Jan Rogo
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Post by Jan Rogo on Apr 25, 2020 1:04:43 GMT -8
"It will be done, Lord Silas"
He said, showing respect for his superior. The droid chirped something about calling for help before even starting but Rogo pats its dome-head to silence him.
"I am thankful, master..."
The mention of being someone else's problem frightened Rogo to the bone, a cold drop of sweat falling down his spine, again. Rogo remembered his mistress' sadistic smile. He didn't mean to see it again.
"I won't fail... I swear, Lord Silas"
He got up, slightly stiff, and progressed to the door, his mind preocupied by the crime already.
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Atash S. Torkan
The Solenbaran Diarchy
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Post by Atash S. Torkan on Apr 27, 2020 12:49:23 GMT -8
An officer dutifully informs the Eye of the Inquisition that his presence is required at the moff's palace.
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Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Apr 27, 2020 23:40:28 GMT -8
With Rogo sent off to deal with the investigation, Silas turned his attention to sorting through some paperwork. Reports and intel had already started coming in and until he managed to organize the department properly and hire people to work for him, he would need to attend to the files personally. However, his work was interrupted when an officer arrived to inform him that Torkan had requested his presence. It had been many years since he had spoken with the Deputy Director turned High Moff. While his position as the Eye of the Inquisition meant he answered directly to Lady Zariel, and thus could refuse the invitation, he saw no harm in going. After all, it would be good to find out what the Diarch wanted and get a feel for what he planned to do going forward. He packed the files away, locked up his office, and headed off to the Moff's Palace
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Apr 29, 2020 22:46:54 GMT -8
Not long after the Cathedral was established, and the division of government laid out, Zariel began to take steps toward a project of her own. In the largest convocation chamber of the Cathedral, a chapel to the Darkside, Zariel began to host what started as lectures, but turned into sermons, and then to full indoctrination. Those who attended, and continued to attend were screened in secret by the Inquisition. If found to have a strong connection with the Force, they would be taken for further training and indoctrination. Those non-Force sensitives that were found with the correct amount and type of zeal, would be taken for other training and indoctrinating. Her goals for this were so far her own, but the messages all were taking away from her sermons were the message of the Darkside: Strength above compassion, survival of the fittest, and an unstoppable drive to achieve your goals. Even those she turned away from her special programs took these lessons and applied them to their lives. Increasing the capitalist drive of even the lowliest workers in the Diarchy.
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Vidarr Saren
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Post by Vidarr Saren on May 9, 2020 19:37:04 GMT -8
Grand Inquisitor ZarielThe Admiral's hovercar lands on one of the landing platforms of the Cathedral, dedicated to the reborn Inquisition of the Diarchy. Although Saren was used to the Dark Jedi, Dark Side Adepts, and the various other Dark Side practitioners, the Imperial still avoided this place. Things just didn't feel right. Nonetheless, Vidarr let his own misgivings about this structure and made his trip over, wanting to speak with the Lady Inquisitor. After disembarking, the Admiral hands his Diarchy credentials to the guards before entering. It took little to find out where Inquisitor Zariel was and made his way to her location. The Imperial suspected that the Lady Inquisitor felt right at home with her new headquarters, a shadow of what once existed on Coruscant. Admiral Saren enters the room where Zariel was, saluting her quietly.Lady Inquisitor.Saren lowers his hand after speaking.You certainly got right to work, considering how active your brand new headquarters is.
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on May 12, 2020 8:34:00 GMT -8
Vidarr had found Zariel observing the training of some of those involved in her new 'church.' Though they were non-sensitive, she was still having them trained in some ways as if they were. For many it was strange, but for those that knew her plans, it was but a first step. The training seemed to be going well, for as Vidarr entered the observation room where she stood alone, he recived a small smile. Admiral. Indeed I have. If we are to be ready for the coming struggles, work must never stop. Now, she turned fully to face the man, she could see his discomfort being here, but that was not uncommon for many. With a gesture of her hand she indicated a pair of seats for them to sit while they talked. I doubt that you simply came to see my progress, Admiral. What dragged you away from Command?
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Vidarr Saren
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Post by Vidarr Saren on May 12, 2020 8:43:27 GMT -8
Vidarr handed a datapad to the Lady Inquisitor as he walked with her.
The High Moff has a desire to see the navy reformed and wants me to be in charge of this. After speaking with him, His Excellency requested that I speak with you of his vision for the future of the Diarchy's navy.
It was an immense task to consider, this overhaul and reform. They didn't have the extensive shipyards of the Old Empire, nor the First Order, who have the services of unrivaled shipbuilding facilities such as Kuat, Rendili, Yaga Minor, and Bilbringi. Bonadan would certainly be pushed to the limit with this. Thankfully, considering their isolated location, it would afford the Diarchy much needed time to ensure this was done thoroughly and wasn't rushed. Taking a seat after Zariel, Saren then speaks of the recent reports from High Command's intelligence.
I have also come to report what I told the High Moff, we still have some internal issues. Rebels have set up a string of strongholds south of the Hydian Way. Seems they are centered around the Drog system. Another report spoke of a pirate incursion in our more southern possessions. They have a base on Oslumpex and are spreading out on either way of the Shaltin Tunnels. His Excellency desires me to handle those two threats.
Vidarr would certainly be busy as an Admiral within the Diarchy.
Of course, you are the military chief, so you decide on what's best, Lady Inquisitor.
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on May 12, 2020 9:23:35 GMT -8
Zariel examined what was set before her. The smile fell as the High Moff was mentioned with his vision of her fleet. A tired sigh.
Our resources are still stretched. But, I agree, the fleet needs updating and some uniformity. If nothing else, it will make repairs and finding replacement parts easier if everything is standardized. Also, ships larger than a Light Star Destroyer should be used sparingly, we should keep our forces small and nimble for now.
She looked down over the remainder of his report. The smile somewhat returned. Where most saw troublesome insurrections, she saw opportunity.
Yes, we cannot allow others like this scum to think we are an easy target, simply by not being the First Order. Deal with them. You of course have full use of the Gang of Five and any other Inquisitors or assets from Taskforce Hellfire you will need. And, I would have you bring any prisoners you take back here, for... Reeducation. I will make good imperials out of them or they will die.
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Vidarr Saren
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Post by Vidarr Saren on May 12, 2020 10:14:38 GMT -8
Admiral Saren nods his head in agreement with the Lady Inquisitor.
That is what I told the High Moff as well. Given our limited resources, a full reformation of the Navy will take a long time. Hopefully, if His Excellency's nephew is successful, mercantile traffic from the First Order will increase and bring in the resources we need from its prosperous worlds.
There was a hint of envy within the ton of Vidarr. Their Imperial kin of the First Order were a very prosperous and economically advanced nation. Everyone in the galaxy knew of their stability and strong economy that backed their military and momentum. The Diarchy, though controlling Corporate Space, relied heavily on investments from external and internal companies. Without those credits, Corporate Space would come to a halt and thus the Diarchy's economy would be in shambles. Hopefully, these diplomatic ventures would yield much needed chance to improve their economic situation.
I had told the High Moff that I would seek out collaborators of the rebel groups around Drog. We cannot give them a chance of respawning after all. Pirates... they will likely flee at the word of a fleet approaching their location. They are likely looking for slaves to sell to the Hutts and criminal underground.
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Jan Rogo
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Post by Jan Rogo on Jun 1, 2020 12:44:09 GMT -8
Both the dropship and the TIE/Do Dominador landed in the Cathedral's hangar bay, where the various Inquisitors kept their fighters, shuttles and various auxiliar vehicles, like patrol craft. The enforcer droids led the sealed repulsor stretcher towards the morgue, while Jan left the cockpit of his TIE acompanied by his robot companion, Nio. He stretched the muscles on back and arms.
"Sleeeeeeemo, I need a good rest. Mynock-shit, that was enough for today. Let's call it a day"
"Bip bip, booop!"
"Yeah, let's go to the cantine"
Rogo walked towards the living quarters of the Inquisitors, entering the said cantine soon thereafter. The room was almost empty, with one two staffers -maintenance- and a single Inquisitor having some refreshments. Jan avoided the hard gaze of the unmasked Inquisitor, because he didn't get along quite right with that one. He served himself some fresh blue milk and a bantha burger and chewed the food alone in a corner, while Nio played with an empty trayer close to the trash bin. Minutes later the young man headed for his room, keying the password. Once the door slids close he crumbles on the bed, grunting. Nio connected itself to the current, recharging the batteries. After a short nap, Rogo undressed and looked himself in the mirror. He had a large bruise over the right ribs.
"Owww, this hurts"
He applied a bacta patch over the injured area. The Inquisitor checked his beard, he didn't need a shave still... He smiled.
"Oh, you don't look too bad today, Jan"
Like many other young men have done, do and will do he flexed muscles before the mirror. Laughing at his own buffoonery Jan enters the shower. He was singing something in Huttese -probably Outer Rim Punk- under the hot stream of water when a chill went down his spine, making him shake and shiver uncontrolably amidst the steam. The lights flickered once. Then twice.
"What the actual..."
He turns off the water, reaching for the towel, entering the room dripping and half naked.
"What was that?!"
"Bip bepop?"
"Power shortage? Come on, we have redundant generators. Something's off"
He dried his hair and threw the towel into the laundry hatch. Another shiver down the spine and a thick cold feeling in his throat. He could feel something in the Force, something dark, like a shadowy tendril probing his mind.
"Oh, I got a bad feeling about this"
Hurriedly, he dressed himself up, donning the plastoid armor and placing the lightsaber back in the belt. Nio jumps in his shoulder.
"Let's go"
There was something wrong in the lower levels...
And the lights flickered again...
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Prophet C'thyl
Quarren Dominion
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jun 2, 2020 4:29:50 GMT -8
Basement level of the Cathedral As the bodies of dead inquisitorial staff members laid dead around him, the shadowy figure stood up hulking from the place, at where once the fallen Jedi Oraloh Lope was preserved. The creature slowly moved forward, as it looked around its environment, it's mind stretching out for more. Finally it was free. As the thing regained slowly conciousness over what it possessed, it began to tear on cables, objects.... everything its mind could grasp. While urns fell with a shattering to the floor, the light within the cathedral began to flicker, as it felt a source of power. Electric power. It began to tear on it once more, eventually striding through dark corridors. So far the thing knew that there were other life forms nearby. And as it ignited the blade, which it took from one of the guards, it proceeded on to kill more of them...
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Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Jun 4, 2020 3:21:34 GMT -8
Silas had returned to the Cathedral a little bit earlier than Rogo's arrival with the items from the crime scene. While the investigation had concluded, there were still dozens upon dozens of other reports and intel files to go through. The floor of the Cathderal upon which his office was located sat empty at present, but eventually it would be filled with people and machines processing all of this information and deploying agents to handle all sorts of missions and investigations. For now, it was just Silas by himself doing the work, while Inquisitor Elmothil was off overseeing the fleet's construction that she would command and put at the service of Silas.
As the hours dragged on, and the night grew darker, Silas lifted his gaze from his desk. Sensing a shift within the Force moments before the lights within his office flickered multiple times. He pushed the chair back as he cautiously rose from his seat. And then the lights fell dark and did not come back on, tripping the emergency lights to activate Hmmmm... He moved from his seat then and grabbed an ornate looking looking sheath from one of the desks. He clipped it to his belt as he made his way out of the office and across the empty floor toward the turbolift. Something was not right, and he was going to find out what was going on
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Jan Rogo
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Post by Jan Rogo on Jun 6, 2020 3:32:59 GMT -8
Rogo rushed towards the lower levels, jumping down a turbolift shaft instead of calling it up, landing with a soft thud, like a Loth-cat, lightsaber in hand. The hallway was dark, emergency lights bathed everything in a dark ominous red. He then proceeded with caution, trying to open himself to the Force and feel what was amiss, he felt something, like a familiar presence, yet not, and it was like a small maelstrom in the Dark Side, something powerful yet barely conscious, like an animal. The droid, perched at his back chirped something, frightened, but Rogo silenced him by raising a closed fist. He could feel dark tendrils coming his way, tentacles of pure malice probing everything on their way. And, then, he heard a hiss, a gorgling sound and agonizing screams, pretty close. The inquisitor ran, turned a corner and saw a hunched shadow, lurking over an acolyte's body, a lightsaber in his or its crude claws. He could sense the hairs on his neck turning up and his skin crawling with disgust and terror.
"Oh, no, not you..."
Rogo adopted a battle stance and lits up both ends of his lightsaber, swallowing hard as to regain some tranquility of mind. The Inquisitor called the force to clear his thoughs and focus on the incoming fight, but the sheer terror of the abomination before him made it quite difficult.
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Aug 8, 2020 9:52:20 GMT -8
Admiral Saren nods his head in agreement with the Lady Inquisitor.That is what I told the High Moff as well. Given our limited resources, a full reformation of the Navy will take a long time. Hopefully, if His Excellency's nephew is successful, mercantile traffic from the First Order will increase and bring in the resources we need from its prosperous worlds.There was a hint of envy within the ton of Vidarr. Their Imperial kin of the First Order were a very prosperous and economically advanced nation. Everyone in the galaxy knew of their stability and strong economy that backed their military and momentum. The Diarchy, though controlling Corporate Space, relied heavily on investments from external and internal companies. Without those credits, Corporate Space would come to a halt and thus the Diarchy's economy would be in shambles. Hopefully, these diplomatic ventures would yield much needed chance to improve their economic situation.I had told the High Moff that I would seek out collaborators of the rebel groups around Drog. We cannot give them a chance of respawning after all. Pirates... they will likely flee at the word of a fleet approaching their location. They are likely looking for slaves to sell to the Hutts and criminal underground. Zariel nodded along with her Admiral as he spoke. She was aware of the fact that the economic state of the Diarchy was precarious at best, though she lacked the background in politics or economics to offer any advice. She'd sooner seize the companies assets and nationalize them, but it seemed that was not the way to do things as her fellow Diarch had not yet done that. As for the pirates, that was something she knew how to deal with. Their would always be smugglers, people desperate or greedy enough to run contraband, that was like a law of the galaxy. But pirates, hit them hard and fast enough, and then exact the cruelest of punishments, and they would not bother you again. The fools probably thought the Diarchy a declawed beast. They would show them otherwise.Hutts... She recalled the slug from the meeting. I hate those worms. Make sure if you find any link to their criminal empire, that it is swept for links to our esteemed economist. Nothing would make me happy than to have him in one of my cells. She used the word 'happy' but from her tone and mannerisms it seemed what she meant was 'feel anything at all.' Anything else, Admiral?
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Vidarr Saren
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Post by Vidarr Saren on Aug 8, 2020 10:34:24 GMT -8
Hutts... She recalled the slug from the meeting. I hate those worms. Make sure if you find any link to their criminal empire, that it is swept for links to our esteemed economist. Nothing would make me happy than to have him in one of my cells. She used the word 'happy' but from her tone and mannerisms it seemed what she meant was 'feel anything at all.' Anything else, Admiral? Vidarr almost smirked at Zariel's remark of the Hutts.And yet, one is our economic adviser.The indication being the Hutt at the side of Torkan who spoke of coin and economy to the High Moff's ears.Hutts may be corrupt, but they do have a ways to ensure money flows. They can be a means to an end to at least stimulate our meager economy until it is running more properly and efficiently. Coin will be needed for our projects...The naval reform, the army upgrades, the various projects to turn this planet into a bastion of Imperialism. These all costed quite the bite in credits. Credits that weren't exactly in ample supply either. War had just ended, but foes still needed to be defeated. Once the internal struggles were complete, they could focus money on the Diarchy's future. Vidarr snaps out of his thoughts as Zariel addresses him again.I do not think so... but I do worry of the future. We have a home now, but we are small and quite fragile.The unity of the Diarchy depended upon its leadership.
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Aug 9, 2020 22:50:16 GMT -8
She steepled her fingers at Vidarr's voiced concern. It was a tight rope they walked. But she had a safety net, and so did Vidarr by extension. Sighing she reached over for a data pad and entered a few orders before passing it over to her Admiral. She had just put Taskforces Hercules and Hellfire at the top of the priority for refit and upgrades.
At worst we have made this simply an over long supply stop on our fleet's journey across the galaxy to find worlds we can subjugate. At best I- We, will shape this corner of the galaxy into something worthy of our predecessor.
It was clear the "We" she spoke of meant Vidarr and not her fellow Diarch. While working with him was tolerable, he was an unknown still. Admiral Saren had proved time and time again his loyalty to her, or at least the ideals of the old ways and that was more than enough. She brought the tips of her fingers back together.
But for now we will try and strengthen our position and make this a home for our troops. They have earned that much through their loyalty, blood, and sweat. If you have any suggestions to make this happen, please do not hesitate to bring them to me, Admiral. Your voice is always a welcome one.
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Vidarr Saren
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Post by Vidarr Saren on Aug 11, 2020 11:13:31 GMT -8
Vidarr's eyebrow, in a rare instance, went up. Saren still viewed Zariel as an enigma to him. All Inquisitors and the ranks of that section of the Imperial Intelligence were spooks. The kinds of people that, if one tried to understand, one would likely lose their head. However, in this instance, the Admiral seemed to understand what Zariel was trying to say. He takes the datapad, reading the new orders that put their fleets at the top of the priority,
This small piece of the galaxy does have potential. Corporate Sector Authority's domain is a rich location.
CSA had links to all kinds of corporations. Corporations that could feed their economy and build a nation. Saren looks to the Lady Inquisitor and bows his head to Zariel.
For now, my mind still needs to formulate the reforms and deal with the internal issues. I thank you for granting me this... privilege to speak freely with you about military matters. I do have some ideas, but they are more theories than actual ideas.
Vidarr then snaps to attention.
I will take a look at the new models coming out of Imperial Research. See what we can do about the new generation.
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Aug 11, 2020 18:36:51 GMT -8
Zariel nodded, as she started to finally come to term with what had been bothering her recently: She was tired. Just like all the people who had been with her and Vidarr since the beginning. Years upon years of war and running and raiding and barely scrapping by and hungry nights. It had been a lot, and now that there was a chance for all that to end, a chance for them all to rest for a time, it was still uncertain. She saw the same exhaustion in Vidarr's face, in all of their faces. Before now she had assumed it had been simply to being overworked and understaffed. But now she knew, she knew it was more than just the physical fatigue. Letting out a sigh, she stood and walked over to her window, hands clasped behind her back as the lights of the city twinkled under the ominous shadow of the Cathedral. A sigh.
Make sure you find time to rest, Admiral. We've finally found a place where that is possible, so make sure you don't burn out.
There was a surprising amount of emoting in her last sentance, and not the same kind that she used when trying to manipulate people. Another byproduct of their merging with the other half of the Diarchy is how much Zariel realized that her people where the last of the past. And that she cared about them. Not enough that it would ever jeopardize her judgement, but enough that she truly hoped they found what they were looking for in the peace they had found.
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Vidarr Saren
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Post by Vidarr Saren on Aug 11, 2020 19:24:35 GMT -8
Now this was a very rare moment. The Lady Inquisitor actually said that? Vidarr must've heard that wrong, but Zariel wouldn't mistaken her words like that. This was why his loyalty was without question to Zariel. She had led them well, understood their perfections and flaws, and ensured they now had a place to call home. The men were already starting to sleep better and thus work more efficiently. The Admiral himself slept a good ten hours just this morning. The Imperial nods his head affirmative to the Lady Inquisitor.
Same to you, ma'am. You need rest as well. We all had a hard and long journey here...
For a moment, Saren reflected on all the issues and setbacks.
Don't worry about me, Lady Inquisitor. My body readily accepted the good bed I earned and I know I need the rest for all that is to come.
However, as Saren began to move away, he paused. The Admiral looks back at Zariel.
You led us here through hell and fire. Remember, Lady Inquisitor, my loyalty is without doubt to you.
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Aug 13, 2020 20:28:33 GMT -8
A small smile formed on her lips, something she was only comfortable with while her back was turned to Vidarr. She was eager for this all to be turned over to her daughter someday. But the girl wasn't nearly ready and it was still years off. Also, Zariel need to complete one final project. One that would require her personal attention and the resources that their new nation could offer.
Vidarr, you have my complete confidence. Your loyalty has never been a question to my mind since you overthrew your treacherous captain.
Regaining her 'mask,' the inquisitor turned around and returned to her seat.
I look forward to your further reports, Admiral.
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