soul.
Crawl, crawl, crawl."And then the lights of the tower automatically shut off to conserve energy. Turning it back on was no matter -no more than a tap of computer at the desk to restart the lighting in of his or anyone's office. But moving from the corner of the room equates to death. It must. He's frozen. He would move, if he could. "All alone, and you're turned to stone?
Alone in the dark?
Heehhhh hehh hahhh haahh haahh hah.
You're pathetically human, Dinner.
Here I was expecting the self styled head of the rebellion to have guts.
Shame. Looks like I'll to show you what it looks like."Suddenly, and much to the tormentor's anticlimactic dismay, the man turns the blaster on himself, before his tenure in sentient existence. ".....
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd there goes my mood."You shoulda just put your hands in him first, then talked."Last time you said I should do the exact opposite."Never have a plan. Only the living need those. You? Nope."Do you realize that you constantly give me conflicting signals? You even contradict yourself in your sentences."I have twenty three billion, one hundred thirty six million, forty two thousand, six hundred and sixty eight people in here. They fight."Now you're just bragging."'Cripple your soul? Devour your heart?' Your lyrics need work."I don't even sing. Gimme a break. Do you do anything other than criticize me?". . . I let you hurt me."W-what?! I haven't even seen you in over two months! What are you- oh. I get it. Clever." |
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Mar 28, 2014 11:23:36 GMT -8
Ram brought the Theta class shuttle down from orbit and headed in from the outskirts of the city, drinking in the view and following the vector which he had been given by the planetary control station. It was leading him to a medium sized spaceport in Eriadu City, which was not too far away from the Planetary Governor's office, conveniently for him. The squawking and breaking of squelch on several channels told him that he was nearing the port, as they were often times very busy laces, at least for the planetary capitals. The ship coming in, it slowed as it neared the port and came to a hovering stop over his designated landing pad. Gently setting itself down as he brought it in, the counter thrusters for the landing gear hissed as the gears supported the weight of the ship, battling the gravity of the planet. Powering the ship down, he nodded to himself in silence as he rose from his seat and did a light check as he made his way out of the ship.
The doors opened easily under the power of sensors as he passed through and his datapad, upon a very quick inspection, indicated that he had only 6 blocks east to walk before coming to the planetary governor's administrative office. His head rose to let his eyes gaze upon his destination before he set off, straightening out his robes so that they weren't bunched or oddly creased in certain areas after the long sitting session aboard the ship. The walk went by quickly enough, the streets not being quite as crowded as he would have thought them to be, but then again under the watchful rule of the Reich, things were not quite as they ad run on previous planets he'd visited. He kind of liked it, but then again things would change in time as the overall laws and rule of the Empire would settle into place here. That was his role, he was bringing the Empire to this planet, and he pondered as to how it would be received and whether this was the beginning of something miraculous or devastating for the populace here.
These doors again opened with a whish and he was greeted by a decently sized greeting hall, at the other end sat a receptionist behind an ornate desk. Approaching it, he let a grin sneak across the right side of his lips as he spoke to the young woman, her attractiveness quite evident, and her blond hair and blue eyes striking as she looked up at him.
"Excuse me miss, I am Lord Diux of the Empire and I should be expected by the Governor. Is he free by any chance?"
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Post by The Major on Mar 30, 2014 8:22:41 GMT -8
"Just a moment, Sir" She checks in with some measure of haste. Mercifully, she returns as swiftly as she departed.
"Yes, he's only arrived recently and has been looking forward to this meeting with an imperial delegate. Follow me, please." And the receptionist leads Sir Diux past a number of offices and hallways, even going so far as to take another elevator, exchanging pleasantries to keep the Lord entertained while he waited for their eventual destination. Eventually she leads him into large corner office high in this particular tower before rapping on the door with a knuckle, announcing the nature of the guest in their Fatherland's tongue.
"Greetings, Lord Diux. I'm General Seitz. Shall my assistant get you any refreshments before we begin?"
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Apr 5, 2014 11:13:32 GMT -8
Nodding appreciatively at the young woman, he followed her along the hallways until they reached an elevator. Taking it up while he responded to her pleasantries, a slight smirk adorning his face at times, he eventually found himself standing just behind the young woman as she knocked on the door of a large corner office. As they entered, he nodded to her once again and then subsequently shook his head as he looked in the direction of the Governor, General Seitz.
"I am quite alright, thank you."Glancing about the room for a quick moment, he eyed the place up before continuing on."Tell me General, what has been passed along to you about the reformation, and what steps have been taken to begin the conversion of this world to fall under the Empire's umbrella?"
His eyes were studying the man now, examining his features and his body language to assess what could be ascertained from his movements as to his knowledge on the subject as well as any truthful or deceitful intents about statements that he made. Flicking out to glace at the view, his eyes returned just as quickly as he looked once again to the General sitting opposite him.
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Post by The Major on Apr 6, 2014 15:07:42 GMT -8
The general here was extremely young for his position, and it wasn't exactly a guarded secret. At 29, such power often provoked rumors, and many of which were aimed at the insulting Patrick's own self worth in the face of such a giant responsibility. Certainly, this man must have been in bed with the Shepardts at some point or another -how else could he have earned it? Such scandal laced words would knife behind his back, and one popular theory maintained that General Seitz had managed to seduce the true leader of this political force, the Major -she herself extremely young at 25 to be holding her own smidgen of power. While it is true that he was one of the 2nd LTs a part of "that" company, and it wasn't a rare off sight to see the moribund markswoman speaking to Seitz, the reality was that her own tendencies caused her to be rather distant toward his sex. He of course would have given it a shot, if not out of adoration for the kind of woman the Fallanassi was, regardless of the eventual double cross, but he more or less had felt it in his bones that they both more or less shared the same kind of attraction to the female form.
The point is: he was here because he earned his place here, and although his softer Aryan features denoted a gentle spirit, nothing could be further deceptive.
"The Reich's forces are currently in progress rallying here. As far as actions designed to accept imperial rule: the affirmative service law has been passed -mostly agreed to by the surviving members of the Five Families that have agreed to show support to the Remnant. Volunteers are already being collected in order to ship them out to be trained. Other than this, I'm afraid there is plenty of public opposition, mostly from the non-humans. They continue to resist and have even staked a claim for a rightful ruler." "
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Post by Darth Malvus on Apr 27, 2014 9:59:10 GMT -8
The Draco descends into Eriadu City as the transport follows the coordinates to its landing pad. Valstrol gazes out of his viewport, remembering many decades ago how the young Sith rose from his slumber on Korriban and came to this planet. The Neo-Sith Empire existed back then, a relic of the past now. Eriadu enjoyed the prosperity and martial glory of Lord Mendacious. Then lived under the decadent rule of Cygnus and Adolph Tarkin. Now it was freed once more, under the true rule of the Galactic Empire.
His vessel landed upon the pad and disengaged its engines. The Sith keys for the ramp to lower and stands up from his pilot chair. His gaze turns to Bria for a moment before grabbing his cloak.
I will handle majority of the negotiations, Bria. Just be aware of what you say.
The Sith throws on his cloak and walks off to the rear of the shuttle, taking the ramp down to the landing pad. He looks around, noticing many familiar buildings and spires. Eriadu had barely changed it seemed.
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Post by Bria Shadowlight-Tarkin on Apr 27, 2014 10:37:13 GMT -8
The Draco descends into Eriadu City as the transport follows the coordinates to its landing pad. Valstrol gazes out of his viewport, remembering many decades ago how the young Sith rose from his slumber on Korriban and came to this planet. The Neo-Sith Empire existed back then, a relic of the past now. Eriadu enjoyed the prosperity and martial glory of Lord Mendacious. Then lived under the decadent rule of Cygnus and Adolph Tarkin. Now it was freed once more, under the true rule of the Galactic Empire.
His vessel landed upon the pad and disengaged its engines. The Sith keys for the ramp to lower and stands up from his pilot chair. His gaze turns to Bria for a moment before grabbing his cloak.I will handle majority of the negotiations, Bria. Just be aware of what you say. The Sith throws on his cloak and walks off to the rear of the shuttle, taking the ramp down to the landing pad. He looks around, noticing many familiar buildings and spires. Eriadu had barely changed it seemed.
Giving a nod as she quickly with grace going back to where the stored was, grabbing this time what was a set of sith robes, giving out sigh as to how she was now dress. It wasn't what she was use to but remember what the Lord words where. Coming down the ramp still with the grace she had with in herself but having now her hair pull half up still with her long gold jewel clip in her hair. It wasn't much else to keep the long dark cloak that seem to only bring out her skin color and hair within. Once down it didn't taken long to understand with what seem so much like this place she had visited many times before, but only it was different.
Her mind still on the clothing beneath her cloak, it was a bit less then she was used to her body wasn't even half what use to be still it would hide herself well for now.
Coming along side the Lord, giving her nod pulling up her cloak hood before speaking. I will not speak unless you direct me to do so, my Lord. |
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Post by The Major on Apr 28, 2014 7:13:40 GMT -8
Around the pair, they might notice that the soldiers on duty were not garbed in traditional dress or armor suits that tended to frequent the realms of the Empire. These were instead adorned in simple BDUs consisting of a two tone slate gray camouflage pattern, marching about not with blasters, but instead equipped with slugthrowers configured in various sets, many apparently forgoing factory machine stamping and instead using wood.
They glare as citizens pass, scowling and smiling openly.
Every so often in the distance, a heavy rifle would thunder -so far away as to sound like puff, but distinct in intent nonetheless.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Apr 29, 2014 20:42:47 GMT -8
Valstrol's eyes, from under his hood, noticed the oddity of now traditional dress or the Stormtrooper armor that was the symbol of the Empire. Even the equipment was a bit odd. He doesn't even glance at Bria. Instead, the Sith just walks off the landing pad as if everything was normal. He quietly walks with Bria at his side, pausing only for a moment to look at the familiar spires and buildings. His hood glances to the right and the Sith proceeds in that direction, heading to a couple guards. He walks up to them and addresses the pair.
Excuse me, but may either of you please tell me where I may go to speak with the Governor?
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Post by Bria Shadowlight-Tarkin on Apr 30, 2014 21:45:16 GMT -8
Coming to her own conclusion that there was some kind of order now. Now her mind wondering how the population was now did the ewoks breed like bunnies after her father-in-law took them off their planet to serve the family. Now wanting to shaking that out of her mind how much hair around the manor. At less they keep them out of the kitchen until no one wanted to cook, or was it just the old man going nuts. Letting her eyes that was under her own cloak hood. Reaching out around the area to keep her guard up. Not all what her powers where from before but still, she would have to gain them back knowing in time that would happen. Not saying a word as she wanted for answer from the ones that her Lord asked.
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Post by The Major on May 3, 2014 5:56:05 GMT -8
"Excuse me, but may either of you please tell me where I may go to speak with the Governor?"
The oldest of the lot stands aside the Nobel and his presumed concubine and explains the complicated process that was walking or taking public transportation to City Hall. He then adds that cab would be easier, at the end of his time wasting rant. |
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Post by Darth Malvus on May 5, 2014 18:26:09 GMT -8
Valstrol looked in the direction of the building where the Governor was located. His gaze turned to Bria for a moment before proceeding to walk for now. Some distance down from where they once were, the Sith waves down a hover cab. He got into it with Bria following him and had the driver go to the City Hall.
Once the driver brought them to City Hall, the Sith paid the man quietly before getting out and walking towards the doors with Bria. He approaches the large government doors, looking at the familiar appearance. Once these doors were the entry to the home of Lord Mendacious, much had changed since then. His eyes looked around, wondering if there was someone here to greet them or they would have to proceed in alone.
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Post by The Major on May 11, 2014 18:52:40 GMT -8
They got more than one person. They got more than just attention. A journalist aligned with a liberal publication caught wind of a sub-human seeking audience in city hall. The agenda had been uploaded as a video recording via holonet, and a thousand assumptions were already being speculated: was this the champion the fringe factions were threatening to reveal? Was he the liberation movement marching straight to the seat of government? Was he regular? Did he eat ground beef? Was that woman his latest wife? A slave? An escort? A sex droid?
The press sought information in order to twist it to their values, and so the duo now faced a torrent of seemingly random questions. This persisted until guards stationed in the building had to come and pull the reporters and their crews away, but that was a drawn out and hostile process.
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Post by Ramiel Diux on May 16, 2014 15:05:45 GMT -8
Ram sat contemplating for a long moment, having not known what exactly to expect with the preparations and posturing the two planets would be making for a handover to the Empire. Opposition was to be expected, there would always be those that didn't favour the common good, or entertained themselves by going against the grain. Mostly from non-humans though, that was an interesting point. Ram wondered why that was, as the Empire was not in any way xenophobic. He wondered whether this was a known aspect among the general population, or perhaps they thought the Reich would twist ti against them. Either way, it is something that should be addressed.
"Have there been any indications that the opposition elements, may be, or turn, extremist? The last thing that we need right now is an asymmetric conflict to ring in the new era." He smirked slightly in amusement, but also with an air of melancholy, the memories of conflicts past flashing through his head in an instance. "Either way, we need to begin some form of information or propaganda operation to properly educate the masses on all of the changes which would actually affect them, and spread the word that the Empire should not be the focus of their ire. The Empire will not be holding elections for them, though that does not mean that they should hate or dislike it as their ruling faction. On another note, if you have any questions or concerns, you may feel free to bring them up now, or in the future, as I will be overseeing the switch of both Shili and Eriadu."
He paused to look out the window and then back at the young General before him, as if to elicit any words that he may have for him.
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Post by Darth Malvus on May 16, 2014 20:02:29 GMT -8
They got more than one person. They got more than just attention. A journalist aligned with a liberal publication caught wind of a sub-human seeking audience in city hall. The agenda had been uploaded as a video recording via holonet, and a thousand assumptions were already being speculated: was this the champion the fringe factions were threatening to reveal? Was he the liberation movement marching straight to the seat of government? Was he regular? Did he eat ground beef? Was that woman his latest wife? A slave? An escort? A sex droid?
The press sought information in order to twist it to their values, and so the duo now faced a torrent of seemingly random questions. This persisted until guards stationed in the building had to come and pull the reporters and their crews away, but that was a drawn out and hostile process.
He pauses for a moment, approaching what appeared to be a secretary to the right of the main lobby. Valstrol walks up to who was on station.I am here to speak with General Seitz, Governor of Eriadu. Where is his office? |
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Post by The Major on May 17, 2014 8:46:48 GMT -8
"...we need to begin some form of information or propaganda operation to properly educate the masses on all of the changes which would actually affect them, and spread the word that the Empire should not be the focus of their ire. The Empire will not be holding elections for them, though that does not mean that they should hate or dislike it as their ruling faction.
Regardless of how tolerant the new Empire was towards non and sub humans, the fact was that the largest number simply did not give two bathroom breaks about outward political stances. As far as consensus went, the Empire was another fringe faction, untested, new, and they saw no reason to pay extra taxes to a self proclaimed "Emperor" with no blood-line connections to the throne. Why should they? Why would they root for another political claim when there were charismatic people, even republic sponsored agents, who preached actual reform and a shifting in the balance of power? These cult of personalities didn't want to bend their knees to some fat sovereign -they felt the spark of a following and tasted the snippet of political clout. They wanted more. Ambition burned like a fire on this place, and everyone was contending for a piece. And the general must say, he did not at all appreciate the casual attitude the Empire was taking in "acclimating" this planet, which was fought over violently in a brilliant and pointed invasion that took and destroyed only the head of corruption here. Personally, he saw no need to allow this Lord to trivialize something he himself had won without any help from the Empire. Regardless of how much expertise and willpower the Reich's divisions had, it was still their blood that was shed; though they took and gave it happily, it didn't change the fact that in effect this place was their spoil.
General Seitz calmed himself, knowing that there was a clear cut plan of operation in regards to this further blending. He would play out his part, and follow his true orders -nay, his calling. Surely, if the General explained a detailed outline of the situation, Lord Diux would easily understand how woefully complicated and multifaceted this shitstorm truly was. And he would have done immediately too, except:The secretary curtailed the entrance of a couple with a platitude of apologies, but she did say the matter of was utmost importance. Visibly annoyed by the odd timing, but nonetheless obligated to confront a person of such pedigree, especially when the aforementioned person once had a direct hand in the influence on all matters regarding this planet, General Seitz stands up from his seat as a gesture of respect, and simultaneously introduces the latest guest to the room while asking the most biting of questions. There is a momentary flash of anger across the general's pale face, but he recovers quickly, and asks evenly.
"Lord Horica: I see the rumors of your arrival are true, and it could not come at a stranger time in this planet's history. What honor here on Eraidu causes you to grace it with your presence? There are, of course, more rumors regarding that as well, but I think both I and the investigator dispatched from the Imperial Head Office, Lord Diux, would be glad to know."
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Post by Darth Malvus on May 17, 2014 17:12:29 GMT -8
The secretary curtailed the entrance of a couple with a platitude of apologies, but she did say the matter of was utmost importance. Visibly annoyed by the odd timing, but nonetheless obligated to confront a person of such pedigree, especially when the aforementioned person once had a direct hand in the influence on all matters regarding this planet, General Seitz stands up from his seat as a gesture of respect, and simultaneously introduces the latest guest to the room while asking the most biting of questions. There is a momentary flash of anger across the general's pale face, but he recovers quickly, and asks evenly.
"Lord Horica: I see the rumors of your arrival are true, and it could not come at a stranger time in this planet's history. What honor here on Eraidu causes you to grace it with your presence? There are, of course, more rumors regarding that as well, but I think both I and the investigator dispatched from the Imperial Head Office, Lord Diux, would be glad to know."
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Post by The Major on May 19, 2014 5:02:15 GMT -8
The final surviving member of the Tarkin clan was a half human, and only a cousin? It was chilling to imagine the one mighty clan reduced to this. However, that sentimentality had no bearing upon the matter at hand, though the general could imagine there were certain elements in the galaxy, and even the planet itself, who would value the information
"Given the current state of affairs with the Republic sympathizers, there is no guarantee that the vault hasn't been already raided. Yet I doubt a few civil made explosives can crack a Tarkin vault.
"I believe I can help you extensively with your objective, but first, who is your companion? Is she some sort of commando or agent? What's Lady Bria's stake with your objective, if I may be so bold to ask."
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